ShapeShifter Kisses

December 26, 2012

Christmas, A Magical Portal Day ~ Part Three by Savanna Kougar


Happy Howlidays, shapeshifter lovers.

I hope you are having an exceptionally wonderful holiday season.

Here’s the final flash in the three part series, themed around the magical portal days of 12-12-2012, the Winter Solstice, and now Christmas day. On December 25th, the sun begins the journey from his lowest point in the sky, moving northward to his highest point, or the Summer Solstice.

This bit of astronomical trivia is not meant to disrespect the spiritual meaning of Christmas. After all, the grandeur of our cosmos is a Divine creation.

Here’s what Volcano, my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, says in his Weekly Angelic Forecast about the opportunity of Christmas week.

“During this week of celebration and good tidings, look for the wonders in your life, and the signs of wonder around the world. For, with each passing moment, the divine miracles increase.”

Love and Peace out, until the New Year, 2013.

Christmas, A Magical Portal Day ~ Part Three

Winter of discontent. The phrase from Shakespeare’s “Richard III” repeated itself inside her mind, driving Sharva ever closer to the fairy window.  

“Your winter of discontent.” Her lips barely moved as Sharva mocked herself and her impossible situation.

Even through her glove, there’d been nothing but a warm inviting tingle as she’d touched her finger to the fragile weave of light.

Why not try going through? If it was a portal, what did she have to lose at this point in her miserable excuse for a life?

Yeah, who knew what was on the other side? It might be a trap, and she’d be some reptoid’s holiday dinner. At least, that’s what she’d heard on the paranormal radio shows she listened to regularly. That a race of advanced, space-faring raptors enjoyed dining on human flesh — as well as some of the reptoid races living underground on Earth.

Yet, the urge to find out if she could pass through, grew by leaps and bounds, until Sharva felt almost consumed by it. With a prayer on her lips, she stepped forward, pressing her shoulder against the delicately pulsing shimmer.

Before Sharva knew it, she scanned a different snowscape. Where? She had not a clue, except the cold bit her nose. And someone…no, check that…something bounded straight for her.

Something large and furry that seemed to morph, and now she could clearly see the running man was absolutely, totally buck naked. Instinctively, Sharva moved backward.

Oh God! What she’d just passed through, now felt like a sturdy wall against her back. And, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Startled by what looked like someone’s shadow in her peripheral vision, Sharva spun around. More handsome than sin, a man with a perfect tan, and flowing hair that looked like it had been spun out of gold, stood not fifteen feet away from her.

Even as his winning smile seemed to slice inside her, Sharva shied away. He wore a long tailored black coat and appeared to be expensively outfitted for an evening on the town. Had he come through a portal as well?

Saying not a word, he extended his hand as if he knew her, and now invited her to dance.

“Don’t touch it!” the running man yelled. Odd, how his voice seemed much farther away than…

Shivering coldly inside, with dread making its presence known in the pit of her stomach, Sharva clutched at the invisible wall. She risked a glance in naked man’s direction.

No naked man. Only an ungodly large wolf barreling through high drifts of snow from a different direction. A scream lodged in Sharva’s throat at the killer ferociousness she witnessed on his face. He meant to eviscerate…her?

Or, she whipped her head around. Mr. Handsome as Sin raised his arm with military precision, and aimed at the wolf. Sharva envied his icy calm. It was as if he faced such attacks everyday.

She jumped as bolts of lightning streamed from his fingertips. Suddenly caught inside a bizarre nightmare, she threw her gaze toward the charging wolf.

Something inside her suddenly became desperate to save the wolf. But how?


Flung backward by the sorcerer’s formidable blast of power, Durc’s heart plummeted. His beloved, was she lost to him again?

In moments, he shifted to wolf. His fighting spirit blazed his blood, and he hurtled over the deep snow.

How Sharva had been detected by a dark-side immortal, he might never know. He’d taken every precaution while performing his magick against their ‘seeing’, their discovery of her.

She would be mind-altered, trained in their ways, and used for their evil purposes. Likely, every last ounce of her force would be drained from her over time. And again, she would pass from this world.

With each racing stride, fury gripped Durc harder, tighter. His muscles bunched and burned, fueled by rage, and he flew through the large drifts of snow.

Shielding himself against the sorcerer’s attack beam, Durc made the dark-sider’s exposed jugular his prey. With his mental shield weakening, he smelled his singed fur as he gathered his hind end, bared his fangs, and launched.

Durc sailed through smoke, the residue left by the evil immortal as he vanished. Obviously, the mysterious sorcerer had not realized the strength of Durc’s magick.

Thump!  Durc bounced off his closed portal.

Sprawled in the snow, he quickly bounded up before thinking how that would look to Sharva, as if he meant to attack her.

When he gazed at her, she stood rooted to the spot, staring at him, her eyes wide with fright and shock. Durc promptly sat his butt down, and tried to look appealing.

“Were you, you trying to protect me?” she asked in a wavery uncertain voice.

Durc decided a nod of his head would work better, right now, than their telepathic link.

“Th–thanks…I think.” Looking more vulnerable than Durc had seen anyone look in a long while, Sharva eyed him and clenched her shoulders together. “Are you part dog?”

What did he say to that? Another problem, he needed to shapeshift fast to his human form before his adrenalin spike wore off.

Durc had spent his vital energy on shielding himself. Reluctantly, he began slowly morphing, well knowing he was about to increase Sharva’s level of shock, and her fear of him.

His plan had been to change from wolf to man on the run, and sweep Sharva through the portal. They’d be delivered to his home near Talbot’s Peak, and he’d explain everything.

Thus, he mind-constructed the etheric gateway to open once again, only when he touched it as a man.

Durc watched the scream die on her lips, once he stood nude before Sharva. As she backed away out of pure fright, he snatched hold of her arm. Given her shock had set in too deep, she struggled very little.

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” he sang the Christmas-time lyric, hoping it would calm her enough. Durc gently pulled her closer, then wrapped his arms around her rigid body.

“You’re, you’re not cold,” she uttered through stiff lips.

“Metabolism.” Durc palmed the portal. “I can’t wait to kiss an angel.”


Sharva tucked her arm inside Durc’s arm, and snuggled closer against him. Since regaining enough memories, albeit snatches, about her lifetime with her Mage Wolf Protector, she’d come to accept him. And his ongoing courtship of her.

Along with other Talbot’s Peak townsfolk, they stood in the square before a strangely decorated but beautiful Christmas tree. Sharva squinted, not quite believing her eyes. “Is that a squirrel with a star climbing to the top of the tree?”

“Mayor Gil. The moon phase got him this year. But, no one wants to disappoint the children. Besides, it’s tradition,” Durc added, amusement in his rough and ready voice.

Around them, several children pointed, their excited shrill voices urging Mayor Gil up to the top of the towering fir tree. Sharva smiled, happiness bubbling up inside her.

She might be in the midst of weird-landia, but so far no one belittled her, or showed her an ounce of disrespect. No stinking up of the soul, as she called it — the words courtesy of a friend who had commiserated with her.

“I dare you.” Sharva heard the hushed tones of a child close to her. “I dare you to sing that here.”

“Oh yeah. I can sing it wherever I like.”

A beat or two later, as the Mayor leaped for another strong bough, Sharva heard…

“All I want for Christmas is my two front fangs…my two front fangs…grrrrrr…if I only had my two front fangs, the Christmas goose wouldn’t need to be cooked…”

Then, the commotion really broke loose. A gang of wolf pups circled playfully, chasing each other’s tails. When they spied Mayor Gil, they rushed the tree, yipping and jumping.

“Don’t worry, Mayor. I’ve got a call into the police chief,” a man yelled above the festive din, since no one else seemed particularly concerned, but in fact seemed to be enjoying the bonus merriment.

“I got candy canes to pass out,” Santa shouted in a Jersey accent. “Or I’d wave t-bones in front of ’em. Help you out there, Mayor.”

“Cookies, anyone? They’re fresh. Plenty here.” With a bow, the good-looking man presented his cellophane-wrapped treats to Sharva. After a glance at Durc, and his nod, she accepted the gift with a smiling thank you.

Meanwhile…the over-eager wolf pups were being rounded up, and there were murmurs about heading over to the coffee shop once the star sparkled atop the tree.

After all, Montana was damn cold this time of year. But, Sharva wasn’t complaining. No, not at all. There was no place she’d rather be.

“Got your dancing shoes ready for the supperclub? I plan to spin you around the dance floor until you fall into my arms,” Durc teased in that gruff wolf voice of his. That is, once the ceremony resumed with Gil again winding his way up the trunk, the star between his teeth.

“Oh, oops. I must’ve forgotten them. You’ll just have to conjure me up a pair like Cinderella’s fairy godmother,” Sharva bantered, and squeezed his arm.

“As your Mage, and your personal Santa Clause, your every desire is my command.”

Standing on tiptoe, with her lips close to his ear, Sharva breathlessly asked, “Every desire?”


Have a magickal Winter Solstice!


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

December 19, 2012

A Magical Portal Day ~ Part Two by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:15 am


Merry Tuesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Success has found me this week. The Muse has gracefully cooperated for the most part. Although, it was touch and go there for awhile. So, we’ll see if Part Three will be written. The little minx does keep me on my writerly toes.

Anyway, here is the next flash scene, themed around Winter Solstice 2012.

Not to disappoint anyone… that is, if anyone is interested… so, yes, here’s what Volcano, my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, says in his Weekly Angelic Forecast about the opportunity of December 21, 2012.

“This week, journey through the Winter Solstice Stargate, and enter a profound realm where the dreamer brings forth the dream, the most desired of dreams. It is this act of creation that will make the real ‘difference’ in our precious world. For, those who dream splendidly will bring about an Aquarian Age paradise for one and all.”
Love and Peace out, until next week, on Christmas Day.

A Magical Portal Day ~ Part Two

‘Walk through.’ Durc shadowed his mind inside hers, not wanting to frighten the woman he’d journeyed far and wide to find.

Debating with herself, Sharva stood within inches of the portal he created night after night. In a manner pleasing to her, Durc wove the subtle energy strands with the power of his mind.

The stargate vibrations of the arriving Winter Solstice assisted him, and this evening after offering his gratitude, Durc had been able to construct the etheric gateway with a strength that allowed his mate safe passage to his location.

If only she would walk through, come to him.

With his hunter’s gaze trained on Sharva, he watched her inch forward, and stand on the precipice of either entering, or retreating from his portal. ‘You’re safe,’ he whispered the encouragement inside her mind. Only once.

Already jittery, and untrusting, because of her sorrowful life, Durc knew Sharva would turn tail and run if she felt pressured. She was so close, so close to the weave of delicate energy, that faint traces of her scent wafted through, tickling his nostrils.

Her fragrance, similar yet unique to her current physical form, teased Durc unmercifully. The instant the old gods gifted him with her scent trail, his ceaseless days as a vagabond, of roaming and protecting Earth’s wildlands ended.

He’d made a home in Talbot’s Peak, and become part of the backwoods patrol team Dante relied on.

Tempted to morph into his human form as Sharva tentatively touched the etheric gateway with her forefinger, Durc reminded himself his magickal prowess remained stronger as wolf. He could mindspeak easier with her, as they’d done before when he’d been both her Protector wolf and her Mage Protector.

Now, even as man, Sharva would not know him. She would possess no conscious memory of him as her devoted lover.

With the rise of the lost-soul sorcerers…when the world descended into the dark ages…his beloved Sharva hadn’t been able to sustain her life force.

Humanity fell into the abyss of fear and ignorance, and magick, as once practiced on Earth, came to its endtime. With the dense entrapment of energies, Durc had failed to keep his beloved’s beautiful body alive.

Once, by her mere presence the lands, the beasts and birds — all of life sang happily, gloriously — producing an abundance where no one was ever left in want.

As the dark sorcerers gained power, despoiling life, Durc had witnessed Sharva’s shining spirit slip free. Like sparkling mist, she’d spiraled toward heaven, leaving him.

Only the promise of the old gods had kept Durc from ending his life, and following the woman he loved more than the breath of life itself. She would come to him again, his gods decreed, when the Winter Solstice Stargate opened, and the New Age revealed herself.

Now was that time.

Durc stretched his neck, and pricked his ears higher. Sharva leaned ever so slightly toward the portal.

‘Come through,’ he invited, keeping his words soft in her mind.

‘Patience is a virtue,’ Durc heard from on high.

True to their words, his gods had stayed by his side, guiding him — even during the last century of the troubled and tumultuous Piscean age, when they traveled in the realm of spirit only.

As Durc discovered, once he found Sharva, the old gods had succeeded in protecting her. Despite the world’s fall from grace, she hadn’t been caught in the formidable clutches of the evil ones, and forced to serve them.

Not yet, he told himself, as he crept closer. The fresh snow made a fragile crunch as he padded toward his etheric gateway.

Because, he knew.

Sharva straightened with resolve, fisting her hands. After a few puffs of frosty breath, she plunged through the portal.

Once she shimmered through, Durc raced toward her, shapeshifting with each step. He had to reach  her before…



Have a magickal Winter Solstice!


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

December 17, 2012

We Three Wolf Kings by Savanna Kougar

Greeting kisses, shapeshifter lovers. 

This is in honor of the Winter Solstice Stargate  
on December 21, 2012


We Three Wolf Kings of Ages Are 

 We three wolf kings of ages are
Bringing our spirit gifts, we travel afar
Fields and forests, rivers and mountains,
Following the portal star  

Oh Stargate of wonder, Oh solstice night
Above the stars shine with beauty bright
Westward running, still panting
We race toward Talbot’s Peak light

Born another King on forest lane
Hearts of gold we bring to love Him again
Wolf King forever, ceasing never
Together we all will reign

Oh Stargate of wonder, Oh solstice night
Above the stars shine with beauty bright
Westward running, still panting
We race toward Talbot’s Peak light

Wisdom to offer have we
Winter Solstice moons among sacred trees
Howling and praising, all wolves singing
To the Great Spirit so high and free

Oh Stargate of wonder, Oh solstice night
Above the stars shine with beauty bright
Westward running, still panting
We race toward Talbot’s Peak light

Oh mystic star portal bridging doom
Breathe in new life beyond the gloom
Our souls raising, to the moon winging
We scent Mother Nature’s nightly perfume

Oh Stargate of wonder, Oh solstice night
Above the stars shine with beauty bright
Westward running, still panting
We race toward Talbot’s Peak light

Now behold the Winter Stargate arise
Wolf Kings, our Queens, ends our compromise
Glorious Awoooo! Awoooo! Awoooo!
To the celestial majesty we sing replies

Oh Stargate of wonder, Oh solstice night
Above the stars shine with beauty bright
Westward running, still panting
We race toward Talbot’s Peak light


Wolf Spirit Inspired lyrics by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

December 12, 2012

A Magical Portal Day ~ Part One by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:41 am

Tuesday holiday-merry kisses, shapeshifter lovers. 
This week begins what ‘feels’ like a series of three flash scenes, with the last one written as a Christmas flash scene. At least, that’s the working plan, shapeshifter Sam.

Yeah, we’ll see, since everything is subject to change. The Muse simply demands it, the little princess.

So, there are three magical end-of-the-year dates coming up. The first one is December 12, 2012. Then, of course, Winter Solstice 2012, or 12-21-2012. And voila, Christmas day.

My flash scene reflects the first date, of course. Here’s what Volcano, my hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, says in his Weekly Angelic Forecast about the opportunity of December 12, 2012.

“Also, 12-12-12 is this upcoming Wednesday. This date is a magickal opportunity to travel inward, and glimpse the dreams you’ve never known were inside you — the dreams waiting to be expressed. As well, many will be joining in prayer and meditation to bring forth LOVE, and heighten the ‘good, good’ cosmic vibrations of this day.”

Love and Peace out, until next week.

A Magical Portal Day ~ Part One


The word echoed through Sharva, on an endless loop.

Bitterly, she recalled the most recent blowup with her mother and brother. She’d spent years of her life doing anything and everything  — workshops, seminars, self-improvement books, counseling, the TV pop psychology shows — toward improving her relationships with both of them. With her family members in general.

Nothing worked. In the end.

“Betrayal, by a thousand cuts” she whispered. “I can’t take it anymore.”

So, here she stood at dusk, the snow covering the tops of her boots. Around her, snowflakes drifted as if they no longer cared about turning the world a beautiful wintery white.

Pain scorched and knifed her insides, and Sharva tamped down the sobs wanting to erupt from her constricted throat. Truth was, she couldn’t cry anymore. She’d become too empty.

Would it come again? Sharva scanned the bleak darkening landscape. Scraggly trees struggled to survive, sparsely dotting the long slope of land, ruined so long ago by bad mining practices. 

She’d discovered the odd shimmer about a month ago on one of her solitary walks. What she now called a ‘fairy window’ — because of it’s mundane shape but sparkly ethereal colors — had simply, suddenly appeared before her, hanging a few feet off the ground.

Caught between stomach-knotting fear and being utterly transfixed, Sharva stared as the faint rectangular shape shimmered in and out for several minutes — remaining in the same position.

She’d been surprised beyond belief when the strange shimmer appeared in a different location two days later. Now, looking for the fairy window on her walks had become the one solace in Sharva’s day.

With the conflicts and arguments escalating daily…with no way to leave since her mother depended on her for help and money…feeling all alone in a world gone mad…and betrayed by the family she loved with all her heart…Sharva stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.

She assumed she’d gone into some type of shock. Her frosty breaths moved in and out of her lungs. She felt herself blink, felt the way her gloved hands were stuffed inside her jacket pockets.

Immobile, Sharva was aware a snowflake melted on her eyelashes, even as she died inside all over again. She’d searched religiously, but the stark truth was she’d run out solutions for her life.

The distant howl of a lone wolf penetrated her thoughts. Startled, Sharva whipped her gaze around. There weren’t supposed to be any wolves left in this area.

Of course, she reasoned, it could be someone’s dog, maybe a feral dog. Maybe a coyote. Although, the howling didn’t sound like any coyote she’d ever heard before. 

With the fading eerie notes…as if it’d been conjured out of thin air by a powerful sorcerer…the fairy window materialized. Not off the ground, but about six feet in front of her.

Sharva shook inside, not certain whether she felt sheer excitement or absolute fear of the unknown. Probably both.

Stronger than ever, the shimmer pulsed, its aurora colors more intense. “Portal,” fell from her lips, as Sharva recalled all the paranormal romance novels she’d read.

After moments, when the fairy window didn’t fade away, she followed her crazy impulse to find something to toss through. Sharva looked around quickly, but saw only snow.

Again, she heard a howl, a mournful song that chilled her down to the bone. Sharva would have glanced around, but the shimmering doorway had her entranced.

‘Doorway’, she repeated to herself mentally. Was this an actual portal? Could it be?

Remembering the William Henry book she’d read about stargates, Sharva frantically murmured, ‘What now?”

‘Walk through,’ a deep male voice, soft as a shadow, instructed inside her head.


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

December 5, 2012

Finishing… and Promo for Santa Baby, Several Stars Away by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 12:57 am

First Tuesday in December kisses, shapeshifter lovers.
With Christmas around the corner, I figured it was time to promo my holiday short story.
Plus, I need the time to finish the final paragraphs of my ‘soon to be released’ shapeshifter erotic romance, HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS.
It’s a painstaking process pulling Sherilyn, Zance, and Dontoya’s erotic love story together with just the right emotion, tenor, and impact.
But, I’m so close to writing ‘the end’. Of course, that means editing, and revisions. However, I’m hoping with the amount of editing I’ve already done, it will go fairly quickly.
Hey, a writer can hope, can’t she? Do Christmas wishes come true? I’m about to find out… lol.
This will be my first SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS NOVEL, and since one of the themes is New Year’s Eve, I sure would like to git ‘er done in time.

~ A Short Shapeshifter Erotic Romance for Christmas ~

Consumed by curiosity, Kaily gives herself to a mystery man for Christmas.

Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?

To win the woman he desires above all else, Dylan turns the Twelve Days of Christmas into the twelve passions, all in one night.

Chapter One:

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You


Rarely reckless, Kaily flung off the negligee she’d first thought to wear. It landed in a red ephemeral heap beside the tastefully trimmed Christmas tree.

So what if she’d just broken into his house…well, she hadn’t exactly broken in…more like she spied on him until she found out where he hid the extra key…lodged in a crack of the frame above the door of the Victorian mansion he’d resurrected from certain crumbling death, and now obviously treasured.

There was only one thing Kaily could see amiss in the traditional holiday atmosphere he’d created with the help of the town’s local historical club–a garish red ribbon. The long sash had a simple bow attached to one end, and practically shone despite the low lighting. 

Kaily stared at the unexpected invitation.

Certainly, the river of red ribbon didn’t belong on the floor as a decoration, and she couldn’t see anywhere else it belonged…except wrapped around her.

Since she was giving herself to him as a gift for Christmas…well, why not?

Wildly inspired, Kaily plucked up what looked to be about three yards of ribbon. After strategically emphasizing her full breasts, she arranged it around her naked body. Naked that is, except for her gold ankle bracelet, her ‘I want to seduce you earrings’…and a whimsical pair of faux-fur trimmed santa boots.

Heck, Kaily reasoned, if he was gay he might just chuckle a ho-ho-ho, and turn it all into big ole joke…and she’d turn her bare tail, and escape as quick as possible. If he wasn’t gay, but didn’t want to take what she was offering, Kaily hoped he would have a holly jolly laugh at her expense as he politely showed her to the door.

It was all too true, her curiosity raged out of control–even causing her sleepless nights. The object of her desire had sauntered into Kaily’s small town last December. He’d paid cash on the spot for the dilapidated but proud old Victorian mansion, according to Becky Starks the one realtor.

With a vengeance, and despite the winter weather, Sexy Strange Man–as she’d thought of him then–had set about restoring the mansion. He’d also made certain to gain the good will of everyone in town…well, almost everyone.

Nessie Jones, the town’s librarian, didn’t like Dylan. Of course, Nessie didn’t like anyone anyway, for whatever reason she could find. The love of her life was books and a mystery man she claimed to be married to–that no one ever saw.

Behind Dylan’s back, Nessie always curled her lip and wrinkled her nose, as if his deodorant had failed in its job…which might be case, since he always smelled smoky and impossibly virile to Kaily.

Even though she did try to avoid him, because of her obsession with knowing more about him–why make herself look like a prize-trussed fool in front of everyone by groping him with questions–still, they were always running into each other, and Kaily always became turned-on, and positively inebriated by his scent.

Okay yes, Kaily admitted, now she did look good and trussed up, the way the length of red ribbon wound around her body. At least, by what she could see. There was a slice of her reflection in the tall narrow mirror near the fireplace mantle.

With the bow dangling from one hand, Kaily wondered if she should position it over her well-furred pussy–not completely covered by the ribbon. Or maybe, the large showy bow should nestle between the swells of her breasts…or be placed like a centerpiece above her ample-enough cleavage.

”Ooooh…Santa baby, waitin’ just for you,” she crooned like the song, then pursed her lips in an attempt to look sexy.


Kaily has been consumed by curiosity ever since Dylan suddenly appears in her small town. Surreptitiously, she watches the mystery man restore a rundown Victorian mansion, all while his charm and sincerity gain him the good will of most everyone. This is especially true when he volunteers to become the annual Santa Claus for the children at the town’s park.

The problem for Kaily: No one really knows anything about Dylan’s past or where he came from. With her attraction to him growing day by day, she becomes a driven woman. On a desperate whim, she gives herself to him as a Christmas present. Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?


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Have the merriest of shapeshifting holidays!


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

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