ShapeShifter Kisses

August 27, 2015

One Shade of Silver Wolf by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:46 pm

End of August howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’ve started what I hope will turn out to be a new series of flash scenes. We’ll see, given my *who knows what obstacles are next?* life.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Because I’m pressed for time, I’m not even going to do a read over as I usually do, so please excuse any glaring mistakes.


One Shade of Silver Wolf

She’d known he could never love her. Not as she desired. Truth: she’d been seduced by his scholarly knowledge, by his extraordinary super intellect. Yeah, Einstein meets Carl Sagan, mix brains and stir. Then stand back in pure awe. That was Professor Edward Kingston.

During their two-year relationship, he’d treated her more than decently, and loved her in what he considered to be the proper manner. But at a deep emotional level the about-to-be chancellor, Professor Kingston, was bankrupt — as bankrupt as The Donald Trump had been four times in his entrepreneurial, meteoric rise to reality-show stardom.

Oh, she’d told herself Professor Ed would come to love her with a passion unparalleled. What a big fat lie.

The infamous rose-colored glasses, her fierce passion to learn… but yeah, her ego weakness for greater knowledge — the opportunity to live in a high-intellect realm, and constantly utilize her mind, to keep learning — she’d let herself be seriously led astray.  As far as the deepest longings of her heart.

She let a sigh escape, one that blew strands of her coppery, always fly-away hair. As she moved down the hallway toward the stairs that led to Edward’s tome-filled office, her gut churned, as if creepy crawlies hatched out.

Damn. She didn’t want to do this. But there was a thing about being true to yourself. And it was time. Likely past time to say goodbye in a grownup, responsible manner.

To her best knowledge, Edward had even remained faithful, a mountain-tall plus for his overall stalwart character, given it was rarity in this ivory-tower campus culture. After all, affairs were de rigeur, and a way to climb the ambition-ladder for some.

She’d remained faithful as well, never stepping out on him. Not once. Oh, she’d flirted with the bevy of hunk temptations on campus. Those who put the one-night moves on her, and those with cheesy lines spoken in the throes of hyper-hormone activity.

Intentionally, she trotted up the stairway to keep herself moving. Not allowing herself to think, to entertain any thought about changing her mind, she lightly rapped on the heavy, late 1800’s door.

“Kailla, come in. You’re not disturbing me.” Edward’s deep resonant voice somehow soothed her. At the same time, anxiety tumbled willy-nilly through her middle.

“Edward,” Kailla closed the door behind her, a whisper of sound over the thick expensive carpet. “I’m on my way. All packed up.”

He rose from his leather desk chair, a tall distinguished man with cognac-brown eyes — deep-set eyes that held a universe of scholarly knowledge. Edward’s passion for research and learning had proven to be endless, and dominated their life together. .

As she’d come to understand after days of soul-searching, he was married to the exploration, to the mission of being educated, and educating others. Kailla respected his passion. It simply wasn’t her all-consuming passion.

Edward approached her, a gentle caring smile on his nobly constructed face. “Have a good time on your vacation, darling.” He lifted her hands, enfolding them within his.

“Edward…” Kailla drew in what felt like a whirlwind of breath. “I’m saying goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” Puzzlement colored his eyes.

“This isn’t easy.” Kailla raked her hand through her disobedient hair. “I’m leaving. I won’t be coming back.”

Shock hit his features. He turned and perched on the edge of his desk, his posture like a puppet held up with wires.

“I’ve given this a lot of thought…” Kailla swallowed back the lump about to choke her. “With you about to become chancellor… well, being with me won’t help you. You know that,” she emphasized when he was about to object.

“Face it, Edward. I’m a liability to all you hold dear.” Kailla ignored the dizziness threatening to drop her to the floor, and softly continued, “I’m the leopardess who can’t change her spots enough to fit in that rarified, ivory tower realm.”

“It’s what I love about you most, Kailla.”

Unable to stand the appeal in his eyes to stay… to come back to him in two-weeks time, Kailla turned away.

“You can’t be entirely tamed,” he added after a pregnant pause. “If you change your mind,” he began, ever the gentleman.

“You know, Beverly has been in love with you since she began teaching here. She’d be perfect as a chancellor’s wife. You can’t have missed how she dotes on you, especially when I’m not around.”

“No.” Raw pain owned his voice. “I haven’t missed her overtures. Be well, Kailla.”

“Be well, Edward.” She jerked open the door, and stepped outside. Tears welled up, and she clung to the stair railing as the salty wetness slid down her cheeks.


Thundercloud, silver wolf shifter, and second clan brother in his familial pack, loped toward the highway. His nose led the way.

Out for a long, muscle-stretching run through the fields and forests of Talbot’s Peak territory, he’d suddenly scented a delicious female fragrance. One that salivated his jowls, and caused his loins to ignite with savage need.

So what if she was human. Mostly human, anyway. Like as not, she didn’t know her full genetic heritage.

Thundercloud’s primal instincts ruled as he sprinted alongside the highway, searching for the vehicle he knew she drove. Somehow he had to find the woman, follow her. Claim her.


Weary from traveling, and ready to lose herself to a long nap once she reached the Talbot’s Peak Inn, Kailla concentrated on the few miles left before she reached her destination.

Checking her side mirror, she glanced longer this time. Her adrenaline jumped and kept pumping. Was that a wolf, a real live wolf racing toward her?

Slowing so she wouldn’t wreck, Kailla pulled off to the side, yet kept her minivan slowly moving. Transfixed, she watched the humongous wolf charge straight at her. The late summer sun caused his coat to appear silvery, as if each dark hair had been tipped with a drop of silver.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


August 19, 2015

“Why the hell are the car doors open?” by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:27 pm

End-of-summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

So, for now, here’s the endpoint of Operation Crunch, my series of flash scenes around state agents attempting to intimidate Gil, the beloved mayor of Talbot’s Peak.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to finish my ShapeShifter Seductions WIP, titled: Waiting For a Filly Girl. It’s been hit and miss given the life obstacles going on. But I hope to have more writing time soon. Right now, I’m closing in on 40,000 words.


“Why the hell are the car doors open?”

At the first sight of their car — which looked as though a gang of thugs had taken metal pipes to it in a fit of mindless savagery, then a flock of seagulls had flown over and unloaded — Pete and John swerved toward the possible refuge offered by a couple of large cottonwood trees. Immediately, they were rushed by the *had-to-be* most humongous brown bear on Earth.

‘What a trophy kill,’ Pete thought, even in the midst of his adrenaline-fed panic. Even as he was forced to run like a madman back to their car by the snarl-growling bears surrounding him and John. In that instant, he knew without doubt, he would never ever go to Talbot’s Peak again. Shit, no matter if his career took a serious dive.

“Why the hell are the car doors open?” John shouted raggedly. Was the guy’s lungs about to fail him?

“Damn. Shit. It’s running, the car,” Pete panting-yelled moments later.

Figuring that was an invite to get the hell outta Dodge, Pete put his head down and charged like he’d done as a running back on the highschool football team.

“I’m driving,” John wheezed. “You can’t drive worth a crap.”

“Drive, for gawd’s sake.” Keeping his legs churning, Pete glanced over his shoulder.

The bears appeared to be slowing their chase.

With his heart thumping like it was about to expire, Pete dived inside the car, and slammed the door shut. At least, it shut. When John bolted inside, and tried to close his door, it took three quick desperate attempts.

Like a race car driver down the final stretch, John gripped the steering wheel hard, then stomped on the accelerator. They shot forward, the car jumping on take off.

As they sped down the highway, with John doing a helluva a job staying on the asphalt, the only sound was their harsh rapid breaths bouncing off the interior of the car. Pete had never breathed this hard, not even during good, hot monkey sex.

Miles later, their breathing gradually normalized. Yet, neither one of them spoke.

“Never,” John broke the silence, “Never gawddamn never will I ever set foot anywhere near that shit weird town. I don’t care if they threaten to take my pension away. I don’t care if I have to fucking resign.”

“I’m with ya, bro. They’ll likely fire us over this car. Fuck, how do we explain this?” Pete grabbed for the seatbelt as John sped around a curve way faster than the speed limit.

“Nothin’! To explain.” John clipped his speech, his gaze religiously trained on the road. “They can grill us, hook us up to a lie detector, we don’t know nothin’.”

Pete didn’t reply. Seemingly his brain remained undamaged, given the scenarios that played in his head. “Missing time,” he finally blurted out. “You know like the bullshit all those UFO abductees are always spoutin’. We can say we were abducted, probed in the butt.”

“Doesn’t explain the car, you class A idiot.” John spoke in a dismissive growl.

“Don’t call me an idiot, you three-stooges numbskull. It was you who said we’d further our careers.” Pete accusingly aimed his gaze. “*You* convinced me we’d get big fat bonuses for reeling in those local yokels. Remember, a-hole?”

John lessened their speed. “Don’t want to get pulled over by the cops,” he grouched.

“Yeah, what cop in his ever-loving, shit mind wouldn’t pull over a ‘beat to hell’ car with bird shit covering it. You’re dreamin’.”

“At least, I won’t be caught fucking speeding,” John mumbled gruffly. He switched on the wipers again — another try at getting rid of the smeared poop on the windshield.

“Hey, why don’t we shove this wreck over a cliff…make up a story about being chased by drugged-up wackos?” Pete brightened inside at the idea.

“Cameras in the sky. Google Earth. Remember, punk?” John glanced at him sideways.

“You gotta point, old man. But I’m trying to think us outta this shit-steamy mess.”

“Yeah,” John sardonically began, “why don’t we just text the NSA and ask ’em what’s on those satellite cameras? That’ll get us outta this shit-steamy mess,” he mocked.


“No, it won’t,” Blade Runner choked out, as he rolled on the floor of his ‘UFO’ laughing his furry bunny ass off. He’d made double-tech certain nothing had been captured by anyone’s sky surveillance.

He wasn’t laughing alone either. On another screen inside his craft, Dante and Kitty were holding onto each other inside her library office. Laughter poured out of them like the towering waterfalls on his homeworld.

On a third screen, the techie crew at the Pleasure Club, howled, roared, screeched, and cackled with laughter.

Yep, thank the rabbit messenger, underground Taltube viewers were in for a howling-yowling roller coaster ride of laughs. Later.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

August 15, 2015

Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:10 pm
Lazy summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’m taking a break from my OPERATION CRUNCH series of flash scenes. Instead, here’s an *unedited…so, apologies for any less-than-good writing* part of a chapter from Waiting For a Filly Girl, Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, and a ShapeShifter Presents WIP I’ve been working on. This scene takes place after a lusty encounter between my heroine and hero. Drev is determined to make love to his woman.

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Talbot’s Peak territory anything is possible.


Chapter Thirty-five

Satiated, Keina basked in the feel of Drev holding her close, in the feel of his cock still buried deep inside her equess. Most of all, she luxuriated in their love for each other.

“Thanksgiving,” she murmured long moments later. “This is perfect. You make me so thankful.”

Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck, then her shoulder, sending wonderful shivers through her. “You know I want to make proper love to you.”


“Like this.” Her stud man placed lazy kisses on the back of her shoulder.

“Mmmm.” Keina surrendered her back to him. “What you do to me.”

“And I like doing it.” His words sounded like a sexy purr as they poured into her ear.

Drev separated their bodies, pressing slow sumptuous kisses down her back. “You have the best lips,” Keina moaned. “And the best hands,” she praised several moments later when  he languidly stroked up and down her side.

Between the sensual onslaught of his kisses and his *take your time* caresses, Keina sweltered, arousal seizing hold of her fast.

“You’re melting my bones, stud.”

In answer, Drev slid his hand beneath her breast, taking gentle possession. Her nipple pebbled against his palm, and the pleasure of it swamped Keina.

As he planted a delectable kiss at the base of her spine, she whimpered. His tongue teased the sensitized spot, and a sizzly wave of heat spread over her pussy mound, then up her torso.

Drev nuzzled her lower back, causing Keina to go limbless. He moved up her spine, touching kisses and sexily rubbing his nose. When he pressed a searing kiss between her shoulder blades, Keina surrendered to another surge of hot-sweet bliss.

“Oooh, my stud man,” she crooned, as his cock began hardening again.

Passion ignited her blood, rousing Keina. She sensually stretched so his shaft slipped from her pussy. Feeling like a beautiful temptress, she rolled over, then linked her arms around his neck. “Drev.”

Tenderly, he threaded his fingers into her hair, and embraced her head between his palms. In slow-motion, their lips met in a kiss that deepened immediately. The impassioned press of their mouths consumed Keina, and flamed more liquid desire through every fiber of her.

She tightened her hold on his neck as Drev covered her with his muscle-hunky body. Could anything feel any better than his weight flattening her breasts, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Goddess Equine, no.
Their continuing kiss intensified to a depth of desire Keina never dreamed existed. It was pure magic.

Diving her fingers through Drev’s gorgeous thick mane of hair, she fondled. Her stud man changed the tempo of their ongoing kiss.

Not coming up for air—as their mouths moved and smoldered over each other—Drev cradled his long torch of a cock in the valley between her thighs. Keina trembled inside with the feel of his stud length, with the giddy anticipation of him taking her pussy again.

She undulated her hips, then widened her thighs, so his cockhead pushed against her clit.

“Whoa there, filly girl,” Drev gently ordered.

Unbidden, a song lyric sprang into her head. “Pull the reins in on me,” Keina breathy sang. “Linda Ronstadt,” she added.

“Yeah, I remember…I’ll be pulling the reins a lot.” Drev stopped her words by placing a dominant yet tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. Then, he made love to with his lips, blanketing her face with kisses.

“Oh, Drev,” she sighed.

Keina shivered with small rapid shudders, and moaned with pleasure as her stud man brushed more kisses over her cheeks. He teasingly nibbled her earlobe, then the tip of his tongue outlined the rim of her ear.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


August 6, 2015

“Got ’em spotted,” Ralph da bear signaled. ~by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 10:17 pm
Summer-hot howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Once again: To Quote: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

Okay, how sorry will the bad-guy bureaucrats be having to drive a wolf and saber-tooth mangled car that has also been especially decorated by Miss Cardinal and her bird-shifter friends?

That is, after the bear shifters get done with them

“Got ’em spotted,” Ralph da bear signaled.

Kitty couldn’t help herself. Her stunned and feline-fascinated gaze glued itself to the super-tech screen Blade Runner had provided. Not to meow out loud, but she kept bending closer observing Carlotta’s fast and furious aerial maneuvers.

Yowls, her bird-droppings art on the shifters-gone-wild damaged sedan. Well, amazingly impressive!

Next, the cardinal shifter invited her feathered friends, and Kitty watched in astonished awe as they flew diving patterns, decorating the now mostly unrecognizable car. At some point, Carlotta’s leadership turned them into an attack flock. The mostly white splotches and splashes were applied with precision — as if they’d practiced as a drill team.

Applauding the motley-crew flock’s performance, Kitty clapped her hands, but softly so she wouldn’t alert anyone outside her office. Oh clawing-yeah, she made up her mind to recruit the fiery-spirited cardinal as one of her *keep Talbot’s Peak safe* team leaders. Carlotta was a natural.


“Got ’em spotted,” Ralph da bear signaled. Shifted, he spoke in bear-growling language, then tromped loudly toward the two state agents who still ran for their lives. “Those stinky suits are headed your way, Ben.”

Ben — Peak store proprietor and bear shifter — bark-growled ‘he got the message’. He’d brought his entire family to give chase — and likely to school the young’ns in who the real enemy was. In fact, the family had turned it into an outing, a picnic in the woods.

On sentry duty, Ralph merely listened to the rousing, running din of children-cubs having a real good time. He’d also scarfed down generous portions of their fare, and slurped up the dee-licious berry pie Mrs. Ben brought him. Earlier, he’d plopped his large frame down, and used the base of a huge maple tree as his personal lounger.

Yeah-hell buddy, it only took two good eyes, his alert ears, and a superb sniffer to know when the two human pests intruded.

“Here!” Drolun announced in bear grunts. Obvious as the blue sky above, the cave-dwelling bear shifter, moved on silent paws — given Ralph hadn’t heard his approach. Otherwise known as Tom Jones because he impersonated the performer at the Pleasure Club, Drolun was a master of forest survival.

With the piss-scent of the revenuers now filling his nostrils, Ralph crashed through the underbrush toward his scared-shitless targets. Intent on driving them back to their mangled car, he roared – although, crapola! his lungs didn’t cooperate too well.

Too many late-night movies with pizza and beer, he concluded. Time to get back to the gym and work out like the Rock.

“Got ’em in sight,” Ben bellowed. “The missus and the kids are baiting ’em like fish on hooks.”

Ralph burst into the scene. The three cubs squealed, and pretending to be afraid, they bolted toward mom. Mrs. Ben reared up and roared her motherly rage.

Frozen in the terror, the two human males didn’t even notice his lumbering noisy arrival — or Drolun who silently slipped through the trees opposite Ralph. Mrs. Ben bared her fangs. Fiercely snarling, she dropped to all fours, and charged. Ben followed, roaring his outrage, which was real enough…but had nothing to do with the safety of his cubs.

Ralph wheezed snarls when the two white-as-a-ghost humans fled in his direction. Summoning his strength, as if he fought the bad guy in a WWF fight, he galloped toward them.

Hoarse pitiful yells burst from their fear-constricted throats, and the two collided as they tried to race in the other direction. For instants, the ape-idjits pummeled each other with their fists, battling to be the first one to run the other way.

If he could have bellowed a belly laugh, Ralph would have sat on his rump, and let one loose. Instead, he advanced, doing his part to herd them back toward the car. NO ONE wanted these two dangerous bureaucrats stranded anywhere close to Talbot’s Peak.

“Oh fuck God! There’s another one!” the suit in the lead screamed.

Drolun, looking magnificently ferocious — like a bear should — charged. His muscles bunched and rippled beneath his thick luxurious coat as he running-stalked the pair. Even his gaze devoured the human pests.

From behind them, Ben and Mrs. Ben roared in chorus, and moved to cut off their escape. Their cubs followed, joining in with their little roars.

Terrified — Ralph heard their rapidly thundering heartbeats — the state agents wheeled back in the direction they’d run from. Scrambling to get their footing on the slick foliage, they then took off like hellhounds bit their butts.

Naw, hell bears, Ralph corrected himself. Dang it, he wouldn’t mind taking a huge ole chomp outta their fleeing asses. But Kitty — Dante’s love kitten and leader of Operation Crunch — had been adamant about there being no teeth marks on their despicable hides.

Yeah, yeah, right…no use in bringing in state hunters who’d take aim. Then, they’d have to deal with those podunks.

Ralph mentally chuckled as he pounded after the pair — was someone timin’ ’em? Their land speed had to be a damn record.

Between him, the Ben family, and Drolun, they kept the two suits herded as they attempted to veer off course — keeping them on course for their wolf-and-sabertooth wrecked of a wreck.

Wow, wowser-powser, who did all the bird-shit decorating???


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


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