Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction.
Summer Solstice 2022 Howls, Yowls, Growls and 'No Scowls' ShapeShifter Lovers!
magnificently numerous and culturally varied celebrations in Wolf Peak
Territory are eclectic, of course pagan-magickal, and wondrously fun for
children, for All. Many of the fae folk Supernaturals are leading the
origin-sacred rituals, the rollicking happy festivities this year. There
are forest moon runs especially popular with the shapeshifter crowd.
And the dance nightclubs in the Peak are filled to capacity--elegant
gowns, medieval finery, twenties gaiety, disco thrills, romance reaching
the stars above...you choose the entertainments at the Interspecies
I wish I'd been there.
One of the Fae MidSummer Gatherings In Wolf Peak.
is Dangerous's fantasy, his vision of Kymbra during next year's Summer
Solstice faires. Their story continues after the rattlesnake attack
Dangerous and his team defeated...
"Showtime, Palladin." Dangerous reined his warrior horse toward the slithering glint. They spun on a dime. About half a mile in distance, the enormous, evilly engineered rattlesnake charged, fangs displayed as is if his favorite dinner was served.
Demon yellow eyes glittered beneath the omnipotent glare of Montana's noon sun. Yep, the robo-bio weapon demanded his weakness, his submission.
Fat fucking chance.
Rifle raised and ready, Dangerous aimed for the manufactured snake. Hell, the sweet kill spot.
Palladin raced faster, his ears flattened in fury.
Bam-boom. Severed. The monster's head flew off in a spray of crimson blood and dark component particles.
As the bio-mutants rapid approach slowed to a weak winding crawl, Palladin leapt altering course. With great glee, with all four hooves, he stomped on the collapsed sidewinder. Gory mush and prairie dirt mixed.
Done, the warrior stallion snorted his triumph. "Four more of the smaller ones comin' for us!" Dangerous shouted.
Blasting his shots with precision, while Palladin whirled and attacked beneath him, Dangerous shattered their fang-striking heads. The kick of Palladin's back hoof sent the last rattlesnake head soaring through the air.
"Got the bad muther," Jacker yelled to Dangerous. Neatly snatching the flying head with his capture net, he deftly placed it inside the specialized bag destined for the Peak's research lab.
"Got 'em all," Jacker assured, "including that huge fang-spitting effer."
"See ya at the Mule Kick bar, the meetin'." Dangerous watched the renowned Texas snake wrangler climbed into his safari-like vehicle.
"Yep, gotta whet the ole whistle. Plan for the future." Jacker gave a salute. "Keep beheading them trans-machine rattlers."
For several minutes, Dangerous studied the mangled crushed bodies of the lab-built diamondbacks. None moved.
"Clean up on aisle three-two," Dangerous reported via his wrist com. He grinned.
Giving Palladin's neck a hearty pat, Dangerous twanged, "A big pail of oats for you."
While Palladin headed home swinging into his smooth trot, Dangerous recalled their snake-kill encounters. He committed every detail to memory. After greater all, their alpha-wolf leader, Dante, rightly expected such from his Guardian Force.
'Course once he'd completed that mental exercise, She
took over his thoughts. She being Kymbra--more of a beauty every damn
day. The woman was gettin' under his shapeshifter hide, no howling
truth, more than her womanly beauty, it was her dagger-sharp mind, her
insights--like fine cut crystal. Dang, it was her profound cosmic soul
and being...her human-spirited resilience.
It was...what other descriptions...his brain circled with potential images, none of them worked, though.
Okay growls, more wolf-panting truth, her simmering sexuality yip-yip pant-pant...the depth and ferociousness of a smoldering 'about to erupt' volcano.
He could smell it--a ruthless delicious torment.
The unique dog who resembled a Dingo ran to him as he opened the large pen's gate. Lifting the little guy high, Dangerous gave him a playful shake. "Duringo, my man."
"Looks like he's adapting well. Aren't you?" Betgossi cooed. The woman in charge of finding homes for pets in the Peak stroked the dog's head.
Dangerous held him close to his chest since Duringo liked it. "Anything to make Kymbra happy." Dangerous cuddled the dog, something he'd never done before. even though he was fond of domesticated canines.
"I'm so glad we found him. Not an easy breed to locate, a good one, that is." Betgossi lightly scratched behind Duringo's pointed ears, then rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs.
gonna love the dickens outta you, my man. She needs to do some more
healin' first, though. And you and me need more quality time together."
"What in the living hell did you do to my hormones?" Her accusing eyes struck deep, thrown spears at him. Yet her vulnerability also took hold of his heart.
"You're on the mend, Kymbra." Dangerous forced his own high-impact hormones to loosen their tight grip. "It's natural. A natural process."
Their lips were so close, kissing close.
But he didn't dare. Not yet.
By the grace of the wolf goddess, he knew better. Dangerous distanced himself enough to gaze at her face.
Silence, the deadly silence of a pissed off woman. She glared. Yep, for several moments before, "Crap. Is this going to reverse menopause?"
"It could," he quietly admitted. "However, here in Wolf Peak...how do I explain..."
"Spit it out." She glared harder.
"It's like a good spell." He grabbed a large breath. "Women don't get pregnant here unless they choose it."
A look of confusion crossed her features. "Birth control?"
"No...no pills, no potions of any sort." Dangerous gently cupped her face. "It's a matter of will, of will power...the women magicians ordained it into existence many years ago."
"Like a mass intention experiment?" Her gaze searched his, demanding the truth.
"More powerful, light years more powerful, Kymbra." Dangerous stroked his hands down her irresistible hair--thickening now, becoming silkier. "The Source Goddess rules."
Disbelief captured her expression. At first, then gradually vanished. She felt it, sensed the omnipresent Divine Magick.
"Well, that's a good thing." She breathed the words out.
He gave a nod. "A couple more days and you'll be up, walking again."
One side of her mouth quirked. She challenged, "Just like that."
"You got me, Kymbra darlin'. Not just like that." With sky-big reluctance, Dangerous removed his hands from her, straightening. "It'll take some time, some practicin'. But before you know it, you'll be running again."
She quirked her face, squinching one eye. "Running?"
"You're one adorable woman. Yep, runnin'. And riding a horse." He winked, then grinned. "Promise."
"Rattlesnakes." The word burst from her. "Robo-bio rattlers. How many did you destroy, Danger Man?"
After assessing her, Dangerous asked, "You wanna a front row seat?"
"Your wish is my command...darlin'." Touching his wrist com, he linked the cyber recording to her monitor. "There ya go. You can stop it anytime. Just say the word."
Not wanting to look intrusive, Danger retreated to his command desk, as he affectionately thought of it. He concocted his fave superior-health coffee brew, then sat back and leisurely sipped--watching Kymbra from beneath the brim of his cowboy chateau.
What a brainy beauty--just what he liked in a woman. Sundown howls yep, whether wolfess shifter, the other shapeshifter ladies, the many types of Supernatural women living in the Peak...yip-yip, the lovely faes, the ET and Inner Earth communities.
Hell yeah, that was just his man's nature. Always had been.
Kymbra gave him a quick piercing glance, then became absorbed in his rattler slaying. A good sign, he figured, yep-yips in several ways.
Dangerous grinned surreptitiously.
After refreshing his brew, he reviewed the latest info on various battle fronts--keeping one eye trained on Kymbra, of course. "Our Guardian Force is wipin' their butts clean," Dangerous muttered with warrior satisfaction.
"Dragons to the frontlines, alright," he quietly enthused. The winged serpent beasts, some with their riders, some without, some shifters, some not--their prism-colored scales flashing majestically beneath the strong sun--they dived like squads of attacking eagles decimating the AI-machine built dragon replicants. A whole sky full of them.
Pieces and parts polluted the air, littered the ground--a strange confetti. Teams of Peakites immediately collected the fake dragon debris while the Medicine Practitioners attended to anyone wounded. Not many. Thank the Precious Wolf Spirit.
"What a show. What a glorious show." Dangerous pumped his fist fast and high.
"What are you celebrating?" Kymbra's soft yet, sword-penetrating voice owned him.
Yeah, penetrating alright...his cock twitched. Time to swallow down more of his inhibiting elixir.
"We're winning the air battle."
"Wolf Peak Territory is like an independent country. Lot of folks don't like that. The deepstate and beyond want us utterly destroyed."
"A white hat country," she mused. Her gaze had him under a damn microscope. "Your own air force?...your own space force, in fact...dammit, what's going on here?...and where's my gun? I want to fight."
Her gaze was so sparkling, so fierce, Dangerous was transfixed for long instants.
"We gotta get you fully healed, Kymbra..."
"Yeah, yeah. Do you know how long, how frustrated, raging frustrated I've been..." she jerked in a large breath, "because I can't physically fight them, get rid of those liberal new world creeps--those creepazoids who are brutally genociding humanity. Right now." She glared, a ferocious sight for damn certain. Kymbra's whole body vibrated, a goddess on the warpath.
"Why don't I bring a target screen and a practice gun while you're healing..."
want to kill evil rattlesnakes." She hit the side of the bed with her
fist, impressively. "I want to take out the yellow-bellied dirtbags."
Her breaths earth-quaked in and out.
waited for her breaths to calm, to become less explosive. "No problem,
darlin'. We'll make it happen. It'll just take some time."
"Guess I've got a new lease on time." Reason took over, her raw emotion only on simmer. "Also, I want one of those sci-fi pistols like Melishza showed me."
"Why not...darlin'. Any weapon you can handle. You can be armed to the teeth, Kymbra."
"Btw, if your borders are being attacked how is the baby formula being delivered?"
Standing, Dangerous approached his brainy-babe warrioress. Yeah, his. He might just need double shots of the temporary-eunuch elixir. "Razor and his un-merry band of outlaw bikers, he answered. "They know all of the hidden routes. And his wife is very psychic--sees a way where there is no way."
She considered his words, her forehead scrunched. "Well, that's a good thing...that makes me happy."
"Happiness," he drawled. "Here in the Peak, to quote: ALL SENTIENT BEINGS are created equal in the Sight of the Divine, that they are endowed by the One Great Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness."
Dangerous didn't like the fact that Kymbra imperceptibly shrank from him. He knew why. But it still didn't settle with him. "You know, sweetheart, you have that psi-ability."
she admitted, while crossing her arms against him. "Back off, Danger
Man, I'm feeling crotchety...the crabby elder." Her frown warned him.
Seriously warned him.
"Crotchety," he crooned. The Wolf Gods, he liked it when she called him 'Danger Man.'
"I'm feeling particularly dangerous," he twanged, leaning toward her.
She aimed a pretend kick at his crotch with her good leg.
Dramatically, he twisted
away. Putting on his bad-boy grin, Dangerous loomed above her. He placed
his hands on either side of her head as if he intended to kiss her. "I like a cantankerous filly."
"Gonna have fun breaking me," she dared.
She couldn't have stud-tempted him more. "Isn't International Kissing Day coming up soon?" he sexily taunted."I could start there...breakin' my cantankerous filly."
"This is crazy," she spat out. "I'm old...a cranky elder...damn cranky. Get it."
"How about I take you to our Midsummer Blaze Hop? It's a pagan cosmic-fertility event, loved by many."
"No thanks," she knifed with her voice.
"Sun, outdoor fun...lots of time for kissin'."
"No." Kymbra sliced him like steak.
A steam-hot silence lengthened between them. Until...
"You will pardon my untimely interruption," the familiar feminine voice spoke. "I have a gift for the elder from Dante and Kitty. It is approved by the Quirkomon, of course."
"Lhyzaia," Dangerous greeted one of Kitty's personal cat-shifter assistants. "All is well at the Command Center, I trust."
remain triumphant in all battles. Dante wished me to tell you he is
impressed with your victory over the AI-rattler breach of our border."
"I will speak my respect to Dante soon." Dangerous eyed the heaping mound of ice cream scoops, topped with fruits, and nestled between banana halves.
"Elder Kymbra." Lhyzia presented the sparkling crystal bowl on an ornate silver tray. "This is an original recipe from the times of ancient Atlantis, the tropical Poseidon Empire, as you might recall."
A glimmer of memory filled mind--for an instant.
FROM THE WOLF PEAK FAMILY, WE HOPE YOU HAD A GLORIOUS INDEPENDENCE DAY. FREEDOM RINGS FOREVER!
To be continued... hopefully.
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~