Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Warrioress Raises the Slicing Scimitar -- Spring 2023



Howls, Yowls, Growls and 'No Scowls or Big Scowls' ShapeShifter Lovers!

First Spring Moon of the year 2020.... - Heavenly Witches | Facebook


In this darkening and brightening world I sometimes feel lost in the constant chaos. Yes, wishing I could make an instant escape into my fictional world, Wolf Peak Territory.

Plus, I am thoroughly frustrated because I don't have a workable setup to write my books... deep sighs... All good thoughts and prayers are welcome. As I offer to you as well, during this major max-crossroads in planetary history/herstory. 


 Spring equinox

Beloved Earth Blooms ... Time to Smell the Sacred Flowers ...

 The Fae Queen Rides Upon the Rare Wolf of Heart-Wild Freedom

 Wolf Songs Celebrating Springtime in Wolf Peak Territory

 Cernunnos Walks With the Guardian Wolves of the Peak

What is Cernunnos the god of?
Cernunnos was an ancient Celtic god who represented nature, flora and fauna, and fertility. He is frequently depicted in Celtic art wearing stag antlers or horns and usually a torc around his neck.Mar 1, 2021-- "search engine"

Breeze-kissed Goddess weaves a bold spell of vital life force for ALL

 Spirit-Free to Live, Love and Breathe in the Beauty of Mother Nature... what could be superior?

 The Shapeshifter Mountain Lion Babies Abound Greeting Spring... playing and cuddling with everyone.

 Protecting Wolf Peak, the Immortal Viking Warriors Flash Their Sun-Powered Blades

 Once Again, She Runs With the Wolves, With Every Supernatural Being, With all the Humans who live in the Peak... she is beloved by ALL.!d

 Meeting Her Big Bad-ass Wolf in the Deep Forest... he is her shapeshifter lover and patrols the Peak's hidden lands...

 The Stag Gods Roam Throughout the Peak Bringing Good Bounty, Nature's Plenty ... that is the real wealth of the Universe...

 A Divine Deva, She Cares For the Birds -- Tiniest to the Ancient Thunderbirds

 Bringing the Plasma-Fierce Sun ... All enemies of Earth Are Destroyed... Hallelujah! 

Spring Has Sprung, the Gorgeous Awakening is HERE, Arise. Take Back the Goodness of Life, Liberty, and Happiness...

Spring Goddess Painting by Solveig Katrin 

 Shine On! Ancient One From Atlantis...

Lugh sometimes known as the 'Shinning One'. A sun god of the Tuatha De ...

 Tartarian Princess, Alive and Well in Wolf Peak.. She teaches true history to the Children

 New Warrioress Arrives From an Antediluvian World still Living and Thriving in Antarctica... yes, beneath the ice inside the huge, volcano-warmed caverns...

 Shapeshifter Angel Wolves Create God's Magical Spring Rainbows For the Children... Above their Peak Playgrounds

A Rose Fae Seeding the lands with pink Lovely Blooming Roses... Heavenly!

At Home in Wolf Peak, Another Ruthless Warrior Protects and Champions Freedom... he is looking for his lifelong mate...

 Springtime Joy, Every Family is Priceless and Always Cherished

 Mountain Lion Queen, She Who Savage Stalks Enemy Infiltrators... they never win against her, her Guardian Squad.

Lady of the Serene Springtime Waters... Time to Renew Mind, Body, Heart, Soul and Spirit.

 Beginning Spring, the Golden Majestic Kiss of the Sun Ruler... Cosmically Nourishing, Loving Mother Earth, and all of her Life Beings

Young Werewolf Shifter, euphoric in the emergence of the greening forest... his Guardian pack is essential to patrolling the Peak borderland.

 Heart Afire. Springtime Dancing Over the Incomparable Beauty of a Blooming Meadow

 Wych Beauty and the Hulking Wolf Beast... one zap from her finger and he's crashing-down for the count... however he has been summoned by the Peak's Witch Council to protect her.

 Once upon a time, in the Ancient of Ancient Days, When Life was Marvelous, When Happiness Reigned, When Springtime Was Eternal

 The Sheer Wild Splendor of Life in Wolf Peak Territory

 Take a Long Stroll in the Sweet-Smelling Power and Love of Nature's Super Healing Frequencies

He has Travelled From a Feline World to Assist the Wolf Peak Community in Saving the Good Sentient Beings of Earth from the Darkside... for, We Are Truly Sacred... 

 Spring Equinox

 Delighting in a Field of Daisies ... pushing up daisies does not happen for those living in Wolf Peak...

The Kougar Alive and Untamed in Wolf Peak Territory

Mountain Lion Painting by Jurek Zamoyski

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar 


Wednesday, March 15, 2023

Sultry Rabbit She Who Sings



Howls, Yowls, Growls and 'No Scowls or Big Scowls' ShapeShifter Lovers!  

Yes, the 2023 Rise of the Regal Alluring Rabbit is here. Bring forth your vast and fast-hopping Bunny Powers. Run, Rabbit, run beyond the hellscape toward a bright and happy future.

Sultry Rabbit She Who Sings

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION


NOTE: Internet out for 5 days.

But yep, I'm behind the times as usual, way behind the times... just too many obstacles to overcome each day. And likely true for most of us brave souls on Mother Earth nowadays. 

Plus, blogger has been frustrating-hell to deal with -- yeeowwwss!... looking for other options.










 Alert, Alert... with Easter on the way SAVE the precious chickens, SAVE their beautiful eggs... time to SAVE ourselves from the idiotic, food-depriving establishment...

So, a story idea struck like a bolt out of the blue, as it often does, creating even more WIPs... yeah, out the proverbial wazoo.


 She Who Sultry Sings

Kashmere Silky 


Drukus Zhanzibar


Spaceport on the Tenth Sector Moon


Rogue Commander Drukus Zhanzibar swept his gaze over the carnally rambunctious crowd.  Inside the spaceport's Drinkery, he shouldered his way through the throng pretending to search for his Hyuggag, a local female hired for sexual companionship.

In a few star blinks, he'd docked his Fleet Cruiser, easily accomplished on the small yet highly efficient spaceport. Towering above one of the system's outlier moons -- once an ancient pock-marked exploratory craft itself -- the tenth sector moon served those flaunting the despotic rule of the Nraquarr.   

Like an unruly child it was mostly ignored by the galactic regime. Currently.

With well-practiced ease, Drukus slipped the paper tab beneath the sticky thumb of an eel-like humanoid with purple skin. He'd turned out to be a valuable ally in the Resistance.   

Covert-encoded with info, common paper had become optimal. It was rarely detected by Nraquarr tech  Also, if observed by the Infiltrator Cyborgs, they would already have been intercepted, apprehension attempted.

Drukus strode for the bar, a pathway opening for him. Three levels high, circling the large interior, the Drinkery's extensive bar, and the all-worlds snackery, served a variety of renegade species as well as familiar customers.

Announcing a dancer's performance, the surrounding music heightened -- a sensual fiery spiral that caught his attention. Druckus spun on his heel. Exceptionally beautiful women were always featured. 

He slapped away a tentacle crawling up his leather-clad thigh. Hell no, toward his crotch. A Polypus female no doubt. The ocean-born race was notoriously over-sexed. 

Without looking Druckus gave a dismissive wave of his hand, ending the unwanted encounter. As if inside a tractor beam, totally mesmerized, he gazed upward at the woman atop the translucent, out-of-reach platform.

Glorious swinging hair, a long flow of red shine he wanted to rule with his hands. She undulated, slow, erotic, bewitching -- her dainty shoulders seeming to invite his caresses.

Small in stature, beautifully supple, with a cuddly curvaceous figure -- damn the hyper-rushing stars -- desire spiked through him. Hard.  Primitive need erupted like a volcanic planetoid. 

His cock straightened, a warrior's spear. Hell's den, now an obelisk to the Mighty One. 

This, despite the libido inhibitor he'd ingested, despite his formidable will. Despite his fierce allegiance to battling, ultimately defeating the draconian Nraquarr. 

Ridiculously entranced, yet survival switched on. Using his psi strength, Druckus penetrated the first layer of the humanoid-rabbit woman's energy matrix. 

No dangers to himself detected. No other male claimed her.  

Druckus rejoiced, a man on the hunt for his mate. 

Yet, she held some lofty position, one of true power. Not wanting to intrude more than necessary, Druckus didn't pursue a deeper scan. 

Given Rabbit Kashmere was treasured, highly protected -- as were all the women performers --   Druckus triggered his covert smarts. Now to find and access her precise location, a difficult task.

Rabbit Kashmere sings... 
Who Do You Love 

Written by Savanna Kougar 

Using the model of The Doors song: 
Who Do You Love

He rocketed through fiery comets
Red searing suns for phaser guns. 
Found an asteroid mountainside.
Made a castle out of old dragon hides 
New crystal spheres spin atop
Blazed alive by nebula stars 
Come on, my jewel, take a flight with me,
Tell me who do you love?

Who do you love, now?
Who do you love, now?
Who do you love, my jewel?
I say: who now, who do you love?
Rebellious ship and a savage mind 
A wild-ass warrior I demand winning 
Sail on the celestial sea with laser whips
Come on, my jewel, give me your boldest lips.

Who do you love, now?
Who do you love?
Who do you love, my lady?
I said: who, my jewel, who do you love? 
Deep space is black, the planets shine, 
Into the widening trade portal I fly   
Glitched on a whirl but still streamed,
You should have heard the tunnel scream.

Do you love me, my lady?
Do you love her, oh yeah
Do you love me, my jewel?
Do you love it, oh yeah
Oh Yeeaah...

Deep space is black, the planets shine,
Well, who, my lady, who do you love?
What do you love, now?

Love, love, love me, my jewel.
Love, love, love me, my lady.

We're gonna have an untamed romp tonight, right?
All right, all right.

Her steps quick, light, Kashmere Silky hurried toward her costume cubicle. The corrider faintly hummed with the spaceport's hidden surveillance. No one else moved about, her workmates remaining at the Drinkery.  

"Goddess Be Cosmic, I adore dancing." Kashmere shook her hair enjoying the satiny slide against her skin.Kashme  

Unhibited, moving to the music only as she spirit-desired -- yes! freely, no bounds to her artistic and seductive expression. 

And free from predatory males.

Long ago, Kashmere had chosen to save her soul. She'd abandoned her luxurious priveleged life, escaping to this rebellion outpost. To dance as she pleased -- where the danger of being forced into a Nraquarr harem remained small.

Giving her body a shimmy-shake, Kashmere focused on the warning tingles that still traveled through her. Safe in this moment, she assessed, tuned in. The warrior-type male's lust had been an avalanche, blanketing her...wanting her. Potent.,h_953,q_75,strp/jessica_rabbit_cosplay_by_platypa_d94wyt0-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9OTUzIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZjQwNjg5ZjYtMmYyMy00MDY4LTk5NjctMTZiN2QzMTBkZGVmXC9kOTR3eXQwLWEzM2ZiOWQ3LTk2MjktNDljOC1hY2RjLTJhYmQ4NWM0Y2Q1MC5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.BiDIKxKJv_iXMOKVyOQ8AU6o8QuU_MboxZEluI-NEfA

With a touch of her fingertips the panel-like door opened. A waft of heather rose greeted Kashmere. Smuggled to the tenth sector moon, it was a scent she favored from her home world. And paid a bit of a fortune for.

On auto the door sealed shut. Kashmere kicked off her tall glimmer-red shoes. The utility robot placed them in their sanitizing compartment, followed by her sleek fiery-red gown.

Slipping inside the mirrored stall, she clicked on the Refresher. A cloud of mist enveloped Kashmere cleansing every inch of her. 

Looking forward to getting sleepy-cozy in her domicile on a high mountain field, Kashmere donned simple travel gear-- form-fitting tan pants, a long-sleeved matching shirt, and dark leather hiking boots.

Not bothering with cosmetics, Kashmere ran her fingers through her slightly mussed tresses. She grabbed her travel bag, palmed on the absentee security unit, then headed out the auto-sliding door. 

Sniffing the air, Kashmere halted at a male odor, slight, unidentifiable. Probably one of the maintenance crew tending to the long corridor that lead to the station section where her one-seat flyer waited.  

The spaceport was immaculately cared for, one of several reasons she'd made the outlier moon her temporary home. A comfortable enough existence alright. Hardship was not her thing. But truth, liberty for All owned her heart. 

Kashmere slung the travel bag over her shoulder. On alert, she cautiously moved through the softly illuminated tunnel. Large enough for floater-train loads of cargo, there was only silence now -- the crews on a break or utilizing other passages within the wagon-wheel immense structure.

An eerie hiss ... Kashmere whipped around. In that lightning-charged instant a man's over-large hand gripped her upper arm hauling her close. 

Stark chiselled features, taut burnished skin, a dominating gaze... his tiger-gold eyes glittered, feverish, hungry with passion.

Icy fierce, her blood. Kashmere didn't bother struggling. 

Obviously, the extra tall, powerfully built male had devised a way to intercept her -- to defeat the crack security team. 

"My jewel, I am Commander Drukus Zhanzibar." 

His words, raw seductive smoke, were spoken in in universal galactic. For a slow moment Kashmere coolly regarded him. 

"I am not your fantasy."

 She watched her message penetrate, then turned to leave.

 "We'll see about that." 

 One muscular arm captured her waist. The bag dropped to her feet. With a swift twist of the man's body, Kashmere found herself hard-pressed against the metallic tunnel wall.

Overwhelmed, stunned by his sheer strength, by his proud virility -- an untamed thrill blasted through her. Before Kashmere knew it, his kiss claimed lips, herforceful, incredible, magically seductive...   

His mouth did not let go of hers. Unwilling to shock-zap him yet, she didn't fight.

 Kashmere Silky on her homeworld...

 To be continued... hopefully...


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar