Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Nude Super Dude to the Rescue

Tuesday, lunar eclipse howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. I’m worn to a frazzle, so without further adieu...

Nude Super Dude to the Rescue

White Fang loped up the steep rocky ground, feeling the power of his wolfen body. The lunar eclipse energies fired his blood, and as he ran, he let his thoughts wander.

These days his thoughts rarely strayed far from Pasha. Yet, discipline took over, and White Fang tuned into the source energies around him. Nature always spoke. Scents on the wind. The rustling of the other creatures. Trees singing to one another. The vibrations of the Mother herself.

White Fang gathered it all in.

He’d been careful to remain out of Shere Khan’s territory so he could race wild and free. Still, the night wind faintly carried the potent tang of the Tiger Yakuza.

Once White Fang reached the top of the ridge, he slowed, weaving through a long patch of large sharp rocks. The sweet hot scent of a rabbit blasted inside his nostrils. With his hunting instinct aroused, and his curiosity as well, White Fang trotted in that direction.

Indolently stretched out on a boulder, Bad Biker Bunny, or Bart as he was known around Talbot’s Peak, regarded him. Unconcerned that he stuck out like a sore thumb to any predator in the area, he soaked in the moon’s rays, his white coat gleaming brightly.

We got trouble, he telepathed without preamble.

Yeah? White Fang sniffed as he padded toward the white rabbit, satisfying his wolfen hunger for the moment.

Spitting-into-the-wind bastard is about to be werewolf cuisine. With a confident twitch of his ears, Bart morphed to his human form. He grinned carelessly. “Delectable, ain’t I?"

White Fang gave a vigorous shake, then shifted to human. “Not now,” he answered. “What’s the scoop?”

“The MF pissed off Veronica and her gal pals at the movie theater a couple of hours ago. Heard he guffawed all the way through “Twilight.” They’re stalking him now. The puffed-up shithead is enjoin’ the lunar eclipse at the clearing closest to town. Oh yeah, he invited any real werewolves to join him.”

Despite the obvious save-the-day emergency, White Fang shook his head in disgust. As a plan formed, he asked, “How about playing the hero?”

“Bad Bunny to the rescue. Sure. What do you have in mind, Alien Wolfman?”

White Fang mind-sent his plan, and when Bart gave a curt nod, he took several steps back. “Nude Super Dude to the rescue,” he quipped. “Yeah, no cape to step on this time.”

With a quick grin, White Fang increased his frequency. His feet lifted from the forest floor. “You will keep my secret?” he dead-panned his expression for his own amusement, and to watch the rabbit shifter’s reaction.

For a split second Bart’s eyes bulged in surprise. But only for a split second. “No problem, nude super dude. Got a few secrets of my own.”

Spinning upward, above the treetops, White Fang flashed toward the clearing. Before his mind’s eye, he watched Veronica and her three gal pals surround the now terrified human.

The brainless wonder brandished his night-vision glasses and his camcorder at the snarling circle of werewolves. With snapping fangs, they took turns darting at him, then retreating.

His screams for help might as well have been spitting into the wind for all the good it did him. With hideous growls, the bitch werewolves tightened their circle. Relishing the fear of their prey, they menaced him, their eyes glowing blood-red.

Intent on tormenting her kill, Veronica snaked her neck. As her fangs sliced through his jeans, and scraped his flesh, Mr. Pain-in-the-ass threw his camcorder at her head. It bounced off like a rubber ball.

One of the other werewolves snatched it out of the air, crunched it once, then tossed it aside. Screaming his lungs out, the human pounded his night-vision glasses on Veronica’s head as she mouthed his calf.

Having waited for this very moment, White Fang dived downward. Wrapping his arm around the paralyzed, about-to-pass-out human, he streaked upward. Seconds later, White Fang landed on the backwoods trail Bart had ridden down on his way to the boulder.

Sure enough, the Biker waited. Partly concealed by a large tree trunk, he sat astride his Harley.

Swinging him around, White Fang gripped the yuppie dude’s shoulders and gave a good shake. “You all right, mister? That was a close call.”

His glassy eyes circled as he attempted to focus. “Wha... what? Who are you?”

While he waited for recognition to dawn, White Fang steadied the pee-and-feces stinky human. “We met at O’Malley’s bar. Remember?”

“O’Malley? Who the hell is that?” Slumping forward, the shocked-out-of-his-mind yuppie grabbed hold of White Fang’s forearms.

“The werewolf bar. You came in for a beer. Riled some folks.”

“Yeah, I remember now. Get your shit hands off me.”

White Fang let go, and had the satisfaction of watching the idiot human stumble backward. He managed to stay standing, his sudden fury the reason.

“What was that shit? Payback by you and some of your friends dressed up like werewolves? I’m calling the cops.”

“Hey, you don’t look so good, mister.” White Fang stepped forward, offering his hand. Now covered in fur, his hand changed into a paw. “Need some help getting back to town?”

Absolutely frozen, his jaw hanging, yuppie dude stared. “It’s a trick, right,” he garbled out.

“A friendly piece of advice, mister.” White Fang let his wolf coat emerge. “You better have that leg looked at. If the skin is broken you could be infected. You know, on the next full moon, a good quality steel cage --“

With a hoarse shriek, Mr. Yuppie whirled around. Not surprisingly, his feet tangled, and he nearly fell to his knees. Catching himself, he scrambled forward pumping his legs like uneven pistons. As he tried to get traction on the dirt trail, White Fang shifted to full wolf.

Lunging, White Fang sank his fangs into butt meat, and left large bruises before he let go. At the same moment, Bart roared into view.

“Jump on back!’ Bart hollered, and slid to a stop.

Smiling wickedly to himself, White Fang gave chase.

Happy Lunar Eclipse Shapeshifting


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


Serena Shay said...

LOL...Our traveling Yuppie has been quite the naughty boy while visiting our fair town...thankfully he probably won't be back!

Whew, if Pasha weren't a fearful foe, many of the gals in Talbot's Peak would be making a play for their friendly Nude Super Dude!

Great post, Savanna Positive vibe of healing coming at ya to combat the frazzles!

Pat C. said...

Yes! The world needs more naked superheroes! I'll bet Lamar would love to be rescued ...

I'm starting to wonder just what percentage of the TP population is human, and what percentage of that percentage knows what the other percentage is. I also should probably not abbreviate Talbot's Peak as "TP" again. Somebody's bound to make jokes.

I'ts humor week on the blog! Another goodie, Sav.

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, he is such a naughty boy. One wonders if he's learned anything, though... except Talbot's Peak isn't his kind of town.

Yeah, since White Fang was out running for the positive eclipse vibes... hey, it's not like he always carries clothes around.

Pasha has her seductive claws sunk deep, just the way Nude Super Dude likes them. ~wink~

Savanna Kougar said...

I have to agree. The world does need more naked superheroes. Jamie might not be too happy if Lamar sets himself up to be 'rescued', though.

That would be an interesting... how many are human... how many are waking up to the weirdness... I mean, it has to be more and more obvious who is really running things in TP, and running around... yeah, not the best abbreviation... except for humor, or if you want your head bit off. ~smiles~

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, thanks for positive vibes. Right back at ya!