Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Zoronado, Black Stallion Shapeshifter


Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Today belongs to the planet, Venus. Yes, the 'Goddess of Love' rules.

From Volcano's Angelic Forecast ~

On the AWAKENING front, the planet, Venus, transits across the face of the Sun on June 5th. This is a landmark astronomical event, and won't occur again until the year, 2117. The last Venus transit across the sun happened in 1884.

In accordance with the AWAKENING, this rare and magnificent event is the key to the 2012 energies. Not only is the HEART activated to a higher frequency at this time, these good, good Venus vibrations bring in the full awakening of the 'feminine' in divine partnership with the 'masculine'.

Also, the portal, or the heavenly stargate now opens to dimensions beyond the imagination -- offering to everyone the full realization of humanity's potential.
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Note: Since writing this forecast I heard different dates for other Venus transits across the sun.
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Zoronado, Black Stallion Shapeshifter

The full moon blazed high in the heavens as Zoronado galloped on the trail at the base of the mountain. His blood raced furiously. Not because of his fast pace. A wild horse herd was in danger from ruthless poachers who planned to sell those they killed to a local slaughterhouse that distributed to European markets.

Earlier in the evening, Zoronado had overheard the four men's cruel plan as they wolfed down steaks and guzzled beer at the Hole In the Wall bar and grill. They'd scouted out a small herd, and knew where the horses rested for the night.

Many of the mares had foals. The stinky brutes had laughed loudly as they discussed the way they planned to ambush the entire herd with their high-powered rifles, then load the carcasses onto a semi-truck.

Zoronado had continued listening as the bastards tossed down more beer, boasting about how many women they would fuck at a nearby brothel's notorious booze party on Saturday nights.

If the four had merely been down on their luck, Zoronado would have offered assistance. But one long look at their energy fields, and he'd known they were stone-cold killers through and through.

Determined to protect the few remaining horse herds in this part of Montana, Zoronado had frequented the out-of-the-way bar. For several months now, he'd gathered up any intel he could while in his human form.

So far, he'd been able to foil several attempts to round up the horse herds by ill-informed ranchers and government agency thugs who didn't give a damn about the well-being of the herds. But wanted the under-the-table bounty on them.

With his hooves ringing on the stone trail -- intentionally to make himself a target -- Zoronado lifted his muzzle sniffing the night winds for the precise location of the brute killers. All too easily, he recognized their signature stench, and drummed his hooves toward them.

The instant he caught sight of the four unloading their rifles and night scopes from a pickup truck, parked close to the semi, Zoronado raced faster. He bugled a scream, and as the sound blasted through the clear air, he lowered his head, charging.

"What the fuck?!"

Zoronado heard ammo being loaded. He thundered toward the human beast who raised his rifle first.

"What the holy shit? What's that black devil doin'?"

Skidding to an abrupt stop, Zoronado reared and flailed his hooves, knocking away the weapon. When the man tried to run after it, Zoronado struck his chest with the flat of his hoof, sending him to the ground.

"Shoot the shit bastard!"

Wheeling on his back hooves, Zoronado launched toward the next man. In a few strides, he rammed his shoulder into the poacher's midsection. The rifle flew out of his grasp, and he cussed with pain and rage.

"Blow his fuckin' head off."

Spinning his hind end, Zoronado bucked with precision. He lashed out with his back hoof, and felt the man's jaw crack, then break. His weapon clattered on the ground.

"Kill him! Make that black devil into ground horse meat."

Whirling again, Zoronado aimed for last man's kneecap. Crunch, a direct strike. As the big brute howled in agony, Zoronado spun to face him.

The killer raised his rifle, and fired. Snaking his neck at the same time the bullet grazed his shoulder, Zoronado clamped his teeth on the man's arm, and shattered the bones in his forearm.

Letting go quick, Zoronado snatched the rifle with his teeth, and backed away. He flung his head tossing the weapon into a dense prickly thicket. On a rampage now, Zoronado seized the other three rifles in turn, flinging them into the thicket.

Seeing the glint of a hunter's knife, Zoronado screamed in fury as he charged. Before the man could fully aim and hurl the deadly blade, Zoronado was chest to chest with him. Twisting to the side as the 'pond scum' struck for his neck artery, Zoronado snapped with his teeth at the same time. He crushed the poacher's wrist.

Shrieks of pain reached his ears for a long while as Zoronado galloped away in triumph. Deep within his heart, he smiled, knowing the wild horses had been spared death this time.

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Sharla knew it was silly. In a way. Her endless erotic fantasies about Zorro.

But why not indulge herself? Finally.

She'd been assured her Zorro fantasy could be fulfilled.

Why not give herself the birthday gift she really and truly wanted? After all, the Pleasure Club was for experiencing and exploring sexual pleasure in a safe environment.

Besides, temptation shouted her name. Repeatedly. And, with an intensity Sharla could no longer resist.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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4 comments:

Serena Shay said...

Whoa...that's a whipping those rotten rustlers won't forget anytime soon! Good for Zoronado!

Oooh Sharla, you go girl! ;D

Savanna Kougar said...

lol... I knew there was a term I kept searching for in my over-tired brain... rotten rustler... rotten no-good rustlers...

I couldn't resist following Pat's lead and bringing a descendent of Zorro's horse, Toronado, to shapeshifting life.

Pat C. said...

Hmmm ... wonder who Sharla's going to run into at the Pleasure Club in next week's flash?

Yay, Zorro! I loved that show. I can still sing the whole theme song. Maybe it's because I thought Guy Williams was one hot fox, in and out of the mask.

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, I absolutely loved that TV show on Disney. But I can't sing the theme song... lol... but so absolutely, Guy Williams was one hot fox, in and out of the mask! And a master at being Diego.