Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Tigress Shapeshifter ~ ferocious to chase and attack...

New Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here's the next episode of my ongoing flash. Kytaira, my tigress shapeshifter, and Zurroc, her black tiger man, are on their way to heist the food that was denied to Oklahomans by the border guards.

Minimal violence ahead...


Tigress Shapeshifter ~ ferocious to chase and attack...

On top of the moving truck inside my invisible jet, I activate the power. "Time to rock 'n roll."

The slightest whir of sound lets me know all is performing well. "It's a go," I say to Zurroc on the jet's com system. Before leaving New York, we hooked it into the truck's radio.

"At the first sign of trouble..." My black tiger man leaves the rest of his low growly words unspoken.

"I'll set you down real soft and easy," I croon like a sassy tail.

"That's gonna cost you, tigress mine. Next time we mate."

"Only if you can catch me," I whisper, my tone pure enticement.

"Go. I don't want to be dropped in the middle of the morning rush hour," Zurroc rumbles in a deadly serious voice. Yet I hear his rampaging lust.

"Let's see what this baby can do." I speak to alleviate my concern.

The jet is at full power and I engage the frequency web. On screen I watch it weave around the moving truck until it disappears from view. "Testing...testing..."

Slowly, cautiously, I begin the jet's ascent. Within moments the truck's tires leave the street. "We have lift off," I dramatically whisper.

"My ass is feeling suspended," Zurroc drily quips.

Keeping one eye glued to my instrument panel, I get the feel of the truck's cumbersome weight. "Holding...all is well," I assure him.

Taking great care, I fly in the direction of the well lit Ambassador Bridge. Able to observe the heights of buildings easily at this slow speed, I skim over rooftops.

Midnight has come and gone. Zurroc and I decided to make our food heist once the night shift came on duty. Why scare and battle more humans than is necessary?

Before reaching the bridge, I pick up speed while monitoring the frequency web. "So far, so good," I say, then blow out the breath I've been holding.

"What about hitching a ride on top of that semi?" Zurroc rumbles, as we close in on the bridge.

I consider the idea, but something warns me off. As warrioress, I've come to trust this intuitive ping. "Do you know how much weight the top of a semi can hold?"

"No," he barks in tiger.

"I don't want to set down, then have to lift off if the top caves in," I say.

Zurroc remains silent, knowing I must focus now. I negotiate a path that leads us to the bridge, then cruise above the flow of traffic. Once I've locked in the coordinates that will take us to the other side, I integrate my psi sense with the jet's electro-magnetic system.

I realize immediately the system is straining. Although, the loss of power is minimal at this point, and doesn't register on the panel. But, damn the rhino hide!

"Rhino hide?" Zurroc softly demands, having caught the expression from our homeworld as I thought it.

"No problem now." Reluctantly, I add, "There could be later."

"Later," he growls in that tone that says it all.

I ease the jet's speed ever higher, debating with myself about the loss of power now, versus what would be gained by arriving and departing faster. I could have put the question to the ultra computer. But that would be another small drain on the system.

Soon we're outracing the traffic by a good margin. As we close in on the Canadian border, then shoot above the stopped traffic below, the tigress merges her senses with mine, and my fierce nature takes over.

Having mind-scanned the route to the warehouse complex, I quickly arrive and locate the right loading dock. Within minutes, I've descended and settled the moving truck.

To conserve power, I shut down the jet, a move I hadn't planned on making. This will slow our take off time.

"Rock 'n roll." With a twist, I leap from the jet. Landing, I see Zurroc has already leapt out, and is opening the back of the moving truck.

Racing forward, I alter the density of my body, then phase through steel. Once inside the warehouse, I whirl and quickly figure out the opening mechanism. As I raise the huge, garage-like door the surprised shouts begin.

Ignoring the commands hurled at me, the guns now aimed in my direction by three guards who run toward me military style, I take a deep breath, and initiate my shift.

The tigress roars, ferocious to chase and attack. As full tiger, with power surging, singing through my muscles, I charge the closest target.

He halts in his footsteps, frozen. His gun shakes as if it's been turned into a cheap vibrator. His eyes bulge like they've been replaced by golf balls.

I'm nearly on top of him when his brain finally gets the message through to his feet. His adrenalin kicks in, and with a strangled scream he spins, running for his life.

Badly aimed bullets pop around me as I whip around. Three guards fire, their military training obvious, even if they can't shoot straight. Shock has them in its jaws.

I bound toward them like the killer beast I am. Their eyes turn to glassy unseeing spheres just before they scatter like prey, and sprint for the exits.

I run the aisles, roaring, sniffing out the two remaining guards who attempt to hide themselves. Once I flush them out, I take swipes at their frantically pumping legs -- just for fun.

With the warehouse cleared, I listen for the silent alarm. Nothing. Why?

Yes, the cameras whir, recording everything. To kill their digital eyes, I'll have to shift first.

Scenting Zurroc's position, I race toward him, morphing as I run. He's already loading the moving truck with case after case of canned food. By the smell I realize he's found a cache of organic vegetables.

Once I've fully shifted to human form, I concentrate for several moments. Every electronic device fizzles out, dead.

Zurroc and I work side-by-side, rapidly filling the moving truck with the best food we can find on the heavily stocked shelves. We continue knowing the special ops squad -- there to guard the illegal drugs and the cartel money -- have surrounded the warehouse.

We also know the Canadian version of SWAT teams are on the way.

"The X-Files ops are coming," Zurroc informs, as he tosses a case of artichoke hearts high, so it lands on top of the stacked cases.




Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


Pat C. said...

Whoa! This reads like the novelization of an action movie. Who would play Kytaira? Better still, who would play Zurroc? Rrawr!

Rebecca Gillan said...

"My ass is feeling suspended" That phrase has so much potential for being miss-used... Great post, though! You and Pat are both on a role with the "novel writing by blog post". :)

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, I love a good action flick. Although, I'm out of the movie loop due to circumstances, so I have no clue who could portray Kytaira and Zurroc. I know what they look like before my mind's eye.

Savanna Kougar said...

Rebecca, it does, doesn't it... Kytaira breathlessly asks as they're engaged in passions, "Am I suspending your ass now?"

Serena Shay said...

Mmm...Shemar Moore(Criminal Minds) would make a delicious Zurroc and Cote de Pablo(NCIS) would make a kick ass Kytaira.

Nice job, Savanna!

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, cool, I'll have to look their pics up on the internet. ~smiles~

Savanna Kougar said...

Shemar is definitely a handsome man! Although Zurroc has longish hair.

I didn't pay attention to her name at the time, but I loved Cote de Pablo when I was watching NCIS years ago. She's adorable.