Showing posts with label Little Johnny shifter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Johnny shifter. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2013

Summer Freedom

“School’s out….”

“For summer!”

“School’s out…”

“Forever!”

Twin trouble one and twin trouble two, better known to their mother and Silas and Daniel took turns singing the old Alice Cooper riff as they made their way home from school.  Johnny thanked Lupa he was nearly done with this portion of his community service.  After his stunt over at the supper club months back, Dante had taken a shine to putting him through his paces.

Dish washing, garbage hauling, cleaning the bathrooms and taking all manners of crap from his fellow employees all for peanuts, but he deserved it.  He’d done the crime now he paid his time.  Somehow, Dante had gotten into his head and cleared out the delinquent trouble-maker ideas.  Johnny was damned uncertain of how he’d done it, but he had and for that he was thankful.

This was the last day of trailing the dippity duo, along with their sweetly sensitive sister home as well as his last day of school.  He’d graduated through hard work and much tutoring from the crew at the supper club.  Dante himself had instructed him/rode his ass all the way through math and for the first time in his life, Johnny had an A to go with all the effort he’d put in.  Dante had promised him a better position with better pay if he graduated and got an A in math.  He’d done it and he was stoked.

“I’m gonna grow the biggest shitt’n pumpkin you ever saw.”

“No way, my squash is gonna kick your pumpkins ass all the way up the mountain.”

“Dick face!”

“Shit breath!”

“Hey now,” Johnny growled, cringing at the language these two were spewing. “Enough with the swearing, your sister is right here.  Do you really want to teach her all that foulness?”

“Sister smister.”

“Who cares about her, she’s just a girl.”

Johnny looked over at the sweet, toe-headed little human she with a big frown on her face.  He’d always been leery of humans, but Rosie was different.  She looked at him and all the shifters in town like she could see right through them down to their animals and loved them all just the same.  She didn’t fear them.  Rosie was the ethereal being every shifter wanted to protect and coddle.  He, himself, thought of this little being as the sister he never had and it pissed him off that her biological brothers treated her so badly.

“Hey…”

“Ouch…”

Both boys complained when Johnny reached out to palm them both around the back of the neck and pointed them toward their sister.  “Apologize.  Now!”

“Sorry.”

“Geez, sorry.”

Johnny let them go and they all resumed their walk.  He might need to be around a bit this summer just to make sure these two towed the line around Rosie.

“Excuse me.”

The soft, puff of air voice accompanying the small little hand he found sliding into his nearly broke his heart.
He looked down at the big eyes looking up at him. “Yes.”  Any request she made and that would be the same answer he gave.  Play dress-up, come to tea, eat worms…yes, yes and yes.

“Do wolves eat little girls?”

“Ah…no.”  Holy Lupa, no, never ever would his wolf hurt her either physically or emotionally.

“Good, then would you help me grow a big vegetable?  Something bigger than my brothers?”

Johnny broke out in a sweat.  She really did see his wolf and she wasn’t afraid.  She wanted his help in growing a big herbie treat.  Gack!  “Sure, what would you like to grow?”  As if he had any skill in growing something green and leafy.   If she’d asked for him to bring down an elk for a juicy steak, well, he’d still need help, but that would be more along his lines.

“Anything bigger than a pumpkin or a squash.”

Huh, what the hell would that be?  This sounded like a problem for a herbie, or hey, maybe Digger.  He was all into that healthy stuff.  Plus, rumor had it he was helping Manscape with a problem similar to this.  He’d check and see what he could find out.

“Let me look into it, Miss Rosie and we’ll see what we can find.”  He squeezed her hand but held onto it the rest of the way to her home at the hotel.

Once there, Johnny watched as trouble one and two went screaming through the front doors, but Rosie still held his hand and looked up at him.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“No problem.  It’ll be fun.”

He watched her walk up the sidewalk then turn back to him and smile.

“Tea would be nice if you’d like, but I would never make you eat worms.”

Johnny couldn’t believe his legs held him as she ran up the steps and through the door.  How had she known his thoughts?  What exactly was his little human friend?
~~~

Schools out indeed!  Darling Diva is now free for the summer which means for me our annual Harry Potter week and this year, her new fascination...Dr. Who.  Not that I mind, of course, our HP event is always a pleasure and as I've found out, so is watching the doctor!  ~Whew~ Hottie alert!

If you have young ones at home this summer, enjoy your time together.  If not, squeeze in a little Who time for yourself.


Serena

Friday, December 30, 2011

Lola Longing, The Stardust Supperclub and a Stanky Wolf - (Not So) Little Johnny Strikes Again

“Shhh…”  John Lytle waved at the loud group of teens behind him.  Hell’s own licker, couldn’t the flea bait shut up for two damn minutes?

“Johnny, I don’t think this is a very good idea.”

Lola Longing, such a miss-named cat, never thought anything was a good idea.  Her folks should have tagged her with whiney priss, worry wart or buzz kill, yeah buzz kill would have been the best.  Every time their group set out for some fun, Lola got a tick in her ear the size of that ugly dog bowl fountain in the town square and tried to convince them to do something else…like bowling or the movies, blah. 

John wanted more than blah; he wanted thrills, chills and sex.  Gah, he wanted sex and even though she was feline and he canine, he wanted it with Lola.  Inexplicably, she filled his thoughts.  He’s always thought that with a few damn good shags he could make her worthy of her name and then she would be out of his system.  Thus, he’d brought her along on tonight’s adventure into the as yet unopened supperclub Dante had built into the pleasure club.

“Lo, you don’t think anything is a good idea, but trust me…this you will love.”  Johnny leaned down into her face and gazed into her sultry kitten eyes.  “Now shut up, will ya.”
 
He twisted back into position, ignoring the gasp and whimper of the beauty below.  If Lola had a claim to fame, beyond the buzz kill thing, it was her eyes.  They were forest green, with golden sparkles and small specks of chocolate brown.  They tilted ever so slightly at the outsides and had the telltale oblong shape of her cat.  She passed for human, unless you were a shifter…then she gave herself away, everyone knew her designation just by catching her eye.

The guard at the mouth of the cave that led to the back stairs inside the pleasure club was a buck.  He was ornery with a side of dumb, a winning combination in Johnny’s book and he was bored.  You could see it in his stance.  He was fascinated with his nails and ignoring everything around him.

“Markus, have you got the bait ready?”  Johnny’s friend was a beta bitch in every way possible.  He took direction, followed orders to a tee and was even a little bit in love with John, though he’d never say so.  There wasn’t a better man on the team of an up-and-coming alpha like himself.

“Sure do Johnny.”  Markus lifted the bag, high above his head and snickered as the thing moved around like a pissed off snake. 
    
“Take that thing over to the end of the incline and spray this, liberally, into the hole.  Then unzip it and let that thing out into the woods.  And for fucks sake, don’t get any on you or your staying outside.”

“Sure thing, man.”

Johnny watched the bag move, he watched Markus fiddle with the small bottle and he knew the oaf would be waiting outside.  Thank goodness there was only a squirrel in the bag; fricking snakes gave him the willies and a pissed off one would be beyond stupid to tangle with.

“Lo, come here, baby.”  He pulled Lola off to the side and watched the rest of the group move far away from Markus.

Three things happened at once.  The cap came off the bottle held by the oaf, the squirrel made a dash for freedom and Markus squirted doe piss all over his clothes.  The stink was atrocious and the look of panic on the beta bitches face was hysterical.

Johnny looked over at the suddenly eager guard and knew time was running short.  “You best run, Markus,” he laughed.  “And, may the Lupa force be with you!”

The stanky wolf man beat hell out of the area with a horny buck hot on his heels.  He wondered how long it would take Markus to remember that a wolf could take down a deer any day of the week…even a beta.

“Come on, Lo, let’s go get our dance on,” Johnny whispered, happy that he remembered to bring his favorite CD.  “Have you ever done the Horizontal Bop?”

~~~

May you stay safe, silly and electric sliding on into 2012!

Happy New Year!

Serena

Friday, December 23, 2011

Holiday Hmmmm...From the Desk of Ziva



Do you want to leave a little something for Santa under the tree this year?  Why not wrap it in candy canes…a sweet to entice both teeth and tongue.

Or, are Reindeer more to your liking?  Watch out for the horn.

Ziva clicked and paste, chuckling as she posted holiday outfits, Christmas Cheer and  (not so) Little Johnny’s take on the famed The Night Before Christmas.  Gah, but the cubs grew up fast in Talbot’s Peak.

She knew the poem would make Nick grumble and groan, but that, in fact, was why she posted some bit of silliness every year.  Nick needed to grumble and groan; to moan and growl and do all the good things that led up to releasing his alpha nature. 

Hopefully, all over her. 

With the holidays upon them, it has been far too long since either had found an acceptable release, but Ziva was out to change that…and this post to the G&B site was bound to be a start.

 ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the cave
Not a wee little creature stirred, none were that brave;
The stockings were chewed with the utmost of care,
In hopes of impressing the rest of the lair;
The cubs were all nestled in one great big pile,
While visions of kills were making them smile;
With my females coat now starting to nap,
I had just settled down for a long winters lap,
When out in the woods the beta’s did holler,
I sprang to all fours and whipped out a coller
.
Away to the entrance I loped with some speed
Remembering, thank goodness, to jump over cub pee.
The moon up above it called me by name
And whispered sweet nothings which were really quite tame,
When, what to my leery eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight yummy reindeer,
With a portly old driver, not lively or quick,
I wondered for a moment was this St. Nick?
More rapid than eagles but less speedy than pack,
 He whistled, and shouted, and lay whip down, hard upon their back;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the hills!  Above trees so massive!

Rise up your ass’ that are so excessively gas’ive”
As dry leaves did ignite, oooh, what a sight,
The fat bastard escaped without even a bite!

~better watch out little johnny, better not cry...Santa's hot on your ass and you know why!  Your friend, Z

Now, let me leave you with a Christmas Cheer to share with your herbivore friends this holiday?

·  1/2 shot Eggnog
·  1/2 shot Peppermint Schnapps

Stir it up and shoot it down. HO! HO! HO! You’ve got Christmas w/a piney twist.  **And to all you carnies out there, add a couple drops of red wine and think about the little critter you had before joining the party.**

Happy Holidays!
Ziva