The Black Stallion Versus the Yakuza Tiger

Tuesday, Almost Full Moon, yowls and howls, shapeshifter lovers.

Some good news on the author front. I'm about to *finally* finish my WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ Hopefully that will happen in the next couple of days. Then, it will be all about editing and revision. That could take some time since my word count is around 90,000.

So, today's flash scene follows Pat's scene from yesterday. I, and my muse, couldn't pass up the challenge of giving Ravi some very well deserved punishment.

Further note: The hero, Zoronado, and his heroine, Sharla, star in these two previous flash scenes.
Zoronado, Black Stallion Shapeshifter & Plastic rapier in hand, she approached the door.
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The Black Stallion Versus the Yakuza Tiger

Sharla gripped the black stallion with her thighs as he leaped into a gallop, a rocking stride that felt all too delicious. While she appreciated his gentle manner, especially since she rode bareback, Sharla craved Zoronado's racing speed beneath her.

So far, on their few outings, the stallion shapeshifter had merely tested her ability as a rider, and schooled her on how to handle him. Sharla wanted more. Wildly, fiercely desired so much more.

Leaning forward, she shouted against the wind, "You can do better than this."

Zoronado's ear flicked back, and he gathered himself, increasing the length and swiftness of his stride. The scenic forest trail they enjoyed was so well traveled, it had been cleared of snow.

'Your chiding tone, my beloved, is heard.'

Sharla laughed happily at Zoronado's oh-so gallant manner with her. It had taken time to understand this was his natural way of being. That his seductive role as her Zorro lover at the Pleasure Club -- while a role -- had not been out of character for him.

With the icy wind stinging her cheeks, Sharla leaned over his neck so her face was shielded. Zoronado's silky thick mane slapped her face instead, and Sharla soared with the sensation of being astride him.

The furious scream of a horse in pain caused Sharla to pull back on the reins before she thought. Zoronado had already abruptly slowed, and now halted in his tracks.

Sharla stared in disbelief at the sight before her. In the distance, a crazed horse and rider barreled toward them. Zoronado danced to the side of the trail in an obvious move to protect her.

As they pounded closer, Sharla could see the lathered horse also foamed at the mouth. She had no trouble seeing his eyes, enormous with fright and rage.

"Omygawd." Everything inside her wanted to help, wanted to stop the cruelty she witnessed. But how?

'Dismount, my Sharla. I will attend to this barbarian.'

Before Zoronado finished speaking, Sharla launched off his back. Automatically, she moved backward, and pressed against the tall pine tree closest to her.

After shaking his bridle off, Zoronado charged forward with amazing power, his hindquarters driving him. With her breath lodged in her throat, Sharla watched the scene unfold, and reflexively gripped the hilt of his sword.

Caught between worrying and silently cheering Zoronado on, she waded through the snow, following after him. Gaining the trail, Sharla grabbed breaths, and watched her magnificent black stallion gallop straight toward the horse and rider as if they played a game of 'chicken'.

About to scream, Sharla slammed her mouth shut. The freaked-out horse jumped to the side, and in the same instant, Zoronado snaked his neck. Whoever the rider was, his whip viciously lashed out at her black stallion's head.

"No!" Sharla shouted furiously, as she ran.

But she could have saved her breath. Zoronado clamped down on the man's upper arm, and lifted him straight up before flinging him off his horse, and into a deep bank of snow.

Wheeling around, her black stallion lowered his head. With his ears flattened and his teeth bared, he moved to attack.

Seeing the man suddenly morph into a deadly tiger, Sharla halted. In shock, she let the scream surging up her throat have its way. The shrillness echoed through the wintry air.

With split-second speed, wicked claws sliced at Zoronado, missing his jugular vein by mere inches. He whirled, his back hooves flying. Thud...thud...thud! Against the tiger's jaw. Against the beast's shoulder blade. Then a direct hit on his ribcage.

Rolling, the tiger leaped to his feet, pure snarling fury. The striped beast charged, all rippling muscle and terrible power. On instinct, Sharla drew the blade out of its scabbard, even as she watched the tiger launch for Zoronado's back, its jaws open, ready to snap shut.

Before her mind's eyes, Sharla saw the killing grip of his fangs. "No," burst out of her, and became mist.

Twisting and bucking, Zoronado positioned himself so the enormous beast landed harmlessly against his side. The impact threw the tiger a few feet away.

In the following minutes of horror, Sharla stood helplessly, watching the savage fight take place. With the whirling snow spray, and the incredible speed of the battle, she couldn't tell who was winning.

Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she leaned on the sword as if it was a crutch. Another moment later, everything stopped. The striped beast lay on the trail, dead to the world, but not dead -- his breath steamed from his nostrils.

With his sides heaving, Zoronado walked toward her. The horse, a gray -- now that she could see his color instead of lather -- followed behind him.

The sight of blood streaking his coat had Sharla running to meet her brave and daring black stallion. "Oh gawd, you're not hurt seriously, are you? Please...please, tell me you're not. That you're okay."

'Mere flesh wounds.'

Despite the jaunty tone of his mind-speak, Sharla heard Zoronado's exhaustion. She circled him, inspecting his hide closely.

"Flesh wounds?" she demanded, then gently smoothed her hands over a long jagged tear. Her unreliable healing ability kicked in, and his hide seamed together.

"Come on." Sharla took hold of his mane. "Let's get both of you home and taken care of."

'I must insist that you mount me, most beloved. It is too far for you to walk.'

"Insist all you want, I'm walking." Sharla glanced over her shoulder to make certain the gray still followed them. Looking haggard, but determined the horse kept pace with them.

Recalling Zoronado's words, she bent toward his ear, whispering, "If you insist, I will mount you...later."
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

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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