Springtime howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
My original flash scene idea had to be nixed, so here's one I hope you'll enjoy. ~~~
The Furious Filly
Kassanna screamed a whinny, lowered her head, and charged. Oh hell yeah, she scented the whoring bastard in the biker bar – as she'd been told by a girlfriend.
Fury blazed her blood. Her tail flashed as she raced along the dark forest trail toward the isolated den of iniquity.
Chad, the sleazy stud, had charmed her like a champion. But he'd chosen the wrong filly to cheat on.
Enraged past bearing, Kassanna slid to a halt when she spied the cheater's familiar motorcycle lined up with the rest of the chrome machine horses. Scenes of she and Chad speeding over the highways, her arms wrapped tightly around him, tormented her.
At the time, their fun together had been outrageous, wonderful. Love filled her life.
Now... Kassanna bucked high, and aimed her bared teeth at the bike's back tire. Chomping down, she jerked hard, pulling the motorcycle out of line.
Kassanna half-reared, knocking the bike over with her pounding hooves. STOMP, HOP, STOMP, HOP, STOMP! Mangled metal knifed the tires.
Whirling, she charged the bar's door. Fueled by rage, Kassanna spun around, and lashed out with her back hooves. The crack, the splintering of the thick wood felt more than satisfying.
"Wait!" someone shouted, someone who smelled like a wolf. "I'm opening the door."
Kassanna shrilled a whinny as she rushed inside. Blowing through her nostrils, she smelled her now ex-fiancee. Hell yeah! Hoof-stomping time. There the stud-rat fink stood in the far corner, quickly detaching himself from the floozy he'd been oozing charm all over... probably nibbling her neck, kissing her ear seductively... just like...
More fury blasted through her veins. Kassanna flattened her ears and pawed the wooden floor. Her muscles bunched, and as if she channeled a demoness, she leaped toward Chad, who was mouthing something and waving his arms like she was a maddened bull he could divert.
"Get out of the way!" someone screamed. "Shit, she's comin' through." ... "What the fuck did you do, Chad?"
Kassanna barely heard the mad scramble, the scrape of chairs and tables being dragged out of her way as she trotted like a puma on the hunt. "No, no... it ain't what it looks like. I swear. I swear, apple cheeks."
Apple cheeks! How dare the son of a sway-backed stud. Kassanna bared her teeth preparing to rip chunks out of his no-good hide.
"It's you I love," Chad pathetically cried out before launching himself among the other patrons. They deserted him as Kassanna pursued, heedless of anything in her way.
Chad crashed from chair to chair like a billiard ball. He flung himself onto a table and crawled like his ass was on fire.
Target attained. With a wicked, mental grimace, Kassanna snaked her neck and nipped his butt cheek hard. Chad hollered like a cry baby, as she crunched down on his other ass cheek. Twisting ruthlessly, Kassanna tore his denims.
Her prize, a hunk of his flesh came along with the fabric. Flinging it aside, Kassanna attacked again, leaving her teeth prints on his ass.
"Shit! Someone stop her," Chad screamed. He crawled like a sprayed cockroach onto another table top, his bare bloodied butt exposed.
"You made your bed," a growly voice philosophically tossed.
"You done her wrong," a woman's voice condemned. "Go git him, girl."
Spurred by sheer terror, Chad gained the floor and ran for the door. Kassanna had never seen him move so fast, not even in his horse form. Pursuing, she watched him stumble at the threshold as he whipped around, trying to shut the door against her. No one had bothered closing it.
Chad gave up as she smacked the door with her shoulder, before he could even get it fully closed. The bastard betrayer dashed into the darkness.
"OH MY GAWD! Shit, my bike! What did you do... you, you bitch... FUCK! You, you..ruined it." Chad neighed a scream, his shift underway.
'Yeah, buddy,' she mentally bit him, 'and I'll do it again. You ass wipe.'
With her fury subsiding, somewhat, Kassanna halted in her hoof prints. With a filly's pride, she watched the bitch-whipped stud gallop into the depths of the forest like the hounds of hell were on his hooves. Better than her hooves, she thought. She'd be a she-devil on his trail forever. Chad was one lucky son of a stud Kassanna had decided his stinging hindquarters and a headlong crashing run through the dark of night was enough punishment. For now.
"Darlin', that was the best entertainment I've had in a long, long while," a rough-hewn voice twanged behind Kassanna. "You sure are a spirited little thing, ain't you?"
Curiosity got the better of her, and Kassanna slowly spun around. The tall, lanky man dressed like a working cowboy out on the town, didn't approach. Obviously, he knew better. His stance showed he knew how to handle a distraught horse.
"Yep, that was some show. Now, don't you worry, little lady. I got enough of a bankroll to cover any damages." The man grinned wide as the open range, and nodded toward the hoof-mangled motorcycle. "Now, I ain't payin' for that, though."
Kassanna blew her breath toward him, inhaling his scent.
"Not a horse shapeshifter," he answered what she already knew.
The next instant... stunned by the level of power rolling off the stranger – strong as a raging thunderstorm – Kassanna lifted her head in alarm, and took a couple of steps back. No doubt about it, he owned a force meant to control equine races.
Even though, she sensed no immediate threat from the shaman like cowboy – no trapping frequencies aimed at her – Kassanna instinctively wanted to morph to woman. His power couldn't touch her then.
But that would have left her butt-naked. Damn!
"Smart and beautiful," he crooned, easy as a breeze blowing over prairie wildflowers. "The handle is Denver Zamora, little lady. Me and Dante are engaged in some negotiations."
Kassanna eyed him suspiciously, while wondering why she just didn't gallop off, leave Mr. More Than a Cowboy in the dust. Maybe because he wasn't trying to rope her with his sorcery.
"I was enjoyin' some of his bar's hospitality," Denver added at her bold eye. "How about joinin' me for the evening? Only dinner, good music 'n drinks. Guaranteed I can find you an outfit, darlin'."
Denver looked her over, his own eye bold but with a respect for horseflesh that impressed Kassanna. Well rootin' tootin' hell, why not give the man a show? If he liked what he saw, and she'd know if he did, then why not? No man was ever pulling the race hood over eyes again, and he had no special powers over the woman side of her.
Kassanna took her time, shifting gradually. Still as a statue, Denver stared, obviously struck by her naked assets. Yeah, even though she hadn't shown him her bare butt.
"You promised an outfit," Kassanna reminded.
Faster than a rattlesnake's strike, Denver slid out of his fancy cattleman's jacket. He held it out to her, his face taut with strain, his expression enigmatic. With an exaggerated sway of her hips, Kassanna moved to him, and took hold of the jacket.
She slipped it on quick. The well-made garment, likely tailored for the man wearing it, engulfed Kassanna, hitting below her knees.
"Not quite the fit I was lookin' for," she bantered.
"Dante's club has all sorts of clothing shops. How about we find you somethin' that fits proper?" Denver offered his arm, his manner gentlemanly but with a possessive air, like a man who truly wanted a woman.
"Kassanna is my name, Denver," she offered, following his lead back inside the bar. "Just remember I bite damn hard."
"I'm countin' on it, darlin' Kassanna," he bantered, his voice deliciously baritone. ~~~~~~
Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…
Savanna
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance
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Valentine's Day Dream Date at the Amour Afire Nightclub
Saldana
let her feminine side have free rein. Positively giddy, she admired the
red patent leather high heels then slipped her feet inside as if
performing a ritual. She bent at the waist and caressed up her leg over
the silkiest pair of stockings she'd ever owned. Gold and silver dusted,
the sheer hose accentuated the shape of her calf.
Keeping her
apprehensive thoughts at bay, Saldana straightened and gazed at her
reflection in the full length, three way mirror that had been
exquisitely crafted. Everything about her room at the Interspecies
Pleasure Club was classy in the extreme.
The alpha-wolf owner,
Dante, possessed a reputation for exceptional quality -- that is,
according to several of her new friends in Talbot's Peak. No stranger to
elegant digs, still Saldana had been wonderfully surprised.
Smiling,
reminded of times past, she'd spent an hour simply indulging in the
loveliness of her surroundings, and in dark chocolate truffles infused
with apple brandy.
Saldana stared, entranced by her reflection.
After a toss of her waist length hair, she smoothed her hand over her
hip thoroughly enjoying the satiny fabric of her evening dress. The
hot-pink number made her look like a sixties starlet yet flashier.
The
ice-pink gems of her necklace, bracelet, and droplet earrings
contrasted with her golden skin tone. Epona above, she felt
ultra-bombshell sexy -- shades of her old, high-spirited lifestyle.
"Take
my breath away," Saldana murmured, praying for a good date. On the
heels of her words, she became acutely aware of how long it had been
since she'd dressed for an evening out. Worse, for a date.
But
then, her last date some two years ago on Valentine's Day... Saldana
involuntarily shuddered. She nastily chilled down to the soles of her
high heels. Grabbing large breaths, and grabbing hold of her composure,
she steadied herself.
The nightmares still plagued her, and she still struggled to overcome being kidnapped. Or, in her case, filly-napped.
Instinctively,
Saldana bared her teeth and her inner horse ears flattened. If she ever
ran across that son of a flea-bitten nag who'd sold her to a Dr. Moreau
mad scientist -- hell on a galloping hoof, she'd rip and bloody his
hide whether in stallion or human form.
Instead of declaring his love for her, Mario had bargained away her hide to an entire group of the creepazoid psychos. She'd been drugged, crated, and shipped to their private, island of horrors -- somewhere in the Indian ocean. Saldana trembled.
"I'm safe." Saldana forced her lips to curl into a smile. "Safe," she whispered.
Determined
to enjoy the Valentine's Day Dream Date she'd won for having one of the
worst dates ever, Saldana shook off the painful memories. Using
gorgeous posters, Dante had advertized the Pleasure Club's Heart Mate
contest throughout Talbot's Peak.
The ten winners were to be
wined and dined at the newest nightclub, Amour Afire, an elegant torch
singer bar inside Dante's massive underground complex. Best of all,
Gypsy Red Wolf and her witches circle were to be the matchmakers,
conjuring up the perfect date for each winner.
How could a heart-lonely filly resist?
****
Zhor
took a quick swallow of his Koval Oat Whiskey. Glass in hand, he
strolled scoping out the lay of the land -- in this case, the layout of
the Amour Afire nightclub.
As an international security
professional, or a mercenary for hire according to his enemies, it was
second nature. It was survival.
Nose to the wind, Zhor checked
for his arranged date. Covering his action automatically -- as he would
on a mission -- Zhor tossed down another swallow.
The woman filly
who crested his neck, flashed his tail, and raged his hormones to super
stud would be walking inside the Amour Afire soon. Zhor wanted her
scent filling his nostrils.
Snort and blow, anxiousness grabbed
him by the balls. He cast another glance toward the club's entrance, a
red and black swanky affair. Given the night was still young, the
patrons filtered in, all of them dressed to Parisian fashion standards
yet with classic American glamor -- as Zhor thought of it.
He felt at ease, given his
rescue and private protection missions demanded he adapt to any
situation, be able to infiltrate any strata of society -- travel in
every social circle.
As he watched and waited, Zhor's inner
stallion shook his head, and pawed impatiently. From this day forward,
he planned on moving heaven and earth to protect Saldana, as he'd done
once before. Her sire had hired him and his balls-to-the-walls team,
pronto, the instant his daughter failed to return home as expected --
some two years past.
Zhor chafed at the bit to geld the son of a
dirty nag who'd betrayed Saldana. But he well knew the game of patience
that life often required.
As it was then, so it was now. Her
welfare remained his top priority. Ever since rescuing Saldana, Zhor
watched over her from afar -- with her father's blessings.
Now... now Epona placed destiny in his hands. All he had to do was be her dream date.
With
a gliding sensual gait, Saldana entered the nightclub. Zhor
straightened to rigid attention, boldly eyeing his gorgeous woman filly.
His stud desire galloped at full speed as she gave her golden-red mane a
toss, then swayed in his direction.
The slide of the hot pink
satin over her hips caused Zhor to nearly a gulp down his oat whiskey,
the distraction needed if he was to remain gentlemanly. Caution, he
warned himself.
Saldana's naturally high spirit had not
completely returned, but remained dampened by the ordeal she'd endured
before he could free her. Zhor scowled, immediately erasing his features
as she caught sight of him -- of the telltale pink rosebud pinned to
the lapel of his dark evening jacket.
She hesitated, but only
briefly. Assuming an air of bravado, Saldana approached. Only the slight
flare of her nostrils let him know how fragile she felt at seeing him
again.
"Zhor." She breathed out his name, a sultry note in her
voice. "You look as good in evening wear as in soldier of fortune
fatigues." Before he could speak, Saldana stepped closer, and raised her
gaze to his. "So, Gypsy Red Wolf chose you as my dream date. As I
recall..." her tone hoofed him square in the flank, "after one kiss you
rejected my advances."
"I did, mon cher." Zhor caught hold her hand, tightening his grip a bit when
she resisted. With deliberate command, he raised her soft hand to his
lips, and pressed a kiss on the indentation above her wrist. Then, he
lingered a kiss on the center of her palm.
Feeling her melt
toward him, Zhor grazed the underside of her wrist with his lips. Once
her breaths quickened, and her pulse raced, he gently lowered her hand.
"My Saldana, I did not want gratitude to blaze your passions. You must
know such affairs often burn out -- the brief flight of a shooting star.
I want much more with you."
"Do you?" she murmured a moment later.
Zhor
watched as Saldana's dark golden eyes transformed from misty desire to
sparking jewels. Her jaw firmed, and her lush lips thinned with
determination.
Amused, Zhor released her hand as she gave a strong tug. "I do, filly mine. I want a much longer ride with you."
"The
way you gallivant around the world... no." The next instant her
demeanor softened, and sadness owned her expression. "Not to say I would
want you to stop ... stop rescuing others. Never..."
"Saldana, it might interest you to know I have accepted a position with Dante. On his Security team, of course."
Confusion
knitted her brow, then something faint flickered in the depths of her
eyes only to be replaced by curiosity. "What changed? I mean... Dad,
others have relied on you, and your team for so long."
Zhor
didn't lie. He didn't need to. "The time comes when a man knows his path
has run its course, Saldana. That change is his ally." Zhor offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "How about the pleasures of champagne to begin our evening?"
Saldana
trembled before accepting his presented arm. All that mattered to Zhor
was her small arm twined with his, and she moved beside him.
"Are you so certain about changing your course?" Uncertainty rang like a bell in her voice.
"If
I may also confide, such adventure no longer calls my name." Zhor felt
his woman filly's tension ease, and knew she had accepted him at his
word.
"The team? Does Dad know?" she asked, sidling closer to him.
"Yes, your sire knows, my Saldana. The team is very much operational -- in the capable hands of my younger brother, Zherxes."
"Ah, perfect. Well then, let's see how good you are at being my dream date." Her tone challenged and teased.
Zhor's inner stallion kicked up his heels. ~~~~~~
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Wishing you romance on the wild side…
Savanna
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
