Shiftus Interruptus

We’ll get back to the modeling story at a later date. Here, for your Labor Day enjoyment, is a scene I can’t recall ever reading in a shapeshifter novel. Enjoy.

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Slowly Callisto removed her bra, then her lacy panties. She stood before Andrew, clad only in shadow and the faint strips of light from the window. He caught his breath. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

She draped herself across the bed, her legs spread wide. “Come and get it, Studly.”

He needed no further urging. Tearing at his belt and fly, he practically dove on top of her. He crushed his mouth to hers and demanded all she had. Callisto met his assault with her own hungry response. Their tongues wrestled while their hands raced greedily over each other’s nude bodies.

Already hard, Andrew dipped his fingers into Callisto’s well and found her ready and eager. He swirled his tongue around her straining nipple while his finger traced a similar path around her clit. Callisto thrust her hips at him in a desperate search of the ultimate prize.

“I should make you wait,” he teased her. “But first … ” He thrust two fingers into her pussy.

Callisto let out a lusty cry that abruptly dropped two octaves. Fur sprouted between the fingers of the hand clamped to her breast.

“Oh shit,” Andrew moaned. “Not again.”

He dove off the bed, bare inches ahead of her sudden transformation. Callisto’s cry morphed into a full-throated bawl as her body morphed into something else. Something crushingly huge. She reached after her lover with a wide paw tipped with vicious claws.

Still bawling, she rolled over. The bed frame creaked and collapsed.

The grizzly bear sat up and surveyed the damage. Her frustrated roar shook the window.

A little yip distracted her. She swept her tiny ursine eyes around the room and finally found the terrified red fox scrunched under the dresser. She leaned toward him and whimpered a question.

The fox crawled out and shook himself. They stared at each other. The fox sat. The bear slumped amid the wreckage of the bed and whined dejectedly.

After several calming breaths the fox managed to shift himself back into Andrew. He approached the bear and stroked her fur. “Well,” he said. “That was … interesting.”

It took almost ten minutes of gentle petting and crooning on Andrew’s part before Callisto calmed enough to regain her human shape. Her face started crumpling before her muzzle fully receded. “I’m so sorry. I thought this time … ”

“Shhh. It’s okay.” Andrew kissed the remains of her muzzle. “We’ll wait a bit. Try again. Maybe have a couple of drinks. Alcohol’s supposed to be a depressant.” He kicked a piece of the bed frame aside. “Find another room. Hope Dante’s got insurance.”

“I hate this!” Callisto sobbed. “I want to, I really do. But as soon as I get really into it, the adrenaline kicks in and I … shit.” She punched the pillow. “Mama warned me about this. It’s a species thing. We never really got over mating in bear form.”

Andrew grinned. “So I bring out the animal in you?”

“It isn’t funny.” She snorted. “So now what?”

“We could try those drinks. Or herbal tea or something. Give each other hand jobs. Maybe that’ll take the edge off. Or I could hump you in your bear form. That sounds like fun.”

Callisto eyed him sourly. “I’d crush you.”

“But what a way to go.”

She smacked him on the shoulder. Andrew almost tumbled off the remains of the bed. “Let’s try the tea,” Callisto decided. “I knew I should have taken those meditation classes. They worked for my sister.”

“You sure that wasn’t the um, recreational herbs?”

“At this point, I’ll try anything. I know the bunnies chew some kind of leaf. If anything, they’re even jumpier than bears.”

“Or … ” Andrew slid his arm around her broad shoulders. “We could just sit here and cuddle. See what happens.”

“There’s that.” Callisto nuzzled his hair. “I love you. My little foxy fucker.”

Andrew leaned into her arms. “My big tough teddy bear.”

Obviously a Montana Girl, Born and Bred

Mid-July howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Hope summertime is treating you well. Given I'm still recovering from some health issues, I wasn't up to writing an action scene with my tigress shapeshifter, Kytaira, and her black tiger man, Zurroc.

So... here's a little flash scene I came up that was inspired by the picture above.
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Obviously a Montana Girl, Born and Bred

Kerrigan sighed down to her cramping toes. For the last five years, she'd had a real good time partying, and experiencing the high life.

She played hard, a sweet-fierce whirl of laughter and witty conversations with friends, with the most fascinating people -- all while dining on superb exotic cuisines and drinking splendid wines.

Kerrigan also worked hard, and hadn't lost her head or her soul. She'd watched many of the other models lose themselves in the dark world of drugs, endless dieting, destructive controlling men, then bottomless despair.

She'd always offered a helping hand where she could. Being a shapeshifter, she did own an advantage most of them didn't. There were other shifters in the biz, and some had lost their way. In most situation, though, Kerrigan had known how to contact their kin or kind.

Her life as a below-the-radar fashion model -- as in 'no' she wasn't a super model -- not only paid the bills, but she'd socked a good portion of her earnings away for that rainy day when she decided to move on to the next phase of her life.

The time had come, and Kerrigan well knew it. She'd become restless of late, needing to shift more often, and run free over whatever expanse of land she could find. Not always the smartest move.

She'd escaped by a tail hair once from a pack of wild dogs. She grimaced, remembering, since her face couldn't be observed. Kick hell in the butt, trapped by animal control or shot by the urban park police wasn't her idea of a good time, either.

This gig at the car expo was her last. Everything had been finalized with her manager, and she was due to disappear on an eco getaway.

Only an hour to go, Kerrigan encouraged herself, while wishing she could do more than wiggle her achy toes.  She'd always honored her contracts, but now a ferocious itch to launch off the side of the car, to make a run for it, gripped her...

Oh, to throw caution to the wind... just leave... she felt the man's appreciative gaze more keenly than usual. Like a damn laser pointing her out. Or on her, as if she'd been sighted by a hunting rifle.

Kerrigan also glimpsed his high-end cowboy boots that were on the edge of ostentatious, but would serve him well in the harshest ranch conditions. 'My what big feet you have,' she mentally sang, amusing herself.

Men were not on her life's menu yet. She had plans to explore the ancient sites of the world, the ones humans still knew nothing about.

Kerrigan waited for him to either move on, or saunter over and give the car, and her, the once over. Instead, he remained rooted to the spot.

He stood in a group of other polished expensive cowboy boots. Very well used to this kind sexual scrutiny, Kerrigan figured she'd just let it slide off her human hide. But, race for the hills, his scent was certainly potent and manly enough.

It could be he'd mistaken her for a high-priced hooker, and was pondering on how to make her an offer she wouldn't refuse. That had happened more than once. Though, the sudden appearance of her fangs, her curled lip... well, that warning had been enough to chase off the most determined guy.

Some of the models did sell themselves in that market. Not at this gig -- one reason Kerrigan had decided to make it her swan song. 

"Obviously a Montana girl, born and bred."

The man's 'wide open as the sky' timbre commanded the immediate area, and rolled over her skin like a possessive caress.

Damn his big ole hide! Was she going to have to fight herself, and show him fang? Kerrigan had hoped to make a quick, like the fox she was, exit.

His boots finally moved, toward her, of course. Kerrigan swallowed girding herself for first contact.

He could do all the talking while she would have to stay still and mute, the perfect decoration for the posh black shiny auto.

Watching his boots, Kerrigan swallowed the acre of drought inside her throat. She'd have to endure, waiting for Nalinda, the model agency coordinator, to rescue her.

He didn't bother eyeing the ultra expensive machine. Not a pretense. The man halted his footsteps directly before her, his presence imposing as the Montana mountains Kerrigan was familiar with, and loved exploring whenever she visited Talbot's Peak.

But, sheesh! When had luck deserted her? At least, he didn't appear to be in any hurry to inflict a one-liner on her like 'do you come with the car?'

"Kerrigan, I thought that was you."

What the...? She didn't recognize his voice, or his smell... or his big feet. Kerrigan's gaze nearly flew to him, but years of discipline kept her statue-still. The strain of that damn well hurt her face.

Kerrigan clenched her jaw, staring at his oak-tree thighs encased in the fine wool of his suit -- the color of rich coffee. How many minutes did she have left?

Where was Nalinda? And, how did he know her when she didn't know him?

For moments, her mind raced with the same primitive panic that she'd felt escaping the wild dog pack. Although... reason came her aid... he could know her from model agency photos.

"Tell you what, beautiful darlin', I'll just mosey on along for now. Once you've clocked out, we'll get to know each other."

Kerrigan's stomach did flip-flops, then tightened into a knot. What?! Like freakin', effing hell she'd get to know him.

As if he'd sensed her thoughts, and the steam beginning to build inside her, the man hesitated. "Your father sent me to find you, Kerrigan. Little situation back home. Now, nothin' to get in a serious twist over."

If her dad had sent him, then it had to be critically important. He didn't approve of her chosen lifestyle, and they'd lost contact over the years.

The man's scent told her his words were the truth. Oh, tail flips! Now, she'd have to meet with him. Find out what... worry seized her like the jaws of a hungry werewolf.

"Twenty-five minutes. I'll be waitin', foxfire darlin'," he gravelly spoke for her ears only.

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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance