Sixes Wild: Manifest Destiny (10 page)

Before he can answer, I find his penis and give it a squeeze. He squeaks in a manner most satisfying. Through the fabric of his long johns, it feels hot and generally pleasing, though not stone hard like you’d hear in your less classy barroom tales. There’s a certain give to it, a vulnerable softness letting you know it’s just flesh, same as you. My fingers dance around the high point in the fabric as I build up my courage. By the way he’s breathing, doesn’t seem he minds.

He’s still busy gasping while I unbutton the long johns. I fish around inside for a moment, feeling the warm fuzz of his sac, then pull him out for a little look-see. It’s dark in his bedroom, so I’ve got to bend down to see much. The first thing I notice is his scent, all warm and musky. I have a bit of sympathy for the good sheriff, cuddling up to me like he did while I was in the middle of heat. I’m feeling about as flustered as he must have been, not to mention getting rather tingly and slick in my personal business.

I’ve seen the equipment under a pony and this isn’t too different. Blessedly smaller, however. Sleek little knob on the end, sort of like a saddle horn, though the neck of it is longer. It’s got a slight damp to it, especially at the tip. The shaft slides smooth under the fur of my fingers. Once I get about three-quarters of the way down the texture changes, gets a bit thicker too. This must be where it retracts to once the fella’s done with it.

Speaking of the man, while I’m figuring through all this, the sheriff is whimpering like a calf just out of teat range. Poor thing. I’ve got him in my paws now and got no clue what to do with him. Sure, I’ve lusted after a fella or two, but it’s never come to anything. How could it? ‘Til now, nobody on this side of the Mississippi knew I was a woman. Nobody alive, anyhow.

I reckon I might as well just play this out on instinct. Caution’s never got me anything but hurt. Gotta take the bull by the horns, gotta grab life—

“Ease off, Six!” He squirms and whimpers, pained. “You’re crushin’ me.”

“Sorry.” I’m glad it’s too dark to see me blush. Makes sense his parts are tender. I try to be more gentle, like I would to my own. I stroke up and down with feathery softness. Saying he relaxed wouldn’t be quite accurate, but he is seeming to enjoy it more. My ears go up, listening to him moan. Funny how when I showed up I was right played out, and now I’ve got more spark than a kettle of java. My heart’s beating against the inside of my chest. And I just can’t seem to sit in a fashion that won’t aggravate my growing fancy for something betwixt my nethers. 

He wiggles extra hard as my fingers touch his tip, so I take a moment to give them a proper twirl around the head. This particular maneuver isn’t so dissimilar from clearing the chambers of my guns, so I can do it with a fair bit of speed. I’m thankful my claws aren’t as sharp as most folks’; I’d hate to go damaging the poor lawbat just because it’s my first go. I squeeze my less public muscles at the thought of getting to do this again some time, of doing even more…

“Oh, Six…” He pants, his narrow tongue poking past his little teeth. He tries to speak further on the matter, but instead shudders, wings wrapping tight around me.

“What’s the matter, lawbat? You seem a mite distracted.” I’m mean to tease, but figure I’d better distract him or he’s liable to notice I don’t know the steps to this dance. I speed up, fiddling with that pretty pommel of his.

He squeaks. I move my other paw in and sort of squeeze at his shaft. He’s harder than when I started, the skin of his penis smoother and hotter. I lick my dry lips and kiss him, on the neck this time, since he is breathing pretty hard. I feel I ought to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, but, seeing as how I don’t know any, I just give him a little nuzzle. I feel his bare hind paws brush against my boots.

All of the sudden, his body tenses. He lets out a drawn-out squeak. His hips shift from side to side. His toes grip my boots hard. His penis starts to buck against my paws. Before I can sort out what’s next in this little rodeo, he’s squirting against my palm. It’s wet. Hot. Thick.

I’m taken aback by all this jerking and spurting, so I let go. I hear the soft patter of his cream hitting his wing membranes, each one accompanied by a desperate little eep. He flops down against me, gasping. I freeze, my whole body tense. Pretty soon, he’s done. New as it was to me, I’m a little sad to see this show end.

“Oh… Oh, Six…” He pants against my shoulder for a moment. “That was…whew…”

I’m unsure what to do with the slick seed on my palm, so I squish it between my fingers. It’s warm and squishy and smooth; like nothing I’ve touched before. The air is heavy with his musk now.

Once Blake recovers, he starts in on my ears, kissing them up and down. I’m starting to see what all this fuss is about; having a gentleman getting amorous on your ears is enough to put a hop in any bunny, even if he is a bit sticky. He eases me back against the bed. His wings stroke along my sides, making me squirm. I feel his penis graze my wrist, soft now and still wet against my fur. I want to ask him if I did it right, but he seems pretty keen on me at the moment, so I reckon I was leastwise passable.

If Mama knew what her girl was doing, I haven’t a doubt she’d march right across the Frontier, drag me back to the burrow, and see I never set a paw outside it again. Then again, maybe she’s reckon this bat’d settle me down, that I’d just hitch to his wagon and that’d be it. Sorry, Mama, that just ain’t the way of it… Did, after all, warn me about the proclivities of bunnies.

He’s on top of me now. His wing thumbs slip into the collar of my coat, feeling at the tender fur of my neck. With real gentleness, his hind paw slips one of my legs up onto the bed, paying no mind to the dust on my boot. His other one trails up my thigh, brushing against my more vulnerable regions. A chill runs through me, followed by heat. Nobody has ever touched me there. That fancy hind paw grips and slides, and now it’s my turn to whimper. His pressing and stroking is getting to feel awful nice. He’s right impressive with those hind paws. I feel the top button of my trousers come undone, then my belt buckle.

“Jordan?” The name feels natural on my tongue, like I’ve been saying it all my life instead of just these last few months.

He stops, looking down at me like I’m worth more than all the gold in California.

I try to catch my breath. My chest feels tight inside. “Don’t take this as nothin’ but what it is, but I ain’t done this before.”

“Oh.” He backs that hind paw off, bumping my nose with his. Even in the dark, I can see his soft smile. “Well, nothing says we’ve got to.” 

I can’t help but smile too. With only a tremble’s worth of caution, I curl a paw around the nape of his neck. “I’m not sayin’ we call this shindig off; just go slow.”

“Okay.” He kisses me tender on the lips. His tongue does that little flickering trick again, making me laugh outright.

“Hey, now! These lips ain’t sugar candy, lawbat.” I touch a finger to his own lips.

He kisses my fingertip, then smiles.

His hind paws move up my legs, settling on my hips. I scoot back, pulling myself further up on the bed. He finishes unfastening my belt, unfixing the buttons of my fly, and untying the leg straps of my holsters. His wings tighten on my shoulders as his toes grip the top of my pants and push them down. I lift my rear, taking the opportunity to adjust my tail. A bit harder pulling off my boots, but we manage. I silently wish I don’t stink to high heaven, but he’s soon back on top of me. My boots and trousers drop to the floor.

The good sheriff starts undoing my gunbelt.

My heart skips near on three beats. I can’t even call to mind a time when I’ve been without that gunbelt. My paw curls over his own, stopping them. “Reckon I don’t need to be that naked.”

He chuckles against my neck fur. “A gunslinger to the manner born.”

“Glad you understand.” My heart almost beats a steady rhythm again.

His tongue traces up my jawline to my lips. We kiss, and my heart flutters like crops in a stirring wind. He plants kisses back down my chin and throat…between the buttons of my shirt down my breasts and stomach…across the soft fur of my crotch—

My ears spring up. “You’re gonna lick it?!”

He looked up, ears down. “Well, yes.”

I grip great pawfuls of the bed sheets ‘til my knuckles feel cold. “I haven’t exactly had much chance for comparison. What if there’s something off about mine?”

He glances down, then back to me. “Looks just fine to me.” A wing eases onto my hip. “If a tad mussed.”

Heat rushes to my ears. “You’ve been the one rubbin’ at it!”

“Guilty as charged. Allow me to make restitution.” He plants wet kisses down the lips of my nethers. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. His breath curls over my fur.

I grip right through to the mattress as his tongue enters me. At first, he’s just holding steady. My muscles clench down toward it, though he’s just barely in. Warm. Soft. Wet. Then he starts to lick. Up and down. Glory be, does it feel grand. His tongue’s getting a wiggle on in there like he’s eager to explore every little inch. Around the walls of my passage, then back out around the front. The tip of it slips in between those inner and outer lips, lapping at my juices. All the while, his lips are working over my nether regions, his breath chilling the fire his tongue stirs up. I grind my tail against the bed to keep from bucking into his face. He pokes into me, quick and teasing. I’m gripping against him something fierce, trying to catch that rascal of a tongue. It curls up against the top of my sopping wet burrow. Heat and that funny tension are welling up just below my belly, like ya get just before ya go off…

He moves up, fanning my clit like the hammer of a Peacemaker. My hips jerk with every lick. My ears burn. My paws tense.

I squeal.

Every muscle in my body goes wild. My passage ripples in a right delicious way. I squeak and shudder like a cheap door hinge. “Ah! Aaah! AaaAAHHHHh!” I thrust so hard Blake’s nose jabs me just above the gunbelt. My toes grip his blankets, twisting them to tangles as my body flails. Even my tail twitches like mad.

I collapse back to the bed. My innards peter off bucking like a bronco. I’m panting. Sheriff’s watching me like I might set to flopping around again. He wipes his smiling mouth. “Sheesh, bunny! You always gonna be like that?”

“The heck should I know, lawbat?” My chest rises and falls. “Ya always gonna have a tornado for a tongue?” 

“I’m just a fruit bat.” The flying fox curls up beside me.

I’m still hot, but the night is cold. Breathing hard, tingly as all get out, I don’t mind so much having him next to me, even in my current state of undress and sprawling.

He brushes a wing along my breasts. I give it a playful swat. “Don’t you get presumptions. Ah am a lady, after all.”

“How could I forget?” He slips a wing over me. It feels like living velvet. “Am I permitted to call you ma’am from here in?”

“Permitted for now. You’d best take occasion; won’t be happenin’ out in public.”

“Stars forbid, ma’am.” He rubs his manly bits against my back.

I nestle back against him. “A true gentleman.”

We rest for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s arms. The night is quiet, only the sound of wind and sand against the walls.

Lawbat’s got a glass chin.

 
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The morning light seeps in through his curtains. I wake up, startled a bit by the wings around me— never woken up in a man’s embrace before. Once I get over the shock, I let go of my guns and enjoy it. He’s a right pretty bat, now that there’s light. Still asleep, his mouth’s open just a little ways, showing that pink tongue I’m getting so keen on.