Sixes Wild: Hare Trigger
#4 of Sixes Wild
Our bunny bandit returns to make up with the sheriff... ; ) ------------------------------------------ Sixes Wild: Hare Trigger by Tempe O'Kun Alright, here goes: more bat and bunny adventure. Have fun! * * * Wind whips my coat. Night air chills clear through my fur. Loose steps clatter under my boots. I knock hard, giving the street the old up-down. I reckon nobody should be out to see me at this hour. But then, a few months back I never reckoned I'd be back in this burg neither. Some minor clamoring, then I hear footsteps inside. Soft, like the fella isn't wearing boots. I find myself fingering my iron out of habit. Makes me feel better, touching them, especially the last three days. I'm not easy to rattle, but I've been feeling eyes on my back ever since I snuck back off Hayes' property. Door swings open and who do I see but Sheriff Jordan Blake, wearing long johns, a gunbelt, and not a thread more. Seeing him makes my heart beat a whole different kind of anxious. I let my ears drop and he jumps like he's been struck by lightning. "Six?" "Howdy, Sheriff." My eyes trace around the room, then down those long johns. "You alone?" "Y-yes. What are you doin' here?" "This." Before I can think better of it, my paws seize on his chest fur. I pull him into a kiss, one leg kicking the door shut after myself. No sense in making this a public event. Folk might start to talk if the good sheriff was seen associating with bunnies unknown, especially ones looking to be of the coarser sex. Before he knows what's what, I've got him pressed against the wall again. My little heart is racing, just like no time passed at all. We knock a few posters down before I pull back. Once he can breathe again, he manages to say: "Well, I... umm... Nice to see you too, ma'am." I've got him so flustered he reaches up to tip a hat that isn't there. My paws smooth the thin fabric over his chest. "Don't you go callin' me 'ma'am.'" I look up at him all playful-like, but he's already looking at me. Got a really heart-melter of a look to him too. This balls me up inside and I look back down, blushing. Standing beside the window, his eyes are right lovely in the starlight. Almost make me forget the trouble that drove me here. "What brings you through these parts?" My muzzle brushes along his long, funny one. The short fuzz there tickles me something fierce. I do my damnest not to think about the mine, but my whole body feels tight as a whip, frozen and not from the night air. "I don't care to speak on that just now." His wings wrap around me like two soft, living blankets. I am a touch surprised he is willing to let me so close them. I can't help but glance at that scar I gave him, though I resist the urge to pester him about it. For a time, we just stand there in the hall, breathing in the night. The hallway is narrow and a dying lantern on a nail is the only light. Now that I am inside, I can smell the sour tang of my own fear. I'm sure he can smell it too because he brushes down one of his fancy wing thumbs down my arm and asks all soothing: "You aren't gonna bolt on me again?" "Don't know what I can promise." My little fluff of tail bounces unbidden against his wings, rascal that it is. "'Side from the fact that I like where I'm at." "Just so long as you don't lock me in that cell again." I laugh just a little in his embrace. "I'll do my best." We stand a while longer. He shifts, sleep making him a little unsteady. "My legs are getting tired." My body is stiff and sore from worry and travel. Not being too clear on the particulars, I trace my paw down his chest in what I hope is a seductive manner. "Just what are ya suggestin' we do about that?" "Well, sitting down would be the reasonable thing." "Do ah strike you as the reasonable type?" "Not sure. You haven't struck me since I chased you down in the desert." I chuckle, knocking a paw to his shoulder. "You just watch it, lawbat. I'm liable to knock your gallery west." One little look, then I have just got to kiss him on the muzzle. "And what was that for?" "You're blushin'." He squirms just a little under me. "Ah... Umm... I'm not exactly accustomed to being in this sort of position with a lady." "You mind who you're callin' a lady, lawbat. With a pretty little muzzle like yours, I ain't convinced ah am the more womanly one in the room." I run a finger under his chin, then pull back, ears dropping at how forward I'm being. I'm suddenly real glad that Mama is five states away. He chuckles soft-like. "I've never had anybody go complimenting my muzzle before either." He nuzzles in against me. His fur brushes through mine, all light and dreamy. I haven't been nuzzled since I came back West, and never like this. This ain't no 'howdy-do' between you and your mama. This is the entire length of his narrow fox-like muzzle running on mine. I am stunned for a spell, but then figure I'd better get to returning the favor or he might think me ungrateful. I rub my bunny nose into the fur of his cheek and low and behold if his fur ain't about the softest thing ever. I've got no prior experience in this area, so I start imitatin' his movements. I drag my shorter muzzle back along his, sort of see-sawing a bit like he had done, until our nosepads touch. He stroked one of those big, velvety wings up by back, brushing my neck. I can't help but smile. He smiles too and it sets off fireworks in my bunny brain. I giggle like a swoonin' schoolgirl, but say nothing. "Come on in and sit down." He laughs just a little I sway in his wings, my nose never leavin' his. "You seem inclined to topple over." "You'd make a lady sit on the floor?" I give him a teasing look. It feels nice, freeing in a way, to be this easy with him. Damned if it doesn't feel right somehow too. "So now you're a lady?" My head rests against his wing. "I'm finding it has its advantages, time and again." "Well, I was thinking the chairs in my office, seeing as how they are a little more comfy." I glance down the hall. "That bed comfy?" This bat's a thoroughbred, so he stammers a while at my suggestion, but he doesn't protest much as I led him back there. We are inside his little room before he manages to speak again: "Well, now... if you'd asked me two months back, I couldn't have told you. 'Course that bullet you lent me convinced the doc sleeping upside down would be a bad choice." He sweeps a wing up at the rafters. The wing I didn't shoot. I look up, wondering for an instant what the devil he's on about, then I see it. One of the beams is covered in scratches. I may be unschooled, but I ain't slow: those are from him hanging by his hind claws, as bats do when they sleep. A smile runs across my muzzle as I wonder if he would ever take me up there with him. My paws slide down the insides of his wings, tracing over the membranes to the tips of his wingbones. He shivers, then watches as I slide these fancy paws of mine up the edge of his left wing, finding the thumb and leading me to the bed. Not sure what I really plan to do with him; a girl like me don't get much play. Well, any. But it feels so nice to have his body against mine. I've got a touch of the nerves by now and I fear if I stop I'll freeze up and not be able to start again. I sit down and he follows suit beside me. He's got his wings curled across his lap, his ears perked, and looks darling. I lean down and kiss him again, then rest my cheek against his, breathing soft. "Aww, see? Beds ain't so bad." "No, I guess not." His breath stirs the hair of my ear as he talks. I'm not one to get all namby-pamby over some blowhard beefer, but this pretty little fruit bat is just so sweet. His gun is digging under my ribs, so I slip my paw under his wings to undo the belt. I've got it off before I feel the reason he was covering his lap. "Hey, now!" He sounds a trifle unsteady, wiggling back from me a bit. "You're disarming a lawman!" "Feels to me like ya got plenty of iron left down there, Sheriff." I set his gunbelt on the nightstand, grip toward the bed for obvious reasons. Through the dark I see his ears drop, but he gives a little laugh. His wings come up and touch my face of either side. He moves up to kiss me, again all tender and slow. I lean down, kissing back. After a second, his tongue flicks against my lips. I can't help but chuckle at the feeling. "Ah do declare, sir, just what kind of lady do you take me for?" 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, not unlike a horse's back. 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 gaspin' 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 horse 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 my pawpads. 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 figurin' through all this, the Sheriff is whimperin' 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 anythin'. How could it? 'Til now, nobody on this side of the Mississip 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 Arbuckle's. 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 pawpads 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. "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 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 hindpaws 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 squirtin' 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. 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 gettin' 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. 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 hindpaw 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 hindpaw 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 hindpaws. 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 in my dreams 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. "Don't take this as nothin' but what it is, but I ain't done this before." "Oh." He backs that hindpaw 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, though I can feel the hint of tears at my eyes. "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 pawpad to his lips. He kisses it, then smiles. His hindpaws move up my legs, settlin' 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 pullin' off my boots, but we manage. I silently wish I don't stick 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 paw curls over his, stopping him. "Reckon I don't need to be that naked." He chuckles against my neck fur. "A gunslinger to the manner born." "Glad you understand." His tongue slips up my lips. We kiss. He traces kisses down my chin and throat... between the buttons of my shirt down my breasts and stomach... across the soft fur of my crotch-- "You're gonna lick it?!" He looked up, ears down. "Well, yes." "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." "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 the mattress as his tongue enters me. At first, it's just holding steady. My muscles clench down toward it, though he's just barely in. Then he starts to lick. Glory be, does it feel grand. Gettin' 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 my inner and outer lips, lappin' at my juices. All the while, his lips working over my vagina, 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 passage. Heat and that funny tension you get just beforehand wells up just below my belly. 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 muscles in my body goes wild. My passage ripples upward. The dark explodes into a thousand colors of pleasure as my eyes squeeze shut. "Ah! Aaah! AaaAAHHHHh!" I thrust so hard Blake's nose jabs me just above the gunbelt. My toes grip his blankets, twistin' 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 bronc. I'm panting. Sheriff's watchin' me like I might set to flopping around again. "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. 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. "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 dust against the walls. "Jordan?" "Yeah?" "I don't ask this too often, but I figure tonight's got plenty of firsts; what's one more?" "Okay." Sounding uncertain, he tightens his grip on me just a little. I can feel his breath on my neck. I press my fingers to the fur of his chest. "I think I need your help."
- * * Well, I'd say that there constitutes another chapter! What could our bunny gunslinger want? Please comment. I'd really like to know what you guys think of this new series. -Tempo