Sixes Wild 2: The Overlook
#22 of Sixes Wild
There she lays, smiling, naked as a jaybird and armed to the teeth.
Sixes Wild: The Overlook by Tempe O'Kun
The first official promo for Sixes Wild 2! Enjoy!
On the wing in the desert wind, I squint against the glaring sun. Frilly panties flutter in my pocket.
I flutter to land above the ruined mine, sun clinging to the membranes of my wings. Heat shimmers off the bare-stone mountainside. Picking my way through the rocks, I slip into the shadow of an outcropping and turn to take in the view. Far below, the town, my town lays out like toy models, complete with a gaudy-painted wagon rumbling out into the desert.
From the shade behind me, a voice--smokey and amused: "'Bout time you got here."
I draw the bloomers from my pocket and, stepping into the cool of the shade, hand them over in the least scandalous manner possible. "This your idea of an invitation?"
"Reckon they got the point across." The desert hare takes the garment from my hind paw, setting them aside as she lays back down. "Ah am a mite disappointed ya didn't show up in 'em."
"Is that what a pair of bloomers on my desk means?"
"Point was they weren't on me." Her paws flick down her vest, unbuttoning.
I crossed my wings, waiting as my eyes adjusted to the dark. "And you stole from that snake oil dealer, didn't you?"
"Aww, Sheriff, you know ah'd never sully mah hands robbin' some common swindler." She kicks one boot off, then the other.
"You're laying next to his strongbox!"
"That? That's a product a' pure, honest thieving--not robbery." The bunny slips her socks down in two graceful motions. "Besides, he brews his stock from tobacco juice and bottom-shelf whiskey. Even I wouldn't drink the stuff."
"You can't just loot the wagon of every passing charlatan."
"Just for you, Blake, ah'll fix to loot other things." One deft paw undoes her belt, whipping it off with a sharp crack and a sharper grin.
"I have have half a mind to arrest-- Are you...disrobing?"
"Ah'll stop if you're set on arresting me." Hare fingers dance down her fly before she shimmies those slim hips free of her trousers. Her fur shines in the evening sun, naked from the gunbelt down.
I stammer, coming as undone as her outfit.
She giggles, drawing her hat off those long, delicate ears. "Aww, lawbat. Way you stare, you'd think my clothes'd never excused themselves from our presence before." Propped between two rocks beside her, a wine bottle sat half-empty.
I close my eyes a moment, trying to remain focused. "So you not only stole his money, you took his half bottle of wine."
"It started out a full bottle, but you took half the day gettin' here so I thought I'd try it." The bunny, near to naked and basking in the heat, nods in the direction of the evidence. "You ever open one of those with a bowie knife? Had to drink half the thing to get rid of the cork."
"You are the height of chivalry."
"Like a knight in armor." With deft coordination, she removes her vest, exposing the subtle curve of her breasts. There she lays, smiling, naked as a jaybird and armed to the teeth. "No lawbat a' mine's chokin' on cork chunks."
I sit beside her with a sigh.
She touches my leg, studying my face.
Putting my wing on her paw, I give her a smile meant to reassure.
Her confidence falters, her free arm covering her chest as she glances anywhere but at me. "You'll have to forgive a bun for being thin on practice, but I was seducin' you just now."
"I noticed." I grip her paws with care, lifting her into my wings. For a time, we sit like that in the shade of the outcropping, my wings around her nude form.
Hare fur tickles my wing membranes as she ducks her head a little. "I can put my clothes back on. Was just tryin' to get a rise out of you."
"Oh you did." I shift my hips, trying to ignore the tightness of my pants. "Believe me."
She chuckles into my shoulder. "Hotter 'an blazes anyhow. We can wait until sundown." Desert air sets a sway to the dry grass that clings to the side of this cave. Her gaze flicks down toward sunlight and what passes for civilization. "Unless you got official sheriffin' to do."
I squeeze her tighter. "I'm where I need to be."
Her voice breezes soft and hot, like the desert air. "So we can compromise on you holdin' me?"
I nod. She turns to lay against my chest, still under my wings. We sit, hiding from the heat, breathing each other's scent. The sun dips lower, stretching out the shadows and creeping into our refuge.
"Six...you know I think you're grand." I settle my chin in the crook of her shoulder. "I've even been willing to overlook some occasional larceny. But, as far as I've seen, you don't need the money. What's your plan? What do you want out of life?"
Her ears rise with mischief. "A burrow under the whole a' the West. Filled with gold." She nuzzles the inside of my elbow in a most distracting manner.
"The truth, Six."
She blinks, turning to look me straight on. Lightning crackles in those stormy blue eyes. "What'd you want me to say? That I want to settle down on a little farm with you and wear frilly dresses?"
"I see no reason that we can't live to a ripe old age wearing trousers together."
She looks about to say something, then swallows it. Her ears drop, draping over my wings.
"This isn't about dresses. Or thieving. And I don't want you barefoot in the kitchen. This is about you dying alone in the desert because you finally annoyed somebody you couldn't outrun." Cold dread grips my heart. "And me never finding out."
Silent, she tugs my wings closer around her. Moments pass as the sun kisses the horizon. "Ah never considered you worryin'..."
I give her a chance to consider, then soften my voice. "Are you coming to town over and over waiting for something I'm not doing?"
"No!" She turns to me again, ears pinned back with surprise.
"Then what is it?"
"I don't rightly know." The bunny squirms, trying to escape the topic.
"I'm not saying I don't want you--I'm saying I want you enough to be a bit selfish."
Her paw brushes my cheek, looking in my eyes. "Is what we've got really so bad?"
"Yes." I take a deep breath, my chest and my stiffness pressing against her. "Just tell me the truth."
A sigh and she closes her eyes. I see the little muscles of her ears and face work as she ponders instead of just talking. At last, her naked body slumps against mine, gunbelt jabbing me. "Ah... Ah'll think on it, Jordan. You got my word."
"Thank you." I kiss her cheek.
Her eyes glint the amber light, her forehead touching mine. "Yer lucky you're pretty." I get the distinct impression she's forgiven me.
I am a fool after all--my beautiful lady friend throws herself at me, naked, and I ruin the moment by talking. Granted, if she'd gotten my pants off any faster, we wouldn't have this problem.
I let my wings trail along her stomach, her fur warmed even as the air cools somehow soft and coarse at the same time. My eyes wander from the pink of her nethers to the pink of her nose. "Could I say you were beautiful without getting slugged or shot at?"
She smirks, but I can see her ears redden. "I guess that would depend on where your lips were when you said it, lawbat."
I press my lips to her collarbone. "You're beautiful."
She gasps.
Her neck. "You're beautiful."
She groans.
Her ear. "You're beautiful..."
Our lips meet. The wine's lingering spirit leaves her tasting like exotic fruit.
My wing digits stroke through her fur, my palms cupping the delicate curves of her bosom. I play with the tender flesh of her nipples. The kiss deepens as I curl my tongue around hers.
She giggles backward. Sunset swims across her face. Her fingers tease under my vest, then unclipping my suspenders. They and my vest soon join her clothes on the floor of the small cave. Her touch paints my wings with soft-furred affection.
A blush creeps under my fur, as I let this lovely hare reacquaint herself with my body. I spread my wings, every inch of me welcoming her touch. The sun's final rays set my wings aglow, casting us in ambers richer than even the evening.
Those skilled paws unbutton my fly, then dive inside to my straining shaft, furred fingers caressing my sensitive tip. They dance swift as shadows up and down my shaft. Kneeling further, she tugs me out into the fading light. The cooling air contrasts with the warm reception I'm getting. She kisses the soft folds of flesh where my sheath has pulled back. Those big blue bunny eyes glance up at me. "Missed me, huh?"
I cradle her cheek ruff. "In so many ways."
Her ample ears pin back with happiness. With a titter of delight, she plants a kiss right on the tip of my glans.
My body shivers, a faint pulse of fluid traveling my length to her lips.
The bunny eases back, the faintest gossamer string of precum connecting her smile to my erection. She lays back on her bedroll, hooking her toes atop my pants and slipping them down. Legs spreading, her hands trace long her gunbelt. "Wanna help me outta this?"
Stroking her muscled thighs, I uncinch the buckle, slipping free the dusty leather. With an arch of her back, I set her silver-clad iron aside with care, turning my attention to the unclad bunny before me. My kisses start at her lips, that velvet nose twitching in anticipation. Then on to her nipples, stiffening pink delights in her creamy fur. Then down her soft stomach to her softer folds, her legs tensing as my tongue delves into the deepest kiss yet.
A halo of twilight flares through her fur as she writhes in pleasure. Her heels scribble slow patterns of delight into the gravel. Her slit burns with damp desire against my mouth. Those slim hips rise from the bedroll, fluffed tail brushing my chin.
I hum into her. My tongue swirls within her, collecting the taste of her delicate nectar. Eager wings stroke her stomach. An even more eager appendage throbs beneath me, bobbing in time with my licks.
Somehow, I'm still wearing my hat, which she squashes over my ears with a squeak of passion. Her muscles wring my every lap. A hot clitoris bumps me in the nose.
Moving up, I suckle that tender nub.
A gasp of surprise. She shivers, toes wiggling against my wings. Her grip tightens, pressing me into the jerking bucks of her hips.
My tongue dances along her walls, my lips worship her swollen labia, prolonging her muted climax. Her fluids soak my muzzle, leaving it sticky. My tongue starts to tire; polite bat society would lament at how out of practice I am.
Six seems not to mind, panting and limp, her heartbeat pulsing against my mouth.
I sit up, doffing my dented hat and extricating myself from the trousers riding up under my sac. Crawling atop her, I grip her shoulders, tracing one wing thumb across her cheek.
A paw on my back draws me into a tender kiss. She opens those bedroom eyes, giving me a look of dreamy longing.
Not one to refuse such a lovely lady, I reach down, dragging my member through the luxurious fur of her midriff and into the slick, yielding flesh of her slit. My hips ease forward, entering her with a single, unsteady stroke. Pressing into her, I feel a heat purer than the desert, with a moisture it could never know. I always forget how wonderful she feels. Her silken walls part, slick with passion and slackened with pleasure. Her passage welcomes me with teasing clenches, hips trembling upward as I press a moan from her body.
We work up a rhythm, gravel crunching under her bedroll. She strokes the fur at the nape of my neck, urging me to thrust faster. That poofy bunny tail bounces up at my sac. She bucks up at me, whispering for more.
I ride her hard, trying to bury every thought of tomorrow in the slick immediacy of her passage. We clutch together on the bedroll. I thrust atop her, inside her. The bunny squirms on my girth, whimpering in joy. We move as one, basking in the wonder of each other's flesh.
One paw grips the scruff of my neck, the other rubbing her nub against my plunging shaft. The bunny yelps in ecstasy, muffled by my shoulder. Her passage clutches, fluttering along my length.
I redouble my efforts, my sac slapping against the wet fur of her crotch. As she comes down from her climax, I feel her gripping my shoulders. Her smile lights the twilight, shining pure desire my way. The familiar rush of pleasure, too long denied, surges up me. With my last thought before orgasm, I slam hard into her. My balls jump, throbbing thick bat seed up my shaft. Spurt upon spurt jets into her, spraying her quivering walls. The slick feel of my cream rushes over the head of my penis, painting the hare's tunnel with fresh passion.
Six wiggles, simpering in giddiness as I pump her full of fruit bat essence. Her long legs hook over my back, her body rocking, squishing our juices between my still-spurting member and her squeezing walls. Her own orgasm tapers off, but the hare seems quite pleased about my reaching my peak.
As the final trembles of my orgasm shudder into her, I collapse. Her body wrapped around me, her scent everywhere, I bury my face in the fur of her throat. My breaths come easy and deep. Aftershocks leave us twitching against each other for some time.
We lay there, soaked in satisfaction and steeped in each other, until night finishes stealing the day's heat and starts on our own. Keeping me in her arms, she rolls sideways and tugs the bedroll around us. I slip out in the process, spreading our juices along her thighs. The tall bunny holds me close, her body atop mine. "I missed you too, Jordan."
My lips meet hers in a warm kiss as we secure the bedroll around ourselves. Starlight shines in her eyes, setting my soul ablaze. Whatever else comes along, I know I care about her and that she cares about me. I stroke her back in the cold night. I could ask her to stay, but she won't. She could ask me to follow, but I can't. So instead, we lay soaked in the heat of each other's bodies, holding each other close enough to forget being lonesome.
I've been a busy dog of late, so I figured I'd better get you guys a new story. Thanks to Slate for his great pic, which left me no choice but to write this story. (I especially like the sepia tones he added to it.) Sixes Wild 2 is mostly outlined, with a couple chapters of additional text. The Code Drop novel comes first, though!
Anyway, let me know if you liked it! : )
Art: Slatedragon
Edits: Slatedragon, Anakuro
Proofs: TheFunkyOne, carlminez
~Tempo