Sixes Wild: Long Tongue of the Law
#1 of Sixes Wild
A bunny gunslinger has a secret rendezvous... ; )
Sixes Wild: Long Tongue of the Law
by Tempe "Tempo" O'Kun
I am spreading my wings a bit with this one. Here's an enchanting tale of the Old West. Have fun, folks!
It's a land of rust, lust, and gold dust. For a hare with a quick wit and quicker paws, life in the West is survivable, but never easy. Especially when the one thing this gunslinger wants is something just out of reach, something that slips through your fingers like dust in the wind.
I breezed through the doors. They swung behind my thin body, casting light around my pair of Colt revolvers. My long ears twitched.
A pony trail-hand looked my way over his beer. Then he downed it. Wind swirled in after me; he probably didn't want his drink getting dusty.
Silence crackled through the saloon. I gave the crowd the weary but dangerous look I had worked so hard on. Folk looked back at their business and even got back to talking. The trail hand continued to watch me. I purchased a double and bought into the poker game. I'm a wiry little thing, not the big bruisers you normally think of. In this modern age of powder and lead, however, a pair of quick paws beat a full house of roughs. The most of hares could get ahead in the world if they put more stock in their speed than their fear.
The bartender leaned in toward his equine patron. He thought he was whispering, but I heard every word. "They call 'im Six Shooter. I hear tell he can go off half a dozen times in a few minutes."
The equine gestured for a refill. "That don't sound too impressive, barkeep."
"Didn't nobody say he used his guns."
At that very moment, I turned to sneer. The pony choked on his beer. Tenderhoof.
I had considered crushing that rumor. One of the local "entertainers" had started it the second time I'd left town for good. It was a lie; I'd never shared so much as a wink with that Siamese liftskirt, but it was a useful lie. Better for both of us that people thought I'd been enticed by her charms, since we both had reputations to cultivate.Â
I rolled and lit a cigarette, then took the first of my shots. They dealt me in. After not ten minutes, I had some fool wolf taking issue with my run of luck.
"Gimme mah money, ya lousy lago!"
My paws slipped to the cold of my iron. I made no move toward the crumpled bills. "Why don'tcha take it?"
The bartender slipped back for something important in the store room. The rest of the room watched with care, moving like they were under water. Tenderhoof just watched us eagerly. No doubt this was more excitement than the farm.
I leaned back in my chair. I'd have a better angle if he got stupid. Wolves did, as least when it comes to what they think is theirs.
He reached for the money.
I planted the heel of my boot on it.
The lupine growled. "Don't toy with me, bunny." His thick paw gripped my leg.
I swung in my other boot, connecting with his face. The hard leather warped his face for an instant, smeared a little like a fine painting.
The wolf yelped in pain, and I became suddenly aware of three Bowie knives being drawn at the next table. Shit. He wasn't alone.
The first wolf bared some white at me. A few drops of blood trailed from his lip, staining the gray fur beneath it.
As I contemplated how not to die at this particular moment, I felt a soft tap at my shoulder.
Now, hares are unused to folk sneaking up behind them unheard, so I regret to say I lost my head for a moment and jerked around. My eyes ran level with something shiny. A silver star gleamed against a dark leather vest. I heard the wolves make their move. I made a wish.
I drew.
The sheriff kicked me in the chest.
I remembered why I like him. My head kept its appointment with the floor, I watched my cigarette fly away and a few of the dollar bills drop from the table. A whisper of leather and the crack of a shot. My eyes closed. I felt splinters spray against my fur. I let my bunny instincts freeze me. Another shot. Splinters against the other side of my face. Then a breath of quiet.
I opened my eyes. The sheriff stared down at me. A flying fox, a fruit bat to the most of folk, built almost as scrawny as me. His legs were on either side of me, too far forward for me to kick him in the mailbag. I could see the black empty of his barrel. A steady look and steadier paws. "Get up."
Two years back and my ears would have been ringing from that much gunfire, but even a hare'll go a little deaf out here on the threadbare edge of things. I got up slowly. My head hurt. The room seemed liable to pitch me sideways at any moment. The floor smelled like cow shit, beer, and fresh-cut wood.
Sheriff Jordan Blake pressed his gun to my heart. That hurt somewhat. He smiled quite charmingly. "Didn't know you were coming back to town, Six."
"Missed the fine company." I was taller than the sheriff, taller than most folk. I didn't like what I saw over his shoulder.
The wolves had collected behind the one I'd kicked. They muttered and growled, fondling their blades. Bigger claws: that was all the modern day meant to them. They must have caught the blood in the air because their fangs were out. The kicked poker player even drooled a bit, eyeing my throat.
"You'd better let us have the bunny, sheriff."
"You don't want him." The sheriff's thin hand tightened on the pistol, his thumb pulling back the hammer. The gun eased off my chest. "Scrawny little thing like that wouldn't even give you ten minutes of distraction." His eyes met mine for an instant. My mouth felt dry. I kept my paws in the air.
"He's ours, sheriff." A larger wolf this time. Likely their alpha. "He cheated us."
"Did he? Judging by that poker table, it seems like he left you a gift to apologize."
All but one of the wolves turned to look. I could have dropped them all, right there, but the sheriff was what mattered.
While the wolves mulled over the going price of their honor, the sheriff pressed his advantage. "Barkeep?"
"Yes?" The mutt slipped back out from the store room. Tenderhoof stared in fascination, nursing a beer he had long since drained.
"Buy these fine lupines a round. Take it out of that nice big pile a' money they've got." Sheriff Jordan Blake a nod toward the door. I kept my paws in the air and walked without a fuss.
The large wolf watched me being lead out of the saloon, but took the shot glass of red-eye handed his way. With luck, he'd get drunk enough to forget me, or at least my scent, but then I've got all the luck of a one-legged mule.
* * * * *
The cell door clattered shut, iron bars ringing. Evening now, and the office floor was cast in stripes of amber light. Sheriff Blake set the keys on his desk, knowing better than to leave them on his belt. Unlike the wolves, he'd seen my paws in action.
I stuck my head through the bars. "You're keeping me locked up?" I sounded pleasingly tragic. "Not even a trial?"
"For your own safety. Those wolves aren't in town long; you'll be out in a few days."
"More's the pity. I'll never get their money back." I tucked the few bills that had fallen from the table a little deeper into my pocket.
Blake stepped closer to the bars. I could have grabbed his gun and he knew it. He was practically daring me. "Six, you're a damn fool."
"Ya didn't have to go shooting up the the bar floor. Hurt mah poor little ears." I lowered them.
"Awww. These little critters?" He took my ears in his paws. "Well, that I cannot abide."
He gave them a soft stroke and I hummed pleasurably. Not all hares like it when their ears are mussed with, but I certainly do. In this case especially. After a few moments, he took his tongue after them, slipping along the pinker insides and trailing through my thin fur on the sides. An interesting feeling to be sure.
"While we're musing on shouldn't a' dones..." One thin paw stroked my chest, slipping between the buttons of my shirt and into my second softest fur. "You cheated that fella."
"I've got quick paws, Sheriff. Figured it'd be the surest way of gettin' your attention."
"You're just the damnedest thing. You and your paws." He lifted and kissed them.
I smiled wide.
He gave me a concerned smile. "You oughta just play things straight, follow the rules now and again. I think those wolves meant you some harm."
"What have I got to lose?"
He slipped a paw through the bars, settling it on my waist. "Six... I..."
I watched him wrestle with words.
The flying foxy was right adorable when he blushed. "I'd miss having you to lock up."
"Oh? What would you miss about it?" I put my paw over his and moved it to my stomach. "This maybe?" I moved it to my chest. "Certainly not this."
Blake laughed nervously. He nuzzled against my neck. His fur grew shorter than mine; it was a wonder he always felt so warm. I slipped my paws through the bars, stroking down his wings. He gasped. They were sensitive. I smiled.
The flying fox nuzzled lower, tickling my fur though my shirt and leathers, past my chest to my stomach. I brushed my pawpads along his ears. Like a horse's, but more delicate. He hated when I said that.
Before long, he reached my britches. His thin muzzle brushed against my crotch, rubbin' at me through the fabric.
I shuddered. My life had been a dry spell lately, but he wetted things down. He always did. I felt heat kick up like a furnace. On his knees now, he unbuckled my belt and worked it down, exposing my private fur. He gave me that proud little look he always does, then slipped his muzzle against my slit. His nosepad felt cold against my nether lips and I twitched hard. I had to grab onto the bars with one paw to steady myself. His long tongue wriggled forth and sought out the tenderest parts of my girl bits.
His tongue dove into my folds, tracing along every surface, places I never thought twice about before I met him. I hitched one leg up against the cell cot, letting him get deeper. Then he did it.
His thin muzzle jostled and twisted and wiggled its way inside me. I squeaked in surprise. He'd only done that once before and he'd warned me that time. Now he was a clear three inches into my passage. He pulled back a little ways, his fur tickling its way back out. His lips pressed to mine in a sort of kiss. His slender tongue went wild.
I lost it. My womanly passage clenched down on him. He huffed in surprise, breathing a little air into my sopping girly bits. I moaned out loud and leaned forward, gripping the bars and his soft headfur.
He sputtered and pulled back, coughing a bit. My juices had drenched the dark fur of his face.
My breath found me again. "Oh Jordan..."
Panting, he looked up at me. "Coulda given me some warnin'..."
"Would've if I could've." I sat down in front of him, Indian style. "You're too good at that. Sure you don't have another gal on the side?"
Blake glared a little. "Yeah. All the bunnies who cheat at poker, matter of fact."
I pitched my head a little, letting my ears do that thing I knew drove him crazy. "Just letting me off with a tongue lashing?"
He eyed me like a fox would the last chicken in the shed. Brookin' no further delay he stumbled to the desk, grabbed the keys and some clean blankets. His paws were shaking. The only time they weren't steady as stone. I took the blankets so he could use both paws. A metal clack. The sheriff staggered inside, half-drunk from me; I grinned at the bulge in his trousers.
I had his pants open before he even relocked the cell door.
He tossed the blankets on the cot and picked me up. He was strong for a little bat. Always surprised me. I wrapped my hindpaws around his middle. Our gunbelts ground together as he adjusted me on his hips. He found my opening and sunk in. I squeaked again, wriggling at the fullness.
We got down to business, rutting away like wild horses. I grasped at his back. The leather vest bunched up under my paws. He backed me against the cell wall and rode me steady. His dark fur shone like polished wood in the evening light.
I adored the feel of him. Soft wings all around me, holding me safe against the world.
The front door creaked.
We drew iron. Half a second and there were three pistols trained on the doorway. Impressive, since he had to switch paws to keep holding me.
Old Mrs. Bonneville turned heel and decided to come back another time.
I holstered and gripped his back, keeping his other weapon firmly holstered 'twixt my lady parts. "Thought you got that lock fixed."
"Had every intention." He thrusted up into me, his wings shivering a bit. His eyes gleamed. "Then you stole my horse."
"Mmmm... You're a much better ride." I kissed the smooth fur of his cheek. I whispered: "...Jordan?"
He looked up at me with that pitiable look boys get when they're distracted from plowing ya.
We breathed hard. I clasped my paws behind his neck. "Say it."
His hips still bounced me. My ammunition jiggled in its pouch. I felt him so deep inside me.
"Six..." He almost stopped.
A decent ways infuriated, I rode against him, jostling as far as I could along his length. "I didn't say mean it; I said say it!" I bit down on his shoulder. We rutted harder.
"Ahh! I..." He gasped as I gripped down on him. "I... luhhh-- Oh god... I-I love you, Six."
Rolling against each other, well practiced, well oiled. We rode that train as if it would take us out of this wretch of a town, as if we were free and there were someplace to go. I leaned over. We slipped onto the cot. He took me hard, jostling even my flat breasts. Quite an achievement. Then the tongue came out again, tracing around my panting lips. I went off like a stick of dynamite.
He swathed me in his velvet wings. I fingered the scar I'd given him. A lack of fuzz and the slightest bump. The doc had done a fine job of patching him up after I shot him. Speaking of shots, he must have gotten off too since I felt a mess of something thick and sticky inside. I moaned as he kept himself buried in me. Jordan grunted softly, whispering tender blasphemes.
He gave me what I wanted, so it was only fair I did the same. As the sun sank through the bars on the window, I pulled him dear and close. My muzzle slipped to his ear. Soft words aren't valued from somebody like me. My voice was never the sweetest, even before I'd ruined it with liquor and smoke and long days in the dry dusty air. But Jordan never seemed to mind. We laid there on the cot and, in a voice I used for nobody else, I sang for him.
There you have it, my first original story! Please, let me know what you think. :)