Sixes Wild: Manifest Destiny
Bonus Chapter 1: Bareback
by Tempe O'Kun
Note: This story starts *the exact moment* my first *Sixes Wild* novel ends.

*I reckon all his fun parts run pink.*

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Light floods out the opening door. The sheriff strides up all doleful, wings folded, his gold-flecked eyes on the stars. 

I lay a paw on his shoulder. 

Being grabbed by shadows startles him some. Goes for his gun, but I pluck it from his grasp. Being the clever sort, he bowls into me, knocking us both to the dirt. 

Pinning him to the gravel before he can fuss further, I smile, panting. "This ain't exactly the sort of tumble ah was aiming for, sugar bat."

He stutters like a seizing telegrapher. "S-Si—"

I lay a finger on his lips, returning the iron I lightened him of. 

He fumbles it into his holster with one hind paw, staring up at me. Looks awful darling like that, all startled and joyful in the moonlight; not my fault I need to kiss him for it. He relaxes under me a moment, then breaks off to glance into the night. Nobody's around, but I let him up, figuring we've got better things to do than lay in the gravel all night. I've no sooner dusted off my clothes than he's herding me into the City Office on his wing. Eager little thing. 

A swift boot shuts the door, and I'm alone with my lawbat. Silver light plays along the coal-black fuzz of his wings. A lonesome longing burns inside me as I recall how silky it feels against my nose, my tongue, my…

"Didn't think to see you here again." He's fixing to sound tough— if he wore boots, though, he'd be shaking in them. 

"You never do." And, even with a price still on my head, he ought to know better.

"Care to change that?"

I slip a paw along his muzzle, all gentle-like. "I don't put up fences, I just ride 'em. This is just the way of the world right now."

Before he can get another word out, I kiss him again. He lifts up to meet it, obliging my paws to run up his back. 

He breathes real deep, then manages to pull away from my kiss again. "You're in heat."

Bashfulness sweeps through my ears, but fails to stop my nibbling along the bottom of his muzzle. I've always been the willful sort.

Hushed by my bunny charms, the sheriff folds his wings around me. I rest my muzzle on his, feeling all secure and longed for. Matter of fact, I'm feeling quite a bit of longing pressed against my more private regions. I press back, eliciting a tender eep from the fruit bat. 

Giggling like a fool, I throw the lawbat over my shoulder. He agitates some as I carry him down the hall to his room, putting on a show of trying to squirm free, but I keep hold. He has a cozy little bedroom. Some might take it as being a mite small, but it's got plenty of room for what I'm planning to do with him. Even just walking feels all slick and tingly. I set the sheriff down, thunder rumbling through my heartbeat. My eyes settle on the tidy little bed. "Sleepin' up in the rafters still?" 

A blush creeps into his voice. "When you're not here, Six, I'm upside down in more ways than one."

I blush too, hiding behind my ears as I settle in next to him. "That ain't fair. Nothing ah say ever sounds like that."

He brushes my ears aside, cradling my cheek. "Maybe not to you…"

Darn lawbat keeps compelling me to kiss him. This time I get brave and lick on his lips some. Shouldn't surprise him— he's the only fella I practice such skills with, and he knows I'm real fond of when he does tricks with that twister of a tongue he's got. His wing thumbs trace through my chest fluff, over my galloping heart and down the buttons of my vest. 

Clothes fall to the floor as we get to gettin' reacquainted. Soon I'm wearing nothing but a gunbelt and straddling the sheriff. His soft wings caress my back; his brown eyes glimmer up at mine, with more gold than most river prospectors see in a lifetime. I want to ask him if he loves me, but am fearful of any answers he might give. Instead, I ease myself down onto the warmth of his body, letting it soothe away all those cold desert nights.

Erect and hot, he feels right pleasant against my fur. I angle up, rubbing my lips along its length. Blake moans, then giggles. 

I cross my arms over my naked breasts. Blazes, do my nipples feel tender and hard. "Just what are you gigglin' at, Sheriff?"

"Your tail! It's tickling my… my…"

I glance back, then bob my fluffy tail against his sac. He squirms, arching his body up against me. I show mercy and let him pull me down for a kiss. After a few fluttery touches of our muzzles, he turns his head a little, allowing himself better access to my mouth. The taste of canned peaches lingers on his breath. That long, talented tongue coils around mine, milking it. Feels mighty unusual, even if he did use it on me a while back. Granted, he used it elsewhere...

I carry on rubbing against his length, spreading slick wetness as I ride. My poor little bunny burrow clenches for attention. Reaching down, I lift the head of his member and prod it against my opening. Takes a little wrangling, and a moment passes where I question my technique, but then I gasp as he spreads me wide. 

Blake gives joyful little squeaks as I work my way down onto him. Doesn't hurt like I recall, but the going in is powerful tight. I try to set my loins at ease—this was their idea, after all. I grope at the base of his shaft, feeling that he's about halfway into me. Trembling at the thought, I press on, my pale ears swaying down to his dark-furred chest. In the moonlight, the black tips of them seem to be picking up his color. 

It's a peculiar thing, making love for the second time and without a recently relocated shoulder. Allows a bunny to notice the little things. Like how she can feel the pulse of his heartbeat as he's buried inside her. 

I lift off him a ways, mouth opening in a breathless sigh at the empty feeling this brings. Not that I mind how it tugs on my nethers, mind you. Letting my weight carry me back down, I slip onto him again. I tilt my head and watch in the moonlight as our fur meets. I keep thrusting and try a few different angles, seeing what feels best. I find that laying down close to him feels mighty pleasant, allowing my clit to rub right into his fur, and still affords me plenty of room to bounce like I’m standing in the stirrups. 

My gunbelt catches on the fur of Blake's belly, drawing forth a pitiable whimper. "Oww!"

"Sorry, Jordan." I hold stone-still. My clit tingles in the chill night air. "Didn't mean to."

"I'm okay." He rubs where I pulled his fur, then caresses my shoulders with his wing thumbs. I can hear a smile in his panted breath. "Don't stop on my account."

I hitch the gunbelt higher, so as not to repeat the performance. On powerful bunny legs, I bounce up and down his shaft. Feels awful nice to be the one doing the riding. We’ve only done it once before, and I was in no condition to be on top. Feels awful nice in general, having that healthy length of lawbat inside me. The sheriff starts humping back, move in time with me as much as my clumsy thrusts allow. Doesn't seem to bother him none, judging by how he cups my modest breasts, squeezing all tender-like, letting my nipple rub against his palms. Ain’t my most sensitive bits, compared with elsewhere, though I’m glad he’s keen on them, since nobody else notices ‘em. Blake, though, he gives a little extra twitch down below, swelling a little more against me. Makes a bunny blush, seeing how he fancies them so.

I do some squeezing of my own, picking up speed. Blake's gasping for air. Breath, his and mine, sways my ears. Lewd squishing resounds through the little room. I'm riding at full tilt now, slamming down so hard I feel his sac bounce. So hard the bed squeaks. Lawbat squeaks too, muzzle open, teeth glinting silver in the moonbeams, hunching against me like a bat possessed. Bucking hard inside me, his penis swelling just a touch wider. Wing thumbs grab my hips. Squeaks run to gasps, gasps to a breathless stammer. Then he starts spraying ropes of seed against my tender walls. I shudder, feeling pulses of heat and pressure spread down his member. 

In his fit, he pinches on my nipples, causing me to jerk down against him out of reflex. My sore little clit grinds against the base of his pulsing erection, driving pleasure through my body in lightning strikes. I clench hard on the spurting shaft within me, the muscles of my vagina dancing all frantic, milking my sweet fruit bat for all he's worth.

When the world returns from being a haze of pleasure, I find myself muzzle to muzzle with the sheriff. I clutch him tighter than all that's dear in this world, reveling in the silky warmth he brings, inside and out. Buried in me, wrapped around me, I feel all full and cared for. I fall into dreams with a blanket against the night, wrapped up in my fella's wings. "Jordan… Oh, Jordan…"

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I wake to birds chittering, warm sun, and a pretty little lawbat in my arms. Seems he's still asleep. I lie there and to myself, burying my worries in the soft of his fur. After a spell, I get to feeling the need for some diversion, my claws tracing down his chest fluff. This path leads me under the covers for a little prospecting. His fur runs coffee-brown, though his chest has more orange. His smooth midriff lead my paws down along where his wings connect, then onward to his muscled legs and tight little rump. Silky fur whispers through mine, touching me like only the wind does.

Blame my heat, blame my bunny ways, but I'm feeling more a woman than a lady. Under the glow of the blankets, I uncover what Blake looks like when I'm not driving him to distraction.

Seems I'm quite the wild hare when nobody can see, because all of a sudden the lawbat's getting some awful familiar nuzzles. I nibble on his sheath with my lips, tugging at the soft chewiness. My nose twitches at his scent: male, musky, inviting. Warm too, and growing warmer. My paw closes in around the base of his length. Still nuzzling in on his equipment, I start rubbing up and down his hidden shaft. As I stroke, I can feel him growing in my paw. Front of the sheath's still nice and loose, so when I pull it back the pink tip peeks out, then gets covered again. Amuses me that it's pink, when all the rest of him runs coffee-brown. Well, except his tongue; I reckon all his fun parts run pink. 

After playing with him a spell, he firms up and pokes right on out of the sheath on his own. The head's peeking out, so I get real brave and lick on that too. Same fruity taste greets me, wonders where I've been for so long. His skin's still got a little slack, so I keep rubbing as I taste him. I'd never have thought I'd take to this so, but feeling him grow on my tongue feels unusual and grand. Then again, most things about fellas seem unusual and grand.

The sheriff moans and rolls to his back as I tongue around his sheath. Not overly sure about what I'm doing here, but the stiff length of lawbat in my paw insists I’ve got a handle on matters. Sets a real bounce to a bunny's tail, if you take my meaning.

Blake draws the blanket back. We meet eyes. Still tonguing to beat the band, I let my nose twitch against the underside of his tip.

Passion sets a gleam to the grin of my polite little lawbat. 

I squeak a giggle and let Blake drag me up his body. That hot length blazes a trail between my breasts, down my stomach, and against my heat-addled lady bits. My thin-furred loins grow damp as I ride the underside of his length. He's real stiff now, balls moving whenever I rub up on his sheath. Knowing that can be a tender area on fellas, I scoot up and wiggle atop his round tip for a while. Softer than the shaft. Could be that it’s hotter too—but then that could be me. I remember to lift up my gunbelt so as not to jab the poor fella again. A wing reaches up to caress my breast. I smile and ride harder. 

Each thrust rubs my little clitty against his tip and belly fur. Each frantic gasp from Blake stokes the furnace of my heat. Warmth builds in me like a kindled fire, blazing higher and higher, burning up my thoughts of anything else as I buck against the right-lovely texture of his shaft.

I freeze, a hare's breath from going over the edge. 

My body quivers atop him, taut and tense.

Velvet wings pull me close.

I go off.

"Aa! Aa! Aaaaaahhh!" I bury my face between his shoulder and pillow, hollering with pleasure as my body floods with trembles centering on my nethers, on the delightful cock wedged against them, leaving me gasping 'til I'm breathless and shuddering with aftershocks. My hips press hard on him, my legs squeezing on him like a skittish pony--meanwhile other parts of me make it known they’d like something to squeeze on too. I grip his shoulders. He holds me against his wiry frame. Fluffy and soft, breathing hard, stiff against me: Blake's a whole mess of feeling. I try to tell him how nice he feels, but I only manage "Oh…oh… Jordan… Hah…" over the hammering beat of my heart. 

A true gentleman, Blake waits real patient-like while I recuperate. Tender wings stroke down my back. Sappy words breeze past my ears. Sticky juices make our fur a ticklish mess. Feels right pleasant and I tell him so. 

He chuckles against me. "You, madam, have got quite a way of saying good morning."

I grope for something clever, but my brains've turned to jelly. Instead, I roll to us to our sides. Feeling a heavy slickness between my legs, I reach down and scout the area. My paw comes back slick and damp. "Glad sakes, Jordan. Look how wet ya made me!"

The fruit bat blushes scarlet under his chocolate fur, sputtering. "S-Six!"

I kiss him on the nose and grab his penis with my wet paw. "Way you look at me, lawbat, yer gonna get rode hard and put away wet now an' then."

"That's—uh!—hardly a ladylike thing to…" Poor Blake. Talking ain't his strong suit once I start rubbing him against my tingling lips. 

I breathe into his ears, whispering soft and rubbing hard. "Forget ladylike—I think you know what this bunny'd like…" 

Riled and ready, Blake bucks against me, and it takes a few tries to line him up proper. Once I do, he thrusts halfway up into me at a shot, squeezing the air from my lungs. I drape a leg over his hip, right where his wing joins the rest of him, and pull in a welcoming way. 

We set to doing what bunnies do. 

He's deep and thrusting shallow, pumping my foolishly damp passage 'til I can hear each in and out. His sac bumps against my thigh as he drives himself in to the hilt once more. His breath washes hot against my neck, like a desert breeze. Laying side-by-side, his thrusts rub on different parts of my passage than before. He nuzzles into my chest fluff.

My muzzle curls in a smile. My ears droop, the window's light glows pink through them at the edge of my vision. My modest breasts jiggle each time he buries himself in me, and, if I time it right, I can clench on him as he's sliding out. Lawbat sure takes to that, breathing hard as he works into me. 

At some point in our little hoedown, the pillow jostles from under his head, leaving his neck at a funny angle. I slide my arm in as a replacement, since that seems the polite thing to do, what with him making cute little grunts and groans as he drives jolts of joy through my body. 

I lay back and let him do the work. He gets frantic, unsteady in his motions, 'til at last I feel his length swell inside me, then spurt out blast after blast of his silky seed. His teeth set, glinting in the fiery light of dawn. Those gold-flecked eyes shut as he loses himself in the moment. Delicate gushes of warmth cause my muscles to spasm in time with him. My eyes squeeze shut in delight, but stop neither morning light nor tingling pleasure. I hold him holstered, now that he's done going off. His body slackens against me. Whenever he moves, his softening length slicks against every bump and valley of my walls. I giggle like a fool. My body's too heavy to move, my heart too light to keep from pulsing wonder through me. I just lie, warmed by sunlight and fruit bat juices. We breathe together. Even with my heat satisfied for the moment, I know I'd be powerful lonesome without him.

Cuddling up, we pay no heed to the sticky mess in our fur. He kisses his way up and down my ears. I'm awful ticklish on the pink insides, so I wind up laughing into a pillow as he nuzzles without mercy. 

"Glory be, lawbat." I flop to my back, my arm still behind his head. "Ya act like you never thought to see me again."

He looks to me, all soulful. "I didn't."

Ears drooping all coy-like, I kiss him on his little foxy nose. "You're a fool."

"Stay."

"Can't."

Blake touches my shoulder like I'm made of fine china. "I'd hate to see you hurt again."

"Don't need to worry about me, Jordan." I wiggle up naked against him and nuzzle my twitching nose in his fluff. "I'm the tough sort."

His wing thumbs cup my muzzle, bringing me level with gold constellations in the dark of his eyes, with all the hope I light in them. "How about one day, Six? One day."

Seeing as how my brain's gone as fuzzy as Blake's whole body, I just giggle an "alright" like the fool I am. 

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When someone as talented as :iconslate: wants to do art for your series, you'd be a fool to say no! :veryhappy: He put an incredible amount of work into this, so you should all leave him nice comments. (We brainstormed on the story too, so I hope you enjoyed that as well.) 

At long last, I have visual smut in my gallery! Hooray! :D

Remember, my **novel** [color=blue]*Sixes Wild: Manifest Destiny* goes on sale July 1st, 2011 right here: http://www.sofawolf.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=141

Tune in later this week for the exciting conclusion!
-Tempo

Editing: Darkdragon452, Sillyneko345, Vendetta
Art: Slate