Just another day 

>the weather was good enough for a trip to the outdoor range 
>fucking finally 
>warm sun, but a nice cold breeze 

"So just ten mags and a box of 120 cartridges?" 
>Sacha, your sig556's Waffegeist, asks as you adjust your earpro

"Yeah, not much wiggle room in the budget this week."
 
"You can be such a tightwad, bro."
 
"Well excuse me for not having nazi gold in a Swiss bank vault." 
>you say as you place a sandbag on the bench 

"Dude, that's some Alex Jones gay frogs conspiracy shit and you know it."  

"It bugs you so I'll keep saying it." 
>you reply before you feel Sacha kick your shin making you lurch 
"Fucking quit that, dude."
 
"I will after you drop the nazi gold jokes." 
>she counters while stacking the loaded mags on the bench

>you roll your eyes and notice some movement off to the side
>looking down the walkway you see two people heading down to the range stalls
>the guy is average build and height, jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, etc and has a girl attached to his arm
>normally seeing a girl attached to a guy's arm would mean gf, but human girls don't normally have tiger ears and tail
>she's tall, a bit muscular, and wearing track pants and a track jacket over a tank top

"Dude, is that a VEPR?"
>Sacha asks you as she leans her head past the booth wall to look

"I think so. Probably a 308 or 54R." 
>you reply, watching the tiger girl stretch while her owner digs out a half dozen short mags from a bag
>you and Sacha notice the VEPR walk in close to her owner who has a loaded mag in one hand

"Looks like she's got sport furniture."
 
"More than likely with how she's dressed."
 
>Sacha opens her mouth to make a comment but goes quiet as you and her see the VEPR lean in and grip her owners chin
>then give him a very hard and deep tongue filled kiss before shifting into her gun form
>the man didn't notice you two watching and loads the mag before assuming a firing stance
>you are left a little surprised by the little show

"Faggots."
>Sacha however, as always, remains unimpressed 
"I swear almost every other rifle wants the dick."
 
"Eh, at least they weren't fucking on the bench." 

"Dude, gross. Seriously, I don't want to worry about what fluids could be on this bench." 
>she says with a frown 

"Alright alright, come on. Let's just ignore the lovey-dovey fags." 
>you say as you hold your arms open 

"Good call, bro." 
>Sacha says with a nod before she hops into your arms and in a flash is in her rifle form 
>you hum as you load a mag, shoulder your rifle, line up the sights, begin working on your shot placement 
>between mags Sacha gives advice for tighter groupings and calls you a dipshit for not listening