Shelby- Colt Mustang .380 pocket pistol
Pony ears, pony tail, long hair 
Keeper- Femanon, business type onee-sama, wears Armani, /u/tilitarian

Mustang a Cute 

>at a small mom and pop gun store a lithe brunette woman, wearing a crisp dark blue business skirt and jacket was browsing various subcompact .380 pistols 
>Amya is her name 
>she had been an avid gun enthusiast since her father had taught her about guns when she was 10
>at the age of 26 guns were a well established part of her life and unlike some of her business colleagues 
>she had no fear of guns only respectful caution and concern if a maniac had a gun
>as such the excitement and hype about waffegiests becoming more common was interesting but not something she was going to seek out
>she had completed the required written and shooter competence testing to earn her conceal carry license a couple weeks ago and was now trying to pick out a suitable subcompact 
>while she had used her inherited 1911 to pass the shooting competence test the fact of the matter was the reliable gun was just too big for everyday carry 
>Shame I can't CC an old IMI Jericho in my suit jacket like Spike does in BeBop. 
>Amya thought as she thought back to one of the favorite Japanese shows
What's this one? 
>Amya asked looking at a small colt pistol
Oh that's new. Came in the other day. Colt Mustang in .380
>the older man said as he lifted the tiny handgun from the case and checked the chamber before setting it on a soft display mat
>Amya lifted the small handgun and carefully looked over the stainless steel slide, cerakoted frame, and checkered walnut grips
It's a tiny thing. Still, it'll hold 6+1 of .380 no problem. 
>the store owner said as Amya looked over the pistols frame and for a brief moment she thought she saw intricate lines etched into it, but looking again it was just a regular frame
Hmm, I'll take it. 
>Amya said setting the pistol back onto the mat
Alrighty, give me a sec and I'll box it up for you while the computer runs your info. 


>once inside her house Amya kicked off her shoes with a sigh and set her bags down by the coffee table before retrieving a cleaning mat and sitting on her couch in front of the coffee table
>she was smiling as she eagerly pulled out the colt mustang along with the two spare magazines, IWB holster, and three boxes of ammo she had purchased 
>looking the little pistol over in her hands she decided it was definitely cute in it's own way
I think I'll call you Shelby.
>Amya said with a smile as she ran a finger over the little pistols slide
>humming she left the pistol and mags on the mat as she went to fetch her gun tools, CLP, and grease to give her new pistol a thorough once over 
>however as Amya came back to the living room she saw in place of her new pistol was a small girl sitting on the coffee table looking around the room 
>A waffegeist? Pistols can have those?
>Amya wondered as she watched the little girl slowly kick her feet back and forth
>Well let's see how this plays out. 
>she thought as she stepped through the doorway
Hello?
>Amya says as she slowly walks to the table
>the little girl jumps and in a flash the little subcompact pistol falls back onto the coffee table 
>I guess I spooked her. 
>Amya thought as she sat back down on the couch and looked down at the the little pistol in front of her
It's okay. You can come out. 
>she said as reassuringly as she could
>it took a few moments but in the blink of an eye the pistol was suddenly the girl again 

>Amya smiled as she got a good look at her 
>the girl looked like she was maybe 11-13, she was wearing a grey sweater so long it almost hid her pleated brown skirt, she wore a pair of combat boots for some reason, a pair of short horse-like ears were poking out her short dirty blonde hair, and she had a short tail matching her hair
Shelby?
>Amya asked as she looked over the girl
Yes, ma'am. 
>the girl said with a nod and smile revealing dimples 
>Oh god, she's kawaii as shit. NO! No,no keep the weeb power level in check. 
>Amya thought as she fought off the urge to let out a girly squeal and pull the little waffegeist into a hug
Are you going to clean me, ma'am?
>Shelby asked as she looked at the cleaning kit Amya had on her lap which pulled her out of thoughts of headpats and ear stroking  
Well that was the plan. Would you like a nice cleaning?
>Amya asked with a smile 
But we haven't gone shooting. Cleaning comes after shooting. 
>Shelby said tilting her head with one ear twitching 
>Must resist urge to fondle ears. MUST RESIST URGE.
>Amya thought before replying
You just came home and you need a good cleaning before we do anything else. 
>Shelby huffed and crossed her arms 
But I don't wanna take a bath!
>Amya arched an eyebrow at that
Excuse me, young lady?
>Amya said with just the right amount of authority 
>Shelby froze at that tone of voice and looked up at Amya 
>who looked down at her doing her best to not waver
>for a long moment silence reigned and wills were tested 
>then Shelby jumped and bolted
No bath!
>she yelled as she ran down the hall
Get back here imouto!
>Amya called out as she chased after the little mustang 
Nooooo
>Shelby whined as Amya snaked an arm around her and hefted her under arm 
Cleanliness is important. 
>Amya said, carrying the pouting mustang to the bathroom 


It's this or I clean you in gun form, little one. 
>Amya said to a still the pouting Shelby as pointed to the bathtub full of hot steamy water with her thumb 
Fine. 
>Shelby said with an exaggerated sigh as her ears twitched
>which Amya rolled her eyes at before kneeling down and slipping off the combat boots and knee high socks the little mustang wore 
You'll live. 
>Amya said as she knelt by Shelby and helped the little mustang finish undressing
Okay, hop in and I'll wash you. 
>she with a smile folding up the oversized sweater before Shelby grinned ear to ear and literally hopped into the full bath tub  
>Amya had just enough time to close her eyes before a wave of water splashed across her, soaking her button up top and skirt
>Should've seen that coming. 
>Amya thought as she opened her eyes and looked down at her soaked clothes then looked at the grinning girl splashing in the water 
>Amya rolled her eyes then peeled off her wet clothes and sank into the tubs hot water with a satisfied sigh 
>Shelby giggled and climbed onto Amya's lap then continued playing with the water 
Silly imouto. 
>Amya said as she grabbed a wash cloth and soap then started washing the little mustangs back
What's an imouto?
>Shelby asked looking up at her keeper with her ears twitching  
>Shit, I said out loud. 
>Amya thought as she soaped up the wash cloth 
>Might as well be honest. 
 It means little sister or little one. 
>she explained washing the little mustang's shoulders 
Okay, but what do I call you ma'am?
>Shelby asked with a giggle, wriggling a little as Amya washed her sides 
>Oh to hell with it. Let the weeb flow!
>Amya thought before smiling 
You can call me onee-sama if you want, Shelby. 
>she said as she washed the little mustang's legs as she nodded


>the bath continued in pleasant silence disturbed only by the occasional splash  
>once she was satisfied the little waffegeist was clean Amya lifted her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around Shelby before putting on her fluffy bathrobe 
>then with a grin she scooped up the Shelby making the little mustang giggle as  she carried her to the bedroom with her clothes in her other arm
>Amya paused feeling something poke against her from wet shirt after setting the little waffegeist on the bed
>fishing the object out she a thought occurred to her after seeing it was a small spray bottle of gun oil
How do I apply oil to you when you're like this Shelby?
>she asked while stroking the little mustangs ear with her free hand
Oh, like this!
>Shelby excitedly said as grasped the spray bottle, shrugged off her towel and sprayed the gun oil under her arms, on her belly, then sprayed her legs
>Amya watched a bit perplexed, but decided this was just something waffegeists knew to do 
>while the little mustang sprayed herself Amya yawned and slipped into a clean pair of panties and sleep shirt
>when she turned back she saw Shelby struggling to put her undershirt back on, Amya laughed but helped the little waffegeist put on the shirt    
>as soon as Shelby's head popped out she shook her hair making her ears flop about 
>KAWAII AS FUCK
>Amya squealed internally, but maintained her composure if barely
Come on, imouto. Time for sleep. 
>she said as she pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed
>quickly followed by the little waffegeist who snuggled into Amya's chest while the blankets were pulled up 
>Amya sighed contentedly and closed her eyes only to have Shelby nudge her 
>looking down at the little mustang Amya was greeted with a kiss on her cheek
Onee-same the best. 
>Shelby said before she clung to Amya
>and in that moment had someone walked by Amya's house they would've overheard a squeal of pure fangirl delight