>you hurry up to the porch you okay anon!? >y-yeah i'm fine, little shaken up maybe, but who fired- erm, got fired...? i-im sorry anon... >sorry, what, you just saved my ass back the... >oh >the girls are standing in a semi circle, looking at something on the floor >by their feet, a fifth girl is lying, cross-eyes, panting and blushing like mad >with five shell casings >w-what happened? its not my fault, i didn't mean to do thi-, im sorry anon please don't be mad at me >Sonia rushed over to you and buries her face in your chest >i'm not mad at anyone here, but please explain what happened, okay? >enfield is first to open her mouth well, she figured you needed a hand down there, and since M/38 was here, and we had the ammo, she loaded her.. it up and fired, and then this happened >the girl lying on the floor is just a but smaller than the rest. her big blue eyes are still not capable of focusing on anything, so they point at two different parts of the sky. her chest still moves up and down from the heavy breathing >you go back to the business of calming sonia down >you worry too much. i think she liked it. i mean look at her >could you go inside quickly, i'll try to talk to her, okay? >h-hey, are you okay? >aand you already feel spaghetti building in your pockets t-that was amazing... >was it? i mean this didn't happen when i shot you. and that was more than 5 rounds not you silly. her. she's much cuter than you are. and, uhh, water? please? >amazing how she could become like this after only five rounds >you've never seen anything like this >well, you did try the mad minute with Enfield once, and she couldn't really stand after that, but it seemed the rifles mood was just as important as number of shots fired to achieve these kinds of results >well, the others girls did say she liked them >you place the half-liter bottle on her shaking hands and she shoves it in her mouth, squeezes hard on the bottle to get as much of the clear liquid down her throat as fast as possible >some of it goes out of her mouth, down her cheeks and start making her top wet t-thanks. you are anon, right? >yeah, i am and you are my owner now? >well, yeah, but you- are you going to take care of me just like the other rifles? they look really pretty, did you do that to them? >i take care of all my weapons. ask any of them if they want to be somewhere else, i think you will find that they are pretty happy with things right now ...okay! >she tries to stand up, but her legs wont carry her, so she falls rather ungracefully down in the porch floor again >the big blue eyes turn to you, and you'll be damned if the other girls didn't tell her you have a weakness for puppy eyes >okay, i'll help you inside >you are used to princess carry by now, not only because the girls like it, but it gives you are really nice view. and the delicately soft touch against your left arm >she'll live, you say as you put her down on the couch >sonia rushes over to the new girl, throw her arms around her and starts apologizing >sadly, she is still quite a shy girl, and tries to say four things at the same and it makes no sense to anyone >however M/38 (you don't like to refer your guns with numbers, so you gonna have to figure out what her name is, or if she doesn't have one, like in Sonias case, give her one) doesn't seem to mind at all >she does in fact seem rather happy with the attention she is given by the girl who five minutes earlier left her knocked out on the porch are we going to go shooting today? >the rather rudely question snaps you out of your daydream about what this cuddling would have looking like with more gunlube >i dont think its any point today, its gonna take us some time to get to the firing range, and its gonna be almost dark when we get there, but if you are ready, we could get there at sunrise tomorrow >this is getting unnerving. there are now ten eyes staring at you, all just as happy about what you just said. >and i have bought food for each and every one of you >but right now, i'm hungry. i only have can-food with me, so you don't have to eat that if you don't want to >they don'y seem to be hungry, so you get into the kitchen and start warming up some pea soup >surprisingly, they don't join you in the kitchen and nibble away all you food, one "just taste a bit" at a time >they are not in the living room either >and not here, and...? >you're starting to get really worried at this point >hello! where are you guys!? >no response >you run a lap around the house, no sign of either rifles or girls >the back door is open >your mind turn to the little loli stuck in your holster, but you've actually forgot to top up her mag after the boar incident >fuck >just as you are about to open the door, you hear hysterical giggling >the fuck? >just around the corner, all five of them are standing around a very sad looking mudpit >most of them are completely covered in it, mosin especially >she is probably a mud-expert considering she's has spent half her life in mud >the fuck is going on? >you don't like to use that word to your rifles, but what is going on now is beyond you >your answer is giggling and mosin taking a proud step, positioning herself in front of the girls, and proudly announcing: you have to wash us now! >you want to be mad, because this is going to give you more work to do, yet it is something somewhat arousing about cleaning up a rifle, the bore snake, and all the oil and so on >well, they do this because they like you, so you decide to play along >alright, playtime is over, come in and i'll clean you no! >what you can clean a rifle, but you wash a girl! >...? don't be like that silly! if we change now, imagine where all mud and sand will go! just wash us off like we are now and be over with it! >...can't you shower by yourselves? >pout no >so, you want me to wash you all off? >more puppy eyes yes! >well, i suppose there is a garden hose somewh- nooo! >what, didn't you just you wanted me to wash you off? but anon, that's only cold water, you can have warm water in the shower! >while the idea of cold water and the cool outside temperatures would have have been easy on your eyes, warm showers could be good for more than one of your senses >did you get all muddy so i could wash you? >they have some looks among themselves and then turn to you, all nodding >...well, you cant go to sleep looking like that, and god knows what happens of you change now. augh, come on in, ill wash you >four chairs are places outside in the hallway next to the bathroom, and the girls are carried inside one by one (don't wanna ruin the carpets, do you?) and placed on the chairs, and en eager chat about this and that is brewing up >Sonia is the last one in, and since there isn't a chair left for her, she is the first one into the shower >you roll up your sleeves, and jokingly say that she is the one getting cleaned, and not you >she quickly get out of most of her clothes d-do i have to take- >you don't have to do anything, but people usually do that when they shower. it's up to you well, since it's you... >she turn around, and her bra drops to the floor aswell >the water starts to flow and after a minute it stops and she approaches you with a little red bottle of something look, it has strawberry smell! >it looks like is shampoo, but asking a man to identify different kinds of shower gels and whatever the fuck they are called is like asking a woman to buy the correct motor oil, so you are not really sure >is this for your hair? yes, but please be thorough, don't wanna look bad now, okay? >don't you worry, ill take care of you >...or so you think, how the fuck do you take care of this much hair? it just never ends. >Sonia has the longest hair of anyone of the girls, and it reaches well below the bottom of her scapula and has a beautiful chestnut color >i think that is all of it >she giggles lightly and returns the the big box of bottles with many different kinds of gels in them >fuuuck her figure is like beautiful, not very wide or meaty perhaps, but rather slim, almost heading into the toned terretories >the fucking thigh gap >she returns after some fiddling with some bottles, this time picking out a much more plain bottle this is for the rest of me >a minute later and she is covered in foam and heads back behind the glass covers >for the sake of your sanity, you are happy the covers are all covered with steam and droplets, turning it almost opaque >she gets wrapped in a towel and carried out >four left >Kar and the little newcomer are taken care off, and you feel yourself slowly going insane with having to keep your eyes in another direction >enfield is up next >this is going to be very hard- erm... difficult >you spend another ten or so minutes at your mental redline trying to not do something you may or may not regret, and you are very close to snapping when she promptly states that you are going to cover all of her with soap, and the short, sharp inhaling noise she does a second later >but you cant do that i a rifle, its still metal and wood, it's still a tool, and a lethal one at that >you try to convince yourself of this, not really achieving anything >another very thick blanket is wrapped around a soaking wet girl, and she is sent on her way >but, just as you watch her leave, she actually gives a little nod just as she has left the bathroom LISTEN UP NOW, i'm gonna tell you about that one time i was on vacation in Indochina, and... >huh, she only really tells about her past is she is asked to c-can i come in now? >oh sure mosin, you've been very patient after all >to you surprise, as soon as the door is closed she starts quietly sobbing >whoa, whats up now? i d-don't like blood. She was so fast, and i've seen- >there there, there is no blood on you. and actually i don't know what would have happened to me if she didn't do that, so i'm at least happy that she did and if you go away, maybe i will end up wit people who kill more with me, o-or sell- >calm down now, i'm not selling anyone, and i'm certainly not going away anytime soon >she really is scarred >she got a little drunk once and told about her journey of the east front, making even Kar uncomfortable >she's in a really poor state right now >the only clean part of her are directly under her eyes >you have spent some half hour now not getting too much body contact in a bathroom, but the girl falls into your embrace and holds you tightly >you hesitate for a second, but decide that she really need a shoulder to cry on now >it's about at this point you realize that Enfield must have noticed this and created a distraction for the other ones... she really tries to be a mother when she's not busy bitching. how sweet >but the more pressing issue is the crying wreck in your arms >the load on your arms are getting heavier, and soon, she is not even using her legs at all >you slide down to a tailor position her now sitting on your feet and face buried in your chest >you spend a second to think if you should hum some russian wartime song, but that could just as well make things worse and remind her of the east front i shouldn't cry after that. its like i can't even do my job at all, and if i can't- >you talk to much. lets just get you cleaned up now, alright? we cant spend all night in the bathroom. and remember, no one is going anywhere, except the shooting range, okay? >the washing off process in uneventful, and she seemed to like having her hair taken care of. >she gets a little extra fondling with the towel wrap-in, and then you exit, pleased to hear Enfield is still talking about her action packed jungle adventure >mosin sneaks in and listen to the rest of the tale >you forgot to pull down the curtains last night >the are blinded by a massive light after having put way to little sleep behind you >you spend a few minutes just being really happy with what you can see from your rather constrained view >something is limiting how far you can turn your head, but you are beyond giving a fuck at this point >it's all so soft >but were here for shooting and not cuddling >well, a little cuddling has never killed anyone >you weasel your way out of this very delicate, and somehow still sleeping pile >...whoa, did those two really spend the night like THAT? well, they are both mausers... >little glock is up, and you give her a cup of chocolate, just to make sure she's not forgotten >she spends very little time with the other rifles, since she spends pretty much all day with you >after some preparations, all ammunition is in bags, and as much of it as possible is loaded in clips >how they love clips >five rounds loaded in a second seems to be very enjoyable >satisfied with the preparations you give a shout to inform them its time to hit the range >the sound of bare feet against the floorboards floods the house and they are downstairs within seconds >... >no, you're not going like that, clothes are up in the bathroom, it should be dry by now. get dressed damnit >its about a ten minute walk to the range, and about halfway, you ask the question that has been nagging you since yesterday. >so, i didn't know you could fire... each other K: well, uhh. its possible, but it usually takes a bit of synergy. Sonia could do it to Lotta, because they have very similar, and very well designed bolt system! >she puffs her chest up proudly towards the end of the last sentence >wait a minute, lotta? is that what m/38 is called? >and judging by what you saw this morning, Kar and her seemed to be getting along pretty well >so, it works because you are related, or what? it's better that way, but since the fou- ehh five of us know each other and get along pretty well, other solutions could be worked out. i-in an emergency of course >well, i'm just happy i didn't get run over by hogs. that's the range, by the way >and what a range at that >you stand on a little hill, and there are things to shoot at ranges way beyond what you can hit >but for today, some paper will do just fine >walking down the hill with the papers set up on a few different ranges, you can feel a massive argument building up >since they are not forced into rifle form like normal rages do to them, they can all rev ups their small mouth and start arguing about who is going to go first >in a shocking turn of events you find them waving theirs arms up and down and playing RPS >why didn't you do this earlier? >is anyone winning? I AM! >sonia is looking very exited, and is jumping up and down anon, can you use a clip? please anon? > you pull out two silver clips, each with 5 pointy cartridges in them, and she dives an your arms and changes >the rifle is brought up to your shoulder while your feet find some good positions on the ground >the bolt handle is rotated out of its downward position, and slowly pulled backwards >you but its stock in your hip, and position the clip at its proper position, and your hand leaves the clip itself and your thumb is placed right on the the top casing >with a calm but decisive motion, they are all pushed into the magazine, and the little clip is removed, followed by the bolt handle being pushed forwards, and then rotated down >you take aim, and turn the safety to the "ready" position >deep breath... boom >a quick cycle of the bolt and another round is chambered boom >and again >and again >and again >another five rounds are fed into the rifle, and are all fired down range in somewhat rapid succession >after the last round is fired, you eject the last casing, but close the bolt again, due to their preference, and take the rifle in a princess carry position, as you know they like to change when held like that >she is blushing a little, and there is a hint of faster breathing as you put her down on her own legs again >alright, who is next? >you spend a few hours firing ten rounds from each rifle, and then switching, firing another ten and switching >as the time drawn nearer to lunch, they are pretty much all out of breath and sweating >you like to start of slow, and up the tempo as time goes by, and by the looks (and sounds) of things, you've done a very good job >as the lunch brake is upon you, chicken legs and juice boxes are distributed among the girls, while you sit down under a tree with cheap-o soup can. >it really is a beautiful day, sun is shining, but its not too warm >no birds chirping, they might have something against gunfire >what a load of fags >just as the spoon starts hitting the bottom of the can, Kar and... Lotta(?) approached anon K: h-hey anon, uhhh, soup was good? >sure, soup was good, but something tells me you're not here to ask about my soup K: ah, hehe, it was just that, ehh, me and Lotta here... >they are both looking at the ground, and blushing, as if they have been caught looking at field stripping guides... for a russian gun >hey, no need to be all shy with me? K: well, u just wondered i-if i could... L: shoot me! erm, shoot with me hehe... >this wasn't that unexpected, considering how Lotta looked last time one of the girls fired her, and how her and Kar seems to like each other >well, if you're both cool with it, and just act safe, i don't really see a problem with it, but i still want you to wait until i am ready here, okay? KL: thanks anon! >once again giggling like mad, they walk away and leave you alone with your could soup and your thought >is a raifu a good shot? >do i need to teach a raifu gun safety? >is lotta going to... do that again? >is this really wrong? >but you are a curious man, and you still dont like to refuse your rifles, so you decide to give it a go