>It all started yesterday.
>I work as a record keeper for a storage locker lot.
>It's easy work, but not very well paying.
>Well, one day, my boss told me that since one of the storage lockers wasn't being paid, I should label it as vacant for future records.
>Me being curious, I ask him if I can check the locker out.
Sure, but if you break anything, you buy it.
>He gives me the key, and I walk over after my shift.
>I open up the storage locker, and I see a bunch of crates with German letterings on them, along with 'Heckler und Koch' printed on them.
>wat
>Since the items in the locker were now officially fair game, I look further.
>I open up one of the crates, and what I see is something I couldn't prepare for.
>It's a G11 with the signature scope on it, encased in packing peanuts. 
>It looks brand fucking new.
>I pick it up to see if it's real and not some airshit copy.
>Oh, it's real all right.
>I carefully set the G11 on another crate, digging deeper to find a ton of magazines, and shitloads of ammo.
>Holy fucking shit.
>Unable to contain my boner for prototype weapons, I immediately ask my boss if I can buy the storage locker.
>He shrugs.
Sure, but it's coming out of your salary.
>Fucking worth it.
>I load up the storage crate in my pickup and drive it home with me that night.
>I set it on my coffee table, and pop the latches back open.
>I bring the rifle back out to really get a feel for it.
>It's nice and hefty, but the balance is good. The ergonomics are great, and the scope lines up with my eye perfectly.
>I'm unable to contain my excitement at actually finding something so historic.
>Alas, I needed to use the bathroom.
>As I piss, I head some rustles from the living room.
>huh
>I quickly finish and go to check it out.
>In my room is a blonde girl, nude and crossing her arms over her breasts. She's only wearing a red beret, leaving the rest of her body exposed.
>She had some nice!y thick thighs ans hips, along with a slender belly.
>As I notice her... elf ears, she sees me, and immediately brightens up.
>She ran up to me, hugging me tightly as she began to speak in rapid fire German.
>Good thing I can speak it.
Oh my god, I'm free! I have an owner now! I'm not locked in a shed anymore! I'm not an experiment anymore!
>She began to cry into my shoulder, leaving me dumbfounded as to what the hell she was doing, what the hell she was saying, and why the hell was she here.
Erm... miss?
>She looks up at me with peircing red eyes, filled with curiosity and interest.
Yes?
>I don't really know how to respond, until I see my rifle is gone.
Wait, where's my fucking rifle?
>She cocks her head like a dog, giving me a confused look.
I AM your rifle, dummkopf!
>what.
>I slowly come to realize that she's some kind of manifestation of some kind of ghost or something from the gun.
O-okay... Why are you naked?
>She looks around herself, then touches her beret.
I'm not TOTALLY naked... But to answer your question, I'm a prototype, I don't see any field use, so I don't need clothes!
>She appears to be completely oblivious o the fact that you shouldn't be naked in front of other people you don't know.
Besides, a lot of people say I look good.
>She does a turn, causing her hair to flip around, and let's me see her ass for a slip second.
>She goes back to clinging on me.
So, what now, since you're my new owner?
>I just blankly hold her back to keep her happy.
Uh... I don't know...
>She just giggles and drags me over to the couch. Christ, she's stronger than I thought.
You certainly liked feeling me over, so I think it'# only fair I do that to you!
>Before I can protest, she's already running her impossibly smooth hands over me.
>It's like she's never felt a real human before, shit.
>She slides her hands all around, inspecting me like I'm some kind of alien.
>Then again, to her human contact probably is alien to her.
>This is arousing, too arousing.
>So arousing that I get a half chub.
>In the mist of G11's exploration, she brushes against it with her arm.
Huh? What's this?
>oh no.
>She crouches down in front of me, looking at the mysterious bulge.
>She goes a bit cross eyed looking at it, and decides to find out what it is.
>She unzips my pants and pulls down my underwear, reaching in and pulling out my semi-flaccid cock.
What is this? Some kind of cleaning rod?
>She starts to figure out the motion of the foreskin, and she softly strokes it up and down, intently staring at it. 
This is the wierdest cleaning rod I've seen.
>I'm at maximum hardness by this point.
>She shrugs.
Might as well clean myself.
>She just up and swallows my dick into her mouth.
>She begins to try and talk around it, sending vibrations down it.
>oh god this is too good.
>She then rears her head back and slams her head back on my dick, repeating it for a while.
>I can't take it anymore and cum, filling her mouth with my jizz.
>Oh god, the look on her fa-
>wait what.
>She simply pulls back a bit, and seems to be tasting it a bit before pulling away completely.
That tastes good, whast is it? Some kind of lube? Cleaning solvent?
>My mind is a bit cloudy from her blowjob.
Yeah, sure...
>She nods and continues to inspect my now flaccid cock.
Hey, don't go! I'm not clean yet!
>She slips it back into her mouth and begins to suck like crazy, trying to get more 'lube'.
>I can see her stroke me at the base to try and coax me to cum again.
>She keeps doing this for 2 more times, sucking me dry for lube.
Now for the internals...
>She stands up and sits on my lap, grabbing my dick and slipping it inside her vagina.
Hey... Mister, this feels really weird...
>Okay, stop, I'm fucking spend
I like it though!
>She begins to ride me like nothing else, bringing her thick ass down on my dick to squeeze more out of me.
>JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WOMAN IM FUCKING DYING HERE
>She brings her ass down even more, riding me as hard as she can.
Come on, how long does it take for this to dispense?!
>HOW ABOUT ONCE YOU STOP FUCKING TRYING TO KILL ME BY DEHYDRATION FIRST
>She forces me to cum another time into her pussy.
And now for the last port...
>She spreads her ass wide, sitting on my dick and riding it again.
>JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I MIGHT CUM BLOOD THIS TIME STOP
>Her ass is so nice though...
>She suddenly stops and gets off of me for some reason.
>Fucking finally-
>And now she's on the floor, spreading her ass.
Hey, could you pump it's bit? I'm getting s little tired...
>I can't argue with that ass...
>I go up behind her, weak in the knees, and begin to thrust as hard as I can.
>I'm holding onto her ass to keep myself stable.
>She groans and spreads her legs a bit from the poundings.
>With the last bit of strength I have, I cum.
>Then, I pass pout, and everything goes black.
>She just stole my soul, I swear.
>The next day I find my G11 on the floor next to me, clinging onto me like she was about to fall into a trail of guns about to be steamrolled.
Good morning, Mister!
>I sit up, my dick still out from yesterday. She grabs it, causing a slight erection.
Can I have more?
>OH FOR FUCKS SAKE NOT AGAIN
Uh... not now, I just woke up.
>She nods and stands up, still base ass naked apart from her beret.
I want some clothes. Can I have some clothes?
>I tuck my penis back into position, Philip up my pants and zipping them.
I have some stuff you might like in my dresser.
>She eagerly runs off into my room, bounding upstairs like a little kid.
>I feel bad for taking advantage of her since she doesn't know better, but I guess I got what I deserved when she fucked the soul out of me.
>I go into the fridge and pull out a bottle of water, chugging that motherfucker like I've just been in the desert for 40 years.
>I hear the soft patter of bare feet against the laminated floor as I turn.
How do I look, mister?
>She's still wearing her beret, but now she's wearing a flecktarn shirt that makes her breasts look like they're trapped and trying to break out, and compression shorts that cling to her hip nand thighs, the top of her buttcrack popping up over the waistline.
>HNNNNNG
Well?
>I suddenly snap back to reality.
Oh, uh... Yeah, you look good.
>She smiles at me, and I can visiably see her elf ears perk up.
Hey, I just realized: I never caught your name.
>I stop drinking again to answer her.
It's Anon. You?
>She looked around s if she was looking for something, then made a face like she remembered something. She turned around and pulled her hair to the front, showing a small tattoo at the base of her neck.
>It read 'AAAGIK-G11', presumably a serial number.
>If my knowledge on HK serial numbers are right, this means that she was the 6th G11 made in 1989.
That's the only name I was given...
>A beautiful woman reduced to letters and numbers in a database is quite saddening, to say the least.
I don't like it too much, Anon... 
>I begin to think of a new name for her.
What about Darla?
>She thinks about it for a second, then shakes her head.
Eh, makes me think of some old woman who sits on her butt all day...
>I suddenly remember a certain German marching song.
What about Erika?
>She beams and nods.
I remember one of the testers calling me that.
>Testers?
What testers?
>She nods, confirming my question.
They took us out to a rifle range to test us out. The soldiers liked us... me and my sisters...
>She lets out a small sigh.
I miss my sisters...
>She gently starts to lean on me, and I gently start to hug her. The poor girl had a rough life, being just a prototype rarely taken out of the labs.
We'll go shooting today, if you want.
>She looks up at me, and smiles brightly, and starts jumping up and down.
Really?!
>Trying to ignore her bouncing tits, I smile and nod.
Just let me make us some breakfast first, okay?
>She happily nods and continues to hug onto me.
It's been years since I've been fired, Anon! I can't wait!
>Jesus fucking Christ, she's so cute.
Alright, you do whatever, I'll start making breakfast.
>She runs off to do whatever, and I start making some scrambled eggs, throwing some bacon into the mircowave.
>I call her down after I finish making breakfast, hearing her bound down the stairs.
>She sits down, and I hand her a plate of eggs with bacon on the side. I sit on the other side of the kitchen counter, my own plate in front of me. I hand her a fork, getting myself one as well. She takes a forkful of eggs and puts it in her mouth, nodding.
This is pretty tasty, Anon.
>I smile as she follows up with a bite of bacon.
Thanks, I cooked them myself.
>She compliments my bacon cooking skills as she begins to devour the food, finishing quickly. I finish shortly after her.
Time's a wasting, Erika. Let me get dressed, and I'll take you to a spot I like.
>I head into my room and grab my milsurp stash, digging through the slavshit and ameriboo shit to find my Bundswehr jacket.
>Found it!
>It's a West German era flecktarn jacket, I'm surprised she didn't sniff it out from the rest of my clothes.
>For good measure, I put on a pair of flecktarn pants as well.
>I walk out, and she lights up at my choice of clothing.
Ohmygod! You actually have this stuff!
>I figured she'd like it.
>I let her into my truck, a silver Honda Ridgeline, letting her sit in the passenger seat in her human form.
Thanks Anon, I really miss the days when I was fired.
>I turn on the ignition, making sure I had all the ammo in the backseat. 
>I begin to drive, Erika resting her head on my shoulder as we approach the spot.
>A friend of mine owns a large plot of land, and he lets me shoot on it whenever.
>I let her out of the truck and grab all the ammo I brought, going to the back and grabbing a folding table to set up, along with a folding chair to act as a range bench.
>Then, I grab some targets and set them out at the 100 and 200 yard ranges, walking back to the bench.
>Erika is already in rifle form once I get back, yet unloaded.
>I take the unconventional 50 round stick mag and slot it into the top loader port, slotting it in with a firm tap with my finger.
>I disengage her safety, clicking it to her fast 3 round burst setting.
Alright, let's see what you can do.
>Making sure my earpro is in, I sight in at the 100 yard target, and squeeze the trigger.
>All 3 caseless rounds are fired before I feel the recoil. It was a light shooting rifle, but all 3 rounds combined felt like a .308.
>It wasn't like I couldn't handle it.
>I fire some more rapid bursts, until the magazine runs completely dry.
>I eject the magazine from the top, dragging it out and setting it on the table. I pick up a new mag, slotting it in and switching to full auto.
>The recoil is now lighter than 5.56, and incredibly easy to control. 
>I fire the rest of the mag, ejecting and inserting a new one. 
>I hit a lot of steel and a lot of dirt, but I don't care about accuracy right now, I just care about making sure we both have a great time.
>I end up shooting 300 rounds in total, 6 mags.
>I set the safety back on, and Erika is laying on the table, panting and red in the face. Her shirt is ridden up to expose her belly, and her shorts are falling down a bit, exposing a bit of her fair pubic hair to the air.
I can't remember the last time I felt that good, Anon...
>I smile and help her stand up, Erika automatically clinging to me tightly.
>Her sudden hug causes me to fall to the ground, and she automatically cuddles up to me.
Can we lay here for a little bit, Anon?
>I lean back, gently hugging onto her.
I don't see why not.
>She smiled and buried her cheek in my shoulder. I gently take off her beret, caressing her soft hair.
>She adjusts herself so we're face to face, and does something I honestly didn't expect her to do.
>She kisses me
>I gently hold her head and make the kiss deeper, giving her a little tongue.
>She reluctantly pulls away, a small bridge of saliva connecting us for a short while intil it breaks.
Anon...
>She bites her lower lip as she thinks of what to say.
You're the only person I've ever known who truely cared for me. All those engineers and scientists in the research labs just thought of me as an object. All I had were my sisters, and once I was separated from them... I was truely alone, Anon.
>She noticably begins to tear up.
I'm not alone anymore, Anon... I just wanted to say thank you...
>Oh, come here.
>I can feel her lightly cry into my shoulder as I stroke her hair, playing with her elf ears a bit too.
>You'll never be alone as long as I'm on this Earth, Erika. I can promise you that.
>After the range trip, I stop by the storage locker yard to pick up another HK crate.
Anon, why are we back here.
>I pull up to the storage area and open the garage style door, looking at the crates.
I want to see what's in another one of the boxes.
>She raises an eyebrow as I load up a create into the back of my truck.
You mean another crate you found me in?
>I step into my truck, turning it back on and slowly driving out of the lot.
>Erika rests her head on my shoulder, gently clinging to me.
>The prototype rifle was very clingy, probably because of how little she was ever used outside of a controlled environment. It also could come from how little she saw humans that cared for her.
>Either way, I wasn't ever gong to let her go.
>I pull back up to the house, carrying the crate inside and popping open the tabs.
>We both watched in anticipation at what the newest addition could be.
>I reach in, and pull out a dark earth XM8, fitted with the built in reflex sight.
>Inside was also a rail mount for the top, iron sights, a railed handguard, and much more fun stuff.
Damn... this is a nice looking rifle.
>Erika nods and holds it, getting a good feel with her dainty hands.
>Suddenly, a girl appeared next to her on my couch.
>She had light black hair, and was noticeably curvy from her stomach to her breasts. Her hips where nicely sized, not as big as Erika's, but her butt was perky and bubbly. She had red eyes like the G11, but she had... uh....
>Cat ears...
>... and a tail...
>Okay then.
>Anyway, she was wearing a pair of tan multicam pants with a black US Army shirt, and had on a pair of tan Oakley tactical gloves.
Oh, hi!
>She looked around her, noticing me and Erika.
Are you my new owner, sir?
>I smiled at her a bit.
That I am, miss...?
>I waited for her to fill in the blank, and she did, her tail flicking a bit as she spoke.
Tali.
>I was about to say something, but then she perked her nose up in the air. She began to sniff it, bounding off into the kitchen.
>ohgod what
>Me and Erika walk in to see the catgirl holding up a box of fish sticks from the from the freezer. Her ears flattening to her head.
Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?
>I sigh and take the box, grabbing an oven pan and some tinfoil.
Alright, because you asked nicely...
>She giggled and jumped up and down as I poured out the fish sticks, laying them out better so they wouldn't stick together.
I LOOOOVE fish!
>I chuckle as I throw the fishsticks into the oven.
I can see.
>As I wait for the fishsticks to cook, Tali and Erika begin to chat it up.
Hey, Anon? 
>I raise my head as I hear Erika pipe up.
Hm?
Can we talk for a second?
>I nod and follow her.
>She leads me into the bedroom and shuts the door behind us. I sit down on the bed, her following.
What's up?
>Suddenly, she starts kissing me and rubbing my crotch.
>She goes from calm to horny in a second, damn.
Erika, we have a guest here...
>She silences me with another kiss, bringing my dick out as she strokes it.
I'll make it quick...
>She blushes as she talks to me.
You got me all excited at the range trip, and I couldn't hold it any longer.
>I groan out from the sudden attention as we begin to give each other tongue.
>This girl, I swear...
>She slowly and teasingly strips naked of her clothes, her red eyes fixiated on me as she threw her shorts in my face.
>I pull her shorts off as she begins to kiss down my stomach, teasingly skipping the tip as she gives a small peck on my balls.
>I moan out as she gently kisses her way up my shaft, her soft lips feeling like heaven against me.
>Suddenly, the door opens.
Hey, what's taking you guys so lo-
>We both turn to look at her, Erika's hair brushing against my exposed glans.
>My cock is pointed toward her. I expected her to scream or something, but instead she just stands there.
>PANIC.jpg
>Erika slowly smirks a bit though, her horniness probably clouding her judgement.
You can join us, if you want...
>Tali blushes hard, but her tail curls up like a question mark.
>She slowly walks over and joins us in the 'let's play with Anon's dick while someone coukdnwalk right in' game.
>The catgirl is inspecting my appendage, much like a certain someone a few days ago...
>She rubs her button nose against it, the musky smell filling her nostrils.
>She purrs a little bit and rubs her head against my dick.
>I am incredibly okay with this.
>She wraps an Oakley glove covered hand around my shaft and slowly strokes it.
Is this right, Anon?
>That actually really fucking hurts, stop please.
>Before I can say anything, Erika pipes up.
Well, since you have gloves on, you can try something blowing him.
>She thinks for a second, then nods in understanding.
Alright, I can do that.
>She puffs up her cheeks and slowly blows air on my tip as if it were a spoon of hot soup.
>Fucking wow.
>Erika face palms and gently pushes her head away.
Watch what I do.
>She gently kisses my tip, and then slides my dick into her mouth, gently pulling back and letting it fall out.
Now you try.
>Tali nods, and kisses the tip, just like she did.
>Except she just starts going to fucking town on me.
>She sucks on me hard, getting leverage by gently placing her hands on my pubic area, her thumbs and index fingers in as diamond around my base.
Oh fuck... 
>Erika sees this and gently pulls her off of me, Tali succing until the last second.
Alright, you seem to have that... down, I guess...
>Erika crawls over in front of me and gently picks up her tits.
>Wait.
>Is she...
>No....
>She plops them right around my dick.
>She squeezes them together and moves them up and down, my tip poking out between her breasts every time she brings them down.
>Jesus fucking Christ you people, I can only get so hard.
>Erika moves off of me, and I see Tali slide her shirt up to just below her nipples.
>She grabs my dick and puts them between her squeezed together tits, just bouncing up and down to stimulate me.
>Every time my tip pokes out of her breasts, she kisses it and gently licks around it.
>Oh my god, this is heaven on earth...
>I can see Erika get visibly annoyed, since Tali seems to be great at everything.
>She moves Tali off and straddles me in reverse cowgirl, grabbing my dick and sinking her ass down on me, bouncing up and down. I can hear the slaps, and I can see her beautiful booty shake in front of me. I hear her moans too, and I can't take it anymore.
>After I cum inside her, she gets up off me and, with wobbly legs, sits on the floor.
Alright, if you can get him hard and make him cum again in 10 minutes, then you get my fish sticks, deal?
>Tali's ears perk up as she says this, and she nods.
>I can see Erika's smug look as she sees Tali go down on me.
>She licks all over me, giving some attention to my balls as well. I get erect pretty quickly, and she goes back to her crazy blowjob.
>Once she finishes sucking on me like a gobstopper, she skips the boobjob and simply turns around, lays on her belly, raises her ass, and spreads her cheeks.
I don't know how to do what she did, Anon... Can you do it for me?
>God damn, that's a cute ass.
>I can see Erika smirk as I slowly enter her backdoor, expecting Tali to shreik in pain.
>She just moans.
Oh god, more, please!
>I happily oblige her request, holding onto her hips as I pound into her perky ass. 
>I'm so close.
>I can hear her moans as she grabs the bedsheets, and I can feel her entire body tense as she cums.
>NAPALM STRIKE INBOUND
>I thrust one last time, filling her bubble butt up to the brim.
>I see Erika storm out of the room in disbelief, leaving me alone with Tali.
>She begins to lay on me, purring on my chest as she ever so slightly moves her ass on the dick that was still inside her.
Anon... I liked that...
>I'm still hard inside her, and her actons don't help.
>I grab her ass and thrust into it again, liking this kind of laying down cowgirl position. 
>She shakes her hips from side to side, adding to the stimulation.
>After a few more minutes of this, I cum again inside her.
>I pull out and hear Erika come back with the fish sticks, on three plates.
>Too bad Tali's already asleep.
>Erika chuckles and s to eat her fish sticks, eating some of Tali's too.
>I guess it all worked out in the end.