Alright, this is my first writefag attempt, pls no bully.

>A sigh emmited from my inner being as I absently munched on some popcorn, watching Saving Private Ryan for the nth time.
>The day was still young, but I couldn't be assed to do any tying today.
>Suddenly my doorbell rings.
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>I reluctantly get up to answer the door. I open it, and see my grandfather there.
Hey, Anon! How's your day?
>My grandpa is a total bro. He's a Vietnam vet, and served as a sniper.
Oh, not too bad. Just a little bored, that's all.
Ah. Well, I need to show you something.
>I let him inside, and I see that he's carrying a cardboard box. I offer to help, but he politely refuses. 
>After a few minutes of chit chat, I break the ice.
What's in the box?
>Gramps gives a slight smirk and hands me a pocketknife to cut off the tape.
See for yourself.
>I nod and cut off the tape securing the top of the box. It was a longer box, so it took a little bit to cut it.
>In anticipation, I slowly open the flaps, and the sight that greets me is something I couldn't have prepared for.

>It's a Garand that appears to be in somewhat decent shape, the aged stock full of dents and marks from use. 
>Wait a second.
>Is that...?
>No...
>It has a side mounted scope and a leather cheekrest on it, canted to the side to allow for comfortable shooting without disrupting the action.
>This is no ordinary Garand.
>This is an M1D.
>Like the ones used in 'Nam.
>I look up at my grandfather, a bewildered look on my face. He simply nods, and smirks.
Grandpa... I can't .
>He waves his hand, as if he's dismissing my remark.
Take it, Anon. My eyes are getting worse with my age, and I know how much you like your history. I'm not comfortable selling it, since I don't know where the hell it'll end up. I know it's in safe hands with you, though.
>As he says this, I begin to finger fuck my grandfather's service rifle. It's a beautiful rifle, even with all it's dings and blemishes.
I... I don't know what to say.
>My grandpa just smirks like he always does.
Then don't. Take good care of her, Anon. I trust you here.
>He soon exits my small house, leaving me holding the sexiest rifle I've ever seen.

>I return back to my movie, the popcorn long since forgotten as I look my rifle over.
>The metal finish is in good shape, the dark grey steel cool to the touch. 
>I shoulder the rifle and begin to try and line up the scope correctly. It takes a bit of practice, but I get the hang of it soon enough.
>In my temporary distraction from reality, my throat grows sore, and I realize I need a drink.
>I get up from my couch, walking into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of iced tea.
>Suddenly, I hear a quiet groan from the living room.
What...
>Confused, I set my plastic glass down and slowly entered the room.
>I see a blonde girl sitting on my couch, slowly opening a pair of blue, spectacled eyes. She's wearing an olive green jacket with the sleeves rolled up, along with a pair of olive pants and black boots. Her perky breasts press against her shirt, with her thick thighs and hips filling out her pant seat nicely.
Uh...

>Her head quickly whips toward me, a faint pink tint on her cheeks.
Oh, hello. 
>My jaw hangs open as I try to formulate a response.
Uh... Who the hell are you, and why are you in my house?
>She looks at me quizzically, as if I should know the answer to that already.
I'm your rifle. Don't you know?
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...rifle?
>She sighs, and where I once saw a girl, I saw the M1D. Then. I see the girl again.
This... is new...
>She giggles and walks over to me. Her thicc hips sway as she comes over, her eyes looking at me intently through a pair of corrective lenses.
Well, first things first, what's your name?
>As she asks me, she takes a drink of my tea.
A-anon. You?
>Her giggle sounds again.
I don't have one right now, you'll have to give me one.
>I begin to mull over what names I could give her.

Alice.
>She looks up at me as she drinks the tea, thinking it over herself. She then nods, setting the glass down.
I like the name.
>I smile at her, and she smiles back. 
So, Anon, what now?
>I begin to think again, wondering what we could do.
When was the last time you were cleaned?
>She nearly chokes on her tea, a heavy blush forming on her cheeks.
C-cleaned?
>I raise an eyebrow in confusion.
...yes?
>She looks down at her feet, muttering something too quiet to hear clearly.
Hm?
>She repeats it again, now audible.
L-last month...
>God, she was adorable when she was embarrassed.
Well, do you want to be cleaned tonight or no?
>She sets the glass on the table, continuing to blush like nothing else.
S-sure... Where's the bathroom?
>I direct her there, and she walks in, beginning to strip.
>Her ass is now completely visible, filling out a pair of dark orange panties with her pale cheeks. Her breasts do the same to a simple grey tanktop, her nipples slightly poking through.
O-okay anon, be gentle...

>I try not to 'hnnnnnnnnnng' as I slide her tight fitting panties off from around her full ass, a couple of gasps coming from her mouth. I slide her take top over her head as well, going to draw water for a bath in the tub.
Mhm... you're like my old owner... he liked to get a little frisky at cleaning time.
>Damn, grampa was a player.
Well, tell me if you get uncomfortable, Alice.
>She nodded, her cute red blush on her cheeks still as she removed her glasses. She set them on the sink counter before she stepped in and sat down in the water. 
>I take out a wash rag and squirt some Balistol onto it, beginning to wipe her body down.
You can come in with me if you want, Anon...
>A cute girl was asking me to join in a bath with her, and she was also a fucking gun.
>My life is fucking crazy.
Uh... sure...
>I slowly begin to strip, my flat stomach and normal sized pectorals looking decently attractive, by normal standards. I slip my pants off, hoping she doesn't notice my half chub as I step in. 
Mhm... mind getting my stock?
>I have no fucking idea what part of her is the stock.
S-stock?
>She nods and bends over, her thick, shining ass presented to me. 
Go ahead...
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>I begin to wipe down her ass with a wood cleaning agent, hearing her soft moans as I handle her ass.
>She then takes a quick peek between her legs.
Damn, nice boner.
>oh god what
I'm not letting you inside me, though. 
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Erm... why not?
>She gives a small smirk as she turns around, pressing her soft breasts against your chest and shoving her face into mine.
Well, I know you're related to my old owner, but if you like my body, then you'll have to earn it. Your grandfather spent 4 years in the jungle with me, he sure as hell earned it.
>Well then, at least she seems interested.
How do I earn it then?
>She smiled and turned around, pressing her sweet ass against my dick.
>I am become diamond, destroyer of pussy.
I'll give you a challenge. One week in the woods with me, 40 pounds of gear max, and accurate target shooting.
>She begins to slide up and down my shaft, her thicc cheeks swallowing my cock.
>BLOWOUT SOON, FELLOW STALKER
I'll just finish you off here, since I pity you, you little faggot.
>She turns around and kisses down my stomach, her hand jerking my stiff cock off. I barely keep my moans in, her soft palms like silk against my virgin dick.
>Then, she does the unthinkable.
>She swallows my entire dick into her mouth, looking up into my eyes and her tongue massaging my tip.
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>I cum harder than I ever could have fapping.
>She swallows it and smirks, stepping out of the bath, leaving me there to bask in the aftermath of my first succ


>It's been about a week since my M1D came to life.
>I've been shooting her a bit, since I need the target practice.
>That, and the PING tickles my pickle.
>The main problem is finding 30-06 that's not fucking expensive.
>Hornady charges $340 for 200 rounds, the fuck is this jewerey
>Thankfully, I managed to find a couple surplus spam cans for a little over $200 each.
>It's M2 Ball, her favorite.
>Anyway, I began to git gud with it, and I can consistantly hit the center from 400 yards out.
>Now all that remains is to go on my innawoods trip to show her I'm not a bench queen.
>I put on an olive green jacket with sheepskin lining since it's begun to snow outside. I then slip on a pair of green cargo pants, wearing a pair of long johns under it. I then lace up an old pair of black hiking boots.
>Lastly, I put on my good luck hat.
>It's a grey Velcro patch hat with a 'Space Shuttle Door Gunner' patch on it.
>I then pack a hiking pack with numerous items like food, extra clothing, tools, cooking utensils, fire starters, all that shit.
>I clip a multitool holster on the left side of my belt, putting my Leather an inside. I then put a sheath on my right thigh and put a machete inside it.
>It's old, but it's sharp, and works well.
>As I stuff my cargo pants pockets with 8 round clips, Alice walks up to me.
You're actually doing this?
>I look up, and she's giving me a warm smile.
I don't have much else better to do, and that ass mesmerises me.
>She giggles and blushes a bit.
Well, let's see how this goes.
>The rifle materializes in my hands, and I take the last remaining clip, and slide it into the open action.
>CLACK!
>OH FUCK OWOWOWOWOWOWOW
>Anon!
>Alice suddenly goes to her human form to get her action off my thumb. She hugs me, repeatedly asking if I'm okay, and that she's sorry.
I'm... I'm fine. Just stings a little.
>She continues to have a horrified look on her face.
I'm so sorry, Anon, I just...
>She sighed as I calmed her down.
Hey, it's okay. 
>Suddenly, a thought pops into my head.
You seem awfully concerned about me.
>Her pupils widen a bit behind her glasses, and she grows a blush.
I just don't want to hurt you...
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>She then goes back to rifle form as I walk out the door, beginning my trek into the woods.

>About a couple miles out, I begin to pitch up a shelter made out of a tarp. I make sure the area is clear before I pitch it, mainly because I don't want soggy clothes in this cold weather. I unroll my surplus sleeping bag lined with down, Alice helping to set up a fire ring. She places numerous rocks in a clearing, using an e-tool she has in her combat kit to dig a small hole.
That good, Anon?
>I look over and nod, continuing to set up the shelter. Once it's all set up and stable, I smear it with mud and pile branches and snow on to camouflage it, the black not showing through in most spots. 
>I set out with my rifle to get some good kindling and firewood, finding that all of it is soggy on the ground.
>I grumble and try to find s solution. Then, I look up at the dry twigs and branches of the upper trees.
>Bingo.
>I sling Alice over my shoulder, leaving my backpacks at the foot of the tree. I begin to hack at the branches, until I hear a deep roar below me.
>I look down, and about 15 feet below me is a black bear, pawing at my pack a bit.
>He looks up and growls, clawing at the tree.
>Then the motherfucker starts climbing.
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>I quickly raise the M1D and shoulder it, remaining perched on a sturdy branch.
>Let my aim be true, O John Garand
>I fire twice, my ears ringing like hell.
>The bear falls down, a bloody trail down the tree.
>In a panic, I dump the whole clip into him, the PING barely heard over the ringing of my ears.
>It's dead, it has to be dead.
>I slowly, carefully climb down, jumping at the slightest noise.
>Okay, it's dead.
>Once I reach the bottom, Alice forms beside me.
Fuck, Anon... that was both intense and very pleasurable...
>I don't respond for a few seconds, waiting for me heart rate to calm down.
Let's go back to camp...

>An hour later, night begins to fall. I light a fire with the wood we gathered, and after a small meal of beef jerkey I crawl into my sleeping bag, leaving Alice leaning on a tree.
>Five minutes after I get snuggled in, I hear an unzipping noise, and a warm body pressed against me.
Can't sleep, Alice?
>She lets out a soft sigh as she zips the sleeping bag back up.
Yeah... I'm more used to warm environments...
>Probably Nam.
That, and I feel safe with you, Anon...
>I look at her quizzically.
Safe?
>She turns her head to mine and nods.
You put down a pissed off black bear, Anon. That's pretty brave of you 
>She then decides to press that ass against me, her presumably knowing the certain appendage she's pressing it on...
And I think that commands a little respect.
>She unzips the sleeping bag and begins to strip off her shirt, straddling me as she takes hersjort tanktop off, the firelight causing her breasts to glow in the darkness, and the chilly air to cause her nipples to harden.
Let's see what you got...
>She leans down and kisses me, my hands instinctively resting on her waist...

>She slowly and seductively unzips my jacket and slides up my shirt, running her fingertips from my pectorals to my waistline.
>I'm left speechless as she begins to unbutton my pants, her blonde hair falling to my hips as she concentrates on her work.
>I'm left in my boxers, my dick straining against my boxers from the attention.
>She bites her lower lip as she teasingly slides back up again, going back to kiss me.
>I feel her hard nipples run across my chest as I undo her belt, hurriedly unbuttoning her pants and sliding them to mid thigh, leaving her in nothing but her rustic orange panties as she kicks the pants off her slender legs.
It's cold, Anon... mind warming me up a bit?
>Her voice is so deep and sultry it causes my dick to throb against her. She smiles and presses her body closer, her tits squishing against my chest. 
>I slowly slide down my boxers to let my dick free, it poking out from between her thighs.
>She giggles and rubs her thicc thighs together against my throbbing member, causing me to groan out.
>This girl is going to be the death of my dick, I swear.
>She reaches down, and I can hear the waist line of Alice's panties slide down her thighs and off her legs.
>I can feel her wetness as she sits up and continues to straddle me, my dick in front of her. She begins to softly stroke it as she whispers into the air.
I need you, Anon...

>She slowly slides it inside her, the tip gently parting her tight folds. She gasps as the tip clears, some shaft following.
It feels bigger than it looks...
>I feel her nails gently poke my tender flesh down there as she guides it further in, until I feel her ass on my legs and her sparse pubic hair on mine.
Anon... I'm gonna start moving...
>Her breathing is more ragged now, and I can see her glasses fog up she slowly raises herself up, then slides back down again.
>Her walls feel like heaven, constrconstrricting around me as she gets used to the feeling.
>She begins to speed up, gentle sounds of skin contacting skin piercing the quiet night air, mixed in with our soft moans as we made love.
>I couldn't bear having her have to do all the work for me. I couldn't just stand by without her feeling what I did. She was my rifle, and I needed to take care of her.
>I sit up and kiss her by surprise, causing her to temporarily halt, her pupils dilating and her cheeks tinting red.
Anon, what are you-
>I kiss her once more to quiet her and gently lay her on her back on the soft down.
>Her legs are on either side of me, her face looking at me, as if she were confused.
>I grab her sides and begin to thrust in, causing her pupils to shrink, and for her to let out a loud, sharp moan.
Oh, god!
>I speed up, sweat dripping from my forehead as I go faster, but all I can see is her beautiful face as she clung to the bottom half of the sleeping bag.
Anon... I... I'm not gonna last much longer...!
>Good.

>I speed up even more, her shrill moans of pleasure like music to my ears as she wraps her legs around my waist.
>She lets put a last moan as she tightens around me and squeezes by waist as hard as she can, her toes curling in as she feels such immense pleasure.
>I release inside her at the same time she did, leaving us both a panting mess as we bask in the afterglow.
>I think my soul went into her with my semen.
>I slowly pull out and hold onto Alice, her continuing to pant as she rests her soft head on my chest.
>She manages to look up at me and kiss me again, our breath intermixing as we pull away.
I've never felt this good before, Anon...
>A soft smile grows on her face as she buried it into my chest again.
I love you, Anon...
>Smiling myself, I nuzzle my head into her hair.
I love you too, Alice...
>I zip up the sleeping bag around us, falling asleep to the soft glow of orange on a blonde haired beauty.
>But just not any beauty.
>My beauty.


I wake up at the crack of dawn, the overcast sky gaining a slight tint of grey with the sun behknd them. Alice was resting on top of me, her dirty blonde hair draped on my chest. She was still naked, and pressed herself against me for warmth. Her titties were pressed against my stomach, the njpples still hard from the cold air.
>I find myself to be a bit cold too, so I gently shake her shoulder.
Alice, time to get up, honey...
>She simply buries her head further into my chest, mumbling something about as few more minutes.
>Okay, fine, I guess I'll have to wake you up the lewd way.
>I slowly slide my hand down her back, coming to her waist. I rear my hand back and move my hand down her body mid flight, a muffled 'slap' coming from under the sleeping bag.
>I grab her ass firmly as I slap it. It still feels firm, but it's smooth like silk and feels like a memory foam pillow.
Anon!
>She looks at me with pouty lips, but I can tell from her blush that she likes it.
I said we have to get up.
>I smile devilishly as she continues to pout, grabbing her glasses and slipping them on as she unzips the sleeping bag, sliding out and standing in the cold air, naked with her breath visible.
Well, last night was great, Anon. 
>She begins to slip on her bright orange panties, sliding her pants over them. She puts on a Korean War era mountain coat, foregoing her bra and tanktop.
>I slide my clothes back on as well, going to my pack and digging out a can of wieners. I pop open the tab and eat some of them, giving Alice the other half.
You in the mood for some hunting?
>She nods as she sucks down a juicy wiener.
>I mean what?

>After we eat breakfast, I load up a new clip in her and put out the campfire, at least what little was left of it. I began to trek into the woods, making as little noise as possible.
>The M1D's wood is cool in my hands, the metal even colder. The scope has small flecks of snow resting on the top, the action and top of the stock getting some on too. 
>For a while, I see nothing of note. It's just me and Alice, trekking through the frozen forest. 
>Kinda reminds me of the snowy mountains in Korea...
>Suddenly, I see a small group of deer drinking from a mostly frozen over stream.
>Bingo.
>I sight in with the scope, taking a knee and stabilizing my aim. I took in a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger.
>CLICK
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>I pull back the charging nub on the side of the receiver, a gleaming 30-06 round falling out.
>The buck in my sights hears this and turns his head, bounding off with the feet of his family.
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Alice?
>She suddenly materializes, hugging her knees to her chest as she sits by a tree.
>What the fuck...
Alice, are you okay?
>I cautiously approach her, seeing that she's crying into her legs.
Alice?
>I put a hand on her shoulder, and she knocks it away, and suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my nose.
>I'm knocked to the ground, and Alice is withdrawing a bayonet from her jacket, walking toward me.
Alice! It's me!
>She grabs me by the jacket and pulls me up, socking me in the face again.
Shut up, you gook fuck!
>Gook?

>She leans over me, pressing her bayonet tip to my Adam's apple.
You think you can come in here and kill my friends, you slant eyed bastard? I should cut you up right now, make myself some Korean barbecue.
>I can feel blood dripping from my nose, and my head feels like I'm magdumping with the stock pressed my forehead.
>Alice has gone through quite a fucking turn. She's dressed up in a complete US Army uniform circa 1950, except her jacket's now ripped up and covered in blood. Her hair is back in a messy bun, flecks of blood and dirt covering her matted hair. Her face is caked in dried mud too, as are her hands.
Mark my fucking words, Pyongyang will be glassed by the end of the year. Little fucks like you will be wiped out by the end of this.
>I can't believe that she's saying so vile shit to me...
>I try to formulate a response.
Alice... Snap out of i-
>Before I can finish, she kicks me swiftly in the windpipe, causing me to clutch my throat as I gasp for air.
I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'LL BURN YOU ALIVE, YOU SCROUNGY LITTLE GOOK FUCK!

>I see her look around, smiling a bit.
I say we give 'ol Ching Ling over here some American hospitality, right guys?
>I see her smile drop as she whips her head around more frantically. 
Guys?
>I can hear her breathing noticably pick up. She looks down at me, and let's out a sharp gasp.
ANON!
>She runs up to my crumpled up form, just barely catching my breath from her kicking my windpipe with a pair of combat boots.
Oh my god, Anon, I'm so sorry!
>She begins to cry into my shoulder, hugging onto me as tightly as she could.
I... I didn't mean it... forgive me, please!
>I roll over onto my back, Alice now crying into my chest. She's back to her old form, her golden locks back to their soft volume.
Can you move, Anon?
>I weakly nod and stand up, Alice supporting me a bit as we walk back to camp.
>She makes me a cup of coffee and sits down next to me as I nurse my bloodied nose and sore face.
Anon... I'm sorry... It comes from my service days.
>She sighs and looks at me.
Let me tell you a story, Anon...