>How odd it is, when you watch male faces pass you by day after day
>They eyes settle on you as if they are judging a fine sandwich in their fridge
>First their eyes observe your slide marks, then your sights, then the dings and scratches
>Of course when they see me, they dont see any of these things. I have none save for a little wear from the few range days i had
>Then they see my price tag
>"A glock 19 for only 150 dollars? Piece of junk must be broken"
>Oh... how it hurts
>Because, you see, I -am- broken. My geist is a tortured and feeble thing now, after he used me to snuff out the candle that was his life
>I ache for a new home... but at the same time hope i never leave this case
>I am dirty... I am unworthy.
>But today was an odd day. A day when a bright young face peered down at me with her glittering green eyes
>It was the smile... the smile that caught my eye the most
>I saw her wave down a salesman, he told her a few things, she clapped her hands, and then ran off to the computer terminal
>What is she doing, i wondered. She couldnt possibly be buying me. Im... broken?
>But my breath caught when the salesman picked me out the case and whispered to me "Be good, be safe" before tucking me into my case
>Oh Rifle Mother, is this really happening? What if the same thing as before happens? Oh no, what if shes excited because im a bargain suicide tool?
>My mind raced as i sat in my case, waiting
>Soon i felt the jerk of the case, I was aloft!
>She was singing happily as she swung me back and forth
>I wanted to cry out in joy... but... but what if she was happy to die?
>She settled me down somewhere in her car and she began to drive
>I inwardly and mentally fidgeted the car ride, I hadnt been in a case in almost a month and it was starting to get very stuffy in here
>She stopped suddenly and i slid off the seat with a thunk. I would have cursed if i wasnt in my pistol form
>"Sorry there 'lil love" I heard outside the case, and i was born aloft once more

>I heard a door unlock
>The soft patter of shoes on carpet
>Then the cry of a happy cat trilling just below my case
>I had seen a cat only once from a distance, to have one so close sent a thrill through me
>I was set down and the crisp clack of my case latches came undone, light spilling onto me from her kitchen lights
>"Oh arent you just the prettiest little thing..." The woman coo'd, running her finger down my slide
>It was too much for me, far too fast. I... panicked
>"IM NOT CUUUTTEE!!" I shrieked, popping into my human form
>It was miscalculated, as i was apparently on the EDGE of her counter
>I sprawled and summersulted over the edge of the counter, my feet kicking in the air as my head thudded against the carpet/her feet
>"Oh oh oh come on now stop stop." She tutted after me, grabbing my feet so the rest of me didnt splat onto the ground
>I hung there with my nose against her toes for a moment until she spun me around and righted me, then set me back on the counter
>"Now! Lets get a look at you..." She purred at me, brushing my hair away from my face
>I turned my head away, but i flicked my own eyes at her and took her in
>She had short, short cut hair in a bright red color that matched her eyebrows. She was lean and muscled as if she did some kind of martial arts, but the truth came out with a little hint
>" Youre definitely better looking than my M9 i had in the army" She said, smiling brightly with her sparkling white teeth
>"M...M9s are show ponies anyway..." I muttered, and couldnt help but smile a little when she laughed
>Her soft hands cupped both of my cheeks and turned my face towards her, and she brought her own face infront of mine, the laughter quietly fading
>"I think im going to like you, lil love." She said with a grin, and lightly rubbed the tip of her nose against mine
>I blushed furiously and looked down at my toes, my hands tucked between the thighs of my khaki pants
>"Why were you in that shop, lil love?" 

> I hesitated when she asked me the question, and my eyes fell to her collar bones, away from her eyes.
>"My owner... didnt... want me anymore" I stammered out, my eyes burning hot with shameful tears
>I didnt want to ruin what she already thought of me. What if she took me back to the store? What if she didnt want me anymore?
>"Oooh who wouldnt want a cute little thing like you?" She crooned at me and hugged my head to her chest. For being so muscled and wirey, she still had enough... flesh there to cause me some trouble to breath
>"Youre nothing but a sweet drop of sugar, you know that?" She said, using her thumb to wipe away the tears on my right eye
>I sniffed, my arms hanging limp in her embrace
>"Im... Im broken. Im D-Dirty!" I shouted into her chest, and I couldnt stop from crying and shuddering in her arms
>"H-He put me in his m-mouth and pulled the t-t-trigger! He said a-all these s-sweet things to me bef-"
>She pulled me into her chest more, stiffling my mouth
>She filled the small gap between us and hugged me close, her hand petting the back of my head
>"Ssssh sshh its okay, ssh..." She whispered at me, and my spine crawled as she touched the back of my head
>But at the same time... it felt good. To be held
>I must have cried for some time, but when she finally pulled away, the front of her shirt was a mess of tears and other fluids that caused embarrassment 
>With a swoop she scooped me up into her arms in a cradle and walked me over to the couch
>She plopped down with me in her lap and flicked on the tv with the remote
>Whenever i tried to speak she shushed me by pressing her knuckle softly to my lips, and would run her fingers through my hair
>I laid there in her lap, my cheek against her thigh, her fingers through my hair... and fell asleep right there
>It must have been.. some hours after when i woke up, tucked into a blanket with a pillow under my head on the couch
>She was gone, but I could hear her in the kitchen
>"Mrow?"

>Startled and groggy, I sat up a little to see a white cat with a black nose looking down at me
>Cats were pretty things up close, and this one seemed to be nice enough to let me touch it
>I touched it's nose lightly with my index finger, and again it let forth a sharp "Neow" at my intrusion
>My eyes and face felt crusty, and I felt hungry from the smells wafting in through the kitchen
>Staying in pistol form reneged on the obedience to food and water, and I had been a pistol for a very long time. Even our spirits need nourishment...
>Silently I crept out of the cocoon of blankets and crept towards the kitchen under the glow of the TV
>Night had fallen some hours ago, and my tummy told me it was dinner time
>I poked a half of my face around the corner of the kitchen door and spied on my new shooter, happily nodding away to the quiet music playing from her phone, just barely aduble over her cooking
>She was wearing boxers of all things, and a tank top
>My eyebrows rose up at the sight, what kind of girl wears boxers as regular pants?
>My cover was blown as she caught me duck back around the corner as her head was turning
>"Heeey booger eyes, get back over here and wash your face." She giggled at me, holding out a wet wash rag while stirring the mystery substance in the pan
>I reached around the corner and took the rag, wiping my eyes and face clean of the shame i let out earlier
>However as i went to hand the rag back, she gripped me by the wrist and yanked me into the kitchen
>"Show me your moves girl!" She shouted and began to spin me around, then pulling me in tight to her 
>She leaned me down into a dip, her sparkling green eyes looking down at me and her smile gleaming
>I couldn't help but blush, wide eyed at her explosion of movement and the way she held me
"W-What..." I gushed, and she just laughed again and pulled me back up, giving me a rough hug
>"Oooooh you're just so cute!" She crowed, pulling my head tight into her chest again
>I... smiled

>Despite what I had thought earlier, the hoodie she had been wearing had been hiding alot of the body to go with her muscle
>Her arms were toned, but her chest was still ample, her stomach soft with an under tone of stout muscle, and her boxers seemed very.. full on the back side
>Still, being hugged so many times did elicit a very quiet giggle from me... I had missed this kind of contact
>I looked up from between her chest and she was smiling back down at me with her emerald eyes again
>I could feel my soul start to slowly burn, like a blacksmith's forge being breathed to life after a long cold
>This... this isnt right. Us Waffegeists do fall in love with our shooters after some time in order to perfect our combat readiness, but shooters were normally male!
>I cant... I mean is it even?...
>But still the fire slowly stoked itself in my chest, and my face flushed as I felt her soft fingers scratching my back
>"Comfortable down there?" She quipped, wiggling her shoulders to cause her mounds to softly giggle as well
>I yanked my head from her chest and wiggled out of her arms, hurridly brushing at my clothes and tugging at the color of my shirt 
>Was getting a little... hot under there
>Stupidly I looked her in the eyes and blurted "Hungryfoodplease", yanking on my collar to fluff cool air back onto my hot flesh
>"Oh yes yes yes." She tittered and spun around, plucking the pan off of the stove and plunking it on the counter.
>I was still hot to the touch, and while I was warned this would happen, it was never the less annoying to suffer under
>Just when I thought I had it under control, she said something about more cups and bent over to open her dishwasher
>I stood there gaping like an idiot as her rump perked into the air, giving a slight wiggling as she pulled more cups, forks, and plates from the machine
>The Mother of Rifles left out some things

>Despite what I had thought earlier, the hoodie she had been wearing had been hiding alot of the body to go with her muscle
>Her arms were toned, but her chest was still ample, her stomach soft with an under tone of stout muscle, and her boxers seemed very.. full on the back side
>Still, being hugged so many times did elicit a very quiet giggle from me... I had missed this kind of contact
>I looked up from between her chest and she was smiling back down at me with her emerald eyes again
>I could feel my soul start to slowly burn, like a blacksmith's forge being breathed to life after a long cold
>This... this isnt right. Us Waffegeists do fall in love with our shooters after some time in order to perfect our combat readiness, but shooters were normally male!
>I cant... I mean is it even?...
>But still the fire slowly stoked itself in my chest, and my face flushed as I felt her soft fingers scratching my back
>"Comfortable down there?" She quipped, wiggling her shoulders to cause her mounds to softly giggle as well
>I yanked my head from her chest and wiggled out of her arms, hurridly brushing at my clothes and tugging at the color of my shirt 
>Was getting a little... hot under there
>Stupidly I looked her in the eyes and blurted "Hungryfoodplease", yanking on my collar to fluff cool air back onto my hot flesh
>"Oh yes yes yes." She tittered and spun around, plucking the pan off of the stove and plunking it on the counter.
>I was still hot to the touch, and while I was warned this would happen, it was never the less annoying to suffer under
>Just when I thought I had it under control, she said something about more cups and bent over to open her dishwasher
>I stood there gaping like an idiot as her rump perked into the air, giving a slight wiggling as she pulled more cups, forks, and plates from the machine
>The Mother of Rifles left out some things

>Out of frustration and embarrassment I ran to the couch and just pulled the blanket over me
>Why was I having THESE kind of feelings over a female shooter?
>The Mother of Rifles always stated in the terms that we were going to be dealing with male shooters... right?
>Well no... she just always said your shooter
>And to follow our hearts
>And to let our spirits bond with our shooter...
>As a matter of fact she never said anything about genders
>B-But all the other pistols, and even the TV at my old owners home said that it was a a+b kind of thing, a man and a woman
>W-Was it even right to have these kinds of feeling about a female shooter?
>"Ta dah!" She shouted, whipping the blanket off of me with a flourish, exposing my huddled form 
>"Dinner time." She said, setting a plate and a can of beer infront of me, then switching on the TV
>... Beer? Can I even have beer? Food looks good though...
>Tentatively I grabbed the can of the fizzying liquid and held it to my lips, the foam spilling into my mouth 
>It tasted of wheat, and filled my nose with it's creamy head, causing me to sneeze fitfully
>She seemed to like it though, giggling softly at me
>I did not enjoy her... teasing, and glowered at her half heartily before going in for a second go at the can
>It tasted cold and refreshing though, not sure what the big deal about it was
>I set the can down and set to the plate of food, some kind of chicken and rice dish with jalapenos 
>She may not look like a male shooter, but she certainly cooks like one
>My hunger was immense, and I finished the plate in lightening speed, forcing past a choke at one point from over stuffing my face
>With another draught of the canned beer, I was feeling pretty good, and the flame in my chest felt happily flicking with warmth
>A heard a crisp clack of a metal and a hiss of carbonation, and turned my head to see her holding another can towards me
>"Here yah go slugger, have at it." She said, smiling that wonderful smile

>Happily I took the can and drank it down, and it did help quite a bit with the burning on my tongue
>And I swear... the more I drank of the stuff, the better I felt
>As a matter of fact I felt fantastic... maybe this was why people drank this stuff
>The more I drank, the more I wanted to talk, and the more I found myself staring at her with admiration for coming to the store and picking me out of all the other pistols
>"Yourrrr pretty cool, y'know that." I said, scooting over next to her and nuzzling my face into her shoulder
>She just laughed and hooked her arm around me, pulling me in tight
>"Nice to hear you say something without crying little do-... Are you drunk off 2 beers?" She said quizzically, her eyebrow raised 
>"Pfffff me? What the hell is drunk? Im not drunk your drunk." I slurred, trying to stand up
>As a matter of fact, yes, yes I was drunk, which is apparently a higher form of happiness
>Instead of standing my legs saw it more fit to flop, and I spilled into her lap
>All the better, as I wanted more of those pillows anyway
>With bubbles dictating my brain, I nuzzled deep into her breasts with a purr and hugged her around the middle
>She seemed fine with it, laughing softly and just pulling me tight into her with her free arm while the other held her beer away from my apparent groping hand
>"Giv' me'r" I slurred again, muffled by her right breast
>"Nah, Im cutting you off yah little booze hound." She laughed while saying, squeezing her chest together to contain me
>This was the last thing I remembered till the following morning, from then to bed being a kind of fuzzy blurr
>I remember shucking my pants, but the rest, blurr. Beer blurr
>What I dont remember is getting into bed
>What I also dont remember is getting into bed with her
>My eyes dont need to open to tell her arms are wrapped around me, or that her face is in the nape of my neck, her tight grip and breath being enough to tell me that
>That, and her hand on my chest...

>"Youre not soiled little love, youre as bright as a morning sky." She said in a hushed tone, running a hand through my hair softly
>The ember pulsed and glowed again, and started to grow
>"Neither are you ruined. You are perfect in my eyes. Wont you look in my eyes and not at the floor for me?" She cooed again, and I flicked my eyes to hers
>the embers began to catch and grow slowly as I stared into the eyes of my shooter, her warmth spreading through me
>"And youre not dirty, but you will be after today." She said with a smirk, and leaned down
>I closed my eyes for a brief moment and felt her nose brush against my own
>But I was surprised w hand closed around my neck
>I was in my pistol form instantly, and she wasted no time slamming home a magazing
>I was ready
>She gripped me tightly and racked my slide
>I was more than ready. I was EAGER
>I wanted to shoot straight
>I wanted to destroy my target
>I wanted to function
>I wanted to... please her
>And please her i did.
>We must have ran through almost 300 rounds of ammunition before we had a moment to pause
>I had never felt better or more complete in my short life as a pistol
>The way she gripped me
>Her smooth and perfect trigger squeeze
>And the pleasurable smack of her reloading
>I had almost forgotten the pleasure of being shot with such skilled hands
>She used me effortlessly, humming softly as she shot and reloaded
>We were alone at first, but soon other shooters arrived and I couldn't hear her humming as easily
>She must have noticed, because she seemed to make sure to smile down at me and run her finger along my slide
>All it did was stoke the fire within me to please and serve her, with every touch

>the shooting continued for almost 150 rounds of ammunition, and even called for some brief pauses so she could take off my slide and rub some oil on my rails
>To say I didn't get a shiver of pleasure from being oiled in public, would be a lie
>Not that it was... super public or anything, we were in a shooting stall after all
>But when a blast of from the shooter next to us went off, i almost shot my spring down the range from the panic
>"Ah ah..." She had said, seeing my guide rod jerk and tapped it back into place with her soft.. oily hands
>Finally, she seemed to have gotten her fill of gunpowder and noise, and set me down on the bench
>I looked up at her grinning face, a little speck of carbon had gotten onto her chin and it looked adorable
>She bent down for a moment and came back up with a package I recognized instantly
>Field Wipes! She was gonna make me sparkle before putting me back into her holster!
>I was unable to contain myself, it had been years since someone had taken field wipes to me and I was excited to be cleaned again
>With a woosh I was back into my geist form and kicking my legs happily on the bench, and she laughed while tearing the little hole in the package, pulling out a single wipe afterwards
>I looked up at her again as she slightly squinted her eyes and began to run the cool cloth along my forehead, taking away the light coating of carbon
>Aaaahhh.... so good...
>I closed my eyes and coo'd while she wiped away at my face, and giggled when she roughly smooshed my cheeks together with her hands and the wipe, feigning rough scrubbing 
>"Such a dirty little thing you are! How on earth can I put you back in my holster?" She mused and laughed with me, before giving my nose a quick kiss with the wipe
>"Now," She breathed, leaning down and giving me a small kiss on the forehead, "Back into the holster, love."
>I had just enough time to smile before she gently cupped my neck, and I was back in my pistol form, grip in her hand

>She tucked me back into her shoulder holster, and I was again bathed in the smell of fabric softener and her own smell
>I could tell she had worked up a light sweat and had enjoyed herself... the aroma of her skin was almost intoxicating
>Suddenly everything was dark, but she must have pulled a sweater out of her range bag judging from the super loose knit
>As a matter of fact the knitting was so loose i could still see outside and hear well enough
>[Huh... must be a way to carry me concealed I guess]
>[...I wonder if she just wears this while shes at home...]
>I felt her breast shift against me as she bent down to grab the range bag, and the sudden images of her lounging in the house with only this on while I say curled in her lap made a little oil leak out of my slide
>[Sure is hot in this holster...]
>Soon we were making our way out of the range and back into her car
>"Gotta grab us some food little love, and I know the perfect place..." She said with an almost evil grin, and I was curious just as to where this was
>However the amount of shock I felt when we pulled into the Whole Foods parking lot would have been enough to be formed into sheet metal and stamped into a rifle
>"Why hello there! Good morning!" My shooter exclaimed and raised the arm I was tucked under
>The lights glinted off of my slide and I was QUITE CLEARLY showing and printing to anyone in viewing distance
>I almost bursted into parts right there in my holster from the amount of fright that was rocketing through me
>Either my shooter was insane, or an absolute SADIST
>She reached down and gave me a reassuring pat, due to the fact I was vibrating so violently that her breast was visibly moving
>This also elicited small giggles from her since it tickled, and I did my best to keep still and stow away the fear
>She seemed to feel no fear at all, and bounced around the store picking out her edibles
>I myself kept an eye on the workers, their hateful glares following us everywhere

>"Man! This aged Vermont cheddar hits the spot after a range day." She exclaimed and picked a handful of the little samples out of the serving container at the cheese bar
>[FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO!] I screamed in my head, and I began to shake again
>This tickled her, and she giggled around her mouthful of cheese before squeezing me tight with her elbow
>... the slideful of plush breast did calm my nears slightly, I cant say it didnt...
>However she continued her almost mental terrorism on the workers, who seemed to give her a wide berth and scattered like startled chickens when she bursted into an aisle full of them and asked where the tortilla chips were
>She had her fill, eventually, and the cashiers here were faster than I ever remember seeing them anywhere else
>It didnt hurt that she made a grand time of yawning with both her hands in the air, printing me almost comically on her literally see through sweater
>I was close to passing out from the stress of it all...
>My stress plummeted back to normal levels as soon as we passed out of the automatic doors, and I faintly caught a small sign that I had missed before
>"CONCEAL CARRY ONLY, NO OPEN CARRY"
>Ah... so she did all this on purpose. She was an evil one alright
>Inwardly I did smile at her naughtiness, and I spent the ride home day dreaming of when we had enough confidence to open carry in blatant violation of their silly rules, the looks of fear of the employees, the yelling, the drama...
>... Maybe even more so if she just wore the sweater...
>My thoughts became so lost in the gutter that I didnt even notice we were back home and in the kitchen until she pulled me out of the holster
>I was wet and slippery with oil, and I looked up into her puzzled face
>As soon as she set me down I popped into my geist form, sweat pouring down my face and neck
>"S-Sure was hot with that sweater on!" I stammered and did my best to muster an innocent smile


>As hard as I tried, the sweat still ran down my flushed face and her eyes seem to see through me like I was cellphane
>"Oh, were hot?" She questioned, and in a mocking gasp she grabbed me into a bear hug, one of her hands cupping the back of my head as she buried me nose deep into her cleavage
>I sputtered in surprise and flailed my arms in panic as i gasped for breath, but her arms held me close as she swooned and carried on
>"My poor little love! Being held prisoner is such sweltering conditions! Whatever will become of my poor absued glock!" She cried, laughing near the end due to my more violent struggling until i finally got myself free from her hands
>"M-Master honestly!" I gasped and pulled at my collar rapidly to vent the hot air and suck some cooler air on my sweating chest
>My face was flush with... arousal AND embarrassment
>"Master eh? Thats Ma'am to you, you little 9mm, boobie nuzzling, butt looking-" She growled and scooped me up again, blowing raspberries into my neck and face
>I squealed, much to my chagrin, but it was followed by my own shrieks of laughter as I tried to battle her away with my sweaty arms
>She seemed to run out of steam, and finally halted her assault with a final smooch on the forehead before making her way out of the kitchen 
>"Im gonna go shower love, pull yourself together while im away." She teased at me, pulling up her shirt as she walked away
>My eyes stayed glued to her back, but she rounded the corner before I could see anymore
>"A-Alright!" I called after, walking forwards alittle while I did
>With a huff I wiped at the sweat on my face with the hem of my shirt before pulling it off myself due to how it stuck to my frame
>I stood there in the kitchen as the chilly air conditioning instantly cooled me down, and I lifted my chin to the cool winds
>What was I going to do with her?...
>My ears picked up the sound of the shower turning on, and I opened my eyes with a pop
>"... a shower together wouldn't hurt..."