>be anon
>your great grandfather passed away recently, but you didn't know him very well
>he left a small wooden crate with various things to you in his will
>now it was laid on your kitchen table, not even cracked open yet
>you figure you'll get to it after a shower and a drink or three
>after said shower you sit at the table, flipping the latch up and off of the crate, pushing the crate top open
>inside is covered by a blanket with older looking fabric.
>gently taking the blanket out you see a long, thin wooden box, with no markings.
>directly next to it are several old, yellowed boxes of .44-40
>you never took you paps for a gun type.
>you catch something else. A note.
>You take it and unfold it, the small neat scrawl of an older man.
>'anon, i know you like stuff like this, and its the one thing i figured i could left you to remember me by.'
>a small smile crosses your lips as you look at the note. its dated just a few weeks before he passed away.

>you grab the box gingerly, moving the larger one out of the way as you place it on the table
>two small latches keep it closed. 
>snapping them open, you open the case slowly.
>'holy. shit.' 
>its a fucking Winchester Model 1873. 
>the gun that won the fucking west.
>scrawled on the butt stock is a single word
>'Rose'
>The whole thing looks authentic, stock and all
>at this point you were about to shit bricks
>hold on.
>there's another box. smaller and stouter than the last.
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>you move the rifle and its box aside, next to the bigger box. 
>grabbing the smaller box, you notice another set of boxes marked in pencil. 
>.41
>'you got to be joking..'

>opening this box, you can barely contain yourself at this point.
>Its a motherfucking Volcanic Repeating Pistol.
>now you're on the verge of shitting GOLDEN bricks at this point.
>carefully taking the pistol out, you examine it.
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>you flip the pistol over in your hand, noticing scrawl on the handle. 
>smaller this time, but it looked like the same person did it.
>'Daisy'
>you cant help but smile like an idiot at this point. you have two pieces of history in your hands.
>and plenty of ammo.
>'God damn, Paps. You sure do know how to treat a guy.'
>you place the small thing back in its case, moving to remove the ammo from box.
>looking all of it over you deem it serviceable for now
>but you need to find some .44-40 and .41 sometime tomorrow.
>glancing at the clock, you see its late.
>fuck
>placing everything in the box once more, but with the blanket on the bottom this time, you move everything to your room.
>placing everything down in your closet, not bothering to close the top of the case. 
>you'll make sure everything works right tomorrow after work.

>waking up bright and early, you ready yourself for the day.
>shower, coffee, clothes, and food. 
>doing one final check of things, you check your recently acquired treasure.
>everything still there.
>you open both of the cases, just to make sure last night wasnt a wet dream.
>looking at the clock, you realize the time and rush out without closing the cases.
>you slave away the day, time passing relatively quickly.
>coming home, you head for your room.
>wait.
>the shower is running.
>you creep towards the closet, hoping to grab the pistol to confront the person.
>wait a bit.
>the rifle AND the pistol is gone. 
>Shitshitshitshitshit.
>bringing out your knife you take to work with you, you approach the door, grabbing the handle.
>it isnt locked, so you slowly open the door and enter.
>you notice three things immediately
>jeans, chaps, button up shirts and 2 pairs of boots. 
>the next two things are two feminine looking forms behind the opaque glass of the shower. 
>one was rather short, the other a medium height.
>'Who the fuck is in my shower, and what did you do with my guns?!' 
>raising the knife up you stand a few feet from the door
>suddenly, the door opens, two heads peeking through the crack.
'Are you our new owner..?'
>holy shit.
>The tallest one is a dirty blonde, with freckles powdering her nose, cheeks and looks around 24-26
>the shortest one brown hair, cut short, and had a mischievous look about her. she looked about 18-20.
>'Owner..? What do you mean?!'

'Our new owner!'
>The short one piped up, hopping out of the shower.
>turning quickly from the scene, you groaned. you could feel the headache starting to form.
>'I want answers after you two dry and dress..' 
>exit stage left.
>sitting at the kitchen table, you start racking your thoughts.
>Owner? And what did they do with my guns?
>your train of though is cut off as the two entered.
>The shortest was the first one you saw. Short hair, bubbly looking.
>They're both dressed in matching jeans, boots and chaps. The only difference is the color of their shirts.
>the tallest had a red shirt, it stopped directly above her midriff, showing of an athletic stomach.
>the shortest had a yellow one of the same make as hers, except a regular length, and a generous V cut.
'W-We're finished.' 
>they both had a bit of a southern drawl. Not a super noticeable amount, but enough for someone to pick out.
>'Alright. Who are you two, what did you do with my guns, and whats with the get ups?'
'Uh.. I'm Rose.. And this is Daisy.. We ARE your guns..' the tallest one, Rose, says.
>wut.
>theres that headache again.
>'What do you mean you ARE my guns?'
'We really are your guns.' Daisy piped in. 'Look!'
>Before I can catch it, the Volcanic Pistol is back on the table, Daisy side up.
>'You've got to be kidding me....'

'What's your name anyway?' Rose tilts her head rather cutely, Daisy appearing next to her once more.
>'My name is Anon.' 
>You answer kinda shakily, not exactly sure what was happening. 
>Rifle girls? Rifle Spirits? What even were they! 
>'and you two are my guns?' 
>they both nod adamantly. 
'Yes, Sir!' They both answer simultaneously. 
>You look the girls up and down. Rose was a head taller than Daisy. Shoulder length Blonde hair, an athletic body.
>Daisy is sort of on the fuller side. Being rather curvaceous for her height. Large-ish breast pressed against the fabric of the low cut shirt, not leaving to much to the imagination. 
>Your thoughts are cut off by your sudden hunger. Remembering you skipped lunch today to get done with work quicker. 
>'Uh. Are either of you hungry?' 
>Both light up at this, Rose giving you a small nod.

>a little while later, you have three pork-chops sizzling on the stove top.
>there goes dinner for the rest of the week.
>Oh well. 
>Placing the 'chops on the plates, you put one in front of both of them.
'Thanks, Anon!' Daisy chirped.
>she seemed to be the most energetic of the pair, while Rose was more withheld to herself.
>you all three dig in, and you do some research over the 'Gun Spirits' on your phone between bites.
>Huh. Apparently there are a few people who have had experience with them, and they call them Waffengeists. 
>Some guy had a Russian Anti-Tank Rifle with a 'Geist in it, and another with one in an M1D. 
>You decide its time to break the silence as you put your phone down.
>'So are you two sisters, or..?'
>They both look at each other, then back to me. Both now grinning a gapped tooth grin. 
'No, But we've always been together! Since we can remember.' Daisy spoke up.
>Rose smiled over to the small pistol, obviously a caring gesture 
'We've been around for a long time, Anon. Longer than you've been alive, i'd imagine more than a century now.'

>this part really hit you.
>they were older than you by a long shot
>and that means...
>You glance at Daisy for a moment, thinking
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>Stifling a grin, you turn back to rose
>'So.. When was the last time you two were shot?' you questioned, thinking about the ammo still in the box. 
>Rose puts a finger to her chin, pursing her lips rather cutely.
'Maybe... 5 years ago..? For both of us.' 
>'Do you two wanna go to the range?' You ask to the pair, raising an eyebrow.
>They both immediately perk up, and before you know it you pounced by them, your head ending up somewhere pressed inbetween their chests
>You're incredibly okay with this development
'Yes,Yes,Yes,Yes,Yes!' 
>At this point you're grinning like an idiot.
>'Well get ready, and get in your cases!'
>They trot off together, your gaze catching their shapely rears and legs as they go.

>Soon you're at the range with the pair.
>They two guns are in the back seat, even though they're in their rifle and pistol forms receptively, you can feel the excitement from them.
>parking, you grab the cases and the ammo, heading in.
>finding a booth rather quickly, you place the cases on the benches, and the ammo next to them.
>opening the cases, the two girls pop out, literally bouncing with excitement 
>you grin at this, looking over the the small pile of ammo as you grab a box of .41.
>'Alright, Daisy! You first.'
'Alright!' The girls accent pulls through a bit more as she shifts back into her pistol form onto the table, Daisy side up once again.
>Grabbing the pistol gently, you glance at Rose, grinning. 
>'You're next, Don't worry.'
>She looks away with what looked like a blush on her cheeks, making her freckles look a tad bit more pronounced. 
>you turn your attention back to the gun in your hand, moving to load the magazine tube slowly, making sure to be gentle.
>You swear you feel the gun shake in your hand as you load the ammo.

>raising the pistol, you aim downrange towards the target.
>Bang!
>Bang!
>Bang!
>You grin as you work the lever each time, finding it hard to contain your excitement
>You fire two more shots, then clear the chamber.
>placing the pistol down on the table, Daisy shifts back
>She has a bright red blush in her face, her chest rising and falling rather rapidly. Her shirt is also raised up a bit, showing off a flat stomach.
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>'You alright, Daisy?' You gaze at her expectantly, but cant help but grin. 
'Y-Yeah, Anon.. Its just been a while..' 
>Shes still catching her breath, twitching ever so slightly. 
>you glance to rose, raising your eyebrow to her.
>'You gonna do that too?' you say with a devious grin
'S-Shut up!'

>Daisy got of the table, sorting herself out with a light blush.
"T-That was really nice, Anon..." 
>She shuffles to the side, looking rather embarrassed at her lewd display.
>Rose steps forward now.
"Isn't it my turn now, Anon..?'
>She looks at up to you with a rather innocent look, but there was something else there...
>"Lets get to it then."
>You open your arms, the girl hopping into her rifle form and appearing on the table 
>Grabbing the Rifle, you run your thumb over the 'Rose' inscription on the side.
>You start to load the .44-40, taking your time loading her.
>Raising the Rifle, you aimed at the target
>You rack the Lever, pulling the trigger right after, continuing to rack the lever and fire till the tube is empty.
>You load the rifle once more, repeating the process one more time.

>she shifts back, sitting on the table with a rather lewd expression. 
>She grabs you buy your shoulders, pulling you between her legs as she plants her lips onto yours firmly.
>You're immediately at full mast, pressing back into the girl with a low groan.
>Daisy comes up behind you two, grabbing your hand hand as she places it between her legs, grinding slowly on your fingers. 
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>You break the connection with Rose, grabbing Daisy and pulling her into a small kiss. 
"A-Anon, you think we could go home..?"
>Rose looks rather embarrassed, looking away with a slight blush.
>You break from Daisy, giving them a small grin "Yeah, We can."