ATannie-This is the end-side story 001

Your name is Lala

>there were so many things that had to be done
>Annie had to be fed sufficiently with alcohol
>But without actually noticing and suspecting something
>That was solved with a stealth slushie
>A significant amount of rum went in there, but the freeze/un-freeze cycle reduced the taste to almost nothing
>Annie had a sweet tooth, so the sugary slushie was happily devoured
>At 9 PM she giggled like a schoolgirl
>And at 9:45 she dragged Anon up to the bedroom
>which means they were going to be be in there until about 10 am
>two out

>fancypants H&H was boring anyway, and went to bed early anyway
>three

>Cassie was tricky
>But as soon as you learned she was a little bored with sitting in the house, she could be, taken out of the equation as well
>You make sure Anon is… out and you won’t tell anyone she is taking on of the cars into the city for the night
>Four

>Stephanie was small enough not to cause any issues
>She listened to what she was told, and if she didn’t, one option was always to put her in a box or something
>But she didn’t put up a fuss, just nodded when you told her you needed some space tonight
>five

>The rest could be convinced, bribed, blackmailed or scruffed
>Apart from Doll
>She couldn’t be forced to do anything
>And she was awfully bossy when Annie wasn’t around
>So, what would a perky little carbine to to fight an LMG?
>With help of course
>Doll is alone in the living room
>The TV is showing some football game or another
>A can of beer is lobbed towards the trash can, but bounces of the edge
>Doll swears

>And so the plan is set in motion
>You slide the ancient samsung out of the tiny jeans shorts and send the message
>You can hear the awful pinging noise the receiving phone does
>A few minutes later a little sad girl walks out to Doll

“Yo, what’s up?”
“Can you help me… They are being mean to me…”
    >The little girl even manage to snivel convincingly
    >Doll sighs heavily, and then turns of the TV, and walks with the little geist into the pistol room
    >Feline instincts kick in, and you stealthily follow the two
    >Doll opens the door and steps in

    “Little one said you’re being.. wait what the fu-”

    >You jump forwards and slam the door close
    >soon after, Doll tries to scream, but her voice gets muffled
    >And the door lock clicks
    >All other sounds are drowned up by twenty or so sleep deprived handguns, giggling in choir
    >Surprisingly, everything goes completely quiet just a few minutes after that
    >Save for the sound of light breathing
    >The door clicks open, and the same little girl, now wearing pyjamas looks up to you

    “Thanks Lala!”
    >”Hey, waita second hun, whatcha gonna…?”
    “Pillow”
    >”Pillow?”
    “Have you seen how soft she is?”
    >”Uhm, i guess tha”
    “And now we will feel it. Good night Lavotchkin”
    >”Snatch the hatch, peshka. And i i catch any of ya’ little shits up after ya’ close the door up…”
    “I know. I will not stay up. Lavotchkin”

    >Finally gotten fed up with the little ones games, You take a firm grip on her ear

    “Ow ow ow ow!”
    >”stappin yer’ games now? Lavotchkin is a plane. Do i look like a plane?”
    “No, but Anon sai- OW ow ow! Sorry! Sorry!”

    >You pull her ear a little upwards, clearly causer her a little pain

    >”hold off pissen me off and go to bed”
    “Yes, Lala”

    >The little geist rubs her ear and returns into the room
    >In the center of it, there seems to be a literal pile of small girls

    >”Pillow…”

    >The little one grabs a blanket, climbs up a little on the pile, finding somewhere soft to sleep
    >And then just… falls alseep
    >You decide this is a little too pure for you, and head out, making sure the door behind you is properly closed
    >six

    >And now there was just one left in the house
    >Amanda
    >Your dearly beloved amanda
    >The two of you shared a room
    >Now, it wasn’t a big room
    >Big enough for a bunk bed and a little desk
    >But most importantly, a lock on the door
>”Maaaaaandy~”

>The thud of a book hitting the floor is heard, and someone skips up, and unlocks the door

“Lala!”

>You do the by now usual greeting of burying your face in her warm, soft, cleavage
>She giggles and puts her hand on the back of your head, bending your big, fluffy ears a little
>But you soon rise up to her level, looking into those deep eyes

>”Guess what!”
“We can share a bed no?”
>”We do that anyway. Try again”
“We have lots of ice cream?”
>”quit that sugar, you’re no fun, come on!”

>You grab Amanda by her hand and drag her out of her room

>”Look!”
“I see nothing…”
>”Exactly, thanks to all my planning, we have the house all to ourselves!”
“Really?”
>”Yes, and i’ve made a room just for us!”
“Awww Lala…”

>Amanda gives you a warm hug from behind
>her hand strokes through your hair
>You can feel your heartbeat going up a little from just that

>Slowly, you nestle your way out of her grip, and keep dragging her towards the new room
>Down the stairs
>Left in the hall…

>”Here!”
“Wow, isn’t this one of the old storage rooms?”
>”That’s right, but now it’s ours. Cover your eyes!”

>Amanda played persuasive and made sure her elbows touches as her hands reached for her eyes

>”Nnn…”
“What was that?”
>”Oh, nothing at all. Come!”

>You gently hold her in front of you as you head into the room
>She was turned in a direction so that she could see all the room had to offer
>A desk
>A little fridge with some refreshments
>A double bed
>A wingback chair
>And two bedsheets filled to the brim with AR-15 parts

>”Okay, open your eyes now!”
“...”
>”c’mon fuzzybutt… you like it, right?”
“Fuzzybutt? You’re the one with a tail here”
>”Yes, and you like it”
“M-maybe i do, but what where… what are we…?”
>”Look at all that, softy. All imaginable parts. Receivers, handguard, stocks, sights, and many more or less pointless accessories. All for you!”
“Where did you get all of this?”
>”Buncha different places. But seeing how happy you got with these…”

>You accentuate this by stepping being her and lifting her soft breasts a little

“Nn…”
>”hihi... Anyway. Annie told me some general ideas on how ARs work. Your bolt is you, the receiver should be your body, furniture is clothes, and the rest is acessories”
“Accessories?”
>”Yeah. So…?”
“So what?”
>”Wanna try?!?”
“Try what?”
>”All of it. Everything. With me~”
“I don’t know, Lala…”
>”C’mon now! You know how much that thing costs?!”

>You pick of a dark gray receiver from one of the sheets

>”This is carbon fibre! Same stuff they make racecars of. And spaceships!”

>Amanda’s raises an eyebrow at this remark

“Racecars and spaceships?”
>”Yes!”
“Wow…”
>”So…?”
”Hey Lala?”
>“Yeah?”
“Can you have racecars in space?”
>”Augh…”

>Amanda wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
>But she was incredibly sweet
>Just after that, you find yourself with an A2 looking AR in your hands
>Apart from the ill matching rail covered front handguard and grenade launcher
>Since a picatinny rail on a handguard was likely not strong enough to handle a grenade launcher, this was a purely cosmetic modification
>Off with the new handguard and on with the old A2 one
>And when Amanda stands in front of you, away was the buttoned shirt that barely contained her goods, and back was old Amanda with the white T-shirt
“Aww, come on…”
>”This! You‘re my canvas!”

>You grab Amanda by her neck and start the disassembly process
>Those carbon fibre receivers…
>Sadly, there was a bit of other parts that had to go before you could swap out the entire receiver
>Not that you have ever disassembled an AR before
>but enough time had been spent on internet for you to easily know what to do
>They had a bit of funny requests, but were helpful in the end
>Who wants that many pictures of ears and your tail anyway?
>After a little bit of tinkering and screwing around, the receiver are installed

>”Okay honey, get up!”

>And then, she was standing in front of you
>Her clothes were exactly the same
>But she was… different

>”Uhm, Mandy, get your shirt off…

>Without much hesitation, she takes her shirt off and tosses it aside
>And sure she looks different

>”Holy shit mandy…”

>You take her hand and drag her off to the mirror, and reveal her nor form to her
>First of all, her body far was likely halved
>Her shoulder were a little broader
>Her arms were strong
>Muscles showing under her skin
>Her stomach was completely flat
>With visible abs

“wow….”
>”Pants, now”

>Amanda is thinking exactly what you are and unbuckle her pants at once
>Now looking at all of her
>her hips
>her waist
>her legs
>All in all, she didn’t look in especially much worse condition to an olympic athlete
>Doing gymnastics
>Neither of you can really do any moving
>You were both staring

”So… that’s carbon fibre, huh?”
>”...yeah”
“It’s… uhm…”
>”Your ass is pretty amazing”
“uh huh”
>”yeah…”
“I feel like i could… Fight Annie right now”
>”And thus, Icarus flew too close to the sun...”
”You’re weird. So.. uhm… Anyway, do we have more carbon fibre?”
>”Handguards and stock”
“Lala… Please. I need it”
>”Anythin’ for ya hun”
>You grab her neck once again, getting rid of her handguard and stock in record time
>And get some new ones in carbon fibre on
>It was light and strong

>This time, she was wearing a grey drab track and field uniform

>”Whoa, that’s like… spandex”
“Skin tight~”
>”As much as i want to try out your new you, have have more things to test”
“Yes!”

>Amanda jumps into your hands
>So fast you almost drop the AR that you now clutched to yourself
>Next thing, the CF furniture had to go in favor of some lovely wooden furniture

>”Okay, back now!”

>Amanda stands in front of the mirror again
>in a long, elegant sun dress
>Once again she isn’t really capable of speaking
>But contrary to before, she doesn’t move

>”Wow, you’re actually blushing…”
“It’s beautiful…”
>”Honestly, yeah. It is. By the way, did you know Annie has a like, really old school dress?”
“No she doesn’t!”
>”She does, i promise! It’s blue, with white frilly stuff. And ribbons!”
“Ribbons? Annie? Nah…”
>”I swear! She put it on and danced a little in front of the mirror when she thought i was sleeping”
“Okay, you are SO showing me this afterwards”
>”If we get past Annie, sure. But now, i don’t think you shoulders fit with that dress…”
“The fuck…?”

>You take a firm grip around her neck
>Next step is getting rid of those CF parts
>Back goes another, rather standard receiver
>But with some rails on it
>Or, one at least
>For some cute optic
>First off was going to be those micro aimpoints
>Sadly, this meant the front sight had to go
>Not that it was very hard to remove anyway

>And then Amanda comes back
>Her old body
>Not very strong… but not really weak either
>Still in the gorgeous dress
>And now with a pair of glasses
>”Okay, good news and bad news”
>Huh…?”
>”This body is MUCH better for the dress. You’re beautiful. Stunning even”

>This had the obvious effect of maker her face very red

>”And your blushing is adorable”
“...”
>”But i am afraid those glasses are all wrong for you. Squared, and brown? Won’t work at all with your eyes and hair. Not at all”

>You reach for her neck, but before you get the she takes a little step back

“W-wait”
>”Oh?”’
“P-please Lala…”

>She’s stuttering and can’t meet your eyes
>She looks nervous
>And immediately you feel you fucked something up

>”Amanda…”

>You walk up to the almost shaking girl in front of you and embrace her

>”Sorry, i just don’t knaaaaaAAA-”

>You were grabbed by the neck, finding yourself in rifle form

“So gonna go around just playing with me?”
>”...”
“Oh yeah, thought so, you little shit”
>”...!”
“Not so tough now, are we? Well, guess what, you’re getting tapco’d”

>You have no mouth and yet you try to scream
>changing back is all but impossible when she is holding you like this
>You feel your poor handguards being ripped off
>Your stock…
>It felt cold, but yet, Amanda’s hands felt so warm…
>You didn’t even want that to end
>You didn’t even mind the cold now
>Just more touching...
>But then you were thrown back into the land of the living
>A little dizzy
>You always got a little dizzy doing this

“Hahahah, wow, you really look slutty now…”
>”wha, i don’t!”
“HAHAhahaha… look at you, Lala…”

>And so you did
>Your “shirt” had a really deep neckline
>Your jeans shorts barely covered up your bubble butt
>And the tail poking out beneath didn’t help concealing anything
>Underwear was mostly there to have anything that counts as underwear
>And the low sneakers and thigh highs didn’t help much either

>“This is mean…”
“Pfffft, you’re an AK pattern. You’re ALL slutty”

>You launch yourself towards Amanda
>Hitting her, and pinning her to the floor

>”Calling me a slut huh?!”

>She giggles

>”the fuck is funny now?”
“Your ears are all angry”

>She keeps giggling

>”Okay, that’s how you want it…”

>A firm grip around her neck again
>Away with the pretty wooden grips
>Sad, you would have loved her wearing that
>But you were not going to lose against a perry AR in a slut-off
>So, now it was time for that box
>A skeleton handguard
>And a skeleton lower

>This time she was laying on her back
>And you could laugh at her

“The fuck is this? Full body fishnet?!?!”
>pffff, that’s a slut if i’ve ever seen one! Hahaha!”
“screw you!”

>Amanda jumps off the floor
>And launches herself towards you
>But you can easily read her attack, and can take a step to the side
>A little grip on her hand, and good positioning of your leg, leads her to be flat on her stomach with you sitting on the small of her back

>”But, you’re not gonna wear this, ever again?”
“What, i thought we were”
>”Shush, ya big doof. I don’t want anyone else to look at you with those clothes”
“That was romantic, in a very weird, Lala sort of way”
>”it’s not like i mean anything bad, is it?”
“Uhm, no..”
>There ya go. dress and new glasses?”
“Please”

>You find yourself face first in an AR again
>Of with the slutty skeleton stuff, and back on with the wooden grips
>And the micro aimpoint had to go
>And instead…
>The Trijicon VCOG
>The F-22 Raptor of rifle optics
>It cost more than many cars did
>But it was the way to go for Amanda
>Just a shame there were a LOT of rifles in the basement that were going to be very upset later…
>But whatever, they were not as important as she was
>And for shits and giggles, what would a blank firing adapter do?
>”okay, back up with you!”
“mmpf?”
>”Oh my god”
“MMPff!?”
>”wow…”
“MMMPPFFFF!!”
>”Well, at least your glasses are beautiful now…”
“MMMMMMPPPPPFFFFFF!!!!!”
>”okay, okay…”

>You reach around her neck, and undo the leather strap

“What the fuck, Lala…”
>”Okay, no blank firing adapters i guess”
“No new muzzle devices. At all”
>”Okay, i promise”
“Thanks. Really”
>“Anyway, there are just a few things more i want to try”
”If you take my sights off…”

>You blush a little
>This was exactly what you were planning to do

“Lala…”
>”Okay, okay, sights stay. But come on, the bling girl being guided along in her life, by her love, and overcoming ideological diffe-”
“...”
>”s-sorry”

>There is a little bit of silence between the two of you

“At any rate, i want the dress, my big chest me and these glasses”
>”But that means… the launcher. Which needs rails and the wooden handguard”
“Remember, we are compatible”
>”Wait, what are you suggesting here?”
“So, we both get my old furniture, okay?”
>”Yeah”
“But i keep the rail and launcher front end”
>”Okay…”
“Change back, and then we swap shirts”
>”o-okay…”
”That means i get the wooden stuff, from your handguard. So, like, wooden rails”
>”y-yeah i totally understand”
“And then, you put the remaining wood furniture on me, that should mean i get to keep the bust and my dress
>”I’m confused…”

>But with Amanda’s instructions, you finally managed to get her exactly like she wanted
>The dress was beautiful
>She was beautiful
>And you could spend all night, fece between the best pillows in the world