Cursed by the Law ch1

My name is Annonette I am a cursed YSS AR-15 rifle, and this is my story.

It was one week before the gavel came down...

I was sitting by the kitchen counter when my husband came in with a manilla envelope, all giddy.

“Honey?” I ask, “is that...”

“From the ATF? yes.” his charming smile growing wider as he read the papers. “Yep, everything checks out, so that means…” he tilts the envelope towards the table and a metallic clink is heard. “Happy belated anniversary” I looked at the part. This is one of the most strictly controlled pieces of metal in existence, the only reason it could even be bought is that it was forged prior to 1986. This was an auto sear for an AR-15 rifle, bridging the gap between a semi-auto carbine like myself and a legitimate select-fire assault rifle. This is an expensive piece to obtain even without the seventeen $1000-a-pop background checks. My beloved sacrificed so much for this.

“Should I install this now?” My husband asked. “Of course!” I answered, “that ruling could go down anytime, might as well enjoy our magazines while we can.” I place my gun body on the table and walk my human body over to the couch to lie down. Though my soul is solely in my human body, whatever affects my gun self affects me. As the takedown pins connecting my upper reciever to my lower are removed, my arms and legs stop responding to my brain, lying still or hanging limply, the remote sensations of his hands disassembling my fire control group still felt between my legs, still, my mind keeps going back to the case at hand. And the assault weapons ban surrounding it.

Why were there no exemptions for “assault weapons” who happened to be cursed, or at least a good 2 years to acclimate myself to a new gun form instead of six months? Even when we are handled by others, we see through our sights and lock ourselves on safe if we can see we are going to be misused. Heck, we target/competition guns can feel the same shooting inanimate targets that our sword ancestors felt cutting flesh makes us the safest firearms in existence, the biggest “cost” to our inclusion is a private room for us and our husbands at the gun range. Why do you have to smelt them all, including us? Can't you just lock our gun selves up? Why are you defending it so much when you can just amend in a special exemption for us?

It doesn't matter, the court is gonna rule against them and at least secure me my life. Albeit with stupid Canadian 5-round magazines, but we can get that right... ugh...ohh...ooh! Masturbatory orgasms rack my body as my husband pulls my bolt back, releases it, and dry fires me. He does it twice more and at the end I am panting. function checks will never replace legit range time, but boy do they help ease the tension from my hubby's dad bod.

I stand up and go into the armory, my beloved following me. We start working our respective reloading stations, I load magazines and drums, he reloads the cartridges themselves. Now don't get me wrong, I'm an Armalite, I need good loads in my chamber, but not even fresh premium cartridges can not feel as good as whatever he’s putting in my used brass, plus I think I can tell if the casing is from our first date or our wedding night or something like that, but that's probably just me being sentimental. as i finish lading fresh 5.56 into the last 30-rounder my mind shifts to the drums, they tend to be a bit more complicated.

After the last drum is loaded with fresh cartridges, a pile of ammo loaded by my sweet lover is placed in front of me. I put the 40 shots into two 20-round Vietnam mags. I was never able to get through a standard 30-rounder of his ammo before feeling frisky. I have no idea what full auto was going to do to me.

It turns out, it does a lot for me. I never really got to the drums, after going for his meat in the middle of the first 30, we correctly figured I'd be wiped out on the sexual stuff after the special 20’s. My trigger is a blessing and a curse.

I also had to help my hubby up. As beat as I was, he was even worse. I had to pick up the brass and manually unload the drums myself. Hopefully I'll get to be able to unload a drum before they are banned.

About a week later we came home from “iron manticore” the new Marvel Represent All People Edition did a better job at bringing in minority characters than the ANAD initiative. Not to mention introducing mamono superheroes. And this film showed that perfectly.

When we got home and turned off theatre mode (we kinda forgot to do that at the theatre, derp) the news hit. Cursed weapon mamono are not exempt from the removal and destruction of assault weapons provision of the National Safety Act Uhh Jane we Need Some Other Words or Else This Will Get Confusing (NSAUJNSOWETWGC).