Glock Chan

>The steam from my pancakes drifted lazily into the air as I sat there, the morning events on a constant replay in my mind
>Her breasts against my back
>The soft tickle of her breath on my neck
>Her soft fingers... cupping me
>I got what humans call goosebumps just from the thought, my hairs standing on end and my face flushing
>I liked it, I liked it more than I thought I ought to
>To be honest the feeling of her thighs against your own was soft and wa-
>"Are you not hungry, lil love?"
>Her words jolted me from my inner thoughts, and I looked up into those sparkling jewels for eyes
>Right. Pancakes. Grab fork, cut away a slice...
>She watched me closely while I ate, her hands folded under her chin, that lazy and somewhat untoxicating smile on her lips
>"Youre so cute when you eat..." She murmured, and I jerked, shoving a hot sticky piece of pancake into my nose
>She snorted another laugh at my expense, and got up with a napkin
>While I snorted and coughed, she came infront of me and gently held the back of my head, dabbing at my cheek and nose with her wetted napkin
>"Ive been thinking of having a nice little range day, you and I." She said softly, her breath washing over me
>I had to admit her being so close was... problematic to my complexion
>"I figured after you finish shoving your pancakes into your nostrils," She said, giving me a little poke on my nose,"We can shoot a couple boxes od ammo together and practice our concealed carry. Does that sound okay?"
>I hadnt been shot since the day my previous owner died, and the prospect of shooting again made my feel in knots on the inside
>"I'll go slow, I promise". She whispered into my ear, and then planted a soft little kiss just below my ear, right on my jawline
>A jolt ran through me again and the fire inside me burned brightly with eagerness to please her
>My shooter
>To be an extension of her hand
>"Y-Yes!" I blurted out, and fumbling with my fork I tried to eat as fast as I could

>After I finished my pancakes, I tried to leap away and put on my uniform
>But before I could, she grabbed me by the arm with a tut
>"B-But but!" I protested, pointing at the bedroom where my clothes sat on a hanger
>"You cant be going around with me with your hair looking like that." She purred, and pulled me into her lap
>"N-No my hair is fine, lets just get dressed and... go to... the..." I trailed off
>Ive never had my hair brushed before
>I get why the russian weapons always lauded after it as a premium interaction
>It felt so good in fact, that I had almost forgotten I was in my underwear
>A fact awoken by her hand suddenly coming to rest on my inner thigh
>"B-BETTER GO GET MY P-PANTS ON" I barked in a bit of a panic, and bolted for the bedroom to get dressed
>I heard her confused voice behind me, but with a flourish I slammed the door shut and heaved a breath of panicked air out of my lungs
>The spot on my thigh felt tingly, and I ran my finger along the flesh
>That... was an interesting feeling
>I ran my fingers through my hair, my other hand grabbing at my pants while I scrambled to gather my thoughts
>First range day together
>Gotta be sharp
>Gotta be accurate
>I looked in the mirror and straightened my gig line, gave my shirt a tug, and opened the door
>As I walked into the living room she sat there on the couch, lounging with a hefty looking range bag
>I was confused since I didnt see a holster, until she opened her button up shirt and I saw the undeniable straps to a shoulder holster
>I froze midstep
>she wants me... there?
>Nuzzled tight... next to her... large
>"Well come on little love, we have to practice dont we?" She said, gesturing to her holster and holding out her hand
>I reached out and lightly held her hand in my own, and she drew me to her
>This is it
>My first day under holster
>With my new shooter
>I hope I dont get oil all over he-
>"Lets do it to it lil love!" She happily cheered, and planted a wet kiss right on my forhead

>"Heeeeehhhehyeeaaah..." I babbled, my eyes lazily hanging on hers dreamily before I felt her hand grasp my neck
>In an instant I was in her hand and tucked securely into the holster, and I was instantly under assault
>Her breasts hung on me like large, fragrant pillows, and with every step smooshed lightly against the rear of my slide and grip
>It was... pretty hot in that holster, to say the least
>However it only got worse as she started to move around, as contact of the holster and her undershirt created a bit of heat and in thus a bit of sweat
>Which... smelled... wooonderful
>it was a pleasant smell mixed with the scent of fabrix softener and gun oil
>I let it wash over me to the point I happily drunk on the smelln and time flew by so fast that I hardly even noticed we were at the range already
>The shock hit me as cold air washed over me as i was pulled away from my little cozy little home and breast roof
>Panic gripped me briefly as the last time I shot and the events that followed came crashing down onto me
>I heard her confusion as my mag well failed to catch the magazine and my slide rammed forward shut
>What if this was just another ruse to get me complacent again?
>What if she was going to blow her brains out just like him?
>What if i was just another suicide pistol? A means to violent end??
>"Whaaaat? What is going on lil love? Come on now, out out!" She puffed, setting me down on the bench and patting beside me rapidly
>I transformed, sitting on the bench with my knees pulled to my chest and shudders wracking my body
>Tears streamed down my face, and my words came out shakily and hoarse
>"Soiled."
>"Ruined."
>"Dirty"
>I whispered as the tears continued to freely fall down my face, quiet sobs shuddering through me
>The flame within me dulled and waned harshly, merely a faintly glowing ember
>"No, no little love." She said worridly, cupping my cheeks in her hands and rubbing at the streaks on my face
>The ember in my soul gave a slight pulse

>"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
>My breath caught in my throat
>And her lips press against my own softly
>The spreading embers within my soul exploded with fire and filled me with comforting warmth and peace, the very tips of my tose tingling with the feeling of it
>I barely opened my eyes in time to see her licking the corner of her lips before her 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 my fire to please and serve her, with every touch