ATannie-Life with Anon-Chapter 6/6

 >You return to sweet sleep
    >Seemingly a second later, the beds is slightly weighed down
    >A hand is placed by your ear and a finger slowly strokes your left cheek
    Time to wake up now. I've loaded up the car with everything we need
    >The first thing you see are those deep blue eyes, her velvet black hair and her warm smile
    But first we have to get you dressed
    >"i really can a shirt on myself, even if i appreciate your help"
    >A few minutes later, you have nearly broken the record for most amounts of weapon in a Toyota hatchback, and set off into the morning sun
    >This did however give you the opportunity yo wear you cheap, silver knock off aviators
    >You imagine yourself looking a little cooler now
    >Annie giggles at you
    >You arrive at the range, and just as expected of a saturday before 8 AM (fuck you, Lala) you are completely alone there
    >Only Annie goes as she is. There has been a lot of bad things happening lately
    >Many are very unhappy about waffengeists, demonizing and blaming them for the violence
    >the ATF has had a lot more things to do recently, and while it is still not technically illegal, there is always a loophole to get through, and always some shitty reason for them to take your weapons away from you
    >You and Annie are practically spouses now anyway, and she's not actually been a rifle in weeks
    >She was happy being her. She liked her body, being able to see, smell, taste, touch and feel
    >this had almost gone to the point where she would suggest getting ammo for the other guns instead of her
    >you were really happier as a couple, as strange as that sounded
    >Annie like the shoot the other guns aswell, especially the SKS
    >at first you thought if that would be considered incest or not, but they are really just firearms at the end of the day
    >...right?
    >anyway, the day starts with the small calibers, as always
    >some 10/22 and mini-14 will do just nicely
    >let the plinking commence
	>you both like to warm up a little with the 10/22
>pom
>pom
>pom
>to Annie, it might as well be a BB gun
>It makes a bit of noise, and something flies out the front, but the gun itself barely moves
>she could have emptied the magazine at cyclic rate, but she took pride in marksmanship, and took her time making sure all the little holes were as close together as possible
>a month ago, you would have Maxine taken a bit of a break, have a breath and a giggle without even thinking
>but times have changed
>you look around, making sure no one else is there before telling rifle it's okay to change
>The little girl as a bit worried as well. She keeps close to you, never walking further away from you or away from you than an arms reach
>Annie is, true to her nature, very calm and decisive
>She speaks in a soothing voice, and it really is having an effect on Maxine who appears to feel better already
>All this while you get another two rifles out of their cases. The old SKS and a Mini-14
>There isn't much talking, and by the time you have taken down your targets a second time, other people start to arrive
>The RO gives you little attention, and heads over to the approaching group of people
>it's a surprisingly large amount of them
Anon, i am not happy about this. Many men approaching at the same time. Many Geists.
>"Well, this is a shooting range after all. Stay put, but be ready
>Annie loads up the SKS, just like she would do if the was gonna shoot down the range, but stops as if she was going to talk to yo
>you secretly wish you had the AR right now, but the little 14 will have to do
Don't turn around, the RO is coming towards us
>"Weapon on him?"
Only a pistol. He does not appear to be ready to draw
>"Lets just talk to him, okay"
If that is what you wish
Howdy Anon! figured i'd see you here today!
>"special occasion today"
Yeah, of course!
"Sorry, but i seems to have missed something here. Care to fill me in?"

sure thing! first saturday, each month, is open!
>"so, all guns allowed now huh?"
Well, no missiles, but otherwise it should be fine. >"that sounds fun, but i think i'll stick to the little ones for now. Actually, do you sell any bigger rounds here today?
I don't but, i wouldn't doubt some guys should bringing some more exotic stuff to sell
>"Oh, sounds fun. Thanks for the input, i appreciate it"
>the RO, a mustached man, maybe in his 50s wanders back to the arriving group of people
>"Well, look at that, maybe you can have a go today too?"
>Annie extends her arm, puts it on your right shoulder and squeezes a bit
Can you handle it this time?
>She smirks
>"Well, i'm gonna have to make an attempt at least, right?"
If we can find ammo
>"yeah"
>You spend another hour going through your guns, at a reasonably calm pace, switching with Annie as you go along
>As time goes by, you are joined at the range by several interesting weapons
>Some automatic ARs, a few AKs
>some large belt fed thing you were not really sure what it was
>and not one, but two M82s
>Their geists seem to be a little on the calmer side, especially in company
>One of the M82s are led to a stall rather close to yours
>out of old habit, you've taken the tow lanes furthest away from the entrance to the range
>The girl is tall, sure. maybe around 6'. Bit curvy, strong, but just not quite on Annie's level
>the other girl is very energetic, babbling about this and that with the guy she came with
>She does occasionally peek over towards the two of you
>But people are busy doing their thing, and the range goes hot after a few moments
>As the range goes old, you look at your group, and decide that it's probably time for Amanda get get a pair of glasses. A cute pair
>The girl, having just emptied an entire magazine of .50 downrange takes a few deep breaths, and heads over your way, towards Annie

"Excuse me miss?"
yes?
>Annie had clenched her fist and is very skillfully hiding it behind her shapely bottom
>you can see exactly what she is doing
>if the need arises, left fist goes up fast as a bait, and after that lets loose a suckerpunch fro the right
"i'm sorry if i come off a little rude here, but you are a spirit as well?"
Well, maybe a little, i'll tell you if you tell me why you would say that
"Oh. Sure. I can usually sort of sense the presence of others. And you did give me some vibes... but, like really weak ones? And besides, you don't really look like girls do around here. Or ant geists for that matter. So...?"
Interesting... I'm Annie. And i am the little step above an anti materiel rifle
>Annie smirks a little
"Anti tank huh... color me impressed. I'm Bonnie by the way. See ya later Annie"
>Bonnie turns around and returns to her lane

...That has never happened before. I am just as surprised as you are
>"Well, it's not something bad at least. Is it?"
I don't think so
>"Uhm... Back to shooting i guess?"
Yes
>Half an hour later a few hundred x39 shell casings litter the ground around you. Both the SKS and the WASR are hungry and needs a little bit of feeding
>The range goes cold once again
>"Hey, take it easy here, i'll buy you something to eat, alright?"
Oh, yes. I'l fill up some magazines in the meantime
>"see ya"

>Some time later you return
>Annie didn't shoot any while you were away, but rather just waited and topped up some magazines
>not that it caused much irritation among the other shooters, many lanes were still unoccupied
>"Yo, Annie. Ice cream"
>Two cones. One Vanilla/chocolate, and another one with some strange fruity thing with bright colors
>Unsurprisingly, she goes for the very plain cone
>She is much better with saying thanks with a warm embrace than with her mouth, so she does that
>her appetite is simply outstanding, and manages to gulp down all of it in under a minute
>"liked the ice cream?
Yes. It was very good
>"I have this for you aswell..."
Anon... you shouldn't have to...
>"You think i'm not gonna spoil my favorite?"
You bought these for me?
"Course i did. I mean it's not like anyone else here is going to take them from you. No come on, read on the boxes, this one first!"
High explosive incendiary tracer... I've never fired these before
>"wanna try em?"
i'd... I... Ehem, Yes. Yes i do
>"aaaand these!"
Two flavors of armor piercing?
>"Yeep! These are plain Bulgarian ones, and these are Russian tracers. Whaddaya think?"
>Annie once again squeezes the air out your lungs
>and you, once again, decide this this is a very good place to be
I will take care of you so well tonight... The dinner, desert, and...
>Annie puts you down on the ground, and gives you a warm, but somewhat malicious smile
>Many things will hurt tomorrow...
>And it will all be worth it
>"Alright, do we go AP first?
Ohhhh, yes, we do!
>The little collection of clips now numbered 5
>you begin filling these up with 25 shiny brass cartridges as Bonnie approaches
>"hey you two, how's it... wait a second, that isn't .50, is it?
No, it's 14.5
"Holy moly. And the accent..."
>Annie loads the last round into a clip
Yes. You might want to cover your ears now. I'm a little loud sometimes
>Annie half seductively leans into you and within a second you hold a very big rifle in your arms. You bring up and shoulder the 45 lbs, 7' rifle
>your left arm is loudly protesting
>shut up, left arm. It will all be worth it in the end
>some quarter inch steel plate is positioned s a little bit away
>half inch? pffft. This thing has opened up panzers
>first shot and you get reminded on why it is very good to have your right foot far backwards
>even though your hearing aid, the sound is very loud, much because of the very large, circular muzzle brake
    >the aforementioned device also sends a sizable muzzle flash both left and right
    >The recoil shoves you backwards and forces the wooden stock into your shoulder with 50% more power than a .50 BMG
    >The feeling is a bittersweet offspring between "this fucking hurts" and the curious longing for what is about to happen
    >But you don't even think about any of that, because of the pure adrenaline rush of pretending to hunt Panzer IIs
    >You imagine an engine fire, and three men trying to escape the burning vehicle
    >they all get a massive armor piercing round shot at them.
    >The last one goes into the engine as well, and the bolt locks open
    >there is a hint of smoking escaping the open ejection port
    >your sights are centered on a steel plat with five very big holes in it
    >you set the massive rifle down behind the stall, making it rest on its bipod and stock
    >After turning around, you see that practically the entire range is staring at you
    >almost all of their faces have "not bad" faces of varying obviousness
    >You turn back to Annie, who is sitting on the ground, legs stretched out before her, back slightly leaning back being supported by her muscular arms
    >she is sweating just a little, but is smiling like mad
    We're going to do all day. Aren't we, Anon?
    >"until my wallet or shoulder breaks, yes"

    >A few hours later, your shoulder is beat to shit
    >Your wallet is so much lighter you need guide ropes to stop it floating away
    >You have made every man on the range jealous
    >Annie has made every woman on the range jealous
    >you have collected all the casings Annie didn't chew to shit, with the vague hope that you can reload them, not that you know of anyone that sells 14.5 mm primers or projectiles
    >Annie happily carries the bags with the rest of the weapons and ammo to the car, and carefully places them in the trunk

    Time to go home now Anon! I have so much planned for us tonight!
    >"Annie, i can't even change gears on my own...
    I will help you! start with reverse?
    >"...yes Annie"
    >The ride home is somewhat undignified
    >you have to tell Annie hoe to change gears
    >Every time you say something like "fourth" Annie responds cheerfully and moves the stick around
    >you feel a little sad not being able to bring all of you home by yourself
    >Annie also grabs the bags when you get home, and opens the door
    >you do pretty much nothing
    >The first things she does is letting the others ones out of their bags
    >Oh yeah, cleaning...
    >And if you know anything about anything, they are not going to be happy with how normal guns would be cleaned
    >It will only be a matter of time now...
    "Aaaanon, can you wash us today?"
    >Amanda is making a suggestion
    >Caaan you Anon? Please?
    >Karoline, plea-
    "Pleeeeeeease!"
    >"i'm kinda tired, guys..."
    >Complete silence for about five seconds
    "Attaaaaaack!"
    >Amanda tackles you from right in front of you
    >She is light, so you only have to move your right foot a little backwards
    >Now, if you were a little more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed something lightly brushing against the back of your leg
    >you cant move your right foot backwards, because Lala is there
    >Your arm flails uselessly as you fall to the ground
    >Thud
    "Get hiiim!"
    >Lala wraps herself around and lies on top of your legs
    >Amanda sits on top of your right arm
    >Karoline your left
    >Varyag, you SKS sits in your chest in front of Maxine, on top of you
    >You cant move
    >At all
    >"This isn't really fair"
    "Much like Breslau, you are not really in a position to negotiate. Fight uselessly, and loose, or surrender to our terms"
    >Karoline has a slightly mocking tone in her voice
    >Before you can say anything, Lala adds to what Karoline said
    "And Annie will not be involved, she is making dinner. And i think she wants to be washed as well"
    >"And what if i fight?"
    >Varyag smiles like mad
    "AAAAANIE, WHAT IS THE CODE FOR ANONS CREDIT CARD?"
    >"okayokayokayokay, i'll wash you, no problem lets get started right now, shall we?"
>You are escorted up by a small crowd
>As you pass by Annie, you ask her if she is okay with the work arrangement
>She covers her mouth as she giggles a little and nods
>you go to some cabinets and find as many towels as you can
>As you return to the bathroom, they are all there
>"come the fuck on now, you cant do this all at a time. Form a line or something"
>And so the washing began
>Not being attracted to firearms was hard enough was difficult when they where just metal, steel and plastic, but now that they are all girls as well, and naked, wet and soapy ones, a boner in unavoidable
>and because of so many reasons!
>Varyag because she was essentially a 75% scale version of Annie
>Mossie because of those amazing curves. Those hips...
>Karoline because of the beautiful slender figure, platinum blonde hair and a two inch thigh gap
>Maxine because she looks like she is 15. Even if you wouldn't admit that if anyone asked
>Lala because those ears are likely made out of weapons grade moe, her wet tail and her somewhat bubbly chest
>Amanda because there just isn't a single bad bit of her. Not one amazing one either perhaps, but she did pull of "slightly too grown up cute" much too well

>That was about as much as you were able to take in before zoning out completely
>after an agonizing hour of "DON'T LEWD RIFLE GODDAMMIT" you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down
>Boner, seriously stop it
>You consider having a cold shower yourself, but Annie call you down for dinner
>wash up, later
>you walk back into what has now been converted into a dining room
>They are all there, and Annie has put some real effort in making this look good
>And-
>"Augh... Lala, proper clothes at the dinner table, please
"but anon, i've'"
>"yeah, i know you've made it yourself, and it is really cute, but get something with some more actual clothes in it. Please?"
"Okay!"

>As you chew on the firs bit of food, you let out a slight moaning sound
>"Annie, this is delicious..."
You think it is?
>"well, be completely quiet and just listen"
>you say that in a slightly hushed voice, since you sit at one end of the table, with Annie right in front of you
>She stops moving to listen
>"See, that is moaning. Now, if you make someone do that noise, you've made something really well"
Maybe I will hold you to that
>Anne smiles. That deep, warm smile again
>You say nothing, but smirk back a little for a response
>It takes the lot of you up to half an hour to dig through everything Annie has made. Some soupy stuff, some grilled mean of some description, some white sauce. The one with the greek name?
>There was just no end to all this food, even if most of it was beyond delicious
Now, if you think that was good, I've made prepared a dessert!
>There is a collective groaning sound from around the table
Perhaps we shall wait a little then?
>More groaning
I will prepare the table meanwhile!
>"I'll give you a hand, i have to do something, right"
>with the grace and speed of a Yak-1 being fed whipped cream and nitrous, Annie moves over to you, and rests her hand on your shoulder with considerable more force than a normal person would do
You don't have to do anything Anon, i will take care of the kitchen
>"Well, if you change your mind, i'll be right here"
That will not be necessary

>Another hour later, Annie manages to out-do her dinner with the dessert, which wasn't much sort of devine
I hope you all enjoyed the meal!
>Maxine is already asleep, face first into mossies side
"Annie, if i didn't know better, i 'd say you were going to make me fat"
>Many nods of agreement from around the table
"At any rate, i'll head to sleep now. Aaand, I think we should leave Anon alone now, he isn't done cleaning everyone yet"
>Some laughs are had, and soon you and Annie are alone
>"Listen closely to me now. You are not going to have any say in what i am about to tell you. DO you understand?"
Yes Anon
>"You are not going to fix the table tonight"