The Pull of Daisy's Trigger - 4th of July Special (Ammosexual)

It's been some time since Daisy has been to the firing range. She got the call that her AR-15 was waiting for her to be picked up. First thing she did after was grab her prize. The gunsmith gave her four magazines filled to the brim. She saw a fifth one. It’s gold plated and wondered what that was.

"Oh those," the gunsmith looked at the mag. "You wouldn't want 'em."

"Why not, are they illegal or something?" Daisy inquired.

"Nope, no. Not illegal. Just uh, special?"

"Like IQ of 65 special or…?"

"Look, if you want them, I'd be happy to sell 'em you."

"What are they?"

"...Special."

"Fine. I'll take the special mag. How much?"

"$1000."

"What the fuck, Jerry?"

"I told ya girlie, they're special."

Daisy scoffed into a chuckle. Laughed even harder when she considered the price. Holy shit, she was really buying them.

"These better fire so well that it will make me want to marry my rifle."

"Oh don't you worry, the honeymoon will be more than satisfactory."

On the range. The last round from the last regular mag was spent. The brass fell onto the concrete with the classic tink-tink-tink sound. The rifle and her was a match made in heaven. Just like the other ARs she has fired before, the recoil was gentle. Just enough kick to let her know it was there. Unlike the other ones, this one was special. This one was her own.

She looked at her gold plated mag. A thousand dollars. She did the math, fifty bucks per brass ejection. Well, it’s worth firing one. Maybe this will be her yearly ritual for the next twenty years.

She slapped that gold plated mag in. The sun gleamed off its golden edges. A round loaded into the chamber. She carefully took aim. Her finger slowly dropped to the trigger, caressing it's grip. Her breathing got shallow. Excitement rose throughout her skin. The soft wind on the range hushed. The trigger under her finger slowly squeezed.

"What a cute girl like you doing here with a rifle like that?" Some overweight asshole interrupted her fifty dollar giveaway. She peered over her eye protection then looked down range again, pretending he wasn't there. His friend came up to shew him away.

"Come on, Dave," his friend said, tugging at his shoulder. "Leave her be."

"I want to see if the little miss thing knows how to handle a gun. Maybe if she actually hits the target, she can handle mine," his cackle invited his friend to join in. His friend didn't.

With a sigh, Daisy thought fast on her feet.

"Hey daddy," she addressed the fat man in her sultry voice. "Do me a favor and stand right here next to me. The sun is really getting in my eyes.” He happily did. And she was happy he didn't not see what side the ejection port was on.

She fired her shot, not only hitting the target but obliterating it. It was like she fired a grenade at the fucking thing. The hot brass shell ejected from the port flicked in the cowering fat man’s shirt, burning him into a dance. His friend tried to help him get the spent shell out of his shirt.

“Wow,” she whispered, looking down range. What was left of the target was on fire. The same fire burned between her thighs. Has she been turned on by firing a weapon before? Yes. This turned on? No.

Back at her Branco, she unfolded the tailgate and lifted the window. Sitting the rifle vertically in the bed, she crawled inside to grab her gun case.

“You shot me beautifully,” a voice called out to her.

“Thanks, rifle,” she replies.

“Name’s Sam.”

“Thanks Sam.”

She unzips her rifle case, and then her mind. Was she just having a conversation with her rifle?

“Yes,” Sam spoke, “you are.”

“Wow, I knew you were magical but I didn’t think I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy, good lookin’. I’m just magical.”

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. Fact is I am here with you, the best shot on the range.”

“Are you hitting on me?”

“Would you care if I was?”

“No, haha. I guess I don’t.” She found herself strangely growing more attracted to her new rifle. Is it inappropriate? She never was in love with any of her other...toys. How would that even work?

“Hey, close the tailgate, I want to show you something.”

She encloses herself in the bed with her rifle.

“What is it?”

“I can not only talk, I can do this.” The magazine morphs in various shapes from a beating heart, to the American flag, to a shield.

She was stunned. “I think you’re the best purchase I have ever made.”

“Even better,” the magazine forms into a thick, hard, golden cock. “I can do this.”

Why was she turned on by this? Is this reality or fantasy? Or was it a bit of both? She touched the cock, thinking it would feel like cold aluminum. Instead it felt as real as the flesh on her arm. Vibrant with life. The AR moaned. A bullet of pleasure rippled down her spine. Her toes helplessly curled. Fuck reality. It’s time for fantasy land.

Her whole body was overheating. She stripped bare as fast as she could. She flung off her soaking thong. Her sports bra freed her hardened nipples. When she pinched them, her core tightened with nerves.

“I’m going to take you in my mouth, Sam. Deep into the back of my throat. But don’t you cum. I want that…,” she licked the droplet of precum from the tip, “inside me. I want you to be full of your magic.”

Sam started his reply, but it was cut off. “God dammit,” he stated when she took his cock in her mouth, swallowing him whole. Every single inch went down in one swallow. Daisy lacked a gag reflex. “Oh shit.”

In between bobbing her head up and down, she’d swallow him whole again, wiggle the cock out of her throat only to slam her head back down without unlocking her lips.

Giving her magic rifle a blowjob with her ass in the air, she took two of her fingers and ran them down her range, exploring her own wetness. She panted into the cock. Easily edging herself to orgasm with the throb of desire. She let go. Her legs locked, her body strained, her bobbing stopped in a freeze. She was in maximum bliss as her upper receiver tensed around her penetrating fingers.

Back to whatever reality was, she had the golden cock still in her mouth, tasting his salty sweet love.

“I need you,” Sam said. “I need to be inside you, to feel you, to be one with you.”

She turned around on her knees, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and said: “You can have everything.”

His thick golden barrel entered her at point blank range. His gleaming stock went into her with unstoppable force, spreading her walls further than she ever felt or imagined. His thickness recoiled within her wet walls with speed, but also was smooth and consistent.

For Daisy it wasn’t hard or deep enough. She jumped in on the fun by working her hips backwards in rolls, wiggles and thrusts, firing herself back towards Sam. Begging for him to fuck her harder. Her cries of pleasure shook the fiberglass shell that encased them both.

The need to cum for Daisy was becoming desperate as he continued to hammer her. She was beginning to pull his trigger with the suction from her wet pussy. Disconnecting further away from reality, her muscles tightened within her core and she squeezed both their triggers at the same time.

Sam switched to automatic firing mode, unloading his entire magazine downrange into Daisy. His spring loaded ejector filled her to the brim in the relentless attack matched by his roars. Daisy became cum drunk with a dizzy spell and muscle spasms. She lacked any control over her body. Finally, she came down from her high which felt like it took ages.

They detach, not as two separate beings but as a whole. The rifle is human, now an extension of Daisy. Therefore, at that moment, she knew she was married to Sam. She will learn his strengths, his weaknesses, how he likes to dress, every groove he contains, how good his sight is, how strong his barrel performs. 

It was at this moment, in the back of her Bronco, that Daisy and her rifle became part of each other.

 -Neon

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