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A Love Gun.

I layed down in the grass, and pulled the butt of the old Bio-Weapon to my shoulder. It was old. Millenia old. Older than written history itself. So old, in fact, its technology was lost to nearly all but the immortal.

I could smell the machine oil smell of a well taken care of weapon. The laquere on the alien-wood stock. I could feel the soft hide of the barrel throb with anticipation, warmth flowering through it into my waiting hand.

I pressed it into my shoulder more firmly, and out slid the recoil guard. It molded itself perfectly to my shoulder once deployed.

I pulled the front end up, and sighted down the 'line'. I heard, faintly, the slight sloshing of the half filled coolant tank, set in the bottom front of the weapon. I could see the slight warping of air from the barely suppressed heat radiating fron the side heat-sinks, and an unblinking eye looking straight up, from the main barrel.

I pulled a lever just above the trigger, and a small insert lens flipped up from its resting place on the rifle. With a stutter of activating light, the dimly glowing red targeting lens came online.

I slowly put my jaw along the warm metal, lining my eye up with the sight. The living scope slid out lazily, sensing urgency was not needed. With a slight squishing sound it bled out from its metal shell, tightening upon the sides of the sight, and closed over my eye.

Then, with a squirt of a chemical liquid, an intruding needle-like tentacle was slid into my retina. Upon focusing, I saw reality as it was percieved by a living weapon. One which could not be properly known unless one has already experienced it for ones own self. Even then it is still not completely understood.

I slid my left hand along the lower barrel. Once it was completely on the grip, I squeezed tight for just a momment, as if letting it know I wouldn't drop it. The grip melted around my fingers, letting my hand mold it as needed to get the best hold possible. It hardened as it slid around my fingers, making my hidden promise a reality. It would not let me go unless I wanted to.

I could feel the weapon, its need to be used. It pulsed, and squirmed, and made noises of alien design. And as I slowly pulled the trigger, the whole rifle tightened its grip on me. I squeezed back, and suddenly the heat sinks weren't enough.

Heat was building itself up into an inferno, struggling to escape the alien weapon. Coolant sizzled as it was pumped through the inner workings of the metal and veins and anything else it went through inside the weapon, vainly trying to keep the inner workings cool, only to be released along the inside of the barrel itself, barely seeping out of the puckered hole at the end.

Once exposed to the atmosphere outside of the being, the coolant flash froze the air, causing gouts of fog like oxygen to harden into a semi-liquid state, only to be swept away as it rapidly reached warmer temperatures.

After a few seconds of this, it started to keen. An alert of a sort. One to tell me it was ready to explode if I didn't stop teasing it, making it think I wouldn't use it. And so, with one last micro-adjustment to my aim, I squeezed the trigger and forguard all the way.

It responded as a lover would when sent over the brink; with but a slight shudder. One that rippled into my arms, head, and neck, shaking my whole being for a lifetime of a second. As it twitched ever so slightly, thin driblets of coolant ran out of the barrel, along the front of the weapon. In another second, it became rivulets, and soon it was nearly sprayed out, as if the weapon itself had had an orgasm.

And then it was over.

I pulled my face away from the scope, descending back into my own reality. With a nearly innaudible sigh it let go of my eye and the targeting sight. Liquid ran down my cheek, so I wiped it on my shoulder. I leaned forward, right before the living scope completely re-entered its shell, to give it a suck, and a light kiss. It sqeeped happily, then receded completely, shutting out the rest of the universe.

The front grip was still tightly squeezing my hand, so I jerked it back and forth. The barrel thickened slightly, sucking spent coolant into itself from the rest of its cooling shell. After a few minutes of pumping, it ejaculated the spent coolant forward, splashing over the ground. Once the last was spit out, it let go of my hand.

The shoulder guard had let go moments earlier, once it had felt that I wasn't pressing into it anymore.

Then with my right hand, I flicked the targeting sight a few times. It throbbed for a moment, flashed a hot red, then slowly faded offline. I pressed it forward, setting it back into its awaiting cubby guard.

I unscrewed the empty coolant tank from the front, and slid it into a pouch resting on the ground nearby. Then I pushed the pistol grip into the body of the rifle with an audible scrape-click. The metal underbarrel folded in too, leaving the whole body of the upper barrel exposed.

Now the unblinking eye was fixed on me, looking between my eyes, looking into my mind.

The barrel became thick again, and I laughed softly to myself, knowing suddenly I couldn't deny my weapon anymore than it could me. I stood up and unsealed my body glove and laid it upon the ground. Then I sat next to it, indian style, cradling the nearly closed rifle in front of my waist.

With cowishly contented ease, the barrel snaked out until it had exited the metal shell it lived in and was lying across my legs. It was about a foot longer than my arm, a little thicker too. Its shape was of a cylinder of steady size, tapering a little only at the end that had been inside the machinery. At this end the barrel stopped with a tight ring of muscle, as compared to the other end, which looked like an anus.

The skin was a light cocoa malt, with bulging, coppery colored veins extending through it, now clearly visible. Its muscles twich with excitement, and two thirds the way down its body, a translucent protective sheath slides over the exposed eye, covering it from damage.

I set the metal housing down on the skin suit, so as not to get it dirty, then lifted the snake-like barrel to just above my navel. The shaft curled around my arm in an enticing manner, spasmodically pushing back and forth along my soft fur.

It burbled happily as it was stimulated by the contact, becoming harder by the second. I put my free hand midway along its body, then slid it all the way to the tapered side. Once it was nearly touching the end, I start pulling it back, gripping hard. The skin pulled tight behind it, and bunched up in front, but it didn't tear. Instead it wormed its way under my gripping fingers to stay tightly affixed to its own body.

I jerked it a few times, and with each jerk the sheath-like skin was pulled back, exposing its wet, hard, throbbing under-skin. This sent the alien weapon into short thrusting motions, quickly undoing itself from my arm. After a few moment, it was so hard it couldn't really even move without outside help; its skin so tight it looked stretched, almost.

Its body was nearly banana shaped, curving inwards on the side with the eye. The tapered end was firmly locked open, the muscles hyper-tensed. I let out a soft meau as I picked it up, tapered end skywards. With a groaning sigh I slowly ground my member's head into the closed entrance.

As more and more of my meat was forced into the tight, hot body, the tapered end's muscle ring spasmed, opening and closing ever so slightly. I pulled the body more towards me and licked around the outside of the lip. It tasted like chocolate; I found out later, it picked that up from me. I love chocolate. A lot.

I could feal the barrel's own extension ready to peak out.

I placed my hands just below the eye and gripped tightly. Then I pulled downwards, hard, forcing the extra meat to spring out, making it wetly slap my right cheek. I bestowed it with a loving kiss, then start sucking its tip lightly.

Liquid dribbled out onto my tongue, tasting of raspberries. A wonderful mixture of tastes. My favorite in fact. Chocolate with raspberry filling. Such a delicacy on this aesthetically dull world.

I sucked harder, licking the smooth surface of the alien cock, rubbing against every veiny ridge. I became intoxicated, so much so that I lay upon my back, cradling this awesome weaponry between my breasts.

My hands slowly roamed up and down along its body, feeling it, loving it, pleasuring it.

Then I flipped over, laying it along the grass, and pulled out of it. It gurgled its loss, and tried to move, but it was still to hard to do anything. I shushed it, then got up to kneel over it. I slid the puckered end up to my penis, and slowly press in again.

I grunted lustily as I forceed my sheathing head into the barrel; it squeaked blissfully with each push. With a soft squelch the end of my head slipped in, and with but the most ultimate willpower I didn't start humping wildly right then and there. I rested for a few seconds, panting into the grass, with knees and elbows supporting me.

With light sounds of ecstasy, the alien's body bobbed up and down, bouncing to the rhythm of my heart beat. The grass whispered softly as it was bent under each fall, and a wet plapping sound was made every time the alien penis slapped betyween my tits. It was a truly excellent experience, so I savored it for just a few more seconds.

With a deep breath I pulled it myself back up, grabbing hold to the barrel again. With a quickness that startled even myself, I slammed my member all the way to the knot. The alien was taken so suddenly that it could barely let out a wheezing squeek. I laughed breathlessly, and panted hard, then started to pull out. I thrust back in from about halfway out, mashing it against my knot again.

I started a steady thrusting motion. Fast in, slow out. After about ten of those, I sped up, pounding in earnest. Soon I was nearing my end, and the barrel could sense it. It became harder to push in, and shortly all I could do was grind it against my knot because it wouldn't move otherwise.

The sensations were so incomparible to anything else. I was lost in a haze of love and heat and lust, and it was driving me crazy. It was so good, and I had to finish.

With one last thrust, muscles bulging, I slammed my shaft home, forcing the knot in with a messy sounding splatch. I came so hard my body quaked, and then slipped out from under my control, leaving me to fall upon the barrel. The barrel took over instead, and soon my body was thrusting with wild abandon, each time slapping the end of the barrel's body to my crotch with wet, messy sounds.

My orgasm reached new hieghts that I had never dreamed of.

It was like a whisper from inside a star. Like my life in reverse, coated in pleasure. Like I opened my eyes and the universe was born before them a million times over. Like a simple day of resting in the sun, without the burn. Like loving for the first time. And it was like more alien things, things I still can't explain.

And then suddenly I was back to earth. I was bent forward, and the alien's softening shaft was forced as far into my aching body as my jaw muscles would let it. My stomach was full, leaving me with a satisfaction no amount of normal eating could ever attest for. My penis was still rock hard, and was so sensitive to touch that I kept having micro-orgasms at the slightest movement.

Moments later after settling down, I felt the shaft start to wriggle its way into me. After a few of the futile movements, it sqeezed itsef thinner and began the same proccess again. I was so tired I couldn't really do much of anything, even if I had wanted to.

The feeling of that thick ropy cum down my intestinal lining was affecting my mind like a drug. Everything felt good, and moments later I was slurping the body into myslf like an oversized noodle. With a last throb the heated body pulled itself off of my knot, drawing a satisfied moan from me.

I could hear it burbling happily as it decended more into my body. After a little bit I layed down on my back again, tiredness overcoming my body.

I sighed contentedly, and stroked the last of the barrel, teasing its puckered end with my finger one last time, making it harden again, just a little, as it slipped all the way in.

I swallowed and my penis twitched one last time before falling against my stomach with a soft thup, still half hard. I was so full and tired and happy, I wished it would last forever.

I was asleep before my eyes even closed completely.

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I awoke later that night with a strange, not quite tingling feeling in my right arm. I looked at it, and other than the forarm seeming a little swollen, I couldn't see any difference from usual. I looked around me, but I couldn't find the rifle case, and although my body glove was were I had left it, it looked as if I had rolled around on it in my sleep.

I had a flash of momentary joy, which cut into my my like a monomolecular blade.

I blinked stupidly, and swung my head around. looking for where it might have come from. Then I realised that it was an emotion, and how could that have come from anywhere but me?

Again I was hit by the joy. This time is was so strong an emotion I had to sit down. My head was realing.

I touched my hands to my temple, trying to rub the out confusion. Then my hand twitched for a few seconds, almost spasmodically. I pulled it away from my head, and grabbed it with my other hand. It split open with a shlorp and then I was staring at the Bio rifle, minus the coolant pack.

In a daze I slipped the empty canister out from the satchel and screwed it into place. With each twist I fealt more pleasure. My erection was bobbing in the wind again, and I finally understood why noone could figure out why a Bio-Weapons didn't work very well.

You had to work for them to love you first.

And then I realised I would have to get more. A happy emotion swept over me with that thought. It was time I reunited the weapons.

Yes, they were expensive as hell. And yes, they were far flung across the galaxy. But I knew, I could feel it on an instinctual level, that that was what had to be done.

Of course, that could wait untill after I had some more fun...

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Now, I know that some of you will be all, 'Aaaaw! Why you stop here!'

There is a reason for it! I'm tired, and I wanna eat damn you! I've been at it for more than 5 hours, thinking up totally new crap noones ever thought of before! So if anyone wants a sequel, tell me what be a nice editor and tell me what the hell I did wrong in it! (And yes, that includes the grammar...)

Comment please. (And gaea help me, if any one of you dingbats put a vote number in your comment box... I just... I just can't be held accountable for what I would do...)

And holy crap! lookit my awfully mad english skillz! But really though... I don't care. X3

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