Gun Control

ÿþThe next day they resumed filming. Mikuru was a little weary around Haruhi, but her acting had clearly improved.

"That's it Mikuru!" Haruhi directed once they had made it through a pretty complicated take. "But let's try it again, and this time, before you raise your gun to take your last shot at Yuki, pause a little longer, I want the audience to be able to swim in how deeply dramatic this scene is."

Off in the corner, Kyon sighed. It was the fifth time they had reshot this scene. They players reset and Haruhi called action once again. Yuki entered the park that Mikuru just happened to be walking by. After a few monotone lines from Yuki and a few melodramatic lines from Mikuru, they chased each other, waving wands and guns. To an outsider, this must have looked silly, but to Haruhi's well trained eye, this was cinema magic. They reached the big climax that Haruhi had been so picky about, Mikuru standing over a disarmed Yuki, gun shaking in her tried hand. She leveled it at the alien mage, pausing dramatically.

"I... I won't let you hurt anyone anymore." She said, breathing heavily.

Mikuru pulled the trigger, the plastic gun clicking weakly in her hand, the plastic BB harmlessly hitting the ground several feet from Yuki's now lifeless corpse. Haruhi shouted cut, her body shivering from her adrenaline rush. As they wrapped things up, Haruhi couldn't help but notice that she was literally wet with excitement.

"Mikuru." She pulled the girl in to a one armed hug. "You did well today, but I think you need a little more coaching."

Mikuru sighed bleakly, knowing it would be pointless to object.

After a short walk and a shorter train ride, Haruhi and Mikuru were back at Haruhi's house. After a quick snack and a pretty much one sided conversation, they headed up to Haruhi's room for more coaching. Mikuru had tried to prepare herself for Haruhi's unique teaching methods, but her jaw dropped when she saw what Haruhi pulled out from a box under her bed.

"Is, is that a real gun?" She asked in a nervous rush.

"Yeah, what do you think?" She tossed the gun to Mikuru.

"Wait!" Mikuru shouted. The thing was surprisingly heavy and she dropped it, the gun hitting the flood with a heavy thud.

"Hey!" Haruhi scrambled to pick it back up. "Do you know how hard it was to get one of these in Japan? And with a silencer nearly tripled the price."

She inspected the gun for damage. It was a black Beretta 92FS with a threaded barrel and matching eight inch suppressor. It was relatively large for her hands, but when she first saw it, she knew it was the one for her. She spun it around and handed it back to Mikuru.

"Why do you have a real gun?" Mikuru asked, trembling out of her shoes.

Haruhi was beaming with excitement. "Because if you're not afraid of a real gun, then acting with a fake one shouldn't be a problem anymore, right?"

Mikuru sighed at Haruhi's logic. "It's not dangerous, is it?"

"Well, it's not loaded and as long as you don't drop it anymore, it should be fine." Haruhi said, positioning the weary girl for their practice scene.

"That's not what I meant." Mikuru mumbled, but Haruhi didn't hear her.

"Okay, lets run that last scene from the point that Yuki's on the ground." She said, laying herself down dramatically.

Mikuru raised the firearm, but kept it pointed far away from its intended target. "I won't let you hurt anyone anymore."

"Terrible..." Haruhi sighed. "I guess you're still too afraid of it. Here, give it back to me."

Mikuru breathed a sigh of relief as she handed the weapon over, but wished she hadn't when Haruhi turned it on her. "Careful!" She shouted.

"I told you it's not loaded, but good, you get the idea. I want you to make the other person feel that same fear when you point it at them. But before that, we've got to loosen you up a little." She approached the nervous girl, keeping the gun in plain sight.

"What are you..." Mikuru was cut off by Haruhi's lips. She was too surprised to know what was happening, but she felt the cold point of the gun pressing in to the side of her breasts, Haruhi's lips melting in to hers, and Haruhi's knee coming up between her legs. But when Haruhi's knee reached her crotch, her senses came back to her and she pushed the girl away.

"What are you doing?!" Mikuru shouted in a flustered panic.

"Well, I was trying to make you feel good with the gun as a Pavlovian response so you wouldn't be so afraid of it, but you pushed me away." Haruhi stated in a tone that made Mikuru sound like the one who was in the wrong.

"But you were kissing me and touching me and I still don't like you pointing that thing at me!" Mikuru stammered.

"Good." Haruhi grinned. "You're becoming more forceful, hold on to that energy. But first you need to learn to love this gun."

She pushed the girl down on to her bed and pounced on top of her. Mikuru struggled but a few well placed kisses to her neck robbed her of her will to fight back. Haruhi ran the tip of the barrel up and down the girl's body, digging it in to her sensitive spots and continuing to keep Mikuru distracted with her lips. Haruhi slipped the gun under Mikuru's skirt and the barrel found the softness of the smaller girl's vagina and pressed in to it. Mikuru let out a surprised moan, shifting her hips to get more comfortable. Haruhi immediately pulled the gun away.

"You stopped?" Mikuru asked, blushing a little.

"Did you want me to?" Haruhi asked with a devilish grin.

"Not really." Mikuru replied, blushing even more.

Haruhi smiled and gave her an amours kiss. "Good girl." She returned the gun to its loving spot where she continued to massage the girl's sex with its heavy point. Haruhi's free hand came up to Mikuru's soft breasts and started to grip and groped them as well, teasing the tender flesh through the fabric of her costume. Her lips moved back to Mikuru's, stealing away her lustful moans and driving the smaller girl wild.

"Quick, take off your costume." Haruhi whispered in to Mikuru's ear.

"Why?" Mikuru asked nervously, but her fingers were already undoing her buttons.

Haruhi thought for a second. "An actress must bare everything when she's out on that stage. You have to be venerable to really let your emotions out."

Mikuru didn't see what that had to do with anything, but her willingness to disbelieve allowed her to convince herself that that made sense. She removed her clothes and returned to Haruhi's waiting lips, forgetting the reason she was there in the first place.

Haruhi let herself take full pleasure of Mikuru's no longer clothed breasts, felling their heavy softness in her hands and burying her face in them. She ran the smooth length of the guns suppressor up and down the insides of Mikuru's legs, letting it's thick hardness linger when it reached the exposed lips of her excitement oozing vagina. She brought the gun up to Mikuru's lips, letting it linger there as she teased her sensitive lips with the tip.

"Lick it." Haruhi said in a very demanding voice.

Mikuru obeyed, tasting herself over the tinge of metal and cleaning oils. She licked up and down the hard shaft, no longer concerned with the fact that it was a gun. She wrapped her lips around the cold metal, bringing it deep in to her mouth to warm it up. Haruhi grinned the whole time as she watched such an innocent girl do such a depraved thing, her hands drifting down to her own crotch to keep up with the energy of the room. When the suppressor was nice and wet she withdrew it from Mikuru's nursing lips and redirected it to the other point of interest in front of her. She pushed the tip of the barrel against the reluctant folds of Mikuru's brightly pink pussy and nuzzled her way inside. Mikuru gasped as the penetrating stiffness filled her, inch by solid inch. She shifted her hips around to find a more comfortable position, while Haruhi started to nudge the barrel deeper in to her tight wetness.

"Relax." Haruhi whispered, bringing her head down between Mikuru's legs. She licked down the length of the suppressor, her tongue brushing against quivering flesh as metal disappeared into the depths of Mikuru's nether regions.

"It's hard but it feels good." Mikuru whined, her voice heavy with unsure lust.

"That's what she said." Haruhi said, making herself laugh. She started thrusting the deeper in to Mikuru, making the all eight inches of the suppressor disappear along with an inch or two of the barrel as well. Mikuru's whole body shuddered, her pussy clamping down around the suppressor, holding it holding it firmly in place. Haruhi struggled for a second, trying to wiggle it free, but Mikuru's body wouldn't let up. Remembering the old tried and true distraction, she pushed her lips against Mikuru's and kissed her like she was looking for treasure with her tongue.

She found it. Sliding her tongue down Mikuru's, she made the smaller girl writhe in pleasure, her body melting against Haruhi's body. The gun slipped free, and before Mikuru had a chance to relax, Haruhi shoved the barrel back in, over and over again. Haruhi's unrelenting speed made Mikuru moan deeply in to Haruhi s lips, which Haruhi drank up eagerly. In a panicked rush, Mikuru's body clenched up again, then started to spasm in tempo with Haruhi's thrusting. By the time Mikuru's body stopped twitching, her body was nothing more than a tired mass of heavy pleasure.

"Well then, I think that'll be enough for today." Haruhi said with a satisfied grin. "If you can use what you learned here, you'll be a wonderful actress."

"What..?" Mikuru asked sheepishly. Hardly remembering that this was supposed to be some kind of acting lesson.

End

Author's notes.

Wow, sorry this took so long to post, school and life sorta got in the way these last few weeks/months. What's sad is I had this chapter completed for weeks now, I just didn't have the energy to edit and post. Hopefully now that school has slowed down, I'll be able to write more often.