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the scene opens on the open battlefield, gunshots ripping through the air. logan diddy — a pathetic, small, idiot ginger — is hiding in his foxhole while his superiors scream at him to get back in the battle. they eventually give up and leave him for dead. logan says to himself "i can't do this anymore. i need to get out.". he raises his rifle to his mouth, intentions clear, when he is milliseconds away from pulling the trigger, he hears a voice say "STOP! DONT!".
logan pauses and looks around, confused on where the voice came from. when he sees no one he resumes what he was doing. "YOU DUMB FUCKING IDIOT I SAID STOP!". logan pauses again thinking he may have gone insane after 3 long years in the trenches in germany when he sees his rifle sprout a nose, mouth, and eyes staring at him. "...what...?" logan says with confusion, he's never seen a gun act like this, the gun replies "you shouldn't kill yourself even though you are the most useless, stupid, weird, grooming piece of shit i've ever seen!". logan stared in awe and shock, "no one's ever said anything that nice to me before...thank yo-" the gun cuts him off by saying "you should do something a bit more... beneficial"
as logan is trying to process with his little itty bitty fly sized brain what the rifle is trying to say, he finally asks it "wait... why can you talk?", the gun replies "i don't know i was made like this, or maybe your cowardly, useless, fragile, pathetic excuse of a brain has finally broken after so many years at war.". logan excepts this as a reason but the rifles previous wards are still bouncing around in his empty scull unable to hit any brain cells to make any sense if it. "i can tell your struggling so im just gonna tell you", the gun says, "do you wanna fuck?". logan is baffled at this proposition but eventually comes around to the idea. he's never had anyone want to fuck him before and he's never going to if he's just going to die at war and there's no one around so he thinks he might as well.
he tells the gun he'll do it and, because he's an idiot, waits for the gun to do something. the rifle says "why the fuck are you waiting, does it look like i have arms.". "oh... yeah..." logan says as he picks up the gun and questions how he was going to go about it. seeing the obvious confusion on logan's face, the rifle says "it's pretty obvious isn't it. or do i have to spell that out for you too?". logan (for the first time in his life) catches the hint and wastes no more time. logan shucks off his pants and without any preparation shoves the entirety of the guns barrel into his ass and immediately moans deeply at the length. the little freak cums at the first thrust but keeps going cumming with each thrust he gives.
logan puts more of the gun up his ass and is now shoving all the way up to the magazine into his ass. because of how far he's going, the rifles mouth and nose are also being pushed into logan making the rifle unable to talk or breath. with an attempt to make logan stop, the rifle bites him over and over again but logan doesn't stop, in fact, he speeds up forcing the gun into him quicker and deeper, desperately grasping at the stock. logan is going so fast that he doesn't even realize when the gun stops biting him and his hand accidentally slides down to the trigger as he shoots into himself, still moving not noticing he's shot himself he keeps shooting eventually killing himself.
in the distance, it appears there is a sleek, futuristic looking box that opens as another logan steps out to witness the scene. he steps out just as the first logan is dying and checks his pulse. when logan #2 feels no pulse, he takes the gun out of logan #1 and takes his dick out to put inside logan #2. as logan #1 slides in, logan #2 can finally feel what it's like to do what so many people told him to do, and fuck himself. logan #1 glided in and out of logan #2, using the cum as lube as logan #2 moans seductively while logan #1 stays silent (because he's dead).
logan #2 enjoys the experience until he's finished, reveling in how good he is, thinking maybe this is why so many people told me to stop when i did this to them, because they love it so much . once logan #2 had gotten his fill, he hopped off logan #1 and strutted back into his little gray box and disappeared, leaving logan #1 to rot pant-less in the back of a battlefield while explosions cascading around him.
minutes after logan #1's death, cheers can be heard ring out throughout the mountains and hills, past miles of towns and over seas and continents. the allied forces had won the war once logan #1's pulse had stopped. making their way back, soldiers can be heard celebrating the win when they notice logan's body. "did that guy finally die?" one said, "jesus i thought he never would" another said as agreements were shared between every soldier as they dismissed his body, although some soldiers had gone out of their way to step on him only to slip of blood and cum and scurry away in discomfort and disgust, all calling him a freak before leaving.