You pay full price for the .45

Picking each gun up you try the sights, feel the weight, and try to make a decision you sort of know might mean your life. “What kind of holster rigs do you have?”

“Well, you are a little thing, so I am sure I have something that will work with slight modification for any of the guns. Which ones are you thinking?”

“I have to have the .45. I also want a hip holster that hangs low on my leg, so I can tie it down. Plus I want the little loops on the holster belt for more bullets.”

“I have just the one. It is dark black leather with a nice shiny silver buckle. It is right over here.” He picks around a bit then pulls out the holster. “Let's see, yes this is it, Large caliber pistol loops. Built this one for a princess actually, her father didn't approve. Wanted more jewels but wouldn't pay anything in advance, the cheap bastard. Here try it on.” He loops it around your waist, sort of pulling you a bit close, then crouches to see better and pulls the pair of leather straps in to buckle them tight, then pulls over the outer buckle that he pulls tight as well. “The two on the inside help with the weight, as well as make the entire rig more stable.” Once he has it snug he goes lower to tie it to your leg, but stops, and for a second you are sure he is about to go down on you. Which is when you realize you are holding your breath. “Well I would have to say if you are going to tie this off to your leg, I would go with pants. This cord will bite into your leg if you don't.”

“Probably a good idea. This outfit makes me look like a slut anyway.”

He laughs, “Well, I don't know if I would say slut. It isn't polite.” Giving him a little punch to the arm causes him to laugh again. “Now, here put the gun in, and I'll start putting bullets in the rig. If it is all to heavy for you then it would be better to go with the rifle perhaps.” You put the gun in the holster, noticing that it has a leather strap that ties over the gun to hold in in, and can release with a quick pull of the end. He puts 24 bullets across the back of the belt, and points to a pair of loops on the right side. “These are to tie on a pouch or two for extra ammo, or anything else for that matter. How much ammo do you want anyway?”

“How much do you have?”

“That is one of my best selling guns. If only I could convince everyone that they are better than swords that is. I have as much as you can carry I suppose.”

“Ok, I'll take 100 rounds loaded, and the reload stuff and ammo for another hundred.”

“Very nice. You do know it is kinda heavy right? You got a backpack?”

“No I don't, do you sell them too?”

“Well yes, I make all kinds of leather goods. Started with holsters, the rest just seemed to bloom out of that. Some day I might even try my hand at armor and clothing.” He walks over and grabs what looks like a canvas bag with shoulder straps, loads everything you requested inside, and hands it to you. It weighs easily 10 pounds or more, but once you have it strapped on it is manageable. “There you go, now you are quite the little adventurer. Now let's see, that will be 1000 silver. I'll throw in the holster and backpack on account of how cute you are. Plus if you will indulge me I'll throw in something else as well.”

“What do you mean?” He goes back down the hall and is gone for a few minutes, before coming back with a black cowboy hat with a black band that is adorned with silver rings. “I bet I can cut this just right.” He manhandles your head and horns, with a rather sharp looking knife in hand, then finally you feel the brim of the hat on your head. “There we go. I knew it would look nice. Here what do you think.” He pulls out a roughly foot square mirror and holds it up for you to see yourself. As you look, you realize this is the first time you have seen your face. You look like you are wearing makeup. Your eyes are rimmed in black, and your lids are even shadowed, you also notice you aren't as completely hairless as you thought, you have thin eyebrows and rather lush long sexy lashes. Plus your lips are jet black as well. You also see you do have piercing pale blue eyes that look amazing, a thin perky basically perfect nose sporting the gold ring in the center that hangs half way to your lip. Opening your mouth to talk you see your tongue is cute and pink, and your perfect white teeth have those little fangs that you have been dealing with. The hat fits perfectly and even makes it look like your horns are coming from it rather than you, the effect is amazing, and you have to admit you are stunning. “It is perfect. I can't take it free, I have to give you something.”

“No I insist. I have had that hat lying around for quite some time. It looks good on you. Call it good for future business from a good customer.” You can't resist. You rise up on your tiptoes and give him a big fat kiss. He is surprised and resists at first pushing you off, “That isn't...” You cut off his protest with another kiss, which makes him melt a bit, taking you in his arms with a hug that has enough strength that has your toes simply brushing the ground. The kiss ends, your heart races, and he sets you down. “Now you go on and git, I have to reopen my shop.” Part of you says to do just that, but a lingering other naughty side wins, you drop to a crouch, and yank down his pants. His 7” member is already hard, and you simply slurp it down in a single gulp to the base before he even has time to react. It certainly isn't the largest cock you have seen now, and there isn't even that odd longing you had before to drink the seed of everyone. In fact it is kinda salty tasting. Which you have to admit while it doesn't taste like the best wine ever, it isn't all that bad. “Don't...” He weakly mutters in protest, but you have grown far to skilled at this to offer much resistance. You massage his balls, and tickle them with your long tongue each time you go down all the way, and the entire time your cheeks are sunk in, while you gently apply quite a bit of suction, slurping every time you pull back and air gets in around the tip. Slobbering, you also take to sometimes simply jerking it with your cute hands, while licking and suckling his sack, taking a ball in your mouth as well. Most of all though, you simply suck, bobbing up and down till finally you get your little desert, as he lets it fly in your eager mouth. When he does, you pull back and keep the tip between your sexy lips, and suck every last drop out like a straw.

As you rise up and look into his happy stunned eyes, you wipe your lips, “There, clean as a whistle.” Pulling out your coin, you set 50 gold on the table and make your way out of the store, loading your gun as you go.

“Thanks come again.” He calls after you as you disappear out of sight.