“You sure about this Pan? It’s 35mm tungsten, at 1200 rpm,” Asked a groggy sounding Sparkplug through the intercom, as he ran through the wind-up calibrations for today’s ballistics exercise from his normal place in the control room. The massive minigun going through a relaxed whirling motion that gradually increased in speed as the electric drive powered up, followed by a series of dry clicks letting the stallion know the firing pins were properly aligned with the rotary chambers. Spark observing the dry firing with a casual curiosity through the three or so inches of bulletproof glass separating him from the test chamber, before he took a long sip of his coffee and tapped the okay confirmation on his hoofprint smudged console, as everything seemed to be in order.

“Relax, it’s not like they are obsidian tipped,” replied Pan through her walkie talkie, as she watched a pair of Pegasus techies start to load her partner for today’s test. Pan not recognizing the mare and stallion who were taking their sweet time on the task, as the two PPE clad ponies seemed more bothered about nattering about something trivial, than doing their actual job, but eventually, they mustered the effort to connected the chunky belt feed with a reassuring mechanical click. The snaps of a few microswitches then following, before the stallion gave a firm kick and a couple of heavy taps with a spanner to perform the obligatory percussive check to ensure the bulky belt was securely attached. The mare checking her paperwork on a data slate, before deciding she was confident in their handiwork and said something into her walkie talkie in tandem with an affirmative gesture to the control room. After confirmation from Sparkplug, she just turned to her partner and the duo departed towards the exit, doubtlessly continue their conversation over a well-earned brew in the breakroom.

Pan rolling her eyes, as just from the mannerisms she could tell they were contractors, but she couldn’t help but stare at the pegamare’s plump plot as it enticingly waggled past her, in an enticing way that could not help but catch the unicorn’s attention. The unicorn making a mental note to get that mouth-watering morsel of a mare’s number, as she stepped onto her normal red X on the floor before pausing to wait for Sparkplug to go down his normal pre-test checklist to cover his ass if something was to go horribly wrong. Pan just nodding her head as he went through the usual spiel, in the off chance that today was the day the experimental weapon they were evaluating decided to mag dump on them mid-test.

The bureaucratic formalities always dragging, but soon enough they were out of the way, and with the green light from Sparkplug Pan’s horn illuminated an aqua green as the mare began to manifest her sturdy shield spell. The technique second nature to the cyborg, and in a couple of seconds a glowing bubble of energy had formed around the equine, fortifying her already stable stance with a glowing shell of sorcery. The unicorn maintaining her focus as she locked eyes with the barrel that would soon be shooting death in her direction, as she maintained a cool confidence that she could manage whatever destructive discharge it was set to fling at her.

“Just remember, it’s a 20-second burst, so if you sneeze, I am going to need to send someone down with a mop,” joked Sparkplug, as with a reassuring clank he closed the blast shield on his observation window, knowing full well a bunch of ricochets where about to start pinging around the concrete sarcophagus Pan was standing in. The shrapnel pitted grey walls giving a good indication of what was to come, reassuringly reminding staff that the thick walls were more than sufficient to stop any misplaced rounds before they even came close to compromising the live-fire exercise.

“Just hit the button, it’s been over a month since my ovaries have had a good quaking, let’s see what this bastards buzz is like,” brushed off Pan, as the equine eagerly braced herself for one hell of a kick. Spark just gave a bemused snort, before he tapped the “START” button and the gun started to spin with a worrying whistle that was suddenly followed with a bassy “BRRT” as the cannon spat its salvo downrange. The first shell shattering against Pan’s spell with a rippling shimmer as though it were a pebble striking the serene surface of a lake, causing Pan to grunt under the stimulating force of the impact that ripped through her senses like a splash of icy water. This sensation repeating itself in rushing waves as in a matter of seconds dozens of supersonic lumps of metal struck against the magical wall, in a cacophony of whooshing cracks.

The obscene burst mass instantly making itself known, leaving Pan biting her lip, as the strikes of bullets blended into one, in a way not too dissimilar to a heavy rain. The hum of her magic drowned out by the impacts as though the weapon was searching for the exact resonance of the mare’s magic so the penetrate projectiles could breach through the murmuring mare’s stalwart defences. The crackle of magic blending into a single sound as the fire rate ramped up, unleashing a load of lead at the stoic unicorn at breakneck speed. In an instant Pan’s cheeks flushed red, as her sex was stoked by the thrumming stimulation coursing through her body, where it lapped at her libido, leaving the mare more than a little moist under the brunt of the tactile feedback.

The unicorn’s puckered ponut pinching with a throbbing blink as she bore the brunt of the barrage, which pattered harmlessly against her shield like a drenching downpour. Pan adjusting the frequency of her magic slightly to accommodate for the pattering twitch, well trying to maintain her composure as the inertia convulsed into her clit like a vibrator set to max. A greasy sweat tainting Pan’s snow-white fur, as the unicorn’s arousal spiked in response to the exterior of her spell ringing through her skull like a bell. The energy rattling down her spine before terminating at her lustful loins, as every nerve in the equine’s body sang in harmonic chorus to the bullets raking over her magical dome.

Each strike fuelling the orgasmic tension throttling Pan’s tight cunt into a clenching choke, that grew ever more intense as she neared release. Her sopping wet sex actively drizzling out needy femcum, and in a matter of seconds, a musky puddle of sexual secretions had formed on the floor between the panting unicorn’s hind legs, as she went from relaxed to ravaged by rutting within 15 seconds. Sparkplug smirking at this unashamed display of deviance as though it was a normal occurrence, before taking another swig of his drink, and said something nonchalant to his blushing assistant beside him.

“Looks like we are still gonna need that mop…."

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Pan's job involves weapons testing, a task that the unicorn takes a perverse pleasure in due to the stimulation she gets from having her shield shot at. The equine enjoys the evaluations, and it's not uncommon for a particularly large calibre shell to make the unicorn suffer a gut retching orgasm. This test turning out pretty standard for one involving an oversized Gatling gun, though Pan did manage to possibly scope out a possible contractor snack before the bullets started to fly...


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