FREEFALL: A LT FREYA NOVEL - CHAPTER 6 - Reunion

Chapter 6

Reunion

A dry chill crept up Freya’s bones as light slowly returned to her world. Heat radiated around her from an electric blanket, but not nearly deep enough to quell the chill at her core. For a long time she was content to sit, bleary and weak. It never occurred to her to question the sound of equipment surrounding her, the scuttling of feet or the whispered conversations.

Pins and needles rippled through her limbs as the cold waned. It was a familiar sensation. She had felt it after she jumped and woke up with a cyber brain. Anasthesia. She looked up and half expected to see the young nurse who had greeted her back to the world of the living in a UTF hospital years ago. But she was not in a glimmering white recovery room in the Tangi capitol. The equipment which beeped with her heartbeat was that of a field medic, not a surgery theater.

At first all she could muster was a soft groan. But it was enough to catch the attention of those around her.

“She’s back,” a familiar voice squeaked.

“Well… that’s good news,” an unfamiliar voice answered.

She soon felt the eyes of a half dozen others on her as the world came into focus. Kiira, General Kiniro, and what remained of the rescue team surrounded her.

“Kiira,” she coughed, trying to rise from the bed and finding herself too weak to maintain balance. The General and Kiira caught her, sliding her back onto the simple plank bed she’d been propped up on.

“Woah there, sugar!” Kiira said soothingly, “You got hurt, OK hon? You gotta take it slow.”

The general followed up, “Weren’t sure if they scrambled your brain or not. I guess it just looks worse than it is. Can you talk?”

Freya’s ears perked and swivled toward the general, “Looks worse? What happened to me?”

She felt the weight of Kiira sitting down with her, and a soft paw on her shoulder, “Looks like they broke your muzzle for starters. Also your prosthetics are a little banged up. But…”

Freya defensively cut her off, “I can handle those. My nose? Can I see?”

Kiira began to search around the makeshift hospital, “Of course, sweety. Let me get you a mirror or something.”

“Miss Lang,” the general interrupted, “I know you deserve a long reunion with Miss Storm here but I must speak with her right now. It will be brief. I promise. Will you and Dr. Wolver please give the rest of us a moment?”

The doctor cleared out obediently but Kiira gave the General a pouting look.

“Please, Kiira. I have to insist. This can’t wait.”

She sighed and nodded, mouthing her love to Freya as she followed the doctor outside.

Freya’s head swam. The haze from anasthetisa was wearing off, leaving her with the dizzy pain of a concussion.

“What’s going on, General.”

The team milled about the room, each trying to appear as if they were unconcerned with the conversation between Kiniro and Freya. And each failing. The general cast them an exasperated look and they seated themselves before she turned her attention to Freya.

With all the sincerity she had left in her she spoke.

“What we found down there… that ‘city’ or whatever it was. Do you know anything about it? Any rumors you heard while enlisted? Anything you suspect?”

Before she could answer Freya felt a sudden instinct. Like lust or hunting. She ran a quick search on her cyberbrain’s database and found a newly created data file. Less than four seconds old.

“The city was an outpost of the Old Kings, with whom the Tangi made first contact 70 years ago. We killed and robbed them of their technology. And within twenty years we went from a planet who could barely put a rover on our own moon to starting interstellar wars. It was built several tens of thousands of years ago to develop the Sharak model. Sharak is the name for a predictive algorithm that became self aware 22,000 years ago, by Roth time. It gathers data and makes predictions. The more data it has the better it’s results. It became so good that the Old Kings based all their society off of it. Like an oracle. But it has a blind spot… one I’m… I’m helping with?”

The room fell silent and still. Even Freya was disturbed by what she knew. But she continued.

“I’m…. I’m sorry, General. When we were down there they hooked me up to some kind of mainframe. To reprogram my cyberbrain so I could be used as a weapon against the resistance. They wanted me to disable the defense canon so the reamining UTF at the shipyard could get a destroyer in orbit and… well. Kill you all.”

“I see,” Kiniro said flatly.

“Sharak failed… and we made a deal.”

“Freya, that’s…”

“I know. I know. But it’s done.”

“What kind of deal did you make with this thing, Freya?”

“She’s designed to collect data and-”

“She?”

“That’s how she identifies… “

“Go on.”

“She’s designed to collect data. To make predictions. She wants information from me. I want her to stop serving the UTF. Apparently my company is more interesting than theirs,” Freya finished.

The general was silent for a long moment.

“So… she’s on our side, now?”

“She’s not with them. That’s all she’ll tell me.”

“That’s… something. And the city. We’ve all voted on what to do. But this only works if we all agree. One loose link and it all falls apart, you get me? So, I wanted to know where you stand, Miss Storm.”

After a moment Freya nodded and answered the General, “Sharak and I agree… it’s too much to decide anything now. Let’s keep it quiet until after we take the shipyard.”

The General nodded back to her team, “It’s decided then. We all keep this to ourselves until after the current crisis passes.”

“General, why did Kiira have to leave for that? She already knows about the city.”

Kiniro smiled and patted Freya gently on the shoulder, “Because you wouldn’t hear a word I was saying if she was in the room. Go. You’ve been out for a while. Kiira is set up in your bunk. I’m sure you two want to, uh, spend time together. You’ve both earned it. I’ll send for you if I need you.”

With that, Kiniro helped Freya to her feet. The prosthetic leg whined, in need of repair, and her vision swirled at first. But with the help of a crutch and a few moments to adjust she was well enough to walk across the camp.

As she made her way to the exit she looked back at Kiniro and the team.

“General, you want to use Sharak, and that city, against the UTF armada when it arrives. Right?”

“We do, yes.”

“...think hard about that, General. The UTF using this same tech is how we became what we are.”

“What you were, Freya. You’re not one of them anymore. You’re one of us. As was your Captain. Now go. Go see your girlfriend. She’s waiting.”

Freya answered her with a bashful smile, “Thank you, General.”

The nights on Roth were always mild. Roth was a small moon. And the planet it orbited reflected a hazy blue glow into the atmosphere. When the UTF ran the camp- harsh halogen lights lined the streets, posted outside every tent, building and at every corner. The humans removed each one and recycled the parts for other projects. The the blue glow of night was good enough for the ancestors and would be good enough for them. Now that they could see it again.

As Freya hobbled from the hospital to her bunk she was forced to take her time. Her nose and muzzle were bandaged and wrapped, forcing her to breath through her mouth. As a canid she drank in the scent with each breath. Warm air brought with it the ingredients of human food being cooked, served, and enjoyed. The sweat of the people of Roth. Gunpowder. The distant burn of plasma fire. Perfumes the women wore. And somewhere above it all the familiar and heart pulling scent of a lapine named Kiira.

Under the hazy blue glow from a lifeless planet Freya hurried her pace. The humans around her sat in groups, talking, laughing and eating. The children looked up at the colorful night sky as the parents looked down. Neither were used to freely looking upon the other. The children had spent their lives underground working the mines. And the parents had been kept on opposite shifts- family bonding morale was bad for obedience. The UTF made life hopeless. Beyond the chattering of families Freya heard the chirping of insects, the rustle of leaves in the breeze and a soft thrum of music from the bar.

Sharak worked deep within her cyberbrain. Freya watched her HUD as Sharak opened tables, reducing each of these experiences to a series of data points too numerous for her to process. Each data point was logged, cross referenced, and ran through simulations of situations with known outcomes. The simulations were adjusted, the data analyzed, until they matched the known outcomes. And then the resulting tables were reintegrated into Sharak’s algorithm. As cold and reductive as it might have seemed to others, Freya smiled. The old girl was curious. It had been tens of thousands of years since anything had surprised her. To Sharak it felt like being young again. With this thought she felt a brief pulse of emotion and the voice of Sharak emerged as an audible feed, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.

[Is this better, Miss Freya?]

“Yes, if you’re going to talk to me…”

[You are going to see Miss Kiira Lang.]

“I am… and frankly I’d like some privacy when I do.”

[...but I am here to observe just such experiences, Miss Freya.]

“How do I put this? Can you… run in the background? It’s very hard for me to give her my full attention when you’re buzzing around in my higher functions.”

[I believe I understand. You want to experience an intimate moment with Miss Kiira Lang.]

“Right. And if I know you’re there…”

[The data will be corrupted.]

And with that the sense of pairing was gone. She felt alone with her thoughts.

“Thanks,” she said out loud as she opened the door to her shack.

“Oh… it was for me as much as you,” Kiira answered back, “I hadn’t showered in days.”

Freya smiled at the sight. Kiira was lying on the bed under the glow of a small desk lamp. She had borrowed an olive drab tank top and shorts from Freya’s locker. She was drying her wet hair furiously, and patting down damp fur.

“It’s good to be out of that damn UTF uniform… and they were rationing water at the shipyard… so… no hot showers for the last month. Of course. I also wanted to be nice and clean for you,”  Kiira said, standing to help Freya inside and onto the bed before placing the vulpines crutch to the side.

Kiira’s face was always so easy to read. As she gripped Freya’s paws she was awash in affection, relief, anticipation and just a hint of sadness.

“Freya I,” Kiira found she didn’t know how to end the sentence and let the words hang.

“You smell good,” Freya said, filling the silence, “Did the General give you some of that conditioner she hordes?”

Kiira grinned, “Said I looked like I needed it. Why does she have so much if…”

Freya finished for her, “She has no hair?”

They both shared laugher and Freya leaned back on her bed, Kiira melting into her and laying her head on Freya’s chest.

“Can… I just hold you for a few minutes, Kiira?”

“I was about to ask the same…”

And they did. They spent minute after blissful minute feeling each other’s heat, listening to the steady pulse of each other’s breath. Trying to wrap their heads around the fact that the moment had come where they were together and alone.

Ages of silence passed before Freya leaned her cheek into Kiira’s still wet hair and felt the pull of tears build in her chest.

“I thought you were dead,” She said in a small, confessional voice.

She felt Kiira’s muzzle lift and drag against her neck, “I know, love. Hecc… I wish I could have gotten a message to you.”

“The Explosivo… it went down as soon as the humans began…”

Kiira carefully cupped Freya’s cheek on one side and licked the other soothingly.

“Fox told me to get out, remember? I wasn’t hard wired into your network like he was… I could only listen once I left my station.”

“You… heard?”

“When he died.”

The tears Freya had thought had finally run dry came rushing back. Kiira shared in them. They held each other and grieved for Captain Fox Morrison together.

“He got us this far,” Freya finally said after the worst of the grief passed.

“And now it’s our turn,” Kiira answered.

“I love him so much for what he did… for everyone here… for you and me. I just…”

Kiira listened quietly, head on Freya’s shoulder as she stroked her hair.

“Krieger shot him, in the end. He was.. Begging for it. I didn’t understand it then. He just kept begging for Kreiger to pull the trigger…”

“His last gift to the world.”

“What?”

Kiira sighed and sat up to look at Freya, both of their eyes weary with grief.

“He was suffering. But he always kept it in check. To be who he had to be for others. For his unit on his first deployment. And second. For the Propaganda Ministry when he was recruiting. And then for you and me. I think… falling in love with you was the only thing that was peace for him. The only thing that was uncompromised.”

“You too… Kiira. He loved you, too.”

“Yes. But… not like he loved you. It’s okay. It was beautiful to watch, honey. As much as he and I wanted each other… it was always you. For both of us.”

Freya leaned down to kiss Kiira’s nose, but the second her muzzle made contact a shock of pain raged through her.

“Oh, hecc. Careful hon. They really did a number on your muzzle. You’re gonna have to be careful… we got it held together with stitches and tape at this point.”

Freya resisted the urge to rub the pain away and took control with a deep breath.

“But,” Kiira continued when Freya looked calm, “He was suffering. He never got over the violence he saw. He… He knew he’d gone as far as he could go. That he wasn’t going to make it out alive. And he wanted to face it head on. Like he always had.”

Freya sniffed, “He saw the world burning and walked into the fire.”

“Exaclty, sweety. And what he left behind… besides the pain…?” Kiira answered.

“Two girls in love, and a moon full of families with a chance at freedom.”

“We’re gonna have to finish the fight- but he died giving us a chance.”

Freya’s heart stopped racing and she wrapped her arms around Kiira, “He’s finally at peace tho. After all of it he finally got his rest.”

“That’s how I like to think of it. I try to be happy for him. He earned his death.”

Freya nodded and rested her cheek against Kiira’s.

“I love you so much, hon.”

Kiira gripped Freya closer and nuzzled into her, “I love you too. Gosh, I can’t believe it. I dreamed about this every night at the shipyard. My heart won’t stop pounding.”

Freya laughed under her breath and petted her lover’s cheek, dragging her claws through Kiira’s fur, “Oh yeah? What did you dream?”

She saw Kiira’s tail twitch slightly at the question as she squirmed just a bit, reaching an arm around Freya’s middle to cling tightly to her. Kiira’s forearm just barely grazed Freya’s breasts and a small gasp escaped her bandaged muzzle.

“What did I dream? I remembered how you taste every night. Pictured it in my mind. The heat of your thighs, the scent of when you’re really wet, that little moan you always make the first lick… especially how slick and smooth you are. How you don’t taste like any other girl or boy. I dreamed of you just letting me drink you in for as long as I want.”

Freya interrupted, her own paws dragging along Kiira’s sides and down her hips, “Hnng, Kiira… you’re trying to get me wet.”

The small bunny’s paw drifted over Freya’s belly and down to her belt, popping the clasp easily with her claws.

“Why yes, Miss Freya, I absolutely am.”

As Freya’s belt fell open Kiira popped the clasp of her pants, catching the zipper between two claws and slowly tugging it downward, “There’s something else I was dreaming about all these last weeks.”

Freya’s back arched as the bunny’s paw drifted back up to her naval, tracing small circles in Freya’s fur on it’s way down. As she slipped her fingers into Freya’s olive drab panties Kiira whispered, “Miss Freya… would you… hecc.... Let me…”

Freya shifted her hips, trying to force Kiira’s paw down faster as she groaned, “Mm, just say it dear…”

Kiira took a deep breath, “I want to… well… I missed you so much. I want to… be inside you?”

“Hng, I almost fucking came just now.” Freya answered through her teeth.

Kiira’s paw slid beneath Freya’s panties, her fingers gliding between the fox’s legs and between her lips.

“Seems like you’re very ready,” Kiira answered, stroking Freya with a soft and steady rhythm.

Freya’s hips writhed, lifting up and trying to force Kiira’s fingers inside her to no avail. Kiira took a deep satisfaction in Freya’s whimper as she glided her fingers between her lips, spreading her wetness over her clit. She fell into a slow and gentle motion as Freya ran her paws over her own chest and moaned an approval.

“You… hnng… you want to fuck me? For real?”

Freya felt the heat of Kiira’s breath on her neck as the lapine kissed her, whispering as she continued to stroke Freya’s already dripping pussy.

“If… if you want. I know I said I didn’t do that… but… you’re the only person I trust to make me feel like a woman while riding my cock.”

As she whispered, Kiira pressed her hips against Freya’s. Freya could feel the heat of Kiira’s erection digging into her.

Kiira continued, grinding herself into Frey as her fingers slid between her lips, “Besides… with your muzzle broken… we can’t do what we normally do. And gosh, Miss Freya… after a month? I just want to cum in you.”

Freya’s legs spread as she felt Kiira’s fingers sink inside her. The scent of her arousal was dense in the room and Kiira didn’t let up for a moment. Immediately the bunny found an achingly slow pace, fingering Freya with lazy shallow strokes. Kiira bit gently at Freya’s neck, whispering, “I want you Freya. So much right now. Please say yes.”

Freya’s hips met every stroke, her paws running openly over her own breasts.

“Fuck, Kiira…”

Kiira slid her fingers out of Freya’s pussy, and returned to circling her clit. The fur around became matted and slick as Kiira teased. The two writhed against each other, Kiira’s erection pressed hard into Freya’s hip as she began to rock her own hips, desperate for any friction and relief.

Freya whimpered as she reached down to slide out of her pants, “Mmm, get on your back sweety. I need you. Like. Right now.”

“Oooh. Yes, Miss Freya.”

Before Kiira could adjust Freya was already on top of her. As she stradled Kiira, Freya pulled her shirt over her head and leaned down to lift Kiira’s tank top off.

“Damnit I wish my muzzle wasn’t fucked up, babe,” she whined, running her paws over Kiira’s breasts, “I’ve missed these,” she added, dragging her pawpads over Kiira’s nipples.

“Hf… you’re doing just fine without your m-mouth…” Kiira stammered, rolling her head back.

Freya lowered her hips, resting her wet panties against the erection straining Kiira’s boxers. As Kiira tried to shift her hips Freya locked her legs tight around the bunny.

“Mmm not yet,” Freya chastised, her paws swimming over Kiira’s breasts, “I said I missed these!”

Kiira whimpered as she felt Freya’s pawpads just barely brush over her nipples before returning to stroking her breasts. One paw drifted up, gliding over Kiira’s throat and cheek.

“Gosh, you’re so fucking beautiful, Kiira,” Freya breathed, swaying her hips just slightly to tease Kiira’s cock.

“Hm!” Kiira squeaked in response, gasping for air as Freya’s other paw lightly squeezed her nipple.

When Kiira’s mouth opened Freya’s paw glided over her cheek until she lightly pinched her chin, holding the bunny’s mouth open.

“Mm… let me see,” Freya whispered, slowly rolling her hips now over Kiira’s cock.

Freya’s thumb traced over Kiira’s lips, pulling her mouth wide open as she slid her thumb in, pressing down the bunny’s tongue.

“Your mouth is so beautiful… gosh I bet you suck dick so good with this,” Freya added as Kiira closed her mouth around Freya’s thumb and suckled hungrily at it.

Kiira’s tongue flowed eagerly, as she lifted her head to force the finger deeper down her throat. With a deep moan, Kiira slid her lips over Freya’s finger until they rested at her finger tip. With one quick lick for luck Kiira answered, “I’m the best, Miss Freya.”

Freya leaned in, “...Well. I don’t have one for you to suck. But if you’re a good girl for me? I’ll let you clean me up after you cum in me. How’s that?”

Kiira nuzzled into Freya’s paw, “It’s gonna be a lot…. It’s been a while.”

“Promise, babe? You're gonna make a huge mess in me?”

“Hf. Gonna make a huge mess on myself if you keep this up, Miss Freya.”

Freya sighed, “That would be such a waste. But also extremely cute, bun.”

Kiira gulped, wondering if Freya would make it happen.

“You’re adorable when you’re nervous, sweetie,” Freya answered, reaching between Kiira’s legs to free her length and run her silky pawpads over the shaft.

“Gosh you really are ready,” she commented as her pawtips rounded the head of Kiira’s erection and found it already leaking, “I wanted to play with it a bit more but…”

Without finishing Freya rose on her knees and guided Kiira’s tip against her wet, hungry lips. Her head rolled back as she moaned, feeling the head of Kiira’s erection spread her open, just slightly.

Kiira gripped the bed beneath them, twitching with anxiety as she felt the heat from Freay’s pussy envelop her.

“Wait!” She cried suddenly.

Freya whined, legs spread over Kiira’s hips and poised to sink down onto her, “...did you change your mind? It’s okay if you did!I know you don’t normally-”

“No.. gosh no. It’s just. It’s been a month since either of us…. Uh… gosh. You know… the pill?”

“Oh,” Freya said, realizing what Kiira meant, “We don’t have any condoms either.”

“Gosh I wish I…”

Freya sank down two inches, the fiery heat of her pussy swallowing Kiira’s cock as her paws gently circled her nipples.

“I don’t care if you don’t… Mmm. You want to breed me, baby?”

Kiira shivered at the penetration, instinctually lifting her hips to force herself deeper in, “If that’s what Miss Freya wants…”

Freya leaned down, whispering to the poor exasperated lapine as she sank down and took every inch in her heated slick pussy, “You’re gonna shoot your whole load in me, sweetie. I’m gonna milk you dry…”

“Oh Freya… I….” Kiira tried to respond, rocking her hips slowly as Freya matched her pace.

“Shh sweety. I know it feels good. It’s supposed to. I bet you already want to cum.”

Freya began riding Kiira, raising her hips until just the bunny’s tip rested against her slit, and gliding back down to the base. With each thrust Freya felt more wetness pool between them as she dripped with anticipation.

“I can… I can hold it. I promise.” Kiira whimpered.

Freya’s pace quickened, a loud slap sounding as she grinded herself down on Kiira’s already twitching erection.

“Don’t you dare sweety, “ She said, tugging softly on both of Kiira’s nipples as she forced the girl’s cock deep into her pussy until she felt the slightest pressure against her cervix.

“Ahnng…. Gosh you’re the only one that’s too big for me, sugar. I love your cock. Are you gonna cum in me? I wanna feel it…. Make a fucking mess inside me, baby.”

Kiira whined, biting her lip as her hips lifted and bucked, sliding herself in and out of Freya with a few quick desperate pumps before she felt herself boil over. Buried to the hit in Freya’s pussy, Kiira’s cock began to spasm and erupt inside her.

Freya continued to tease Kiira’s breasts as she rolled her hips around Kiira’s cock, encouraging every twitch she felt inside her.

“Gosh yes, good girl… all of it. Raw.  I want your pups... hng.”

Kiira’s hips lifted once more and stayed locked as she continued to fill the fox with week’s worth of desire. Just as she began to come down she felt Freya’s weight lean into her. WIth her head resting on Kiira’s breasts Freya slipped a paw between both of their legs and furiously rubbed herself.

As the last pulses of Kiira’s orgasm waned Freya humped her shaft, cum leaking down between them and dripping onto the bed.

“Think that was enough to knock you up, momma?” Kiira asked biting Freya’s ear.

“Mmmg… say it again…. “ Freya answered, her voice raising in pitch as she neared.

“All that girlcum in your pussy… you’re probably already pregnant. Mmm. Don’t worry, sweety. I’ll still lick your pussy when you are.”

Freya cried out, the frantic pace of her hips matching her breath, “Oh fuck, Kiira… mmm. You going to hng… clean this up when I’m done?”

Before she heard an answer Freya felt herself topple over the edge, riding herself to climax on Kiira’s shaft and grinding down on it harder than ever. Her shout was feral, unrestrained. And heard across the camp until she lay down on Kiira’s chest limp and breathless.

They both held each other, catching their breaths, each afraid to move until Kiira’s shaft began to soften and slid slowly from her lover.

“Mmm… Kiira that was…”

“My… first time, actually. As a girl at least. I’m sorry it wasn’t…. Longer?”

Freya moved to kiss her, bumping her broken muzzle and wincing, “Ow… fuck… how long does a broken muzzle last? I need to kiss you.”

Kiira kissed Freya’s neck, “A few weeks. Sorry sweety. I’ll have to do all the mouth stuff for both of us until then.”

“Speaking of…”

Freya slid off Kiira, opening her legs as she lay back against the shack wall.

“I believe I promised you a reward.”

Kiira’s long ears raised as she settled onto her knees, and collected her prize from between Freya’s legs. She took her time, licking slow and deep- stopping to suckle softly on Freya’s clit. Before long Freya found herself riding Kiira’s muzzle to a second, more mellow climax. When she finished she looked down to see her fingers knotted in Kiira’s hair, pulling her small muzzle between her legs.

The bunny’s face was streaked with fluid, semen, and a deep look of satisfaction.

“Gosh you look so good down there.... You sure I’m all cleaned up?”

Kiira’s eyes closed as she returned to work.

The moon rose high as Kiira showed Freya just how much she was missed. Twice more. Until finally they lay down in bed, cradling each other and each stroking the other’s frame. Still unable to get quite enough of each other.

“Too short, you said…” Freya teased.

“I didn’t expect… well. All that. Mmm. Gosh I missed it.”

“And… you still feel…uh?”

“Very feminine. I think every once in a while… when you’re a very good girl… we can do that from now on. “

Freya rubbed her cheek into Kiira’s, “Then I’ll be the second best girl ever.”

Kiira simply sighed, and they each settled down- falling swiftly into sleep beneath the blue night sky of Roth.