Valley After 2.6: BFFs

Author's note: Navalea is a polyamorous and pansexual woman who gains a penis one day. Her story is a sexy slow burn of friends discovering themselves, and each other, while surviving the fall and rebirth of civilization.

Hearts ❤︎ indicate erotic chapters. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

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Refuge 2.6: ❤︎ BFFs

I was in the cabin one day, playing a solo tabletop game while my housemates were out working. The sun drifted through hazy afternoon skies. The door opened, and Kira stepped inside, finally back from patrol! She looked visibly exhausted, covered in dust, and quickly shut the door behind her. Our air purifier whirred in concern as the scent of smoke drifted in.

"Hey Kira. Rough day?" I asked with a worried look.

"Yeah," she responded as she removed her helmet and mask, then slung off her pack. "A barn collapsed."

"Wow! Are you okay?!" I jumped up from the table and gave her a quick glance-over. "Do they need me in the infirmary?"

"No, no, everyone's fine," she reassured me with a wave of her hand. "We got out in time."

"Oh, whew. That's a relief! Need help with your kit?"

"Sure. Thank you," she nodded and sighed wearily. The scouting patrols were getting longer, and it seemed like she was in every one of them. I helped her start taking off her gear.

"Out of curiosity," I asked after a moment, "How'd you get to keep this here? Most of the other guards I see don't carry their stuff around."

Kira looked at me with a little bit of surprise on her face. "Oh! Well, Shaun allowed me a special dispensation." She shrugged. "It's nice. I don't have to go digging through the armory every time I need something, and I can keep things organized the way I like." She unlocked her gun cabinet, and began stashing her ammo and stuff. I didn't know what most of it was.

"Is that because you were in the..." I couldn't remember the name of the unit.

"In the ODA? Yeah." She nodded while bringing her gun over to the table for its daily cleaning. "I didn't see much direct action, but there's only two of us with recon experience, so they really need me. It comes with nice perks."

I sat down next to her. She gave me a curious look, and I asked, "Do you... mind if I watch?"

"Sure," she said and shrugged her shoulders while moving some parts of the gun, then looked inside where the ammo used to be.

"What are you doing?" I asked inquisitively.

"Oh, checking the chamber for a round. You always start with a safety check before a field strip," she added and began taking the gun apart. There were more pieces than I expected. She put some liquid on a round brush, and started running it through the barrel. After a lengthy silence, she said thoughtfully, "You never asked about work before."

"Is it okay?"

"Of course!" she responded with a confident smile. Kira always seemed like a different person when doing... soldier stuff. Not the bashful nerd I grew up with. She asked curiously, "What changed?"

"Hmm..." I thought for a while. "I think in the past your job, or time in the service, was this distant, abstract thing. Now that you're here, keeping us safe... keeping me safe, I want to learn more about it. I just... never wanted to pry, you know?"

Kirra nodded and mused, "Yeah. Makes sense." She switched out the brush for a tiny cloth on a rod, running that down the barrel. "I like how you haven't... well... you never treated me differently after I got back."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Still my friend. That didn't change."

"Yeah. A lot of people I knew as a kid looked at me weird afterward." She finished cleaning the barrel, and started wiping down different parts with a cloth, removing the dust. "They were angry, or sad, or did that hero-worship shit. You never did that." She stopped a moment to look me in the eyes with a serious expression I rarely saw from her. "I really appreciate that."

"Of course," I responded with a warm smile. She resumed her cleaning. I asked, "What's this gun called, anyway?"

"It's a SIG MCX. The Virtus model, but with the way things are going, I'm hoping to find a new FCG and other parts for selective fire." Kira said as she put some shiny liquid on a cloth and rubbed it around various pieces of the gun.

I frowned in confusion. "FCG?"

"Oh, sorry. Fire control group. Civilian versions are single-shot, but you can swap out parts for burst or automatic fire." Then she stopped and gave me a look. "Which is super illegal."

I melodramatically looked around the room and pointed at Kira. "This is the one, officers!"

She laughed and shook her head, continuing her cleaning. "So yeah, I've asked Shaun to consider using the chopper to scavenge around the Bremerton naval yard. That place took a beating in the tsunami, and they evacuated, but surplus could still be in the rubble all over the city. We might need heavier arms if any military detachments have gone rogue."

I leaned back in the chair and hesitated for a moment before asking my next question. "I've always wondered... if I can ask... I thought they didn't let women in the Green Berets?"

"Oh yeah, they blocked the Q course after Wilder passed it back in the 80s. She really pissed them off!" Kira chuckled with a wry grin, unbothered by my question. "It opened up again in 2016, but there still weren't many chicks in my graduating class."

She finished cleaning and started putting the gun back together. The whole process had only taken a minute or two, and it looked brand new. I was amazed at how quick and efficient she was. Kira didn't even look at what she was doing half the time! I wondered if she could do it blindfolded, like they do in movies? I didn't ask. It might seem cringey.

Once the gun was reassembled, Kira got up from the table to lock it away, then stretched her arms a bit. "Anyway, I'm gonna take a shower."

"Mind if we keep chatting?"

"Sure!" she said with a bright smile. I followed her to the bathroom doorway and leaned against the doorframe. She undressed while we talked.

"Has a building collapsed before?" I asked while glancing over the dusty green-brown camouflage on the clothes.

"Yeah, this is the fourth time," Kira said with a nod while her clothes piled up on the floor. "Thankfully we've always gotten out before anyone got hurt. Or you'd be patching us up."

Then she let out the tight bun holding her hair up, allowing the long violet strands to swish down over her naked body. I bit my lower lip at the beautiful sight. Even with the dust caking her hair, my best friend was really pretty!

"Honestly," she continued while turning on the shower and stepping inside, "We're lucky so many structures survived the quake. It's a lot harder to dig through rubble."

"I can imagine," I responded with a distant voice, distracted by the sight of the water cascading over her body. Then... I realized I was staring. I looked away, blushing.

The silence stretched out for a while. Then Kira's voice drifted to my ears, quiet and bashful, "It's... it's okay if... you know, um, you want to look."

I was in my head for a while before finally hearing what she said. It's weird how being neurodivergent makes you miss some things about people, while noticing other things in a really... analytical way? Seeing her personality shift from confident to bashful reminded me of a stage performer dropping their character and becoming the actor again. Or maybe the other way around? Maybe that was over-simplifying things.

Where was I? Oh... right. My best friend asked me to look. At her naked body. In the shower.

"Oh! Okay," I said, blushing furiously, and cautiously turned my gaze back towards Kira. A faint, shy smile touched her flushed cheeks. She got the shampoo, and started lathering up her hair. The water poured over her face and shoulders, running in rivulets across her breasts, down her hips, and along her legs to the floor. I was mesmerized. She started washing out the shampoo.

"I've been..." Kira began hesitantly, then froze a moment. "The past few months, well, I'm trying to, um, get more... confident. With my body."

"You know I've always thought you look amazing," I said as I found my composure again, reassuring my friend. "Let me know if there's any way I can help. I want you to be happy."

She nodded silently, then started putting conditioner in her hair. After a minute she said softly, "Thank you. Do you... well, do you remember Addison?"

I frowned and crossed my arms. "That bitch in middle school who gave you shit all the time?" I said angrily. "How could I forget?"

"Yeah. Well..." she sighed as she finished conditioning her hair. "Despite how you fought for me, it still... it still got to me."

"I know," I nodded and grumbled, "And hey, she deserved it! Even if I did go a little... overboard. Maybe the glue was too much. It just pissed me off how she called you a bimbo all the time."

"It's not like I got implants or something," Kira said while looking down at her breasts. They were a lot larger than average. I remembered it made things particularly difficult when she got into JROTC, and had to get sturdy underwire for jogging, and other athletic stuff.

"They were just jealous bitches."

"Yeah, I know. But still... it... you know?"

"Gets to you."

"Yeah."

Kira went silent a long while as she soaped up, then rinsed off. I leaned against the sink counter and gave her time to think. Then she suddenly blurted out, "I want to cut my hair!" She looked away bashfully. "Could you... help me?"

"Oh, absolutely!!" I responded with a huge grin. "Gonna join the pixie club?!"

"Naw, I just want to... well..." She held out her wet hair under one hand, staring at it. "Change, I guess. Grow it back out, and... not color it anymore."

"I'd love to help!" I said with an excited grin.

"Thank you!" Kira looked at me with relief on her face. Wow! Kira had dyed her hair since we were 12. Always different colors every time, sometimes natural hues, sometimes wild colors. She'd hidden her blonde-ness ever since middle school.

"I'll find some shears!" I said excitedly and bounced out of the bathroom to get my scissors. I had stopped trying to look pretty long ago, as a teenager, going through a somewhat emo phase as I cut my own hair, short, and honestly kinda messy. I'd gotten better at it over time, thankfully! It's still tough to do yourself.

By the time I found the scissors and peeked back into the bathroom, Kira was drying off. She rubbed that soft white towel over her beautiful pale curves, gliding across her body, picking up the drops of water. I bit my lip again.

I felt like I was looking at her in a different light lately. Not just noticing her beauty in the detached, matter-of-fact way you do with friends, but as something more? I'd been thinking about it increasingly often. Kira noticed me staring again, and blushed. "Sorry," I said softly. "You're just... stunning!"

"Thank you," she said with a shy smile, still blushing.

"So... uh, how long?" I asked and held up the scissors.

"Pretty short," she responded and wrapped the towel around her body like a poncho, all the way up to her neck, to keep trimmings away. "I just... I want the purple gone."

"Gotcha," I responded and nodded. Well, I knew how to do that! I'm no professional stylist or anything, but can do a short cut like mine.

We moved into the main room of the cabin. She sat in one of the chairs. I stood behind her, and started running my fingers through her hair, testing the feel of it in my hands to get a sense of how I'd cut it. She trembled briefly from my touch before going still. Or was I just imagining that? It was barely perceptible, and maybe just my imagination...

Then I carefully started trimming off the long strands of hair. The violet locks fell to the floor in clumps. I took my time, wanting to do well, as an entirely new look for Kira gradually emerged. It felt... intimate, in a way. I felt thrilled to help her become more happy and comfortable with her body! After half an hour I finished the last few snips around her ears. I brushed away the debris, then got a mirror and held it up. Kira beamed the most beautiful smile I'd seen in years.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed with a joyful sense of relief. Then...

Kira looked me in the eyes. The smile faded into an equally happy, yet new expression I hadn't seen from her before. She slowly stood up from her chair, placed a hand gently on my belly...

then Kira leaned forward...

... and kissed me!

I felt my best friend's warm lips touch me for the first time in our lives. I froze briefly, before longingly returning the kiss. I lost myself in that blissful embrace. I couldn't tell you how long it lasted. It felt far too short, while stretching on for eternity. Our hands softly moved around each other's bodies, holding close, comforting ourselves in that shared joy. I felt a little dizzy when our lips finally parted.

My best friend looked at me with a somewhat worried face and asked quietly, "Was that... okay? I'm... I'm sorry if..."

I pulled her into another kiss. More passionate. More hungry. I hadn't even realized her towel had fallen when she stood. My hands moved up her naked back, one reaching up to caress her short golden hair, before gliding back down to her hips.

When we pulled away from the second kiss, a little clarity returned to my thoughts. "Is this... right?" I asked with concern. "You... and Julien..."

She blushed and glanced down a moment. "I... I've had, well, feelings for you, for a little while," Kira said quietly. "I told him about it. He actually encouraged me to, well, tell you... he's been very supportive. I've just been... scared? Of what could happen?"

I nodded. "I think, um, I have feelings for you too."

"Really?" She looked up hopefully.

"Yeah." I nodded. "It took me a while to realize. You know how I can be so clueless about stuff like that. I... I was also worried about telling you, too. I know things can get... complicated."

"Yeah," she said and leaned her head against me. She was shorter than me, enough to rest her cheek on my bosom as I hugged her. "I don't want to lose you, Navalea."

"Same." I thought for a moment. "Hm... well, as kids we promised never to let anything or anyone get between us. That includes us! We won't let... ourselves... cause problems for... ourselves!" I finished the awkward sentence and giggled.

She returned the giggle quietly, still resting against my chest. "Okay. Agreed. And... well, Lily would be okay with... whatever this is, too?"

"Yeah. I mean, look what happened the other night with Ceana..."

Kira blushed at the memory. "That was SOOO hot..." she groaned. I could feel her confidence returning in her voice. "You sure did learn how to use this fast!"

...

We stopped a moment.

...

Frozen.

...

I blushed deeply. Kira quickly moved her hand away from my crotch. Without thinking, she'd grabbed my hardon through the skirt.

"Oh. S-sorry," she stammered.

"It's okay," I said nervously. Then I took her chin in her hand, and tilted her face upwards gently, looking into her eyes. My shy... badass... nerdy... confident friend gazed at me. Then I kissed her. Harder. My soft hands roamed up her body, cupping those perfect, big breasts, caressing the underside. A little moan escaped from her mouth into the kiss, making me shiver.

I eventually broke the kiss and asked hesitantly, "What do... um, would you like to... um, do anything? More?"

"Like... over there?" she asked and looked at the bed.

"Yeah."

She nodded without saying a word, cheeks bright red.

I took her hand and led her to the bed. Kira helped me take off my clothes, somewhat awkwardly. I got caught in my shirt! We both giggled as I struggled, head inside the shirt with one arm trapped in a sleeve. We giggled and finally got me free. Then her eyes flickered down and she bit her lower lip as I reached for my skirt.

"Can I do it?" she asked nervously.

"S.. sure!" I stammered, blushing as my best friend kneeled down to the floor at my feet. She hooked her fingers into my skirt and panties, then slowly pulled both down together. My clothes caught on my hardon, before it finally bounced free, smacking her in the cheek. We both giggled again.

Then Kira gently wrapped a hand around my cock. She mused quietly, "I've been wanting to... just... feel it, I guess, for a long time? What it's like. It's so... different. For you." Her hand remained still, gripping me gently, and I felt my shaft pulsing from excitement.

"It feels g-good," I said awkwardly. "When you do. Touch it." I couldn't think of anything eloquent as I gazed down at my blonde best friend kneeling at my feet, her hand wrapped around my thick girl cock, looking up at me with bashful blue eyes.

She asked hesitantly, "How has it... well, how's it, um, been?"

"It's, well, annoying at times," I answered bluntly, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by everything. "Gets in the way, you know? It's nice to be able to pee standing up now, though." My thoughts swirled as she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. I managed to continue, "And... gosh... sex with it feels so different from, you know, getting fucked. I feel... powerful? Even when on bottom. And when I, well, you know... release into someone, it feels... possessive? Like I'm, um, claiming them?"

She angled my shaft a little to the side, then the other, just looking at it. I could feel her breath softly drift across it, causing it to jump in her hand. She giggled awkwardly. "I asked Julien how it felt once. He never really... he didn't have anything to compare it to. It was hard for him to describe."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I mean, if he had asked me what it was like to have a pussy, I'd probably just have said what a pain it can be, literally. I guess it's hard to put into words when it's all you've ever had."

"Yeah," she responded with a nod.

It felt kinda surreal to be casually chatting with my best friend about my cock she was holding. We weren't even doing anything, really, just talking. Even so, a little pre had leaked out my tip. Then... Kira leaned forward and licked that drop. I gasped and wobbled on my legs.

"Oh! Sorry?" Kira said with a worried look up at me.

"Oh.. oh it's okay! You just... surprised me," I said and reassured her. "Maybe I shouldn't be standing?"

"Oh. Yeah. Probably," she grinned and laughed a little. I climbed into bed and laid down on my back. She followed me, and laid along my side, snuggling up against me with her head on my shoulder, while my arm slipped around her body. Her hand wrapped back around my cock.

"Hey Nav," she said quietly and looked into my eyes.

"Yeah, Kira?"

"Promise me this won't change our friendship?"

"I promise."

"Thank you," she said and kissed me again, a little quick peck this time. Then she asked, "Can I... um, help you get off?"

I nodded, blushing, unable to actually say anything in response. A joyful smile lit up her face! Then her hand slowly moved down my shaft, soft fingers gliding over it, before reaching the base and gradually dragging back up. We laid there together, stretched out on the bed, relaxing with her at my side as she slowly rubbed my girl cock up and down in smooth, gentle motions.

"You can, uh, touch your... boobs, if you want to," she said quietly. I tentatively lifted a hand to one of my breasts. She watched my fingers cup that soft mound, caressing and massaging, then I brushed across one pertly aroused nipple. I gasped a little as Kira twisted her hand gently around my cock, starting to spiral up and down along the shaft.

"Can I... touch you too?" I asked hesitantly. She nodded shyly. I moved a hand down, and she spread her legs slightly, revealing her nethers and neatly-trimmed blonde bush.

I touched Kira's pussy. For the first time! I felt my heart racing. She gasped, and her hand stopped moving on my cock, gripping it tightly. My touch slowly moved up along her soft folds, then back down, exploring her pussy lips. My fingers got sticky. My head swam with dizzying thoughts. My best friend... is wet... from stroking my cock. From me... touching her.

It felt surreal and erotic. We cuddled there for a long while, gently touching and caressing each other, letting the pleasure rise in our bodies without rushing things. It was so different from any other sexual experience in my life. It was not the passionate love I shared with Lily, or the casual rutting I enjoyed with Ceana. I'd never experienced anything like this with previous lovers, either.

Kira and I had shared everything together since childhood. Aside from our jobs, and aside from sex. Now both of those things were overlapping in this tiny town, while the rest of the world swirled into chaos beyond the mountains. It made me feel closer to her than ever before. Best friends with a lifelong bond, in every way.

"I'm... getting close," I breathed out after a long while, my fingers rubbing her clit in quick little circles.

"Me too," she moaned and gazed down at her hand on my shaft.

Kira stared at my cock while tugging it firmly, watching it move in her grip. Then she bit her lower lip, grunted, and pressed her pussy into my hand. I trembled as I felt my nethers pulse, and hot strands of cream spurt out in long arcs over my breasts and belly, some splattering on her face, causing her to jump slightly before letting out a long, whimpering groan of satisfaction. I felt her thighs clench around my hand, trembling and quivering, cumming on my fingers in quick, short jolts, our orgasms shaking the bed together slightly as our hot, naked bodies quivered against each other.

I took in a shaky breath as I gradually came down from my high. Kira looked up at me with a blissful smile.

"Best friends, forever?" I whispered breathlessly.

"Best friends. Forever."