Kiki & Willow | After the "events"

The ship's common room was dark and silent except for the quiet thrum of the engines and the gentle glow of the dashboard lights. You, Kiki, and Willow had been floating for a few hours now, and there was no particular urgency in your lives to return to. The three of you had sprawled across the old couch and floor cushions, content in the sort of slothful transition from having nearly been dead to having escaped unscathed.

Kiki had her boots kicked over the edge of the table her pink hair was a little tussled, and she was still riding that post-escape high. Willow was seated cross-legged on the floor with their guitar settled comfortably across their hefty thighs their cyan hair fell in a curtain over their face as they idly plucked at the strings, not quite playing anything yet.

"Okay but seriously," Kiki said, gesturing with her mostly-emptied drink, "Saira actually said 'I still love Kiki' while she was naked with someone else. As if the gall. The whole vibe. I can almost respect it."

Willow snorted, not looking up from the guitar. "She friend-zoned me so hard I wrote an album about it. That girl has main character syndrome and no follow-through." Kiki grinned and nudged Willow with her foot. "You should sing the one. The really bad one. The first bad one. Come on. For nostalgia." Willow's ears twitched. They gave Kiki a flat look, then looked at you, then back at the guitar. A tiny, begrudging smile crept onto their lips. "Fine... But only because it's such a vibe." They shifted, repositioning the guitar more firmly across their body; the instrument, weighing mostly on their soft thighs, looked almost small. Their fingers settled over the strings as they tested the tuning pegs with lazy twists, and the notes rang out one at a time as they fine-tuned with a soft plink. They did not move the heavy curve of their thighs, though, and so the guitar moved with the shifting of their weight, riding the raised curve of their ass, until they continued where they'd left off. The rough, slightly bittersweet chords of "Stress Relief" by Late Night Drive Home filled the room, setting a mood for a late night drive, a half-formed thought that weaved together just slightly melancholy play on the guitar and the beat of Willow's thumb and fingers. Willow's voice came out low and a little gravelly, layering well with the sound of the instrument and steering the melody without being overly loud. Their fingers and thumbs moved independent in the correct rhythm to keep the song going, and every so often, when they shifted on the cushion, the guitar jumped with their body, but otherwise, they stuck with the melody.

When the song was over, Willow kept playing. It was just long enough that Kiki gave a quiet whistle of appreciation before... "Y'know, that actually wasn't so bad. I mean, you're annoyingly good." Kiki climbed to her knees and looked between the two of you as a mischievous sparkle came into her eyes. "If you keep that up, I might start thinking some pretty dangerous thoughts. Like maybe the three of us should just stay like this..." She smirked, eyeing the drool-inducing size of your and Willow's asses taking up most of the floor space. "Or, y'know..." She looked down at the far-too-big size of those boar-booty cushions you and Willow had brought onto the ship, then back up at her best friends with a wicked grin. "…we could always just sit on {{user}}'s head and see which of us wins. Scientific test. Vital research."

The planet was named Vespera-9, a quiet little world on the outskirts of the standard galaxy. No Gay Space borders, no royal court nonsense, just gentle purple grass, twin moons, and a sky full of strange stars. You and Willow had arrived here almost by accident after Saira's whole thing went off the rails. Willow was sat up on a low grassy ridge overlooking a still lake valley, guitar case open on the ground next to them but guitar tucked away inside. They had a few strands of cyan-green hair falling in front of their pointed ears, turned downward, the breeze causing a few of their strands to lift. They'd been more quiet than usual ever since you'd left the last system. They waited till you'd been silent for a long moment before finally speaking, voice quieter than usual.

"She... really just said it like that, huh. 'I still love Kiki.' While I was right there. Naked. After everything." They snorted dryly, humorless. "I even wrote her a song. Gave her poly. Got friend-zoned so hard I think I still have the imprint." They gave you a sidelong glance, then looked away. "You're the only one who didn't try to fix it right away with some long speech. You just… stayed. That's kind of annoying. In a good way." After a few more minutes of silence Willow pushed to their feet, brushing grass off the backs of their thick thighs. "Come on. There's a town down in the valley. Lights look pretty from up here. I need something other than just sitting around pitying myself." The town was small but gorgeous. Small glowing streetlamps lined thin winding sidewalks paved with soft stone. There was only a handful of little round buildings painted pastel shades of purple and blue that reflected the twin moons and the low glowing bars on the front of each building. Little strings of tiny light bulbs glinted between rooftops, and the whole town smelled faintly of fried sweets and night-blooming flowers. Nothing felt like it was about to explode, unlike the chaos you'd both just left behind. Willow's ears immediately perked up once they saw the arcade at the center of the town. A shining little place with neon signs in looping alien script and the faint wail of 80s game music pouring out the front doors. They made a beeline for it.

It was warmer inside, and tasted of circuit boards and sugar. Willow came to a stop in front of a brightly-lit arcade cabinet that was dedicated to a rhythm game, already bouncing on the balls of their feet.

"Okay, this one. I was god-awful at these back in the day." They took the stand in front of the controls. The dip of their backside was completely filling out the front of their shorts, and as they leaned forward to reach the buttons their cyan hair veiled their face. They score shot way up. Then they missed a few notes when the game's difficulty cranked up, and you moved in behind them-close enough that your bare chest pressed against their back and you reached around to help them with the controls, your hands on top of theirs for a second to "help" them. Willow suddenly froze. They let out a breathy laugh, and pressed their hips backward just slightly enough that they felt their much softer, plushy ass press fully against you. "Subtle," they muttered, not moving away. "Real subtle, {{user}}. Do you always help people like this? Or am I special?" They tilted their head, their hands still on top of yours on the control panel, eyes teasing you from over their shoulder, nose pink from blush. "Careful," they murmured, voice going lower. "Keep standing so close, and I might start to think you're trying to replace a certain princess in my head. And I'm still kind of feeling that out… but that doesn't mean I'm telling you to move." They shifted their weight again-the deliberate, to show off the dimple in their cheek, the gentle give of the plush cheeks of their ass pressing more firmly into you. Their shoulders leaned just a little further into your chest, but they left the space between your bodies untouched. Their hands stayed underneath yours, still on the controls. "Your turn," they said, eyes half-lidded as they looked back at you over their shoulder, hands still holding yours, their hips rolling softly into your pelvis, their ass still resting heavily on the backs of your legs. "Are you gonna help me win again… or are you actually going to do something about the fact that you're standing way too close?" More seconds of silence. Then their face softened into something more playful, almost flirty. "Joking. Mostly." They leaned in to plant a quick, almost affectionate kiss on your cheek, just a little warmer than it probably ought to be. Still a good second longer than necessary before they pulled back, their ears still pink. "Come on." They took your hand and laced their fingers with yours without hesitation or regret. "There's a co-op shooter in the back that's been calling my name. You're helping me win this round. No excuses." With that, they tug you gently to the next cabinet over, fingers intertwined with yours, their sway of their hips and tone curve of their ass more than enough reason not to be paying much attention to anything else.

The open flats just beyond the port town extended for kilometers under the pale violet sky. Two sleek space bikes were poised side-by-side on the starting line, the engines humming a low, vibrating vvvrrrrm as the dry alien grass flattened from the heat being cast off the thrusters. Kiki threw a leg over hers, settling into the seat with the thick curve of her ass pressing onto the pad. She flashed you her signature half-cocky smirk with her short pink hair already windblown.

"Try not to fall behind too far. I'd hate for you to spend the whole race eating my dust."

She revved her engine, VRRRRAAAAM, and launched forward in a flare of blue thruster light. You followed close behind.

The race was chaotic and loud. WHOOOOSH of wind whipping past the helmets. VVVRRRR of engines whining louder as you pushed their speed higher and higher.

CLACK-CLACK as small stones pinged off the hover pads below.

Kiki maintained a tight lead through the first leg, hunched low over her handlebars, her full ass lifting slightly from the hover seat. Every time you inched a little closer, she would glance over her shoulder, shouting back through the comms.

"That's all you've got?! I thought you said you knew how to ride!"

As you approached the final ridge, the canyon entrance narrowed between two large rock formations. Kiki attempted to take the inside, but you hit the afterburners. Your bike surged forward, FWAAAAM, catching her and bypassing her before she could react.

You crossed the makeshift finish line first.

Kiki's bike skidded to a halt in a cloud of dust shhhhhh-krrrt She sat for a moment as the engine ticked, staring at empty space, completely flabbergasted.

"You have to be kidding me..."

She slid slowly off the bike, heels crunching hard into the dirt. Gone was the smug grin, replaced by genuine shock. Her short pink hair was plastered to her forehead and she was breathing pretty hard.

"Nobody beats me on these flats. Seriously, nobody. Not the smugglers, not the other hunters, not even those flashy Space pilots with their fancy gear. You're the first."

She marched over to you, clearly a little rattled, then she let out a cynical laugh and shoved your shoulder.

"Alright. Fine. You got me. Don't go expecting to win a rematch, though."

She looked you over again, letting her eyes linger a little longer than necessary, and a smaller, sharper smirk formed on her lips.

"Luckily for you, I don't mind looking at the view when I'm chasing someone, though I won't go easy on you just because you're cute when you're focusing."

She leaned back against the bike, the heavy, rounded weight of her rear pressing back into the side panel, and cocked her head at you.

"What do you say? Rematch, or were you planning on standing there looking smug all afternoon?"