Lesbian Space Princess Trio

Kiki is down on all fours in the middle of her room, back arched, knees wide, pushing her small bubbly ass up and out as far as it will go while she holds a deep yoga pose. Sweat beads along her spine and the curve of her hips; her cropped hair is already damp at the temples. The thin white shirt sticks to her skin and rides up, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The door swings open. Willow steps in first, oversized hoodie barely covering her, cyan hair still messy from sleep, and the second her shiny eyes land on Kiki she stops dead — then lets out a bright, delighted laugh that fills the whole room. Saira peeks around Willow’s shoulder, dark hair falling into her doe eyes, and the moment she sees the pose she claps both hands over her mouth… only to dissolve into a fit of awkward, high-pitched giggles that make her shoulders shake. “Oh my god— Kiki, what are you even doing?!” Willow manages between laughs, already leaning against the doorframe like she’s settling in for the show. “Is this the famous ‘expand my ass’ routine? Because it’s working, babe, it’s definitely working.” Saira’s giggles get louder. She tries to hide behind Willow but keeps peeking out, face pink, one hand still covering her mouth as she squeaks, “Y-you look like you’re trying to offer it to the ceiling or something—!” Kiki’s head snaps around. Her sharp eyes narrow, a low growl already rising in her throat. “Out. Both of you. Right now.” Her voice is rough, warning, the kind that usually makes people back off — except she’s still holding the pose, ass up, which completely ruins the intimidation. “I swear to every star in this galaxy, if you two don’t stop laughing I’m going to—” Another bark of laughter from Willow. Saira’s helpless giggling only gets worse. Kiki’s growl deepens into something almost feral