By the way, don’t operate spacecraft drunk.

Thankfully, the escape system didn’t care how fucking hammered they were.

Most of the loot didn’t make it aboard, but the Violetta sisters did well to stumble their exceptionally huge asses onto the lifeboat and blast off. Explosive bolts wrenched them free of Iktomi even as her hull flamed a brilliant burning red.

It wasn’t technically reentry, as nothing might have ever come up from this gorgeous ocean world in the first place. Even so, the air compression on both craft made two comets streaking across their skies.

The planet had them tightly gripped now, and they were getting to the surface one way or another. Even if they’d scarcely remember what happened the next morning.

“I love you, Kiki!” Vivi blurted out, as their pod threatened to shake itself to pieces.

“I love you too, Vivi! Remember our family motto for times like this!”

They recited the sacred words together as they rode their own burning coffin.

“I won’t apologize for what I’ve done, until society apologizes for making me this way!”

Everything after that was a blur.

It took to the next morning for Kiki to awaken in the lifepod, covered in Vivi.

That is, half a ton of sin, fluff, and ass, apiece. The badly hung-over Kiki rolled her sister off with significant difficulty, given her thick curves. Once again able to breathe, Kiki crawled over to the control panel, and hit the door release.

Allowing a cloud of smoke to flood the pod from their crash-landing, but also, luckily, breathable air. Maybe should have checked that one before opening their lifeboat, but Kiki could barely think at the best of times.

Stumbling out into burning, blinding sunlight, she considered going back in.

Well, at least they’d crashed in some kind of tropical goddamn paradise. Deep, beautiful clean blue ocean waves rolled and crashed onto a beach with a roar, sending white foam everywhere across snow-white pristine sands.

The wave of midday island heat quickly got Kiki to reach down to her black flight suit, which was absorbing all that light and cooking her like a well-done fox, and pull it partially open by the zipper. A simple tug was all that was necessary, and physics did the rest, causing her considerable cleavage to spill out. Venting heat in the process, to her relief.

Vivi was soon up and about, and she even found her glasses, though sadly, one of the lenses were missing. She, uh, wasn’t happy about that. Or about much of anything, as she pulled down her own flight suit to open it to the middle, huffing quietly and working up a sweaty sheen to her pale skin.

“I never should have let you talk me into doing that job, Kiki.”

“It was your idea, Vivi!”

“Originally. However, you were the one who encouraged me to act upon it.”

They argued like that, in front of the smoldering hull of their crashed starship, instead of trying to go in and fix the tattered remnants. Perhaps the realization that they were well and truly stuck was beginning to set in. In fact, it actually didn’t matter that their ship was in several pieces littered across the island at this stage.

Without the hyperdrive, this rock was going to be their new home.

At least a wide variety of fruit-bearing plants grew in abundance on this island, the air was clean, there were plenty of trees that somebody who knew carpentry could theoretically use to make a theoretical cabin… a survivalist’s survey of the area came up very positive.

Shame neither of them had ever paid attention to survival courses! In fact, as Kiki recalled, they both failed so hard that the robotic instructor recommended to the girls that if they ever got stranded, they should consider cannibalism.

Luckily, it didn’t come to that, for the noise of their argument drew attention.

There was a rustling in the forest inland, which they took to be tiny wild animals skittering about. However, when the first scantily-clad human tribal emerged from the treeline, as far from tiny as possible, and in fact as wide as the day was long and a deep rich fertile brown, bearing a pointy spear… it was clear they’d managed to put down somewhere inhabited.

Before the hung-over kitsune could react, they were surrounded by more humans, in similar states of undress, and many had pointy sticks, as well.

“Uh, how’s your Primitive Human, sis?” Kiki whispered.

“I know how to ask where the bathroom is, and that’s about it… though that might be enough.” After all, they’d both gotten smashed-out drunk last night, and the ship’s bathroom had been out of order for days before that, so now that they were stranded, that particular need was only going to escalate. Even now, both kitsune were trying to suppress the rising pressure from overburdened bladder.

“W-Who are you, and what do you want?!” Kiki demanded, hoping the translator built into her suit would get the message across. Or at least, the harsh tone.

“Strange, that is just what we were going to ask of you~”

A woman emerged at the head of the group, dominant by her obvious abundance of confidence and ass. She was noticeably wider than everyone else, including, alarmingly enough, the shipwrecked kitsune themselves! In fact, she was so much more obscenely plump, biased downwards to make a massive pear-shape, than the others. The pecking order was clear.

She wore nothing at all upon her absurd, extra-wide fertility-goddess body but a tiny loincloth that didn’t even cover a tuft of snow-white pubic hair down there, nor a set of intricate inked tattoos over her pelvis. She cared nothing for the fact that her ample breasts were shamelessly exposed, and her nipples were right out there.

Could it still be called an ‘hourglass’ figure if one side was at least three times the width of the other…? The leader’s long white hair was pulled back into a bushy ponytail, and the woman’s lavender-colored eyes were bright and wide with curious, carefree energy.

The woman was the only carefree member of the party, for all the other women were grinding their massive, pillowy thighs together, and stood slightly hunched forward for some reason or another.

“Who are you, and why have you come to our sacred island?”

It was in that moment, Kiki knew exactly what to do.

“You saw us come down from the sky, right? Upon our chariot of fire?! Then it’s obvious you’d know already, mortal! Bow and scrape, for you are addressing a goddess!”

“Two, in fact,” Vivi added, deadpan. “Hi.”