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femslashfeteTitle: Inexperience
Fandom: Uma Musume
Ship: Kiryuin Aoi/Happy Meek
Prompt: Supplicant
Rating: E
Length: 5,051
Warnings: trainer x trainee/age gap
Notes: I bit off way more than I could chew with this one
Summary: Happy Meek comes second in the URA Finale. She tried her best but her best wasn't quite enough, unfortunately.
They were so wrapped up in the illicitness of their affair and the plentiful stereotypes to hinder their relationship that they actually forgot who they were. Hand in hand. Head to a pillow.
Aoi on top.
Happy Meek underneath.
“If there was ever a time,” she warned Happy Meek, “to use the full extent of your voice, to let me know exactly what you want or how you want it, now is the time to sing it loud, my love.”
“I-I know.” Happy Meek returned Aoi’s almost textbook-like dirty talk with a stumbling voice and a blush to her cheeks.
They had been so careful until now. The feelings that they had for one another bubbled up over the years akin to a slow simmer. Their closeness had kept them apart all the same as it kept them together. They were within reach and yet heavily denied what they wanted. What they had was exchanged through furtive glances and held breath. Born of backtracking and disbelief. Not for a moment in the last three years had they ever said a word of how they felt and instead, tried to convince themselves that they had simply misread the signals.
Illicit love between two people in a situation like theirs had happened before. It wasn’t that unsurprising. The relationship between Trainer and Trainee could be intense. Training for all the different races was gruelling: countless hours were spent in preparation of the G1 races where dreams were either made or crushed and the concerts later sung at: full of emotions both sweet and sour. It was little wonder that sometimes something more than camaraderie would be born between the pair-up of a human and Uma Musume.
But unlike running free on the turf, the highs and lows of interpersonal relationships went far beyond the black and white of winning and losing. People were different. More fragile. Especially if one was a child and the other was an adult.
Hence the rumours, of ill met fates and untoward social consequences.
People looked unkindly on Trainers who took advantage of their Uma Musume. Whether real or perceived, people were protective when minors were involved. Meanwhile, Uma Musume were seen as promiscuous or precocious for having a virile power which mostly existed in fantasy and pornography. They were too fast, too grown.
Happy Meek was Aoi’s first everything.
Her first Trainee, her first victory, her first loss. It was a learning curve, only ever on the up and up but sometimes, Aoi worried that she had taken too much from Happy Meek
Likewise, Aoi was Happy Meek’s first everything, too.
Her first love and crush, her first kiss, her first time holding hands and feeling all kinds of epic highs and lows alongside her. When Happy Meek ran, she used to run solely for herself but now, stride corrected, she ran to make Aoi proud. When Happy Meek sang, she sang not for the countless people in the crowd, but for Aoi.
In the end, they felt the same. They felt the same burden of strain and the same sting of losing, the same glory and glee of winning and the same flutter of heartbeats and curious glances exchanged.
For Happy Meek, she was fairly certain it was love at first sight. Aoi had scouted her. How could she not feel special? Chosen? When Aoi extended her hand and introduced herself with the brightest, prettiest smile that Happy Meek had ever seen. The infatuation only bubbled further as they proved themselves to one another: they made a good team. They tried their best, they laughed and cried and it made Happy Meek feel funny in her tummy. She liked it though.
She really liked Aoi.
However, for Aoi, it was all at once and came on way too fast.
Aoi’s stomach churned, her heart seized. Did she do something wrong? She was barely out of trainers school herself, not that much older than Happy Meek but way too old, old enough to know right from wrong and, well, how she felt, too. Salacious as it was to love someone younger than the age of majority: to feel Happy Meek’s head on her shoulder as she dozed off on the train home. The contentness she felt as they discussed strategies over dinner: sharing from the same bowls of rice and miso soup. It was intimate. Too intimate.
Aoi tried to clamp down on it. She tried to remain composed and stiff, exactly how she was expected to act as the Kiryuin heir. She didn’t want to do wrong by her Trainee and especially not her family. They would be mortified if Aoi violated the golden rule: no fraternisation, only strict professionalism.
But Aoi, despite her best efforts, was never that true to the books: only herself, to Happy Meek. So, what they had simmered and fizzled. It was exciting, it was harrowing, but it was theirs.
And it was all worth it for tonight. Waiting until it was the last possible moment in which they could look each other in the eyes and say what they had both felt for so long: love. Love which went beyond the usual respect and admiration required between a well made match of Trainer and Trainee.
Given the outcome of their final race together, the climax of the URA Finale, they needed the happy ending because this wasn’t it.
The conditions were perfect. They should have been perfect. The air was crisp and wintry. The turf underfoot was firm. The weather was stunning: the skies were blue and open over Tokyo, the hustle and bustle so far away from the track as the gates burst open. Happy Meek took the pole position in the pack and she was off.
She maintained her position extremely well. She fought back in challenges, she kept her head up high but in the end. She was outdone and overwhelmed by her number one rival from the back: an end closer, ever a surprise.
At the end of the twenty-four hundred metre race, Happy Meek placed second.
She was happy enough with the result. Who wouldn’t be? She still got plenty of praise and adoration from her fans and more importantly, her Trainer but when the excitement of the finale dissipated and they headed backstage, the story changed ever so slightly.
Happy Meek jittered where she stood. The shine of winter on her slick, sweaty skin had sloughed off and she cried. She couldn’t help herself. The adrenaline had worn off and the unfairness of it all really came crashing down. Her and her rival had been at it on and off for the last three years. A consistent throughline of duels here and there, G1s exchanged and clattered, mostly even but Aoi didn’t have Happy Meek enter every race her rival did. They had their own goals, their own experiences, and now.
This was the worst of them all.
“I just wanted to run.” Happy Meek sobbed as her dream was sullied by losing one too many times.
“I know, I know…” Aoi cooed softly.
Aoi held Happy Meek. Aoi’s arms criss-crossed along the small of Happy Meek’s back. She leaned in, face buried in the crook of Aoi’s neck and shoulders. She cried into her chest, her arms bunched in front of her as she held onto Aoi in turn.
“There, there,” Aoi consoled her, “you’ll be alright. You did your best, that’s all you could do…”
The concert will be soon. She needed to be ready for it but right now, she wasn’t close at all with her tears and snot. Happy Meek’s makeup was a mess. Her dress crumpled, too. Aoi’s hand slipped downwards and she took Happy Meek’s hand. She gave it a firm but gentle squeeze.
“Let’s get you ready for the big goodbye. I want to hear you sing with joy, Meek.” Aoi murmured. “Please? For me?”
“Mm.” Happy Meek made a noncommittal noise but she squeezed Aoi’s hand in return.
The exchange of warmth between them gave her heart. It was just enough to serve as inspiration for the concert. The fanfare did echo forth, loud and happy, but there was a bittersweetness in the air that couldn’t been hidden, even with the dazzle of penlights and the giddiness of denpa idol songs.
The race, the concert, their dinner, their getting back to the hotel: it was all a blur. Secondary to the poor mood that Happy Meek was in. She wasn’t necessarily a sore loser but so much of her adulthood and imminent future had ridden on the outcome of the URA Finale. It was unlikely she would be selected for anything important or special afterwards, the encore and the races reserved only for successful Uma Musume but still.
There was something to look forward to.
She and Aoi were no longer Trainer and Trainee after all. She was eighteen, too. Had been for a few weeks, now, actually: her birthday had been in December. She had been a preemie as a baby, born on Christmas Day no less. Highly unusual for an Uma Musume as that meant she was born before even her closest peers in January.
But that just made her all the more a gift, at least in Aoi’s eyes.
On the way back to the hotel, in the snowdrift and fairy lights, Aoi’s heart welled up with an overwhelming love for her Trainee. It was her responsibility to cheer on Happy Meek – and cheer her up, too. She looked so pretty and dainty in her casual wear, a scarf added to keep her warm and hide her adorably surly expression.
“Meek.” Aoi suddenly called Happy Meek’s name as they paused by a Christmas Tree left up too late, quite honestly.
This little greenspace on a Tokyo street was darling. It was surrounded by hotels, office buildings, restaurants and more. Easily walked past in favour of other destinations and yet. It was here. It existed. It had a slide and playset for children, it had festive decorations dotted about. Someone loved it, cherished it, and looked after it so it could be enjoyed by families, singles, and yes, even couples.
“Yes?” Happy Meek looked up. Her gaze had been so fixed on the ground, following the tip of her toes as she walked but she met Aoi’s eyes.
“I love you.” Aoi said. “I want you to live the happiest life that you can. Will you have me as more than your trainer but your partner?”
Happy Meek’s eyes keened. She didn’t need to say a word. Aoi already knew what she was thinking.
What was this? A confession? Where did it come from and why now?
She also didn’t need to say a word as Aoi stepped closer. She took Happy Meek’s hands. They were cold, soft and slender, too, and Aoi warmed them with her hold as she kissed Happy Meek on the lips. Her lips were cold and soft, too, but when she kissed back, they burst with warmth.
The future was not yet set in stone. She didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow or beyond, she didn’t know what she wanted but she knew she wanted Aoi. Happy Meek was unlikely to join the same post-Tracen Academy courses as her peers and especially her rival but this wasn’t where her story ended. It had hardly begun. They would write their own happy ending and run forth into a world where they could be more than Trainer and Trainee but partners: hale and well met, hearty and true.
Excitement after the kiss ended kept them warm and truly happy all the way back to the hotel. It was just one thing after another. The heater had been left on and the atmosphere was all but perfect. The curtains were closed to the city lights outside, the usual noise of the cityscape so far away as they kissed and they kissed and let themselves have such tender touches which had been long since denied.
Until…
Inexperience got the best of them.
They both did their best but their best was not quite good enough. Not to dwell on the day’s proceedings but that did ring true even as their activities wound down in their hotel beds: a pair of singles pushed together to form a queen sized bed.
It had been nice and fluffy so far, lots of giggles and lovestruck looks exchanged but nothing seemed to get up and go. There was touching and fondling, naked breasts exposed and nipples pebbled but the nudity and nakedness seemed secondary to the action. It was less sex and more just kissing which was fine but they both wanted tonight to be the night to go all the way.
Aoi tried. She fingered Happy Meek up her puffy slit and showed off that her fingers were for more than just paperwork but Happy Meek didn’t respond that strongly to her advances. Happy Meek didn’t so much as moan as Aoi’s finger spread through her slit, stroked her clit, and went through the motions that were all but copy and pasted from an sex education website.
Dissatisfied, Aoi pulled back. She left Happy Meek underneath her, wanting more and looking up at her with big, lilac eyes but Aoi shook her head. Something was off, unaligned, but she couldn’t quite tell what and Happy Meek, too placid a personality, seemed hesitant to admit it but Aoi would. She exhaled sharply.
“This… Isn’t working, is it?” Aoi asked. A tinge of disappointment to her voice but neither could deny it.
Happy Meek’s ears drooped as she nodded shyly.
“Let’s take a break.” Aoi said. “I want our first time to be special. But maybe we are going too fast too soon?”
Happy Meek’s expression changed: became determined. She shook her head. She shimmied up the bed and sat up.
“I… I want to do this.” Happy Meek said. “With you, tonight, and… and… I want to be on top.”
“Eh?” Aoi blinked.
Aoi was the adult – or at least, had been the adult longer. She was the Trainer: she had picked and chosen so much of Happy Meek’s life for the last three years, it only seemed natural that she would serve as the lead between them.
Not to mention, Happy Meek was so far from the promiscuous Uma Musume stereotype. She wasn’t bold or forceful, she wasn’t hardwired to wildness the way that some Uma Musume were: intertwined with their animal instinct and the power that that entailed.
And yet…
Happy Meek flipped all that on its head. She found her stride. Her chest puffed out as she got up on top of Aoi. Aoi’s head went down to the bottom of the bed and Happy Meek preened on top of her. She licked her lips.
“Trainer Aoi…” Happy Meek confessed. Her chest ached with lovesickness. “I have wanted you for so long…”
She held Aoi down with her hands. Her fingers dug into the taut muscles of Aoi’s shoulders and she gave a shove: tentatively trying out the sensation of their cunts kissing properly. Aoi’s heart leapt out of her chest as she let Happy Meek have her way with her. Her eyes all but spiralled as she watched a very different side to Happy Meek surface beneath her timid and supplicant demeanour with which she carried herself.
Maybe the rumours weren’t all that untrue after all… Even when it came to ginger and meek Uma Musume like her own Trainee.
Happy Meek thrust herself forward. There was a lot of effort, a lot of oomph to her body work but the noise she made was cute: a small grunt. It sounded as if she wasn’t trying at all, even though she really was.
She put her all into scissoring Aoi. Her pussy was wet and aroused as she rubbed it against Aoi’s. Aoi panted underneath, her hand grappled with the pristine, white linen of the bedding below and she took every thrust. Her body was weak against the full throttle with which Happy Meek was endowed.
She really put the results of her training to work. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs were rich with muscle and sinew. Happy Meek hardly broke a sweat as she made sure she was gentle and that she made sure she was ecstatic. Happy Meek was well aware of the physiological differences between her and Aoi which steered how she fucked Aoi.
Her tail whipped about behind her. She held Aoi steady through every thrust. Her strides were quick and incessant. She drilled Aoi into the bed with each and every delivery of her body against Aoi’s. They turned into a tangle as they kept going. Aoi’s leg curled around Happy Meek’s waist and Happy Meek leaned down until they were chest to chest.
The degree of closeness was too much. All flexibility was put on display as they scissored into each other. Happy Meek grunted and groaned as she kept going. She didn’t give up: she never did. Her brows furrowed and she grit her teeth as she humped against Aoi.
Aoi’s mind raced as she was pounded into the soft bedding beneath her. The beds thumped and thudded against the floorboards. She hoped they weren’t being too loud and inconsiderate to any fellow guests at the hotel but at the same time. Even a normal hotel could function as a love hotel so perhaps the volume of their activities could be expected.
But still, this was by far the most wild thing they had ever done and she felt it.
A tightness within. Her heart seized as she was thrust into, grinded against and into. She couldn’t believe it. She was close. The urge was tremendous inside of her as she looked up to Happy Meek.
Happy Meek was pure determination: all pleasure forfeit as she put Aoi first and foremost in her heart and pursuit as she always had. Her eyes glimmered, her hair tossed about with the inertia of her every move as they came to kiss and clash.
She was so hard working, it made Aoi swoon and she couldn’t help herself. She orgasmed. The suddenness threw Happy Meek’s rhythm off kilter, she eased up and could only watch, in wide eyed awe, as her efforts paid off in the high of Aoi’s climax.
Aoi’s legs stretched outwards and she clinched them around Happy Meek’s waist. Her back lifted up off the bed and she made far too loud a noise but it was music to Happy Meek’s ears. They fluttered and she blinked as she watched a woman come for the first time.
Aoi was obscene and sweet and free all at once. It was truly like nothing that Happy Meek had ever seen before and it made her wet, it made her happy. Her heart thudded in her chest as she committed all this to memory and more.
Though Aoi was the object of her desires, Happy Meek had never been so daring until now to indulge these kinds of thoughts about the older woman. It just wasn’t right. It wasn’t Happy Meek’s pace. She fantasied about kissing, sure, but anything else was too risque. She liked things which went slow and steady, took their time, she never once in a million years thought Aoi could like her back like that.
But now look at them.
They were undone and unravelled in bed. No longer did the heat of pining simmer, it was a full blown bonfire as they shared in each other’s bodies and efforts. That was more than enough to sate Happy Meek’s desires and she felt them all over in her body, in the pads of her fingertips and the point of her ears and down her spine. It was thrilling.
And she recalled what Aoi sat at the beginning of their encounter: now was the time to speak up, to use her big words, to get across her feelings with more than the usual timidity that she employed. So, emboldened by her own behaviour, Happy Meek spoke up.
“I’m having fun… Lots of fun.” Happy Meek said, like she could hardly believe her own ears. “Are you?”
“I-I came.” Aoi confessed, she went bright red and hid her face behind her hand. She grinned huge. “I’m having lots of fun, Happy Meek!”
Happy Meek’s eyes lit up and her ears stiffened, “I… I made you come? Then I… I wanna do it again. I want to keep having fun with you, i-if that’s okay.”
Did Aoi even have the refractory period for that? She didn’t know. She was just as clueless as Happy Meek! But shyly, she opened herself up. She uncrossed her legs and uncovered her face. She tried to return Happy Meek’s determination with demure sentiments.
“Then if you like… We can try this next, if you like?” Aoi suggested. She hinted towards oral sex.
Enticed, Happy Meek nodded and she crouched down. Aoi relaxed and she let Happy Meek try this, too. She laid down and let Happy Meek have at her. She placed her hands on the inside of Aoi’s pale, plush thighs and held her down as she ate voraciously.
She swiped her tongue through Aoi’s folds with the full extent of what she could give. She wasn’t overly dextrous or flexible but the famed Uma Musume appetite did show through as Happy Meek opened her jaw wide and made amazing use of her mouth. She buried herself to the nose in Aoi’s mound as she ate out her Trainer.
Over and over again, excited by the taste so sweet and musky. It was like nothing that Happy Meek had ever tasted before but she got lost in it. In the smell, in the sensation of her tongue to the flesh of Aoi’s cunt.
And the sounds that Aoi made, oh, they were divine. She moaned and mewled at the tremendous effort that Happy Meek put in. It was all so electric and new, it made Happy Meek’s mouth water all as much as it made her mouth water. So, she looked up from Aoi’s cunt and saw her.
Sprawled out and debauched. Red in the face. Completely and utterly undone by Happy Meek’s handiwork. Happy Meek had never thought it possible for Aoi to be so far away from calm and composed until now. It was adorable. And best of all, it was just for her.
Only Happy Meek would never know this side to Aoi. That was her privilege as her lover and Trainee and girlfriend and anything else they could call themselves. What could they call themselves, actually? Partners. The thought of it made Happy Meek’s heart tremble with giddiness and her tongue receded.
Aoi noticed. She tilted her head forward.
“Is everything s’all good?” she asked, a little slurred as though drunk on all the sex that they had had thus far.
Happy Meek pulled back further, lifted to her head. Her ears straightened up, completely taut and flat. She licked her lips. Even amongst the taste of her own lip balm or the meal they had eaten previously tonight, all she could taste was Aoi. She was thick and cloying, almost gamey but something else too. Happy Meek swallowed that slick and saliva that remained.
“I… I like it.” Happy Meek murmured, surprised. Her eyes slitted. “I like how you taste, Aoi.”
“Oh.” Aoi blushed. “Then, um, keep going. Keep practicing.”
Gosh. Even in bed, she sounded less like Happy Meek’s lover and the same as she ever was: her Trainer. Luckily, her Trainee did respond well to the feedback and so, she picked up from where she left off and continued eating out Aoi.
Happy Meek pushed herself further. She held down Aoi tighter, until she left pink rivulet marks on the inside of Aoi’s thighs. She opened her mouth wider and closed her eyes. She moaned into the tender flesh of Aoi’s cunt. She was wet and aroused, she smelt amazing. Happy Meek loved it and she hoped that Aoi would love it even more.
And that seemed to be the case.
With the renewed efforts, Aoi rose to the occasion. She arched her hips and pushed back against Happy Meek’s mouth. Happy Meek handled her expertly. The movements were jolted and unexpected but Happy Meek was used to that kind of thing out on the track: Uma Musume could pull out and block at any moment so with that convoluted experience, Happy Meek was able to do more than her best as she ate out Aoi.
She gorged herself on Aoi’s tongue. She licked up and down, thorough and as far as she could go. She was deeply, lustfully hungry and sated only on the taste of Aoi or how she reacted. The twitches and the spasms, the way she cooed about how good it felt. It was all akin to food for Happy Meek as she ate with ardency and a little less than grace.
Her technique was inhibited only by her inexperience. She gave it all a go, learning as she went and Aoi encouraged it. Every swipe of her tongue, the way she poked and prodded and spoke sweet nothings into the sensitive, aroused flesh of Aoi’s cunt.
And it all culminated with Aoi coming again.
That was Happy Meek’s favourite of all, being able to bring so much joy and pleasure to Aoi: a thousand thank yous repaid in Happy Meek’s mind. She wanted nothing more than to make Aoi happy and for it to ripple through her.
The way she writhed, the tone of her voice as she sang out in the highest pleasures, Aoi was utterly gorgeous in the throes of her climax. Her chest rose, her toes curled. She gasped and whined. It was a beautiful melody which she put all her body and soul into as Happy Meek lapped at her clit all the way through it.
Even when Aoi moaned and ended, Happy Meek kept going. She savoured the taste that was across her upper lip and the way her jaw ached. She loved it. Her tail wound up with vigour as she relished the last few strains of Aoi’s voice or how her body gave into the aftermath of her climax, the falling crescendo and how she sank into their shared beds.
“Oh, Meek, that was…” Aoi’s voice trailed off as she stared at the ceiling. Words escaped her as she was reduced to the most primal bliss at Happy Meek’s doing.
So, she pulled back. She knelt between Aoi’s legs and sat there, awaiting praise and further adoration. Aoi stretched and yawned, she was exhausted but she managed to sit up for Happy Meek. She drew her legs in and sat cross-legged on the bed with Happy Meek.
“You did amazing, Meek.” Aoi complimented her.
“Thank you.” Happy Meek smiled.
Though her smile was odd, like that of a rabbit’s more so than a horse’s or a girl’s. Her tail wagged behind her, a flail of fine, white-blonde hair which trailed over the bedding. There was so much to do together. This was just the start. There was so much that Happy Meek wanted to do with Aoi.
Happy Meek’s eyes flashed. From pale purple to something mildly darker. A little competitive, more confident than usual. Not all that dissimilar to how she looked before a race, really, hankering and ready for a challenge.
“Next time,” she murmured, “I want to try and make you come using one of those sex toys. The penis-looking ones. What are they called? Dills… Dillies…?”
Aoi blushed, “Dildos,” she corrected Happy Meek’s lapse in memory. “And I-I would really like that.”
She could hardly keep up with Happy Meek’s stamina unassisted but to see Happy Meek so bold was a treat, how could Aoi possibly say no? Their lives were certainly guaranteed to be eventful if this was how they were going to start going forward.
But for now, this was the perfect place to end. It was late. The hustle and bustle of the night life outside of the hotel had long since quietened. They had likely incurred just enough ire from those inside as well with their overly vigorous back and forth.
So, they settled in for the night. Aoi laid down next to Happy Meek and they rearranged the sheets over their naked bodies. Shadows stained the white cotton or maybe they really were just stains. It was hard to tell in the dark as they pulled in pillows tight and close but Happy Meek didn’t feel all that sleepy.
She stared and stared at Aoi. Aoi, meanwhile, was exhausted. She practically deflated into the bed whilst Happy Meek curled into her side. She was sweaty and flushed but not to the extent that Aoi was. She watched curiously as Aoi took this break.
Aoi had her hand on her chest. She counted her breaths, each up and down of her chest as she let the room cool after all their hot and heated highs. Happy Meek smiled. She studied Aoi’s silhouette in the dark, the shape and size of her nose, the length of her eyelashes and the dip of her Cupid bow-like lips, the noises she made as she breathed. It was all so brand new and exciting.
This was the first night of the rest of their lives, really. With the URA Finale over and done with, so too was Happy Meek’s career – more likely than not but that didn’t matter. They had each other, through the good times and bads, for richer or for poorer. That is what it meant to be partners, Happy Meek was certain. They would stumble, they would fumble, they would fail but they would always pick themselves up afterwards and kiss it better.
Surely that was a doable promise.
“Aoi,” Happy Meek called her lover’s name, “I want to always be with you.”
“Me, too.” Aoi smiled as she replied.
With her breath caught up, Aoi rolled onto her side. She pressed her hands together like prayer next to her face. She met Happy Meek’s eager gaze. She inched closer and together, they kissed once more before saying good night.
Fandom: Uma Musume
Ship: Kiryuin Aoi/Happy Meek
Prompt: Supplicant
Rating: E
Length: 5,051
Warnings: trainer x trainee/age gap
Notes: I bit off way more than I could chew with this one
Summary: Happy Meek comes second in the URA Finale. She tried her best but her best wasn't quite enough, unfortunately.
They were so wrapped up in the illicitness of their affair and the plentiful stereotypes to hinder their relationship that they actually forgot who they were. Hand in hand. Head to a pillow.
Aoi on top.
Happy Meek underneath.
“If there was ever a time,” she warned Happy Meek, “to use the full extent of your voice, to let me know exactly what you want or how you want it, now is the time to sing it loud, my love.”
“I-I know.” Happy Meek returned Aoi’s almost textbook-like dirty talk with a stumbling voice and a blush to her cheeks.
They had been so careful until now. The feelings that they had for one another bubbled up over the years akin to a slow simmer. Their closeness had kept them apart all the same as it kept them together. They were within reach and yet heavily denied what they wanted. What they had was exchanged through furtive glances and held breath. Born of backtracking and disbelief. Not for a moment in the last three years had they ever said a word of how they felt and instead, tried to convince themselves that they had simply misread the signals.
Illicit love between two people in a situation like theirs had happened before. It wasn’t that unsurprising. The relationship between Trainer and Trainee could be intense. Training for all the different races was gruelling: countless hours were spent in preparation of the G1 races where dreams were either made or crushed and the concerts later sung at: full of emotions both sweet and sour. It was little wonder that sometimes something more than camaraderie would be born between the pair-up of a human and Uma Musume.
But unlike running free on the turf, the highs and lows of interpersonal relationships went far beyond the black and white of winning and losing. People were different. More fragile. Especially if one was a child and the other was an adult.
Hence the rumours, of ill met fates and untoward social consequences.
People looked unkindly on Trainers who took advantage of their Uma Musume. Whether real or perceived, people were protective when minors were involved. Meanwhile, Uma Musume were seen as promiscuous or precocious for having a virile power which mostly existed in fantasy and pornography. They were too fast, too grown.
Happy Meek was Aoi’s first everything.
Her first Trainee, her first victory, her first loss. It was a learning curve, only ever on the up and up but sometimes, Aoi worried that she had taken too much from Happy Meek
Likewise, Aoi was Happy Meek’s first everything, too.
Her first love and crush, her first kiss, her first time holding hands and feeling all kinds of epic highs and lows alongside her. When Happy Meek ran, she used to run solely for herself but now, stride corrected, she ran to make Aoi proud. When Happy Meek sang, she sang not for the countless people in the crowd, but for Aoi.
In the end, they felt the same. They felt the same burden of strain and the same sting of losing, the same glory and glee of winning and the same flutter of heartbeats and curious glances exchanged.
For Happy Meek, she was fairly certain it was love at first sight. Aoi had scouted her. How could she not feel special? Chosen? When Aoi extended her hand and introduced herself with the brightest, prettiest smile that Happy Meek had ever seen. The infatuation only bubbled further as they proved themselves to one another: they made a good team. They tried their best, they laughed and cried and it made Happy Meek feel funny in her tummy. She liked it though.
She really liked Aoi.
However, for Aoi, it was all at once and came on way too fast.
Aoi’s stomach churned, her heart seized. Did she do something wrong? She was barely out of trainers school herself, not that much older than Happy Meek but way too old, old enough to know right from wrong and, well, how she felt, too. Salacious as it was to love someone younger than the age of majority: to feel Happy Meek’s head on her shoulder as she dozed off on the train home. The contentness she felt as they discussed strategies over dinner: sharing from the same bowls of rice and miso soup. It was intimate. Too intimate.
Aoi tried to clamp down on it. She tried to remain composed and stiff, exactly how she was expected to act as the Kiryuin heir. She didn’t want to do wrong by her Trainee and especially not her family. They would be mortified if Aoi violated the golden rule: no fraternisation, only strict professionalism.
But Aoi, despite her best efforts, was never that true to the books: only herself, to Happy Meek. So, what they had simmered and fizzled. It was exciting, it was harrowing, but it was theirs.
And it was all worth it for tonight. Waiting until it was the last possible moment in which they could look each other in the eyes and say what they had both felt for so long: love. Love which went beyond the usual respect and admiration required between a well made match of Trainer and Trainee.
Given the outcome of their final race together, the climax of the URA Finale, they needed the happy ending because this wasn’t it.
The conditions were perfect. They should have been perfect. The air was crisp and wintry. The turf underfoot was firm. The weather was stunning: the skies were blue and open over Tokyo, the hustle and bustle so far away from the track as the gates burst open. Happy Meek took the pole position in the pack and she was off.
She maintained her position extremely well. She fought back in challenges, she kept her head up high but in the end. She was outdone and overwhelmed by her number one rival from the back: an end closer, ever a surprise.
At the end of the twenty-four hundred metre race, Happy Meek placed second.
She was happy enough with the result. Who wouldn’t be? She still got plenty of praise and adoration from her fans and more importantly, her Trainer but when the excitement of the finale dissipated and they headed backstage, the story changed ever so slightly.
Happy Meek jittered where she stood. The shine of winter on her slick, sweaty skin had sloughed off and she cried. She couldn’t help herself. The adrenaline had worn off and the unfairness of it all really came crashing down. Her and her rival had been at it on and off for the last three years. A consistent throughline of duels here and there, G1s exchanged and clattered, mostly even but Aoi didn’t have Happy Meek enter every race her rival did. They had their own goals, their own experiences, and now.
This was the worst of them all.
“I just wanted to run.” Happy Meek sobbed as her dream was sullied by losing one too many times.
“I know, I know…” Aoi cooed softly.
Aoi held Happy Meek. Aoi’s arms criss-crossed along the small of Happy Meek’s back. She leaned in, face buried in the crook of Aoi’s neck and shoulders. She cried into her chest, her arms bunched in front of her as she held onto Aoi in turn.
“There, there,” Aoi consoled her, “you’ll be alright. You did your best, that’s all you could do…”
The concert will be soon. She needed to be ready for it but right now, she wasn’t close at all with her tears and snot. Happy Meek’s makeup was a mess. Her dress crumpled, too. Aoi’s hand slipped downwards and she took Happy Meek’s hand. She gave it a firm but gentle squeeze.
“Let’s get you ready for the big goodbye. I want to hear you sing with joy, Meek.” Aoi murmured. “Please? For me?”
“Mm.” Happy Meek made a noncommittal noise but she squeezed Aoi’s hand in return.
The exchange of warmth between them gave her heart. It was just enough to serve as inspiration for the concert. The fanfare did echo forth, loud and happy, but there was a bittersweetness in the air that couldn’t been hidden, even with the dazzle of penlights and the giddiness of denpa idol songs.
The race, the concert, their dinner, their getting back to the hotel: it was all a blur. Secondary to the poor mood that Happy Meek was in. She wasn’t necessarily a sore loser but so much of her adulthood and imminent future had ridden on the outcome of the URA Finale. It was unlikely she would be selected for anything important or special afterwards, the encore and the races reserved only for successful Uma Musume but still.
There was something to look forward to.
She and Aoi were no longer Trainer and Trainee after all. She was eighteen, too. Had been for a few weeks, now, actually: her birthday had been in December. She had been a preemie as a baby, born on Christmas Day no less. Highly unusual for an Uma Musume as that meant she was born before even her closest peers in January.
But that just made her all the more a gift, at least in Aoi’s eyes.
On the way back to the hotel, in the snowdrift and fairy lights, Aoi’s heart welled up with an overwhelming love for her Trainee. It was her responsibility to cheer on Happy Meek – and cheer her up, too. She looked so pretty and dainty in her casual wear, a scarf added to keep her warm and hide her adorably surly expression.
“Meek.” Aoi suddenly called Happy Meek’s name as they paused by a Christmas Tree left up too late, quite honestly.
This little greenspace on a Tokyo street was darling. It was surrounded by hotels, office buildings, restaurants and more. Easily walked past in favour of other destinations and yet. It was here. It existed. It had a slide and playset for children, it had festive decorations dotted about. Someone loved it, cherished it, and looked after it so it could be enjoyed by families, singles, and yes, even couples.
“Yes?” Happy Meek looked up. Her gaze had been so fixed on the ground, following the tip of her toes as she walked but she met Aoi’s eyes.
“I love you.” Aoi said. “I want you to live the happiest life that you can. Will you have me as more than your trainer but your partner?”
Happy Meek’s eyes keened. She didn’t need to say a word. Aoi already knew what she was thinking.
What was this? A confession? Where did it come from and why now?
She also didn’t need to say a word as Aoi stepped closer. She took Happy Meek’s hands. They were cold, soft and slender, too, and Aoi warmed them with her hold as she kissed Happy Meek on the lips. Her lips were cold and soft, too, but when she kissed back, they burst with warmth.
The future was not yet set in stone. She didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow or beyond, she didn’t know what she wanted but she knew she wanted Aoi. Happy Meek was unlikely to join the same post-Tracen Academy courses as her peers and especially her rival but this wasn’t where her story ended. It had hardly begun. They would write their own happy ending and run forth into a world where they could be more than Trainer and Trainee but partners: hale and well met, hearty and true.
Excitement after the kiss ended kept them warm and truly happy all the way back to the hotel. It was just one thing after another. The heater had been left on and the atmosphere was all but perfect. The curtains were closed to the city lights outside, the usual noise of the cityscape so far away as they kissed and they kissed and let themselves have such tender touches which had been long since denied.
Until…
Inexperience got the best of them.
They both did their best but their best was not quite good enough. Not to dwell on the day’s proceedings but that did ring true even as their activities wound down in their hotel beds: a pair of singles pushed together to form a queen sized bed.
It had been nice and fluffy so far, lots of giggles and lovestruck looks exchanged but nothing seemed to get up and go. There was touching and fondling, naked breasts exposed and nipples pebbled but the nudity and nakedness seemed secondary to the action. It was less sex and more just kissing which was fine but they both wanted tonight to be the night to go all the way.
Aoi tried. She fingered Happy Meek up her puffy slit and showed off that her fingers were for more than just paperwork but Happy Meek didn’t respond that strongly to her advances. Happy Meek didn’t so much as moan as Aoi’s finger spread through her slit, stroked her clit, and went through the motions that were all but copy and pasted from an sex education website.
Dissatisfied, Aoi pulled back. She left Happy Meek underneath her, wanting more and looking up at her with big, lilac eyes but Aoi shook her head. Something was off, unaligned, but she couldn’t quite tell what and Happy Meek, too placid a personality, seemed hesitant to admit it but Aoi would. She exhaled sharply.
“This… Isn’t working, is it?” Aoi asked. A tinge of disappointment to her voice but neither could deny it.
Happy Meek’s ears drooped as she nodded shyly.
“Let’s take a break.” Aoi said. “I want our first time to be special. But maybe we are going too fast too soon?”
Happy Meek’s expression changed: became determined. She shook her head. She shimmied up the bed and sat up.
“I… I want to do this.” Happy Meek said. “With you, tonight, and… and… I want to be on top.”
“Eh?” Aoi blinked.
Aoi was the adult – or at least, had been the adult longer. She was the Trainer: she had picked and chosen so much of Happy Meek’s life for the last three years, it only seemed natural that she would serve as the lead between them.
Not to mention, Happy Meek was so far from the promiscuous Uma Musume stereotype. She wasn’t bold or forceful, she wasn’t hardwired to wildness the way that some Uma Musume were: intertwined with their animal instinct and the power that that entailed.
And yet…
Happy Meek flipped all that on its head. She found her stride. Her chest puffed out as she got up on top of Aoi. Aoi’s head went down to the bottom of the bed and Happy Meek preened on top of her. She licked her lips.
“Trainer Aoi…” Happy Meek confessed. Her chest ached with lovesickness. “I have wanted you for so long…”
She held Aoi down with her hands. Her fingers dug into the taut muscles of Aoi’s shoulders and she gave a shove: tentatively trying out the sensation of their cunts kissing properly. Aoi’s heart leapt out of her chest as she let Happy Meek have her way with her. Her eyes all but spiralled as she watched a very different side to Happy Meek surface beneath her timid and supplicant demeanour with which she carried herself.
Maybe the rumours weren’t all that untrue after all… Even when it came to ginger and meek Uma Musume like her own Trainee.
Happy Meek thrust herself forward. There was a lot of effort, a lot of oomph to her body work but the noise she made was cute: a small grunt. It sounded as if she wasn’t trying at all, even though she really was.
She put her all into scissoring Aoi. Her pussy was wet and aroused as she rubbed it against Aoi’s. Aoi panted underneath, her hand grappled with the pristine, white linen of the bedding below and she took every thrust. Her body was weak against the full throttle with which Happy Meek was endowed.
She really put the results of her training to work. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs were rich with muscle and sinew. Happy Meek hardly broke a sweat as she made sure she was gentle and that she made sure she was ecstatic. Happy Meek was well aware of the physiological differences between her and Aoi which steered how she fucked Aoi.
Her tail whipped about behind her. She held Aoi steady through every thrust. Her strides were quick and incessant. She drilled Aoi into the bed with each and every delivery of her body against Aoi’s. They turned into a tangle as they kept going. Aoi’s leg curled around Happy Meek’s waist and Happy Meek leaned down until they were chest to chest.
The degree of closeness was too much. All flexibility was put on display as they scissored into each other. Happy Meek grunted and groaned as she kept going. She didn’t give up: she never did. Her brows furrowed and she grit her teeth as she humped against Aoi.
Aoi’s mind raced as she was pounded into the soft bedding beneath her. The beds thumped and thudded against the floorboards. She hoped they weren’t being too loud and inconsiderate to any fellow guests at the hotel but at the same time. Even a normal hotel could function as a love hotel so perhaps the volume of their activities could be expected.
But still, this was by far the most wild thing they had ever done and she felt it.
A tightness within. Her heart seized as she was thrust into, grinded against and into. She couldn’t believe it. She was close. The urge was tremendous inside of her as she looked up to Happy Meek.
Happy Meek was pure determination: all pleasure forfeit as she put Aoi first and foremost in her heart and pursuit as she always had. Her eyes glimmered, her hair tossed about with the inertia of her every move as they came to kiss and clash.
She was so hard working, it made Aoi swoon and she couldn’t help herself. She orgasmed. The suddenness threw Happy Meek’s rhythm off kilter, she eased up and could only watch, in wide eyed awe, as her efforts paid off in the high of Aoi’s climax.
Aoi’s legs stretched outwards and she clinched them around Happy Meek’s waist. Her back lifted up off the bed and she made far too loud a noise but it was music to Happy Meek’s ears. They fluttered and she blinked as she watched a woman come for the first time.
Aoi was obscene and sweet and free all at once. It was truly like nothing that Happy Meek had ever seen before and it made her wet, it made her happy. Her heart thudded in her chest as she committed all this to memory and more.
Though Aoi was the object of her desires, Happy Meek had never been so daring until now to indulge these kinds of thoughts about the older woman. It just wasn’t right. It wasn’t Happy Meek’s pace. She fantasied about kissing, sure, but anything else was too risque. She liked things which went slow and steady, took their time, she never once in a million years thought Aoi could like her back like that.
But now look at them.
They were undone and unravelled in bed. No longer did the heat of pining simmer, it was a full blown bonfire as they shared in each other’s bodies and efforts. That was more than enough to sate Happy Meek’s desires and she felt them all over in her body, in the pads of her fingertips and the point of her ears and down her spine. It was thrilling.
And she recalled what Aoi sat at the beginning of their encounter: now was the time to speak up, to use her big words, to get across her feelings with more than the usual timidity that she employed. So, emboldened by her own behaviour, Happy Meek spoke up.
“I’m having fun… Lots of fun.” Happy Meek said, like she could hardly believe her own ears. “Are you?”
“I-I came.” Aoi confessed, she went bright red and hid her face behind her hand. She grinned huge. “I’m having lots of fun, Happy Meek!”
Happy Meek’s eyes lit up and her ears stiffened, “I… I made you come? Then I… I wanna do it again. I want to keep having fun with you, i-if that’s okay.”
Did Aoi even have the refractory period for that? She didn’t know. She was just as clueless as Happy Meek! But shyly, she opened herself up. She uncrossed her legs and uncovered her face. She tried to return Happy Meek’s determination with demure sentiments.
“Then if you like… We can try this next, if you like?” Aoi suggested. She hinted towards oral sex.
Enticed, Happy Meek nodded and she crouched down. Aoi relaxed and she let Happy Meek try this, too. She laid down and let Happy Meek have at her. She placed her hands on the inside of Aoi’s pale, plush thighs and held her down as she ate voraciously.
She swiped her tongue through Aoi’s folds with the full extent of what she could give. She wasn’t overly dextrous or flexible but the famed Uma Musume appetite did show through as Happy Meek opened her jaw wide and made amazing use of her mouth. She buried herself to the nose in Aoi’s mound as she ate out her Trainer.
Over and over again, excited by the taste so sweet and musky. It was like nothing that Happy Meek had ever tasted before but she got lost in it. In the smell, in the sensation of her tongue to the flesh of Aoi’s cunt.
And the sounds that Aoi made, oh, they were divine. She moaned and mewled at the tremendous effort that Happy Meek put in. It was all so electric and new, it made Happy Meek’s mouth water all as much as it made her mouth water. So, she looked up from Aoi’s cunt and saw her.
Sprawled out and debauched. Red in the face. Completely and utterly undone by Happy Meek’s handiwork. Happy Meek had never thought it possible for Aoi to be so far away from calm and composed until now. It was adorable. And best of all, it was just for her.
Only Happy Meek would never know this side to Aoi. That was her privilege as her lover and Trainee and girlfriend and anything else they could call themselves. What could they call themselves, actually? Partners. The thought of it made Happy Meek’s heart tremble with giddiness and her tongue receded.
Aoi noticed. She tilted her head forward.
“Is everything s’all good?” she asked, a little slurred as though drunk on all the sex that they had had thus far.
Happy Meek pulled back further, lifted to her head. Her ears straightened up, completely taut and flat. She licked her lips. Even amongst the taste of her own lip balm or the meal they had eaten previously tonight, all she could taste was Aoi. She was thick and cloying, almost gamey but something else too. Happy Meek swallowed that slick and saliva that remained.
“I… I like it.” Happy Meek murmured, surprised. Her eyes slitted. “I like how you taste, Aoi.”
“Oh.” Aoi blushed. “Then, um, keep going. Keep practicing.”
Gosh. Even in bed, she sounded less like Happy Meek’s lover and the same as she ever was: her Trainer. Luckily, her Trainee did respond well to the feedback and so, she picked up from where she left off and continued eating out Aoi.
Happy Meek pushed herself further. She held down Aoi tighter, until she left pink rivulet marks on the inside of Aoi’s thighs. She opened her mouth wider and closed her eyes. She moaned into the tender flesh of Aoi’s cunt. She was wet and aroused, she smelt amazing. Happy Meek loved it and she hoped that Aoi would love it even more.
And that seemed to be the case.
With the renewed efforts, Aoi rose to the occasion. She arched her hips and pushed back against Happy Meek’s mouth. Happy Meek handled her expertly. The movements were jolted and unexpected but Happy Meek was used to that kind of thing out on the track: Uma Musume could pull out and block at any moment so with that convoluted experience, Happy Meek was able to do more than her best as she ate out Aoi.
She gorged herself on Aoi’s tongue. She licked up and down, thorough and as far as she could go. She was deeply, lustfully hungry and sated only on the taste of Aoi or how she reacted. The twitches and the spasms, the way she cooed about how good it felt. It was all akin to food for Happy Meek as she ate with ardency and a little less than grace.
Her technique was inhibited only by her inexperience. She gave it all a go, learning as she went and Aoi encouraged it. Every swipe of her tongue, the way she poked and prodded and spoke sweet nothings into the sensitive, aroused flesh of Aoi’s cunt.
And it all culminated with Aoi coming again.
That was Happy Meek’s favourite of all, being able to bring so much joy and pleasure to Aoi: a thousand thank yous repaid in Happy Meek’s mind. She wanted nothing more than to make Aoi happy and for it to ripple through her.
The way she writhed, the tone of her voice as she sang out in the highest pleasures, Aoi was utterly gorgeous in the throes of her climax. Her chest rose, her toes curled. She gasped and whined. It was a beautiful melody which she put all her body and soul into as Happy Meek lapped at her clit all the way through it.
Even when Aoi moaned and ended, Happy Meek kept going. She savoured the taste that was across her upper lip and the way her jaw ached. She loved it. Her tail wound up with vigour as she relished the last few strains of Aoi’s voice or how her body gave into the aftermath of her climax, the falling crescendo and how she sank into their shared beds.
“Oh, Meek, that was…” Aoi’s voice trailed off as she stared at the ceiling. Words escaped her as she was reduced to the most primal bliss at Happy Meek’s doing.
So, she pulled back. She knelt between Aoi’s legs and sat there, awaiting praise and further adoration. Aoi stretched and yawned, she was exhausted but she managed to sit up for Happy Meek. She drew her legs in and sat cross-legged on the bed with Happy Meek.
“You did amazing, Meek.” Aoi complimented her.
“Thank you.” Happy Meek smiled.
Though her smile was odd, like that of a rabbit’s more so than a horse’s or a girl’s. Her tail wagged behind her, a flail of fine, white-blonde hair which trailed over the bedding. There was so much to do together. This was just the start. There was so much that Happy Meek wanted to do with Aoi.
Happy Meek’s eyes flashed. From pale purple to something mildly darker. A little competitive, more confident than usual. Not all that dissimilar to how she looked before a race, really, hankering and ready for a challenge.
“Next time,” she murmured, “I want to try and make you come using one of those sex toys. The penis-looking ones. What are they called? Dills… Dillies…?”
Aoi blushed, “Dildos,” she corrected Happy Meek’s lapse in memory. “And I-I would really like that.”
She could hardly keep up with Happy Meek’s stamina unassisted but to see Happy Meek so bold was a treat, how could Aoi possibly say no? Their lives were certainly guaranteed to be eventful if this was how they were going to start going forward.
But for now, this was the perfect place to end. It was late. The hustle and bustle of the night life outside of the hotel had long since quietened. They had likely incurred just enough ire from those inside as well with their overly vigorous back and forth.
So, they settled in for the night. Aoi laid down next to Happy Meek and they rearranged the sheets over their naked bodies. Shadows stained the white cotton or maybe they really were just stains. It was hard to tell in the dark as they pulled in pillows tight and close but Happy Meek didn’t feel all that sleepy.
She stared and stared at Aoi. Aoi, meanwhile, was exhausted. She practically deflated into the bed whilst Happy Meek curled into her side. She was sweaty and flushed but not to the extent that Aoi was. She watched curiously as Aoi took this break.
Aoi had her hand on her chest. She counted her breaths, each up and down of her chest as she let the room cool after all their hot and heated highs. Happy Meek smiled. She studied Aoi’s silhouette in the dark, the shape and size of her nose, the length of her eyelashes and the dip of her Cupid bow-like lips, the noises she made as she breathed. It was all so brand new and exciting.
This was the first night of the rest of their lives, really. With the URA Finale over and done with, so too was Happy Meek’s career – more likely than not but that didn’t matter. They had each other, through the good times and bads, for richer or for poorer. That is what it meant to be partners, Happy Meek was certain. They would stumble, they would fumble, they would fail but they would always pick themselves up afterwards and kiss it better.
Surely that was a doable promise.
“Aoi,” Happy Meek called her lover’s name, “I want to always be with you.”
“Me, too.” Aoi smiled as she replied.
With her breath caught up, Aoi rolled onto her side. She pressed her hands together like prayer next to her face. She met Happy Meek’s eager gaze. She inched closer and together, they kissed once more before saying good night.
