u/lawdfourkwad

Inside the auditorium at Tracen Academy...

"And once again, I personally welcome the new students on the start of their new journey here in this academy. Be proud, be strong, and run forward with courage. Thank you."

Symboli Rudolf. Acting president of the Tracen Academy student council. One of the greatest Umamusume to grace the racetrack, being the first undefeated Triple Crown winner to achieve the Seven Crowns. A legend among legends. The embodiment of the word absolute.

Dignified. Sovereign. Emperor.

As the ensemble of students stand and applaud, she quietly makes her way to the backstage, out of sight from the crowd.

"Rudolf! Good work today. That was a great performance. It's bound to get the new students all fired up."

"Ah, Trainer-kun. Thank you for your kind words; but of course, I couldn't take all the credit. You did help me write and practice the speech after all."

"Don't mention it. So, what are you going to do now?"

"I'll stay here for a while to inspect and tidy up the auditorium as the students leave. The president's job is never done, after all."

"Hmm, I see. I'll be going to my office to work on the next training schedules. Call me if you need anything."

"Sure thing. Just don't work too hard. You wouldn't want to lose your train of thought, do you?"

Rudolf's ears twitch as her eyes widen in excitement on what her trainer's response will be on her brilliant showcase of quick-witted thinking and humorous wordplay. Her trainer lets out a little chuckle as he leaves, being another connoisseur who appreciates her masterful craft even if no one else does.

As her trainer left and the last student exited out of the auditorium, Rudolf was left all alone, with her only company being her own thoughts and the deafening stillness that settled into the hollows of the room where applause had so recently lived.

"Is there anyone still left in here?" she checks, scanning the void of the empty room.

Silence.

It was music to her ears.

Just what she wanted.

Her ears perk up while her tail begins to wag with anticipation. Her face creates a slight blush as a grin begins to appear on her face. Her breath came in shallow, jagged hitches that sounded too loud in the emptiness.

She unzips her uniform and lets it fall to the ground.

As the fabric fell down, the sudden exposure to the cool draft from the AC hitting her thighs made her skin prickle, making countless tiny hairs all over her body stand up in response, as if she was pricked by millions of tiny needles. A sharp contrast to the localized, damp heat between her legs.

She lets out a little gasp before snapping back to her senses. Her breath hastens as her body lets out a fine, rhythmic tremor that she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried to make herself calm down.

The anticipation and excitement was killing her. The composure and aura of dignity and grace that she has spent years crafting as a model student president was slowly disintegrating layer by layer.

Next, her fingers reached for the waistband of her lace underwear. They were shaking. Trembling. Barely managing to grab hold of it and pull it down as it slid over her curves.

Her underwear was a mess, a testament of her true self. It was damp. Wet. Forming a blotch that is soaked of her finest nectar, with more coalescing into a thin thread that comes out between her thighs, forming a silent bridge between the Rudolf that everyone knows and the Rudolf that only she knows.

And then, her cunt. Wet. Grossly wet. Soaked, wet. It was as if a dam had finally breached the slick, honeyed heat of her desire spilling over in a slow, viscous trail that traced the inside of her thigh.

It was hot. Sore. Pulsating. Tingling.

"This is... a lot wetter than usual... I waited too long for this..." she says as she takes in small, shallow breaths in between her words.

What she was feeling was more than just heat; it was localized wildfire that was barely contained. Every nerve ending felt raw and electric - a sharp, prickling tingle that hummed against the constant, smoldering throb deep inside her.

She could barely contain herself, but contain herself she did, for she was not yet done.

Lastly, her bra. Her fingers, usually so precise and steady even in the most stressful situations, tremble and fumble against the clasp as if she was a prisoner desperately trying to break free from her cell. Until finally, through sheer determination, the mechanism gave way with a sharp snap, causing the bra to fall to the ground on its own.

The sudden release was visceral. Like a reservoir finally shattering its concrete constraints, her breasts spilled forward, heavily swaying with liberation against her ribs. The transition was abrupt, as the stifling heat of the lace was instantly replaced by the biting chill of the room’s air. Her nipples reacted instantly, tightening under the cold friction until they were ached with a crystalline hardness, sensitive to the point of pain.

There she lay bare. Trembling. Sore. Tingling. Dripping. Soaked. Unmade.

Her breathing becomes ragged. Uneven. Broken. Each gasp of breath searing her lungs with the scent of her own skin and the musk of her own nectar that fills the whole room. Each gasp of breath fanning the heat and flames within her that she can just barely maintain.

And now, for the pièce de résistance.

She steps towards the back entrance door to the outside, leaving behind a trail of clear, viscous nectar. With hand trembling from anticipation, slowly opens it.

Click. Creeeaaaaaak.

As the door pushed open, she was instantly met with the warmth of the morning sunlight. Pouring over her like molten gold, turning the pale, porcelain curve of her skin into a canvas of amber light as her earring flashed a sudden gleam.

Next, a warm breeze followed. The air swept against the dampness between her thighs and the hardened points of her breasts, brushing against the curves of her body as if it was the paintbrush that traces over her amber-colored canvas.

She takes a few steps forward, each step exposing herself more to the elements of the outside world. And there she stood for a moment, suspended between the assaulting sensations of the outside and the infernal turmoil that takes root deep within her.

Every strand of hair in her body stood on end, each acting as lightning rods to convey everything she feels inside. Inside her is an ongoing maelstrom of heat, electricity, and wet. Every gust of wind felt like sparks to further douse gasoline to the raging inferno within her. Every sensation felt static, with every nerve fiber in her body carrying little jolts of electricity as they are being seared by the heat she feels within her.

Her mind, hazy, looming with dark-grey thunderclouds that send lightning strikes that arced through her brain and conducted through every single fiber in her nervous system. The heat slowly burning away the several layers of composure and dignity expected of the Emperor, slowly melting away through her armor.

Her ears droop a bit as her tail wags uncontrollably.

She takes it all in. And lets out a little chuckle.

Just for a moment, she can be in her own little world. Away from the stacks of paperwork waiting for her in her office. Away from several meetings from URA sponsors and officials. Away from the responsibilities and expectations that fall upon her.

Just for a moment, she can be herself. Not as the president. Not as the Emperor. Just for a moment, she can be an ordinary girl doing ordinary things.

It was bliss.

The back entrance faced as the east wall of the academy, a path where few people travel. The liminal space felt like a sanctuary and a cage all at once, tucked between the weathered stone of the auditorium and the towering, indifferent walls of the academy.

Her hands were shaking, trembling so violently that they were almost useless. Each fiber in her body screams in a silent but deafening cacophony of aches and desires that desperately needs attention. Her cunt, soaked and dripping her burning-hot nectar as if it was a flow of lava that scorches her insides.

But not yet.

She approaches the corner. The rough brick grazes her shoulder, a reminder of the comfort and safety of the world she is about to leave behind. On the other side was a copse of bushes, thickets, and trees that stood near the main academy building, acting as if it was spectating the courtyard at a distance.

She rounds the corner. Cautiously making her way to the copse, hiding behind bushes, hyper-alert to each crack of twig that she hears. As she approaches the copse, she sees it. A little clearing. An alcove. Her own home away from home. Used many times before and is certainly going to be used again.

She takes position and takes it all in, instantly reminding her why it is her favorite spot. The sounds of footsteps hitting against the paved, concrete floor. The faint chatter of students passing by or resting in the courtyard. The various sounds of clicks, hums, and beeps that run quietly in the background to make Tracen functional.

All of them just right there in front of Rudolf, only being separated by a thicket of trees, hanging by the precipice between life and social death. The idea that anyone could take the time and look close to the copse on the right as they approach the main building, or take a shortcut down the less-traversed path and see the Emperor, the paragon of grace and the pinnacle of the student body naked, sitting down on the damp grass, lying against the bark of a sycamore, spreading her legs with her fingers digging deep inside her sends a maelstrom of lightning and fire that wreaks havoc in her mind.

And she's intoxicated by it.

With legs spread out, all for the world to see, she puts a finger in, breaching through the slick and searing heat.

Instantly, bolts of lightning and thunder shoot straight through her nerves, searing a path from her core all the way to the base of her brain. Thunderclouds fill her mind, creating sparks to fuel the wildfire that was just barely contained within her. Sparks send tingles fill her ears and eyes, turning the outside world into a jumbled mess of colors and sounds until it was all just a blur. Every nerve ending was a live filament, glowing red-hot and trembling on the verge of snapping.

Her breath hitched, then vanished, leaving her mouth open in a silent, desperate gasp. She let out a strangled, muffled moan against the palm of her hand in an attempt to stifle it, quiet enough to not be too obvious but just loud enough so she can properly hear herself. She dug her heels into the damp earth, the friction of the bark against her spine providing the only anchor as she continues to quell the raging heat inside her.

Then, she can feel it. A pressure slowly building up within, as if every cell within her body screams that they cannot hold back much longer. Her breath shatters and gets caught in her throat. The tingling in her fingertips turn into a white-hot searing roar. Rudolf knows this feeling all too well. She was at the precipice, staring directly into the abyss.

"Cumming!"

She cries out loudly, as if it was strangled and ripped within her chest. She presses her palm harder against her mouth in an attempt to stifle her moans. Sweet, syrupy, viscous nectar gushes out of her with an overwhelming, rhythmic force that felt like a flood of liquid fire that burst through its dam, drenching her fingers and pooling against the grass. Her body convulses in the aftermath, receiving jolts of electricity that flickers through her nerves.

And there, she reaches what she's looking for. The warmth. The fullness. The satisfaction. The peace. It was as if the world stood still for just a moment.

Even if it was just for a moment, it was bliss.

Her breathing stabilizes, still basking within the warmth of her afterglow. Slowly and steadily, she regains her composure after a job well done.

Until, she hears something. A snap of the branch pierces through the stillness of the copse as leaves and bushes shuffle around. Rudolf’s head snapped toward the noise, her eyes wide and unfocused, her pupils dilated until they were bottomless wells of shadow.

"Rudolf? Are you here somewhere? I have your phone. You left it in my off.. ...ice..."

Rudolf's trainer sees the unmade Emperor, face flushed, breathing deeply, leaning against the tree with her legs spread in front of him as they pooled around of puddle of her own nectar.

He stood frozen, taking in at the impossible sight as his blood slowly drains away at his face. Unsure of what to do in the situation, he slowly backs away.

In a state of panic, Rudolf lunges towards her trainer, pinning him to the ground to prevent his escape.

"T-t-trainer-kun! W-would you mind telling me what are you doing here?"

"Uhhh, you left your phone at my office... And uhh, I was supposed to give it back but I couldn't find you in the auditorium..."

His eyes dart away to every possible direction, avoiding eye contact with his trainee. He spoke to the trees, the grass, the dirt - anywhere to avoid looking at the flushed, naked woman straddling his chest.

"And uhh... I found your uniform on the floor. And there was a trail of liquid on the floor... And the backdoor was open... So, I followed the trail until I thought I heard your voice... And then, yeah...."

Symboli Rudolf is normally a composed person. She can handle any type of high-stress situation in order to lead a bright generation of fellow Umamusume. But as she looks down at her trainer, pinned to the ground into a stuttering and blushing mess of awkwardness, unsure of where to properly look, desperately trying to escape, as he accidentally discovered her most embarrassing secret just breaks her mind.

Layers upon layers of composure shattered in an instant, like a wrecking ball smashing through. The raging inferno that she so desperately keeps in check, meticulously dampening with discipline and dignity, breaks free from its constraints and burns through her body. A wildfire that burns away at her rationality and judgment. A wildfire that burns away at her responsibilities and duties. A wildfire that burns away at the Emperor until everything is reduced to ashes.

And she can't take it anymore.

"Umm, R-Rudolf? Can you please let me go? I-I wouldn't tell a soul, I swear! I'll take this to my grave!"

"I'm sorry, Trainer-kun, but peeping is a grave offense, you know? As the student council president, I'm afraid I cannot let this go unpunished."

"Huh? W-wait, what do you mea-mmhpghhgh."

Rudolf lunges at her trainer, like a predator going in for the kill. A meal after starving herself for too long. A feast fit for the Emperor.

First, the lips. They collided not with the grace of a sovereign, but with the starving desperation of a woman who had been hollowed out by her own fire. She claimed him, stifling his shocked gasp with a tongue that moved like liquid fire, seeking to reclaim the dignity she had lost by consuming his own.

Like a prey fighting for survival, desperate to live another day, her trainer struggles to breathe until he manages to push away Rudolf for a moment to plead for his life.

"Gasp. R-Rudolf! I won't tell anyone, I'm sorr-mmmphpghghh."

It was useless. Rudolf continues her assault, devouring his protests as if it was fuel to the fire within her. Her fingers tangle into his hair, pulling his head toward her to warn him for a final time that her prey was to shut up and stay still.

Next, the descent. Her mouth searing a trail from the corner of his lips to his ears, his jaw, his neck. Her hands, no longer content with restraint, became instruments of pure desperation, tearing away the fabric of his clothes to feast on his chest, his nipples, then his abdomen.

Until, she reaches the bulge in his pants.

Her fingers, once trembling, now with a steady predatory resolve, worked the fastening of his trousers until they gave way, freeing him from his confinement of khaki and cotton into the cool morning air.

"R-Rudolf... Please sto-mmmphhhh"

She puts her palm over his mouth, stifling his protests, letting him know that he was to shut up and accept his punishment. Her trainer's words were nothing more of a distorted mess of buzzes and drones as Rudolf devours his cock, driven purely by instinct, continuing her feast.

She took him in with a rhythmic, desperate hunger. Her tongue swirls around every nook and cranny, her throat tight as if to suck him all in to prevent his escape, and her movements driven by a primal cadence that ignored the frantic hammering of his heart against his ribs.

Her trainers muffled protests begin to dissolve, accepting his fate and surrendering to the blazing inferno in front of him. All that was left in the copse was filled with the visceral sounds of her devotion and the heavy, ragged cadence of her own breathing.

"R-Rudolf, slow down! I'm gonna cum!"

Ignoring her trainer's pleas, a wave of nectar floods her mouth and shoots at the back of her throat. The taste was salty, bitter, metallic. It was the taste of attainment. The taste of victory. And it tasted so sweet.

Claiming her prize, she drank it all, sucking the remaining drops that was still left within him until she releases him from her mouth.

"R-Rudolf? A-are you done now?" her trainer replies, mind still hazy as he still struggles to take in the events that had just transpired.

Rudolf stands up, without saying a word, her eyes filled with determination and a sole purpose. She leans forward against the bark of the sycamore, presenting her behind towards her trainer as it leaks uncontrollably, soaking the ground underneath. She looks back over her shoulder, eyes filled with a commanding intent to quell the inferno burning within her.

"Ah, to hell with it. If I get fired, then so be it."

In one swift motion, he thrusts it all in.

A jagged shock of lightning shoots straight to Rudolf's core. Spots she couldn't even reach before and spots she didn't even know existed are all being abused by this relentless assault.

It was a sensory overload that made her vision swim, the dark-grey thunderclouds in her mind finally erupting into a torrential storm. The sensation was a white-hot bridge between her mind and her body, turning every nerve within her into a live wire that hummed with a violent, agonizing pleasure.

The sensation is a violent maelstrom that transforms her insides into a blur of static and fire. She lets out a helpless, strangled moan, stripped of all its usual regal authority, reduced to a jagged and broken thing that bore no resemblance to the one that commanded Tracen.

Just as she was close, her ears twitch. A chill runs down her spine. She hears something within the distance. A voice. And it's getting dangerously closer.

"Trainer-kun, get down!" she whispers in a frantic tone, not wanting to be seen again by someone else.

The two lie low, hidden behind the bushes, both still connected to one another. Both of them perfectly still, neither one of them trying to move a muscle.

The voice gets closer and the footsteps get louder until it was finally able to be deciphered.

"So, anything on your end, Brian?"

"Patrol's all good over here."

"Noted. Have you found Rudolf?"

"Nah, couldn't find her anywhere. Tch, she's supposed to be doing the patrols too."

"Knowing her, she's probably being all lovey-dovey with her beloved trainer. Chuckles"

"Eugh, don't even mention it."

The air in the copse was thick with a suffocating tension. Rudolf and her trainer still lie there connected. Motionless. Perfectly silent. Desperate and praying that Air Groove doesn't dawdle much longer and leaves now.

But whether it's because of his nerves or the uncomfortable position he has to hold, his cock slowly starts to grow soft.

Rudolf feels the gradual shift in texture within her. She cannot accept that, not when she's so close to release once again.

She moves her hips. Slowly. With agonizingly small, rhythmic movements. Grinding her insides against her trainer's cock to make it stay hard. As she feels it getting hard, it slowly stretches her out, reigniting the electric static that had previously dimmed.

The slow, rhythmic grinding accelerated into a frantic, desperate pace. Her hips now practically slamming against her trainer's as she couldn't suppress her lust much longer. Her breathing hastens, turning each gasp of breath into loud inhalations that threaten to betray their hiding spot.

And of course, Air Groove notices the sound.

"Hm? Did I hear something?" as her head turns towards the direction of the copse.

Walkie-talkie in hand, her footsteps echo and reverberate closer and closer as she is just mere feet away from the copse. The rhythmic tapping was like a countdown that threatened to bring about Rudolf and her trainer's social death.

"Oi, Air Groove, you there? Get over here quick. We got a medical emergency."

"Huh? What happened?"

"Agnes Digital collapsed on the floor. She's mumbling something about reaching nirvana and good karma or whatever."

"Sighs. Just the usual, then. Stay put, I'll be there with the nurse and a stretcher."

Just as fast as her footsteps inch closer to the copse, her footsteps echo against the pavement as she sprints away until it was unable to be heard.

"I think she's gone, Trainer-kun."

"Rudolf, shaking your hips even when people are nearby. What would you have done if she'd found us?"

"B-but I was so close."

"You wanna cum that badly?"

"Yes! I want to cum! Please!"

Giving her what his trainee so desperately needs, he grabs her arms and they stand up together, no longer hidden behind the trees or bushes. They are in full view of the whole courtyard, and all it takes is one person to take a moment to glance at the general direction of the copse to see what they are doing.

Rudolf explodes with a blazing inferno. Every thrust was a jagged bolt of lightning that ignored the boundaries of skin and bone, striking deep into her core and sending ripples of electric static through her trembling limbs. She was no longer whispering, her breath came in sharp, rhythmic gasps that punctuated the silence of the campus, screaming to the world, "Behold, thine Emperor's new clothes. Witness her glory."

The composed student council president and the Emperor are no more. All that is left is the burning husk of a girl who has surrendered to her lust.

Then, she feels it again. The pressure. Building up and occupying every nook and cranny within her body. Every cell in her body stood at attention, unable to hold back any longer, vibrating with a frequency so high it felt like she was being dismantled from the inside out.

"Rudolf! I'm gonna cum again!"

"Me too! Cum for me!"

And then, release.

Her body breaks into an arch. Her nerves fried as a jagged bolt lightning has been directly grounded to her spine. Every ounce of her royal composure disintegrated in that final, violent ascent as her heels dug into the ground as a series of electric shocks convulse her through her core.

Then, the warmth. A wave of semen floods her insides. Violently thrashing about as it fills every nook and cranny deep within her, marking its territory inside her.

Rudolf feels it. The warmth. The fullness. The liberation. The feeling of weightlessness, as if she was finally freed from the shackles that have restrained her for so long.

It was bliss. Pure euphoric bliss.

She collapses on the ground, her legs unable to hold her weight much longer, semen dripping out of her thoroughly used cunt. She was broken, but she feels complete.

Three days later...

"Well, we practiced everything down to a routine. Good luck on the presentation, Rudolf."

"Thank you, Trainer-kun. You have truly helped me once again with this endeavor. I suppose you can say I'm ready to give a stable performance. Chuckles."

"Chuckles. Yeah, good luck out there."

"Oh, just before I go, Trainer-kun..."

Rudolf lifts up her skirt, revealing her bare cunt. Sore. Red. Aching. Dripping nectar that soaks her thighs. A wicked smile appears on her flushed face as a familiar heat emanates from her.

"I'll be cumming over to your office after the presentation. You still need to be punished after all."

The trainer had to take a 2-day medical leave because of dehydration and muscle overexertion.

Just another day in the life of the Emperor.

Marche Lorraine is your sweet little angel

Just another day in the life of Symboli Rudolf