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And yeah, I'm poking Maku 😭

Heyo! Before we get into this one, just an FYI that this 'review' is not an actual review. This is purely a plot buffer in this stupid series I've been making.

If you're only invested into this for the smut, feel free to give this one a skip as it's not exactly plot relevant, and there's no smut in this review, but it does set the scene on where we currently sit in this stupid 'plot timeline' 😭😭

If you wanna read this, be my guest! If you feel lost, please feel free to the full fic + all other previous reviews on AO3 here.

If you just want to goon to the Golshi pic, source is down at the end of the 'review'.

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"... Oh wait, that's right! Forgot to bag the stolen goods!"

*bonk*

Whilst running away from the strange 'containment facility' at breakneck speed, Gold Ship gives the damsel in distress that's slung over her shoulder a hefty *bonk* on their noggin, causing their body to grow limp as they enter the land of temporary dreams.

"Uwuugh! So heavy! Is this guy carrying fresh lobster in his pockets?!?! ...Eh, I'll do some bench presses as well!"

Escaping farther and farther, Gold Ship begins to shoulder press the poor unconscious maiden above her head as a dead weight, whilst maintaining a lengthy stride as she powers through the remote bushland...

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"Phew!! Finally back! Not a bad training session, if I do say so myself!"

Throwing caution to the wind, Gold Ship throws off the poor, limp body off her shoulders towards the cold pavement, and strikes a pose as if she was a top contender in a body-building competition.

"...Why did I wear these stupid heels again? Eii!"

She takes off her black stilettos and throws them against the pavement. Hard. 

After a few hours running across the countryside, both herself and the unconscious 'Umapyoi Trainer' eventually made their way back to Tracen Academy's entrance gate. Although she dressed light to look the part, wearing her 'sexy secret agent' outfit wasn't exactly the most practical of choices in hindsight. Stretching her toes against the cool concrete elicits a hearty groan of relief from Gold Ship's lips, similar to an old man getting a massage for his poor back.

"Now... What to do with this..."

Gold Ship contemplates butchering the game she just caught into small portions, so that she could stuff him in her pockets, but decides against it as she puts away her carving knife, and reaches into her skirt, pulling out a large, black garden bag, alongside a large roll of duct tape.

"Alrighty! Undertaker time!!" *Ahem*

Gold Ship clears her throat, and changes her tone of voice similar to an airplane pilot, getting ready for take off.

"Good evening passengers, this is your Captain, Gold Ship, speaking. Tonight we have a lovely warm entrée of escargot, topped with kombu flakes as our complementary service on this cruise for our First and Business Class guests, so please do not hesitate to make your presence known to our staff as they begin walking down the aisles. Please ensure you also have your wedding rings ready on standby, as our flower boy begins to distribute fresh roses, hand picked from the Amazon Jungle..."

Whilst rambling on like a schizophrenic, Gold Ship begins bagging and wrapping up the poor maiden's body in a makeshift straight-jacket with her tape and garden bag.

"...and please remember, that this is a non-smoking restaurant, which also includes the use of e-cigarettes and steam engines, so please ensure that these items are stowed away under your tray table for the remainder of your medical appointment, and we once again, thank you for choosing Gold Ship's Undertaker Services, and hope you enjoy your flight."

*RIIIP* *shuffle*

As she tears off the final strip of tape using her mouth. Gold Ship once again picks up the now body-bagged 'Umapyoi Trainer', and begins walking towards her club room.

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*Sigh*

A heavy sigh escapes Mejiro McQueen's lips, as she strolls the quiet training grounds. Unable to sleep, she'd thought to go on a short run to clear her mind, but alas, it proved futile. Deciding to stroll the nighttime air for a moment longer before heading back to the dorms, McQueen closes her eyes, lost in thought about the events of the day.

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"...This more than just a simple 'missing person' report, this is a public outcry McQueen! Who knows what will happen if the academy finds out that something has happened to him..."

...!

She shakes her head, trying to push the words of her Grandmother out of her memory.

"...Is he really 'that' important to Tracen Academy?..."

As she mutters, she suddenly hears the faint *click* *clack* of heels slowly approaching her. Alerted by the sound, McQueen quickly dives into a nearby hedge to conceal herself.

...Nobody should be out this late at night... Is Tazuna-san on nightly patrols now?!

Holding her breath, McQueen's thoughts race just as fast as her heartbeat. 

Ever since 'that trainer' went missing, Tracen Academy has never been the same. An atmosphere of tension began to hang in every classroom, as students began wondering why 'they' had stopped posting to the school notice boards. Questions were only returned with more questions, as staff and fellow trainers evaded the topic when questioned. The URA administration issued a public statement shortly after, saying that 'inappropriate topics' should not be discussed while on academy grounds. Patrols became more frequent. Scheduled training had unknown people from the URA 'observing practice' to ensure that 'moral dignity was upheld'. Slowly but surely, a sense of 'oppression' crept into the academy. All because 'they' went missing.

As the sound of heels clacking grew closer and closer to her location, McQueen dared to catch a glimpse of who those footsteps belonged to. Ever so slightly peeking her head outside of the bush, McQueen's eyes beheld a spectacle that she couldn't ever possibly believe.

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"...Gold Ship-san?"

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"UWHAGHAGAH?!?!? Who goes there?!?!"

Startled in the pitch black night, Gold Ship suddenly throws off the bagged body down the the ground, and assumes a karate stance she saw on a nightly TV show once. Her worries are soon relieved as a familar looking Umamusume steps out of one of the nearby bushes to greet her.

"Eh McQueen! It's just you! Don't sneak up on me like that! My heart almost was going to combust with the force of a thousand suns! Anyways what'cha doin' so late at night here? Oh I know!! You were trying to fix the satellite dish above our club room right?! I told you that the martians were trying to skew our planet's tilt by 7 degrees! Those sneaky bastards!!"

"...Gold Ship! What on earth is that?!?"

She points to the black, human body shaped mass that Gold Ship was carrying momentarily before.

"Oh this? This is just some wild boar I caught in the countryside! I was actually gonna store it in the club room so it doesn't spoil ya'know! It might not fit in the fridge, but I was planning on traveling to Antarctica to grab some fresh ice-"

"...I IS THAT A BODY?!?! G-GOLD SHIP Y-YOU NEED TO EXPLAIN YOUR SELF THIS VERY INST-"

"...Is someone there?"

The sound of a security guard's voice cut's through the two's bickering as they both freeze up instinctively.

"...Hello? Who's there?"

*shuffle*

"...L-Let's take this conversation elsewhere! Gold Ship-san! J-Just pick that thing up and follow me!"

The two begin to retreat into the darkness, as McQueen reaches into her pocket to call up her chauffer to make a hastily escape...

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"...So, care to explain yourself, Gold Ship-san?"

Gold Ship is forced bow to with her forehead touching the cold tiles of the Mejiro's Mansion as McQueen's equally ice-cold words cut her. Surrounding her is nearly all of the Mejiro clan's members; Ardan, Bright, Dober, Palmer, Ramonu, Ryan, and finally, McQueen.

On her left stands the rest of Gold Ship's 'family'; Dream Journey, Fenomeno, Nakayama Festa, Orfevre, and finally, Stay Gold.

"...You've done a lot of weird stuff before, but holding hostage the person that this whole academy's going wild over is a new record, Golshi..."

"...I'll have to agree with Stay Gold here, Golshi-san... Kidnapping a couple of trainers here and there can be mitigated to an extent... But I believe you've chosen a rather unfortunate 'target' this time..."

Both Stay Gold and Dream Journey voice their disbelief as the rest of the Gold Clan slowly try to process the current situation.

"..."

"...If you'd had bet me that all of us were going to be standing in the Mejiro mansion, with the infamous 'Umapyoi Trainer' found, being held hostage, I would've lost so much on that gamble..."

"...Pick your jaw off the ground, Meno. You're in the presence of the Mejiro Family."

"Ah, so the Gold Family do have some manners. As expected of you, Oefevre-san."

"Aha... Direct as always, Ramonu..."

"...So, is this the 'Umapoyoyoi Trainer', Ryan Onee-sama? How exciting! But they seem to be sleeping..."

"...It's 'Umapyoi', Bright..."

"...Is that so? Fufu, you seem to know a lot about them, Dober-chan~"

"Wha-? I-I absolutely don't have a clue what you're referring to!"

"..."

"...You're staring an awful lot at their arms Ardan. Also, why am I even here? I was supposed having a sleepover at Helio's dorm just before this..."

As the rest of the Mejiro Family exchange some quips with each other, Gold Ship finally speaks up to explain herself.

"Errr so! This guy had the buzzer thingy on them! So you know..."

"...Do you mean the 'personal emergency device' I gave you a while back?"

McQueen continues to interrogate her as the rest of the people in the room fall silent to listen.

"Ummm yeah! I thought I was gonna lose it somewhere, so I gave it to Flash!"

"...Why would you give that to Eishin Flash-san-"

*Ahem* "...Never mind that for the time being. How it ended up in the hands our... Trainer... here can be discussed later I suppose..."

Dream Journey interrupts McQueen as she continues.

"The main question is what are we going to do with 'them'? I don't believe that simply 'letting them free' will do any favours for the academy at the moment... I'm sure that you've noticed this too, how the URA seems to be wanting to 'make him disappear'..."

"...So what do you suppose, Journey-san? That the Mejiro family would just simply clean up after your mess?"

"...Onee-sama!"

Ardan attempts to stop Ramonu from souring the relations between the two families even further, however Stay Gold puts her hand up to continue.

"...Yes I know this is our 'mess' currently, but don't you Mejiros also have an eye for our Trainer here as well? This is also partially your responsibility as well, if I'm not mistaken."

Ramonu shoots an icy glare at Stay Gold's words, whilst McQueen suddenly clams up. Gold Ship glances towards Stay Gold with a look of concern, to which Stay Gold returns a pained expression to. Although the other Mejiros and Gold members look to each other with confusion, Ramonu contemplates for a moment before speaking up.

"...Very well then. Due to the current circumstances in the academy, we will provide safe harbour for this... 'Trainer'..."

"However! It's not without payment. Obviously, the Gold family will share in the responsibility of this, so how does this sound? We will alternate the responsibility of them between each member of the Mejiro Family, and you will do the same. Fair, is it not?"

The room once again grows silent for a brief moment. Stay Gold, picking up on her implications, questions Ramonu further.

"...Are you referring to... what I think you're referring to?"

"...Please enlighten me, Stay Gold-san."

"...You know exactly what I'm referring to."

The members of the Mejiro family look to each other with slightly flushed cheeks. 

"...Heat."

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Umamusume are similar to humans, however, they carry some traits that separate themselves from the average Jane and Joe.

Heightened athletic abilities.

Greater physical endurance and strength.

A desire to run.

Some even have voracious appetites to supplement this.

However, they also have another genetic trait that is further amplified in their physique.

...Heat cycles.

As expected, Tracen Academy has measures to mitigate a student that enters an estrus period. However, the sudden appearance of the 'Umapyoi Trainer' has given the students of the academy a different method to deal with their 'urges' on a regular basis. Sex, in itself, is the best way to deal these desires immediately, whilst also being an effective method for 'physical training'. Why take supplements to suppress your estrus, and risk your racing performance from the side effects, when you can just let nature run it's course, AND get some extra training on the side? This, of course, has proved rather effective, much to the disdain of certain members of the URA Administration.

And the students? Well...

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"So here's the plan then..."

Stay Gold talks to the room as she pushes the proposal.

"You take them for a week, and then we take them for a week. We'll swap until all of our 'heat cycles' are finished. Each person has the 'Umapyoi Trainer' to themselves, uninterrupted. Sound good?"

The room fills with uneasy mutters from the Gold Family, as the Mejiros whisper to themselves, with some members rubbing their thighs in anticipation.

"...We'll even let you guys go first, seeing as it looks like you're erm... *ahem* 'needing' them more at the moment?"

"...Very well. One condition."

Ramonu speaks up.

"...Because she got us into this situation, Gold Ship-san will be the last person to go."

"...Ehhhhh?!?!? That's not fair-"

"Additionally-!"

Ramonu cuts off Gold Ship with a loud voice.

"She will be responsible for ensuring 'safe delivery' of our... 'Trainer' here."

"...Alright, you have yourself a deal."

The two matriarchs of each family move to shake hands.

"...I hope we can strengthen our relations in the future like this, Ramonu."

"..."

She doesn't respond to Stay Gold's words, but simply turns to leave the room.

"...Um... It seems like they're waking up..."

McQueen motions to the bound body on the floor, still bagged with Gold Ships' handiwork.

"...You're not going to explain to our poor trainer on his new fate?"

Stay Gold calls out to Ramonu, already nearing the hallway to the room.

"...It wouldn't be a good look for the Mejiro Family if their 'representative' wasn't present for this, wouldn't it."

"..."

Stopping in her tracks, Ramonu turns back towards the group after a moment of contemplation.

"...Ryan and Bright, fetch some clean robes for our 'Trainer' here. Ardan and McQueen, release them from their... bindings..."

"Of course!"

"Not a problem."

"Palmer and Dober, escort our 'guests' to a more... suitable room for the moment. The basement of the Mejiro mansion is hardly an appropriate place to be discussing such trivial matters."

"O-Okay!"

Ramonu once again turns to leave the room, before leaving the Gold Family with a stray comment.

"...And I do as well, Stay Gold. May this temporary partnership prove fruitful..."

"...for both our futures."

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Source Image 1, 2 & 3: かつしかゆき, mokumoku_warabi, 鳥越

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/11412908?q=parent%3A11413041 (official art btw)

This is just the most perfect, wholesome thing imaginable. She really is the bestest prize of all 😭🩷

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Found this 💎 page after opening Facebook after some years 😭

by @SH2A3EHJ96zEC1s on twt

omg Rice and her Feet are so cute i want to sniff sniff and lick lick 😋😭

by ネルキチカタフクマ

Image how much bank would Cygames make if They just replaced the funny shorts with panties 😭 And all of the umas would have a unique panty design 😭😭😭 (Yet again I would still sniff and bury my face in Fuku's shorts)

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https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/145068372

Sometimes, I fantasize that my wife Dantsu Flame has a futa Uma cock and that I was fucking her from behind while her arms are chained to the ceiling and her dihh is placed in the penis milking machine. This immense pleasure from simultaneously getting fucked while her penis is milked will force her to climax and cause her to cum, with her beautiful moans in turn making me release my seed inside her. After unchaining her wrists from the ceiling, I would handcuff her to the bed and start riding her still-cum-covered dick while I hold her on a leash and give her plenty of kisses, as well as telling her how proud I am of her for how she did today.

Image sauce: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/141914727

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/141544293

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/11320288?q=marche_lorraine_%28umamusume%29+swimsuit+

As her trainer, she is the pinnacle of preciousness. How could you be blessed to have something so adorable and cute as your trainee?

The way she shyly looks at you. The way she has to catch her breath to mentally prepare herself to talk. The way her head hangs low. The way her voice shakes. The way she so quietly and gently talks. The way she stutters. The way her eyes dart around all over the place. And if you ever get the lucky chance of catching her eyes to make eye contact, her face turns as red as a tomato.

Sweet, quiet, timid Marche Lorraine. All of this and the gap moe from her puppet? It's just way too cute. Too precious. Too wholesome.

She is your cinnamon roll. Your sweet little angel. The one whom you love with all your heart. The one whom you valiantly swore to protect.

At least, it's what you want to believe.

Each time you go back to your apartment after a long day of work, Marche is always there, waiting on your bed with the lights dimmed, her uniform neatly packed and folded on your bedside table, and her puppet in hand. She's wearing a white lace bikini-style lingerie, perfectly accentuating the curves of her body, highlighting her fair, porcelain-like skin and well-toned body, and struggling to keep her breasts contained.

She always likes to prepare something each time you go home. Yesterday it was her gym uniform. The day before that, it was her swimming uniform. The day before that, just her in a towel. The day before that, newly-bought bondage gear. The day before that, her racing outfit.

"You're late today, Trainer-san. Maru-san has been getting impatient, you know?" her puppet speaks in a playful manner.

"Sorry, Marche. The meeting took so long. I'm really tired today. Can we just rest?"

Marche approaches you and pushes you onto your bed. She climbs on top of your chest and straddles it. Even through your clothes, you can feel a damp and radiating heat that emanates through her panties.

You look at her face. Blushing, beet-red, embarrassed. Her eyes dart around all over the place as if she was ashamed of doing this to her very own trainer. Acting in a way as if her puppet was the one in control of her body rather than the opposite.

"You said the same thing two days ago and you're able to keep going until dawn! Come on, Trainer-san, Maru-san has been dying to get a taste of you the whole day." said with perfect ventriloquism.

Before you even get a chance to protest, Marche begins kissing your lips. If you can even describe it as kissing. It's more of an assault. A feast for her and her alone. And you are the unknowing participant.

She devours you. Her tongue coiling around inside yours to taste the insides of your mouth and wrestles with your own tongue.

"You taste so good, Trainer-san. Just relax and let Maru-san melt all your worries away," her puppet whispers into your ear as Marche continues devouring you.

As if she was done with the appetizer, she continues her assault elsewhere. She licks your jawline. She bites your ear. She marks your neck. Each moan and whimper serves as music to her fine dining experience as she slowly and agonizingly makes her way downwards.

As if she's the one being controlled by her puppet, she methodically unbuckles your pants with her free hand, letting loose of your painfully erect cock.

Slowly, she opens her mouth, as if she were hesitant or trying to fight back what her puppet is "forcing" her to do. Her face is beet-red, embarrassed, ashamed. Acting like she had "lost" control of her body and is being "controlled" by something entirely not her to save face.

After what felt like forever, she puts the glans of your cock inside her mouth, as if trying to save any remaining dignity she has left by not going all the way and to not appear unsightly. The contrast of the icy-cold harshness of the room blasted by the air-conditioning and the warmth, moistness, and softness inside her mouth begins to melt your mind.

She licks slowly. Licking every nook and cranny on your glans until all has been properly savored and taken care of. She bobs her head up and down to make every inch feel the softness of her lips.

It feels good. But it's not enough.

It's slow. So painfully and agonizingly slow. Almost as if she was teasing you.

"Come on, Trainer-san. Don't you want more? Don't you just want to ravage Maru-san? Don't you just want to see tears fall down her face as she chokes on your cock? Use her. Break her. Just like you did many times before," her puppet says to you as your cock is still inside Marche's mouth. All of this done with perfect ventriloquism.

Like a switch being turned off in your brain, you heed the puppet's temptations.

You grab Marche's head and pull it all the way to the base of your cock.

This is supposed to be your cute little angel. The one you swore to protect. But who cares about that anymore?

You drive your cock all the way to the back of her throat. Drilling and jackhammering her as she looks at you with tears in her eyes as if she were trying to "plead" for you to stop. The soft, warm, and wet insides of her mouth, along with her tongue licking and slobbering every inch of your cock just feels too damn good.

And so, she sucks. Violently. Choking on your cock as you jackhammer her mouth, treating it like a fucktoy and not the head of your own trainee. Each time she coughs it out to catch her breath, you shove it back in and continue your business, not stopping until you cum.

A wave of semen fills her mouth. Marche instinctively tries to get away but you reel her head back to the base of your cock, effectively forcing her to take all of it without letting a single drop spill. She looks at you, beet-red, tears in her eyes as she takes everything in, drinking your cum as fast as she can so she can finally breathe.

She drinks all of it and you finally let her go. A brief smile appears on Marche's face.

She lies down on the bed, spreading her legs and puts the panties to the side to reveal her cunt. Sore. Pulsating. Wet. Fluids dripping and pooling all over the bedsheets. Inviting you.

Marche pulls her hat down in an attempt to cover her face to hide her embarrassment.

"Come, Trainer-san. Use her. Break her. Cum inside her as many times as you want. Turn Maru-san into a broken and disgusting mess. Just like you did many times before," the puppet whispers, acting as the metaphorical devil on your shoulders.

And so you did.

The warmth, moistness, and softness inside her seemingly melt your cock. As expected from the well-toned and well-developed body of an athlete, her cunt is super tight, as if it were made purely for sex. Each time you try to pull out, the tightness of her cunt seemingly refuses to do so and pulls you right back in. And each time you thrust in, the timid Marche Lorraine that you know moans louder and louder as she gasps for air in between each thrust.

"Trainer-san... harder... please..." as she looks at you in the eye, no longer hiding behind the puppet, finally allowing her lust to consume her.

And so you did. Fucking her harder. Faster. Grabbing her tits. Pulling her tail. Slapping her ass. Making her ride on your cock. Treating her merely as an object for your own pleasure until you cum. And cum. And cum again. As many rounds as it takes until she is pumped full of your seed and turned into a broken, cum-stained mess.

You don't know how long you two did it. Everything after the first round became a blur. All you remember before finally collapsing was Marche lying on your bed, utterly and thoroughly used, cum-stained and more still dripping out of her cunt, with a smile and satisfied look on her face.

You wake up. It's 7:30 AM, and you have to go to school by 8. Your body is sore and tired. Marche cooked some breakfast for you before she left a little while ago. It's her way of saying thank you without being too embarrassed.

You arrive at school and Marche is there, waiting for you in your office to start training. She looks at you shyly, puppet in her hand, saying a cheery good morning via ventriloquism.

Sweet, quiet, timid Marche Lorraine. She really is your little angel.

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This is a masterpiece. Besides the obviously beautiful Taabo feetsies, we get to see Turbo's charming perky tiddies.

What else can a Trainer as for? maybe Inverted nipssies dripping some fortified Turbo milk😭?

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I love our sexy black spats horse 😭