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Living alone is tough sometimes…
Maruzensky, with bags under her eyes, hair unwashed for a week, and wearing stained sweatpants and tee shirt, hauled herself up from the couch. It was getting late in the day, and her hunger had been gnawing at her for hours. She stretched her arms above her head with a groan, looking at the pile of discarded Umazon boxes in the corner of the dim room. She should really clean that up too.
Even taking a day off from her grueling training schedule wasn't enough to sort out this mess; A heavy pit lodged itself in her stomach amongst the noise of hunger as she considered the mounting pile of tasks to be done.
Then the doorbell rang.
Maruzensky blinked, her ears perking as she paused her thoughts. It was probably another Umazon order she had forgotten about. She sighed and headed for the door, feeling guilty to be adding another box to the pile.
Maruzensky opened the door and withheld a noise of confused surprise. Outside was Super Creek, a friend who hung out with her and Tazuna on occasion. She was wearing a fluffy long-sleeved cashmere top, the hem stopping just below the swell of her hips, half covering denim shorts over black tights. Her hair was, as always, immaculately braided and luxuriously soft. The chilly breeze carried a scent of perfumed allspice that tickled the hunger in Maruzen’s stomach.
“Creek!” She chirped. Had she forgotten about some plans made with her for today? “Wassup?”
Creek was beaming, seeming very pleased with herself. She hefted two large bags on either shoulder, bulging with what must be goodies.
“Hi Maruzensky, sorry to drop in unannounced. I thought I'd stop by to check in on you; I brought dinner for us.” Her voice had a saccharine lilt that reminded Maruzen of her mother.
“Is now a good time…?” Creek pouted her lip slightly and tilted her head, her eyes filled with genuine concern. The look made Maruzen flush with embarrassment.
“Oh… Goodness, thanks! You didn't have to…” Maruzensky found herself stepping back and inviting Creek in, taking one of the bags from her and carrying it to the kitchen.
Creek was right behind her, a bit taller, her allspice-scented presence occupying Maruzen’s entire frontal lobe.
“Please, um, excuse the mess,” Maruzensky gestured to the boxes stacked high in the living room as they passed, then to the unwashed dishes on the kitchen countertop. Creek didn't respond, setting one bag in the hallway and the other on the kitchen counter. Maru saw her roll up her sleeves and pull on a pair of yellow rubber gloves - she reached out and put a hand on her arm.
“Oh Creek, really, it's okay!” She was stumbling over her words now, mortified at the thought of her friend having to clean up her mess. “I can take care of it!”
Creek turned her head slightly towards her, a big smile on her face. She flicked her tail to gesture at the bag on the countertop. “Maru-Chan, can you unload that bag and get the curry started on the stove?”
Maruzen opened her mouth to protest at both the nickname and command, but Creek had already started scrubbing away days-old spaghetti sauce off of white porcelain. She sighed, her cheeks tingling with embarrassment as she turned and obediently unpacked the stuffed black bags. There was a huge glass container filled with curry, the top fogged over with steam. Freshly made. Maru smiled to herself as she retrieved the only remaining clean pot, set it on the stove and set the curry to heat.
She unpacked a container of rice, also fresh, as well as two bottles of what looked like homemade bubble tea - black tapioca balls hung suspended in milky brown sweetness.
“You really didn't have to do all this, Creek… But, thank you. This all looks delish!”
Creek made a happy little humming noise at the sink, her silky auburn tail swishing back and forth beneath the oversized braid.
“I can't wait to see the face you make when you taste it, Maru-chan.”
The two finished both cleaning the kitchen and heating the food, and settled themselves in the living room at the kotatsu next to the couch.
Dinner was, as expected, delicious. Savory curry was complimented by the intense sweetness of the bubble tea, rounded out by lightly seasoned rice that Creek claimed was a family recipe. The two Umamusume made casual small talk, checking in with each other’s racing careers and either praising wins or reassuring losses.
The entire time, Super Creek’s eyes lingered a little too long on Maru after speaking. Her ears were locked forward, only relaxing when she spoke. She fiddled with her large braid, pulling it over her shoulder and stroking it idly.
When they were finished, Creek leapt to her feet and scoured the dishes away, hushing Maruzensky into remaining seated.
She returned a minute later and made herself comfortable on the plush sofa, giving Maru a polite smile.
“Maru-chan, I'm happy you enjoyed dinner.”
Maruzensky, stuffed by the largest meal she’d had in days, smiled lazily. “Thanks a bunch for making and bringing it, Creek. I don't know how I can repay you.”
She covered her mouth abruptly as a yawn overtook her. When it settled, she chuckled bashfully. “Sorry, guess a food coma is due soon.”
Creek giggled politely. “Aw, isn't that precious?”
Maruzen’s ears flattened at the unprovoked praise. “W-what?”
Before she could continue, Creek patted a spot on the couch next to her, her voice a mix of soothing and commanding. “Come here, Maru-chan.”
Maruzensky gulped, the knot of arousal that had been simmering all day settled below her full stomach.
Creek patted her lap. She wouldn't take no for an answer. The slightly tanned thighs were smooth, flushed… Inviting. It hadn't occurred to her that Creek’s tights were missing.
Maru’s head swam with post-meal delirium. Maybe a little rest wouldn’t hurt. Creek had a reputation for this kind of thing. Crawling onto the couch, she turned over onto her back and let Super Creek guide her head onto the warm pillow of her bare lap.
“That’s it…” Creek cooed, her words sending a blanket of warm electricity down Maruzen’s spine. She blushed as she closed her eyes, not knowing what to say in response. The crown of her head sank deliciously into the give of the matronly Uma's thighs. Creek hummed as she set to work, brushing strands of hair from Maruzensky’s face and dust from the shoulders of her shirt. Maru immediately began to melt, the exhaustion of the past few days all catching up with her at once.
A deep, unburdening sigh escaped her lips and a rush of… Relaxation? Pleasure? Warmth. It cascaded in waves from the tips of her ears, down her scalp, through her neck, along her chest, into the pool of her stomach, then slid down along her legs and curled her toes. Another wave of embarrassment hit her, the warmth pooling in her cheeks. She looked up at Creek, cracking her eyes open. The warmth flared, her ears folded.
Super Creek was looking down at her with such a gentle expression. Her downturned eyes were half-lidded, the corners of her mouth were upturned in a pleased, encouraging expression. Her ears, however, were completely perked like they were at dinner. She was… focused.
Maruzen had never been fussed over so… intently. She was always the one doing the doting, whether it be on her cuties, Rudolf, or her trainer. Sure, her mother would take care of her, but it had been years since her head had been on a lap in a platonic sense. Nowadays, it was a prelude to parting legs, slick heat, and sweetness on her lips. This was different… right? Just a little pampering between friends.
Maruzen swallowed down the fresh saliva. She wanted to say something. Anything. ‘Thank you.’ ‘What’s that look for?’ ‘Sorry I'm being a burden.’ ‘It feels really good.’ ‘Is this what the kids call, ‘Peak?’’
Creek’s head tilted a fraction as she noticed Maruzensky’s lost expression.
“Comfy?”
Just one word. A check-in. Maru inhaled to respond, but her insides withered under that delicious allspice perfume. Now that she was so close, it had become all-encompassing. Despite having just eaten, she was craving dessert.
A mumbled “...Mhm” was all she could manage.
Creek’s arm shifted in her view, and Maru felt warmth cup her cheek.
“May I touch your hair?”
She couldn’t help but blush hotter - her hair was a mess, all tangled and frazzled.
“Um, it's a mess, but… S-sure. If you want. I was going to wash it tonight anyway.”
Something about Creek’s eyes darkened as she said that, that gentle smile blooming with a fresh mix of emotion.
Maruzensky’s brain was abruptly unplugged as Creek’s manicured nails began to gently comb along her scalp. A thick cloud of tingling bliss rolled like thunder down her body; lips parted in a sigh as her eyes closed. Shoulders relaxed. Jaw unclenched. Putty in her hands. Creek gave a cheeky giggle, continuing her doting assault. Her acrylic nails had a delicious kind of strength and sharpness to them, different from regular nails or press-ons. Memories of Maru’s mother gently combing her scalp and massaging her forehead when putting her to bed floated in the darkness beneath her eyelids. Her love pouring into her through simple touch. This was the same, but more… Real. More immediate. Arousing in a way her family was not.
“Maru-chan, do you know why I’m here?”
Maruzensky’s eyes opened with a flutter as Creek’s nails made another pass by the sensitive base of her ears.
“Mmh?”
Creek giggled again, her eyes bright. “When we were out with Tazuna last week, at that bar.”
She paused, as if waiting for Maruzen to finish the thought. Any attempt to do so was melted away by the unrelenting bliss rolling through her hair.
“Mmhmm,” she cooed as if Maru had replied. “We were talking about pampering…” Creek’s expression was radiant, her lips pouting around the two syllables of ‘pamper’. “You mentioned that you wanted to be pampered.”
Maruzensky’s recognition showed on her face. “Oh, well, I mean,” She squirmed and turned her head away, cheeks aflame. “That… Was just an offhanded comment. I didn’t mean to ask anything of you.”
“Ah ah,” Creek tutted. She pressed a silencing finger to the Uma’s lips, hooking a thumb under her chin to pull her gaze back. Her murmurs became honey-sweet. “It’s no problem.~ I heard from… Someone, that you’ve been having a hard time lately. Is that right?”
Maru stiffened and let out an embarrassing noise. It was most definitely Rudolf who told her.
“Shhh…” Creek’s hand shifted to cup her cheek, her thumb caressing the heated skin. Her other hand continued the scalp massage. “It’s okay. I like taking care of people. And…” It was her turn to blush. “I wanted to thank you for being my friend.”
The blood in Maruzensky’s body surged with heat. She covered her face, taking a deep breath to steady herself. All of this was… A lot.
She opened her fingers and peeked through them up at the doting Uma. “Th-thank you too,” she squeaked.
Something inside Super Creek changed, almost imperceptibly. Her lips parted, eyes widened, just a fraction. Maruzen sensed Creek’s thigh muscles tighten, then relax. She could have sworn she saw her tongue trace her lips before the usual warm smile reasserted itself.
“My pleasure, Maru-chan.”
What felt like an hour but was really ten minutes passed in silence. Creek switched between her nails threading Maru’s hair and tender facial caressing. She hummed a tune Maru didn't recognize, but filled the silence with a cradling hug. The touch was a mixture of feather-light and kneading presses in all the right places. She gently teased Maruzen’s ears, nails gliding by the base while her thumb traced the sensitive curve.
“Maru-chan?”
Maruzen rose from the brink of sleep, opening her eyes. “Hmuh?”
“Did you want to wash your hair?”
Maruzensky shifted and sat up with a long sigh, a groggy smile pasted on her face. “Sure, but I don't want to make you wait.”
Creek’s smile was as sweet as ever. “That's okay. Wouldn't you like some help, sweetie?” She folded one plump thigh over the other, one hand resting on the warmth where Maru’s head had lain. “You're still exhausted.”
Maru’s brain short-circuited. “Oh, um. If you prefer. I’d appreciate it.” She smiled politely on instinct.
Why did I say that? Well, this is fine. We’ve known each other for almost a year now. We haven't been in the showers together but… Doesn't she know?
Maruzensky pushed herself off the couch and walked to the bathroom, Super Creek following close behind. While Maru removed her clothing, Creek set about running the bath, bent over the large tub and fiddling with the showerhead.
Maru was a pace behind her, still clad in her sports bra and briefs. She was trying not to stare. She was failing.
Maruzen had never looked at Creek like this until now. Bent slightly at the knee, she bent over at the waist to test the water as it streamed from the silver showerhead. Maru noticed the lack of tights now, flicking back to the memory of greeting her at the door. Creek’s shorts, a thin denim with rolled fabric at the hem, snuggled against her generous hips. Her auburn tail, thick and luxurious, swayed playfully as she hummed.
“Thanks,” she began, taking a deep breath to lock away her instincts. “… For your help today, Creek. I didn't know how much I needed it.”
Creek straightened and turned to face her, her downturned eyes a reassuring presence. “Don't mention it, Maru-chan.”
Then she gripped the hemline of her sweater, and pulled it up and over her head. Her skin was smooth, her waist much curvier than her thick sweater suggested. A thick blue bra held up… Maru blinked and met Creek’s gaze, letting out an alarmed giggle.
“Oh! Creek, you don't have to help me bathe, it's really-”
Creek was suddenly very close to her. One hand rested on her collarbone, the other pressed a finger to her lips. Being slightly taller than Maruzen, she leaned in and whispered directly into her ear.
“Shush, Maru-chan. Just let me take care of you, mkay?”
That verbal caress made Maruzen swallow. Creek’s finger weighed on her lips. She wanted to part her lips, to let it in. Or to push it aside and fling herself into this woman. Maru’s arm moved, clenching a fist on her own gut to wrestle some semblance of control back.
“Um… Okay.”
Creek simply smiled. The heat from their bodies, nearly touching, grew distant as Creek stepped around to pull the washing stool up. Maruzen, suddenly feeling a little self conscious and more than a little warm, pulled her sports bra up and off, then slid down her briefs after a moment’s hesitation.
She sat on the offered stool, facing away from Creek. The doting Uma diligently washed her hair, the foamy sounds and gentle instruction making the experience immensely relaxing. She brushed out the tangles and knots from her hair, a gentle “that's it…” or “good, good…” massaged away all stress, all rational thought.
After being thoroughly rinsed, Maruzensky made to stand up. She was stopped by Creek’s arm wrapping around her stomach from behind.
She looked back, confused. “Creek?”
They were inches apart. Creek’s voice took on a restrained, husky undertone that violated her attempt at appearing concerned.
“Maru-chan, are you… Taking care of yourself?”
There was that darkened look again in Creek’s gentle eyes. She recognized it, finally. It was a hungry look.
Maru opened her mouth as she felt the hand around her waist slide down her stomach, and crest at her lower abdomen.
Oh fuck.
Maruzen tightened her thighs, her wet tail whipping the floor in surprise. “Creek!” She managed a nervous laugh. “Really, I'm fine-”
Super Creek’s other hand slid around her left side, cupping her breast. Her index finger gently rested, unmoving, on the crest of her stiffening nipple. Maruzen went rigid; back straight, shoulders squared. “I'm not only here to feed you and wash you. I'm here to take care of all your needs, Maru-chan.”
Fuckfuckfuck.
Creek pressed her infamously large bust to Maruzen’s back, at some point having removed her own bra. Two pricks of stiffness felt like lit cigarettes on Maru’s back. Pure white noise cradled her mind. She couldn't move. She didn't want to.
Creek rested her chin on Maruzen’s right shoulder, the hand on her lower abdomen drawing lazy circles. The hand on her breast gave a gentle squeeze, drawing a shuddering breath from Maruzensky.
“Good girl, that's it… Let it all out.” Creek’s purr, right next to her head, made Maru’s gut twist. Her arousal leaked onto the stool beneath her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered in a tiny voice. It was true, she had been pushing herself with races, training, and neglecting her home upkeep. This… Release, this giving of herself over to someone who cares about her, was euphoric. Creek was a good friend up until now, equipped with a maturity that fitted neatly with Maru and Tazuna. This, however, was more than a friendly gesture. But it was also exactly what Maruzen needed right now.
She reached back with her right hand, holding on to the back of Creek’s head to keep her close. To ask for more.
Creek whet her lips, the sticky sound in close proximity making Maru’s breath catch.
“Open.” Soft, gentle. Commanding.
Maruzensky peeled her thighs apart, her heart hammering in her chest. Creek’s hand descended, cresting her groin before splitting her fingers along either side of her clit to press along her labia. At the same time, Creek rolled Maru’s left nipple in her fingers.
Maruzensky’s head fell back, mouth agape, eyes fluttering shut and ears folding. Creek’s immense warmth pressed tighter into her back.
“Good girl.”
Maruzensky shuddered, blushed, wanted to squirm. Electricity rocketed along every nerve ending. This was completely different from Rudolf, from her other experiences. She was clay in Creek’s hands, and that was all she wanted to be right now. To be her good girl.
Lips pressed against the crook of Maruzensky’s neck. Creek hummed while her fingers began to trace the length of her slit like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her other hand released the overstimulated nipple and gently kneaded her breast.
Maru whined softly as she felt Creek press her fingers into her wetness, before withdrawing to inspect the thick arousal that coated each digit.
“Goodness,” she murmured into her neck. “You're being such a good girl for me, Maru-chan. Look at you, getting so excited.”
Maruzensky whined in protest, though her hips pressed forward into Creek's returning hand. She ground helplessly into the circular patterns the Uma behind her drew on her clit, panting open-mouthed into the steaming bathroom air.
Maru’s hand that was holding onto Creek’s head splayed its fingers, threading into the silky auburn thickness. Creek giggled, nuzzling and kissing affectionately into her neck.
“Isn’t this just what you needed, Maru-Chan?” Her fingers sunk further between Maru’s legs, spreading her lips lewdly and teasing the entrance with the base of her middle digit.
Maruzen arched her back, gasping at the sensation. “Goddesses, yes! Creek, it feels so good… Thank you…”
Maru turned her head to kiss Creek, but the other Uma made a tutting sound that stopped her.
“What a greedy girl you are,” chided Creek with a loving smirk. “Just let me take care of everything, okay? All you have to do…” She closed her fingers against Maru’s heat, her inner knuckles making a gentle washboard texture as she began to stroke up and down, long and slow. Each slight bump of texture sent cresting waves of pleasure through her body. “Is just reeelaaax…”
Maru’s head fell back again, letting out her first unmistakable moan of ecstasy. “Creeeeek…” The words were shushed away by Creek’s soothing hum, her pace against Maru’s core as long and steady as her strides. Maru quickly felt her hips grinding harder and harder in response, the knot in her stomach winding tighter and tighter, before finally releasing in an explosive peak. Creek felt it coming, gripping her tight with one hand while rubbing lightly yet rapidly against Maru’s clit with the other.
Maruzensky wailed, her hips shaking as she came undone. The knot within her unwound all at once, and a great pressure in her abdomen squeezed down - letting loose a stream of liquid satisfaction from her core. The stool nearly fell over as she shook, reinforced by Creek’s grip on her upper body. She whispered directly into Maru’s ear, cooing her encouragement even as her torturous hand kept its rapid pace.
“Good girl… Good girl! Yes, that's it, let it all out for me. You're cumming so hard for me aren't you? Yes, you’re such a good girl, keep it going. I know it's so much, it's so so much, but you can take it. Yes, that's right. Gooood girl…”
Maruzensky’s mind spun and vision blurred as she fought to regain her breath. Her orgasm finally waned, then Creek’s hand came to rest inches from the throbbing cunt.
“Goddesses… That was… I needed that…” Maru’s voice cracked as she finally caught her breath. She turned to Creek, beaming a lazy smile. “Thanks.”
Creek, having pulled a few inches away, beamed back even brighter. “It's my pleasure, really.” She giggled. “You're so cute when you're feeling good.”
Maruzen blushed. Did this make them more than friends now? “You’re… Really good at that.”
Super Creek's cheeky grin remained as she tilted her head. “You say that as if we’re done, Maru-chan.”
Maruzensky’s eyes bugged, her core clenching reflexively. “W… What do you mean?”
Creek gave a smug hum.
“Mm… I brought dessert.”
After a sexually-charged hair drying session, the nude Creek and the nude Maruzen found themselves in the bedroom. Maru sat on the edge of the mattress as Creek tossed a black canvas bag onto the disheveled sheets. A roll of condoms spilled out of the mysterious depths, making Maru’s eyes immediately snap to Creek’s in a question. Creek blushed and opened her mouth to make an excuse, then closed it. She climbed onto the bed, flexing her back, tail, and rear as she reached over and flicked the questionable material away. She then turned her body to Maruzen, hair bundled over one shoulder, tail draping down her thighs to cover her modesty. The reclining posture reminded Maru of paintings of the Greek goddesses in the local museums. A curled finger beckoned her closer.
Maruzen tongue traced her lips as she crawled on all fours the few feet to her… Caretaker? For the evening. Her tail flicked in anticipation, ignoring when Creek reached into the bag for something. Maru reached a hand up and took the other Uma’s chin, correcting her direction and capturing her lips in a deep, lustful kiss. Creek made an adorable little noise of surprise, melting into the kiss in a way that gnawed at a feral part of Maruzen’s brain.
Their hands were upon each other, exploring each others’ supine forms in indulgent reverence. Maruzen’s supple muscle yielded under Creek’s hungry touch; she slid down Maru’s back and groped an ample handful of cheek. The Beast reveled in the attentions, arching her back while she in turn explored Creek’s peaks and valleys. Creek let out a muffled giggle that died into a moan between their lips, Maruzen’s indulgence had brought her to the swells of bosom capped by wide, deeply crimson areola. With a mischievous chuckle and a bit lip, Maru shimmied her body down to bring herself level with Creek’s chest. She took one of the stiff, glistening nipples between her lips, suckling gently at first. Her free hand slithered down the swell of Creek’s hip and sunk her fingers into the plump cheek of her rear.
The smile that bloomed on Creek’s features was evident in the drawn-out moan she released.
“Good girl, Maru-chan…”
The praise bludgeoned Maru’s gut like a brick. She needed more.
Creek panted heavily, shifting herself. Cupping Maruzensky’s head, she adjusted herself so that she knelt below Maru’s upper body, cradling her like a babe that still suckled at her teat. Creek looked down at her with absolute adoration in her eyes, smoothing the Beast’s bangs back to get a better view.
“Good girl, ah… Yes, just like that…”
Maruzensky’s eyes fluttered open to look up, just as Creek reached along the length of her body and pressed her palm into the audible wetness of Maruzen’s groin. Her eyes rolled back and closed again, a renewed hunger in her as she switched to Creek’s un-loved nipple. Creek’s fingers went to work, the mutual pleasure flaring the blood of both Umamusume.
Despite the carnality of the act, Maruzensky was… Relaxed. Unburdened. Unashamed. She loved playing the abiding little tease who would break under dominant pressure, but this was different. It was loving in a way making love not always was. It was selfless, and she finally understood those passing remarks made by Creek’s trainer about how generous she was.
Creek slid a finger inside her, smothering her line of thought in a silky blanket of pleasure. Creek gently let Maru’s head pull away from her breast, then lifted her up and took her lips in a kiss. Their lips joined and rejoined wetly, the finger inside Maru oddly smooth as it pumped inside her… Then it began to vibrate.
“Oh…! FUCK!” Maruzensky gasped and threw her head back, breaking the kiss just as Creek hugged her torso close. The device she had slid inside wasn't large, but it shook her insides like… Well, she had never experienced anything like this before. No thought was possible until Creek turned it off, letting Maruzen fall slack against her.
“Goodness, Maru-chan. Have you not used a vibrator before?” Her voice was concerned, but held a teasing edge.
After she caught her breath, Maru shook her head against Creek’s chest. “Mm-mm… Goddesses, that was so… Much.”
Creek shushed her and stroked her hair. “Well, I'm glad I brought a few, then… Will you be a good girl and try them out for me?”
Super Creek’s efforts to bring Maruzensky into the 21st century of self-care technology were most welcome. Vibrating toys of all shapes and sizes, interconnected orbs of increasing size, and bottles of lube lay scattered on the mattress. In the midst of them all, Creek lay nestled between Maruzen’s legs, pressing a small device that used gentle air suction mixed with vibration directly into the girl’s clit. Maru was absolutely lost. Her arms clawed at the bedsheets around her, hips bucked violently, the background murmur of Creek’s encouragement mingled with the insistent buzzing of the toy. The bundle of nerves beneath Maru’s hood was being ruined, and she could not get enough.
Maruzen had lost track of how many orgasms she had succumbed to. Another one was just swelling up within her when the delicious torture disappeared.
“Haah… Aah… Creeeeeek…!” Maru whined as she thrust her hips in a needy circle. “Why'd you… Oooh…”
Hot breath fell upon her throbbing core. Maruzen dared to open her eyes and look down. Super Creek’s face was visible from the nose up, her downturned eyes sparkling in the dim light. She winked. Then she dipped her head, ears perked, and pressed her lips to her charge’s special place.
Creek was gentle, starting with warm, wet kisses that trailed ponderously up and down her slit. Each time she crested the swollen and abused clit, her lips closed around the bud and simply rested. Her tongue lightly prodded the button, eliciting faint gasps from Maru, before she would drag her lips down to the base of her seam to start anew. Maruzensky panted raggedly and pulled at the bedsheets as her caretaker attended to her relentlessly.
“Good girl,” cooed Creek from down south.
Something snapped inside Maruzensky, her reaction to the praise entirely different this time. She was still filled with unshakable lust, but there was now a slight frustration, a need, a reciprocation unfulfilled. A small part of her was done with being coddled. She wanted to take.
Maruzensky sat up abruptly, panting, sweating, nearly glaring down at Creek. The other Uma looked up in surprise, her lips and chin covered in glistening girlcum.
“Oh, Maru, is everything okay?”
That tilt of the head again. Concern in the voice. A flash of imagination in Maruzensky’s mind pictured Creek on her back, face contorted in the mind-shattering pleasure she had just put Maru through. That greedy part of her grew larger as she reached down and cupped Super Creek’s chin, passing her thumb along her own cum that coated her lips. Creek involuntarily pressed a kiss into the thumb as it passed, her eyes fluttering in a deliciously submissive reaction.
Maruzensky grinned. “I think it’s time for you to feel good, Creeky.”
Creek’s ears folded and she flushed a terrible pink. “I, um, well, that’s not, I don’t… I’m here for you,” she stammered.
Oh, this is good. Adorable.
Maruzensky adjusted her grip on the blushing girl’s chin, tilting it this way and that. Admiring this new piece of meat. Maru’s breath quickened, her eyes hooded, and her abused pussy leaked fresh arousal onto the sheets.
Creek gulped, her downturned eyes now wide with prey’s fear.
I want to break you like you’ve broken me.
Maru tested her, pulling Creek closer until their lips were an inch apart. She rose to all fours with an obedience that drew a growl from Maru’s throat.
“Good girl.”
Adrenaline shot through Maruzen’s blood as she spoke the words. Super Creek shuddered, her blush deepening to a concerning shade of ruby. She wanted to say something, to protest, but only a whimper came out. Maru pressed her advantage, guiding her prey to the left. Creek couldn’t tear her eyes away from Maru as she sank onto her back. Maru gave another rewarding caress of her cheek before withdrawing her hand, sliding it down Creek’s throat and pressing it to her sternum.
Creek was a mess beneath her. Her hands, shaking, pressed into her own cheeks. Perhaps hiding, perhaps testing how heated they were. The motion brought her forearms inwards, pressing her generous breasts together in what must have been a practiced motion of flirtation but was now a bedroom reflex. Maruzen’s hand raked her nails down her sternum between the tight valley, and pressed into Creek’s stomach. Goddesses, it was soft. A thumb caressed its curves and the dip of her navel. Creek squirmed and whimpered, but Maru was too busy appreciating her. Her eyes flicked to the gate of Creek’s ample thighs, tightly pressed in aroused instinct. A well-groomed darkness covered the Stayer’s groin, glistening as Maru pressed a hand onto her lower abdomen. Creek muffled a shriek of sensation, her brows knitting together and eyes squeezing shut.
Oh?
Maruzensky’s predatory grin returned. She ever-so-slightly pressed again into Creek’s bladder, feeling every muscle in the body beneath her seize up in dangerous pleasure. Maru’s lips parted, and loomed over Creek.
“Open.”
Creek’s eyes snapped open, her expression shifting wildly between shock, arousal, indignance, and shame. Her plump thighs trembled as they opened. Maruzen gently slid her hand down, covering the soaked treasure before easily sliding her middle finger inside.
Creek squealed into her hands, her entire body convulsing as her charge pumped her finger easily inside her. Maruzen gently shushed her as she slid in another finger just as easily as the first, gripping the Uma’s groin with her palm to drink in her pleasure.
“It’s okay, Creeky,” she whispered. “Just let me take care of you now.”
She slid one hand behind Creek’s neck as she worked over her inner walls, fingers pumping in a deep, steady rhythm. Creek was terribly wet, juices spilled out around her digits and soaked into her already-damp sheets. Her hips pushed up into Maru’s hand with each thrust, her legs falling open wider as she gave in to the pleasure.
Maruzen kept up her strong pace with her hand, pulling her other from Creek’s neck to reach out for the black canvas bag. Fishing around in its depths, her hand settled on something long, smooth, and wiggly. Drawing it out, a delighted grin spread across her features.
Creek opened her blurry eyes amidst the unexpected reversal of their roles. Seeing what Maru was holding, she wasn’t sure whether to be excited or terrified. A neon-green double-sided shaft was turned side to side in Maru’s hand. Their eyes met. Maruzensky smirked.
“Would you be a good girl for me and try this out?”
Creek was on the edge of consciousness with how much blood had risen to her face and neck. She nodded.
It was Maruzensky’s turn to situate herself between Creek’s legs. She hefted the Uma-sized dildo in her hand, eyes flicking between its translucent, veiny features and Creek’s doe-eyed stare. She was touching herself, her manicured middle finger drawing easy circles in the darkness around her clit. The sick feeling of dominant satisfaction in Maruzensky was only equal to when she pulled these reversal stunts on Rudolf. Seeing someone so used to control having the rug pulled out from under them had become a drug she craved. Her cuties were different, of course, Chiyono O was always a trembling little kitten beneath Maru’s ministrations. Each scenario was an equally intense high.
Maru pressed a vibrating bead into her heat, the battery-connected string hanging out of her as she leaned in. After coating the head in lube, she slid it along the seam of Creek’s clenching cunt. Creek whimpered and spread her rose with her free hand, the other still working her clit. A dazed smile bloomed on Maru’s lips as she admired Creek’s core before inching the head of the tool inside her, watching it disappear. Creek’s back arched, a choked moan escaping as her walls adjusted.
Maru was careful to start slow, but as Creek’s hips started to demand more she acquiesced. Pushing more of the faux-cock inside Creek, Maru watched the Uma’s eyes roll back as her dignity melted away. A semblance of normal color returned to her cheeks as Creek fucked her hips into the intrusion, Maru’s grip gently angling and adjusting it in time with her thrusts.
“Ohhhh, Maru… zen… Sho gooood…” Creek’s voice came in broken, husky moans. Maruzensky attended to her own needs with her free hand, the background buzzing of the bead driving her quickly to the edge of her own climax. She took hold of the string and pulled it out in one motion, nearly cumming on the spot with a strangled groan. She slowed her pace on the dildo inside Creek, now slathering the other end of it in lube. Creek lifted her head and looked down, recognized what she was doing, and snapped her eyes to Maru’s. There was a vulnerability there that had been locked away all day. A hesitation. Maruzen leaned in, stilling her hand with the dildo. Her voice was gentler this time.
“Is this okay?”
Creek blushed and nodded. “Y-yes… It’s just very… Intimate.”
Maru’s face tingled. “I guess it is… But I want to thank you properly.” She reached down and cupped a slick hand to the other Uma’s slick cheek. “... Mommy Creek.”
“...”
“...”
The room was very still. The only sound was the ragged breathing of both Umamusume.
Maru’s face was bright red.
Creek’s expression had changed several times, but finally landed on an unreadable yet unmistakably horny hooding of her eyes.
“Fuck me.”
Maru’s breath caught in her throat. Her blood was cold, goosebumps prickled at her entire body.
“Fuck me,” Creek repeated. “Be a good girl, won’t you?”
Maruzensky let out a shuddering breath, and nodded. Creek drew her legs up on either side, presenting herself in a manner that made Maru question later why she wasn’t a mother yet. The neon-green dildo’s other end stuck absurdly out from her core. Maru grasped the head, drawing herself up as she bent the tool up into shape. Her thighs snuggled against the back of Creek’s rear, the tip that would connect them both teasing at her entrance.
Maruzen lowered herself, pulling the faux-member inside her and uniting them both.
Both girls let out extended moans as she sank down. When their eyes fluttered open and met, Creek exhaled a purr of satisfaction.
“Say it. Say you’re my good girl.”
Maru shuddered at the words as her insides adjusted to the thickness. She thought she could feel Creek’s heartbeat through the dildo.
“I-I’m… Your good girl.”
A terrifyingly proud look sparkled in Creek’s eyes. She removed her hands from her legs, and reached out for a hug. Maru couldn’t tell if she was about to cry or climax. She lowered herself into Creek’s embrace, the matronly Uma stroking her hair as she clutched Maru to her breast. All semblance of dominance had left her. Back to being putty in her hands.
“Do your best, Maru-chan.~”
Maruzensky was plowing into Creek before she could understand what was happening. The dildo haphazardly connected them in a way that pressed against both their wombs with each thrust. A wet slapping filled the air as their groins met, thighs shaking, chests heaving, ears folding, tails thrashing. Creek was stroking and scratching at Maru’s scalp as she pumped, melting away any inkling of a hesitation to hold anything back.
“Maru-chan, I want to hear it again.”
Maru, panting and thrusting, couldn’t lift her head from the pillowy bosom.
“H-huh?”
“Call me that special name again.” Her hand was gripping Maru’s scalp now. “I want to hear it from your lips while we feel good together.”
Maruzensky took several breaths to respond, willing the words to come back. The image of her face when she said it the first time was inescapable in her mind.
“... M-Mommy Creek… Am I doing it r-right?”
“YES!” Creek’s guttural shout made her flinch in surprise. But that affirmation drove her faster.
Creek became unstoppable. Her hips thrust with equal power against the dual-dildo, the blunt heads within each of them scrambling their insides. “Fuck me, my good girl. That’s it. Fuck your Mommy just like that. You’re doing so good, so well. Give me everything. Oh, FUCK! You feel so fucking good, Maru-chan. Such a good girl for your Mommy.”
The world was a blur. There was only the internal, animal instinct within Maruzensky to keep thrusting her hips, to keep earning more of that delicious praise. To be the Demon Queen’s good girl. She shifted her head on Creek’s chest and arrested a peak, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible. Creek’s back arched them both off the bed, the sweat-stricken sheets clinging to her spine.
It was coming; Maru could feel the coil within her winding tighter than it had all day, and sensed mounting pulsations through the silicon of their binding.
“Cum for me,” Creek’s demanding voice growled. “Be a good girl and cum with me.”
Maruzensky couldn’t manage a reply, though her whimpering increased in pitch as she rutted into the prone Uma with increasing force. Just as she neared her peak, she pressed her hips down hard, grinding and smearing their buds together in a way that drove them screaming over the edge.
Super Creek grabbed Maruzen’s face from her breast, their lips crashing into one another as they erupted. The force that the poor dildo endured as their walls constricted it could have crushed planets. They moaned wantonly into each other’s mouths, tongues desperate to knot together. Shuddering, jerky thrusts marked the end of their minutes-long climax, then they fell in a limp heap.
The two Umamausume lay there, catching their breath. Creek recovered before Maru did, and angled her lower body to withdraw the toy. It flopped out of them both to the bed, dripping in thick blissful slime. After their groaning subsided, Creek drew her good girl up into her embrace, squeezing and caressing.
“That was…” Creek began, then giggled. “Mm, well, that was fun.”
Maru wrapped herself around the voluptuous girl. “I can’t… Believe… That happened.” She laughed in embarrassment, nuzzling into Creek’s forehead. “Sorry. That got way out of hand.”
Creek smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “It’s okay. I think I needed that too. Thank you.”
Maru grinned and kissed into her neck. “You were pretty scary there at the end. I didn’t know your Demon Queen reputation extended to the bedroom.”
Creek’s throat grew hot beneath her lips. “Goodness, was I? I’m sorry, I don’t want to scare you.”
“It’s okay. I’d like to see it again sometime.” Maru sunk her teeth into the heated flesh, making Creek squeak in protest.
“Maruzensky! No marks!” Creek’s chastising whine was weak, but the edge it carried sent a thrill down Maru’s spine.
“Call me a bad girl, then.”
Creek’s grip on her back tightened as her fists balled in embarrassment. “... You’ve been a bad girl, Maru-chan.”
“Ooohoho…” Maru shivered and licked the red mark she had made. “I like that.” She looked up at Creek with a wry grin. “How about I be your bad girl next, hm?”
Creek’s embarrassed pout fell into a wry smile. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl and help me clean up.”
Maruzensky’s grin widened as they disentangled themselves. “I guess I can do that.”