Monday, September 10th, 2001

Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture

Ukyō-Ku, Kyoto Ward

“I guess a part of me doesn’t exactly understand why you practice so much when you’re done with track racing.”

A soft puff of air blew hair from the brilliant eyes woman’s face, reaching up to pull her hair back. “How many times do I have to call it healthy before you stop asking?” 

A soft sheen of sweat had gathered on Nase’s exposed neck, rubbing hand across it in thought. “As much as I need to understand you taking me on a goose chase to find some kind of uplifting meaning out here.”

Super Creek paused atop a downed tree’s log, leaned over the upturned roots, and crossed her arms. “Can’t you just accept going places with me?”

“The main reason I’m out here is because I trained you.” Nase responded with a stretch of her back, creeping over the log beside her. “G1 Racing career over or not, I like keeping an eye on you.”

“Who says it’s over?” 

“You did, goofball!” Nase laughed as she jumped down beside her; the taller woman was dressed relatively nicely for a hike, between a pair of Khaki shorts, a flowery, low cut top, and a wide brimmed sunhat with a band of blue fabric around it. “You said you needed a break, and to start helping other Umas!”

“I was in ten races back to back. Laminitis needed treatment.” Creek’s ever-trilling voice was more beautiful than the distant songbirds- yet softer than some of the cicadas that still sung. “Just because I’m a little older doesn’t mean I can’t compete anymore.”

“Maybe. But you were the one who said you were getting tired.” “You try doing that much without having a social life.” Creek shrugged, hurrying up beside her.

No matter the hard time she gave her, of all the Umas she had worked with, Super Creek was the closest to a best friend Fumino had. Years of work together, and a period traveling abroad training her had tempered them into a relationship like steel.

But no matter how close they were, Nase never had the nerve to speak up with her about what she really felt when they were together. A small part of her, the one who didn’t want to address it all, always told her that she knew. 

It was the rest of her that said Nase wasn’t her type.

The sudden excursion had come in the middle of a training and touring stint; helping Super Creek work on her documentary about Umamusume Racing Culture in Japan had been nothing short of exhilarating, especially the work abroad with other Umas who wanted their voices heard. 

The only hiccup in the traveling had been a spat between Fumino and Obey Your Master when interviewing Michelle My Baby: the pair had a small quarrel, especially when Obey had hit on Super Creek.

“Haven’t you hiked this trail before?”

“Never with you here.” Creek smiled joyously, and held her hands behind her back for her to see. “Besides. There’s something I wanted to show you… one of my favorite spots.”

A dirty thought entered Nase’s mind that she quickly buried, finding Super Creek reaching back to take her hand. A blush firmly settled on her face, and Nase fought to keep from smiling too hard. “How much further is this spot?”

“I’d say about four kilometers.”

Nase glanced down to her shoes- an inadequate pair of sandals for the day out, combined with her shorts, and her t-shirt. “If I’d known it was going to be this far, I’d have just grabbed my jogging shoes. I’m going to have so many blisters…”

“I mean.” Creek paused, and slowed her pace. “If you’re worried about it, I can always carry you there.”

Nase couldn’t stop her blush this time, and coughed awkwardly into the side of her hand, feigning to wipe her forehead. “I mean… t-that’s kind of you to offer, Super, but, I don’t want to strain you when you’re out of practice.”

“Nase…” Creek’s voice crept up on her nerves, causing her to gently bite the inside of her lip. “You know I like helping out. And I still jog for distance every week. I can get us there so much faster, and save on your feet!”

“You’re sure it’s ok?” Fumino pulled her shirt down, and softly gripped the leather cord of her necklace: the keepsake shark tooth was a gift from Super Creek, after all.

“Of course it is. Now come here.”

Before she could even protest, she found herself suddenly taken from her feet, and swung up into the Uma’s stronger grip. 

A soft squeal escaped Fumino’s lips, looking up into her eyes- there was something almost gleeful to pick her up so easily, something that made her skin crawl in a way she weirdly enjoyed. “S-S-Super?!”

Fumino’s cry fell on deaf ears as she picked up the pace, leaning back slightly as she carried her forward. The jog arrived at a near sprint for a human, and she clenched tight in mild fear. 

Clutched to her neck, tooth necklace bouncing in rhythm, Nase shut her eyes tight, and pulled her jaw firm.

Only then did a strange sensation overcome her mind.

Peace.

The wind rushed around her, her heart pounded, and she could hear the rhythmic footsteps of her dear friend below them. Super Creek’s arms were like support beams, and, cracking her eyes open, she found no amusement of her fear on her face. Instead, the Uma’s eyes were faced forward, a prideful look in her eyes, carrying them at high speeds down the woodland trail.

The fear began to melt away, and her heart rate began to slow, replaced by the gentle jostling of skin on skin, and more crudely, the gentle press of Super Creek’s breast to her side which shook with each heavier landing.

“You know,” the voice came from above her, and Nase flinched. “You know you’re almost as light as a baby compared to other stuff I can carry while running?!”

Her happy giggles managed to, thankfully, drown out the noises of choking embarrassment Fumino made into her side… but all the same, she found herself returning to that same peace in her arms.

“Am I?”

“You are.”

To herself, and under the whipping wind as she was carried along, Nase whispered to herself. “I wish you could hold me forever…”

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A droplet of sweat fell to Nase’s neck as she was carried, bursting into a thinner treeline. The path Super Creek had taken her on was not one she was familiar with by any means, and the sandy trails had given away to light grass and clay earth under them.

Before them lay, of all things, a slow running crick that ran to their south oh so slowly.

Super Creek’s heavy panting made her look up, and Nase flushed: Creek’s cheeks were a fine red shade, eyes staring lazily across the shallow stream. 

“Well…” she let out a small noise of discomfort, standing up straighter, and slipped her arm out from under Nase’s legs. “This is the place I wanted to show you.”

Suddenly going vertical, She made a noise of surprise at the world growing so even. The birds were chirping happily, the sun was shining bright through the green leaves, and the entire forest was an array of soft colors and noises. 

“What… is this place?”

Fumino asked in a breath, spinning around slowly- to find Super Creek letting her hair down to her shoulders. Sweat had lightly soaked through about her chest, and Nase found herself glancing at the small freckle low on her sternum, deep within her bosom.

“I discovered it a while back, honestly.” Creek slipped her hands to the edge of her shirt, playing with the fabric, and donning her hat once more. “Do you remember the Race with Tamamo and Oguri, and that weirdo from America, Obey Your Master?”

Fumino nodded, glancing down at the muddy bank. “Of course I do. You… took off after the race.”

“I needed some time to think, and I still wanted to run more.” Creek admitted, looking at her feet in a coy way. “I don’t like getting frustrated in front of others, win or lose, and certainly not in front of you. So, I came out here that day.”

“You know,” Nase stepped along the muddy stones, glancing up at her Uma. “You don’t have to hide emotions when dealing with me. Did the race get to you that badly?

“Not… dealing. Just…” Creek appeared lost for a moment, gripping the hem of her shirt, and her hat shifted at the slight flicking of her ears beneath. “Have you ever foolishly desired something more than you deserved?”

Nase turned her eyes away. “Yeah… I have.”

“I wasn’t my best then.” Super Creek said with a sad smile, beginning to walk along the creek, downstream. “I think I realized that, even with everything I worked on, everyone I met and strove to rush past, there was something missing.”

She stooped down and gathered a smattering of sandy clay between her index, thumb and middle fingers, only then flicking the silty substance into the deepening waters. “But, I found it while I was out here.”

“What… was it?” Nase’s voice felt raw in her throat, biting into her left cheek as she spoke. 

Super Creek shrugged, giving her a cryptic smile. “Something I already had, dear.”

“But… what?” There was a hint of desperation to her voice she couldn’t escape, reaching forward to touch her arm. 

Super Creek was faster than her though, stepping over a small stone, and bounding forward. Her smile had morphed to one more teasing. “I’ll tell you later… besides. I want you to see the waterfall.”

“Waterfall?” Her heart pounded faster.

Super Creek laughed, and picked up her pace deeper into the woods, following it upstream.

Fumino fought to keep pace with her.

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It was past midday when they arrived at the so named Waterfall: in truth, it was closer in height to a series of smaller rapids, pouring over into a small pool deeper in the woods.

Fumino took a heavy breath in- both at the natural beauty, and caught her breath after nearly slipping on a series of rocks on the way down. Heart still beating like a drum, she found the ever pleasant giggles of her companion just ahead, and looked into her eyes.

There was something else in them, no longer just a friendly teasing: it was something far deeper, and much more potent. It shocked her, the current running up her spine as she postured herself. “You try climbing rocks in these things!”

“Oh hush, just… look.” Super Creek turned around, arms opening wide. Sunlight brushed off the sheen of sweat that wetted her skin, and she creeped closer, spying the slight spray of the rushing water in the air. 

Even despite the sweat of exertion, the tender, alluring scent of her companions' shampoo could still be detected in the breeze.  

Fumino found herself on a taller rock beside her, staring into the deep green pool of water that foamed and frothed as it lost momentum. The noise drowned out the chirping insects, the deep calling birds of the wood, and the far off sounds of the wind, only left with the water, her heartbeat, and the gentle breathing between them.

Her eyes turned to Super Creek’s face, and paused- she was looking over at her. Super Creek gave her a smile the second she noticed, and reached over toward her. “Nase?”

“Hm?” She looked down at the extended hand, her throat tightening.

“…close your eyes, please?”

“Why…?”

“Just…” Super Creek took a breath in, looking to her hand. “Please?”

Looking out over the water, she felt her heart quicken and her mouth run dry, before  nodding and shifting her footing. Her eyes slid closed, the gentle brown of the light hitting her eyelids fetching her mind to run wild with thoughts.

Then she touched her. Super Creek’s soft hands touched at her wrist, gently coaxing it away from her body in a way that made her jump. She nearly opened her eyes, only for Super Creek to lock fingers with her, and let her hand fall between them, at their sides.

“You’ve worked so hard to assist me.” She began, a smile in her voice. “So… just relax for a moment… And take it in. This place is special to me… and I want it to be special to you too.”

With a deeper, more sure breath in, Fumino finally took it all in, and squeezed her hand back. The gentle cut of the cool air over the sweat brought a chilling feeling to her skin, and, as she held Super Creek’s hand, she felt her own heartbeat slowing.

*Thump. Thump. Ba-Thump. Ba Thump. Ba, Thump. Ba Thump. Ba, Thump.*

Letting her scrunched face fully relax, she began to hear the soft breathing of her companion beside her, and a pleasant sigh escaped her lips about then. Her eyes cracked open, finding her gaze met by that pair of beautiful, deep blue eyes that stared back. 

About when her heart began to race again, Super Creek broke eye contact, and turned to step from the rocks, releasing her grip on Fumino’s hand. 

Stuck for a minute in a stupor, all she could manage was a small cough, before proudly trying to speak up. “This place is absolutely lovely, Super Creek… you want to hang out here for a while?”

She looked back over her shoulder to her, and spread that pleasant smile again- only now tinged by a flushed red. “Well, I had a little more than hanging out in mind.”

Before she could react, Fumino watched in a mix of shock, concern, and lust as she watched her grip the edge of her shirt, and begin to lift it up and off. 

To both her mild dismay, and, increasing comfort, the clips and straps of a bikini top came into view, and Fumino found her nerve.

“What are you doing?”

“Going for a swim.” She turned around, folding her arms under her chest. “It’s warm out. Don’t you think, Nase?”

“I… I suppose it is?” She stammered, and took a quick glance over her form, praying not to linger too long… but she did. Between her more curvaceous chest, and her teasing smile, Fumino felt her stomach flip-flop in consideration.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Fumino finally pulled her eyes to her face squarely, her own blush showing through a  rosy hue. “I… I don’t have one with me.” Neglecting to mention her own crass thoughts, she puffed up her chest. “Besides. Is it safe to swim here…?”

“Well, I hope so, considering I’ve done it before.” Super creek stepped back across to her, and frowned. “I suppose any bra, big or little, would be uncomfortably soggy on the walk home.”

“Hey!” Fumino pouted. “Some of us aren’t as gifted nor cursed as others, Creek.”

A devious look brewed on her face, causing her to hesitate- only for that same mischievous flare to show again, betraying her ever kindly disposition. “Well. We’re both women, aren’t we?”

Feeling to be struck with a sack of bricks, She watched as Super Creek tucked up her arms behind her back, and bent forward, grasping at the clips of her bra. “Oh god.” Fumino spoke aloud, and coughed violently in response. Her eyes wandered aggressively towards the canopy above them, and placed a hand over her Lower face to try and cover the now burning blush that consumed her features.

Yet, by the time she could stomach looking down, two things became apparent. The first, was just how cold the water pooled was- a frigid sixty or so degrees at least. 

The other was that the sum of clothing laid on the rock below her was more than just a bra: including the pair of colored swimwear bottoms that matched the discarded top. 

Turning her eyes towards the bitter waters, she found nothing for a moment, save a vague shape under the deep green- before two ears, and a wet mop of hair breached the surface, floating and drifting around her. The ears tucked low for a moment, before flitting back and forth, throwing water droplets away.

“Come on in Nase!” The voice cried below, and Fumino shook her head.

“Is it even sanitary? Plus it’s freezing!”

“Come onnnn… please?” Super Creek begged, gesturing around. “It’s just me and you out here!” Super Creek inched to the shore, her hands cresting the rocks and the silty bank as she let her legs float up behind her- Fumino only peaked.

“I…” her voice failed her, only for Super Creek to flatten her ears, and stare deep into her eyes.

A twinge could be felt in her chest, and she let out a deeper huff, grinding her sandal atop the rock she was perched upon.

“I came out here because I wanted some time alone with you, Fumino.” Super Creek sighed, and listed to the left side of her body. “Not because it was sanitary, or because it was safe… I wanted something to go and do with just me and you for a bit. Just you.”

And her resolve cracked.

“Ok… ok. Ok, I’ll come in. Just…” Fumino turned away, and reached down to the edge of her shirt, beginning to lift. “Don’t look?”

“I promise.”

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Crashing into the water, Fumino almost immediately regretted it, the shock of the cold running through her system, and feeling the cold water around her nearly made her suck in the deep green. 

Goosebumps trailed along her skin and arms, her nipples growing hard, and every hair on her body standing up as she struggled back to the surface. Gasping up, a warm hand touched her by the bicep, and helped surface her easier. Gasping, she found the gentle laughter, as well as the teasing eyes, of her trainee and friend.

“I didn’t expect you to just dive in!” Creek chittered, hauling her up in the silt. “Are you ok?”

Shivering and shaking, Fumino shook her head, and folded her arms under her chest. “I… I am! I am! Holy shit that’s cold!” “Just a little bit.” She snickered, and let her grip fall from her arm, staring down at her. “But it’s refreshing compared to how warm it is out.”

“Still…” Fumino complained, tucking her arms down to her sides and throwing her hair back. Becoming painfully aware of the proximity to her Trainee, she began to float sideways, only for a hand to stop her, gently gripping a strand of pink hair that stuck to her forehead and flipping it back.

“Don’t you enjoy this?” Super Creek asked with a worrisome frown.

“What…?” Fumino bit her tongue. “The water?”

“No, dummy.” Super Creek sank up to her neck in the water, sliding deeper into the cold. “The day so far…” Something seemed to be eating at Super Creek, who looked down to her own face in the water’s hued surface.

“N-no!” Nase spoke up, only to correct herself. “I-I mean yes, Super, just it’s… we.. um…”

“What?” She turned to her slowly.

“I’ve… I’ve told you before that I’m… into women as well as men, Yes…?” Super Creek gave her a small nod, her eyes wandering away from her face. “Yes… a long time ago.”

“Well uh… um.” Fumino glanced down to her own chest. “I’ve… neglected to tell you since then I haven’t really felt much for men… a-and u uh…”

‘Shit.’ Fumino thought dreadfully, panic creeping into her mind. ‘Am I really doing this?’

Daggers slid into each ventricle, choking the life out of her and threatening to stop her breathing too, her cold arms pulled so tight against her she could barely move.

Peeking back up, instead of worry or disgust on her face, hopeful intrigue was blooming on Super Creek’s face, nodding for her to continue. ‘Fuck…’ she tossed her head back, looking skyward and clearing her throat. ‘Fucking… fuck it! Damnit.’

“Well… you’re… I‘ve found you very… attractive… and pleasant to be around.”

Fumino set her jaw in silence, gently pressing her teeth together, and felt the muscles in her neck strain as her hands balled to fists at her side, the icy water around them running downstream.

As her heart sped up to the tempo of a jackhammer, she felt the water beside her slosh, and heard it running off Super Creek as she approached her, her gentle shadow falling over her.

“I just… I just didn’t want to talk about it with you racing!” She exclaimed, grinding her heel into the smooth stones and soft silt below them. “I didn’t want to distract you or trouble you, and god, what the fuck would the press say then?”

She snapped her gaze over to her face, scrunched in self frustration. “I couldn’t ruin your career just because I felt-“

“You wouldn’t be ruining anything.”

A gentle hand set itself against Fumino’s cheek, dripping with cold water, and she felt her entire body tense up, staring up at Super Creek. Glancing up past her breasts, and into her deep look, she found that longing she had always felt deep inside, now broiling in the blue of her Trainee’s eyes.

“I… haven’t cared what the press has said for a while, Nase…” her voice ran like the creek around them. “And to be honest…?”

She leaned down towards her, her hand slipping down to Fumino’s arm. “I’ve been distracted with you the entire time I’ve known you, Fumino.”

Their faces were inches apart, and even despite the cold, Super Creek’s touch felt burning comparatively, something deep in the pits of her stomach yearning for more of her touch.

“All… all the times you lost?” She whispered in return, only for Super Creek to move closer.

There, in the cold stream, in that lonely creek, Super Creek lit Fumino Nase on fire.

She’d bit her tongue for years, and held so many statements and advances back. She’d postured and prostrated herself before outlets and other racers and trainers, she’d done everything she could to not let who she was inside come in the way of her star student and dear friend’s career of racing.

And now, she was in a lonely creek with her, being kissed against the rocky shore, naked.

‘Together.’

It was a gentle pressure, her lips against her own. And yet, staring up in shock at Super Creek, whose eyes slid closed, it clicked.

Just how right it felt to touch her the way she did now.

Fumino tilted her head, and deepened the kiss, bringing her arms up to Super Creek’s shoulders, and braced against her. Slick skin rubbed on slick skin, and her arms crept down around her, moving to hold her tight in that kiss.

It was all she had ever wanted…

And she found herself wanting so, so much more.

Her lips left Super Creek’s and took on a shallow breath, gently placing her teeth down against her collarbone; Super Creek made a small noise, while Fumino’s hands slipped to grasp her hips.

Buried in her neck, she felt herself carelessly nibbling, and brought up her knee under the water to rest against Super Creek’s inner thighs. Even with what was washed away by the stream, the scent of her shampoo and the heat of her body was the most caustic drug she could imagine at the moment.

‘I need her. All of her.’

A whimper escaped Super Creek’s mouth, and she glanced up to see her let her head lull back, her nails on Fumino’s back digging in. ‘She seems to be enjoying it…’ she thought to herself- one of her last fully coherent thoughts. 

Her left hand slipped away from her hips, and towards her crotch. A sharp inhale could be felt, with Super Creek’s chest resting above her own, and a hand came to her shoulder.

Fumino stopped her advance around four inches above her slit, and paused to look up again her in worry. “What…? Is everything ok?”

It was Super Creek now who bore the darkest red face. “I… think so.” She glanced away with a frown. “I just didn’t expect you to… go right for it here in the water…”

Fumino’s eyes widened, before quickly taking her hand away, and wading more into land. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I got caught up in all of it and-“

“No, no-“ Creek puffed in embarrassment. “I’m fine. I’m fine, Nase. Just…. It was going to get cold on us in there…”

“Oh. I’m… sorry.” Stood exposed on the shore before her, Fumino adjusted her footing slightly, before turning away red cheeked. “I… messed that up, didn’t I?”

“You did nothing wrong.” Creek laid a hand on her bicep, and leaned over on her. “I… I’ve always known from how you looked at me, Nase. And… I didn’t know how to approach it. What with people calling you Prince in the news, or the nights you went to bars here and there for sporting events, I didn’t want to push you either… I guess I didn’t know how badly you seemed to want me too.”

Nodding and glancing off to the trees, she brought her hand up to where Super Creek’s rested, before slipping it into her own, and turning back to her. “I… I’m mainly sorry I didn’t even ask. I mean… Do you…? Want to-?”

“Yes.” Super Creek said with a haughty smile, placing her free hand on Fumino’s left breast. Her thumb trailed gently over her cold, hard nipple, and she almost leered at her form, before meeting her eyes. “That is… if you’ll take me, my prince?~”

Fumino nodded eagerly, and pressed forward into her with a kiss. Her hand forced away her lover’s from her breast, and cupped what of Super Creek’s larger breasts in her own, pushing her back deeper into the water.

Surprised, happy noises came from Super Creek, all the encouragement Fumino needed.

By the time she pulled away from her lips again, Fumino was on her back in the silt, her hair floating beside her as she laid back in the water. Super Creek was positioned over her, hands to the side of her chest, and Fumino stared up in an avarice she planned to whet. Super Creek, similarly, had a desperate look in her features that dragged out a small, throaty murmur from Fumino as she reached up.

There, for Super Creek to see, Fumino sat up, and placed her index and middle fingers against her lips. With a nudge of pressure, Super Creek’s mouth opened, and Fumino pushed her two fingers into her mouth.

Pushing them gently into her throat, her eyes widened for a moment, and Fumino reached down with her other hand, grabbing her by the hip. Once thoroughly slick, she extracted them, a dribble of spit falling to Fumino’s breast, before bringing it down to her soaking entrance.

The warmth, compared to the water below her, was almost stinging, and she smirked at the face Super Creek made, slipping her fingers in deeper.

“Shit…” the soft mumble came, and Fumino nodded to her, slapping her ass with her free hand. “Feeling ok…?”

“Mhm…” she breathed, Fumino’s fingers slipping deeper into the alluring warmth. A quiver ran through Super Creek, and Fumino’s free hand trailed up her side to her ribs, cupping below her breast, and squeezing as soft as she could.

One of Super Creek’s hands changed positions quickly, grabbing onto the shoulder of the arm that held her breast, and pushed Fumino down against the creek’s bed. Her face hung inches from her, and she paused only a moment, before sliding her fingers full length all the way in. 

Squirming, Super Creek made a few noises of discomfort that Nase hushed. “Shhh… I only just started, Creek…~”

“Nase…” she panted out. “Should we even-“

“I think we should.” She slid her fingers out, before gently pumping back into her, causing her to shake in the arms, pushing Fumino down harder. “I was distracting you, wasn’t I…? How about clearing the air?”

“Mmf… please?” The gentle complaint from Super Creek, and those pleading crystal eyes pulled her in even deeper, beginning to gently pump her hand against her.

“Good girl…” Fumino whispered, causing her to gasp.

The twinges of pleasure ran through her mind like licking a car battery- but comparatively, each pump of her fingers caused the Uma above her to shudder in delight- a delight she relished to manifest.

So, she continued softly, leaning up towards her as best she could. “You know how tight you are, Super?~” A panting moan escaped her lips, frowning out every other noise for a moment.

 “I- Ah…~ fuck… I am…?”

“Mhm…” Fumino mumbled: she wasn’t the most experienced herself, but she knew more than enough, and had one instance from a trip abroad to Germany as proof of concept. The night with the older woman had come back to her, and she muttered the same phrase she had heard whispered into her ears like honey. “Tight as a virgin…”

Another moan slipped from Super Creek, her wet hair softly brushing against Fumino’s cheek. “Gah… I’d hope… I am… was one, fuck-“

Her walls tightened around her fingers, and Fumino blushed, as her arms gave way. In a moment of shock, she found herself nearly submerged in the water, her ears pushed under by the sudden slipping of Super Creek atop her.

Breasts and hair and eyes crashed down atop her, the pair becoming a small tangle of limbs and angles, struggling to right themselves. In the flailing awkwardness, Super Creek rolled from atop her, quickly moving close beside her to check. She had mud in her hair, dirt on her breasts, and her face was burning hot. “Nase? Fumino? You ok?”

Fumino was almost sure a pebble was pressed into the back of her skull, barely preventing her mushed brain from spilling out, staring at the crusted beauty before her.

Without an answer, she threw a leg over her, and pushed forward against her, climbing atop to kiss her on the shallow banks. A flailing hand came up to Fumino’s shoulder, only to be intercepted by her own, and pushed down against the beach.

A mild bit of regret came from sitting atop her, her own unkempt nether regions a touch messier than Super Creek’s well kept own, yet grinded against her all the more desperately despite the difference. 

Super Creek’s desperate, worried eyes for her, oh-so caring and sweet, melted into the same ecstasy and happiness of the slobbery kiss Fumino was bound in now, her free hand pinning down Super creek’s other arm. Fingers locked, and closing her eyes, Fumino let it all out finally, a jarring, deep groan of pleasure from the control she felt in the moment.

The cold water was gone now, and so was the dirty beach, and the trees and the wind that summer breeze chilled their damp bodies. Gone were the races and press, and the organizations and traveling. Gone was the hiding, and the secrecy, and the abstinence.

Now, god willing, she’d cut loose for the woman she’d loved so long and had stayed silent to.

The kiss finally broke, and sat atop her stomach and chest, she stared into the wild, happy and confused eyes of her apparent lover, both of their hands still locked in stitches of fingers.

Fumino’s own slick entrance rubbed gently against Super Creek’s abdomen, and she made a small groan, sitting back.  “Where…” the soft, almost timid voice of her trainee came. “Where did that come from…?”

Racked by anxieties, she turned her face away, and coughed. “I… I got a bit carried away when I got the chance… was it too much?”

“It… scared me a bit…” her heart sank lower, only to freeze. “But… I didn’t hate it.” The giggle escaped Super Creek in a way that warmed her insides. “I just didn’t expect my first time to be in a creek you know…? It’s almost funny.”

Staring into the whimsical, joyful face, Fumino gave her a bewildered look, before a chuckle escaped her. The laugh blossomed into a full, hearty chortle, and soon, all she could think about was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all-

She couldn’t stop for the longest time, laughing in harmony with Super Creek. 

“You really should show this side of you more often…” Super Creek’s left hand escaped her grip on her, coming up to rest on Fumino’s pelvic region, trailing downward. “I’ve wanted to know for a long time… so, so long.”

A blush spread deep, and Fumino shook her head. “I guess you’re right… about that, and the creek… I mean. Are you feeling ok?”

“Well…” Super Creek turned her head sideways. “I’m muddy… I have sand in my ass, mud in my hair, I have no idea what the heck you just did to me there, and I think I have some algae on my boob…”

Trailing down to see the spot of the green gracing her breast, Fumino nodded. “I suppose we could try and do this somewhere a bit more comfy than a river bank… right?”

“I mean we don’t have to.” Super Creek shuddered. “Just… a bit cold.”

Instantly, Fumino climbed off her, still holding her hand, and sat her up. “Nonsense… how about, we wash off here, and we do something tonight?” She offered, her flushed face holding proud.

“Tonight?” Super Creek gave her a puzzled look. “But… will you still want to?”

“I’ve wanted to so fucking long.” Fumino admitted, wriggling her toes in the mud. “I’m sure I can wait a few more hours for us to enjoy this, and get back, eat something, and then get to it… if you are.”

“Of course I am.” Super Creek smiled, stepping down towards the water to wash herself further. “You think you’ll make it… my prince?~”

“Of course I will, dear.” Fumino promised, following her in while her heart surged. “I promise.”

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Fumino was wrong. She couldn’t wait any longer.

By the time they dried off and had made it back to the car, she was already soaking through her underwear, and even across the small parking lot with sparse guests this late in the day, Super Creek was leaning on her more and more, her ears drooped to her head and biting her lip.

Luckily, it seemed her partner had a similarly burning flame somewhere inside to fuel. 

So, tucking her car in behind the thankfully recently emptied dumpster for the park, and, stopping to grab something out of the back seat of Fumino’s personal vehicle, she and Super Creek confronted their feelings again, right there and then.

That was how Super Creek ended up on her knees in the back seat of the old car, face buried against Fumino’s entrance, and the passenger seat the sat beside folded up for her.

Waves of pleasure slipped through her heart and chest as the Uma tongued her form in ways she hadn’t felt even in her prior experience, and deep euphoria coursing through her.

“Fuck.” She grunted happily, and bucked her hips forward slightly, leaning back against the cloth seats. Super Creek made a noise as she gripped her scalp and cupped her ear, shuddering happily below her. “Enjoying yourself?~” she whispered down to her, eyes lighting up gently in response to her voice.

Super Creek made a noise halfway between a moan and a word, her right hand seen gently pumping down at her crotch as she was held into the submissive position.

Her knees tensed as she tried to speak again, and Fumino relented, finally letting her face come far enough away to speak.

Drool ran down the sides of her mouth, and pooled to a larger gathering at her chin, glistening with fluid residue. “Mngah…” she moaned out, nodding her head. “I do… am I doing it right, my prince?”

The gentle name made her grip her hair tighter, and nodded happily. “God are you… yes.” A moan slipped out from Super Creek, throaty and happy in response to the approval, and before Fumino could stop her, she planted her face back to her entrance, helping herself.

Fumino’s head hung in the air as she returned to it, gently drifting to Super Creek’s shoulder to attempt to guide her- only then did Super Creek’s arms move up. 

They slipped around Fumino’s back, and, surprising her dearly, she found her hips pulled out from under her.

Fumino looked down as Super Creek, who stared back up at her, defiance in her eyes. Her tongue rode in deeper, causing Fumino to arch her back involuntarily, and let out a much higher pitched moan than she had before. A soft giggle came from below as she continued, and Fumino’s arms went out to her sides, steadying herself as Super Creek continued with a renewed vigor she couldn’t have expected.

Her elbows pushed apart Fumino’s legs, another suffered moan slipping from between her lips. She finally steadied herself on the backseat roof handle, squeezing them as tight as she could while Super Creek pleasured her, and began to call out softly.

“Fuck…. Holy shit, Creek… please-“ she begged, a roiling wave of pleasure being felt in her hips. “-god please don’t stop~”

Her heart was throbbing harder than she could’ve imagined, leaning back in ecstasy as Super Creek drug her deeper into a pit of lust. Her eyes wandered outside of the car, out the back window she peered through, and fixed her eyes on the dying sun over the trees west of them.

It all didn’t feel real, even as her mind began to be clouded more and more by the sensations she felt in her stomach and guts. How was any of it truly real? 

A slap on her thigh stole her gaze, finding those blue eyes again capturing her as she stared down at her. 

Fumino grasped her head again, moaning in pleasure as she worked her tongue in, her toes curling and scrunching from the sheer euphoria she felt in that second. 

Her right  leg banged against the divider of the passengers and drivers seat, and her left pressed softly to the door.

“Fuck! Super Creek- please-“ She was beginning to beg, her head lulling back at the deep sensation she whetted.Super Creek didn’t stop.

“I’m gonna come, Creek! Oh fuck!”Happy noises were all she could hear as the blood roared in her ears, and she let out a squeal of overwhelming delight, filling the cab in her frenzy.

Tapping rapidly against her trainee’s cheek with her offhand, Fumino scrunched her face in the outpouring of emotion and pleasure, hooking her heel’s low on Super Creek’s back, who emitted a noise of surprise herself. Left reeling, the tension in her stomach gushed away, her broiling blood rushing clear through her as she cried out softly. “CREEK!”

In the aftermath of her cry, she found the car still, and a warmth on her leg that she dared not look to yet, gone far away in the clouds. The Orange sun in the distance was heralding the end of the day, she’d had a beautiful day outside, and…

Super Creek, her trainee of years now, had just gotten her off in the backseat of her own car.

Looking down, she found an even more ravishing sight waiting for her: Super Creek was laid back against the passenger seat, her hand upon Fumino’s inner thigh, and an absolute mess on the seat.

“Ah… shit…” Fumino said bleakly, lingering on the wet spot, Super Creek coming to motion. 

“I’m sorry…” she flushed. “I really helped make a mess, didn't I?” 

“Just a bit…” Fumino caressed her cheek with one hand, her nether regions aching deeply. “...but I don’t mind. I need to clean soon anyways.

“You’re sure?” Super Creek asked warily, leaning closer. Fumino only shrugged, before kissing her on the forehead.

“I am… as long as you don’t mind me taking a little revenge?~” She whispered back, her hand sliding down to her now sticky breast. Even now, her face lit up a shade of embarrassed red, even despite the acts performed prior.

Super Creek nodded her head softly, and Fumino pulled her from her spot on the floor, up into her lap with a gentle laugh. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while…”

Super Creek sat back into her, consuming much of her space: Fumino didn’t mind, trailing her hand over her drenched vagina, spreading it softly with her two fingers.

Super Creek took Fumino’s other hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze… and Fumino began again.

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“So… about earlier.”

The sun had gone down, and she found herself in a parking lot, for of all things, some American food chain she’d seen Oguri cap do a promotion for. Fumino was sweaty, dirty, and tired, and wanted a shower desperately. Super Creek, sat beside her in little more than her swimming suit bottoms, and a t-shirt, had a small styrofoam box of fried chicken in her hands, shifting uncomfortably at Fumino’s provocation.

“Yes…?”

“Uh…” Fumino took a small bite of her biscuit, wincing at the levels of salt in the meal. It had been Super Creek’s idea to stop for a meal, anyhow, after a day of travel outdoors and… exertion, on both their parts. She didn’t hate it, she had to be honest- but the salt was a bit much.

Fumino paused to take a sip of her water, only for Super Creek to clear her throat. “I’m uh… sorry, if I made you uncomfortable with the…” she glanced out the window to the evening dark, tucking her hands under her armpits. “Mommy stuff…”

Her whisper of shame nearly made Fumino laugh, which in turn made her choke: coughing, and pounding her fist on her sternum to clear the obstruction, Fumino shook her head quickly, and put her water back. “Shit. Uh no.” She spoke in a hurry, and turned half in her seat to look towards her. “I was just going to talk about… today… and all of that.”

“All of that?” Super Creek winced. “I mean… was it bad?”

“Not at all!” Fumino blushed. “I uh… just didn’t expect to both… fully appreciate your bust size in person today, let alone all of that.”

“Am I just a pair of tits to you?” Super Creek whined, leaning over- and Fumino’s eyes widened.

“No! Not at all, no, fuck no. Just…” she lowered her head to the steering wheel, groaning out. “I’m really bad with this stuff… I didn’t mean-“

Super Creek stifled her laugh into the biscuit she clutched, her eyes tracing Fumino’s every move. Fumino relaxed against it, and glanced down to her meal. 

“I just… I just wanted to ask about what we both wanted.” Laying back into her seat, and looking out over the dash, she crossed her legs below her, frowning. “I wasn’t lying saying how long I’ve been interested in you, Fumino. I just…” she mumbled. “I don’t want this to be just ‘some fun.’ And even as well as I know you,” she raised her chin. “I don’t know if there’s another person out there, Uma or not, that I’d rather try to get to know with. Today felt… real.”

“Fumino.” A hand say itself on her shoulder, urging her to look over.

Again, she met those rapturing eyes, and froze like a deer in the headlights, her stomach twisting at their intensity… an intensity matched by the kind smile she bore. “It was real. And, I’ve wanted you to know I’ve felt the same for a long… long time.”

Choking on her own tongue, Fumino could only nod, her dry mouth desiring more water suddenly. “So…” she whispered. “First date was uh… a first date?”

Super Creek rolled her eyes with a giggle- one she didn’t hear often, deeper and much, much more genuine, covering her mouth for a moment with her palm. “You’re very lucky you’re handsome… my prince.”

Fumino nodded, and leaned closer. “Well… I know I’m lucky at least-“ Super Creek shut her up with a kiss on the lips, and Fumino melted in it again.

It was then, no matter where the next day, week, or month took her, that she staked her claim in her own mind. She never wanted to kiss any other lips than Super Creek’s from that moment on, or to desire anyone but her…

And something about the way Super Creek held her hand, greasy, tired and dirty, made her faith absolute.

She was in love… and in a deep way.

‘What Prince would want anything else?’