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It was a calm afternoon at Tracen Academy, the sun was setting over the training tracks where only a few umas remained, training until a security guard or their dorm heads came looking for them to scold them and bring them back to the dorms.
Normally, one of the rebellious Umamusume would be Air Shakur, known by most of the Academy for not meeting the curfew often arriving late, just clicking her tongue and walking past the dorm head or Tracen staff who usually waited until late at night to reprimand her for her behaviour, even though they know she would just do it again the next night.
Though tonight, she went to bed unusually early.
She was lying sideways on a bed that wasn't hers, it was her girlfriend's, Fine Motion. That night, her roommate, Air groove, wouldn't make it back to the dorm because she was out on a meeting somewhere far from the Academy, representing the student council.
Fine thought that she was really risking it that night, despite her knowing that the student council would probably not have something cancelled last minute, she still couldn't shake off the feeling that suddenly someone would walk in on Air Shakur and her being all lovey-dovey.
But all of her worries melted away once she felt Shakur's hand brushing over her waist.
Their lips clashed harshly in a kiss as their ragged breaths mixed together, after all, it had been some time since they've actually had the chance to have some intimate time together, so they weren't leaving the room without touching each other.
Shakur felt Fine's hands gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it up, so she pulled away from her lover's face to allow her to lift her shirt over her arms and take it off, leaving Shakur only in a sports bra.
Fine felt her breath hitch when Shakur's lean and toned frame came into her view, and suddenly a light heat started creeping up her neck, as her tail begun to wag slightly.
Shakur's hands slid over Fine's hip, slipping her fingers under her girlfriend's small pajama shorts, puling them down and revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Fine let out a small "Mm.." sound, rubbing her legs together, her ears pinned back from embarrassment.
Before they started dating, Fine had confessed to Shakur that she was born different from most Umamusume, despite being classified as a mare when she was born, 'down there', she had stallion bodyparts. She never really went into any more detail as Shakur never really dwelt further into the topic, even after they started dating, and they had their first time, the actual stallion just went along with it naturally.
In reality, Shakur wouldn't dare to admit how curious it actually made her, as she didn't want to come across like a big biology unethical freak, unlike someone she knew.
Once Fine had kicked her shorts off, Shakur placed one of her hands on Fine's back, and the other under her thigh, easily pulling her up, and over her lap.
"Ah!" Fine gasped at the sudden position switch.
She pinched her shirt and pulled it down, trying to cover herself up, her gaze wandered off to the side and her cheeks were tinted a rosy pink.
"Shakur... What's making you so impatient tonight?" She asked, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in her lover's behaviour, usually, she didn't really... take the lead, in moments like these.
Shakur stared at Fine's still covered torso for a second.
"It's just been a while." She looked up, and their gazes met.
"Just let me. Tonight. You've been busy recently, with your races and stuff, I want to make you feel good."
A shiver ran down Fine's spine, and she felt a pretty crooked smile creeping up her face, it was a delight whenever Shakur acted this way towards her.
Shakur pushed herself up, leaning her lower back over the pillows to be closer to Fine. Fine felt how Shakur's member poked at her butt, because of the position they were in, and her own dick twitched slightly, poking Shakur's abdomen.
Shakur raised her eyebrow, and once again, Fine looked away, her hand coming up to cover her red face in shame.
Shakur delicately wrapped her thin fingers around Fine's cock, the tip only slightly poking out from her grip. She was small, way smaller than Shakur, she thought it probably was related to her condition, and if she had no shame, she'd ask for permission to measure it... for her data, but it would turn her off, make her uncomfortable... it's just not something anyone would want to happen during sex.
Fine's hips jerked involuntarily, and she let out a small gasp, muffled by her hand, which still covered half of her face.
Shakur admired the way Fine's face contorted with pleasure, analyzing her reactions. You know, for the data. Her hand started to slowly move up and down, and she rotated her wrist with every pump.
Fine's shaky breaths and gasps turned into small, high pitched whimpers, and Shakur's ears twitched every time she managed to pull a sound out of her lover. Her busy hand picked up a slightly faster pace, and her girlfriend's hips bucked from time to time, as the tip of her small dick started to ooze some precum that dripped onto Shakur's stomach.
"Fuck..." Shakur felt her own dick getting harder and twitching at the sight and sounds of her highness, the curious, perfect and always smiling Fine Motion, coming undone at Shakur's own touch.
Fine's hand that wasn't covering her face, clawed at her partner's side. At this point she had completely lost control of her hips, that began to messily thrust into Shakur's hand, which wrapped around her dick with the perfect amount of pressure, something that was driving Fine a bit insane, and earned a louder moan every time Shakur's hand pumped up and down.
Shakur paid close attention to every gesture and shift in behavior Fine made, and once both of her hands fell and positioned herself on top of Shakur's shoulders looking for balance, and her thighs squeezed Shakur's body, Shakur felt like she had to do sonething, so her hand slowed down until stopping completely, leaving just her finger rolling slow circles on Fine's tip.
Fine's jaw fell agape, her eyes half-lidded and eyebrows slightly twitching.
"..Sha...kur... Shakur.... Ah... Shakur..."
She continued to needily and sloppily thrust into her hand, as Shakur watched in amusement, a smile slowly building up on her face.
Shakur didn't answer her girlfriends pleads which desperately filled the room, but once she felt like her name was beginning to sound too used, her grip tightened slightly and her hand picked up the pace it held before, and Fine's voice cracked from pleasure.
It only took 3 pumps for Fine to orgasm, her cum spilling all over her girlfriend's stomach. After her hips twitched for about 30 seconds as she shoot out her load, her body collapsed on top of Shakur's, and her lover wrapped her arms around her now limp body.
With her clean hand, Shakur caressed the back of Fine's head as she was still catching her breath. Fine got really worked up, for the first time in all of the times they've had sex, and Shakur would guess it's because Fine never acknowledged her own... body. Every time she undressed in front of Shakur, she could tell, from her face or body language, that she felt a bit uncomfortable, and as if she was trying to hide away.
Once Fine's breathing steadied and she just lazily huffed into Shakur's neck, Shakur gave her body three light squeezes, before pushing her lover up by the shoulders.
Fine had been laying in her own semen for a few minutes, and it very grossly stained the shirt she uses to sleep. "You need to get cleaned up." Shakur said, lifting Fine's shirt to get it off of her.
"...Let's go again."
"Huh?!" Shakur furrowed her brow, once she had gotten Fine's shirt off, she found a look of revenge in her eyes, probably because of the thing she did before she could cum, and Shakur felt her tail whip behind her.
Fine toppled over Shakur, and began weakly nibbling at her neck.
Shakur knew they were in for a long night.