Just be straight up - Agnes Digital

{user} was...not having a good time of things. Another week straight of Digital being—well the woman he’d fallen in love with. A chaotic little dick gremlin. But the thing is it’s really starting to become doubt worthy if she’s a ‘dick’ gremlin.

Completely unprompted times she’s brought up her love of yuri: uncountably high

Completely unprompted times she’s brought up her love of her oshi: also uncountable

Completely unprompted times she’s brought up her love of him: ...3. Over the course of a week where they saw each other everyday.

Yeah the sex was immaculate, and he’s the gifts she bought were useful and expensive. But it just...sometimes a simple real set of words beyond “I love you” goes miles further.

No matter, {user} had wanted to see her. But for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to text her. The two had an open door policy. Well half of one, not cause Digitan didn’t trust but y’know...sharing a dorm with her sister thing. {user} put his ear to the door once he got there, just to make sure they weren’t asleep before he knocked. “Do you ever worry about your sister?” He knew that voice, a fellow “boyfriend of the Agnes’” as it were. Tachyon’s boyfriend obviously.

“Hmm, Digitan? No, well in certain context maybe. Care to narrow the inquiry Guinea Pig?” The classic teasing drawl almost paints a picture of the scientist’s face in {user}’s head.

“I just...feel like she only talks about two things.”

“Her art and her boyfriend yes?” Tachyon cuts him short with words that don’t feel right. Talking about her art? Yeah. Other umas too? Definitely. But him? Well when they’re together in public she’ll gush about him. But outside of that? Nah. No way.

“And racing. Yeah.”

“Am I not the same?”

“N-No? Kinda.”

{user} can hear Tachyon shifting with his ear still pressed against the door. Now more invested to hear about his girlfriend. Not really thinking about the implications. “I only talk of my passion, my career—and you.”

“You don’t talk about me...not like-“

For a moment {user} thinks something happened. For the male voice to be so suddenly cut off. But then he he ears the tell tale sound of two lips that had been wetly pressed together separating.

“It is how our family is. Aside from my mother. We don’t...say that to the people’s faces. It’s difficult. But hear clearly, I am as obsessed with you as Digitan is with {user}. And you and I both know how that is.” The realization is slowly dawning on {user} that when he isn’t around...people see a different Digital than he does. And Tachyon’s continued speech only hammers it home. “How he infests her mind and stays at the forefront always, every action and decision made with him in mind. How just the sight of him sends her body into—that state. The scent, the touch.” Tachyon pauses for a moment. What she’s doing behind that closed door is obviously a mystery. But it’s clear the next words hurt to come out. “And...how she fears she is too much for him. Her personality too obsessive, her conduct too aloof. How she’ll be too weird to put it simply, and drive away the most important thing in her life.”

“Tachyon I-“ But again his words are swallowed. The kiss is far louder this time.

“Shhh~” Tachyon sounds so—seductive. And yet like a woman who is imminently about to submit her entire soul bare to another. “It seems we both have some communication to do. I’m going to text Digitan to stay with {user} tonight. And you are going to go lock that door and return to this bed.”

{user} finally decides that maybe creeping on his girlfriend’s sister and her boyfriend has gone too far. And before he can hear what either of his friends moaning sounds like he pulls back from the door. He has to get home anyhow. He’s expecting company.

——

Digital is already there by the time he gets to his home. Given away clearly by the sound of the tv. And the pink blob of hair that’s on his couch. Digital isn’t leaving much to the imagination. Lain on her stomach feet in the air. Those felt booty shorts clinging to the curvaceous athletes’ ass. And that tank top wasn’t going to help much either, he knew she wouldn’t have a bra on. “Hey! The heck?!” Digital turns her head, revealing she doesn’t have her bow on either. But she’s pouring at {user} as he closes the door behind him. “I texted you I was comin over. That kinda means be home so I can snuggle you when I get there. Some boyfriend you are.”

“Maybe I should do some 69 action.” It was a question technically but one more leveled in Digital’s own head just spoken aloud. She was drafting her next art piece, Yuri of course. Just a single illustration work. But she wanted something specific for it. That is to have both umamusume featured in the art to be stimulating each other simultaneously.

“Can’t ever go wrong with scissoring I guess.” She tapped her stylus against her lip in thought. No idea was coming to her that she felt married to. Thankfully she knew the inspiration would strike soon. She had a ritual for it that was currently being conducted. That is to say she’s naked, laying on her belly with her legs spread a bit. And the muse above all other ones she has—even her oshi is inside her. Though more like cockwarming than actively fucking her.

“Right there.” She groaned, circling her hips back against him. Giving him a smile over her shoulder that almost shattered her. ‘Why you gotta be so pretty? Makes me wanna do things to—‘ And she got it. Thinking about pegging or just rimming her boyfriend somehow managed to give her an idea for girl on girl action. “Double ended dildo.” She could see the sketch in her head as her fingers raced to put the rough draft down to her tablet.

A crass mating press, with the smaller of the two umamusume on top holding the taller bottom’s legs up. “Maybe some spit strings for kissing. Low light—blushing highlights on their cheeks.”

Oh she’s in the goddamn zone.

“You can move if you wanna handsome. Just slow. Don’t mess up my pen strokes with your strokes~”

Digital was tight. Like Helm’s Deep, Alcatraz, uh...other pop culture reference tight. Famous or infamous depending on the context. It was in all Henry another twinge of insecurity for {User}. While he was under no delusion that Digital didn’t love his dick. There was no way she could fake that level of obsession she displays. But that’s just it. It’s a dick. Dick needs to go inside vaginas in these sorts of relationships. And that often takes time and work for Digital.

In her mind, that only makes it better. Everytime she needs to build up anticipation until she can finally feel that motherfucker parting her body around him until she can feel it in her brainstem. When her eyes roll back and she sees that little bump on her pale flat stomach. But she’s never said that part. And it’s a natural conclusion for {user} to come to that...that her being with another woman would be easier. Sure the fingering and cunnilingus is the same. But crotch to crotch work is so much easier. Rubbing against another vagina would be much less work than gradually having to open her up, everytime.

{user}’s brain could run off to these places for just a moment as he isn’t doing the work right now. Well he was, his mouth still tastes of Digital’s pussy. But she’s been worked open enough, and now she’s straddling him as he lays against the bed. No input needed as her lips rub against his slit. Once, twice. No dice. But Digital is hungry, and thinking she’s looser than she actually is tries to push it in. Which doesn’t work out. “Ow!” She yips out, the penetration not happening but something inside definitely hurt. No tearing, nothing too bad. But pain is always its most intense when it first starts. Galling off him back back into the bed on her side. Throbbing for all the wrong reasons it feels like as she curls up into the fetal position, her hand on the underside of her thigh. She’ll be fine in a moment, but yeah right now it hurts like a bad step on a dirt track. And...well that wouldn’t have happened with scissoring.

{user} was beat, Tracen really never did anything small or in moderation. Especially their fan feats. Literally just a day where the campus is opened to the public and the students and maybe some alumni mull about doing whatever. Contests, meet and greets, signings, Q&As. Just dumb fun.

And one would be forgiven for forgetting that Digital was a student and not a fan.

“Haa!” The diminutive uma squeals, kicking her feet as they rest on the couch arm. Her phone is raised above her head while she lays back across {user}’s lap. Raising the device and pressing it close to her boyfriend’s face. “Look at her abs! She’s schoo cool—my little simpin’ heart can’t take it!”

A picture she’d gotten with Narita Brian and Vodka flanking either side of her. Digital didn’t just look small inbetween them because of her height but how the red faced umamusume was practically melting on the spot.

Another loud squeal left her as she rolls over onto her belly, pulling her phone back to her face and swiping. “Gah! Goddess Fuji!? Her and Creek’s swinging maestros drive me crazy.” {user} glanced down and saw the pic. Fuji sweaty in the afternoon sun making her suit jacket cling to the curves of her generous chest.

Digital drools, giggles—and potentially explodes but sits up, leaping for her drawing tablet on the coffee table. “Umamusume are sooooo hot.” The murmur is more for herself, already lost in her own little world as she writes down things in her notes. “I have so many ideas! Scarlet’s thighs, Doto’s dotos, Ranmou’s everything!” Her volume rises as she scribbles away, face getting to the same shade of her hair and then surpassing even that. “Oh I need some shopping art! Yuri needs to be manifested. The sexual tension between Scarlet and Vodka has got to be put to pen!” Digital whips her head back, wiping drool from her chin. “Baby, I need a crack ship—wait I got it!”

Digital sketches the vague form of a tiny umamusume and one who’s notably more sizable, notably in the chest. “Taishin and Creek—they’ve also got the and they were roommates thing going. I swear I saw Taishin staring at her ass today. I love the fan fest so much.”

Oh right her boyfriend is behind her. In all honesty she hasn’t really been paying attention to him all day, but she’s too in the zone now. “Baby, baby! You had a fun fan fest right?” It’s a matter of opinion really. {user} spent most of the day trying to keep up with and keep track of Digital who darted around like a kid on crack from stall to stall and Uma to Uma. This might be the most she’s spoken to him since the fan fest started in all honesty. And already she’s turned back to her tablet, lost in a world of yuri and horsegirls.

Any artist who draws people will tell you what they hate. Hands. Outside of the face they’re are the most important part of the human body when it comes to expression. And they’re an anatomical nightmare for any artist drawing them. At least at first.

Someone like Digital, she’s been drawing for years. She has it down pat along with her art style and even when experimenting with others.

But her love for hands don’t just extend to art.

‘Fuck I want him to choke me.’

Digital was acting like she was a cat in heat...okay she was always like that, but today it was bad. She’d been relaxing with him today, {user}. A day off for Digital meant that he had to deal with a gremlin up his ass all day long. And yes, he was absolutely content with that arrangement.

But Digital was anything but content. She was happy to be here. She’d stayed over last night so they got to eat together, snuggle, cuddle on the couch and watch tv. But now it was awful. She was gonna need to change her panties in a minute. This bastard was building a kit. She watched his hands and fingers flex. They delicately handle small bricks. And firmly grasping and manipulating the large object as a whole. Whether he was flipping it upside down to check on it or just because the instructions said that was the next step.

And Digital wanted to be handled like that. A thousand fantasies were racing through her mind. Those hands around her wrists as he held her arms while drilling her from behind. One of those hands on the back of her head and the other holding her upside down while she chokes on him. Fuck it, if he so much as felt her up over her clothes she was going to melt! Here and now!

Her legs trembled as she pushed them together under the table. She loved him. Every inch of him. She had her favorites. And she worshipped that dick like it was her job. But she didn’t play favorites. The hands were winning now. Or his face. God he looks so fucking got when he’s focused!

“Mmmnn!” She was supposed to be drawing. They were having couple time, but she hadn’t added to the art in minutes. Her pen still, and she couldn’t stop that sound of frustration bubbling up from her throat. Only realizing she’d made it once she saw {user}’s concerned look. “Oh um I-I uh...got a hand cramp.” Hand? Really?! If Digital could change one thing about herself it was this. She couldn’t tell {user} how much she loves him. And she can’t tell him how much she wants to be touch right now. “Y-You’re um...it looks good.”

T.M Opera O. The Overlord, and she lived up to her name. Undefeated, and royal in her every action and word.

But just today, a few minutes ago in fact, that first attribute was knocked away. By Agnes Digital herself. It was surprising to all. To see what was more or less seen as comic relief by fans of the sport and the fandom that surrounded it, to dominate. She was Ana amazing runner no doubt, but to dethrone the Overlord? Opera took her first loss in stride, proud of her performance, and proud of her peer. Even if Digital nearly fainted at getting to shake her hand afterwards.

Anyway it was obvious she’d be swarmed with interviews afterwards. Her and her trainer navigated the situation. Digital was tired and wanted a shower more than anything. But she’d never deny the fans the answers they had burning for the uma stan. “I...it’s weird to act like I’m receiving a reward. N-Not to disrespect Opera O-sama! She’s amazing! Regal, radiant beautiful and I am s-so honored to have beaten her! But...I don’t know. It’s weird.”

The most classic question comes after. Who do you want to thank for this win?

“Well I’d...I wanna thank my trainer, that’s obvious. I’m so lucky to have her guide me, it’s not easy training an umamusume who runs track and dirt. But I...” It sits on her tongue, she clenches her hands over her chest. Her trainer knows Digital loves her, but the next person she wants to thank well...she doesn’t sing the praises of nearly as often. Not to his face. “I owe this win to my boyfriend.”

Some murmur surprised. Digital is very active on social media, and she not only doesn’t really mention her boyfriend she’s obviously...herself on there. That is to say always raving about other umamusume and yuri. So this might be a surprising bit of news to many. “Yeah I don’t talk about him much in interviews, or on my socials. But he’s the best. I don’t wanna put down anyone else. My family is family, o’ course they’re gonna support me. My f-friends are all my amazing oshi! We’re in the game together. But he’s...he’s just some random human I met online. And he treats me like a princess.”

This is a lot easier to say, like always because {user} isn’t here. She doesn’t have to think about it, how the words always bunch up in her throat when she wants to say them. And all that ends up coming out is how amazing she thinks her oshi are. Just don’t think about the fact he is very likely watching this interview and it’ll all be fine.

“It’s his fault I was able to win, cause without him I couldn’t train as hard. Knowing I get to go home to him everyday. It’s why I can work until my mouth tastes like dirt and my legs feel like they’re about to fall off. He’s my favorite person, my favorite part of everyday.” Right okay she was going to die now. Whether {user} saw this or not. She could see people reacting in the crowd like she’d just said the cutest thing ever. “S-So uh yeah! Th-Thank you Opera O-sama again for letting me race you! You’re my idol!”

It’s about twoish hours later when she gets to go home. Showered and changed out of her racing uniform. Thankfully it was a Tokyo track so she could come back home and relax a bit. She’ll going back out in a bit to go perform in the concert. Which of course meant she’d be having the T.M Opera O as her costar on stage! But right now in the late afternoon she’s coming home to the person she’d just lauded on international tv. “H-Hi. I...I won.”

It was {user}’s birthday and well...Digital was sort of fucked completely. A trap of her own making. Agnes is a name with backing behind it, Digital was born rich. And thankfully it didn’t make any of the daughters arrogant. At least in that aspect. Tachyon and Flight’s egos were born of completely different things. Wealth was nothing more than a tool to them, seen as the Agnes’ name frequently popping up in philanthropic and charity endeavors.

For Digital that tool was used to spoil the hell out of her boyfriend. If she so much as suspected he wanted something {user} had it. Within the hour or the week. But that now left her in a pickle of not having anything to buy him for his birthday. Spoiling him wasn’t just because she loved him...actually no it was exactly that. She can’t say it, so show how much she loves him by buying stores worth of items he doesn’t need :3.

Digital needed to do what only she could do in terms of personalizing a gift. ‘This is dumb. Really dumb. Probably creepy...he’s gonna hate me. But he’s gonna hate me more if I don’t get him anything!’

Digital wasn’t able to scream in her own head anymore as the door to {user}’s place opened. She didn’t use her key he’d just opened it for her leading her to yelp and cringe up in surprise. “H-Hi, hi. Hi handsome.” Smooth.

Yet the way {user} kisses her and guides her inside makes all that worry melt away for just the moments his hands/mouth are on her.

Well it isn’t fully hopeless, she can put it off until after dinner. O-Or tell him it’s coming in the mail! ...Ugh she can’t do either.

Her backpack lands with a thump on the couch and she slowly pulls out a folder. Hands trembling as she turns and holds it to him. “H-Happy birthday I...” Oh yeah no she can’t do this. Her face is already furiously red and she turns away while covering her eyes.

It’s porn. Straight up. About four pages worth of a doujin that doesn’t even have plot. It’s just...Digital...and {user}. Raunchy shit like her being held upside down in a 69, with a panel dedicated to showing her throat bulge. Her worshipping his cock. Her on his shoulders while he eats her out against a wall. Doggy with him pulling her pigtails like handle bars as her eyes roll back.

But the last page. That one is special. It isn’t ranch, it’s nothing special. It’s Digital on her back with her hair down, {user} atop her. Her legs are spread, bracket over his hips. Their hands are joined together in the air. Digital’s lips are pulled up in a smile as a thin line of drool runs down her chin. And her eyes, her eyes look at {user} like he’s a damn angel, her pupils formed into hearts.

The final panel has the position changed a bit for Digital to be sitting in {user}’s lap. The two wrapped around each other as much as possible while kissing deeply. And a side panel showing an egg getting implanted by sperm and having a heart form within it.

All in all classic wholesome hentai stuff, but just with them.

It’s not often she draws straight porn. And it isn’t like she’s some self hating person, it’s just equitable. She’s a straight woman, she has straight sex. She isn’t bi so she can’t experience lesbian sex, and she isn’t a man so she can’t experience gay sex. With art it’s like getting a full picture of everything and anything.

“Wahh it’s stupid! Forget I showed you that, give it back!” She pulls her hands away from her face instead trying to weakly reach up and grab the pages from {user}’s hands.

Digital manufactured the worst case scenario. It didn’t...it never was a possibility in her head. Everyone who talked to Digital knew she loves 3 things. Art, umamusume and her boyfriend. It was all she’d talk about at times. Except she wouldn’t talk about that last one...to the boyfriend in particular.

She would talk about the first two however. Excessively. How she loved umamusume, women, yuri. Drawing lesbian sex, writing it. But that was it. She’d experimented with it, and yeah her own drawings could get her off. But really Digital didn’t have attraction to women. Her oshi could make her a blushing suffering mess like {user} could but that was star struck, not even a celebrity crush. One was an idol, the other was...hers.

But that’s the thing, it’s not a distinction she has ever explained to {user}. All he sees is a girlfriend that loves him, maybe. She bought him expensive things, but she was rich from the moment she was born. Thousands had no value to her. She loves sex, they do that a lot. She watches him, and shows him her art. But she does so with other people. She talks about...not him. “I love you”. That’s it. Even if he starts a bit of a deeper talk that’s all she can ever eke out to him in response. Meanwhile she can talk about how each and every feature on an umamusume was perfect and beautiful.

That was why Digital was scared when she went over to his place, and saw a big suitcase. It was her stuff. The clothes, the games, the art supplies and drawing equipment. He called her over...to break up with her. That he didn’t know if she was closeted, or what. But that he didn’t want to keep her tied down. That she was...free to go.

Not gonna happen. Tears are already falling as she staggers towards him. Gripping onto his arms for dear life. Pressing her face into {user}’s chest. “I...I’m i...don’t know how to say it. I can’t, I’m scared!”

Her fingers dig into his arms, nails biting past a painful margin. “I’m a freak okay?! I get it I’m rich I’m a famous I got all that goin for me but I’m obsessed with—I-I don’t-!”

She breathes out though it’s staggered with unease. Her hands retract so she can rub at her eyes. “I’m not apologizin’ for who I am here I just...I’m scared to come on too strong. Cause if I start tellin’ you how much I love you it’s gonna sound obsessive. Not the funny quirky Digital way like...I’m actually your girlfriend. So when I say I wanna smell your armpits after you workout it’s not funny and over the top it’s...weird.”

It ain’t even slightly a lie. She fucking loves everything about him. The kinda crazy “wear your skin” but only doesn’t do it cause hey, that would hurt. She wants to be with {user} always. Hell if she could she’d climb inside his shirt right now.

“I can’t...tell you how I was already thinking of marrying you three weeks in. Or what color hair our kids are gonna have. Plural...cause I want a lot of little yous running around the house and I’ve got names already drafted. M-Male, female or umamusume. A-And how I get scared when you don’t text me back within 15 minutes, so I run down here sometimes to try and peak in through the windows and make sure you’re safe.”

“How I...how I think you’re gonna fall in love with a normal girl. That I love every inch of your body from your nose to your teeth to your hands and your legs but the only thing I can worship openly is your stupid beautiful cock.” Digital is near hysterical now. Her hands are shaking and she’s not even looking towards {user} as she talks. Hunched over and looking like she can’t even stand for much longer.

“It’s so much easier to talk about how much I love my sisters cause every healthy family does that. And my oshi—they’re my friends, my rivals and...they’re all so beautiful and strong how could I not worship them?”

And in just a moment, she becomes stable. Standing up straight. Her face, an absolute mess. Between the ugly crying and the snot. Her bow is askew from when she was grabbing at her head. It’s not okay. This isn’t okay. Everything she tried to keep inside just came tumbling out in a desperate bid to not lose...her person. The man she lay awake at night, watching him sleep. Imaging them instead in a house, a ring on her finger. Kids sleeping a few doors away. And it was all burning.

“But you...you’re mine. I want you to be mine. If I say the wrong thing I...I lose you. And I don’t—“

Digital really did feel like an idiot. It was like uh...regency bias? One of those biases thingies that makes people overlook something that others see as obvious. Tachyon probably knew the name of it. Point was, she is massively obsessed and in love with {user}. And so he should know that he infests her every waking and sleeping thought like some damn inccubus. But that’s not how people work. They need words, reassurance. And when one never uses those words for them—but instead a gender and relationship archetype opposite them. Well in hindsight it was obvious.

He wasn’t ungrateful for the gifts, the sex. The late nights, being shown her sketches and drafts. Getting to her races for free, going to her family’s home for Christmas. All of that mattered. But sometimes he just...wanted her to get as excited talking about him as she does when she sees her oshi.

Which of course she did, just not to his face. And so it was very surprising when {user}’s insecurity won out and he said that she didn’t have to pretend. That he didn’t know why she was doing this thing but if she wanted to go date a woman she shouldn’t feel trapped or scared and should just go for it. In short her boyfriend was breaking up with her because he thought she wanted a girlfriend.

There were tears from both sides. Declarations both hurried and clumsy and slow and purposefully planned. But Digital finally said the words she felt to the person who they were meant for. And after exhausting themselves the couple fell asleep. Because that was another thing she never really told him. How just being in his arms made her feel safe, small in an amazing way. And how that security brought out the best kind of sleep.

But now the sun was up, breakfast was eaten and Digital brought {user} back to the bedroom. Hopping up on her toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry I ever made you think I wanted a woman. I mean hey, being a yuri freak is still my thing—but I love you.”

She couldn’t meet his eyes when she said it. Her fingers tightened against him for a moment. She meant it, every syllable. But was just working on saying it still. Changes like this don’t happen overnight of course.

But there is of course the classic way she has of showing how purely devoted she is to him. “And~ to make it up to you is gonna worship this very none womanly part.” Her body presses forward. Her throbbing heat pressing against the hardened outline of the thing she so loved.

Sinking down to her knees and kissing the head over {user}’s sleep shorts. Then pulling back to pull his shorts down. Eyes dilating and her teeth catching her bottom lip as his cock flops out. “God... You make me shake just looking at it.”

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