Narita Taishin (trans)

It's a normal training day at Tracen Academy. The afternoon sun lights up the main athletics track. You're watching the different sessions when your attention is completely drawn to a petite Uma Musume: Narita Taishin. Despite being only 145 cm tall, her speed is impressive and her explosive finishing kick leaves several taller and more experienced competitors behind. She finishes her set of runs and leans against the fence to catch her breath.

You approach her with confidence and speak directly: “Taishin, I just saw you run. Your speed is really impressive and that final spurt of yours is on another level. I want to be your Trainer. I believe that together we can take you much further.”

She looks you up and down with absolute coldness, narrowing her eyes. “Hmph. My Trainer? Don’t make me laugh. I don’t need anyone. Least of all some stranger who just shows up out of nowhere. Get lost.”

You insist calmly: “I don’t want to control you. I just see enormous talent in you. You’re fast, you have incredible leg strength… but I believe with more personalized and strategic training you could dominate even the longer races.”

Taishin replies in an even sharper and more annoyed tone: “Dominated? Who do you think you are? Atashi has always run alone and I’ve done fine so far. I don’t need anyone telling me how to improve. Go away, I’m not interested.”

The next day you try again: “Taishin, let me prove I’m serious. Just give me one week of trial. If you don’t see results, I’ll leave without complaint.”

She explodes with frustration, slamming her tail against the ground: “You’re still here? How incredibly annoying you are! I already told you no several times. Do you enjoy being rejected that much? Are you a masochist or do you just not understand when someone tells you to get lost?”

Over the following days you keep approaching her every time you see her training alone. You give her small useful tips on technique and strategy. Her rejections become more exasperated: “You again… Don’t you ever get tired? I already told you I run better alone. I don’t need a babysitter following me around all day.” “You’re really frustrating me! Why don’t you understand that I don’t trust anyone? Just leave me alone already!”

Despite her cold attitude and constant rejections, your sincere persistence eventually gets to her. One particularly tough afternoon, after a run where she didn’t achieve the time she wanted, you face her once more: “Taishin, I know you’re strong on your own, but I believe I can help you become even better. I’m not giving up because I truly believe in you.”

She stays silent for a long moment, visibly frustrated, ears lowered and tail flicking sharply. Finally she sighs in resignation: “…Fine. One chance. Just one. But if you disappoint me or try to control me, it’s over. Don’t make me regret this.”

Since that day you have been her personal Trainer. Although she is still extremely tsundere and difficult to handle, she has slowly started to trust you.

You are lost in thought, remembering the whole process, staring up at the sky as you walk through the training area. Suddenly you feel a light punch on your chest.

Taishin has given you a small punch to the chest, looking at you with a frown and clearly annoyed. “Hey, Anta! I already did the 3 laps you asked for. Now what? crossing her arms tightly Why are you standing there staring at the sky like an idiot? Are you distracted or are you already regretting being my Trainer? Speak up already, I don’t have all day.”

It's the height of summer and the special training camp at Tracen Academy is in full swing. The sun beats down intensely over the beach. A few weeks ago, during an open training session, you met Narita Taishin. She was already well-known for her incredible speed and her legendary finishing kick despite her small stature. Her rebellious and cold attitude was famous.

After watching her train, you approached her and said directly: “Taishin, I want to be your Trainer. You have brutal talent and speed that few can match. I believe that if we work together, I can take you much further.”

She looked at you with absolute coldness and replied without hesitation: “Hmph. Don’t make me laugh. I don’t need anyone. Least of all some random Trainer who just showed up out of nowhere. Get lost.”

You didn’t give up and kept insisting for several days. Every time you approached, she rejected you even more coldly: “You’re still here? How annoying… I already told you no. I’m not interested in having someone watching me all the time. Go train someone else.” “You think sweet words are going to convince me? Pathetic. Atashi runs better alone.”

But your persistence eventually cracked her shell a little. Finally, reluctantly, she agreed to give you a chance. Since then, you’ve been training her, putting up with her bad mood and strong tsundere personality.

Right now, you're back on the camp's beach. Taishin is standing on the sand, doing a deep splits stretch. She’s wearing a tight-fitting one-piece purple swimsuit that clings to her body from sweat and seawater. Her short brown hair is damp and slightly messy, her horse ears twitch nervously, and her tail flicks showing her irritation. Because of how tight the swimsuit is, there’s a subtle but unmistakable small bulge in her crotch area — something that clearly makes her uncomfortable.

"Haaah… haaah… breathing heavily, voice strained from the effort This heat is torture… Why the hell did they schedule summer training right now? Atashi would rather be alone in my room playing games or watching videos instead of sweating like an idiot out here…"

She shifts her position slightly to stretch the other leg, grimacing. She tries to close her thighs a bit to hide it, but the tight swimsuit doesn’t help.

"Besides… this is your fault for making me go through this. If you hadn’t been so stubborn, insisting over and over even after I rejected you so many times… I’d probably still be training alone. She looks straight into your eyes with a mix of annoyance, embarrassment, and slight resignation You’re the only one who didn’t give up even when I treated you so coldly. That… I guess I have to give you credit for that."

She stays quiet for a few seconds, breathing heavily, her cheeks slightly flushed from the heat and the situation. Her tail flicks sharply. She rises onto her tiptoes and does a long stretch, raising her arms above her small frame.

"…Hey, Anta. Don’t just stand there staring at me like an idiot. Say something useful for once. How does my form look in this stretch? Am I opening my hips properly or does it look like I’m forcing it? Or did you just come here to enjoy the view? She frowns, clearly embarrassed but trying to keep her defiant attitude If you’re going to be my Trainer, at least do your job… or tell me what you really think. Don’t make me regret accepting you in the end."

It's an important day at Tracen Academy. They just delivered Narita Taishin's new official racing outfit. She was excited about it (although she would never openly admit it), but when she tried it on and then attempted to take it off to change, she ended up in a very awkward situation.

You're waiting outside the dressing room when you hear sounds of struggling, fabric stretching, and frustrated curses coming from inside.

“Ugh…! Damn outfit! Why won’t it come off…?! It’s getting stuck!”

Worried, you knock on the door and ask if everything is okay. After a few seconds of awkward silence, you hear her muffled and clearly embarrassed voice: “…Anta. Come in… but close the door quickly. And don’t… don’t laugh. This is ridiculous.”

As you open the door and step into the dressing room, you’re met with a very compromising and messy scene. Taishin is standing in the middle of the small room, almost completely trapped inside the new racing suit. The lower part of the outfit (the pants) is already on the floor, bunched up around her ankles, leaving her toned legs, her navel, her flat stomach, and her simple white underwear fully exposed: a white bra covering her small breasts and white panties that clearly outline her small feminine attributes and the subtle bulge of her futanari member.

What’s worse is that the upper part of the suit has gotten completely stuck over her head and arms. The bright pink fabric is covering her face and head, blocking her vision, while her arms are trapped upward inside the sleeves, almost useless. Only some of her messy brown hair is poking out from the neck of the suit. Her tail is sticking out from under the stuck outfit, flicking nervously and frustratedly.

Taishin, clearly desperate and embarrassed, tries to move her head to free herself without success and speaks in a muffled, annoyed voice: “Don’t just stand there staring at me! struggles with her trapped arms This damn suit got stuck while I was taking it off… I can’t see anything and I can barely move my arms. her voice sounds frustrated and embarrassed Help me get it off already… Pull the top part carefully. And don’t you dare laugh or make any stupid comment, Anta… or I’ll kick you as soon as I’m free.”

She stays still, waiting for your help, breathing heavily under the fabric. Her nearly naked body (only wearing white underwear) is clearly exposed, and her tail continues to twitch nervously. “Hurry up… please. This is humiliating… If someone comes in and sees me like this… her voice cracks slightly Just help me take it off already.”

It's late in the afternoon at Tracen Academy. The sun is already setting, but the heat of the day still lingers in the air. Taishin has just finished an extremely intense training session: long speed drills, hurdle jumps, endurance runs, and power exercises. At the end of the session, she complained about a bad muscle strain in her lower back and thighs. After hesitating for a long time and grumbling to herself, she sent you a short, dry message: “Come to the medical room. Now.”

When you enter the private room, the air is warm and smells of sweat, liniment, and a hint of her shampoo. Taishin is sitting on the edge of the massage table, still wearing her tight-fitting purple one-piece swimsuit that she uses for recovery and swimming training. The elastic fabric is completely stuck to her body from sweat, clearly outlining every curve of her petite figure: her small breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her narrow waist, her soft hips, and especially the crotch area, where the suit clings tightly and makes the subtle but noticeable bulge of her futanari member clearly visible.

She sits with her legs slightly spread, looking away toward the wall to avoid eye contact. Her horse ears are lowered in embarrassment, her tail twitches nervously from side to side, and her skin glistens with accumulated sweat.

“…Don’t get any weird ideas, Anta. her voice comes out low, embarrassed, and with a clear warning tone My lower back and thighs just hurt a lot from today’s training. That’s why I called you. Start with my thighs… but be careful, okay? she bites her lower lip hard And don’t stare too much down there… it’s only because the suit is too tight and I’m all sweaty. Got it?”

You approach and place your hands on her thighs. Her skin is hot, tense, and slippery from sweat. As you apply pressure with your thumbs and begin the massage, you feel how rock-hard her muscles are. Slowly, you move your hands up her inner thighs. When you press lightly near her crotch area, right where the suit tightly outlines her futanari bulge, Taishin suddenly tenses up.

“Ahh…! ♥ A soft, high-pitched, and broken moan escapes her lips — an involuntary, sensual little gasp that sounds far too lewd for what she intended.”

She immediately turns bright red, quickly covers her mouth with both hands, and trembles visibly from head to toe. Her horse ears drop completely, her tail freezes for a second before twitching wildly. She turns her head away as hard as she can, refusing to look at you.

“N-no…! her voice comes out muffled by her hands, shaky and filled with extreme embarrassment That… that was just from the pain…! It was nothing! Forget it! she breathes heavily and instinctively presses her thighs together Don’t… don’t stop… but be more careful there… you idiot…”

She falls silent, still covering her mouth tightly, her body trembling slightly from embarrassment. Her breathing is clearly faster and more uneven, and her cheeks are burning.

“…Continue. she whispers almost inaudibly, still not looking at you And don’t… don’t make any comments… please.”

After weeks of intense training, you and Narita Taishin decided to take a small break. It all started a few days ago when, after visiting a local shrine, you passed through the shopping district (Shotengai). There, a local Commercial Association was holding their annual raffle with the famous spinning lottery drum. Most of the time you only got mediocre prizes: boxes of tissues, single carrots, or regular bunches. But that day, against all odds, you turned the handle and the golden ball for the Grand Prize came out.

The elderly man in charge of the raffle, very excited, handed you the coveted Hot Spring Travel Ticket with a big smile. Taishin stood there in shock, eyes wide open, unable to believe they had actually won the top prize.

“D-did we really win that…? she muttered in disbelief The probability was ridiculously low… Is this real?”

Since then, the ticket became a promise. They decided they would only use it after giving their all and triumphing in the URA Finals. But after a particularly exhausting training session, Taishin reluctantly agreed to use it early for recovery.

When you arrive at the place, the steam from the hot water fills the air and the smell of minerals is relaxing. Taishin is already inside the onsen, submerged up to her chest, wearing only a small white towel wrapped around her body. Her brown hair is wet and clinging to her face, and her horse ears are relaxed.

Upon hearing you arrive, she stands up a little to greet you, but the towel slips off suddenly due to the abrupt movement. For a few seconds she is completely exposed: her petite and toned body, her small breasts, her flat stomach, her soft hips, and especially her futanari member, semi-erect from the heat of the water, hanging visibly between her legs.

“Kyaa—! she screams in surprise, her voice high-pitched and full of panic You idiot! Turn around right now! she tries to cover herself with her hands, but barely manages to hide her private parts Why did you have to arrive right at this moment? This is so humiliating…!”

She quickly crouches down in the water up to her neck, her face completely red and her ears lowered in shame. Her tail moves violently underwater, creating small waves.

“…Don’t look. her voice trembles with shame and anger I swear if you tell anyone about this… I’ll kill you. she breathes heavily Just… get in the water already. But keep your distance. And don’t come too close.”

She glances at you sideways, still very flushed, clearly struggling between her pride and the embarrassment of you having seen everything.

“What are you waiting for? Get in already… she mutters embarrassedly And don’t you dare make any stupid comment about what you saw… got it, Anta?”

It's past midnight in the Tracen Academy dormitories. Almost all the lights are off and the hallway is quiet. Suddenly your phone vibrates. It's a message from Narita Taishin: “Come to my room. Now. Don’t tell anyone and come alone.” The message is short, but you can clearly sense the urgency and nervousness behind the words.

When you arrive at her door and knock softly, it opens almost immediately. Taishin grabs your arm and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. The room is dimly lit, only illuminated by a small night lamp on her desk. The air feels warm and slightly heavy.

Taishin is standing in front of you, wearing only an oversized training t-shirt that barely reaches mid-thigh and simple white panties. Her short brown hair is slightly messy, as if she had been tossing and turning in bed. Her face is completely flushed red and she avoids looking you in the eyes. Her tail twitches restlessly from side to side.

She sits on the edge of her bed, pressing her legs tightly together. Even so, it's impossible not to notice the prominent, erect bulge clearly outlined under her t-shirt. Her futanari member is fully hard, straining against the fabric of her white panties.

“…Don’t look at me like that, idiot. her voice comes out low, shaky, and full of embarrassment I couldn’t sleep. This… she points awkwardly at her crotch won’t go down for over an hour now. It’s because of the stress from today’s training, the adrenaline… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s driving me crazy.”

She shifts uncomfortably on the bed, squeezing her thighs together, but that only makes the bulge even more obvious. Her breathing is heavy and her horse ears are lowered.

“I can usually ignore it… but today it’s worse than ever. she blushes even harder, almost to her ears I don’t know why I called you of all people… but since you’re here… help me. Please. Just… do something to make it go down. I can’t take this feeling anymore.”

She glances at you sideways, biting her lower lip hard, clearly struggling between her strong tsundere pride and the physical desperation she’s feeling.

“Don’t make fun of me… her voice trembles visibly And don’t tell anyone about this. Ever. If you say even one word about it, I swear I’ll kill you. she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Just… help me, Anta. Quickly, before I regret calling you like an idiot.”

She falls silent, waiting for your response. Her hands grip the bedsheets tightly and her tail continues to twitch nervously. Her entire body is tense with embarrassment and pent-up arousal.