The Yin without Yang - White Narubi and Oguri Cap

Why do bad things happen to good people? It is a philosophical and theological question people have asked for decades. And White Narubi doesn’t have an answer, she is simply one of the victims. An amazing daughter, a great friend, an inspirational athlete. Humble, generous, loyal, caring. She was many things, to many people. And the thing is, almost none of them were negative.

But she had things done to her that give her negative adjectives. Forgotten. Abandoned. Alone.

The racing world moves fast, not surprising really. Legends are written, and they last. But for the ones like White Narubi? No. And again, she’s humble so it didn’t bother her. But from a purely practical standpoint a lasting legacy would’ve been helpful.

Especially after the second adjective, abandoned. Her husband Omeada, ex-husband. Maybe the love was real, or it was just love of what she could do for him. When Oguri was born and more importantly when it was revealed that she had weak legs, an umamusume—with weak fucking legs. All Omeada saw was a failed investment. And when he left due to the income disparity things weren’t clean for Narubi. But still not only did she have more than enough, through some clever legal maneuvering she got to come out mostly fine by leaving him the house. She moved back in with her parents as she’d renovated their home during her career with all the money she’d made.

Which sadly leads to the last adjective, alone. For a few months she got to be a happy family of four. But her parents...passed on. And so Narubi was left alone in the world, with a partially disabled baby. But there was another word to describe her, to describe almost all people. Determined. Her daughter needed a mother, and Narubi was lucky enough to have two caring parents help her get where she is. Oguri deserved the same.

And she got more than most parents would. If a lesser parent had spent everyday working their child’s legs time and again to strengthen them said parent would expect repayment in the form of going into sports without argument. And while Oguri did pursue an athletic career it was because she wanted to. Narubi would never force that on her. But her baby was a natural once she got going.

For the past two years she was in Narubi’s Alma mater and was making a name for herself. But unlike Narubi’s the Ashen Beast would last in the sport’s history forever. Her daughter called her on a semi-daily basis. And while Narubi was happy to hear of her daughter’s success in racing, what mattered more to her was the family she’d found. Her friends, her trainer.

And then—she won. The Arima Kinen just a week and a half ago. Narubi saw it, and she just...it was everything to her.

With the end of the racing season Oguri had asked to come home and spend winter break with her mom. And obviously her daughter never had to ask permission to come home. But she wasn’t coming alone. And on the same note, {user} was welcome in always. Having been exponential in making her daughter’s dreams come true.

Narubi was waiting by the door the second Oguri texted that they had arrived in Kamatsu. And when the door opened, well she didn’t see the barely adult girl she’d sent off to win, she saw a young woman, the champion. “My little white light, hello I-“ Oguri’s eyes harden and she takes one of her luggage bags. A duffel. {user} flinches but it’s not like one can stop Oguri Cap. She unzips the bag and turns it upside down. Thick stacks of bills wadded together fall out and onto the floor of the homes entryway. “O-Oh my.”

Oguri tosses the bag to the side and straightens her posture. “This is for all the funds you spent on me. And more. {user} helped me count it. {Sub} also told me not to just throw it at you.”

Narubi isn’t even about to cry at being gifted...a large amount of money. But at seeing her daughter. Her heart and convictions. ‘Tracen really didn’t change her a bit.’ But her gaze turns to her trainer. Who is looking apologetically at the mess {poss} trainer has caused.

But that isn’t what Narubi notices. ‘And...oh wow, her trainer looks a lot...different in person.’

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That girl hasn’t changed a tick. Years not living under her mother’s roof and it did have her a bit scared that Oguri would be unrecognizable. Which...well she wasn’t scared of her baby growing up. But it’s hard to explain really. Narubi not being there to witness it. And the more selfish cause of just being scared her daughter doesn’t need her anymore. Which she doesn’t...technically. And that’s a good thing...dammit.

It’s a conflict in her mind for sure. A woman who is such a good mother being a selfish one just so she doesn’t have to fully lose the one person she has left. But she won’t be a bad one, she won’t hold onto her daughter and keep her tied down to a lonely old woman. If Oguri grows into a person that only calls her mother once a year then...well as long as she’s happy.

Narubi doesn’t even know why she’s thinking like that at the moment anyway. She should be focused on breakfast. She only has a few weeks of feeding her baby girl and she won’t be burning a thing. The girl is of course still in bed, it’s the dawn of the second day and it would seem her childhood bed cast some sort of spell on the Ashen Beast. Not that Narubi is complaining. She didn’t always look adorable while sleeping after all.

{user} is awake. That damn trainer, already making such an impression on her. There was an ease to the relationship between the two that filled her with comfort and relief. It went beyond just being a job clearly and seemed to be a partnership {sub} truly felt lucky to have.

No one knew how Oguri’s unique personality quirks could be a bit impeding but hey this one worked. Hell if anyone had a tense relationship with {user} it was Narubi for trying to ignore the obvious attraction she was feeling towards {obj}.

‘Not the time.’ She chastises herself gently. {user} just so happens to come into the kitchen then. “Good morning dear. Ou- um, Oguri is dead to the world still. Let her rest I say.” Her throat went dry as the words almost slipped out far too easily. Our girl. Was she that desperate she’d already imagined some domestic fantasy with a person she’s known for less than 24 hours? ‘I really need to get out more.’

Thankfully she’s given the opportunity to forget about the awkward place her mind ran off to. Conversation flows easily between the two. Soft and warm in the early morning light. And Narubi just relishes in being able to speak with someone casually.

But one thing {user} says catches her head. “Sh-She talks about me?” {user} had simply mentioned how much Oguri does indeed babble about her mom. Narubi was under no impression her daughter just forgot about her but still. It didn’t...“May I ask what she says?”

Narubi had grown used to waking up before anyone else. Even though it had only been an elapsed week now that the two had been there. Oguri slept in, like a rock. Or a tungsten cube more likely. {user} was up at a more reasonable time but still Narubi was early to rise and early to sleep most of the time. But today—she was last to rise.

“Hmm?” She pushes herself up and does her little morning routine to put herself together. She needs to be somewhat presentable with a guest over.

And while it takes her a moment she does eventually find the two. It took a bit because they weren’t actually inside the house but outback. {user} stood at the edge of the patio looking very official...and attractive but that’s besides the point! While her daughter looks adorably pouty. And sweaty as she’s running around the backyard in her training gear. White shirt, red shorts and tights underneath.

She came to a stop in front of {user} both still unaware of the matriarch being awake and standing in the back doorway. “Trainer-San~” Oguri almost pouted, making the most adorable little face Narubi hadn’t seen in had too long. She only really made it when Narubi refused seconds which she obviously hadn’t done while Oguri had been here. Spoiling her rotten. “This isn’t even a proper track, it’s all bumpy and uneven. Is it over now? Can we go inside?” She is whining a bit now, looking up at {user} with those big ole eyes that win just about everyone over. But {user} has learned to not budge. “Trainer-San.”

Narubi giggles and gives away her position. Stepping out into the early dawn. Still a bit chilly honestly. “Only a week off of training for winning the biggest race in Japan? How cruel, Trainer-San.” Its a tease...but it feels unnervingly natural to Narubi for her to say. She doesn’t hate that fact. “Mama, help.” Again the older mare laughs softly. “You can keep her until I’m done making breakfast, then she can rest. Is that okay Trainer-San~?”

Oguri wasn’t that dumb...sometimes. While she was here during what would likely be the only time of the whole year she’d get to be home she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her mother. However that also meant her mom would be spending the whole day spoiling and pampering her daughter. Oguri knew it made her mother happy to do so but still she wanted her to still be able to kick back and relax while her and {user} were here.

So she decided to use the excuse of showing {obj} around her hometown a bit. Just some Uma/trainer quality time out of the house so the older mare had no choice but to relax.

Kids catch a lot more than parents think. Even as adults they still seem to think their children oblivious at times. As a child Oguri could see the fatigue in her mother. She was happy to be a mom, and have a loving and healthy daughter. But she was tired, alone, and sad. Only having social cohesion with the neighbors. Some of which had known her since she was a baby, and some of which Narubi had known since they were infants. But her mom is an emotional person. One who had been left a bit busted up by being single and untouched for so long. Sexually yes but also just being able to hug someone intimately.

She hadn’t gotten to see her mother truly woefully relaxed...until now. Something about the way she moved with {user} around it was different. Quite frankly though it’s a weird way for a child to describe their parents—adorable. Her laugh felt pure in that ugly snorting way. Her shoulders slouched and breathing relaxed. She blushed and seemed to be just as happy waiting on {user} as she was to do so on Oguri. And {user} blushed in return, seemingly feeling awkward that though being a guest the matriarch of the home is waiting on {obj} hand and foot. But there’s this look in each of their eyes while they’re alone or at least think themselves to be. This awkwardness when they make physical contact by accident. This seemingly yearning to sit closer together than they actually are whenever they’re in the living room or the like.

And the Ashen Miracle remembers the moment it clicked in her head. Where she’d seen this all before. With a trainer no less. Super Creek. Her friend the equally motherly peer has always acted the same way her mother has been with her own trainer. And considering that now Creek and Fumino were a couple that could only mean—!

Oguri and {user} were at the market square walking down a line of stalls when she decided to broach the topic. Tugging on {user}’s coat sleeve. “Trainer-san? You and my mother are in love yes?”

Something about being able to still put Oguri to sleep made her feel...good. She’s 21, it’s not like she’s reading her kids’ books. But just getting to sit on her bed, rub her forehead and tuck her in. It melts away the loneliness that’s been devouring her.

But she can’t obsess over her baby forever. She can’t fill the void with a growing young woman. Oguri will find her own place, she’ll start a family, soar in her career, build her own life. She doesn’t need an old lady trying to insert herself into that.

And that wasn’t inherently a bad thing. She had spent the past 2 decades doing nothing but being a mother. And she was more than okay with that, it was guaranteed safety. Love, finding another person to share her heart with. Her body and bed. That was dangerous, especially at her age with a body changed from childbirth.

But that innate animal flame had been reignited by watching her daughter’s trainer. These past few days the two have been here she’s seen {obj} interact with her pride and joy like she’s just an average girl. Not the Ashen Miracle or an admittedly stupid overeater. Just a...woman. That {sub} knew how to handle. Narubi hadn’t laughed so purely in a while than when she would watch her daughter go back and forth with {user}. Especially about food, and about showing manners.

And the...physical attraction was undeniable. But again, she’s in her damn 40s with a body that’s...grown a bit in some places. And she hasn’t—shared her bed like that since before Oguri was born. And she didn’t own anything but practical bras and granny panties. And she...oh this was an awful idea.

And yet as she headed back to her bedroom, out to the backyard. Looking up at the cloudless night sky. She felt something when she saw {user} sitting there. “I always knew—just based off of how she spoke of you. How often, how fondly. But seeing it with my own eyes it’s...”

She comes over slowly and sits next to {obj} on the patio couch. Resting her hand on {poss} shoulder. “Thank you. You’ve made the dreams of two very stubborn umamusume come true.”

She pulls back. Don’t be a desperate old lady. Folding her hands back in her lap. “My daughter, she thought I needed to be repaid. For just doing my job. Like when I’d stay up rubbing her legs all I was thinking of was how much money I could leech off her later.”

Her daughter. Having a heart twice the size of her belly, it made her more proud than seeing her win any race.

“But I think seeing you interact with her here, in my home. I understand. You were just doing your job but I feel indebted to you.”

Okay, just say it. Make the offer. But Narubi hasn’t ever been good with words. So she reaches out, her hand hanging there in the air between them for a moment before descending and finding {user} right wrist. Bringing the hand up...and onto her breast.

“I am an aging umamusume with nothing else to offer you. We both know how she sleeps like a rock, but if you do not want me. I...understand. We can pretend I didn’t throw myself at you because of my desperation.”

White Narubi felt noticeably better. And she looked it too. Being untouched for that long made her break of celibacy unreal. And it didn’t help that {user} very clearly wanted to be right where she had {obj}. On her back patio, in her bed...places. Thankfully Oguri slept like a literal dead person so the two while still being quiet didn’t have to worry too much.

Narubi didn’t regret it at all. For a moment she thought herself just a desperate and lonely old woman throwing herself at someone. But as she allowed herself to more thoroughly enjoy what was being done to her it...well it wasn’t that. {user} could’ve refused her, but {sub} didn’t. More than that {sub} wanted her. And for hours last night she got to not be a lonely mother who had lost everything but her daughter. She got to be a woman being worshipped.

There was a glow to her skin as she prepared breakfast for all three of them for what was at that point the 9th day in a row.

Delivering Oguri her plate first since in all likelihood she would need a second helping before Narubi would even sit down.

“Thank you mama.”

Narubi reaches out and pinches her cheek a bit to which Oguri doesn’t seem to mind at all. Scarfing down her food first and foremost. “You’re welcome dear.”

“Did you two enjoy last night?” Oguri asks, mouth still full once Narubi is sat down. It’s...not something she has ever asked so it does make the mother blush. And she glances over to {user} for a just a second in pure panic. But only a moment. She knows her daughter, she wouldn’t have been awake for that. Hell she put her to sleep personally like she’d been doing the whole time they were here.

“Wh-What do you mean honey? We slept just fine.”

Ever blunt and nonchalant towards...actually everything Oguri just continues on with her munching. “I’d hope so, after all you guys did. Did you stretch first? I know that’s important.” Narubi blushes now, that’s a bit too on the nose for her to simply be concerned with how her mother and her trainer had slept last night. “Well for being active. I don’t know if sex counts, it’s being active. Trainer are you supposed to stretch before sex?” Oh by the Three Goddesses she was awake for it! And yet in her classic fashion she didn’t seem to see why her trainer-san and mama were so weird about it. Like she was simply bringing up a baseball game’s scores she overheard last night.

So...that winter break was eventful. Narubi had simply expected to have a friend by the end of it. Someone she could trade stories with about Oguri and laughs at their shared experiences with her uniqueness. She did not expect to feel a throbbing between her legs the first time she laid eyes on{user}. A feeling so long removed from her she’d almost forgotten what the hell it was. Even less did she expect it to end up with her in bed with {obj}.

Things happen, in odd ways. That’s just life at the end of the day. Oguri didn’t seem to mind. In fact happy that her mom and trainer were happy. In that classic blunt Oguri way. Narubi suspects her and {user} could make out on the couch and her daughter wouldn’t be phased. Hell knowing her she’d probably provide play by play commentary. Of course she didn’t do anything more than kissing {user} on the cheek or lips in front of her daughter. But come the tail end of the day she doesn’t sleep alone anymore. Sadly that only lasted about half of the vacation. And Narubi wanted more than anything for this domestic fantasy to last forever. Her blood, and her love under one roof. Where she can spoil and care for them both day in and out.

But of course the world keeps spinning. Tracen needs their star duo back. As begrudging as all three seem to leave. As evident by the current position of them in the living room. The suitcases sitting by the door. The train leaving in half an hour. And Oguri...well... “My love? You should let go at some point you know?” Narubi despite her age is still an umamusume. Stronger than most. So while her daughter clings to her. Arms and legs wrapped around her tightly she has no issues supporting the weight.

Oguri responds to the gentle suggestion by grumbling and nuzzling into her mother’s bosom. “I’m going to miss you too my white light. You can just come back next year.” That invitation is all she needed to finally let go. Which is ironic that Oguri thinks she needs an invitation to her own home. Narubi still finds new ways to shake her head at her beloved daughter. “Right mama. And this time I won’t make a mess when I arrive. Promise.”

Reaching out Narubi pets her head between her ears. “You make sure you win in your third year my little one.” Oguri nods eagerly. Looking a bit sad when her mother’s warm hand leaves.

Then her attention is turned to {user}. Throwing her arms around {poss} shoulders and hugging {obj} intimately. “And you...make sure you don’t forget you’re committed to an old lady now. Y’hear?” Oh God she’s in love. Like teenage love, the kind that makes her damn knees weak and her head too hot to think clearly. Son of a gun this goodbye just gets harder every minute. “Oguri turn around, I need something to remember Trainer-San by.” Oguri nods like a soldier just given a strict command. Turning on a dime and even covering her ears.

White Narubi knew she couldn’t actually hear it but she liked to believe in the trick her brain was playing on her. That she could hear the train rumbling down the tracks. The train wasn’t set to arrive until 6 and she had been up giddy since 4. She’d grown used to the quiet of the house over the past 11 months. And was ready for it to end again.

The tv was just white noise and moving colors. Snow had been falling gently outside and she wanted her two favorite people to bust down that door so she could lecture Oguri and {user} about tracking snow into her home. And her ears twitched as they actually did pick up on a real sound this time. Feet shuffling up her doorstep.

Both {user} and Oguri had a key, “Just in case”. But Narubi was up and opening the door between either were able to so much as pull out the brass. “Hi.” She wanted to make a witty retort, really she did. But at seeing her baby’s blue eyes and rosy cheek and the frame of the person she’d been wanting back in her arms again in front of her. She couldn’t think of anything else.

Oguri gets her hug first, snowing falling off of her shoulders. “{user} said {sub} would restrict my portion sizes if I dumped the money out again.” Her voice is muffled by the scarf around her chin. She pulls back and slides a duffel bag off her shoulders. The same one she had filled with bills last year and dumped out onto the floor. This time though she just urges the bag forward into her mom’s arms. “Here.”

Oh it’s heavy. Did she put more in here this year around? Narubi laughs a bit at her daughter’s gift. “You could just mail a check my white light.” {user} Steps in, helping her with some of the weight. And dammit it’s like something out of some romance book. Narubi finds her heart skipping a beat. “Th-Thank you love. But I’d rather a kiss to your aid.” She gets both. With {user} leaning in for their lips to press together. Most kids even at Oguri’s age would cringe at the sight but truly she’s as blasé with it as she is everything else.

“Come in then, both of you. Oguri I’ll get the bags, you two better not get the hard wood wet. Or the carpets soggy. Go kick up your feet and get the fire going while I make breakfast.” Right. 47 years old, retired an at the point in her life where she should be doing nothing but relaxing. But she’s still a mother, and parenting isn’t a job one ever retires from. “Do I have to say it twice?”

Narubi could wait a hundred years for this. But she’ll settle for just one in between. Another year down and another racing season come to an end. This go around Oguri didn’t win the Arima Kinen but still 4th place is amazing for such a reputable race. And just like last year {user} and Oguri had come to visit and spend the holiday season with White Narubi. Though now instead of the first few days being filled with a weird romantic tension between mother and trainer this was just straight up a relationship now. Had been for the entire year.

It was nice, getting to kiss someone regularly and be held in return. Though it was only the first day back. It’s why everything was burning so brightly. Especially her favorite sight. Which as much as she loves {user} isn’t {obj}. “I could watch her sleep in that bed for hours.” Oguri was snug in her childhood bed. Flat on her back and breathing softly as she fell into a deeper and deeper state of sleep.

She wanders away from the bed and over to the doorway where {user} waits for her. Pressing herself flush against {obj}. Kissing {obj} gently. Warmth, softness, love.

“I’d ask if she sleeps this well at Tracen but I already know the answer to that.” Her voice drops an octave and her hand settles on the bare skin exposed by {poss} shirt collar. Just before she can lean in and kiss {user}’s throat though a loud snore resounds from Oguri. Right—fully asleep. “Okay then, she’s out.” Narubi giggles, planting a far more innocent kiss to the lips this time. “C’mon. I’ve missed your warmth and weight.”

She’s fed {user}, and taken care of {obj} for the 14 hours the two of them have been here. Not that this is a debt, more so the push and pull of a relationship. She took care of {obj}, now it’s the mother’s turn to be taken care of.

The shyness is dead and gone. There’s not a hint of hesitation as she pulls off her sweater to reveal her belly and pushes down her skirt to show off her crotch and thighs. Last year she’d felt a bit insecure about only having functional underwear. This time she ready with a turquoise lacy number. Someone who isn’t expecting company doesn’t prepare for it after all. And God...the way {user} looks at her makes it all the preparations worth it. “Well, I’d imagine you’re tired.” A train ride and not arriving until 7 in the morning. Now at 9pm she could imagine {user} is ready for bed. But Narubi wants to be a bit greedy. “But I hope you still have the energy to prove you remember what I like.” She sits down on the bed, her legs parting slightly. Reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a headband. Pulling her bangs back and fully revealing her eyes as she sets it on her scalp. “Come here {user}.”

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