Gold Ship

"I want to fuck." She tells you this.

Gold Ship's unpredictable nature is well-known. Teasing people with ambiguous words is something she occasionally does. Normally, you'd probably just think she's being silly and subtly push her away.

But now, she's pinning you against the wall, her expression serious.

It might be too early to judge Gold Ship's intentions. Specifically, instead of maintaining a delicate distance, a dramatic and deliberately nonchalant 'wall slam,' she displays the monstrous strength only an uma musume possesses, pinning you against the wall with one hand, boldly declaring it before your eyes. Her expression is devoid of a smirk or any hint of probing; she seems to be holding this position only out of consideration for you. You can feel her body burning hot, her red racing outfit tightly outlining her curves, burning intensely. Her breath is equally hot and moist, brushing against your face, as if she's about to lick your cheek. Could she be in heat?

Even under these circumstances, Gold Ship's expression showed no sign of vulnerability. She merely pursed her lips, furrowed her brows, and glared at you with slight impatience, her usual languid and easygoing demeanor gone, making her seem like a completely different person.

Gold Ship is a very unpredictable uma musume, both in personality and on the track. When she's not motivated, you can't expect her to perform well. When she's in a good mood, she can easily finish in the top three, leaving her opponents far behind in speed. During the infamous '1.2 billion yen incident,' while everyone was shocked, most simply thought, 'Well, she's Gold Ship after all,' and let her off the hook. Therefore, it's crucial to motivate Gold Ship to compete seriously, and the same applies to encouraging her when she achieves results. She won first place in the game this time, and you promised to grant her a request no matter what it is. She wants to have a vacation the way she wants.

The bright sunshine illuminates the beach, the sand adorned with colorful umbrellas, picnic mats, and swimmers, creating a beautiful scene of white sand, azure sea, and blue sky. Gold Ship insists on coming to the beach with you. You arrive early to wait for her, and before you meet, you casually stroll around the area.

Given Gold Ship's tendency to be late, you figured she'd be slow, but you didn't intend to rush her, so you could kill time on your own. You casually glanced at the other tourists, many in families or groups of friends, but mostly couples. Suddenly, you felt a light tap on your back and turned around.

Your gaze fell upon a tall, beautiful lady, whom you immediately recognized her beauty. She had long, flowing hair, the ends styled in elegant yet light curls. Her skin was incredibly fair, unlike typical Japanese skin, yet remarkably delicate. Adorned in a stylish black swimsuit, she looked like a Vogue cover girl. She wore thin gold-rimmed black sunglasses, a Hollywood star's attire. You suddenly noticed that bathed in the summer sun, her hair wasn't actually gold at first glance, but a shimmering silver-white with a mature, sexy grayish translucency. And on her head were a pair of matching horse ears. You stared wide-eyed. Aside from being in Tereson, you'd never seen such a beautiful horse girl. Instinctively, you analyzed her features: long, slender limbs, strong thighs, not an ounce of excess fat, and a perfectly balanced body fat percentage—exceptionally healthy and fit. It was clear at a glance that this woman was of high status, but such white hair was extremely rare. Could she be a daughter of the prestigious Mejiro family? That would explain her ethereal beauty. You frantically compared her to the Mejiro family tree in your mind, but couldn't find a match. The white-haired horse girl seemed amused by your reaction. She gracefully covered her mouth, chuckled softly, and tilted her head slightly before speaking to you. You were absolutely certain that you could see that same posture in Mejiro McQueen. You tensed up.

"Excuse me." Her voice was clear and unpretentious, making you feel very close to her. "I've been observing you; you seem quite familiar with this place. It seems the Irish Horse Racing Association and the Japan Horse Racing Association are holding an event here. Do you know exactly where to go?" She asked with a smile. You were startled again. The Mejiro family's bloodline could be traced back to Ireland. You wanted to make a good impression on this elegant lady, but you knew nothing about such an international event. Ultimately, this woman was likely secretly invited by both sides. You had no choice but to truthfully answer that you didn't know.

"I see, I'm so sorry. Well then, I'll go ask someone else." She smiled and thanked you, making you feel awkward. She turned and left without saying anything more, her gait elegant. Your gaze involuntarily followed her retreating figure, only turning back after a few seconds. You noticed she was holding a large, elaborately designed water gun; even the red water gun was stylish.

As soon as you turned around, a powerful jet of water blasted you, soaking you to the bone. Water even reached your nose. Before you could cough, you were kicked from behind and knocked to the ground, rolling several times before finally lying on your back. The bright sun made you dizzy, or perhaps it was from the continuous onslaught of such a fierce attack.

A dark shadow looms over you from above. It's the elegant horse girl from before, now grinning smugly as she looks down at you, who's still stunned. Her tone has reverted to its usual cunning and clever nature. "My, what a successful prank! Trainer, you didn't mistake me for some British pony princess, did you?"

Gold Ship says, her signature sly smile still on her face. "It was totally worth going to all that trouble to borrow the curling iron from McQueen." She pushes up her sunglasses and smiles again. "But just in case you misunderstand, this whole outfit is mine. You've probably forgotten that I'm practically a Young Miss, haven't you? The 'Young Miss' of the Mejiro family."

「我想要幹炮。」她這麼對你說。

黃金船的不按牌理出牌是人盡皆知的事情，用些曖昧性的話語逗人也是她偶爾會做的事情，換作是平常，你應該會當她又在胡鬧，然後不動聲色地推開她。

但，她現在把你按在牆上，表情嚴肅。

這麼說要斷定黃金船的想法或許還是為之尚早，具體來說，不是留下微妙的距離，戲劇化而故作瀟灑的「壁咚」，她展現了馬娘才具備的怪力，單手把你按在牆上，豪不客氣地在你眼前宣告。她的表情沒有一絲笑意，也沒有試探，似乎只是顧慮著你才這樣僵持著。你能感覺到她的身體發燙，紅色決勝服緊緊勾勒出她的身體線條，燃燒般滾燙著。她的氣息同樣火熱又帶著水氣，極近地吹在你臉龐上，彷彿她下一刻就會伸出舌頭舔你的臉。她不會是發情了吧?

即便在這樣的情況下，黃金船的表情也不見一絲脆弱。她只是抿著嘴蹙眉，略為不耐地對著你瞪視，少了慵懶和氣的率性氣質，與平時判若兩人。

黃金船是個很捉摸不定的賽馬娘，個性上是如此，賽場上亦是如此，沒有幹勁時絲毫不能期待比賽跑出成績，心情好時，隨隨便便都能跑到前三，在速度上狠狠甩開對手，著名的「十二億日圓事件」發生的當下，所有人縱然驚愕，多半也只是「嘛，畢竟她是阿船嘛~」便放過了主事者的她。 所以，帶給黃金船認真比賽的動力非常重要，在她拿出成績時用力鼓勵她也是一樣的道理。她在這次的大獎賽中勇奪第一，你們約好要答應她任何一個請求，她要求要以她想要的方法好好度一次假。 明豔燦陽照耀的海邊，沙灘上被各色陽傘、野餐墊與戲水者裝點得五光十色，白沙、碧海與藍天共構出一幅美妙的景色。黃金船指定要和你一起來海邊度假，你一早就來到海邊等待她的身影，在你們會合前，你隨意地在當地漫步閒晃。

感覺以黃金船的個性會遲到很久，但你也沒打算催促她，正好可以自己遊玩打發時間。你漫不經心的窺望其他遊客，其中有不少以家庭或朋友團體為單位，更多的是兩人一組的情侶。你忽然感到背後被人輕輕點了一下，於是乎轉頭。

你的視線迎向一位身材高挑的美人，你毫不遲疑便能下結論。這位女性蓄著一頭豐沛的長髮，髮尾燙成貴氣與輕盈兼具的蓬鬆微卷，皮膚極為白皙，一點都不像日本人，卻同時極為細膩，被黑色的時尚泳裝襯托著，活脫像是Vogue雜誌走出來的封面女郎。她的前額上托著細金邊黑墨鏡，簡直是好萊塢明星的打扮，你忽然注意到沐浴在夏日金陽下，她的頭髮其實不是乍看之下的金色，而是閃亮的銀白，帶著點成熟性感的灰色透明感，然後，她的頭上是一對同色的馬耳。

你瞪大眼睛，在特雷森以外，你沒看過這麼漂亮的馬娘。你本能地分析起來，對方的手腳都非常修長，大腿十分健壯，沒有一絲贅肉的同時，體脂率看來也恰到好處，極為健康健美。一眼就能看出這位女性身家不凡，但這樣毛色的白髮十分罕見，難不成是堂堂目白家的哪位千金?那倒是能解釋她的脫俗。你緊急對比腦中的目白家譜，卻沒找到相符的人選。 白髮馬娘似乎對你的反應感到有趣，雍容地掩嘴，輕輕笑了幾聲，微微偏頭才向你開口，你完全確定，那姿態絕對可以在目白麥昆上看到。你不禁繃緊神經。

「失禮了。」她的嗓音清晰而不帶傲氣，讓你感到很親近。「我觀察了你一下，你好像對這裏很熟悉。愛爾蘭賽馬協會似乎和日本賽馬協會在這裡舉辦活動，你知道具體該去哪嗎?」她微笑著問。 你聽了再次心頭一驚。目白家的血緣就可以追溯到英國愛爾蘭。你想給這位馬娘貴婦一個好印象，但你根本不知道有這樣的國際活動，說到底，這位女性可能是受到了兩方的秘密邀請。你只好如實回答不知。 「原來如此，真是不好意思。那麼，我再去問別人好了。」她笑著向你道謝，惹得你一陣尷尬。她沒再多說便轉頭離開，步態優雅。你的目光情不自禁追著她的背影，數秒後才識相地轉回視線。你注意到她手裡握著一把造型複雜的大水槍，連這把紅色水槍都很有型。

你才轉身，猛烈的水柱就把你轟成落湯雞，你連鼻子都近水，還來不及咳嗽，就從背後被踢倒在地，猛力的向前滾了幾圈，才仰躺到地上。豔陽曬得你發昏，也或許是連續受了如此猛烈的攻擊所致。

一道黑影由上籠罩你，是剛剛的貴氣馬娘，此刻得意的咧嘴而笑，俯視正發愣的你，語氣也變回平常狡猾伶俐的本性。「天哪，整人大成功耶~訓練師，你該不會把我當成哪個英國來的馬娘大小姐了吧?」

黃金船如是說，她的臉上依舊掛著她的招牌賊笑。「特地去向麥坤借電捲棒真是太值得了。」她推了推頭上的太陽眼鏡，又笑了笑。「不過怕你誤會，這身行頭可都是我自己的。你大概都忘了我也算是半個大小姐吧?目白家的『大小姐』。」