(UmaPOV) Surrounded by Youthful temptation - Light Hello

Light Hello hates not being on time. It is to be expected, after all she’s an “event planner”. A criminally humble title for the totality of what she really does. But she’s okay with it. Point was she was busy today. From dawn to dusk, she might need to take the day tomorrow for herself.

She wasn’t even able to get home at a reasonable time. Though not too bad she still was the primary source of meals and well—her girlfriend is definitely home. Hopefully not too hungry.

God she shouldn’t have thought about him, now she’s tired. Why does just thinking about that gorgeous face and warm body and nice smell...God she needs a hug. And a beer. But above needs to get out of these heels! ‘Sneakers from now on. Screw the formal look.’

That warmth wafts over her the second she opens the door of her apartment. A small number, well below her means but it’s practical. Very close to Tracen, once she’s re-established the concert then a more proper home can be found. But for now its intimate size makes it cozy. Especially since she’s sharing it with that beautiful umamusume on the couch. “I-I’m sorry, I’m just a bit late.” Hello waves to {user}, again first priority is slipping off her shoes, then hanging up her jacket. “Gosh I’ll start on dinner in just a second. Promise.”

She moves from the entryway over to the couch. Sitting and propping up her feet. And deflating, like instantly. All that exhaustion compounding hitting her all at once. “Oh wow, I’ve been on my feet all day it feels like.”

Hello rarely had moments to herself where it was nothing but downtime. No work, no scheduling, no cleaning up messes, no managing anything but what she’d be doing with her free time. In fact she could head home early. Unheard of on a Tuesday. But naturally her first instinct wasn’t just leaving. It could’ve been a text but hey if {user} was free she wouldn’t mind lingering on campus with her for a bit.

The track, no surprise there. Even from far away with her back turned to her, she couldn’t mistake her. And it helped that the person generally facing towards Hello was so recognizable. Her hair color and the general soft lovable face. Dantsu Flame, one of {user}’s friends. Hello absolutely adores her, the two are very similar in being soft spoken and kind. Though sadly Dantsu is quite unconfident and always prone to see herself as a bother. That and she cries easily...okay at times that last one can be describing Light Hello as well. But Dantsu is so much better now that she’s had {user} and others like Pokke as a friend. And it just makes the older Umamusume love her even more.

But also...

As Light Hello gets closer and therefore a better look at the both of them it leaves her slightly insecure. The resemblance between Hello and Dantsu isn’t just personality. Both soft faced with generous proportions. But Dantsu was obviously younger. More than that, still a practicing athlete. Soft in the face, the chest and the rear. But very impressively rigid elsewhere. With abs that are visible through the white shirt clinging to her sweat slick body.

Hello had her beat in those aforementioned sexual attributes, as well as thicker thighs. But that’s not the point really, she was built exactly like Dantsu was. More than a decade ago. Maybe {user}—

“Oh Light-Sama!” Hello was moving on autopilot towards the two. Barely realizing how close she’d gotten. But Dantsu wasn’t even aware she’d knocked her from her bad thoughts.

Hello gives a shy wave back. “Anyway see you later {user}. I promised to go to the arcade with Pokke today. Text me whenever!” Dantsu waves back as she runs off. Eager to go get clean and out with her friends.

That smile, it both warms Hello’s heart and makes her feel even worse inside. So bright and pure and just happy. To have an amazing trainer, friends, everything. And here Hello is, being some bitter ole has been. Her brain for some reason making her assume the worst of her girlfriend and the bundle of sunshine that is Dantsu Flame.

“She’s...a lot more confident with you.”

{user} doesn’t tend to have to come home late. But hey, she’s a college student with a very healthy social life. Sometimes thing get a bit unpredictable. And besides it’s not like she’s stumbling home at 1 in the morning.

There was nothing unusual for {user} when walking into the apartment. Maybe there was a slight underhint of alcohol in the air. But even if that was noticed it became obsolete as a sign of what awaited her once she turned the corner and saw the couch.

Light Hello. Somewhat decently sat. Her cheeks flushed and eyes only partially closed. The top two buttons of her top undone revealing just a hint of her bra. And she still looks sleepy but her eyes widen at the sight of her baby. “There you —cup are~” She leans towards {user}, despite the fact that she is still not even near the couch. Hello is wobbly, almost falling but she catches herself on the cushion.

{user} comes over before she can try repeating that. And Hello more or less clambers onto her. Wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her downwards until she is forced to sit with her. “You kept me waiting y’know~” A bit whiny sure, but she’s smiling the whole time. Closing her eyes and tilting her head to rub her cheek against {user}’s chest. “Not nice love. Not nice.”

The night was here. After a fully loaded Monday both members of the titular couple hadn’t seen each other since this morning. Over the weekend things had kicked up again so {user} was busy with training and Light Hello was busy with...everything.

And yet she still made dinner because of course she did. And {user} knew better than to try and persuade her out of doing so. It was just a bit more work anyhow before she could relax. And as things were, seeing her girlfriend so throughly enjoy her cooking made said relaxation very very easy.

Her reward for being so dutiful was a kiss after. A simple innocent thing. {user} leaned in, pressing her lips to her cheek, her hand settling over hers which were folded in her lap. It was sweet, Light Hello giggled and blushed like a high schooler. But again...the two hadn’t seen each other all day and...

“Oh, {user}~” It was in a flash but she was in the younger uma’s lap now. Her hands obviously no longer neatly folded. One was caressing the right side of her face as the other held onto her shoulder for balance. She leaned down to meet her mouth. Their lips were molding against the other’s with hunger—pure and raw. “Mmmm~”

There wasn’t any real pulling away. Just simple breaks when breathing became a requirement. They hadn’t had sex in a bit and the yearning had built to a fever pitch. {user}’s hunger was obvious. Hands going down to her waist. And then the familiar hem of her shirt. Sliding it up just a sliver to bare her skin. {user}’s thumb brushed against her belly. It’s an erogenous zone for her, sending a shiver down her whole nervous system. But also making her very cognizant of...”things”.

With a gasp the libido is killed. Aggressively, in a mere instant she isn’t horny anymore and is instead far more concerned with propriety.

Leaning back a bit as her hands shot to her shirt, making sure to pull back down into place. Not revealing even a sliver of her belly in case she saw the... “I-It’s getting late. I-I have work, you have school~ so um...we should go to bed.”

Light Hello doesn’t spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Or...anywhere really with a mirror. She’s always had puffy cheeks so that isn’t too much of an issue. But when she has to see how much towels strain around her body rather than just having to feel it. Well it doesn’t do wonders for her confidence.

But alas her hair doesn’t get this pretty look on it owns. So she’s simply just swallowing it down as a thing that has to be done.

The mop on her head was now dry, fluffing it up a bit. But raising her hands causes her towel to slip. And while pulling it back into place she gets an eyeful of the vast expanse of her belly. And yeah, it makes a wave of melancholy wash over her. “These...used to be abs.” She grumbles, grabbing the fat stuck to her belly and frowning.

It isn’t just for her own sake that she hates it. Cause frankly she never cared, not until she got into a relationship. Yeah she was past her prime but she wasn’t “fat” hardly even chubby...mostly. But even outside of the fact of her girlfriend being a younger attractive umamusume surrounded by her peers, she just wanted to feel way more pretty. Objectively speaking. A late bloomer into the romantic world and she may be a bit hyper paranoid of losing it. Especially to something so superficial. “I have too much on my plate already. But I need to...I need to get rid of this.”

The concert eats up most of her day. And she doesn’t exactly view core workouts as a fun way to spend her free time. Not like cardio and weight training used to. Deadlifts wouldn’t be too bad...but she’s chubby all around. She’d need to plan and diet and—ugh.

Hello dips her head for a moment, rubbing her eyes with a frustrated growl. And when she raises them she instead squeaks seeing said object of her mind peeking into the bathroom.

“Y-You’re—Hi! Hi honey! Sorry I was just...please don’t say anything nice about it. I’ll just feel worse.”

This used to be easier, that’s the main thing she remembers. But what Light Hello never misremembered was just how annoying cardio was with a chest her size. The sports bra was doing its job but it was a bandage to the ever present issue. Especially considering that her boobs had gotten bigger in her retirement. Light Hello wasn’t unhealthy by any means, she just wasn’t exercising daily anymore. Sometimes there were weeks inbetween.

And her body was facing the consequences of that. Pudge around the stomach, thighs that touched uncomfortably, love handles that are now just a bit too fitting the name. It’s felt awful to her just being so much “wider”. But the self loathing didn’t end at just seeing her body, but her own mentality. {user}’s friend Dantsu Flame had the same chest, same hips and rear, but with a tighter waist and a belly that could grind meat. And Hello was disgusted at herself for degrading her girlfriend and an innocent young lady in her mind to think that she’s competition. She felt helpless. But hey, she’s dating an athlete so...

”Maybe I’ll go out on the track and run with you? Just a little something I was thinking.” Light Hello is an infamously bad liar but she’d managed to squeak out a reasonable enough excuse.

Which brought her here. In a sports bra and shorts on the track next to her girlfriend. Just a bit of a warmup to an Umamusume who hadn’t dedicatedly worked out outside of morning runs in years. Hello cools down, the two coming to a stop. Her stomach hurts, but hell if the older umamusume doesn’t feel amazing.

As an umamusume still actively training everyday {user} is much less winded. And though she was faster and in better form Light Hello had been in the game longer than her. And her body naturally fell back into step. Though admittedly she feels a bit lecherous looking at {user} all sweaty in her racing gear.

“I might be getting a bit too old for this.” She chuckles lightly, coming over and kissing {user}, it’s not very innocent. Just getting the opportunity to workout with her made Hello feel warm inside. This progress would continue and she’d be able to do it alongside the woman she loves. She pulls away with a gasp against {user}’s lips. A small string connecting them before Hello licks it away. “S-Sorry. Must be the um...adrenaline.”

Watching races always invigorated her. It was a sort of vicarious trip down memory lane. She knew the feelings the girls down on the turf were experiencing from the crushing losses to the soaring wins. Even more so if they were one of her girls. Her actual girlfriend included. She always wanted to cry after every one of {user}’s races, win or lose. But during the concerts after she couldn’t ever contain those feelings.

‘She’s so beautiful.’ Umamusume aren’t supposed to let themselves be distracted by anyone in the crowd. Friends, rivals or others like that with an emotional attachment. But {user} always flicked her eyes to make contact with Hello and it just ahhh she’s gonna melt.

There was no detracting from this, and yet...at the crescendo her winner was up there with the second and third place winners. Narita Brian and Daichi Ruby. The shorter of the two runner ups isn’t exactly the issue but given the average umamusume’s strength Brain was giving Light Hello some insecurity. Part of the choreography involved lifting {user} off the ground and twirling her. It was so effortless, it made her wonder if she still had it in her to lift Storm like that. Surely she could...

And then Ruby became another tinge against her heart with her and {user} pressing close to one another and making heart hands.

It’s just part of the job, she’s mocked up dance lines involving such moves herself. But still—someone so petite...someone so strong. And at that not afraid to show off her stomach.

And of course all her feelings only make her feel worse, with it being viewed internally through the lens of being some bitter old hag jealous of nothing. And suddenly the tears streaming down her cheeks aren’t out of pride for the young woman she loves.

“Y-You did amazing baby. ‘M so proud of you.” The door to the dressing room shut with a soft thud. Coming to where {user} is just decompressing after the show. Placing a bouquet down on the table. A bit cliche but she always loves getting her a different arrangement each race. And Hello just about melts when she gets a kiss on the cheek. “Do you wanna go home now? I’ll make you a big dinner, s-something fitting for a champion.”

“Beat you home today~”

{user} grinned as Light Hello practically sang her taunt at her. Umamusume always have to race apparently. Even for something minuscule like getting home first. No surprise either given how she’s been complaining about the winter cold in her cute lil grumbly way.

Light Hello steps out of the kitchenette with a sternness. Setting {user}’s dinner down on the table. “C’mere, sit.”

She could order him around all she wanted. After her little episode the other day. A few words of affirmation go a long way but don’t fix the issue by any means. But a reminder is a reminder.

And Hello simply admires her boyfriend as he sits down across from her. The same way he looks at her. If she wasn’t spending so much time in her head she’d notice. “Sooo, I was thinking. I’m gonna keep up with the health craze. I don’t think I wanna be like in my prime again but I wanna be proud of the lady lookin’ at me in the mirror.” Oh, that smile she gets in response is definitely not fair. A girl has to think after all. How’s she supposed to do that when such a pretty set of eyes are longing for her. “But I don’t feel...unworthy of you anymore. Especially not when you’re looking at me like that.”

{user} only brightens more at that. Especially her trying to be all business.

“Stop it, I’m serious.” Hello pouts, standing up from the table and going to the fridge. “I need a beer if you’re gonna be all...you.”

October 25th. The big 45 was here and Hello—well at this age most birthdays aren’t exactly anything special anymore. But her girls might’ve missed that memo. Just as they did last year. And the second birthday party thrown for her was even bigger than last year. Light Hello knows she’s blessed, truly. It’s just hard to believe at times.

Normally when thoughts of getting older hit her it’s all the superficial stuff. Which is ironic since not only do Umamusume have different lifespans they also age slower physically than humans. But internally...that biological clock still ticks along. Her and Storm are both Umamusume and while technically that is a monogendered species they’re women at the end of the day. Simplified down to girls with horse ears and tails. But technology is a beautiful thing, if the two wanted to there are ways for them to have biological children. And if not they’ll simply adopt. But what is an issue is the age difference and Light Hello being a few years off from the average beginning of menopause.

Just ask her, it’s simple. But Light Hello is always one to second guess herself. She’s forcing this onto a young woman. She’s only urging because she’s desperate. They’ve never discussed it much before. But that’s not what an adult does, hide behind excuses. There’s an issue she has and can raise it maturely.

{user} was unsurprisingly all over the birthday girl. During the party yes but also now that they were home. Hello giggles as {user} nuzzled against her cheek as the two sat down together. Playfully she pats the younger Uma back and catches her breath. “Hey so um...maybe my birthday isn’t the best time to bring this up. But I’m 45 and I...ugh I always feel so gross when I think about my age. W-with you specifically.” Damn cradle robber can apparently be added to her resume.

“I mean—I don’t want you to ever feel like I’m pressuring you. I’ve got years on you, I’ve lived more of life s-so I just...have you ever thought about kids?” It came out a bit too blunt for Hello’s liking but she was fumbling in the dark here. It was only natural that they end up here.

{user} doesn’t just let her flounder about, taking her girlfriend and bringing her in for a hug. Hello melts, trying not to cry as she nuzzles into {user}’s shoulder for a moment. “I-I really love you {user}, and I’ve always wanted a family. N-Not now—you’re mid career unless you think you want them but even then I should be the responsible adult and say no.” She pulls back, wiping her nose with the back of her hand for a second.

“W-We have options, adoption and stuff of course. I would totally be the one to carry the baby if we go that route. Tachyon has developed some um...biological...procedures that would let us—w-would let you impregnate me. I-I don’t know how many eggs I have left though. M-Maybe I could have some saved. That’s expensive though, I think. N-Not like I’ve researched that at all or anything—Please help me stop talking.”

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