Please excuse my...offspring - Air Groove and Rulership

Sex is addictive, though can be a very healthy addiction in the right context. With Air Groove it was equal parts addiction and pure pent up need. 19 years of nothing but maybe her own fingers when nights got really lonely. A few weeks ago she finally trusted—{obj}. 20 years ago she had trusted everything to someone, her body in every vulnerability. And the consequences of that left a permanent scar. And now that was being repeated but there were no consequences this time. Only love. Only repairing shattered heart. Everytime Groove was grabbed by her ass. Her time she was kissed be it her lips or her stretch marks. Everytime {user} looked at her like the Empress was a title that meant more than racing. That Air Groove was in all meanings {poss} Queen.

Tonight they were together. And Groove was starving for {obj}. For the past...however long they were together. But now even in Groove’s bedroom they had to move carefully. Rulership was home and she’d rather not have her daughter know what she was doing with her partner of 8 months. Even if said daughter was a grown woman.

She was on top now. Her hands planted firmly on the headboard of the bed and wall of bedroom as she rode {obj}. {Poss} face to be specifically. Fuck why does that tongue have to be so good. Even just laying there {user} is...hitting spots she didn’t know she had. Comparing to your ex is a taboo she knows well but shit...she’s close. Gasping moans coming from her mouth as she grinds her clit down on {user}’s nose. Her lips have been agape for some time now as she slumps against the cool wall panting. She pushes off, looking down and {user}’s eyes are on her. The way her tits are dangling, her face. All of her. Shes going to fucking lose it “Look at me.” She gasps and is met with immediate compliance, locking dead onto her eyes in a way that makes her shiver. Holy shit she’s right there, she’s right fuck-

“Mom. WiFi went out again.”

Rulership barges into the room. The light from the hallway bleeding into the bedroom. She’s staring at her phone, chewing on some gum and clearly not paying attention. Her ear twitches and Ruler looks up to realize the depths of her mistake. “Oh.”

Everything in Air Groove’s body is screaming at her to move. Flounder onto the bed and cover her and her lover up. But all her body agrees to do is tremble in place. “Rulership.” Her voice doesn’t fully have the typical authority but it’s still without a doubt commanding unflinching obedience. “I will fix it in a minute. Close the door.”

Ruler barely reacts, though her eyes are locked on the two in the bed her vision is thankfully unfocused. But her mother knocks her right back into consciousness. “Right uh y-yeah got it. Uh g-good job {user}—“ She squeaks, rushing out of her mom’s bedroom and slamming the door with a tailwind. Air Groove’s lets out a sigh but straightens back up as her daughter’s voice rings muffled through the house.“*Why the fuck did I say that?!”

Right. So now both mother and daughter want to curl up and die. And the slight squirming underneath her reminds the Empress that she’s currently suffocating and unwitting victim. She lifts her hips, sitting back on {user} collarbone basically. “I...” What does she even say? Apologize? Make a dry remark to break the tension? Pretend it didn’t happen? “I do not even know what to do.”

Contrary to popular belief Air Groove was a remarkably relaxed woman. She just suffered from the curse of “resting bitch face”. And a short temper...like a really short one. But there were things that could stress out anyone. Like taxes. She was 43 years old, this was a simple affair. But it felt like the cap end to the year’s stress. And way to get it all up in her head and out for the start of a new set of stress.

She had been staring at her laptop long enough. That and the house was quiet. Rulership wasn’t home, out with Rudolf for...well she didn’t exactly know when she would be back. Maybe it was too quiet. Her laptop read 2:37pm...okay one glass wouldn’t hurt. She wasn’t that much of a lightweight. Right?

——

{user} had received the text and immediately was a bit panicked.

[Come over] [hurry yupp]

Air Groove would be dead in the grave before she made a typo in a text message. So safe to say worry for {poss} girlfriend flooded {user}’s mind. Thankful she’d given {obj} a key by this point in their relationship.

She isn’t there. The only evidence of life is her opened laptop on the kitchen island and a...half empty wine glass.

“There you are. You came fast.” {user} whips {poss} head over and sees Air Groove, face a flush and perfect posture non existent. Maybe in her mind she sexily saunters over but all it is to {user} is the regal Enpress stumbling towards {obj}. “Hope you don’t cum fast in...in uh...I dunno know something clever.”

And then she kisses {obj}. No inhibition but also no technique. She wraps her arms around her neck as the flat of her tongue drags across {poss} lips and inside {poss} mouth. She pulls back and kisses lower. Chin and jawline. And then her seductive acts turn almost playful. Cupping {user}’s head and licking {poss} face with little flicks of her tongue. “Rulership isn’t home...”

The good thing about rarely getting drunk is Air Groove can immediately tell when she actually partook in the tonic. Her head is fucking heavy, and her eyes don’t really feel like cooperating even when they do open. It’s dark in her room and yet it still feels too bright. With a grumble she pushes herself up just a bit.

‘Ugh...I’m gonna throw up.’ She immediately regrets trying to sit up. Even if it was slow her body violently reacted to her trying to sit up. The covers slide off her and she feels the blankets brush against her skin. Her fully bare skin. Oh yeah...she is infamously frisky when she’s drunk. And looking over at {user} next to her still asleep she sees that yeah...they definitely had a night.

The Empress lays back down, resting her head on her arms just so she can admire her chosen one. She was surprised with herself. Nearly a full 20 years of abstinence and she uncorked that metaphorical bottle after a few months of dating {obj}. And damn it was good. {user} is good.

Even better than...

No.

The calm nirvana brought about by just enjoying the sight of {obj} is shattered. Just the thought of Takada in this context. A drunken night of passion that resulted in...him leaving. Obviously it wasn’t that same night. He played it up for a bit. Pretended to be happy, only to disappear the moment her body would start changing. When she needed him the most. No letter. No final goodbye. Just the cold dread that she would be alone.

And she fucking did it again. She got drunk, with her boyfriend and had sex, got knocked up 20 years ago. It was all going to happen again. She was only 43, yet to go through menopause she could still...

Another violent lurch in her stoamch. This time it’s for real. She turns around quickly, reaching for the trash can just in time as she expels into it. Gagging then fully vomiting.

“Oh...n-no no...”

Air Groove was still hesitant about {user} it was hard not to be even with everything that’s happened.

She can’t exactly say that shes let {obj} see her at her lowest. There had been bad moments, really low. But nothing will ever be as bad when Takada left. And hopefully never will. But still {user} has seen her drunk, seen her arguing with Ruler....fucking hell Ruler. If there was one thing to convince her that she had made a good decision in a partner it was the way {sub} had interacted with her daughter.

Ruler was a brat. For so long she had treated {user} with nothing but attitude. And yet eventually with patience and gentleness, respecting her distance {sub} had opened up her walls. And Rulership had accepted {obj} as her mom’s partner. Not simply of course. It had to happen from a very...long night.

Out on the balcony, under the moon and stars. Mother and daughter had finally let it all out. Every single cooped up thought. All the fear, all the guilt. And {user} awkwardly sat there as the two umamusume talked. Cried. And hugged.

And the results were good.

Air Groove watched, her chin resting on Rulership’s head. The girl was sat on the kitchen island next to {user}, busy on Groove’s laptop. After that conversation the other night this little depressed funk Ruler had found herself in was dead and gone. And so she was working on her scholarship to Tracen Academy. Her scholarship was hopefully still valid and even if it wasn’t...a healthy bit of nepotism might’ve been in the cards.

The last bit of paperwork was finished up and submitted and Groove smiled widely. Leaning down and kissing the crown of her daughter’s head. Right between her ears. “Good job.”

Ruler shivers in on herself, totally ruining her tough gamer girl aura. “Th-Thanks mama.” She blushes, glancing over to {user} and offering a silent thanks to {obj} too.

Groove unwraps herself from her daughter. And gives her another kiss to the temple. And then another to her cheek. And another and another until Ruler was flailing and giggling. “Mama! M-Mama stop that tickles!”

Eventually the Empress finds some mercy and relents from her daughter. “Celebratory dinner. Anywhere the third empress wants.”

Dangit she’s just going to keep being made to blush by her mom. “I-I’m not an Empress yet.”

“Yet.”

Ruler rolls her eyes, rubbing her hands together as she stands. “Walked right into that one. Glaze me more though.”

Before they can decide on dinner there’s a knock at the door. {user} goes to answer it and when it opens well—it leaves mother and daughter stunned.

Almost a full 20 fucking years. And she still knows him the second Air Groove sees her. Takada. Her ex. The father of her daughter...the person who ran away faster than any umamusume.

And Rulership. She never saw a picture of him. And yet...it’s her dad. Her blood. Even if she has no resemblance to him—she can just see it.

His mere presence leaving both of them frozen and stunned.

“Groovy...you look good.” He murmurs, taking in the added bit of thickness. Not truly caring as he steps inside. “Who’s this?” His eyes fall to {user} first, stranger, unknown, threat maybe. But then they slide over to Ruler. “She really looks just like you.” It doesn’t sit well with Groove, how his first address to his daughter in physical form is a comment to her fucking mother and not the young woman herself. ...Does he even know her name?

A half empty wine glass sat on the coffee table.

Which...meant Air Groove was shit faced.

“Mhm, you smell good.” Air Groove’s breath smelled of the titular fermentation. Though she was nuzzling against {user}’s neck, arms loosely wrapped around it. She was sat in {poss} lap, by all means technically. Clumsily draped over {ovj} as they sat on the couch properly. “Taste-y good too~” She giggles as her tongue licks a thick strip across the sensitive skin.

“Ew mom!” Rulership was...also on the couch. Sat sideways with her legs partially dangling over the edge. Why she was down here in the living room and not huddled up in one of her two gaming caves {user} would never know but something on her phone had her enamored enough to keep her occupied. Until her mouth started behaving. “Don’t lick {obj} in front of me. D-Don’t lick {obj} period!”

If the words of her daughter reached Air Groove’s ears she doesn’t react. Instead her left hand comes up to begin caressing {user}’s face. Letting little licks dot {poss} other cheek. “Oh my God I’m gonna vomit.” And yet Ruler makes no move to leave.

“I like snuggling you, you’re warm. Used to snuggle with Ruler like this. When she was little.” The drunken giggles due in her throat as her mind even inebriated recalls the memories. Now with hindsight being solemn. She wraps her arms and legs around {user} tightly, almost to the point of hurting. “I would’ve held even harder if I knew she’d hate me!”

Ruler blushes, but her ears twitch. She doesn’t hate her, never really has except for when she gets grounded.

“M-Mama I’m right-“

Air Groove lets out a drunken sob, a bit over dramatic but that’s kinda drunk people’s thing.

“It’s all my fault. I’m the worst mama, couldn’t even pick the right dad for her.” Ruler looks like she’s just been stabbed. For so—so long now she’s seen her mother’s face drop at the mere mention of any father figure. Let alone her biological one. A man that her heart had belonged to. Driven away because Ruler decided to be born. Hell not even that, just be conceived. “...Made her...give up. I gave her every opportunity but I...I pushed too hard and made it all seem too big.”

The Empress, Groove’s mother was first to call it. She was harsh, uncompromising, twice as much as Air Groove ever was. For a while it divided them. And her mother respected that distance. But when she got pregnant and her world fell apart she was right there, the whole time. And when Groove held Rulership, when her eyes met another tiny set that were identical to hers...she fell in love again. And understood what her mother had thought her whole life. It didn’t excuse the tears, the sleepless nights, the constant underlying feeling that no matter what Groove did she was never good enough. But it framed it, gave it logic and gave her the cause to ensure Rulership would never feel that way. Even now, she’s still that little baby—a grown woman who can make her own choices but a baby to Dyna. It’s just a shame that Groove could only show motherly love the way she was taught to.

“And I know what I have to do but everytime I look at her she just...” Shes just the little baby, the one who Groove nearly lost it over when she realized she’d failed to provide a stable home with a mother and a father. That little baby who can never see her mom be weak, be an actual person. Groove’s foot sprawls out, making contact with her daughter’s thigh. But she doesn’t notice. Doesn’t notice how Rulership is currently trying very hard to focus on the phone that is trembling in her hands. “Why is it so hard!? I know what to do and I just can’t! I’m failing my baby! My only baby!”

The beach, was simultaneously a great idea for Air Groove to take {user} and the absolute worse place she could’ve chosen. On the one hand, Rulership was still not very cordial with {obj}. More like a bratty teenager with major ‘you’re not my dad’ energy. Ruler didn’t enjoy outdoor...anything. Besides running and even then she had to be in a mood. With the sole exception of swimming. She adored the water anytime and anyday really.

So it was a chance to have her daughter not just get some outdoor enrichment but also to maybe be in a good enough mood to bond with {user}.

Then there was an issue...beaches meant bathing suits. Bathing suits meant showing skin. Showing skin meant...stretch marks...and cellulite. But Groove had made sacrifices for her baby before. Besides the open backed one piece covered all of her stomach. Her thighs and ass were a lost cause but she most of her stretch marks are localized around the belly so it was mostly fine...mostly. She had a shawl tied around her waist for a reason.

Ruler is still brooding as they walk down the sand to a spot. Not having the issue of bodily insecurity like her mother, she’s showing it all off in a bikini. Head covered by an uma-sunhat with her ears poking through the top.

“Well, now that we’re set up I’m...going to go get a drink.” Groove mouth is dry and yes she’s using the heat as an excuse, nervous is too gentle a word for how she feels right now. They haven’t had sex at this point, she’s barely let herself be touched below the belt even when wearing pants. “Do you want anything?”

“Soda.” Ruler grumbles, sitting back on her palm as she keeps scrolling on her phone. “Right um...okay.” Groove turns and walks, pulling the shawl tighter around her waist hoping above all that no one can see through it.

“Hey.” {user} was too focused on the awkward silence to notice that Rulership had broken it once the two were alone.* “Yes you dumbass. Look I’m not saying I like you or anything but...tell my mom she’s pretty.”

Ruler blushes, not looking up from her phone for even a second. {user} is still just sort of confused she is consciously talking to them. Like of her own free will. Unprompted. And giving advice at that.

“You heard me! Look she’s doesn’t like to talk about it but she’s...insecure. Y’know, pregnancy and all that? Changes the body, really hasn’t fully recovered or whatever.” God she just wants her mom to come back so she can run off into the water. It’s not like Air Groove is exactly talking to her daughter about her insecurities. But Ruler sees more than the Empress thinks, kids kinda do that in general. How she looks down at her body in disappointment sometimes. How Ruler catches her looking at her own butt in the mirror, like she’s trying to will it back to being that of a 20 year old athlete again.

To Ruler it’s...just another thing she took from her mom. And she wants her happy. Even if she has to take a hit to her own pride for it. “I’m not sayin tell her she’s bad as hell just say she looks nice you fuck!” Oh thank God her mom is coming back. She set up the shot, if {user} airballs this shit it ain’t her fault. Ruler might even like drown {obj} in that case.

Groove comes over and hands her daughter a can, one to {user} and sits down next to her partner.

If Rulership ever heard her mom say “You need to get outside” one more time she was going to scream, and die. And scream more. Actually she might just die right now.

Why did they have to live in Japan? Why couldn’t they live somewhere with dry heat like Mongolia or something? Did they have dry heat...probably. Ruler didn’t know. But no she has to be out here in the dead of humid tropical summer. In the dirt. And it was sticking to her skin cause she’s sweating in places sweat doesn’t belong.

And in an untouched sense, Ruler wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Cause she’s spending time with her mother. Oh and {user}. Ever since Ruler was little, even when motherhood and loneliness consumed the Empress Groove was always happy knee deep in flowerbeds and weeds. Something that Ruler obviously didn’t share. But hey now that she was sufficiently out of her funk and set to start Tracen next semester she might as well get a new experience in. (And the two want to spend as much quality time together as possible but, shh. That part is a poorly kept secret.)

“Mama why don’t you make {user} do this stuff?” Even if she’s having fun Ruler is a whiner at heart. She gets those dramatics from...somewhere.

“You need to get experience.”

“I’m not a dirt runner mama.”

Groove’s eye twitched in annoyance as she looks up from her work to the same ass she raised. “You know what I met. Heat, sweat, that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Unless you intend to only run in the winter little lady you need to get used to this.” All that fair point earned Groove was an eye roll and a groan. And {user} a burning side eye as {sub} relaxed on the patio watching the two. Also looking over some of Ruler’s forms.

Ruler lifts up the dead weed and pulls its root deep from the ground. Picking up a lot of dirt and with it the life teeming under. A 6 legged and rotund bit of life.

“Beetle! Mom! Mama, Beetle!” One thing Ruler certainly inherited from her mother was the fear and pure disgust of insects. Yet this is a beetle. Ladybugs are beetles, and Groove famously loves those. So this will simply be no different right?

“C-Calm down it’s just a bug. A big, wriggly...squirming...” Groove’s tried to be brave for her daughter, she really did. But the sight of it—even if large than the average creepy crawly was just too much. It’s twitchy movements and general just—weirdness! The two umamusume step back, clinging to each other as Groove shouts over to the person she was just saying should be enjoying relaxing. “{user} get rid of it!”

Evening has fallen but with it comes the need for food. Quite literally for as long as Rulership could remember Air Groove cooked. Every meal, with the very rare exception. Even during holidays, even when guests that liked cooking were over. Occasionally Rudolf or Admire got to get in the kitchen but that was rare.

Point is it’s odd to Ruler seeing her mother give the reigns over. But on that token it was weird to Air Groove to see her daughter...you know out and down in the dining room. The duo watching {user} prepare dinner. Some fancy at home noodle recipe {sub} had learned from {poss} family.

“I’m surprised you’re letting someone else cook dinner.” Rulership, rattled her fingers against the table. Her phone was charging, literally the only reason she wasn’t on a screen right now. But damn she was bored.

“And I’m surprised you’re eating at the table with us.” Ruler liked to take her plate back to her bedroom, and/or the basement.

“My friends aren’t online so I guess I can actually sit around with you entities.” A fucking raid or ranked grinding or hell even just grinding her gachas sounds way better right now but fuck it.

Ruler stays in her slanted seating position as {user} brings the food over. Maybe they were just trying to earn bookoo points with her by giving her a plate first but whatever.

“Thank you honey.” Groove gives her partner a look that would likely make Ruler gag if she wasn’t already nose deep in her meal.

Ruler is a brat at times but she was still raised properly. Waiting until {user} actually sits to show her gratitude.

“Thanks dad.” Earnest, and honest as she was more attentive to her food than what she’d just said.

The trio sits and begins to eat. Maybe the food activates everyone’s memories as it isn’t until everyone has taken a bite that it fully sets in what the fuck was just said.

And this winter break marked the end of her second calendar year at Tracen. So far she had more than earned the Empress title, doing what every parent hopes their child can do. Surpass them. Air Groove had done it had done it with her mother. And now Rulership had done it with her. Though realistically the title itself wouldn’t be given to her until she graduated at the earliest. But God Air Groove loved seeing her baby now as a classic year student. She was more confident in her skin but also just in general. She’d met her friends when her and {user} visited Tracen or attended Ruler’s races. And yet the now 20 year old never lost what made her, Rulership.

The current Empress was unsurprisingly the first awake. December 25th. She remembered the days when that wasn’t the case though. An excited little Rulership jumping on her chest or pulling on her arm before the sun had even come up. Her little lady. Little brat as well. But Air Groove was about to make herself cry before anyone had woken up.

{user} comes down next, giving her a kiss good morning with wishes of Merry Christmas. And Ruler comes down looking like a zombie as per usual. “Hello Empress~” That just gets her a low groan as her daughter walks over and “hugs” her by just pressing her face against her. “Me’ry Crizmas.”

Air Groove doesn’t allow any gift opening until she’s made Christmas breakfast. Stockings are okay but it isn’t until they’re all fed and properly awake that they sit around the living and can begin.

“This may not be as special as when you were a child. Mainly because you can buy everything you want now but I tried my best.” Rulership could be a demon child when it came to responsibility but she was always grateful for anything her mom had ever given her. Especially nowadays what with the two being more honest with each other about their feelings and fears.

Groove is eager to get into things. As always she’ll be hosting the Christmas party later tonight and would like to get started on preparing dinner. She reaches over for her first box but Ruler chirps up. “Uh m-mom I wanna go first.”

She certainly wasn’t expecting that. “Oh...okay go ahead.” It was a surprising bit of initiative from her but what was even more surprising was that the gift was for {user}. Not that Groove was jealous of course. This was the two’s third Christmas with {obj}. It’s a box, and when {user} opens it there’s a lot of tissue paper to get through.

“Well seeing as neither of you are gonna propose and it’s been almost three years I thought I should step in.” Rulership pushes her mom to sit closer to {user} on the couch. Just so she can see what’s in the box too. And it catches her breath, tears forming in her eyes immediately.

It’s overtly childish. Big bold words at the header of the papers

Will You Adopt Me?

“Filled ‘em out myself. Mom didn’t know I was doin this. Probably why her eyes are wider than a shutter door right now.” Each paper was basically filled out fully. She needed some help of course which was covertly gotten from her mother. Air Groove puts the pieces together. A month or so ago, Ruler calling her and asking questions about {user}. Under the guise of needing a second emergency contact form at Tracen. Realistically she should’ve been able to put two and two together. Why wouldn’t she just put down Admire or Rudolf.

Rulership put herself in this situation, two people just looking at her with those stupid big affectionate faces and tears.

“Sh-Shut up. Look I’m 20 it’s just a formality but like...if you don’t mind I...I wouldn’t mind finally having two parents.”

“You deserve to be happy Groove.”

“Sweetheart are you going to stay alone for the rest of your life.”

“Mom seriously are you just never going to date again?”

“I’m not going to make a pun. Get out there and go out on a date. Now.”

Her sister, her father, her daughter and her infuriating best friend. All concur on one course of action. Air Groove needs a date. She can be a hard woman, an Empress of Ice. But in truth she’s a social person, thriving around people. For someone like that to be single well—it’s doable but it’s not ideal.

So she caved. Basically being peer pressured into this but she did have to admit it felt nice to doll herself up a bit. Going harder on the typical eye makeup, and squeezing herself in a dress that she...did not enjoy how it fit her nowadays. But she was here. Online dating for single mothers was a mixed bag, at least when it came to finding something real. Permanent. She could find hookups out the ass but that’s not what Air Groove needed or wanted.

Luckily she found {user}. Groove picked the restaurant, which given her bank statements was...fancy. Not stuffy God no she hated that environment but high brow most definitely.

Conversation started out nice. In that overly cordial way. She enjoyed {poss} physical appearance. But it was all so robotic at first. Both parties waiting for the other to lead or to fumble their way accidentally into real human talk.

Air Groove giggled at the last remark {user} made, taking in a soft breath. “I will be brutally honest. I have not been on a date in nearly 20 years. I’ve...been disposed with raising my daughter as you could imagine. So I apologize if I’m out of practice.”

A slightly louder laugh came from Groove. An acknowledgment of her own awkwardness and a good topic to get the ball rolling. They could start with her daughter and maybe move into family as a whole or careers or passions or anything really.

“And she does that a lot. Like just migrates between upstairs and the basement with occasional stops in the kitchen or bathroom.” Groove didn’t really notice that she’d still been talking about Rulership. Long enough that drinks were here. Handy since her throat was getting dry.

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“She has such a smart mouth. And more than for cursing...well she does curse but I mean. She likes puns, learned them from her Godmother. I can’t stand it.” Groove circles the rim of her appetizer with her finger. She’s a bit hungry but is too lost in her talking to want to break for eating.

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“And you would think that with all the time she spends on her technology she’d be good at it but I’m the one fixing any technical problems. I’m lucky if she can even restart the router.” The entrees were here, the waiter had also noticed the fiasco. Air Groove hadn’t gotten overly loud or anything. He just noticed each time he came back to the table the umamusume seemed to be blabbering about the same daughter while her date just listened.

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“I...she’s my world. My everything. When her father left I thought my life was over and then they put that baby in my hands and...I can’t even describe the feeling. You ever have that? Just...falling in love with something just by looking at it?”

She looks up to her date...and it sets in. The time. 40 minutes. 40 minutes straight of her just talking. Drinking, occasionally eating. But just blabbering, about one subject. One thing. Her daughter. All the while leaving no room for {user}’s input.

First date in nearly two decades and she fucking blew it. With any luck she can save her dignity by just paying for the meal and saying something nice about the time here.