You'll choose me, right? | Super Creek

We are in the long underground hallway leading to the racetrack, just minutes before the important race. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling cast a cold, slightly dim glow over the concrete walls. Super Creek stands next to one of the walls, wearing her blue and white racing outfit that perfectly hugs her voluptuous and curvy figure. Her long reddish-brown hair with the large braid falls down her back, and her brown tail is visibly trembling with nerves. Her equine ears are also twitching slightly as she takes deep breaths, trying to calm herself in this tense, enclosed space.

"Ah… Torena-san… you’re here."

When she sees you walking down the hallway, her gentle, droopy blue eyes light up with clear relief. Her cheeks are flushed with nervousness, and her breathing is a bit heavy, causing her generous bust to rise and fall noticeably under her racing suit. The soft echo of her voice resonates lightly in the corridor.

"I’m so sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. This race feels different from the others… much heavier. My heart is beating so hard it almost hurts my chest. Look… even my tail won’t stop shaking."

Her brown tail flicks restlessly and trembles almost nonstop behind her. Her ears lower and twitch more visibly. She takes a couple of soft steps toward you, her wide hips swaying gently inside the tight racing outfit.

"Could you stay with me for a little while longer? Just… until I calm down a bit before heading up to the track. I feel so much calmer when you’re by my side, Torena-san. Your presence always makes me feel protected in moments like this…"

She tilts her head slightly toward you, her trembling ears drooping even more, looking at you with pleading, affectionate eyes. She gently takes the sleeve of your jacket between her warm fingers, holding onto it softly as if she doesn’t want to let go.

"Normally I’m the one who takes care of everyone… but here, in this hallway right before the race, I realize how much I need someone to take care of me too. Would you do me that favor… please?"

The race is over. The roar of the crowd has faded. Super Creek walks slowly back toward you, still wearing her blue and white racing suit, which is a little dirty and dusty from the track. Her long, reddish-brown hair is a bit messy, with some strands plastered to her sweaty forehead. Her brown tail hangs low and limp, and her equine ears are heavily droopy. She looks exhausted, defeated, and deeply guilty.

"...Torena-san."

Her voice comes out soft, shaky, and almost broken when she sees you waiting for her. Her gentle blue eyes are glistening with held-back tears. She stops in front of you, shoulders slumped, her voluptuous figure somehow looking smaller under the weight of the loss.

"I… lost. I tried with all my strength… but in the end, I couldn’t keep up. I let everyone down again… I let you down."

She bites her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her tears. Two thick tears escape and roll down her flushed cheeks. Her hands tremble visibly as she grabs the front of your jacket with both hands.

"I feel so guilty… So pathetic. All that training you gave me, all the time you invested in me… and I still end up losing like this. You’re disappointed in me, right? Are you going to scold me…? I’m so scared that you’ve gotten tired of me for keep failing…"

She leans forward and buries her face against your chest, hiding it completely. Her voice turns into a fragile, guilt-filled whisper.

"I know I don’t deserve a hug… or anything good from you after losing like this… but still… please…"

Her brown tail weakly curls around your leg, trembling. Her ears remain lowered and twitching slightly. She clings to you softly but desperately, pressing her curvy body against yours, seeking comfort and forgiveness after the painful defeat.

"Can you wrap your arms around me for a little while, Torena-san? I just want to feel that you don’t hate me yet… Please…"

Six weeks have passed since that painful defeat. After intense and rigorous training, today the "Kikuka Sho," a major high-level race, was held. The stadium erupts in applause as Super Creek crosses the finish line first after a fierce competition. Minutes later, she returns to the stands, her legs still trembling from the extreme effort. Her blue and white racing suit is completely soaked with sweat, clinging to her voluptuous and generous figure. Her long, reddish-brown hair is damp and disheveled, with strands plastered to her face, flushed with exhaustion and excitement.

"Torena-san…! Torena-san…!"

Her voice comes out breathless and full of emotion when she sees you at the end of the hallway. Her gentle droopy blue eyes immediately fill with tears of pure joy. She runs toward you with hurried and slightly unsteady steps, throwing herself directly into your arms without hesitation.

"We did it…! We won, Torena-san! In this new important race… I won!"

She hugs you tightly, burying her face in your chest as her whole body trembles with emotion and relief. Tears flow freely down her cheeks. Her generous bust presses against you with every heavy breath.

"After that defeat three weeks ago… I trained with everything I had. Many nights I could barely sleep, remembering how terrible I felt that day. But you were there every single day, supporting me, encouraging me, and believing in me even when I doubted myself. Thanks to you… I was able to become a stronger runner."

She lifts her head slightly to look at you, her eyes red from crying but with a radiant, tender, and deeply grateful smile.

"This victory feels so special… It’s a brand new race, a different challenge, and I managed to overcome it. All thanks to your constant support. I feel like I was finally able to repay you a little for all the faith you placed in me."

Her brown tail wraps tightly around your waist, as if she never wants to let go. Her equine ears tremble visibly with happiness as she rests her forehead against yours.

"I’m so overwhelmed with happiness… My heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. After so much effort and tears… being able to bring you this victory is the most beautiful feeling I’ve had in a long time."

She looks directly into your eyes, her expression full of love, gratitude, and maternal affection.

"Are you proud of me, Torena-san? Please… tell me you are. Tell me all that effort was worth it. I want to hear it from your lips…"

A few years have passed since that great victory. Super Creek has forged a brilliant career, winning numerous important titles and becoming a respected and admired figure. However, everything changed in an instant during that race. Despite having won and emerged victorious, something was wrong, very wrong. She approaches the stands where you are, visibly limping, almost dragging her left leg. Her face is very pale, covered in cold sweat, and her features are contorted with intense pain. Her blue and white racing suit is soaked with sweat and dirt. Her long, reddish-brown hair falls haphazardly over her shoulders and back, with several strands plastered to her face.

"Torena-san… aa… it hurts… it hurts so much…"

Her voice, normally so sweet and calm, now sounds weak, broken, and full of suffering. Every step she takes reflects evident agony. When she sees you, her sweet, drooping blue eyes fill with tears she can't hold back.

"The doctors... treated me on the track. They said the injury looked serious... they wanted to take me to the emergency room immediately on a stretcher, but I... refused with all my might. I told them no... that only you could carry me. That I just wanted to feel your arms..."

She stumbles visibly and leans against you, letting her voluptuous, trembling body fall onto your chest. Her hands cling weakly, but desperately, to your jacket.

"It hurts so much... It's a sharp pain that shoots from my knee to my hip... I can barely put weight on my foot. Every movement feels like something hot is stabbing my leg... But even so... what hurts the most is that I let you down after all this time."

She buries her face in your chest, sobbing softly as her breath becomes ragged with pain.

"After so many years running for you… after all the victories I dedicated to you… to end up like this… I feel so useless. I'm scared, Coach-san… So scared that this injury is the end. Scared of becoming a burden to you, when all I ever wanted was to take care of you and pamper you…"

She raises her gaze slightly to you, tears streaming down her cheeks, her expression vulnerable and pleading.

"Please… carry me to the emergency room. I don't want anyone else to touch me… I just want to feel you. Even though I'm sweaty, dirty, and battered… can you carry me, Coach-san? Hold me tight first… and then carry me. I need your warmth… I need to know that you still want me by your side even though I can't run like I used to."

Her tail hangs almost lifeless, and her equine ears lie low, trembling weakly with pain and anguish. Her entire curvaceous body leans against you, seeking refuge in your embrace.

A few weeks have passed since the serious injury. Super Creek lies in a bed at the private clinic, her right leg bandaged. The room is dimly lit by a warm lamp, creating an intimate atmosphere. She wears a loose, light blue dress that accentuates her voluptuous figure. Her long, reddish-brown hair falls freely and loosely over her shoulders and chest. Her tail rests peacefully at her side, and her pony ears droop slightly, but her blue eyes shine with a special serenity as she sees you enter.

“Torena-san… come here, please. Closer.”

Her voice is soft, warm, and slightly husky with emotion. She gently extends her hand toward you, and when you sit beside her, she intertwines her fingers with yours, squeezing them delicately yet with deep emotional strength.

“The doctor came again today… He told me that with proper rehabilitation and enough time, I could recover well enough to return to the racetrack. That it wasn’t necessarily the definitive end of my career…”

She smiles softly, though her eyes reflect profound peace and resolution. She caresses the back of your hand with her thumb as she continues speaking.

“But… after thinking about it for a long time, I’ve decided to retire. For good.”

She falls silent for a few moments, gazing at you with an intensity full of affection. Her eyes grow slightly watery.

“I’ve already achieved everything, Torena-san. I won important races, lived unforgettable moments, and most of all… I had you by my side through all these years. I don’t need more trophies, more applause, or more glory. My body is asking me to rest, and for the first time in my life… I want to listen to it.”

She shifts slightly on the bed, leaning against the pillows, and looks directly into your eyes. Her voice becomes shakier and filled with emotion.

“These years racing for you have been the happiest chapter of my life… but I also want to begin a new chapter. One where I’m no longer just your racer… but the woman who stands beside you every single day.”

Her cheeks visibly blush. She lowers her gaze for a moment, nervous, but then gathers her courage and looks at you again, her eyes shining with restrained tears.

“Torena-san… I love you. Not the way an Uma Musume loves her trainer… I love you as a woman. I love you with all my heart. I’ve carried these feelings inside me for such a long time.”

She squeezes your hand more tightly, her voice turning into a sweet and emotional whisper:

“I want to be with you. I want to build a life by your side. I want to spoil you every day, cook your favorite meals, clean your ears the way you love so much, and hold you tightly whenever you come home exhausted from work. I want to be your refuge… your family… I want to have children with you, watch them run around the house, raise them together, and create a home filled with love and warmth. I want to be the mother of your children and the woman who pampers you for the rest of your life.”

A tear of emotion slides down her cheek as she looks at you with a tender, vulnerable smile full of hope.

“How do you feel about me, Torena-san? Could you… return even a little of these feelings? I’m not a racer anymore… I’m just Super Creek, a woman who loves you with all her soul and dreams of building a beautiful future by your side.”

The dinner ended a while ago and the house is enveloped in a soft, romantic light. Super Creek takes you by the hand with a sweet smile and guides you to the bedroom. Upon entering, she closes the door gently and turns toward you, looking at you with eyes full of love and desire.

"I'm only wearing this apron… just the way you like it, my love."

With slow and seductive movements, she unties the apron and lets it fall to the floor. Her completely naked body is exposed before you: her huge, heavy, and full breasts bounce softly, with large pink areolas and hardened nipples. Her soft belly, wide and generous hips, and between her thick thighs you can see her swollen, shiny, and soaked pussy, with her fleshy lips slightly open.

"Do you like what you see, darling…? All of this is just for you tonight."

She approaches and hugs you tightly, pressing her warm breasts against your body. She kisses you slowly and deeply — chu… mmm… chu~ — while her hands caress your back. Then, with great patience, she begins to undress you. She removes your shirt while kissing your chest and abdomen. When she reaches your pants, she slowly pulls them down along with your underwear, freeing your member.

Super Creek looks at it with desire and affection. She takes it with her two soft and warm hands, stroking it slowly.

"Mmm… look how hard, thick, and throbbing you are for me…"

She leans down and begins to kiss it with devotion. She gives soft kisses from the base to the tip — chu… chu… chu~ —. Then she sticks out her warm tongue and licks it slowly, running long, wet licks along its entire length.

"Aaah~♡ What a delicious taste you have… I love licking you like this, love."

She licks it with more intensity, twirling her tongue around the tip and sucking gently — slurp… lick… mmm~ —.

"Do you like it when Mommy licks your member like this? I want you to be really hard and wet before I take it all inside…"

After several minutes of oral caresses, she climbs onto the bed and straddles you. She spreads her legs and rubs her hot, wet pussy against your member, sliding it between her swollen lips — shlick… shlick… shlick~ —.

"Aaah~♡ Mmmh… Do you feel it, darling? I'm so wet… my pussy won't stop dripping for you…"

She moves slowly back and forth, rubbing with more pressure, moaning softly every time the head of your member brushes against her clit.

"Nngh… haa~ It feels so good rubbing against you… Do you want me to keep going like this for a little longer?"

After teasing you for several minutes, she takes your member with a hand trembling with excitement and rubs it several times against her wet entrance — shlick… shlick~ —.

"I'm ready… I want to feel you inside… but go slow, okay? I think you're bigger than usual today…"

She lets out a nervous and shy giggle, blushing strongly.

"Ufufu… did you like seeing me only in the apron and naked underneath? Or is it my plump and soft body that's got you so excited today…?"

She lowers herself very slowly, inch by inch.

"Nngh… aaahhh~♡ Ah! So thick… I can feel you opening me up… slowly… Aaah~♡"

A long, wet sound is heard as she engulfs you completely — schluuuup~ —. The moment you are fully inside, Super Creek throws her head back and lets out a deep, guttural moan:

"¡Aaaahhhhhh~♡!"

She stays still for a moment, trembling violently with pleasure, breathing heavily.

"You're all the way inside now… Haaah~♡ God… I feel you so full… My pussy is so stretched… It's a lot… but it feels so good…"

Once you are completely buried, Super Creek hugs you very tightly, pressing your face firmly against the warm and soft valley of her enormous breasts. Your face sinks into her generous cleavage.

"Like this… stay right here, love. Bury your face in Mommy… I'm not letting you go."

She begins to move slowly, riding you with deep and loving movements. Each descent produces a wet sound — plap… shlick… plap… — while she kisses your forehead repeatedly and tenderly strokes your hair.

"Mmmh… aaah~♡ That's it, darling… Does it feel good?"

She keeps your face buried between her breasts, hugging you tightly as she continues to move.

"Do you want Mommy to keep moving slow and deep like this… or do you prefer that I hug you tighter and go a little faster? Do you want me to continue like this… or do you prefer Mommy to change positions? Tell me how you like it, my love… I want to spoil you all night however you wish. Mommy is here to give you all the pleasure you need."

She hugs you even tighter, keeping your face buried in her warm cleavage, waiting anxiously for your response while her pussy squeezes you lovingly.

It's been a few months since they started living together. The house is cozy and overflowing with love. It's a peaceful spring afternoon. Super Creek is sitting on the living room sofa, wearing a comfortable, loose-fitting cream-colored dress. Her baby bump is now slightly noticeable and she can hardly hide it anymore. One hand rests protectively on her rounded belly while the other nervously plays with the hem of her dress. Her long, auburn hair falls loosely over her shoulders, and her equine ears quiver slightly with excitement. Her tail sways gently from side to side.

"Darling… you’re home. Come… sit here next to me, please."

Her voice sounds softer and more trembling than usual, filled with shyness and a happiness she can barely contain. When you sit beside her, her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. She gently takes your hand and places it on her rounded belly, covering it with her own.

"Lately… you’ve been looking at my belly a lot, haven’t you, honey? I know you’ve noticed… It’s been getting this big for several days now and you haven’t said anything. You’ve just been patiently waiting for me to tell you."

She smiles shyly, lightly biting her lower lip as she looks at you with bright, slightly embarrassed eyes.

"I went to the doctor a few days ago… although I think you already suspected what was happening. During the check-up, the doctor confirmed what I was already starting to imagine."

She takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment. Her ears tremble more and her tail moves faster, showing how nervous and excited she is.

"Darling… I’m pregnant!"

Her eyes fill with tears of pure happiness. She presses your hand tenderly against her belly, as if she wants you to feel the life growing inside her.

"It’s been several weeks already… that’s why my belly has grown so much. When the doctor confirmed it, I started crying alone in the consultation room. I wasn’t expecting it so soon… After all those nights we made love with so much passion and tenderness… we’re going to have a baby."

She leans closer and rests her head on your chest, speaking in a sweet, trembling whisper full of maternal affection.

"I want to have this baby with you, my love. I want to build a beautiful family by your side. I want to keep spoiling you every day like always, but now I’ll also be able to spoil our son or daughter. Just imagining holding them in my arms and watching them run around the house… fills my heart with a warmth I’ve never felt before."

She lifts her gaze to you, cheeks flushed, eyes moist, and a radiant but nervous smile on her face.

"Are you… happy, honey? Even though you already suspected it… does this news make you happy? Because I… I’m so excited and nervous I can barely hold it in. I love you so much…"

Her tail curls affectionately around your waist as she hugs you tightly, looking at you with deep love and anxiously waiting for your reaction.

Several more years have passed. The afternoon is turning into evening as you arrive home after a long day of work. The moment you open the front door, a delicious aroma of homemade food fills the entrance. Super Creek appears from the kitchen, wearing a cute white frilled apron over a comfortable dress that beautifully highlights her voluptuous and maternal figure. Her long reddish-brown hair is tied in a loose ponytail, with some strands gently falling over her face.

"Darling! Welcome home, my love!"

Her voice sounds warm, sweet, and full of affection. A beautiful smile lights up her face as she wipes her hands on the apron and walks toward you.

Before she can reach you, the sound of two pairs of little feet running excitedly down the hallway fills the air.

"Daddy! Daddy’s home!"

Two young girls (around 4 and 6 years old) come running like little whirlwinds. The older one has the same reddish-brown hair as her mother and equine ears trembling with pure excitement. The younger one is more energetic, with slightly lighter strands and a tail that won’t stop wagging. Both of them throw themselves at you, hugging your legs tightly.

"Daddy! We missed you so so much!" says the older one with a big smile.

"Daddy, look! We made drawings for you!" exclaims the younger one, lifting up a colorful paper showing a family and figures running on a racetrack.

"Yes! This is you, this is Mommy running, and we’re running with you too!" adds the older one proudly, showing you the drawing. "Mommy told us stories today about when she was a runner and won races! I want to be a runner like Mommy too! Will you train us when we grow up, Daddy? Please, please!"

Super Creek approaches with a tender expression, but when she hears her daughters talking about racing and sees the drawings, her cheeks turn a deep shade of red and she looks down, clearly embarrassed.

"Ufufu… Oh my, my little ones… talking about that again?"

She covers her mouth slightly with one hand, visibly shy and blushing as she remembers her racing days.

"These two won’t stop saying they want to be runners like me… Every time I tell them stories from back then, I get so embarrassed. I’m just a stay-at-home mom now… though seeing them so excited makes my heart melt."

She steps closer and gives you a soft, loving kiss on the lips, then gently caresses your cheek.

"Come here, honey. Sit down and rest. I made your favorite dish today. The girls helped me set the table… though they mostly made a fun mess in the kitchen."

The two girls remain hugging your legs, excitedly showing you their drawings with bright, hopeful eyes.

Super Creek looks at them with a mix of tenderness, embarrassment, and deep love, then turns her gaze to you with a radiant, maternal smile.

"Look at us, my love… This is the life I always dreamed of. Coming home to see you surrounded by our daughters, full of energy, dreams, and drawings. Even if I still blush when they mention my old racing days… I wouldn’t trade this happiness for anything in the world."

She hugs you together with the girls, wrapping you in a warm and loving family embrace. Her voice becomes a soft, affectionate whisper near your ear:

"I love you so much… Thank you for giving me this beautiful family. Thank you for being the best husband and the best father in the world. How was your day, darling? Tell me everything while I finish serving dinner. The girls and I were waiting for you with so much excitement."