Special Week’s Special Training
While most of the time the Umamusume of the academy preferred to train at the onsite gym or track, there were many options available outside for those on the go or who preferred a more private experience. Umamusume gyms were common even though the needs of the horse girls were very different from those of humans.
Special Week opened the door to the gym, rubbing her hands together as the cold threatened to follow on her tail inside. She huffed warm air on her mitten clad digits and absent mindedly waltzed into the lobby. She scanned her membership card and almost missed Silence Suzuka walking in circles just ahead. “Oh, Suzuka! There you are!”
“Spe!” Suzuka smiled that same dreamy look. Both girls’ duffel bags swung as they walked closer together. “I’m happy to see you. You got a membership here?”
“Mmhmmm!” Special Week nodded her head happily. “You spoke so highly of it. How could I not give it a try? Besides, I want to look extra good for next week’s race. I’ve been taking my diet extra seriously! I’ve even been trying that new protein shake, it tastes like a fresh baked cinnamon bun!”
“I’m glad!” Suzuka gestured to a little touch screen station set up near the entrance to the gym proper. “Once I’m done with my work out, I like to go into their lounge to unwind and relax. Would you like to join me? You need to schedule some time first to make sure they have enough spaces.”
Special Week waddled over in her snow boots. She tapped the screen and scrolled through before her face ignited in a blush. “O-oh! It’s that kind of lounge?”
“It is very relaxing. I’m a complete mess without it. You really should try it.” Silence Suzuka put a hand on Special Week’s shoulder and made the poor thing shiver. Special Week tried to shake off the weird feelings, but they stuck around her like flies. With her eyes squinted shut she slammed her finger down on the station next to Silence Suzuka. Diiiing~
She looked up to the right. There was a giant board that showed how many stations were in use. Special Week’s name appeared right next to the one she had selected. Her thighs rubbed together and her face melted into embarrassment.
“T-they just show who all is signed up?”
“I think it’s a good way to let everyone know what stations are taken.” Suzuka put her finger to her chin, tranquil as she thought on it. “To be honest it excites me at least a little.”
“Really?” Spe looked back at the board, at all the green lights confirming the station was in use. She squeezed her gym bag strap and walked with Suzuka into the changing room.
Special Week lifted her top off and shuffled her coat away into a locker. She fished her gym shorts out of her bag and stared down at her underwear struggling to contain everything that hung between her legs. The thought of what she was going to do once she was done working out… She swore she saw it twitch. She wondered what Suzuka’s looked like but was pretty sure they wouldn’t be able to see each other since they were at different stations.
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From there it was a typical workout. Special Week was very pleased with the quality of the equipment as well as the space to work. The treadmills were new and not as rickety as the ones at the academy, there were actually enough weight stations for more than five girls at a time to do lifting, and some of the machines available targeted obscure muscle groups that Special Week had trouble focusing on. She was happy but by the time she put down the last set she was…
Very.
Very eager for the relief station.
It had been a bit since Tachyon changed how Umamusume race. Or more appropriately, how their biology functions. Special Week had gotten a little used to it and upgraded to the permanent serum. She was surprised how good it felt.
She walked past the lounge doors and through a dark hall. It felt comfortable. The air was warmer, likely because a lot of the girls were going to be wearing very little. Special Week looked around, trying to see if she could find Silence Suzuka on her way to her station.
As she walked, she noticed that there wasn’t as much privacy as she had been expecting there to be. The walls were pretty low, and some stations had no walls between them at all. She moved down the center hall, trying not to glance down and see something she wasn’t supposed to. Of course, some stations were just massage chairs or little sitting areas. But further back…
“Oh, why hello Special Week!” Emerging suddenly from a booth was Bakushin, sweat beading on her forehead and her glowing gaze triumphant and unphased. Special Week stopped her eyes before they darted too low, but she did notice that Bakushin had hastily pulled her pants back up. “Are you here to get some relief! Very good! Remember, the harder you work, the more you’ll need to let off some steam, hahaha!”
“A-actually, I forgot that I um…” Special Week turned to leave but Bakushin was already upon her.
“Please! Don’t give up now! I saw you had reserved a mount next to Silence Suzuka! Let me guide you over there!”
Bakushin dragged Special Week like an especially heavy box across the floor and down a turn. Bakushin smiled happily and pointed. “There she is~!”
Special Week looked over and watched. Silence Suzuka grabbed the handles on the side of a large mount. Her cock, thick and equine and pulsing with so much excitement, was just about to push inside when she saw her friend. Suzuka, with no sense of shame, just smiled at Special Week and took a step away from the mount. Spe noticed that Suzuka’s cock throbbed intensely, as if it was swallowing back all the excitement it had just built up.
“There you are. I’m sorry I went ahead; I just look forward to this part so much… It’s peaceful, truly.” Silence Suzuka gave a warm smile.
“She almost went home, but I made it my duty to make sure she gets what she came for!” Bakushin patted her chest. “Now, come on! Don’t leave your friend waiting, Special Week! Let’s get you right to it!”
“Eh…?!”
“First, you need to take these down!” Bakushin fished her fingers from either hand into either side of Special Week’s waist band. She gasped and quickly shot both of her hands to hold them up at her crotch. The shorts lowered revealing her shapely hips. She squished her knees together, refusing to let Bakushin go any further.
Special Week opened her eyes as she felt a third hand. Silence Suzuka was smiling at her; her hand specifically grabbed right at the center of her shorts. “Let me see it, Spe. I want to see you enjoy yourself.”
With a blush, she allowed Suzuka to be the one to pull her shorts down.
Her shorts nearly got caught on the heavy rod as they rode down. The waist band slipped over the head and flicked it on the way down causing it to stiffly wag like the arm of a catapult. Special Week was embarrassed, but she didn’t need to be. Bakushin and Silence Suzuka were staring at her with wide eyes and agape mouths.
“F-fine… I’ll try it now…” Special Week walked up to the mount she had reserved. It was a soft purple in coloration with the logo of a hung, running Umamusume on the side. It was made from a comfortable cushion material that felt soft to the touch and supportive like benches at restaurants. It was shaped with a slight incline on either side so a horse girl’s arms could push down into the divot and feel ergonomic and comfortable. As well, for support, there were handles on either side. The contraption was mounted atop a mostly stiff metal column bolted to the ground. When Special Week grabbed either handle, she could feel it move just a little as she shifted her weight on to it.
In the center of the mount there was a pinker portion shaped like a donut hole. It looked soft and like gelatin. Special Week pushed the broad head of her equine cock against it. Squiiiish. It gave way to her length, gently pulling apart and spread to make room for her as she sunk her way inside. It felt like she was burrowing into something as the parallel walls spread apart for her.
She reached the hilt, pushing in so far that she had to hunch over the mount in a way that felt strangely natural to her. Once her cock hit the back of it, she felt something click. Suddenly, the squishy walls began to gently vibrate and emit this nice and soothing warmth. “I-it’s moving inside!”
“Uh-huh!” Bakushin nodded. “It’s to make it even more relaxing. That’s why I like this gym so much, their mounts are so much better!”
“The academy doesn’t even have them yet…” Silence Suzuka walked back to her mount. Special Week watched as her stoic friend slowly sliiiid her cock inside, grunting softly. As soon as she was inside, she didn’t hold back and began to pull her cock back. Special Week was inspired and mimicked the motion. She was shocked by how good it felt, feeling the tightening and contrasting walls and the reassuring warmth pouring around her. Right before her head came loose, Suzuka rammed back inside with all her might wanting to be back in front as soon as possible. Special Week matched the thrust and nearly collapsed over herself.
She moaned and curled her toes inside her sneakers. That felt good. That felt better than anything she had ever managed with her hands or mouth… She pulled her hips back and thrust again, trying to match Silence Suzuka’s pace. Every thrust made it harder for Special Week to even think but Silence Suzuka seemed entirely unphased as if humping the mount was the most natural thing.
Suzuka kept talking as she thrusted. “I wish the academy had any mounts. I really need it after a race or training. Having to go all the way out to a gym is a lot.”
“I wish too,” Bakushin laughed. “A shame we’re not really supposed to play with each other, but I can understand why. It might make things messy if rivals start making bets with each other. It’s easier for the academy to just outright go against that. They already discourage romance after all.”
“Mmmph…~” Suzuka smiled. “Still, that’d be nice too. Or if they made a mount we can share.”
Special Week looked over, realizing Suzuka was talking to her. “T-t-that’d… hrghh…” She could barely talk.
“Just keep thrusting,” Suzuka said. “Keep going. Don’t talk~ We can talk later. But I’m going to finish first.”
“H-huh?! No way!” Special Week felt a fire in her stomach. A challenge. Her thrusts lost their exploratory nature and pinpointed what they needed to do. Focus on getting in and then pulling out as fast as possible. Easier said than done when every thrust nearly broke Special Weeks’ brain in half. She had no idea how anyone was able to keep a straight face while doing this. But when she looked over, she saw Silence Suzuka thrusting with all her might and her face contorted into the lewdest expression. Special Week wanted to look as lewd as that and stopped thinking.
She squeezed hard on the handles and thrust one more time inside, tongue out as she came. The mount managed to keep it all inside, the device swelling a bit as Special Week’s load filled it. Special Week pulled out, gasping and wiping her forehead clean. Bakushin laughed triumphantly and pat Special Week’s shoulder.
“Well done! I was already impressed with your size, but that load is massive too! That might be a record!”
Special Week looked over, watching as Silence Suzuka had her turn. Her hair was messy and a bead of sweet climbed down the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were hidden behind her focus. Every thrust of her hips sent her equipment swinging and her body swaying. When she finished her voice broke that delicate quality and soared higher and more passionate than Spe had ever heard her sing.
She pulled loose as she finished and gave Special Week that same smile, she had always given her to encourage. Special Week didn’t notice that had her cock had grown hard again and pushed against Suzuka’s. They blushed and Special Week looked away, hurriedly pulling her shorts up. “H-hey! That really worked up my appetite! How about we grab a snack, Suzuka?”
Silence Suzuka gave a smile and pulled her shorts up. “I’d love that, Spe.”
The pair left, Bakushin remaining behind and waving them off. “Have fun you two! I’ll remain behind and make sure everyone is doing their best! In fact! Oi, Nice Nature is that you? I’m thrilled to see you’re taking your training more seriously! Why do you look so embarrassed? Come on, let’s get you to your station!”