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Mcqueen's Treat - JP Fanfic from 2024

All credits for this legendary piece of uma x trainer work to this anon JP torena at reply >162.

-- Context --

Mcqueen, with her petite small stature, has grown into a stellar beauty over the course of her career. As her trainer, begin to acknowledge that. Mcqueen finds the resolve to take what's rightfully hers.

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"Mac-chan has gotten so big," Gold Ship murmured, narrowing her eyes with a strange sense of nostalgia.
"...That sounds like we haven't seen each other in years," she replied, the light sound of a teacup being placed down.

Mejiro McQueen narrowed her eyes slightly in confusion.

Yesterday they were at a yakisoba stall, and now they were having tea together. They saw each other often, yet she said something so odd. Or was it always like that?
"I was just thinking you've changed somehow. Don't you think you're starting to look like me?"
"Reluctantly so."
"Mac-chan, do you think you can say whatever you want to me??"
Ship looked off into the distance, Mcqueen's response weighing on her slightly.

"You used to be so cute, but now you've become so beautiful. Grandchildren grow up so fast." Gold Ship's elegant face, which would be beautiful if she kept quiet, was now adorned with a mischievous smile.

She pointed both of her index fingers at McQueen's body. McQueen's gaze followed Gold Ship's gestures, towards her own body. Despite her weight continuing to increase slightly, her beloved trainer's instructions to diet had waned recently. She sensed something was amiss.

"...Huh?"
"...What's this? Since when did I grow this much?"
Mcqueen involuntarily stood up, reaching for Mount Yotei. Indeed, it was quite like mochi.
She strokes her waist. It's slightly bigger, but not loose. It must feel incredibly good to hold. "...What is a good hold, anyway?"

She strokes her buttocks. They've gotten bigger, but not in a way that is either loose or lacking. She runs her hand up her thighs.

"Perfect legs, good."
"Your height is getting closer to mine too, isn't it?" Gold Ship, who had cantered over to Mcqueen without her noticing, pats the bewildered McQueen.
"You're starting to look like me... and kind of like Orfevre, don't you think? That rascal, Mac-chan is MY Mac-chan..."

Gold Ship was peering straight at Mcqueen with her mischievous face, and Mcqueen silently chuckled to herself. Gold Ship pouts and complains, turning her lawless beauty into a sulky face.

"A different grandchild..."

Gold Ship was being her usual self, but to compare her with Orfevre? She is also famous for her exceptionally good looks.

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"Could it be that... I'm growing in certain ways?" she murmured, checking Gold Ship's imposing physique standing beside her.
"Huh? Mac-chan, what did you say?"

So, her figure was indeed well-developed now. Though it was different in style from the Gold Ship in front of her, she finally had a body that could captivate her beloved male. Her blood began to boil throughout her body at the realization.

But then her blood cooled. The trainer poured undeniable, unashamed affection upon her, all this time, through thick-and-thin. But recently, something was off; there was a certain distance between them.
What was the reason? Was it because of this body? Did she come off as too innocent and childish? Was she losing to her past self, getting lost in nostalgia? Did he ever see her in that way? McQueen scrutinized the days of love and youth that raced through her mind.

"...He was definitely looking." At her face, her chest, her body, her butt, her legs.
Tracing back through recent memories, the trainer was looking. And then he averts his gaze. Why? He had every right to look. Didn't he want to look? Then he wouldn't have looked in the first place. "Stop trying to entice me with those side glances trainer, or I really will..."

At that moment, a jolt of electricity ran through McQueen. She had reached the 'truth'.
"Mejiro McQueen" was too good for her "trainer".
She remembered that feeling herself. The trainer she faced was so dazzling that she would look away. It was the same with him. They were truly one in body and spirit. The ecstasy made her blood turn into lava.

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The time had come.

The time to change their relationship.

The time to devour her trainer.

"Why hadn't I noticed?"

What a terrible thing. All this time, she was causing pain to the man she loved. Ramonu would have reprimanded her, saying she wouldn't accept such love.

As a proud "Mejiro," as the strongest stayer "McQueen," she had to do what needed to be done.

Mejiro McQueen strode forward with ferocity through the halls. The umamusume she passed were filled with awe, admiration, and couldn't take their eyes off her. With eyes that melted with desire and an aura that sweetly colored the space, she was the strongest woman. What lay ahead was the nest of her prey. She was planning to gobble up the man she loved. Sensing this, the umamusume silently cheered her on and made way for her.

.

*Knock, knock, knock*

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An elegant knock to announce to her prey. As if "I, your beloved, has arrived."

"Trainer?" she called out in a sweeter tone than usual.
"McQueen? Come in."
The trainer answered the knock. McQueen quietly opened the door and entered the room. The trainer, who had been struggling with documents at his desk, greeted her with a smile.
"It's... a little early for practice, what's up?" he asked, his voice tinged with joy at his beloved's early arrival, as he glanced at his watch. That pleased McQueen.

.

*creeeak*

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McQueen closed the door as quietly as possible. She had to make sure to block off all escape routes.
"Well... I just wanted to talk to you for a bit..."

*Click.*

She locks the door. Now no one can get in.

"Yes... I'd like to talk..."
The prey sensed danger as the carnivore licked its lips. The cute way she licked sweets was a thing of the past. Now, her mouth was cruelly seductive, and her prey the most delicious food in the world.
"Trainer, you've been acting distant lately..."
As she grew closer, bringing herself to him, he could see her clearly. Her face, which had transformed from "lovely" to "beautiful," sent him a heated gaze. If he didn't look away, his brain would be fried.
"I was wondering if there was something I was lacking..."
Mcqueen had looked at him so closely that he was reaching his breaking point.

"It's about time," her body seemed to assert itself more strongly each day, and he feared he himself might do something foolish. The feeling of superiority that he was allowed to touch a body that was too awe-inspiring to even look at. A sweet temptation within reach. He was ashamed of himself for almost succumbing to it and had desperately tried to restrain himself.

"May I ask you something?"
McQueen smiled, radiating a seductive aura. He realized, albeit belatedly, that all my shame, my self-restraint, and my desires have been seen right through.

"Trainer..."
McQueen slowly approached the trainer, who was unable to stand up from his chair. She leaned her body onto the lap of the man she loved, gazing into his eyes.
She wanted to give everything to the man who had given everything to her. It was a natural desire for someone who was one with her.
"Come closer..."
Her sensual figure beckoned, assuring him that guaranteed happiness was here. It welcomed him, saying that they had created it together, so he should also see it for himself.

The man's eyes, which had been like those of a frightened dog, now gleamed with desire, a color different from affection.
"...McQueen! Not yet...not yet...!"
But even so, the clever man endured. He desperately pushed away the courtship of the woman with whom he shared a deep connection. His voice trembled weakly as he attempted to resist the primal urges within, to protect his beloved umamusume.

It was a voice that strongly conveyed compassion and internal conflict, and it pierced McQueen like a bolt of thunderous joy.

"Not yet." "Not yet."

He had the right to enjoy himself, yet he was desperately trying to be wise for McQueen's sake. And he was confessing that, in truth, he wanted to accept it right now.

"How far will this person go to seduce me before they're satisfied?..."

"If that's what you say... then maybe..."

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We are one in spirit. Let's suffer together.
But please don't forget.

Look at my face. The beauty bestowed by the time we've spent together.

Look at my body. The finest body we've nurtured together.

Look at my heart. My feelings are so strong they're threatening to burst.

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We are both on the brink. Surely, we should be allowed to distract ourselves from the pain of joy for each other's sake. That much is only natural. Wielding the arrogance of the strong, McQueen gently grasped the back and head of the man she loved.

Her partner could only receive the burning eyes and wet lips that drew closer.

Everything that came closer, every part of his body that touched her, was hers. And he realized it, knew it from the bottom of his heart. Everything about him belonged to Mejiro McQueen. The passionate predation was soft and irresistibly delicious.

She shook her long hair and licked him all over instinctively without hesitation. She pulled away unwillingly to breathe, felt lonely when she pulled away, and they melted together again.

.

Let's count down the days together.

Which will come first:

you letting loose...

or

...me breaking free?

I'm terrible at controlling myself after all.
I do indeed want to eat something delicious~

.

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---- End ----

Note: Mount Youtei is where the Mejiro ranch was established. Also an euphemism for her breasts.

This is MTL'ed with google translate for the most part. I'm not fluent in Japanese at all, so I did guess intent and meaning in some areas. I made some slight changes to make it flow better and deal with reddit's formatting too. Help and fixes are most welcome. Thank you for reading!

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