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The sounds of celebration in full swing drifted through the Mejiro estate. A string quartet played an upbeat waltz underneath the chatter of guests and the clinking of glasses. The sounds of shuffling feet filled the vast ballroom as umamusume, trainers and UMA staffers danced in celebration of another successful year of racing, one that was capped off by an Arima Kinen that made history. Symboli Rudolf had captured her 7th crown in a brilliant capstone to a Japanese campaign that would echo through racing history for generations. Now, bound for an overseas challenge, the nation gathered under the Mejiro roof to see her off.
The woman herself stood on the dance floor clad in a long green dress, arms around the shoulders of a taller umamusume. Rudolf’s hair was tied up in a ponytail, leaving her neck exposed. The two twirled around each other flawlessly, legs moving in perfect threes. Mejiro Ramonu dipped her partner, her leg lifting into the air and allowing the generous slit in her dress to reveal an expanse of well muscled skin. Ramonu herself wore a dress of deep blue and black fabric accented with silver cuffs. The garment cost more than most people would see in a lifetime, but she wore wealth like a second skin. Ramonu drew Rudolf closer, her hand caressing the shorter girl’s waist. Grinning happily, Rudolf's tail flagged high as she took her turn dipping Ramonu.
“I see you haven’t let retirement dull your steps Ramonu,” Rudolf said, adjusting the placement of her hands so that she remained in close proximity to the other woman.
Ramonu gave a lazy smile as she allowed her hand to roam dangerously low on her partner's back. Retirement had its perks, namely a lack of prying eyes that accompanied active racers.
“I’m merely following your choreography. Its perfection leaves no room for criticism.”
Rudolf laid her head in the crook of Ramonu’s neck. Her muscles still burned from the exertion of the race and the intensity of her winning live; her fans deserved a show worthy of the occasion after all. She’d remember this day for the rest of her life. No matter what happened in her races in America, no matter where her relationship with the girl in front of her went, she would always remember the warmth of the Mejiro ballroom.
Her musing was interrupted by approaching footsteps.
“Perfection breeds boredom, wouldn’t you say Ramonu?”
Sirius Symboli stood with her weight on one heeled boot, her dark green suit accenting her handsome frame beautifully. A cocksure smile stretched across her face.
Ramonu continued her dance, effortlessly taking the lead role. Her eyes, however, remained locked on Sirius. She twirled Rudolf again, letting her eyes noticeably wander down her figure.
“Well said Sirius. Perfection is something people grow weary of. On the dance floor… on the track…” Ramonu’s eyes met Rudolf’s, “Elsewhere. Their interest fades.”
Ramonu slipped out of Rudolf’s grasp, leaving her staring after her with her mouth agape.
“Pick your jaw up off the floor Lou-Lou, you’ll get another turn,” Ramonu teased as she approached Sirius, “Keeping things interesting is the mark of true unfathomable brilliance.”
“I think I’ve shown sufficient proof of my ability to innovate.”
Ramonu ignored her, instead opting to shift her heavy gaze to Sirius. She placed her hand on Sirius’s shoulder, just inches from her neck.
“Ramonu…” Sirius gasped, composure slipping as she felt her eyes veer towards the low cut of the taller woman’s dress. Gathering herself, she continued, “If I could show you something both perfect and interesting, would you dance with me instead?”
Sirius stepped towards Ramonu, raising her hands to her waist. Behind them, Rudolf glowered at the pair.
“If you’re that confident that you can quench my desires, I welcome your attempt”
Sirius closed the distance, stepping into the rhythm of the music without missing a beat. Rather than the classic steps of Rudolf’s slow dance, she whisked Ramonu into a Viennese waltz, quickly spinning her stolen partner in a lively display skill. Ramonu smiled as the two swept across the dance floor.
Now alone Rudolf bristled, ears angled backwards and fists clenched at her sides. As much as she hated to admit it, the dance was a perfectly honed blade in Sirius’s skilled hands. Her coattails fluttered behind her as she twirled Ramonu twice in quick succession. Sirius too was bound for overseas competition, although her schedule had her headed straight to Europe. The lively dance had clearly been part of her efforts to prepare for the style sensibilities of European victory concerts, and she wielded it with practiced efficiency.
Ramonu for her part allowed herself gladly to be swept up in the display. Sirius was every bit the handsome beauty in her sharp suit with gold accents glinting in the light. Her strong hands felt perfectly in place as she guided her along. Sirius was behaving so nicely for her, playing right into her practiced hands.
It was too much for Rudolf to handle.
“I’m sorry Sirius, but all that’s required is a slight rework of our dance. Just me and her.”
The couple stopped their dance, but Ramonu remained pressed against Sirius’s chest, allowing the other girl’s arm to snake around her possessively.
“The rest of your dance will have to wait,” Rudolf said, hand held out in offering to Ramonu.
She reached out and took the hand that was offered, her long cold fingers intertwining with Rudolf’s. Instead of allowing Rudolf to pull her away, Ramonu drew Rudolf closer to her.
Ramonu’s eyes dug into Rudolf, who shivered as she felt the hunger behind her elegant facade. It was almost enough to distract her from the fact that Ramonu had never let go of Sirius’s waist.
Ramonu stood inches above the other two thanks to her heels - another perk of retirement - as she drew both the bay haired girls towards her. Her hands tightened, one around Sirius’s waist and the other still intertwined with Rudolf’s. She could feel both of their breaths intermingling, hot and heavy by her neck. So predictable. So easy.
“Always with the bickering…” Ramonu whispered with a light chuckle, holding them tight against her.
The tension between Sirius and Rudolf was palpable, frustration roiling between them like static electricity. They had always butted heads in competition, Rudolf always stealing the spotlight only for Sirius to best her in private matches. Here, on the stage laid out before them by Ramonu, they existed as equals. They took turns pushing and pulling each other but as they struggled for her attention it became unavoidable to acknowledge that neither one of them had been calling the shots.
“Dancing grows tiresome no matter how perfectly one performs,” Ramonu said, her voice low and heavy.
Ramonu pushed the two of them away, only for them both to try and rush back into the void, their hands colliding in the empty space. The taller woman only smiled and turned from them, walking slowly towards the doors that led deeper into the Mejiro manor. Sirius and Rudolf looked at each other but said nothing. Words would only confuse the knowing looks they shared.
Ramonu felt their smoldering gaze on her back as they followed her out of the ballroom.
Sirius shut the bedroom door with an ounce of uncharacteristic trepidation. The private chambers of the Mejiro heir were as grand as the title suggested. The walls were lined with bookshelves and trophy cases filled with first edition books and trinkets from all corners of the world. To one side of the room a door led off into the master bath and walk-in closet. The center of the room was dominated by a large canopied bed where Mejiro Ramonu already sat with her legs crossed, looking at the two of them expectantly.
The room was familiar, of course, the three of them had grown up competing with each other, and many nights had been spent with the present company in the manor. This night was far different than any childhood sleep over. The air hung heavy with anticipation of… something. No words were exchanged, but soon Rudolf took a seat next to Ramonu on the bed. For a moment, Sirius felt as if she had made a mistake - that whatever tension the three had fostered in the ballroom hadn’t been meant for her. And then Ramonu held out a hand.
Sirius took it, following the beckoning gesture to her spot on the Mejiro heiress’s left. Ramonu brought her hand up to Rudolf’s cheek and turned her head to face her. Sirius burned with a voyeuristic frustration as Ramonu’s lips drew closer and closer to the other girl, only to turn away at the last second. She turned away as if she was seeing something unintended for her to see. Suddenly, Sirius felt a second set of eyes on her. She looked up only to find Rudolf staring across the bed at her with a weighted expression. Sirius couldn’t tell if Rudolf was about to move closer or kick her out of the room. Ramonu moved away from Rudolf again, and this time Rudolf followed, giving into the atmosphere and planting a soft kiss along Ramonu’s jawline.
Rudolf moved in again to kiss her neck properly, her hands leaving their place by her side to brace herself beside Ramonu’s thighs as she leaned her. Sirius clenched her fists. Rudolf had everything. Success. Fame. Health. Respect. Everything that the younger girl had fought tooth and nail to earn, only to be left picking up the scraps left behind by Rudolf. And now here she sat, just inches away as she kissed their childhood friend in front of her. She wanted to run away. She wanted to scream. She wanted someone to tell her she belonged in that room.
Sirius got her wish sooner than expected.
As Rudolf continued to kiss her neck with obviously increasing desire, Ramonu’s focus strayed from her. Chills ran down Sirius’s spine as Ramonu locks eyes with her, even as Rudolf continues to leave bruises on her pale neck. Any thoughts of fleeing vanished from her mind as she realized what Ramonu wanted. There was no need for permission to be granted. It was already implied by her very presence in this room. Sirius moved in, gaining confidence as she grew closer. She steadied herself with one hand that strayed dangerously close to Rudolf’s while the other moved to tilt Ramonu’s head up as she closed the distance.
The kiss was gentle, almost chaste under the circumstances, but it rushed through Sirius’s body like wildfire. She needed more. Ramonu smiled into the next kiss as Sirius tried to deepen it. To her right, Rudolf whined wordlessly into her neck, disappointed the first kiss had been stolen from her. Ramonu responded by turning away from Sirius, now cupping Rudolf’s face and pulling her closer, Rudolf’s hands now venturing to touch Ramonu’s body properly as the two began to lean towards the bed. Sirius for her part took Rudolf’s place, sucking dark marks into the other side of Ramonu’s neck as she kissed Rudolf.
It was as if a flashbang went off in Rudolf’s head the second her lips touched Ramonu’s. A blinding need to be closer, to prove herself worthy to the beauty beneath her filled every fiber of her being. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Sirius grew more daring, kissing their dance partner’s neck. Rudolf should have felt jealousy, this was Ramonu after all. It was her dance, her victory. She couldn’t bring herself to tell her to leave. Sirius was the one person she could never best. Katsuragi Ace, Miho Shinzan, they all fell before her. Even the legacies of Tosho Boy and Ten Point were swallowed up by her eclipsing might.
And yet she could never best Sirius. Not in their private bouts, not in the eyes of Ramonu. Rudolf grabbed her waist needily as she felt a swipe of the other girl’s tongue prod at her lips, but just as she moved to accept it, Ramonu broke the kiss, turning to meet Sirius with Rudolf’s saliva still trailing from her mouth. Sirius’s lips crashed against Ramonu’s, wet whimpers escaping from her mouth as Ramonu deepened the kiss. Rudolf meanwhile held herself back from whimpering herself at the loss of attention, settling instead to nuzzle into the hand still cupping her cheek.
Sirius shifted her weight, her free hand beginning to push up Ramonu’s dress as she slid it further up the woman’s thigh. As she ran her hand up and down Ramonu’s leg, her fingers brushed up against Rudolf’s hand that remained propping her upright. Rudolf felt heat flood to her face at the additional contact as she waited for her turn.
When she finally slipped away from Sirius, Ramonu turned to Rudolf and kissed her roughly. This time, Sirius didn’t back down, now leaving lipstick trails across Ramonu’s jawline while Rudolf occupied her mouth. Sirius’s hand brushed up against Rudolf’s with increasing frequency, so much so that it began to feel pointless to deny the intentionality of the contact. Ramonu’s hands found their places on the scruff of each of the other's necks, holding the two of them close as she alternated kisses with increased frequency.
She made out with Sirius, the soft moans and whimpers from all three parties growing too pronounced to deny as both Rudolf and Sirius groped the girl between them.
“So good… so patient,” Ramonu cooed in the spaces between them, panting to catch her breath.
Her words floored both women, driving heat straight to their cores regardless of which one they were intended for.
“Shhh, close your eyes, just listen to me.”
Ramonu tightened her grip on the back of the heads, fingers tangling in their long brown manes as she asserted her control. Rudolf and Sirius whimpered for her as she pulled them closer. The two women tried to kiss her at the same time, both of them leaving wet marks along her jaw. Their own faces brushed against each other, and when Rudolf’s ear twitched from the excitement it batted against Sirius’s.
Ramonu smirked as she began to inch away from the two, moving incrementally so as not to be noticed. Rudolf and Sirius, eyes closed and desperate, hardly noticed as Ramonu pulled away from them, fulfilling their own need for friction with their faces rubbing against each other. Ramonu tightened her grip on their hair even further, earning a wince from Sirius and a whine from Rudolf, who jerked in the direction her hair was pulled. Directly towards Sirius.
Feeling hot lips against hers, Rudolf pressed forward and Sirius met her challenge, the two prideful rivals battling for a new kind of victory. Ramonu leaned back on her elbows, watching with a satisfied smile as Sirius grabbed Rudolf’s face and swiped her tongue against the other girl’s lips. The aggressiveness of the movement caused Rudolf to instinctually open her eyes, and Ramonu watched as they shot wide open in initial shock only to flutter shut as she allowed Sirius the access she craved. Beneath them, Ramonu began to slide her dress off as best she could, preparing a reward worthy of such good behavior.
Sirius moaned her kiss as she pulled her partner almost into her lap, her hands shifting and sliding up her legs as she discovered a slit in the other woman’s dress. Rudolf, throughly stirred up by the situation, didn’t fight as Sirius’s roaming hands found their way up her dress to cup her firm ass.
Before the two of them could get any further, Ramonu gripped their necks, grabbing their attention as well.
Sirius finally opened her eyes and took in the sight before her.
Symboli Rudolf sat half way on her lap, dress hiked and face flushed. Rudolf dodged eye contact, covering her face with one hand as she panted.
Sirius should have felt surprised, maybe betrayed by the situation, but the only thing on her mind was how beautiful Rudolf looked. Her perfect facade had been chipped away at her hands, leaving behind an adorably blushing mess who could barely hold eye contact. She was so cute, Sirius almost picked up where they left off without any extra prodding.
Before she could, however, a gentle squeeze reminded her who the real master mind of the encounter was - the one who had guided her hands at every step of the way.
Mejiro Ramonu lay between them, legs tangled with theirs and chest bared for them to see. She smiled up at them as if to say how proud she was of their progress. Sirius froze, her hand still up Rudolf’s dress as she stared down at the sight beneath her. Ramonu’s chest swelled beautifully, as if begging her to reach out and touch it, but as the first twitch signaling her moving away from Rudolf, the hand tangled in her hair tightened, yanking roughly.
“See how much better things are when you aren’t arguing? Just behaving and listening to what I tell you?” Ramonu’s words washed over them like a caress, “Keep going and you might get to do more than look.”
Rudolf shakily took hold of Sirius’s tie, loosening it before moving on to the buttons of her shirt, climbing fully into the stunned woman’s lap as she did so. It was only a reassuring nod from Ramonu that shook her out of her stunned state, and as soon as she did she flushed even harder as Rudolf slid her blazer from her shoulders. Sirius could hardly believe what was happening, but she was too excited to think too hard about it.
Sirius ran her hands up Rudolf’s back, finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down at an agonizing pace as if each inch was its own teasing touch. The dress slipped from Rudolf’s shoulder as the last of Sirius’s buttons popped free from its loop. The second the luxurious clothes hit the bed, Rudolf and Sirius pounced on each other. Ramonu watched happily, noting that she hadn’t even needed to push the two long time rivals this time.
Rudolf’s back hit the mattress as Sirius bit her neck, hands groping at her bare chest. Rudolf dug her nails into the other girl’s shoulders as she bucked her hips against Sirius’s leg that now lay slotted between her legs. Sirius kissed a trail lower, first licking then biting Rudolf’s nipple as she began to steadily grind her thigh against Rudof’s hot core.
Rudolf’s breath came unsteadily and she gasped beneath Sirius, the heavy need in her abdomen sinking lower with each passing second. Sirius pinched her other breast between her fingers and Rudolf saw stars. She needed Sirius. She needed more.
“Go on Lou-Lou, tell her what you need,” Ramonu whispered in her ear as she ran a hand through her ruined mane.
Rudolf whimpered as Sirius thrust her thigh against her, pressing her deeper into the mattress.
“Sirius please,” She whined, “I need you”
Rudolf guided Sirius’s hand from her breast down past her toned stomach to her heat, where lace and cotton did little to combat the wetness seeping through. She slipped a finger through her folds, pausing to circle her clit before pressing into her. Rudolf back arched as her whole body shuddered at the much needed contact. Sirius surged with pride as she watched Rudolf fall apart beneath her, knowing this was a sight reserved for her. Her and Mejiro Ramonu, she was reminded, when the older girl used her grip on her hair to force her to look into Rudolf’s eyes as she fingered her.
Rudolf trembled as Sirius slid her fingers in, curving them upwards with each thrust. Seamlessly, Sirius slipped a second finger inside, pressing a kiss against Rudolf’s lips in tandem. Rudolf kissed back, desperately grinding against Sirius’s fingers for more friction.
“Faster, dear, she’s almost there,” Ramonu instructed her.
Sirius obeyed without second thought, pressing her harder and faster as she kissed her. It wasn’t much longer until she began to feel Rudolf’s legs begin to tremble uncontrollably as her hands scrambled aimlessly against her back. Sirius’s wrist burned from the exertion, but she continued, determined to bring her to completion before her muscles gave out.
Rudolf’s breath hitched high and high as Sirius continued her ruthless pace until it finally became too much. Her eyes screwed shut as her powerful leg kicked wildly. The whole while, Ramonu stroked her hair and talked her through it, sweet nothings disappearing into her ear, unheard by anyone besides her.
Sirius gently slipped free of Rudolf, letting the exhausted champion fall into a blissful slumber. Sirius looked down at her hand, scarcely able to believe what just happpened. Rudolf had been her friend, her rival, her reason for running and somewhere along the line she had become so much more than all of that to her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand rubbing her cheek.
“You’re thinking too much Sirius,” Ramonu said quietly, “You did everything she needed… everything I asked of you. Just focus on that right now.”
Sirius nodded, leaning into the touch as Ramonu sat up, sliding Sirius’s dress pants down her legs and leaving her in only her boxers and a sports bra. Ramonu could tell how needy Sirius was from the wet spot visible through the plaid fabric.
“Come here Sirius, you deserve something for your efforts. That performance was both flawless and entirely captivating.”
Sirius climbed on top of Ramonu, but this time rather than taking the power along with it, she allowed the other woman to move her like a doll, sliding her leg between Sirius’s own and beckoning her to grind against it. Sirius groaned as she finally received the friction she so desperately needed - the same need she had sated for Rudolf just minutes ago. The heat of Ramonu’s soft thigh between her legs was intoxicating, and she pulled Sirius along it with powerful hands that gripped Sirius’s waist and hips. Sirius groaned, relishing the way Ramonu felt between her legs. She leaned forward, head level with Ramonu’s chest as she continued to grind against her.
It didn’t take long for her climax to approach, the excitement and tension that had built up since they were back on the dance floor coiled like a spring inside her and as Ramonu expertly brought her close and closer to release, the spring grew dangerously taught; threatening to give at any moment.
Sirius’s breath was ragged as she felt the fabric dig into her folds, each movement brushing tantalizingly against her.
“That’s it Sirius, just a little more. I saw how hard you worked for this. I see you Sirius. I see you,” Ramonu whispered, speaking quicker and quicker in sync with Sirius’s grinding,” That’s it, let go.”
Sirius let out a choked moan as she collapsed onto Ramonu, legs twitching slightly as she clung to her. Her heavy breathing was a beautiful sound to Ramonu, every bit as perfect as watching Rudolf fall apart on the other girl’s fingers.
Eventually, Sirius’s breathing slowed as she joined Rudolf in sleep. When she was finally able to extradite herself from the tangle of limbs on her bed, Ramonu slipped away, carefully so as not to wake them. She quickly shed her few remaining articles of clothing, trading them for a clean bathrobe of the finest silk the Mejiro fortune could buy. She looked fondly down at the two women curled against each other in her bed. There, sleeping in various states of undress with blissed out smiles on their faces, Ramonu could almost believe that it would last forever.
Maybe if she looked at them long enough they wouldn’t leave. Maybe if she asked them they would abandon the dreams that went along with the Symboli name. Maybe they wouldn’t go to Europe. Maybe things could stay like this forever. Ramonu knew that for all the privilege and prestige at her fingertips, none of it would matter in the face of their determination to compete. She knew there was nothing she could say to keep this moment from ending, so she chose to savor it. Mejiro Ramonu laid down beside her friends - her lovers - her rivals - the most important people in her life - and drifted to sleep.