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"Seiun Sky coming up from behind, overtaking Daiwa Scarlet in fourth place! Taiki Shuttle right behind at sixth, coming into fifth!"
The energy in the stadium was practically electric as the girls on the track sprinted forward, their thundering footsteps still coming through over the crowd and excited announcer. I'd watched countless races on TV and in clips online, but I'd never seen one in person before today. There was so much happening, between the different races, the different vendors selling merchandise, and even people walking the stands waving different snacks around. It was all so exciting, and a bit overwhelming, but I was here for one girl, and one girl alone.
"Here she comes! Gold Ship coming out of seventh place and suddenly rocketing up into second!"
The crowd roared all around me, drowning out my own cries of support, but I knew she heard me. The camera tracking the racers zoomed in on Gold Ship as she dashed past the middle of the pack, securing a position just behind Narita Brian. The race wasn't over though; there was still a long stretch ahead.
"You can do it Gold Ship!" I screamed, waving my Gold Ship flag. I lost sight of the screen as the crowd surged again, but when I managed to catch a glimpse I saw that she had pushed through to first place, making me yell all the louder.
"Coming up on the finish line, it's neck and neck between Narita Brian and Gold Ship!" the announcer called out, just as excited as everyone else, "It's too close to call! It's going to be a photo finish!"
Every muscle in my arms clenched as my hands tightened into fists. She could do it. I knew she could-
"By a hair's width, it's Narita Brian! Gold Ship takes second, and Mejiro McQueen takes third! What a race!"
Hearing the words, my heart immediately dropped into my stomach as I fell into my seat. It wasn't fair. She'd tried so hard, she did everything right... It just wasn't fair. Even after the race she kept on smiling and waving as usual, but I knew it was eating her up inside. But if she was going to keep up appearances, then so would I. For her.
The concert at the end of the night was just as brilliant as I'd expected, with everyone shouting and waving their glowsticks. And when Gold Ship came out on stage, I cheered louder than I ever had before, praying that she'd somehow receive my dedication and grow stronger. The whole experience was bittersweet. I didn't even know why it upset me so much; second place was nothing to sneeze at, and it had been neck and neck. Anyone else would be proud.
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When the concert finally ended, the crowd began to shuffle on home, gradually leaving the stadium while I did the same. Instead of heading to the train station like everyone else, however, something told me to take a detour. I remembered passing an outdoor track on the way to the venue, and this was probably the dumbest thought I ever had, but I found myself walking in that direction instead. My body still burned with energy from the day's events, so I figured a lap or two would help calm me down. But as I approached the fence line, I heard footsteps, quick and heavy, and I could see a figure in the dark sprinting circles around the inside lane. I couldn't make out much besides a faint silhouette, but as my eyes gradually adjusted to the dark the familiar outline of pointy ears and a flowing tail came into view. I kept my mouth shut at first, in case it wasn't her, but when she ran past to complete another lap, her silver hair caught the moonlight and I knew it had to be.
"Gold Ship!" I called out, immediately hopping the fence and bolting to the edge of the track. Even as I watched, her impressive gait didn't slow for a second, and she blew past me another four times. I knew better than to try and stop her or get in her way, and part of me was also struck dumb just watching her move from this close. Gold Ship was quite a bit taller than she seemed in videos, and a bit intimidating physically. Though she was wearing a track suit, I could still see how well she filled it out, with the fabric bunching and stretching as she ran. It wasn't only her legs that had some size to them either, her upper body was just as muscular.
In the time it would have taken me to run a single lap, Gold Ship completed three more, then a fourth. She seemed hyper focused on something, so instead of just waiting for her to stop, I pulled out the flag I'd been carrying all day and began to wave it back and forth. I expected her pace to suffer a little bit over time, considering she'd been running all day, but as the flag rippled through the air her footsteps only grew faster, until she finally came to an abrupt halt and fell over onto the grass in the center of the field.
"Gold Ship! Are you okay?"
Running over as quickly as I could, I fell to Gold Ship's side as she stared up at the night sky, her chest heaving with each breath she took.
"Hey, I was pretty good out there today, right?" she asked, reaching up with one hand to grasp at a star.
I could feel the tears already welling up, but I just barely managed to hold them back before finding my voice again. "You were amazing."
"I know there's no reason for me to be so upset. I did my best. I got second place," Gold Ship went on, mirroring my own thoughts from earlier, "But whenever I think about it I get so burnt up I just have to start running. What if I'd pushed just that little bit more? What if I'd leaned forward just an inch further?"
I knew if I told her I felt the exact same way it would just weird her out, so I kept quiet and simply lay down beside her on the damp grass, listening to her breathing gradually slow. Any other day I would have likely lost my mind over seeing Gold Ship, let alone meeting her, but this didn't seem like the appropriate time to badger her with questions. Instead, I just wanted to be there for her, as I had been in the stands.
"I'm not a coach, so I probably don't know what I'm talking about," I finally said after a few minutes of silence, "But I don't think you should feel anything but pride for your race today. If you can find something to learn from, to improve, then that's already coming out ahead for the next time."
There was a soft chuckle from beside me as Gold Ship stretched out on the ground. "You know, you sound like my trainer. He always says things like that. Worst thing is, he's always right."
"Well, I'm glad I could help then," I replied, my heart pounding nervously, "I've been a big fan of yours ever since I first saw you online. So if there's ever anything I can do, just let me know."
"Ehhh? People are watching me on the internet?" Gold Ship sounded surprised, as if she didn't already know she was plastered everywhere, "That does make sense... I am the brightest star, after all. But, since you say you want to help, I think I know of a way..."
"Anything!"
Turning her head, Gold Ship looked directly at me until I was forced to meet her intense gaze. "I always give 110% in all my races, but if I have someone cheering me on, I can go just a bit faster. Trainer's going away for a week to visit family, so what do you say to helping me out during practice?"
"What, you want me to come watch you run?" This was like a dream come true. Getting to see Gold Ship every day? Or however many days she trained in a week, I had no clue. "Yeah, of course. Just tell me when and where."
"Perfect!" Jumping to her feet, Gold Ship began pacing back and forth. "This could be just what I need to win the next cup. Now I just need your phone for a second..."
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"You can do it Gold Ship!"
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I waved my homemade flag beside the relatively empty track as Gold Ship sprinted past, a gust of wind following in her stead. It had only been three days since I'd agreed to fill in for her trainer as moral support, but already her times were looking better. Despite having all her energy at the start, she always paced herself until the last minute, sprinting wildly at the end and running to exhaustion. Whatever she was doing, however, it was working for her.
"Alright! What was the time on that run?" she asked, jogging over excitedly, "It felt a lot better!"
"You've managed to shave off a whole second," I informed her, showing the stopwatch, "It's already faster than your time at the derby!"
Gold Ship's excited face froze for a second as a loud gurgle emanated from her stomach, and a second later she was doubled over on the ground.
"Hey... Hey..." she groaned, waving me down with one hand, "Do you think you could bring me some yakisoba? I might have gone a little too hard on that last lap..."
I'd been staying in a hotel for the past few days just to keep close to Gold Ship, but I was pretty sure I could find some nearby. "Is there anything particular you want on it?"
"Spicy mustard..."
Easy enough. After helping Gold Ship to a bench, I took a short trip to the local convenience store, grabbing a few containers of prepared noodles and sachets of mustard, along with a number of different energy drinks. The clerk at the counter even helped me microwave the soba just enough to reheat it to the perfect temperature, as well as mixing in the mustard with the sauce. When I made my way back to Gold Ship, however, I found her sprawled out on the bench, her arms and head hanging over the back, disturbing the local birds in the area with snores that sounded like two heavy rocks grinding together. Her track jacket sat on the bench beside her, leaving Gold Ship with just a simple tank top, but as my eyes well to her waist, I saw a massive lump had formed just inside the leg of her pants.
"Uh, your food is here," I coughed,, and Gold Ship immediately perked up, a thin stream of dried saliva coating her cheek.
"I can smell it! Yakisoba with mustard!" she exclaimed, leaping forward and tackling me to the ground, "Itadakimasu!"
Pinned beneath Gold Ship, I could only watch in horror as she tore the bag apart and shoveled the hot noodles into her open mouth, her undulating throat dragging them down into her stomach just as quickly as she could force them into her mouth. Bits of saliva and yakisoba sauce rained down on my face while I listened to the continuous slurping and gulping from above, and in less than a minute both containers fell to the ground with a hollow thunk.
"That was... umazing..." Gold Ship sighed, slumping forward onto the groud. Unfortunately, with her waist still planted firmly on my chest, it meant that her crotch pressed directly against my upturned face, smothering me in the fabric of her tracksuit.
"Gol- I can't-" I tried to protest, but every time I parted my lips I got a mouthful of something thick and warm from inside her pants. Each hot breath I exhaled only made it twitch and grow, until it felt as if Gold Ship had hidden a cylindrical tube of meat down her pant leg. I still wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but when I managed to catch a handful in a meager attempt to push her off, I immediately realized what I was grabbing.
"Oh, sorry," Gold Ship apologized, though she didn't move her waist at all except to grind it harder against my lips, "I haven't been able to relax at all these past few days. Guess I'm just a bit pent up."
I wanted to push her off, to tell her to stop, I really did. But as I struggled to suck in air through the sweaty fabric, I grew more and more lightheaded and my willpower gradually faded away. There was a peculiar scent, more than just sweat, that I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was just... intoxicating. As Gold Ship continued to roll her hips against me, my body turned strangely warm and saliva just continued to build in my mouth, spilling from the corners of my lips as my tongue unconsciously dragged against the solid slab of meat growing ever larger.
"Trainer always got a funny look on his face whenever he'd help me with my stretches," Gold Ship went on, finally sitting up and giving me a moment of fresh air, "Yeah, just like that! You're doing it too!"
I had no idea what face she was talking about; I could barely comprehend what she was saying. Her words came through as if she were speaking underwater, and the trees spun wildly in circles around my head.
"Uhh..."
"Don't worry Mr. Temp Trainer, I know exactly how to fix you!" Gold Ship said, and I was suddenly lifted off the ground before being thrown over her shoulder. I wasn't really sure that I needed fixing, per se, but that didn't stop her from carrying me off somewhere as I was forced to breathe in more of her musk while hanging limp off her muscular arm. After maybe a few minutes, it was hard to tell exactly, I was placed on a bench indoors somewhere and promptly stripped naked, still too dazed to understand what was going on. However, when my vision finally focused for the briefest of moments, I found myself in a room made completely of wood with a small stove filled with rocks in the center.
"What is this, some kind of spa?" I asked, the haze over my mind clearing enough for me to process thoughts again.
"Sure is," Gold Ship replied, sitting across from me in her tank top and track pants, "Nothing better to relax and soothe your aching muscles."
"Any reason why I'm the only one naked?"
Gold Ship's eyes narrowed as she openly leered, her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth. "I had an excuse in my head, but as soon as I sat down I completely forgot what it was."
There were a number of towels within reach, so I quickly grabbed one just as Gold Ship poured a ladle of water over the hot rocks. A loud hiss burst forth from the sudden evaporation, filling the space with steam and partially obscuring Gold Ship from view. The heat was admittedly nice, especially after a long day, but I couldn't help but be a little self-conscious about being nude with my idol sitting just a few feet away.
"So, Mr. Temp Trainer, what do you think of the rising star, the phenom, the beautiful thunder, Golshi?" she asked, her bright violet eyes locked on me from across the room. I couldn't tell if it was because of the warm steam coating every inch of my body, or the strange effect she was having on me, but my lips moved without a single thought in my head.
"Well, I mean... There's nobody else like you," I gushed, spilling years of adoration out within seconds, "Not only are you the most beautiful in every race, but you're the strongest, the fastest, the inspiration to everyone. You're a living legend, and every minute spent in your presence has been a dream come true."
I knew I was only feeding her ego, but honestly, I wanted to. As I piled on the compliments, however, I noticed the front of her pants begin to rise again, except this time we were all alone.
"Don't stop," Gold Ship ordered, pulling off her tank top in front of me, "Tell me what you think."
"I think you'll be a household name across the world, bigger than Elvis, and I'm a bit jealous of your trainer-"
Silently rising to her feet, Gold Ship walked over and stood directly in front of me, placing a hand on the back of my head and pulling my face back into her damp tracksuit pants.
"I think I'm already bigger than Elvis," she whispered, slowly letting her bottoms fall away as she mashed my lips and nose against her crotch, "What about you?"
Free from its fabric prison, the immense slab of meat I'd felt earlier sprang upright, brushing against my cheek. I didn't quite get a good look at it, considering my proximity, but I sure felt it. Warm and heavy, it rested against my face as a reminder of Gold Ship's overwhelming strength, the turgid flesh pulsating rhythmically beneath the soft pink and black skin. Even more oppressive than the size was the smell, as if I were inhaling a direct shot of pheromones that rendered my body weak and pliable to her influence.
"I think you might be," I gasped, drool falling from my lips as they struggled to form the words. Every instinct to keep a professional distance, to be a man, to show my own strength, had been replaced with a burning need to serve Gold Ship. My tongue, already hanging free, found its way to the twitching rod rubbing against my face, and as soon as I tasted the pungent sweat coating the surface, my eyes glazed over and I was lost completely. Kissing my way up the impossibly long shaft, I eventually found the flattened tip and ran my tongue repeatedly across it, slathering it with my saliva. It was already partially coated with some kind of salty slime that oozed continuously from the opening, and soon my taste buds were also covered in the stuff, as was the lining of my throat. There was so much buildup, it was impossible not to swallow.
"Mr. Temp Trainer, you're so greedy..." Gold Ship murmured, stroking herself with one hand and pouring still more thick ooze onto my tongue, "Gulping down every drop without a second thought. You can't just spend all your time on the appetizer when the rest of the meal is waiting..."
I didn't even realize what she was saying at first, but I soon got a better set of instructions as she pulled my lips away from the head and down to the sheath at the base, letting me work my tongue there for half a minute before dragging me even lower. Hanging just below her massive cock were a pair of twin orbs, sitting snugly in their smooth casing and awaiting my attention. I watched one jump slightly as I was guided in, then felt it jump again once my lips were pressed firmly to it. Warm goo dripped onto my bare back as my body was compelled into kissing the large globes, then again, and again, until finally I was pulled away and allowed to resume my meal at the head of her shaft. My own cock was painfully stiff, though nowhere near as impressive, but neither she nor I paid any attention to it in the least. We both knew who really deserved worship.
"You're not satisfied with just that, are you?" Gold Ship asked as she casually sprawled out onto the floor, "Or are you already addicted?"
Looking up at me with her violet eyes, she beckoned me down with one finger and I immediately crashed to the ground. My mind went completely blank, devoid of any thoughts as my lips pressed to one of Gold Ship's muscular thighs, and as soon as my tongue made contact with her skin again a violent shudder shot up my spine. I'd never done any kind of drugs in my life, but I imagined this was what it would feel like. Every lick, every kiss, every time I touched Gold Ship at all, a warmth would just blossom inside me, soothing my mind and body while pulling me deeper into insatiable cravings. Showing my appreciation to Gold Ship's immaculate body was the reason I was here, the reason I existed at all. Her towering shaft pointed straight at the ceiling, waiting patiently as I showed reverence to every inch of her thighs, but I eventually made my way back to where I belonged. A layer of sticky pre coated the outside, glistening invitingly, and though I still had so much more of Gold Ship's body to cover, I simply couldn't resist.
"Is that your favorite part of me?" Gold Ship asked with a chuckle, lying still as I slurped wildly along her cock. The only answer I could give was a pathetic moan; my lips and tongue were far too busy polishing the massive rod before me. She seemed to find my unrelenting tongue lashing amusing, and instead of pulling me away, she simply provided a bit of incentive to explore further. While I was busy mindlessly sucking at the base, Gold Ship stroked herself a bit and angled her shaft back, letting the river of clear slime pool on her midriff, which naturally drew me in. Before I could begin cleaning her porcelain skin with my tongue, however, Gold Ship dipped her finger into the puddle of ooze and dragged it up her body, then again, and again, until every inch of her was coated in the salty drippings.
"Alright, come get it then," she whispered.
Finally let off my leash, I dove in to lick the soft skin of her stomach, sliding my tongue between the crevices of her abs to collect every drop of pre I could find. Feeling her firm muscles continuously flex and release only tightened her hold on me, and I ended up staying at her midriff long after I'd already licked it clean. Only another curl of her finger drew me higher, and I gradually made my way to her perfectly formed breasts, affording them the same level of adoration as I had the rest of her. Soft, but still holding their shape, they looked just as perfectly sculpted as the rest of her body, but I was far too drunk on her scent to come up with any words to tell her. All I could do was show my adoration with my mouth, systematically scouring every inch of her skin until I'd swallowed down two more mouthfuls of her addicting slime.
My hands reflexively fell to her shaft, even as my lips traveled along her collarbone, working it back and forth to coax out what I'd come to crave. When I tried to crawl back down to taste it, however, Gold Ship's hand caught the back of my head, dragging me back up by my hair.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, raising her arm and pointing to the glistening coat of pre coating the pale divot beneath her tricep. I didn't have a choice. Even if my mind could have recognized what I was doing, my body was captivated by her every word, and so without waiting another second I flattened my tongue to drag it along Gold Ship's armpit. The combination of her intense sweat and salty ooze gave me such an intense headrush, the steam room turned completely dark for a few seconds, though I licked obediently without question even as I fought for consciousness. Whether or not she noticed, I couldn't tell, but after a few minutes of meticulous oral sanitation, I was allowed to take my place between her legs once more.
Kneeling politely in front of the tower of cock that seemed to ooze endless amounts of translucent liquid, I gave a slight bow before making myself useful by slurping up the excess collecting on her flared head. It was so tall and thick, I barely even had to hunch over to reach it. While my hands busied themselves by stroking the majority of her member, something inside my head prompted me to try and fit her in my mouth. I knew it would never work, I couldn't even close my hand around it, but I wouldn't be satisfied until I at least gave it a try. Gold Ship's pointy ears twitched as she watched me struggle to stretch my jaw wide enough, but I didn't hear her try to stop me. The natural lubrication flowing freely from the tip helped slightly, forming a slick layer on my lips, and after a minute or so of attempting to force myself upon it, Gold Ship suddenly bucked her hips upward, sending her cock screaming into my mouth and locking herself in place.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked, her lips curling into a smirk, "I guess you'll just have to tame this beast..."
Panic gradually crept through the pheromone induced haze as my jaw remained pried open, but a sudden jet of warm pre on my tongue soothed it momentarily. She was right, of course. I had to make her shaft shrink, and there was only one way to do that. Unfortunately, as I tried to move my head, I found that there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver. If I tried to push down, her flared head would plug the back of my throat, with the threat of spearing me completely. If I tried to pull away, my teeth would catch the back end. With no other options left to me, I did my best to work her shaft with my hands while sucking nervously on the tip, forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of pre as it escaped. As amateurish as my motions were, they still seemed to have an effect. I could see Gold Ship's chest rising and falling faster, while her thick member pulsated and twitched between my fingers. Stranger still, the constant river of liquid flowing onto my tongue began to taste different, with a viscous texture.
"Don't stop, Mr. Temp Trainer..."
Gold Ship's words pierced the fog over my mind and spurred me on, forcing my hands to work her shaft even faster until suddenly her cock swelled larger still, and a heavy eruption of gooey seed landed against the roof of my mouth. Frozen in shock from the sheer amount, I felt the thick slime pool until it began to fall down the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow out of reflex. Just as soon as the first mouthful was gone, however, a second helping took its place, and I had no choice but to do it again. Then again. By the time Gold Ship finally stopped feeding me, my belly felt as if I'd eaten those bowls of yakisoba instead of her; full to bursting. Thankfully, it also reduced the swelling of her shaft just enough for it to slip free, leaving me kneeling awkwardly between Gold Ship's legs with a queasy stomach.
"Oh, that was a great spa session, Mr. Temp Trainer," Gold Ship groaned, stretching out on the floor, "What do you think?"
Still too addled to speak, I just gave a quiet burp that tasted of Gold Ship, watching her cock sway before my eyes. Even after pumping my stomach full of its prize winning seed, it still stood tall and proud, reminding me that Gold Ship was, in fact, an endurance runner.
"We've still got a few more days together," she went on, grabbing herself at the base and slapping the slime coated tip against my cheek, "What do you say I give you a bit of training too, before the end?..."