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(Now or never… Now or never… now or never… Eek! I can't!)
Cheval-chan was standing in front of her bed, an outfit in front of her, waiting to be worn. It was her idea to finally take the next step in their relationship. It's not like she didn't want to have sex but every single time she imagined any scenario even coming near foreplay her mind short circuited and kicked her out of her own fantasy.
The outfit was a Marine sailor uniform… well… a costume one… one of those found in the “you know where” section… It was so embarrassing to go into the store and request access to that area. Later on Vivlos chuckled at her and asked her why she just didn't order it online? (YEAH, WHY!?) She was punishing herself so long afterwards for not thinking about it due to her nerves. (Well at least the store clerk was kind and helpful, encouraging me to keep going… I should thank her more)
Well… she was prepared… overly so… after braving the store and even shopping for condoms (that part was also embarrassing! They asked me how big my partner was! As if I know that!?) yes… for buying condoms it's not just drop and go. With her choice anxiety and subsequent paralysis she asked an employee directly and they of course have gone through their usual pitch of: “What allergies do you and your partner have?”; “What size are they?”; “Do they need something for specific conditions/disabilities related to their genitalia?” And other questions like that. (I never thought about sex so often in my life before… Why is it so complicated..? My head is spinning…)
In her spiral of overthinking she hadn't realized the time yet and so her boyfriend was breaking her out with a click on the apartment's door. (Eek! He's here! And I… urgh… I wanted to surprise him! What do I do, what do I do!?)
“Cheval-chan..?” You call out through your shared home. “Hmm… her jacket is here, as well as her shoes… she should be home…
(If I can't see him, he can't see me, If I can't see him, he can't see me…) “Eek!”
It's as if you opened the door to a startled deer… not quite… a startled deer would be more courageous as Cheval-chan was desperately hiding. Embarrassed that she has overthought so hard as to not being able to put on her surprise. (Stop overthinking and now or never are easier said than done…)
Seeing how the white, lingerie-style sailor uniform and the pack of condoms contrast against the bedsheets you of course immediately know what's up. But you are also quite the shy little guy and also avert your gaze. Feeling rude for sexualizing your lover.
“I'm back home darling… why are you hiding..?”
(Oh please… as if you didn't see the reason for my embarrassment! Urgh… kill me now and hide my body in the deepest ocean trench…)
“Cheval-chan..? Please… it's not that bad, is it..?”
“It is! I ruined everything by overthinking!”
“please come out from the curtain and we’ll go through this together…”
(If I have to…) “O-okay…”
Cheval Grand peaks her head out of her hiding spot, too shy to face you fully.
“Well… I guess that's enough. I can at least see your cute hat and Uma ears…”
“I come out fully and explain myself if you promise not to make fun of me.”
“Okay, deal!”
Taking a quick breath to compose herself she comes out, a bright red flush on her face, wearing her comfy home attire although she planned to surprise you with the other outfit in the room.
“I ruined it…”
“Oh come now… is it that bad..?”
“It is! I planned out dressing in this s-s-sexy! Oh god… this is so embarrassing… this Marine outfit and… I thought how to present it and when you come and what to do and when to say it and… and… and…”
You hug her, interrupting her spiral by squeezing her deeply into you. “It's really okay… it must have been hard planning this alone didn't it..?”
“I… guess… but I chickened out at the last moment… actually wearing it…”
“What do you say about taking a short break and then you can still ambush me with your plan as soon as you are ready…”
“But… the surprise is gone…”
“Well… not quite… the fact that you have gone through all that planning… just for me… well that must have cost a lot of courage.”
Cheval Grand begins sniffling into your shoulder. (You're too kind) The words hang in her throat, she wants to say so much but only wrangled cries come out.
“There there… You were so brave, my dear Cheval-chan…” Stroking her back during the embrace before pulling her forehead into a small smooch.
“We'll do it like this my love, I will leave the room and you'll get all the time you need to prepare. Then you'll call me in. Okay..?”
“O-o-okay! I can do it!”
“That's my Cheval-chan!”
And so you continue with the adjusted plan. Cheval Grand needs a lot of time but for your love you would wait countless of centuries and then some. In reality it was roughly under an hour, finding enough courage was the longest part of the wait. Stripping out and putting on was also a bit challenging with her body feeling like it will burn out through the heat being produced through her vivid scenarios her brain comes up with.
After putting it on the reflection of the wall mirror makes her panic so she covers it with the nearest piece of cloth. She feels sexy… and that's the problem because it clashes with her core personality. She wants to be sexy for you but then again it takes all of her power as she lays on the bed and finally calls out:
“Come in! P-please!”
Your sign… she sounds so bashful… you hope that she hasn't overwhelmed herself too much with the surprise she planned. You open the door, slowly…
And she's behind the curtain again… you're sure that you seen her on the bed for like a second. She really is fast when she's embarrassed… comically fast… as if the rush she experiences disables physics for a bit.
“I'M SORRY! I'M SO PATHETIC!”
“Hey… it's fine Cheval-chan… we don't have t-”
“YES WE DO! NOW OR NEVER!”
“Okay… okay… whenever you're ready…”
Déjà Vu, as her head peaks out the same way it did earlier, with her signature Marine hat showing itself with her cute Uma ears before the rest of the face follows.
“I'm so proud of you…”
“This isn't helping! Eek!”
“Sorry… uhm… any way it's possible to continue..? Otherwise I'll hand you your clothes again and we try it another day…”
“I said now or never! I can't just tuck in my tail and tap out!”
“Okay… I'll wait…”
“Now I feel selfish for letting you wait…”
“Urgh… this is awkward…”
“Agreed… okay! Coming out!”
She let's go of the edge of the curtain now fully plunging into the unknown. A new world record in how red the human or in her case Umamusume body can go from a blush is broken at the same time she reveals herself.
Now clad in the very revealing “sexy Marine” sailor outfit in the same matching color tone as her usual hat she wears sweat of terror, (and maybe arousal..?) already soaking the limited fabric of the piece. Her gaze darting all over the room but to you, avoiding a full confrontation.
She watched a tutorial on how to seduce your boyfriend holding a condom but her little helper slips out of her hands that were shaking from adrenaline. This accident just makes the heat rushing through her head even worse than before and dhe stumbles into you as you catch her.
“You are being so brave Cheval-chan…” You yourself were also averting your gaze even though she wanted you to look at her or why else had she picked out a sexy costume..? What followed was a cowards’ dance of eyes flying into every imaginable corner but those on their partner's body, even though both yearned to be perceived and get a good look in themselves.
“Please look at me…” She whispers. Almost imperceivably quiet and yet, due to the heightened sensitivity of arousal and the fact that you both were quieter than a mouse hiding from a predator, you heard and understood her clearly. She wants this… she needs this… now is not the time for false chivalry or “not sexualizing her” or whatever other excuses you've gotten.
And so you finally, truly look at her, making your eyes finally wander over her almost naked body.
It is beautiful. The perfections and imperfections. Scars from injuries, hills and valleys, small bumps and miscolorings. It doesn't matter that she saw them as something shameful because it was hers and you loved every single cell of her body.
Having been held relatively celibate by your own shame towards admitting sexual feelings they all accumulated into the biggest hormonal rush both of you ever experienced since you began dating one another.
You were sweating, you were panting and your limbs might as well not be there, being incapacitated by the heat and nerves. Knees softer than pudding, arms heavier than sandbags. You wanted to take her, here and now, all your primordial senses were attuned to only one task now, with the proof of it poking at your pants, seeking freedom.
“What do you think..? I look… s-sexy… don't I..?”
“To me you are the sexiest woman in the universe… but this outfit…”
“I… know… too much..?”
“Uhm… well… I love it… but yeah…”
“Hehe… should have started a bit lighter…”
“Let's equip that condom you've prepared and see where it leads to…”
“O-okay!”
Picking up the foil package she rips it open, innocent to most sexuality she plays with the robbery material out of curiosity while you free your erection to apply it onto.
Having a good chuckle in each other’s arms you dissipate some of the pressure with a few giggles and kisses.
“I want you…” She whispers onto your lips as you disconnect them, this time taking all her courage to stare directly into your eyes while uttering the wish: “Take me!”
No reservations, she needs you now! And so you follow her wish, lifting and throwing her onto the bed before climbing after her. Your hands are now all over her and the outfit she chose for you slipping in and out while squeezing your weight into her making her feel your love vibrating through every millimetre of her body as you go through her bit by bit. Your lips, tongue, fingers, palms, nails, your whole being were only made for her and her alone as you flood her with your love and appreciation over and over again.
“Mhh… please… I want everything… please… put it in…”
You basically white out, only being steered by your lust as you lose all last bits of self restraint, pushing inside of her unleashing all of the pent up passion you held hidden for so long in the fear of rejection. Both of you become one, moaning, grunting, shuddering, yearning, sweating, drooling, breathing. Everything you do is just an extension of the love you've built for the other as you finally come undone in a crescendo.
Panting up a storm after this test of stamina she brings up enough strength to ask you: “You still have to tell me how I look in this outfit” giggling at her own contextual joke.
“Like the most beautiful sailor in the world…~” you whisper into her lips before leaning in for the last kiss.