A/N: It feels weird to write 'The Trainer'. Might be because I've gotten so used to writing 'The Commander' that it keeps tripping me up.

First lewd Uma Musume fic I've done, so not entirely sure how accurately I got Agnes and Manhattan's personality, but I hope it's enjoyable all the same~


Wandering Hands

Trainer was quite the amorous individual.

Well known for his head-pats, cuddles and overt displays of affection he had garnered the like of many horse-girls – whether for the pampering he'd gladly give them, or the genuine affection he'd treat them all with, bordering on a romantic level even when they'd only met five minutes beforehand.

Agnes Tachyon and Manhattan Café were two recipients of this affection the most. They'd worked alongside the Trainer for many months and were intimately close with the man, to the point he treated them almost like he would wives – the off-handed comment never failing to make both blush scarlet, embarrassed but evidently happy by the implication. It wasn't against the rules to for a Trainer to marry a horse-girl under their command, but it was probably frowned upon. Thus, they were content – if only for the time being – to stay as they were, so long as they could remain by their Trainer's side.

Thus it shouldn't be a surprise to know they spent a lot of time together both on the track, and off it too.

Such as having a movie night together.

The Trainer smile lightly, hearing Agnes and Manhattan bickering lightly as he went about filling several bowls with sweets. His apartment wasn't terribly big but it didn't need to be; featuring a connected living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom with only a small corridor leading to the front door. It was the definition of a cosy home, in his opinion; the walls a modern grey and the floor a rich dark wood. Considering that Halloween was mere days away he'd also gone and decorated the walls with numerous black paper bats, fake cobwebs, and left some pumpkins with orange lights within them around on the floor.

Gathering up the bowls of sweets the Trainer got to appreciate that fact as he walked through to the adjoined living room; the room rectangular with a single window peering out into the park outside, the trees bare of their leaves and rattling in the light wind. However his gaze wasn't outside but on the comfy three-seater couch that sat before the TV, the pre-movie trailers already rolling.

And sat upon the couch was Agnes Tachyon and Manhattan Café. Both had forsaken their race outfits for a pair of cosy pyjamas; thin but slightly fluffy cotton that hugged their frames nicely. While Agnes was much curvier and bustier, one of the buttons on her orange shirt visibly fighting for its survival, Manhattan was more slender and with a noticeably smaller bust, her pyjamas a purple bordering on violet. Not that he minded her chest size; he adored them for who they were, regardless of physique.

''Hm? Ah, Guinea Pig!'' Agnes grinned as she noticed him. ''C'mon~!''

''I'm coming, I'm coming.'' He chuckled lightly, walking around Agnes's legs and sitting down between the two girls, smiling when they almost immediately cuddled into his sides. ''Put the movie on now Agnes.''

''Got it!'' The horse-girl chirped, her oversized sleeves flapping as she fumbled for the remote.

As the brunette did so Manhattan pulled various blankets up from the floor; draping it partway around herself and prompting Agnes to do the same, only further enticing the two horse-girls to cuddle up against him so they could cover him partially too. The way their heads poked up out from the covers, one hand each darting into the bowls of sweets to pluck up some candy in unison, drew a light chuckle out of the Trainer.

And with the press of the 'play' button their horror movie marathon began.

X-x-X

It was about halfway into the first movie that the Trainer realised the girls might've overestimated their tolerance for horror.

At first it wasn't anything too bad. They were unnerved by the creepy music and haunting intro, as was he, but when the psychopathic serial killer was revealed to be dismembering his victims the two never left his side; their eyes glued to the TV screens and flinching at the slightest creak of a floorboard or howl of the wind. It didn't help that the aforementioned wind had picked up, blowing a gale outside and causing the barren tree branches to bump against the glass like skeletal fingers, frightening the two and making them press into his side for protection.

Such as right now; as the killer jump-scared the protagonist and began fast-walking towards them down the mineshaft, Agnes squeaked and pulled his left arm up against her, apparently unaware of the fact that left her sizeable bust pressed up against his biceps. Manhattan wasn't much better, hiding her face in his shoulder and prompting him to reflexively hold her hip, keeping her close even as the horse-girl held her blanket over herself, nearly covering herself entirely.

''Relax.'' The Trainer soothed, kissing Manhattan on the forehead.

The black-haired horse-girl blushed and smiled shyly up at him, resting her head just under his jaw and hiding her face in his collarbone. Agnes didn't even protest, too frightened by the film to be jealous, but regardless the Trainer looped his arm around her and pulled her flush against him. He was unable to miss though how her pyjama shirt had hiked up somewhat, exposing a bit of her stomach. He grasped the hem and tried to pull it down to no avail, prompting him to try a second time-

-and with an audible ping the button holding the two halves of her shirt together flew away from her bust, finally free and bouncing off the wall before rolling out of sight. In its absence the frontmost part of Agnes's orange pyjama shirt had formed a diamond-shaped opening, one that let him glimpse her large, plump bust underneath the thin fabric, a hint of a nipple visible. Agnes flushed pink immediately and tried tugging her shirt closed to no avail; only causing the gap below to widen a bit, exposing some underboob.

''Hmph, look what'cha did now, Guinea Pig...'' Despite her words there wasn't much heat to Agnes's tone; more a fond exasperation.

The Trainer flushed, wasting no time in kissing her on the nose. ''I'm sorry, didn't know.''

''H-Heh, it's fine. Only if you gimme a good kiss right here though~'' Anges put a finger to her lips, smirking confidently.

The Trainer didn't hesitate to follow through and 'apologise'; connecting his lips against Agnes's own and earning a soft, approving hum from his adoring partner. The hand that had tried tugging her shirt down settled on her hip instead, stroking it faintly as they made out, neither pulling back from the kiss even as air grew sparse. Only when the need became irresistible did they break off the kiss, inhaling a much-needed gulp of air and locking eyes; a pleased glint to Agnes's eyes.

Shifting from his right drew his gaze over to Manhattan; the black-haired girl pouting up at him. The Trainer smiled and without needing to be told closed the distance between them, connecting his lips with hers in a deep, and no less intimate kiss; instantly melting her protests into mush as she moaned. The man caressing her hip subconsciously went lower, tracing her subtle curves down to her small but perky butt, giving it a light grope.

Manhattan moaned approvingly, sliding her hands up his chest. ''Mm... Trainer-san...''

The buttons of his own pyjama shirt didn't last more than a few seconds, not least because Agnes joined in on the fun and undid the bottom few buttons – ending up meeting Manhattan halfway at the middle, allowing his shirt to spill open. Almost immediately the two horse-girls assaulted him with a slew of kisses and smooches, their lips pecking along his stomach and chest, even his nipples were not spared from the playful smooches. In response the Trainer groaned, slipping his right hand down into Manhattan's purple pyjama bottoms and doing the same for Agnes.

Little moans escaped both his partners as they undoubtedly felt his fingers slide along their underwear; that lasting for all of a second before he dipped his fingers under the waistband, stroking their slits. Agnes mewled happily whilst Manhattan bowed her head and moaned, evidently the more submissive of the two, but with eagerness the Trainer leaned down and claimed Manhattan's lips in a kiss – stroking her delicate slit at the same time, coaxing a gentle moan out of her.

''Mmph... mm- ah...'' The gold-eyed girl exhaled as he broke off the kiss first. ''Trainer-san... more...''

The Trainer was all too happy to oblige, mashing his lips against hers and pouring his adoration into it, earning a submissive moan in response. Agnes wasn't one to be left out though and pushed her face into his exposed neck, kissing it cheekily and working her way up to his ear – and when she reached it she started whispering sweet little nothings right into it. About how cute her little 'Guinea Pig' was, how much she wanted him, and of course her favourite, and most recent tease.

''Love you... I love you, mm, love you~'' Agnes whispered right into his ear, interspersing it with slow, punctual licks – the wet sound filling his head alongside her adoring words.

Groaning the Trainer pulled away from Manhattan and cupped Agnes's cheek, luring the more confident mad scientist into a kiss. She threw her arms around his neck then and pulled him deep into it, moaning and offering no protest as he pushed two fingers inside her – a whimper from Manhattan telling she was getting the same treatment. Even as he made out with Agnes his fingers started thrusting into the two horse-girls, moving slowly at first but building up speed when no protests to stop came his way.

Agnes however wanted more than just his fingers. A fact proven when she pulled his hand out of her pyjama bottoms and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them whilst staring right into his eyes; letting his hand go when she got the message across. Smirking the mad scientist shuffled back a little, mindfully keeping the warm blanket draped over her back even as she laid down on her front, her head ending up in his lap. A quick tug was all that was needed to get his pyjama pants partway down his thighs, his boxers following suit and allowing his throbbing erection to spring free.

''Hehe, lemme give you a little helping hand~'' Agnes cooed, slipping her oversized right sleeve over his cock, descending it down and allowing her slender fingers to tickle their way down his cock.

The Trainer couldn't hope to suppress the shudder that travelled through him, nor quell the moan that bubbled up his throat – intimately feeling her hand start stroking him off. She moved slowly, seductively almost; her palm warm as it pushed down against the tip of his cock whilst her slender fingers stroked and groped up his length, squeezing his shaft between her fingertips right up to the tip before going back down again, always ending up with her palm pressing down on the throbbing tip.

Manhattan on the other hand stayed by his side, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss. The Trainer reciprocated wholeheartedly, groaning into Manhattan's mouth and fingering her earnestly, his free hand coming up to undo her shirt buttons – deftly undoing them one by one until Manhattan's purple pyjama top spilled open, revealing her flat stomach and small, flattish breasts. Any self-consciousness she felt about them was immediately banished as his free hand groped her left tit; the light squeeze easily making Manhattan moan and relax, reassured he wasn't turned off by her small chest.

''Mmph... ahh...'' Parting her lips Manhattan prodded his lips with her tongue, tempting him to part them – their wet appendages meeting between their mouths and wrestling for faux-dominance.

As the two of them made out Agnes continued getting him off with her hand; snickering to herself as she moved her hand faster. The way she did it deliberately denied him too much pleasure; just enough to ease him into the mood even as Agnes slipped her free hand down into her orange pyjama bottoms, mewling as she started fingering herself; getting off to the sight of the other too making out.

Until with a heated exhale the aforementioned two broke apart, eyes locked – before the Trainer leaned in and kissed Manhattan's forehead not once but thrice, each kiss full of love. The black-haired horse-girl could only sit there and blush scarlet, looking aside in embarrassment and allowing the Trainer to dart in, kissing her on the ear and teasingly whispering into her ear much like how Agnes did to him; filling Manhattan's head with adoring, sweet little words.

''You're so adorable, the cutest, sweetest little coffee wife I could ask for~'' He breathed into her ear.

The genuine warmth to his tone made her whole face blossomed scarlet, only one step shy of having steam squeal from her ears – earning a chuckle from the Trainer before he leaned back. Just in time too as Agnes removed her hand from his cock, exposing it to the cool air – before she took the tip between her lips. He moaned in surprise, his muscles locking up as her warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock inch by inch, swallowing him up all the way to the base before she pursed her lips snugly around his girth and sucked back up to the tip.

The motion was slow but oh so sensual, his nerves afire as he felt her lips drag along his shaft. Agnes easily noticed, the corners of her mouth twitching up into a smirk even as she continued giving him head, seductively slurping her way down to the base before sucking up to the head, pausing long enough to lap her tongue around the head several times before taking him back into her mouth.

''Agnes...'' The Trainer groaned approvingly, petting her ears as she sucked him off.

His attention returned to Manhattan, engaging her in another kiss and putting more effort into his fingers – thrusting them into her wet pussy or scissoring them apart, easily coaxing a string of soft, stilted gasps out of the coffee-addict, her voice withering into a whimper not a second later when he pressed his fingers up against a particular part of her. Noticing that the Trainer aimed for that one spot relentlessly; rubbing and stroking it without stopping and melting the horse-girl into putty.

''Mmph, slrp, slrp, mm- slrp~'' The wet blowjob sounds from Agnes sent a pleasant shiver up his spine, arousal aching up his shaft despite how much he tried to resist them – initially, anyway. With every prolonged slurp or flick of her tongue he was succumbing to his lust more and more, not helped when he smothered Manhattan in kisses, only getting more aroused by doing so.

Doubly so when Manhattan touched his hand. ''Trainer-san... let me, too...''

The Trainer flushed and murmured an agreement, pulling his now-wet fingers out of Manhattan and leaning back into his seat, gaze fixated upon the two horse-girls. Manhattan mimicked Agnes's position quickly, laying down on her front and tempting Agnes to pop her lips off of the tip – allowing Manhattan to take said tip between her lips and suck on it. As she did that Agnes went lower, flashing him a smug smirk as she peppered the side of his wet cock with kisses, holding his gaze as often as she could.

He couldn't hope to contain his moans when under such an onslaught. Resting his hands on their heads he petted them idly, watching with rapt attention as the duo kissed and sucked his cock in all manner of places, leaving not a single spot unkissed. The barrage of affection got him throbbing between their lips, the urge within growing even hotter when they both shared the head of his cock – trapping it between their lips and practically tongue-wrestling with his cock caught between them, lavishing his cock with unrelenting amounts of love.

Until inevitably, the Trainer couldn't hold it in any longer. ''C-Cum- guh!''

With a low grunt he blew his load; nearly covering their faces had Manhattan not boldly darted in, capturing the tip in her mouth and taking his load. The Trainer shuddered, eyes locked onto the golden-eyed girl as she dutifully took his load, one hand grasping the base and tugging on it to coax out as much of his seed as possible. How long his orgasm lasted he didn't keep track, but when it waned his cock was left aching in the best way possible; a moan escaping him when Manhattan popped her lips off of the tip.

And then in a heartbeat Agnes closed the distance and kissed Manhattan full on the lips. Manhattan made a startled sound and Agnes mischievously used that to her advantage; shoving her tongue into Manhattan's mouth and stealing some of the cum on her tongue. Manhattan moaned submissively and fought back with her own tongue, the two horse-girls swapping his load between them and audibly swallowing it – pulling apart only when all of his load was gone, leaving them both panting heavily.

''Mn...'' Manhattan pouted, earning a snicker from Agnes.

The Trainer smiled at that and petted her head, immediately dispelling her pout and earning a small smile in return. He petted her head a little more before turning his gaze onto Agnes. ''You first.''

''Sounds good to me, my little Guinea Pig~'' Agnes cooed, reaching down and pushing her orange pyjama bottoms off of her hips; wriggling her way out of them.

As she did that the Trainer directed Manhattan back over to his right; a little whisper into her ear getting her purple pyjama bottoms down and off her feet too, her panties meeting the same fate. Without them he could admire her slender legs freely, his right hand grasping her own and guiding it between her legs, encouraging her to touch herself. The more submissive horse-girl mewled but obeyed, resting her head on his shoulder and waited for the show with thinly-veiled want.

Thankfully Agnes didn't take more than a few moments to get her pyjama bottoms off; kicking them onto the floor and quickly straddling him. The Trainer appreciated her curvy hips and creamy thighs, stroking them as she got into position and helped line his cock up with her visibly-wet slit, her own excitement apparent. However in contrast to that she didn't immediately jam herself down onto his dick, instead taking a moment to tease them both; rubbing her slit along the tip of his cock and coaxing a mutual moan out of them both.

''Mm...'' Then at last she lowered herself down – moaning sweetly as his length pushed into her tight wet tunnel. ''Ahh... G-Guinea Pig...''

The slight quiver to her voice only endeared the Trainer to her more, a smile crossing his lips as he caressed her hips, pulling her down deeper. Agnes whimpered, shifting her legs slightly so she could take him all the way down on the first go; letting out a satisfied mewl when she was completely stuffed with his length. Ever eager for more though the horse-girl didn't just sit down on his cock; wasting little time in pushing herself back up with a moan and starting to ride him.

Leaning back into the couch the Trainer had no compunctions about letting his moans out; the low sound filling the room up until Agnes darted in, mashing her lips against his own and eagerly making out with him. With equal vigour the Trainer kissed back, his hands shifting to her waist and helping her move up-and-down his length, the way her walls clenched around his twitching shaft only encouraging him to thrust himself up into her, every movement slow but impacting him against her innermost parts.

''Mmph, mm- ahh~'' Agnes pulled back from the kiss, flashing him a light grin. ''So needy~''

''Of course. I've got the prettiest scientist in the world on my lap.'' The Trainer quipped back, kissing her burning-red cheek. ''Now let's get that top off...''

Agnes had no complaints, only a sheepish chuckle as he undid the buttons in rapid order and brushed her top open, baring him her chest. Compared to Manhattan she was much bustier; large round tits baring themselves to him and enticing the Trainer to lean in, taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking upon it. Agnes tightened around him at the sensation, her own moan tickling his forehead before she wrapped both arms around his neck, pushing herself against him.

The Trainer had no complaints, giving her tit a good suck before going over to her other nipple, licking that one instead. Agnes took that as permission to move faster; her sweet moans filling his ears as she smacked herself down onto his shaft with vigour, her fleshy inner walls constricting his length nigh-constantly, the snug grip wringing groans up his throat easily. Shifting his hands down to her lower back he copped a feel of her butt before going for her tail; grasping the base and giving it a light tug.

''M-Mmyaah~'' Agnes practically melted. ''G-Guinea- ahh~''

Chuckling lightly at that the Trainer moved between her breasts, kissing her flesh merrily and unashamedly motor-boating her at the same time, feeling her breasts push and heave against his face as she kept bouncing on his dick. The wet warmth that swallowed his cock was only accentuated further by how sensitive he was, amplifying every little sensation and encouraging him to match her pace as best he could, stuffing her tight tunnel to the tune of smacking flesh.

Pulling his face out from her breasts the Trainer tilted it back. Not a second later Agnes darted down, mashing her mouth against his and moaning into it as she impaled herself onto his cock hurriedly, his cock scraping up against multiple sweet spots deep inside her, setting her loins afire and driving her wild. He was all too happy to reciprocate, groaning back as he plunged up into her tightening pussy, loving how her walls constricted and clamped around his length, her orgasm racing to the forefront of her mind just as fast as his own.

''Guinea Pig, Guinea Pig...!'' Agnes cried out, her shoulders tensing – when he bucked his hips one more time and fucked her over the edge. ''Mmph!''

The sudden, searing tightness that clamped down on his cock proved too much for the Trainer to endure, a groan escaping him as he blew his load inside Agnes – cumming deep between her walls and undoubtedly flooding her womb with his seed. She milked him for it gladly; pressing herself all the way down his cock and grinding herself on it, squeezing him so wonderfully tight and getting as much of his warmth inside her as possible.

Only when their intense orgasms waned did Agnes relax; moaning as she slumped up against him, panting for breath. The Trainer just kissed her cheek plentifully, rubbing her upper back with one hand and massaging her thigh with his other, earning a satisfied coo from his lover – left in utter bliss as he attended to her, the fuzzy warmth creeping through her veins not waning in the slightest. Nor did the fuzzy warmth deep in her loins, either.

''Mm~'' After a long few moments Agnes finally retreated; lifting herself up and off of his cock.

The Trainer shivered at the absence of warmth but turned his focus onto Manhattan all the same, smiling when he noticed her fingers gleaming wet with her own juices. The coffee-addict flushed as she realised he was looking at her and smiled tentatively back, shifting slightly until she was laid back against the couch, one leg hanging over the edge whilst her other rested against the back of the couch. The Trainer wasted no time in getting between her legs, the bulbous head rubbing along her nether lips and making her whimper, until soon it dipped inside-

''Mm!''

-and in an instant Manhattan's back arched, her lips pursing tightly together as her eyes screwed shut, orgasming just from him putting it in. The Trainer shivered as he felt her insides tightly squeeze his length, the twitches and spasms that jolted through her body intimately felt and leaving him shuddering from the pleasure.

''Did you cum just from me putting it in?'' The Trainer breathed out as her orgasm waned; earning a bashful nod from the blushing Manhattan Café. ''That's so cute.''

If at all possible Manhattan blushed an even darker shade of red, her embarrassment not soothed even when he planted a kiss on her nose, then a proper one on her lips. Mewling submissively the coffee-addict snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him atop her more, moaning as he pushed himself deeper between her hypersensitive walls – managing to bottom-out on the very first thrust. With how sensitive she was she could easily feel every little twitch of his shaft against her insides, causing her no small amount of pleasure; moans liberally spilling from her lips.

The Trainer relished every last one of them. Breaking off the kiss he leaned up and peppered her forehead with kisses, working his way down to her cheek and then returning to her lips – pouring his love into each and every smooch. Manhattan groaned demurely back, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her more – enticing him to pick up the pace, pumping himself into her drooling tunnel unheeding of how tightly she clenched down on his cock, burying himself in her slick heat.

Sweet moans answered him, enticing the Trainer to lean back – his right hand landing on her left breast and groping it. The horse-girl moaned his name but he just responded with a firmer thrust, falling into a faster tempo that saw his cock hilted balls-deep in her again and again, his thumb flicking her nipple repeatedly. His other hand tangled with her right; fingers interlocking as he held it down against the cushion, sinfully holding hands as they did it on the couch.

''T-Trainer-san...'' Manhattan moaned out, her head lolling from one side to the other repeatedly, unable to stay still. ''D-Don't stop, please...!''

''No plans to.'' He cheekily replied, stealing a kiss.

Manhattan moaned into his mouth submissively, gold eyes fluttering shut as she just focused on the sensations assaulting her sensitive body. The Trainer was in the same boat admittedly; every tight squeeze of her pussy practically frying his mind with how good it felt; two back-to-back orgasms having sapped him of some strength. Not that it did anything to stop him from pounding the horse-girl into the couch,

Sweet cries answered him; muffled only when he mashed his lips against her own once more. Snaking his hand around to her back the Trainer held her close, groaning into her mouth as he hilted in her harder, faster; succumbing to the boiling heat that shot up his cock, aching for release. The way her inner walls clenched around his burning length only hastened the inevitable, his hips thundering forth and clapping their flesh together – until soon, he peaked.

Manhattan barely had the time to cry out before he connected their lips in a deep, rough kiss; both of them moaning into it as he spilled his load into her, painting her vaginal walls white with his seed. Said walls strangled his cock for every last drop she could wring out of him, her body jerking and shuddering under his own as he filled her with his love. How long they stayed like that he wasn't sure, only that their bodies stayed as flush together as possible, sharing their warmth with one another.

Until with a mutual groan they pulled apart. In a single fluid motion the Trainer pulled out of Manhattan, puffing out a breath as she flopped back against the couch – thoroughly exhausted after three back-to-back orgasms.

''Haah... enjoy that?'' Lolling his head to one side the Trainer looked over at Agnes, giving the scientist a smile.

''Hmhm, of course, my little Guinea Pig~'' Agnes cooed, cuddling herself into his left side – pulling her blanket over herself and part of him to preserve their warmth.

''...agreed...'' Breathlessly Manhattan agreed, leaning up against his right side and doing the same as the mad scientist – working together to cover all three of them, their state of undress doing little to cool them down when their bodies were still so hot from activity.

Smiling warmly the Trainer snaked an arm around them both and pulled them into his embrace, the three of them gradually drifting off together and, before they knew it, fell asleep in each other's arms.

And when the Trainer woke the next morning, two cute horse-girls cuddled up to his sides?

He could afford to stay and relax for a little longer before waking them.

[END]