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Classroom Changes Umako Chapter 5 - 3
🕑 Added 2024-09-18 06:43:35 +0000 UTCWhile Hiroto seemed to be ghosting Umako, that was definitely not the case with Yukio. The problem with him was quite the opposite; he was insistent on getting another date. Umako had been stalling while she tried to work out her feelings for Hiroto, but since he was not responding, she agreed to go out with Yukio again.
Yukio suggested that he pick her up at her home at 7 pm and that dining would be involved. Umako didn’t know what to make of that. Had he booked a restaurant? What sort? How should she dress? He wouldn’t provide any more details but told her not to worry about what to wear.
As promised, he arrived at her door precisely at 7 pm. Umako was surprised to see that he was carrying a large take-out bag from Mcdonalds.
“Hi,” he smiled, “I thought we could have a picnic in the park.”
It wasn’t what she had been expecting, but she thought a picnic might be nice, although she wasn’t impressed with his choice of cuisine.
“Sounds like fun,” Umako said, trying to sound more optimistic than she felt about the proposal.
They trotted toward the park, engaging in small talk and enjoying the evening sunshine.
As they neared the picnic area, Yukio shouted, “Race you!” and broke into a gallop. Umako tried to keep up, but it was clear he was faster. He reached their destination a few lengths ahead of her.
“Beat you,” he beamed. You have to give me a kiss.” Umako felt like protesting that she hadn’t agreed to any such wager, but she decided a little kiss was harmless. She gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Humph,” Yukio pouted, “I guess that will do for now.”
Yukio spread the meal out on the table. He had purchased an assortment of beef, chicken and fish burgers, fries, and vanilla shakes.
“I didn’t know what you like,” he admitted, “So I got an assortment.”
Umako thought it would have been a good idea to ask her what kind of food she liked rather than just buying a bunch of stuff and hoping for the best. It crossed her mind that Hiroto would have known she despised McDonalds food and would have brought fried chicken or sushi. She dismissed that thought; she didn’t want to think about Hiroto when she was on a date with Yukio.
Umako took a fish burger and some fries, which were the least objectionable of the offerings, in her opinion. While she nibbled on these, Yukio gobbled down the rest of the food.
“That was good,” he declared, “I guess you weren’t that hungry. Now that the food is done, we can get down to the important part of the date.”
“What do you mean?” Umako asked. He didn’t reply but began sidling up to her like he had on the first day. He bit her rather roughly on the neck. Umako stepped back and looked at him with concern. Looking down, she saw his penis was fully erect.
“What do you think you’re doing,” Umako demanded, a feeling of panic growing.
“Isn’t that obvious?” he grinned. “Don’t play coy with me. We’re both here for the same reason. Being centaurs, we can’t pleasure ourselves, but I can get you off, and you can get me off. It’s a win-win.”
“I don’t know where you got the idea I’d go along with that, but you’re way off base, mister. There’s no way you’re sticking that thing in me.” Umako shouted, panic turning to anger.
“Ok, that’s cool,” Yukio replied, clearly not picking up her meaning, “I can understand you being worried about that. They don’t make condoms in my size, and we don’t want any accidents. How about I put my front legs up on the table, and you give me a BJ?”
Umako couldn’t believe he was so dense. “Not in a million years, you creep. I can’t believe I thought I liked you. You’re disgusting!”. Tears ran down Umako’s cheeks as she ran off.
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Umako woke the following day feeling her world was crashing around her. She loved being a centaur, but why did it have to make everything so complicated? She had gone from having two potential boyfriends to having none. Why did Yukio turn out to be so creepy? Why did Hiroto have to be so distant?
It was Saturday, so she had the day off. She concluded there was no point hanging out in her room feeling sorry for herself, so she decided to go to the gym. It still had no exercise machines suitable for a centaur, but she could work out with the free weights. She enjoyed how the workouts pumped up her muscles and liked the admiring looks the other clients at the gym gave her. She put on a sports bra and headed out the door.
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Umako had been working with the weights for about a half-hour. She had a 100 kg barbell, which she used for multiple reps of curls and presses. Although she could handle much greater weights in a single lift, this weight was comfortable for repeated movements. Her body was glistening with sweat, and the exercise endorphins were kicking in, improving her mood.
She heard a familiar voice from the other end of the gym, and when she turned toward the sound, she realized it was Hiroto. He was using one of the weight machines, chatting with the person on the adjacent apparatus, his back turned to her.
Umako tried to approach him quietly, but it was difficult with her hooves clattering on the vinyl floor covering. Hiroto didn’t seem to hear her approach; perhaps the sound of her movements was drowned out by the noise of the machine he was working on. She stood directly behind him and said, “Hello, Hiroto.”
Hiroto released the machine’s handles, causing the weights to drop with a loud clang. He spun around, his eyes staring into Umako’s breasts.
“Umako!” he sputtered, looking up into her face.
“Well, I’m happy that at least you remember my name,” she said, glaring at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean,” he protested, “Of course I remember your name.”
“I was beginning to wonder,” she retorted, “I’ve been texting and calling. I even sent you a selfie, and I’ve heard nothing.”
“Yeah, about that selfie. I didn’t expect you to be so cruel,” Hiroto sighed. “I saw you and Yukio at the ice cream store. I can understand you dumping me for him. I’m sure he’s more your type. I tried to avoid giving you the opportunity to break up with me officially, somehow thinking that until you did there was still a hope of there being something between us. But your gloating about it with that selfie isn’t something I expected from a friend. I know that since the Event I have nothing to offer you physically, but you don’t have to point out how inadequate I am.”
“Oh, Hiroto,” Umako said, shocked. “Aya told me boys were clueless about relationships, but I didn’t think you could be that stupid. I’ve been trying to tell you I’m available if you’re interested. Don’t worry about Yukio. He showed me who he really is last night, and I want nothing more to do with him.”
“What did he do?” Hiroto demanded, “If he hurt you, I’ll kill him!”
“Oh, my brave knight,” Umako giggled. “Don’t worry; I can look out for myself. But if my body in that selfie turns you off, we have a problem. ”
“Turns me off?” Hiroto gasped, “Are you crazy! You are a goddess! But I am so small and weak compared to you. And when it comes to, ahem, what I’m packing, well, you can imagine what a disappointment I would be.”
Umako smiled, “Darling, there’s a lot more to making love to a woman, or centaur, than the size of sausage you can stuff into her. We’re nowhere near having that conversation, but if we get there, I’m sure you can do many things to satisfy me. It would be fun exploring the possibilities.”
“So, are we good then?” Umako concluded, “The next move is yours.”
“Umm, there’s a Jeopardy Masters tournament on TV tonight,” Hiroto offered. “Would you like to come to my place and watch it with me?”
“That sounds nice,” Umako replied, “I’ll bring the popcorn.”
