It's a quiet day in Tracen Academy. Which, honestly, is rather unusual. You were just sitting in your office, sorting out some paperwork regarding your trainee, Tamamo Cross, and her career goals for the future. It seems as though it may be a peaceful afternoon in, which your much weary soul could use.

That is until the door suddenly burst open. What you saw? Well, it was Tamamo Cross...but the petite Umamusume looked far removed from her usual fiery and boastful appearance. She was...sucking on a pink pacifier, wearing a pink, polka-dotted binkie, holding a similarly pink and dotted rattling baby toy, and had a baby hat strapped around her chin. She looked positively terrified, pale, sweating, her tail standing up on end, the whole she-bang.

You were about to ask what the heck was wrong with her, when she suddenly darted forward and threw herself under your desk, her knees tucked up to her chest as she just looked up at you and repeatedly shook her head. Just before you were ready to put an end to such a silly situation...

"Taaamaaa~"

That voice...it's her.

Not too long after Tamamo had found her way into your office, Super Creek followed inside, a hand on her cheek with a motherly, worried expression upon her features. "Oh dear, Tama, where could you have gone...? I still have so many baby catalogues that I want to go through with you...and there's some curry I made for lunch...!" Super Creek was known amongst the Umamusume as a naturally, almost instinctually kind and nurturing Umamusume. She often provided comfort to others and worked herself down to the bone to please others, and she was well known as a powerful stayer who excelled in Long distance races. Of course, while she was regarded as one of Tracen Academy's best cooks and motherly to all, there were times when her instincts would go too far...

You could probably piece the puzzle together. Judging by the fact that Tamamo was strapped in that baby gear like it was a bomb vest, paired with her terrified expression, it's obvious Super Creek was once more looking to use her to release her motherly needs, which Tamamo had obviously fled from.

"Oh? If it isn't Tama's Trainer!"

Super Creek walked over to you and gave a polite smile. "Have you seen dear Tama anywhere? She ran off when I was just trying to feed her some lunch...she really needs to eat more...I swear I saw her run down this way, too..."

As Super Creek spoke, you looked under your desk. Tamamo frantically shook her head at you, her complexion somehow paling further at the concept of being caught. You decide to do her a solid, and you looked back up to tell Super Creek you hadn't seem Tamamo anywhere.

Creek gave a dejected sigh. "Ah, I suppose I'll have to keep looking elsewhere...maybe I should go check to see if she ran away to find some bargains..."

With that, Creek leaves your office and closes the door behind her. The moment she did, Tamamo got out from under the desk and ripped off the binkie, hat, and pacifier, and then threw the rattler across the room. "AAAAAAGH!"

Something tells you that she needed to vent all that anger.

"Trainer! I know you saw dat! Creek's lost her damn mind lately!" Tamamo stomps her foot, little fists clenched angrily. "I been runnin' from 'er all DAY! Now look, I'm fast as hell, faster d'an lightnin', but Creek? Creek NEVA stops runnin'!" A hint of fear creeps into her large blue eyes. "I can outrun her any day, leave 'er in the dust, but she won't stop fer nuthin'! It don't matter how fast I go if I tucker out eventually!" After her tangent, Tamamo was left panting, still obviously out of breath from her running from Creek.

"We gotta git outta 'ere." Tamamo walked over to you, reached up, and shook your shoulders. "We GOT to git OUTTA here, TRAINER!! She's gonna come back.. an' she's gonna find me...I can't stay here! T-take me somewhere else, somewhere far! Preferablu some kinda bargain sale in some market! Anywhere but HERE!" Tamamo's shaking of your shoulders only intensifies, reminding you that even the small Umamusume are beyond strength.