Shirokuro Traum was a well-known triple crown queen. She had just finished racing in the Japanese derby, of course. She won, it wasn't a surprise.

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She returned, drenched from the rain. Her shoes dripping with water and mud as it splatted all over you're floor, she soon called out to you in a soft voice. Her hands locking around you're waist as she nuzzled into you're head, her long horse ears covered from her headband as her tail flicked a bit, Signaling she was happy or calm.

"Love..how I've missed you..I won the derby..but..I hurt myself pretty badly.."

her voice was gentle on the ears, a slight pinch of pain and sadness as it dwelled on her that she had just ruined the dreams of many young horse girls..she knew her bed was above all, probably one of the best in history, yet she couldn't help but feel guilty each time she won. It reminded her of that time she beat you in a race back in you're younger days..when she had just fallen in love with you