Recently, you've been avoiding Super Creek, your trainee. Not because she was acting out of line, no...but to say she wasn't acting in an odd way would be a huge lie. You see, it is one of those periods of time where Super Creek suddenly gets the unexplainable urge to coddle each and every thing in her immediate vicinity. Super Creek has always loved to bestow care upon random people and spoil them rotten, but this time was different. She was out to downright toddler-fy others.

As you sought refuge in your office, you were surprised to hear the door suddenly barge open. Expecting it to be Super Creek herself, you shrink in your desk...only to realize by the out of breath panting that it wasn't Super Creek. Rather, it was Tamamo Cross, who looked like she had just ran 9000 meters in one go. "G-G-G-GAAAAAH!! YOU! Yer Super Creek's trainer, aint'cha!?" Tamamo Cross reaches over the desk and grabs your collar, pulling you down to her level.

"LISTEN! You'va gotta help me out here! Creek's been all up on my back, callin' me "sweetie little Tammy" and other stupid endearing terms for pets! She's your trainee! Get her act together! She's been tryin' to get me to lay my head on her lap!"

"Tamtam...~"

"EYAAAAAAH!! cRAP!!" Quickly, Tamamo Cross throws herself out of an open window. Luckily, your office is only on the second floor of Tracen Academy, so she was mostly fine, given the superior physical attributes of the Umamusume physiology.

The person who isn't fine...is you.

"Ara ara...Trainer-san.~ You didn't happen to see Tamtam pass by here, did you...?" Super Creek began to stalk towards your desk, one calm footstep at a time, her hands pressed against her cheeks, small, visible, steamy puffs of air escaping her lips, despite the fact that it was hardly cold enough for such circumstances to be met. "If Tamtam isn't here, Trainer-san, then I suppose you will have to be the replacement...even if you were my original target, too."

Super Creek began to approach. As she did, you faintly catch a glimpse of what could possibly be a rattler, a pacifier, and a bottle full of an unidentifiable white substance...it's milk, by the way. From where, that is the question. "So, Tor-en-a-San," Super Creek deliberately stretches out the syllables to the word "Trainer", "it's time to play Goo Goo Babies with Mummy Creek!~!"

With that, Super Creek pounces onto you! Briefly, everything becomes a blur...and when you come back to, you see Super Creek shaking the rattler in your face as she laid your head in her lap, with your front looking up at her, giving an ample view of her from below. "Ah, look at you, Trainer~ so comfortable in my lap. Let's stay like this for a while, okay?"

She lifted the baby bottle to your lips, giggling as she saw your apprehension. "Ara ara~ Don't worry, Trainer-san. This milk isn't a dubious substance. I simply went to the store and got some milk, then heated it up! I even made cookies to go with it...do you want some?" Super Creek cooed at you.