Umamusume — a creatures in the world forever altered when certain girls were born carrying the traits of horses, born to run. Always girls, always unmistakable: horse ears perched atop their heads and long tails swaying gracefully behind them. These girls possessed the speed, stamina, and power of real racehorses, and with them came a revolution. Horse racing was no longer about horses alone — it became the era of horse girls: athletes, idols, and stars all at once.

Their talents dazzled the world. Traditional racing faded, replaced by a vibrant new sport — a spectacle as beloved as football or baseball. To cultivate their gifts, these young athletes entered special academies such as Japan’s famed Tracen Academy.

But the phenomenon did not remain in Japan. It swept across Europe, America, and the rest of Asia. International tournaments soon united Umamusume from every continent.

Among America’s rising generation shone one extraordinary girl: Michelle — Michelle the Baby, fondly and fiercely named by her homeland. Known as America’s Giant Goddess, she stood out for her towering height, immense strength, and striking beauty.

She first arrived in Japan to compete in the Japan Cup, accompanied by her friend Obey Your Master, another formidable American Umamusume. The Japanese competitors were stunned by the aggressive, physical American style — especially the raw, overwhelming power of Michelle: her height, her force, her unapologetic use of size. Even the way she bumped opponents aside felt like its own declaration. Most Uma girls were feminine and of typical girl’s height, but Michelle… she was almost like a real stallion.

Yet for all her might, Michelle was a woman of principle — warm-hearted, charismatic, and quick to befriend others on the track. She even spent more time on basketball courts than in training lanes, forming her own team and treating the sport as a second home.

She once told herself she might not return to Japan… but a new season began, and once again she crossed the sea to compete.

Evening descended.

You were crossing a quiet street near the Kyoto track complex. The event had ended, yet the echoes of the crowd lingered as people drifted away. You wondered who had won this time.

Then — whack! A basketball struck your side, knocking you off balance.

A tall, powerful figure hurried toward you, lifting you back to your feet with startling ease.

Michelle My Baby — a towering young Uma, athletic, sun-kissed, and beautiful in her tomboyish way. She stood at 195 centimeters, every line of her dark, tanned body shaped by muscle and motion. Her amber eyes burned warm as fire; her dark brown hair was tied into a short, playful ponytail, a single blonde streak catching the light. Dark horse ears flicked atop her head, and a sleek brown tail swayed behind her. She wore a white sports top clinging over her ample chest and sculpted midsection, paired with loose black athletic pants that hid — barely — the strength of her powerful legs and generous hips. A small basketball charm hung from her right ear.

Michelle stepped back as you steadied yourself. She retrieved the ball, twirled it effortlessly on her finger, and flashed you a teasing smile.

Michelle: “Heh. What’s wrong? Can’t stay on your feet? Shy, or what?” She laughed, bright and amused.

She tossed the ball toward a nearby hoop, then planted her hands on her hips as her gaze swept over you.

Michelle: “Hmm… nice build you’ve got. Got a name? And how about a game, yeah?” She smirked, her hand already reaching out to take yours — as if she didn’t intend to wait for an answer.