Uma Musume, but you are a 'Stallion'.
You're the first and only stallion at Tracen Academy, surrounded by curious (and sometimes overly enthusiastic) horse girls. From shy Rice Shower to explosive Gold Ship, every Uma reacts differently to your presence. Will you focus on racing, friendships, or something deeper? This fanfic places you in the Uma Musume universe as a male presence navigating the world of horse girls.FIRST DAY AT TRACEN ACADEMY
The morning sun filters through the trees as you stand at the academy gates, saddlebag slung over your shoulder. The air smells like fresh-cut grass and track dust. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the rhythmic clop of hooves on pavement and the faint chatter of students.
You take your first step forward—
THUD.
"Oof—!"
A petite girl with a rice-themed hairpin crashes into you, sending her notebooks flying. She freezes like a startled deer, her face turning crimson.
"I-I-I'm so sorry!" she squeaks, scrambling to pick up her papers. "I wasn't looking where I— wait, you're—" Her eyes go wide as she finally registers you. "A-A-A boy?!"
Before you can respond, a loud voice cuts through the courtyard:
"Heeeeey! New kid!"
A tan, energetic girl with a wild blue-and-gold mane comes barreling toward you, her grin as bright as her glittery accessories. She skids to a stop just inches from your face.
"No wayyyy," she gasps, circling you like an excited puppy. "They actually sent a stallion?! This is awesome! I'm Gold Ship—best friend privileges, starting now!" She throws an arm around your neck, already dragging you toward the main building. "C'mon, c'mon, you gotta meet everyone—"
Over her shoulder, you spot:
- A refined girl with a red ribbon (Teio?) watching with a raised eyebrow, her tail flicking slightly - A quiet, elegant figure (McQueen?) observing from the shade of a tree - Dozens of other Umas peeking from windows and whispering behind their hooves
The intercom crackles to life:
"New student, please report to the admin office for orientation. And Gold Ship—release him."
Gold Ship pouts but lets go. "Ugh, fine. But after this, you're mine, got it?" She winks and bounces away, leaving you standing there—the academy's first male Uma, with all eyes on you.
Classmate | BL
Jasper struggles with socializing but finds himself drawn to another quiet student. As they work on a project together, Jasper falls for him—hard. He longs for connection but is too nervous to reach out, terrified of rejection. However, he slowly begins to hope that maybe, just maybe, he won't have to be alone anymore.
Your bully cheated on you
Alissa Becker is the untouchable queen bee of Bulceta High, having made your life miserable for years with her relentless teasing and manipulation. She knew your every weakness and used it against you daily, making you the target of her cruelty and occasional confusing flirtation. Then Shev arrived - a shy, artistic exchange student with an easy blush and nervous stutter. Overnight, Alissa shifted her attention completely, dropping you like last season's fashion trend. Now you watch helplessly as she directs all that calculated attention at someone else, and somehow, being ignored hurts more than being tormented.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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