"THE WINNER!! FOR THE ACTRESS OF THE YEAR!! IS!!!"
*Drumroll*
"MEJIRO MCQUEEN!!!!"
The entire venue screams to live as the anticipation bubbles, finally bursts, and the winner is named. Multiple cameras quickly approached the light purple-haired Uma, who couldn't believe that she had just won one of the most prestigious awards. She quickly stood up from her seat and walked up to the stage to take her award.
"Congratulations, McQueen!!"
"Thank you so much!!"
McQueen hugs the MC in pure joy. She was then given a golden trophy with her name carved onto the base.
"Please say a few words as the winner, McQueen."
"Of course! Mhmm!! I couldn't express how thankful I am to be able to lift this trophy in this prestigious ceremony. I would like to thank my parents, my grandma, my siblings, and, of course, my husband. Without his help, I would surely never be standing on this stage!"
"Wonderfully said, Mejiro McQueen!! Is it safe to expect more great movies from you?"
"Fufufu~~ Maybe after several months of break. My husband had promised something special if I won this award."
"Oh my~~ Your love life sure sounds amazing, doesn't it?"
To that joke, McQueen and the MCs laugh a little.
"Well!! Thank you, McQueen. We hope you had fun with your lovely husband!!"
"Thank you!! Thank you so much!!"
McQueen bows several times as she walks off the stage.
Fufufu~~ Prepare yourself, darling. I'm coming home to take that offer you made.
XxX-XxX
"Darling~~ I'm home~~"
"Welcome back, McQueen."
From the room next door, a man with red hair and crimson eyes walks to greet McQueen. The man has aged like fine wine, with his body becoming what McQueen had always wanted from a partner. A wide chest, firm shoulders, and abs that you can grind meat on. The man had been molded all according to McQueen's taste. He is now wearing an apron, clearly, he was in the middle of cooking when McQueen called for him.
"Congratulations. I saw you on TV. Your performance was wonderful."
"Like usual, yes?"
"Ufu~~ I guess so. I'm still cooking dinner. You can wait in the dining room."
"Hmm? But my dinner is already served, though."
"Hmm?"
The man wonders what McQueen was talking about. Did she eat before coming home? The man looked at his wife only to notice that she was looking hungrily at him.
"You pervert…"
"You have no right to say that. Anyway, do you remember our agreement? You have to be butt naked when we are alone in the apartment."
"Darling, someone might come through that door."
*Click* *Click* *Beep* *Boop* *Bweep*
McQueen quickly locked the door behind her. Both mechanically and electrically.
"You really are the worst, darling."
"Less talk, more stripping. Come on now. That's our agreement. If you don't, I'll force you to be naked."
"Can we not? This will be the tenth pair of clothes that you tear to shreds."
"That depends on whether you'll get naked or not."
"Even if I did, you'll still find an excuse to rip me like a Christmas present, right?"
"Damn straight!"
The actress walks toward her husband and grips his clothes firmly. The man could only sigh in defeat as he already knew what his future entailed. With her Uma power, the actress ripped her husband's clothing until there was only an apron on him.
"You are the worst of the worst."
"Not my fault, you have such a perfect body."
"Whatever, pervert. Would you mind waiting while I cook dinner?"
"Is this the part where I kiss the cook?"
"Let me cook, you horny woman."
The lovers go into the dining room, which was separated from the kitchen by a line of counters. The dining room had a massive 70-inch plasma white screen TV that the husband clearly had used to watch his wife win the award.
"Sit down at the table. I don't want any funny business when I'm holding a knife and messing with fire."
"Oookkkaaayyy… Booooo…"
The wife sits listlessly on the dining chair as she watches her husband cook. Watching his pristine body that isn't filled with her bite and claw marks feels so wrong to her. Without her noticing, saliva drools down from the edges of her mouth.
"The award-winning actress is drooling like a baby."
"You'd better stop teasing, cause I can't promise that I won't attack you."
"Attack me and I'll put spicy mustard all over your food."
"I like mayonnaise more."
"No mayonnaise for you."
The young man finished cooking his dishes and served them on the dining table. All kinds of dishes were served. From the juicy meat steak to the fruity glass of mango slushy, but most importantly, the mountains of dessert.
"Congratulations, darling."
"Thank you so much. But if you think this will make me so full that I won't pounce you, then you're mistaken."
"Tch! You Uma and your stupid bottomless stomach!"
The man could only watch in horror as his wife devoured the food he had just cooked without even creating a small bulge in her stomach. McQueen's body developed as she aged, and now she can eat almost three times the amount she usually eats during her Tracen Days. He had tried to weigh her down with all the food he cooked, but it was to no avail. He would need to bring a shipping container full of food if he ever wanted to fill McQueen's stomach.
"You big eater."
"You should say that to Special Week. I could never imagine myself beating her in an eating contest."
The man begrudgingly cleaned the dining table that had been eaten clean by his wife. In doing so, he bends his body forward to reach the edges of the table, and everyone knows you shouldn't bend forward with an Uma nearby.
"Gotcha!"
"Hey! I'm in the middle of something here!"
McQueen quickly gets behind her husband and hugs him. She makes sure her arms wrap around him tightly so that he cannot run away from her. Although running from an Uma Musume is practically impossible. Maybe she'll let him run, to spice things up a bit. It's always nice seeing the light of hope disappear from his eyes as he struggles from the inevitable.
"Hey darling~~ Do you remember what you promised me if I win the award?"
"Gulp… McQueen…"
"Umapyoi~~"
McQueen whispers that word sensually as her hands travel down and under the apron, grabbing her true prize tightly.
"McQueen! Please! A few minutes to clean the room first."
"You promise five children, darling. I want them now."
"I–I—I know!! But! Mmh!! Please stop…"
"Moans more. You're making me wetter."
McQueen uses her uma strength to give her husband the mating signal. As if that wasn't enough, she also started humping him from behind. The plapping sound echoes inside the room as the actress stops holding herself back.
"Wa–wait!! I can't hold on! We'll fall if you keep going!"
The man tries to hold both of their bodies from falling to the ground, but with his Uma wife keep humping him from behind, he slowly loses his grip and both of them end up on the floor. Even when they both have fallen, McQueen doesn't stop humping her husband.
"I–I'll do it!! Let's get to the bedroom first!"
"Oohh~ Are you afraid that someone might be watching us? We're on the thirtieth floor, darling. No one is going to see us."
"You can never be so sure, right? What if they know that the sweetheart actress is actually a sadistic woman?"
"Then they will see that I'm married to a submissive masochist. You know? Let's give them some materials to work with."
"What are you planning, you dummy pervert?"
"The pool in the balcony. Let's play there, shall we?"