"We would like to apologize for our trainer's stupidity."
"He is, without a single doubt, an anomaly. This is not the first kidnapping to happen in Tracen."
Although it's usually the trainer who gets kidnapped.
"Thank you for understanding. We shall take our leave."
The Minaz team carried their unconscious trainer on their shoulders and took their leave. The first team trainer and trainee could only watch as the team of weirdos grew smaller and smaller before disappearing into the main building.
"Big sis Riko, are those people okay?"
"I hope so…"
XxX-XxX
"Good grief… What is wrong with this man?"
The Minaz team carries their unconscious trainer to their clubroom and lays him on a mat on the floor. They thought that people would look weirdly at them, but to their surprise, most Umas just casually let them walk away. Some even offer help to carry him to their basement, which the Minaz team doesn't have.
Maybe the Mejiro Family can provide a basement for the Minaz team. Just to store training equipment.
"He was so adamant on not getting more members before, but his act just now says otherwise. I could never understand him."
"He feels less like a trainer and more like a mystery."
"I feel you, Suzuka."
The three Umas could only sigh in defeat and lament their fate. Each of them has an image of their ideal trainer when they enter Tracen. A respectful and dutiful adult. A motivated and hard-working adult. An understanding and kind adult. The young man lying in front of them is a mix of all of those, but at the same time, none of those.
One day, he can spend an entire day doing nothing but his tasks as a trainer, even foregoing breakfast and lunch. Next, he'll be nothing more than a bum, spending his day scrolling through his phone and chatting on some random forum.
One day, he could be the most motivating individual, giving a world-class speech. The next day, you can see him with tears in his eyes, crying because he can't buy a Gundam figurine.
One day, he can be as gentle as an angel. Caring for you with the touch of Michael the Archangel. The next day, he can be Satan himself. Playing pranks and getting mad for even the simplest of reasons.
"Sigh…"
"It's not fair, isn't it?"
"Yes?"
"It's the fact that he knows us so well, and we barely know anything about him. Are all adults this selfish?"
"Or we are just that bad at finding out about our trainer."
"I believe it's both. Ufufufu~~"
"Ahahahaha!!"
"Ehehe~~"
The Umas share a laugh before they focus back on their defenseless trainer. Seeing him in a state where he wouldn't be able to scream and fight back raises a very dangerous idea in Umas' mind. McQueen was the first one to fall.
"Umm… You know? I think the man knows us too well. I bet he knows our breast measurements."
The three Umas look down toward the empty field of absolute nothingness. The image of the young man appears in their mind with a smug smile, saying.
"What breasts? Aren't all of you just zero?"
"Don't you think it's fair if we know his?"
"I guess… so…"
"Mmh… Wha–What are you suggesting, McQueen?"
"Let's measure him. It's a fair exchange, right?!"
"Yeah! Yeah! It's an equivalent exchange!"
The three beasts slowly surround the weakened young man. They look at him with hunger in their eyes. Their eyes scan his body up and down, not missing a single detail.
"We should get his shi–shirt off!! It's dirty from him lying on the ground earlier."
"Ye-Yeah!"
If the young man were conscious, he would have stopped the Umas from encroaching on his body, but now he is nothing more than a sleeping meat. The Umas place their hands on his body and get the feel of his muscles.
"Firm…"
"Strong…"
"Powerful…"
Drool drips down from the edges of her mouth as McQueen slowly unbuttons the young man's shirt. The Umas move in closer and closer as more and more of the young man's chest is open to them.
"Hah… Haaaah…"
"Sniff… Haaaah…"
"Haaaaah… Haaaaaah…"
The Umas have opened a Pandora's box. The man's smell quickly invades their brains and numbs the part of reasoning. They now move purely out of instinct, and their instinct was to plant their faces on his body. And so they did.
"Mmh!! Aah!!"
*SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIIIIIIIIFF*
The young man unconsciously reacts to three invaders planting their faces. McQueen on the abs, while Suzuka and Teio on his chest. They sniff like hunting dogs following a wounded deer.
"Kuh!"
*Thump* *Thump*
The slab of meat tries to fight back with its hands, but the side Umas grab him by the wrists and hold him to the ground. No human could ever hope to win against an Uma Musume, let alone an unconscious one.
*SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF* *SNIFF*
"Haaah… Aaah… Mmh!!"
The body could do nothing but beg for release. Sadly, the smell had turned off the part of the brain that is responsible for hearing.
"Haaah… Haaah…"
And worse for the slab of meat, the zombie virus has mutated. McQueen's mouth couldn't be closed as she breathed in more and more of the meat's scent, in doing so, opening a gate for her tongue to drop out. Since her face was right up on the young man's abs, the tongue instantly touched the valley in between.
"Mmh!!! Aah!!"
McQueen feels reinvigorated when her tongue licks the young man, and now she is full on board with licking the young man. First, she devours the abs, then she moves up. Devouring the valley between the chest, then between the collarbone, on the neck, and the Adam's apple.
Lucky for the young man, the zombie's tongue flew off his chin, leaving his face uneaten. Unlucky for him, she is now focused on his face.
"Haaaah… Haaaah… Haaaaaaah…"
The zombie grabs the meat's face, and with her last moment of brain function, she says.
"Thank you for the meal…"