Dinner - they are at a cafe, after all.

“Umm… I mean, we could just get something to eat, right?” Homura said.

“Well, we were gonna eat here before uh, Suzuki-san interrupted us, right? S-sure, I guess.” Madoka replied, still seeming a little shaken. Hopefully Homura would be able to calm her down somehow, but while she was very good at recognizing the emotions of the people around her, she was terrible at actually changing those emotions.

With a shrug, Homura headed back into the cafe, which was still merrily bustling with the sounds of chatter, utensils clinking on plates, and girls getting fucked. The two of them were quickly ushered to a table off to the side, along the central bench area and away from what looked like either some kind of orgy or just a bunch of people at a central counter that all happened to be fucking.

“So, what should I eat?” Homura asked as she sat down on the chair and scooted it under the table. Madoka sat down at the other end, picking up one of the menus that Suzuki had sped over and laid down for them.

“Um… I’ve never been here before, you know? So I don’t really know...” Madoka said, peering at the menu. “Mami-san said this place has good cake, but that’s a dessert, and we can’t just eat that, you know? Uh, well, how about the curry rice? You can get that, and, mm, lemme get something else if you don’t like that. I’ll take this pasta, I guess.”

“... That’s fine.” Homura said. “Food isn’t a big deal, anyways.”

“Oh, right, hospital food... Well, now we can go out and get you some better food, right?” Madoka smiled a little at that. “My mom knows a bunch of good places, so I’ll go ask her. Gotta go try everything, you know.”

Homura fought hard to keep a blush down at Madoka’s words and smile, merely nodding somewhat bashfully again. “I’d like that, thanks.” She said it softly, as if she was afraid that something in her voice would reveal her. After a bit, she smiled as well.

Before she could continue embarrassing herself like a girl going on her first date with her crush, they were interrupted by a seeming blur of movement. Kanami zoomed over to their table in her cut-open maid uniform, practically skidding to a halt in front of them. “Alllllright! I’m Kanami-chan, and I’ll be your waitress today! Please take care of me, master.” She bowed in imitation of a demure maid, then winked suggestively at the girls as she popped up again, holding her notepad in front of her bare, bouncy chest. “Soooo, what’chya getting?” Homura kind of stared up at her, a little intimidated by the maid’s aggressive cheerfulness. She… wasn’t the best at being personable. At least, as long as personable didn’t include “being able to make people hate her”, because she was frighteningly good at that.

Madoka came to the rescue (again, a little voice in Homura’s voice whispered). “Uh, I’ll get the, eh, pasta? And… and a curry rice for Homura-chan, please.”

With another flurry of action, Kanami scribbled down their order onto her notepad. “Okay, okay! What do you girls want to drink, then? Milk, cum, half-and-half, green tea, black tea, coffee, house special? We got pumps for you two as well, if you’d like to add a little bit of your own flavor to things.”

Madoka nodded at that, and then looked at Homura. The magical girl shrugged, trying to convey her lack of opinion at that and give Madoka the go-ahead to pick whatever. Madoka turned back to the waitress and said “I guess half-and-half would be good. Oh, and can we have some pumps?” Another furious scribbling motion, a “Alright, it’ll be there in a flash!’, and another cross-armed bow which pushed up her cleavage, and Kanami sprinted off, deftly dodging around another few maids and a large amount of puddles.

Madoka let out a sigh, slumping down in her seat. “Ahhhh..” she kind of moaned. Homura actually moved to go help her, but then she figured that it wasn’t anything physical, and then tried to innocuously sit back into her seat.

Noticing Homura’s palpable concern (she was doing an incredibly bad job at hiding her emotions, wasn’t she) Madoka said “Ahh… I’m alright, I’m alright. It’s just been a long day, you know?” Madoka waved it off a little, but her voice was a little shaky. Homura was entirely unconvinced, but didn’t want to push the issue anymore.

Luckily for Homura, Madoka continued of her own volition, evidently feeling that her act wasn’t going to hold. “It’s just… I feel kind of, uh, overwhelmed by all this, you know? Madoka said, barely looking up from her reclining position. “You know, yesterday, I was really scared when those wraiths showed up… I felt like I couldn’t do anything and was just running. I couldn’t help Mom and Mama, I couldn’t help all those other people, and I couldn’t help myself. W-well, at least that’s what I was thinking, but then you showed up and just… you killed them all with that weird black-and-white power. And, and, you were great, and you being there that night helped me out a lot, you know? But I dunno, I was really shaken, and though I thought I was better this morning them talking about how it would keep on happening again and again and again…” Madoka put her hands up to her head and made a kind of strangled noise. “You just met me, and you have to deal with me and my complaining… for like, forever. I’m so sorry...”

Homura had no real idea how to handle the situation, but she didn’t want to leave Madoka like this either. She moved to get up, reconsidered, then decided to stand up anyways, feeling like an absolute fool as she did so. Despite her acutely aware self-consciousness, Homura walked over to Madoka, who was staring at the other girl with something - confusion? anxiety? Homura couldn’t tell - and put her hands on Madoka’s shoulders. “I’ll be fine, Madoka-chan. Really. I’ve told you before, right? This is what I wished for - the chance to protect you. To protect people like you, who are kind, who spend their time to help someone who doesn’t know anything, can’t do anything.” The words came slowly at first, but started spilling from her mouth faster and faster. She nearly even slipped - no, [i]had[/i] slipped up and mentioned too much, and her carefully shielded heart was showing itself. Homura blamed the constant rush of hormones coursing through her body, pointing out that Madoka was cute, beautiful, well-endowed, craving her presence like a ****, practically screaming at her that she was right there in front of her, just waiting to be - Homura mentally blotted out her arousal, focusing instead on the fact that Madoka was in front of her and that she needed some help, and if Homura could only offer shitty second-rate help then that was what she was going to get.

Madoka didn’t seem to notice her slip up, focused as she was at staring off blankly in the magical girl’s direction. Madoka didn’t say anything for a while, and Homura was just about to say some other stupid thing to try, but then she was grabbed and pulled into Madoka’s arms, letting out a half-squeak as she was forcefully embraced by Madoka. “What did I do to deserve you, Homura-chan...” she murmured into Homura’s breasts, which Madoka had maneuvered her head into. “Thank you so much. For being here for me. ” Homura just waited there in Madoka’s lap, letting the other girl cuddle her to her heart’s content. Now that she was right up against warm flesh, Homura’s penis was practically doing double time, dripping precum all over Madoka’s thighs, and Madoka’s own cock was tempting her by pulsating along her stomach. By this point, her face was fully flushed, and her breathing was growing heavier and heavier. Maybe she noticed, or maybe she was just also feeling the same way with Homura right there in her arms, but Madoka started sliding up and down a little, perhaps semi-consciously trying to get something going. She pushed her head up, hungrily staring into Homura’s eyes, and said “Hey. Homura-chan, I’ve got one more favor I have to ask for.”

Without even waiting for a response, Madoka pressed forwards again, kissing the girl sitting on her and practically entwining their bodies. The rest of the room faded into the distance as Madoka kissed her like she was trying to leave an imprint of her lips on Homura’s. Slender arms wrapped themselves around her, pulling her in such that Homura’s body was pressing into Madoka’s rather than just laying down. After what seemed like forever, their mouths parted, and the time traveler gasped at the first opportunity to get some air. Her head was spinning from the combination of oxygen deprival, Madoka’s almost aura-like scent, and her nervous system urgently redirecting all attention to the warm body beneath her.

“Ahh… ahh… I was being all …hahh.. emotional and sappy… but I haven’t had sex in 2 hours, so I [i]need[/i] this.” Madoka panted. “Please...”

Homura was vaguely worried about the sentiment, but that worry was washed away in a veritable flood of lust. Madoka moved her attention to Homura’s breasts, closing her lips around Homura’s right nipple and suckling while using a hand to deftly tease the other. The magical girl moaned at the warm sensation of milk steadily being coaxed out of her weighty chest, Madoka tonguing around her sensitive areolae even as she continued to drink her fill. When the pinching and caressing of her left breast stopped, her eyes fluttered open again to see a suction cup being fitted around it. With a wet-sounding pop and one last kiss that made Homura shudder again, Madoka stopped suckling and slipped another suction cup onto her breasts, completing the pair. A whirr of unseen machinery, and the pump came to life, slowly and mechanically draining the endless reserves of warm milk and creating a constant current of low pleasure running through her body. The tubes attached quickly filled up, sending what felt like gallons of milk through them, and the pink-haired girl strung them up on hooks that were probably designed for this express purpose. Madoka’s mouth met Homura’s again, this time for a more subdued kiss that mostly just gave the magical girl a good taste of her own milk, a light and airy flavor.

With her hands and mouth freed up by the pumps taking their place, Madoka was free to continue her attack lower on Homura’s body, but the girl in question decided that she wasn’t just going to sit by passively. She maneuvered herself onto the hard penis below her, sliding herself down around half way with almost no preamble. “H-Homura-chan!” Madoka cried out, and Homura responded by moving in for a - no, the tubes were getting in the way, so she settled for reaching out and placing a hand on Madoka’s cheek, looking into her eyes as she did so. Madoka smiled at her playfully, and then grabbed Homura’s cock and guided its directionless thrusts forwards into her breasts proper, where before she’d just been rubbing against Madoka’s cleavage. This was the magical girl’s cue to start riding her cock in earnest, slamming it all the way into her pussy and savoring its warmth, its sheer mass, the wonderful feeling of being so filled. But, of course, it was only for a moment, cause then she rose almost all the way off of it, penis sliding most of the way up the valley of Madoka’s breasts, only to come down again with Madoka’s penis brushing against every sensitive bundle of nerves along its way to her core. She bounced again and again, slamming down furiously, relishing the dual stimulation of Madoka’s breasts wrapped around her cock and Madoka’s own cock buried deep inside of her. Triple stimulation, actually, since those pumps were still milking Homura for everything they were worth. On Madoka’s end, she was doing her part to bring the pair of them to climax, moving her hips as much as she could while on the bottom and letting her hands roam around Homura’s breasts and cock, caressing and stroking as they went. Homura cried out some incomprehensible sound of pleasure as a particularly deep thrust slammed home, hitting all the way to her cervix. Her world went white for a moment, cognizant only of the sensations of release, of cum shooting out of her cock in thick white jets, of her walls shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her body, of her breasts heaving as they continued to be milked. As much as she’d like to bask in the post-orgasm glow, though, Homura instinctively kept herself moving, continuing to ride up and down for all she was worth. Finally, though, the palpable twitching of Madoka’s member reached a breaking point, and the pink-haired girl let out a cry as she unleashed a flood of sticky seed deep inside Homura. Immediately, the magical girl felt warmth fill her core, the now-familiar sensation of warm seed making her feel nice and content.

The pair might have gone on for much, much longer, but the clanking of plates onto the table interrupted them - their food had arrived, both dishes set in front of the currently fucking couple. Kanami finished setting their table, dexterously setting down two sets of utensils, then gave them another big bow. “Sorry for interrupting you, masters, but your food’s ready! I see you’re already using the pumps, but the drinks are right here as well if you still want them. Do you girls need any cleaning?” Homura shook her head no and Madoka, running a finger down her stomach to catch a little fingerful of cum, followed suit. “You got it under control? Alright then, anything else you need, just call me, and I’ll be there in a flash!” She turned to go, but then cocked her head back. “Oh yeah, don’t worry about the bill! Tanaka-san said that you’re always welcome to grab a meal here,” she called out. With that parting message, she sped off with the tray, heading off to quickly serve some other customer.

Homura was still fairly aroused, but both their first little fuck session and the interruption had calmed her down somewhat. With a little “hey” as warning, she slid herself off of Madoka’s dick, leaking hot cum down as she did, and took a seat next to her. The touchy-feely girl took this moment to lean onto Homura’s shoulder, making her flush a little. Ignoring her rising embarrassment - Madoka was literally fucking her not five minutes ago, Homura had no right to be so nervous about a little skinship - she picked up her spoon, taking a bite. It… was actually just normal curry rice, wasn’t it. Homura had been half expecting a dish that was lathered in so much cum that it was more like the main dish than the sauce, but nope, it was a meal that probably was served at cafes like this in Homura’s original timeline. Of course, Madoka’s father had also made normal food, and there was food food in the markets, but sex was seemingly woven into every aspect of society. Or perhaps this was just Homura’s libido telling her that she wanted more, and seeing it in every little thing.

“How’s the food, Homura-chan?” Madoka asked from her resting spot on Homura’s shoulder. She hadn’t actually touched her own plate of spaghetti yet, seeming content just to observe and sipping at her cum-milk-combination - cumshake?

“... It’s good.” Homura said, spooning another mouthful into her mouth. Homura didn’t really care about what she ended up eating anymore, but the rice was solid, albeit a little simple.

Madoka smiled at that, just watching her eat. “Ahh…” she murmured, not really looking at Homura despite their proximity.

The sudden mood swings that Madoka was undergoing was kind of worrying the time traveler, but she didn’t really know what made her crush tick, even after all these loops, and that was before she grew a giant dick and huge tits and acquired a libido to match. She’d been dodging the issue for a while, but it seemed like talking it out might be the only solution - not something Homura was particularly adept with.

Nevertheless, she boldly ventured into the unfamiliar territory of expressing her worries and concerns out loud. “Umm. Ah.” She took another breath, nervously taking in Madoka’s questioning eyes. “Kaname-san. Um, are you okay? I-it’s just that, well, you seemed so nervous yesterday night, not that it’s a bad thing in any way because there were literally monsters attacking you, but then you seemed fine this morning and day, and then you felt really sad right now, but you were also horny and I was too so we had sex but I don’t think anything’s changed... ” Homura trailed off, noticing that the pink-haired girl was ready to talk and was just waiting for her. “Er. Sorry.”

Madoka sighed, and smiled slightly again. “No, that’s fine. You were being cute again, and I wouldn’t stop that for anything. It’s just...” She collected her thoughts a little, shifting slightly on Homura’s shoulder as she did. “I don’t really know what’s going on, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I wanted to, I dunno, not worry anyone with my issues when there’s so much more important stuff to do, right?”

“Well, you really are the most important person to protect, right? And it’s not like I’m just helping you by fighting off the witches - so many other people got caught in that, uh, miasma”

“Yeah… I suppose. But it just doesn’t feel right to just sit here and wait - if I’m not doing anything, why am I so important? Gahhhh, I don’t know...” She propped herself up, grabbing her fork and spooling up a forkful of spaghetti. “I’m really confused, so, uh, I’m just going to ask it. What’s the problem with being a magical girl? I’m guessing something, but Mami-sempai didn’t say anything, and you know, there’s so many magical girls here too… I know it won’t stop the wraiths, but at least I’d be able to help, right?” She started eating, giving Homura a chance to respond.

How the hell did Homura respond to this? She really didn’t want to talk about why exactly she was so adamant about Madoka not contracting, but at the same time the very idea was unthinkable. She really didn’t want to talk about what she’d seen - almost couldn’t even talk about it, the wounds and psychological scars still fresh despite being there for years. And how exactly would Homura go about talking about this? Just casually mention that she’d seen Madoka die right in front of her dozens of times? Vague, cryptic warnings that would inevitably drive the curious girl in front of her deeper into the rabbit hole? She was still agonizing over what to say by the time the pink haired girl had finished chewing and swallowed, stuck in a loop of flawed logic and backwards thinking.

Ignoring Homura’s mental freeze, Madoka shrugged in seeming resignation, the action carrying into Homura’s shoulder. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Honestly, it’ll take me forever to decide on something to wish for, so you shouldn’t worry about me that much. It just … feels bad, you know?” She sat up, a slightly melancholy cast to her face. “Look, let’s just eat for now. This is your first restaurant visit! Let’s enjoy it before we talk about this serious stuff, which was my fault in the first place so, uh, sorry....”

Homura probably wasn’t physically capable of blaming Madoka anyways, so she just said “Don’t worry about it.” And that seemed to be it. The two of them started eating in earnest, but there seemed to be a kind of palpable distance despite their literal closeness. Still, though, Homura was somehow at ease with the situation.

She finally tried out the drink after a particularly salty spoonful of the curry. It was… the only real word to describe the uniqueness of the blended flavor was rich, the thick, creamy flavor from the milk and the particular salty flavor of cum that really should have made the combination taste strange at best mixing to produce something surprisingly good. So good, in fact, that she kept on drinking it, chugging it down like Kyoko would chug her sodas. The paper cup was empty far too fast for Homura’s liking, and she was reduced to trying to drain the last dregs. Noticing this, Madoka pointed out a previously unnoticed jar on the table filled with white liquid - actually, it was Homura’s milk, wasn’t it? The tubes on her chest were indeed hooked up to the tank, which was surprisingly decently full given that she’d only started being milked less than ten minutes ago. Noting this, of course, brought the sensation of Homura’s breasts being milked to the forefront again, the pleasant buzz of sensation finally emerging from her subconscious. Homura used the tap on the side to refill her cup, sipping at it more leisurely at it this time and watching Madoka eat.

The awkward silence between the two dissipated over time, but Madoka carefully avoided talking about anything too serious, and Homura followed suit. Of course, this means that they couldn’t really talk about too much, as the time traveler’s knowledge of current events and pop culture was severely lacking, so the conversation devolved into Madoka talking about stuff she’d heard about or was doing to Homura. They finished with their food after a while, reduced to sipping at Homura’s seemingly endless reservoirs of milk, and Kanami zoomed in to collect their plates while Madoka talked about her collection of chairs. With a wink and an offer for them to come back and repay the restaurant in a different way, the two of them were waved off, and they carefully stepped around the crowd of sex-enthralled people and exited the shop. The coven must have not had anything else to do in person, Homura supposed.

The schoolgirl seemed a little more confident with herself now, although that might have been completely illusory for all Homura knew. Still, she felt like she’d made [i]some[/i] progress, however small. Madoka looked back at the magical girl as they walked back towards the subway, wearing a more relaxed visage than previously. “Well, I guess we’d better talk about serious stuff again, huh. How are we going to get my parents to take you in?”

Homura had been bracing herself for more emotional talks, but this threw her completely for a loop. “What?”

“Well, if you’re going to protect me all the time, you’d better be around all the time, right? Can’t be running around all the time to get where I am.” Madoka said, hand on her chin as she thought about the matter. “Honestly, they might just accept anyways, but it’s probably better to still get a reason...”

“Uhh… I mean, I’m an orphan, I guess?” Homura stammered. The implications of their earlier solution to the wraith problem were starting to dawn on her, and a blush was appearing on her face.

“That’d do, wouldn’t it? I mean, they like you anyways, but better safe than sorry.” Madoka shrugged, and then stretched her arms. “Long day… and we’ve still got homework to do too, you know? You’d better help me as repayment for using my bed, got it?”

“I mean, I’d help you even without the housing...”

“It’s a joke, Homura-chan. Seriously, the nerve to criticize and mock your new landlord!” Despite her words, there was a smile on her face. “... And we’ll talk about the stuff from before, too. I want you to be able to trust me with this whole thing, okay? I - well, I mean, I don’t think you’d try to hurt me, so I just want to know why.”

Somehow, despite everything she’d gone up against, she wasn’t able to resist Madoka’s wishes. She nodded slowly, cursing herself for being weak.