Good Morning, Homura!

Homura slowly drifted back into consciousness, at peace with herself, the world, anything and everything. Her body felt enveloped in a sense of repose and of warmth - and, strangely, of wetness. For a long, long moment, she lay still, trying to slip back into the comforting grasp of sleep, but the effort that it took only made herself more and more awake. She sighed. How long had it been since she'd had a sleep worth returning to?

Finally giving up on sleep, Homura slowly inched her eyes open just a crack. When she didn't recognize her surroundings immediately, they opened fully, Homura's brain whirring into action. What was going on here? All sorts of potential disasters went through - Homura lifted her head and saw Madoka's head nestled in between her very sizeable breasts, invalidating all (well, most) of her panicked guesses. Right. She was an oversexed hermaphrodite, and oversexed hermaphrodites apparently thought nothing of sleeping with other people. And that wet feeling must be… Well, that certainly was a lot of sperm that the two of them had made over the night. Homura calmed her breathing down, trying not to disturb the sleeping girl by jostling around her, uh, pillows.

It seemed all her efforts this morning would be in vain, however. The slight motion caused Madoka to stir a little, murmuring into Homura's cleavage. The pink haired girl shifted over, squishing her right breast with her head and drawing a little warm milk. That sensation must have fully woken Madoka up, for she rolled back into her initial position almost immediately.

Well, there wasn't much point in keeping the pretense up. "Madoka-chan?" She said the words softly, with what little tenderness she could muster.

"Ah, am I bothering you?" The words came slowly and sleepily.

"No, no, not at all." It was Madoka; nothing that she did would ever bother Homura in the slightest. "I just wanted to know if you were awake, that's all."

Madoka sleepily murmured her assent. "Ah, what time is it?" She was surprisingly casual about waking up on top of a girl she'd known for one day. A small part of Homura was freaking out about that little fact, the same part devoted to maintaining her awareness of all things that could possibly go wrong. She ignored it; this was a rare moment of something unexpected and beneficial happening to her.

Homura peered at Madoka's clock on the wall through the darkness. "6:12. We have a decent amount of time before class starts, if you want to sleep some more."

"Ehh, I think I'll pass." Madoka yawned, lifting herself off of Homura's body and assuming a kind of pushup position. "You must be sore, Homura-chan, and not in the good way either."

"I guess." Now that there was a little more circulation, she was in fact beginning to feel a slight lingering soreness throughout her legs and chest. More than that, Homura began to feel a chill come across her now that Madoka was no longer supplying her with heat. It was if even her body craved Madoka's presence. "I mean, I'll be fine." As far as problems went, though, Madoka not being right on top of her and and instead being a foot away was a very nice problem to have.

"Really?

"Yes. Magical girl, right?"

The explicit reminder of what had happened yesterday seemed to deflate Madoka a little bit. "Mmm… You seemed pretty out of it yesterday, so I guess that makes sense. Even forgot to put the blocker in." As Madoka said that, Homura became aware of a presence inside of her, and flushed a bit. Her blush only grew deeper when she realized that if the other girl hadn't remembered, both of them would be pregnant right now, which was definitely an issue Homura didn't expect to ever deal with.

Thankfully, Madoka didn't comment on that, instead somewhat sleepily fumbling on the bedstand for a bottle of pills, presumably the contraceptives. Pouring two into her hand, Madoka popped both of them into her mouth, then fed one to Homura via a short but definitely not chaste kiss.

"Well, we've got protection now, it'd be a waste to not use it, right?" Homura stared into her eyes, which had gained a certain gleam to them. Homura was… well. Uh.

"I, um…" A pause as Homura's brain sputtered. "Wouldn't we wake up your parents? Or your br- sister?" she finally managed.

"The rooms are soundproofed. It's not like we heard my parents last night, right?" Madoka moved in closer, her hot breath hitting Homura's neck. The idea brought tantalizing images to Homura's brain, further confusing her.

When Homura didn't respond right away, Madoka backed off, looking just a little worried. Was she afraid that she'd overstepped her bounds? Well, even ignoring the fact that it was Madoka, there was a pretty girl on top of her with huge breasts and a huge dick that was asking if they wanted to fuck, all while being half covered in cum. Spending basically the majority of the last two days outside of class masturbating or having sex had made her very aware of the pretty much insatiable lust that she was going to have to deal with, and, well, they did have time before class. Besides, Madoka herself was just as horny, wasn't she? She'd be helping her still, just… differently.

Having thus submitted to her biological needs, Homura decided to be proactive instead and pulled Madoka back in, the girl squeaking just a little at Homura's sudden forcefulness. Their bodies smushed together, Homura savoring in their sheer closeness together. Madoka, however, wanted more, planting an aggressive kiss right onto her lips and sliding her hands in between the two of them. The magical girl latched onto Madoka with her own arms, holding on tightly and pushing their breasts pleasurably against each other.

Madoka eventually had to breathe though, so she stopped the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting the two. The two of them panted together, gazing into each other's eyes. Madoka's slender hands finally managed to squeeze past their entwined bodies, trying to grasp onto both of their dicks. She grabbed Homura's throbbing length, but couldn't work her small hand around her own as well. Instead, she just pushed her own penis into Homura's with the other hand. Operating mostly on instinct, Homura pinched against Madoka's nipples in somewhat of an awkward position, rolling the sensitive tips between her fingers. The pink haired girl was still appreciative of her efforts, though, letting out cute little gasps at the dual stimulation.

Homura went in for another kiss, but Madoka pushed upwards at the same time, so they never actually met. She lay back, deciding to let the much more experienced girl arrange themselves into the proper position. Sure enough, Madoka pivoted around the bed, putting rear end - and more importantly, her twelve inches of cock - right into Homura's face. Madoka took the dildo-cum-condom out of Homura, which prompted a strange feeling of emptiness as she adjusted to not having nearly a foot and a half of plastic lodged inside of of her pussy. Interestingly enough, her body seemed to be way less comfortable without its presence, almost as if it were protesting the fact that it wasn't being dicked right now. Homura ignored the feeling of emptiness for now - that particular issue was likely to be resolved anyways - and instead returned the favor to the other girl.

After gingerly laying the plastic rod on the ground below, she opened her mouth and put around a third of the cock presented to her inside, swirling her tongue around and lapping up the sweet precum. Just as the magical girl was about to begin sucking in earnest, though, Madoka beat her to the punch, sliding the majority of Homura's penis into her throat. She let out a muffled "Mmmmmm!" at the sensation, forgetting that she was ostensibly giving Madoka a blowjob. Marshaling her focus, she began again, bobbing around the cock like it was a warm, meaty popsicle. Pleasure battered Homura's mind, causing her to moan around the dick in her mouth again and again, Madoka's own stifled sounds of delight spurring her to even greater lengths. She glided her fingers upwards between her crush's splayed legs, feeling out the moist vagina with her right hand and cupping her balls with her left. Slowly, carefully, she began fingering and squeezing, Madoka's mouth shuddering around Homura's penis in reaction. Having thus gotten the initial attention, Homura fully committed to the fingering, plunging her fingers deeper and deeper into the wetness and running them along the sides, still managing to suck the cock in her mouth.

Suddenly, Madoka pulled off of her dick with a wet pop and a gasp, cool air running over its wet surface. Her wet throat was replaced by warm and slightly less wet flesh, Madoka putting her huge breasts to use. They squeezed tighter around Homura's member, moving up and down oh so slowly and lathering it with their combined sperm from over the night. Homura throbbed inside the cage of breasts, sinking into Madoka's considerable softness. A tongue snuck in, licking her cock tip and just generally increasing the barrage of feelings that Homura's brain was dealing with. Everything kind of blurred together into a soup of pleasure, her entire body slowly, slowly moving closer to release. The motion of her hands started jumbling together, such that she was trying to knead Madoka's insides and finger her testicles, but her appreciative moans indicated that that didn't matter too much. The titfuck tempo increased on the other end, Madoka beginning to move her chest forcefully along her dick.

Homura knew that her own orgasm was soon approaching, and burst into a frenzy of possibly mismatched activity to try and get Madoka off as well. From the way Madoka's legs were trembling around her, she knew that it wouldn't take long. Purely on accident, she scraped against the sensitive flesh with her teeth, which caused Madoka to cry out loudly. She stopped in panic, worrying that she'd hurt her in the very first attempt at sexual initiative, but Madoka stopped attacking her penis head for just long enough to tell her "Don't stop!". She focused on the affected area anyways, trying to lick it better.

Finally, one last flick of the tongue attacking her sent Homura into orgasm, crying out something incomprehensible in ecstasy. Spurt after spurt after spurt of sperm shot out, Homura's body shaking along with each one. She couldn't manage the mental effort it took to keep up with the three-pronged sexual stimulation, and flopped down like a rag doll. Madoka came anyways, shooting her heavy load straight into her throat. Homura slipped the dick out of her mouth, equal parts overwhelmed by the sheer amount coming out and trying to get an actual taste before she swallowed. She couldn't catch all of it, some of the sperm shooting past her and landing onto her body or Madoka's bed instead, but she still gulped down mouthful after mouthful of hot sticky goodness. Madoka's blowjob had shifted towards more and more licking; presumably she was doing the same.

The pink-haired girl sighed happily. "Ahh, that was good, but we should probably get ready for school." Madoka swung over off onto the side of the bed, allowing Homura to get up as well. "Besides, we can pick up there." She winked a little, and either Homura's heart or her loins fluttered in anticipation, maybe both.

"Yeah, sure." Homura wrenched herself away from the cum-stained bed, still probably dripping a little. She decided right there that cleaning off all the cum on her body was probably wasted effort, since another layer was probably coming soon enough, but there was still some things that could be saved from a never ending coat of jizz. "Ah, should I help you clean up?" She nudged her head at the floor, which had a fair share of their fluids strewn about.

"Nah, don't worry about that. We've got robots for that, right?" Probably another consequence of the altered timeline, increased automation to clean up all the puddles everywhere. If necessity was the mother of innovation, giant futa dicks must have been the father (mama? Maybe she should actually ask about it; it was getting on her nerves).

While Homura dealt with familial appellations, sex-driven technological developments, and putting on her school uniform, Madoka went off to wake up her mother, a quick "Be right back!" let out before Homura could make any sort of headway into actually responding. She moved out into the hallway finally, just in time to hear the door open, then the curtains following suit. A shriek erupted, Madoka using her preferred mom-waking technique to great effect. Soon enough, Junko trudged into the hallway, buck naked and covered in jizz. As Homura stared, she let out a long yawn, causing her boobs to shake a little. After a long while, Homura tore her eyes off of the naked businesswoman in front of her, said woman chuckling a little to herself as she noticed the reaction she was getting.

"Madoka-chan's gone downstairs, getting breakfast. I'll join you kiddos after I wash up." Homura nodded, not sure how to respond. Madoka's mother walked by, sashaying a little as she walked. The black haired girl steadfastly refused to stare at that bouncing ass, choosing instead to stand there until she rounded a corner, then headed down the stairs carefully.

Madoka and Tomohisa (Tomoko?) smiled at Homura almost in unison as she walked into the kitchen area. There was an extra chair slotted in at the corner right next in between Madoka and her younger sister, and she sat down. Madoka's mama busied herself behind the kitchen counter, wearing an apron. Just an apron, actually. She was singing some kind of slow sweet love song, although Homura didn't know any love songs that asked the beloved to "bend me over the table" or "milk me like a cow".

After a couple more verses describing how she wanted to be fucked until she could no longer stand, breakfast was finished. Tomohisa brought out bowls of rice porridge with some kind of pickled vegetable and the standard bottle of milk.

"Ah, thank you obaa-san." The required nicety escaped Homura's mouth without much in the way of conscious thought.

"No problem at all; just happy to help." She, just like her daughter, was incredibly genuine about the proclamation.

Homura sat there pensively, simply watching as Madoka's mother spooned porridge into Tatsuya's (Tatsuki's?) mouth. Madoka, sensing something was amiss, spoke up. "Hey, Homura-chan? Are you gonna eat anything?"

"Uh, yeah." She spooned a mouthful into her mouth. It was fairly plain, but Homura could tell that there was quite a bit of care put into its preparation. The effort was mostly wasted on Homura, who viewed food in much the same way as a car would view fuel, but she appreciated the thought nonetheless.

As they were eating, Junko came down from the second floor, head wrapped in a towel and breasts just barely wrapped in what could be a suit suit jacket if you took scissors to basically its entire front side. There wasn't any other of the suit pieces, though, just a dark-colored penis strap. She walked by the kitchen counter, getting a kiss from her wife. With… quite a bit of tongue, it seemed. Although this was relatively tame by the standards of affection Homura had observed.

Homura finished breakfast quickly, but she didn't want to leave right away. Instead, she stayed at the table, talking when required but mostly just watching Madoka somewhat stiltedly interact with her family. It was, well, it was normal life, but Homura had never had a normal life in all of her twenty-five years of living.

Soon enough, they were headed off for school, Madoka's parents waving them off. Madoka seemed to have recovered from last night's events, but she still seemed deep in thought.

"Madoka-chan! Oh hey, it's Homura-san as well." Sayaka had noticed them, waving her hands excitedly. Hitomi was next to her, and greeted them in a more subdued fashion "You live around here too?"

For certain values of around and here, yes. "Yeah, Madoka's house is on the way to school from mine." The girl in question looked at Homura quizzically, tilting her head in confusion. "Hmm?" Homura looked back, nodding ever so slightly. Madoka, puzzled but respectful of Homura's decision, stopped her line of inquiry.

"Hmm what, Madoka-chan?" Hitomi probably had noticed their inaudible conversation, observant as she was.

"Uhhh, it's nothing." Hitomi raised an eyebrow, but made no further comment. The other two girls quickly struck up a conversation about their schoolwork, although Madoka stayed uncharacteristically quiet.

Finally, Sayaka broke the subject. "Something on your mind?" she asked, somewhat indelicately.

"Oh no, I'm fine." She was pretty unconvincing, though.

"Sayaka-chan." Hitomi admonished. "She's probably just thinking about how much she wants to fuck Homura-san." Homura managed to keep her composure at that line, finally having become a little desensitized. Besides, it was better than them figuring out the real reason, right?

Madoka laughed a little at the resumption of everyday life. "Well, kind of..." To be fair, she probably was on some level.

Sayaka clasped her hands together girlishly. "Ahhh, young love..." They were the same age, but Homura chose not to mention that in favor of flushing a little. Was she really that obvious? "Ok, to be fair, most of my thoughts are basically that, so I'm not gonna judge."

"Maybe you should use some of that brainpower to focus on school, you know? While I enjoy our little study get-togethers, I'm a little tired of having to fuck you every ten minutes. Can't really explain anything when you're bent over half the time." Hitomi interjected, a raised eyebrow on her aristocratic features.

"Aww, come on... I can't fuck my homework. Well, I could, but then I'd have to write it all out again..."

While Sayaka and Hitomi discussed the relative merits of fucking their schoolwork, they entered the school, making their way to their classroom through the throng of students hanging out, chatting, giving each other blowjobs, and generally doing whatever students did before class. Homura took the opportunity to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead.