Hang out with Madoka's friends after school, see what they're up to.

Classes, surprisingly, were mostly the same in this alternate universe. She had expected that transforming everyone into hung horny hermaphrodites would have radically changed the development of basically everything, but Mitakihara's buildings looked mostly the same, and the classes weren't too too different. History was the big point of divergence: the overthrowing of the Soga by the Fujiwara was made much more interesting when the war involved massive orgies instead of bloodbaths. Of course, the tradeoff was that now Homura had no idea what actually had happened, and would have to play catch-up for a while if she wanted to go back to being the genius transfer student she was before.

Gym class was another one that ended up diverging heavily from what Homura had practiced again and again. As far as Homura could tell, it was the standard “exercise and then do some activities” fare, except all of the activities involved sex in some fashion, probably to ensure that the student's libidos didn't get too much in the way of any learning. There was no uniform; more accurately, the uniform was nothing, and all the girls just went out to the field and track buck naked. Homura purposely whiffed a lot of the events as to not arouse suspicion; it would be quite strange to her classmates if their new transfer student had to sit out all the fucking events, but could break school records in the high jump and such. Well, maybe she was also a little distracted. All the bouncing was admittedly hard to control while running and such, but when she saw the other girls “dealing” with their naked breasts and dicks bouncing around, well, she was able to ignore it for some reason. She mentally made a note to look into what competitive athletes used, just in case she wanted to not have her giant tits flopping around while she was doing something.

The most radical changes were in the breaks between classes. Each time, Ms. Saotome brought out a large set of sex toys during breaks, and everyone used them as they saw fit. For her part, Homura tried out an assortments of fleshlights, vibrators, and dildoes. The textures were quite nice, but Homura much preferred the warmth of actual flesh. Of course, she had stuck with the most vanilla sex toys and hadn't touched any of the more **** ones, so perhaps there was something she was missing out on - this one other girl (Are… Arara…? Homura was pretty sure that she had been a guy in every other timeline, so her face wasn’t ringing any bells) had her genitals basically coated in little vibrators, and she seemed to be enjoying herself pretty thoroughly. Madoka had actually came up to her before one of the first sessions and reminded her to masturbate at least every hour or so to stay focused and generally healthy, since the magical girl was apparently looking a little ****.

Most of the other changes were simply switching the names of (most) of the people you had to remember from male to female variants. It wasn't really like math was going to change just because the world did, after all. Science and literature not changing was a more unexpected event - Homura's working hypothesis was that the previous Madoka didn't spend much time developing the ramifications of a world of futanari before enforcing her will upon reality through her wish, and therefore the changed world included the events of the previous one simply because Madoka included that in her conception of the world. Most, if not all of that distinction was purely academic, but the more Homura knew about the wish's effects the more tools she had at her disposal. This was the very first time Madoka had changed the next timeline that Homura entered, which contained large ramifications. Theoretically, Madoka's wishes themselves could be used to solve the problem of Madoka contracting, either by affecting her directly or by affecting Homura as an intermediary. Of course, the wish to change literally everyone past, present, and future into futanari probably took a big bite out of her karmic potential, but the possibility remained. The problem was Kyubey, of course. She very much doubted that he would grant a wish that would prevent Madoka from contracting, even in an alternate timeline, but there had to be someway around that, right? For the time being, though, Homura was content to keep doing it the hard way. In more ways than one, apparently...

Homura sighed, shaking off her thoughts, and rose from her chair to meet up with Madoka. The three friends had planned to go to the mall as Sayaka wanted to buy some music for a "Kyoko-chan", although she fervently denied the claim. Homura assumed that this was referring to the violinist and not the magical girl, although stranger things had happened in this timeline. So Sayaka's crush on Kyosuke (now Kyoko) still remained in place. But, would Hitomi and Sayaka still compete for the violinist, or would the three end up in some kind of polyamorous situation? The singular gender really upended what (little) Homura knew about the topic of love.

The girl in question would be going with them; usually Homura waited a week gathering supplies and clearing out witches and the visit to the mall next week didn't include Hitomi, who went off to a tea ceremony class instead. Madoka, kind and worrying soul that she was, (correctly) assumed that Homura wouldn't be with anyone after school, and had invited her along with them. Sayaka had joked about how the "lovebirds" were going on a "honeymoon" and that they should be left alone to "fuck each other raw" some more, which made Homura's skin tingle and her heart beat faster every time she thought about it, and Hitomi had raised no objections (after scolding Sayaka for "rudeness").

She met up with the trio in front of the gates, carefully stepping around puddles of cum as she did so. Homura had asked Madoka after their mad rush back about them, thinking guiltily of the hallway that they had coated; she had said the janitor staff was very used to cleaning up such messes, as they worked at a school, you know? Homura didn’t, really, but she could imagine. "Ah, Madoka's girlfriend is here!" Sayaka called out, waving wildly in the distance. The thought made her face flush imperceptibly.

"I've told you, we're not going out." Madoka said, bemused.

"Yet."

"Not you too, Hitomi-chan!" Madoka whirled around at the sudden betrayal.

The heiress grinned a little. "In all fairness to Sayaka-chan, she literally asked you to take her virginity right after meeting her. Also, to call her Homura-chan after sex, which I thought only happened in bad pornos and smut."

"But-"

"It makes so much sense sense! The poor, sickly girl, stuck within the confines of the hospital, comes out into the world, and falls in love with the gentle-hearted girl who shows her kindness and tutoring!" Sayaka spread her hand out to the sky and put the other over her ample chest as she spoke. Homura's blush was quite visible at this point. "And, for your part, the girl from your dreams has come into reality, searching for her savior!" It was almost creepy how many things Sayaka managed to predict correctly. If not for the fact that she was clearly joking around, Homura would have thought that Sayaka was the one seeing glimpses of the other timelines, not Madoka.

Hitomi pointed something out that was pretty obvious. "Well, she is coming here. We can just ask her directly." She turned to Homura, who had just arrived at the meeting place proper. "So, what do you think about Madoka? Do you like her?" Most people underestimated Homura's magically enhanced hearing, a fact which Homura was more than happy to use on most occasions. In this case, however, it was mostly just incredibly awkward, and Homura really had no idea how to respond to this prompt. The answer to the question itself was incredibly straightforward. Of course she liked her, how could she possibly not like her, how could anyone in the entire world dislike Madoka? She liked her so much that she was fighting a veritable war just for her. The important question was how Madoka would react. They had known each other for literally a single school day, in which Madoka had taken her virginity in spectacular fashion. Apart from unreliable dream sequences, that was the entirety of their interactions, and anything else might just be a very lonely Homura reading things into the actions of the girl she'd spent so much time and effort for. Was she embarrassed about the whole ordeal? Did she find it tiresome? Did she hold feelings for her? Homura couldn't possibly just tell Madoka that she had fallen in love with her so quickly without explaining the entire story, and the more Madoka knew about the magical girl system, the more likely she was to contract and try to save someone. At the same time though, Homura cared far too deeply to say that she didn't in fact like Madoka, even as a one-off lie. Besides, her lies weren't exactly the most convincing, which is why she spent most of the time being aloof and mysterious instead of attempting to maintain some kind of multi-leveled facade. Homura was torn between a multitude of options, none of which seemed appealing.

Sensing that something was wrong, Madoka intervened. "Please stop it, you guys. It's kind of mean to put Homura-chan up on the spot like that." Sayaka opened her mouth, likely to make a joke about Madoka being her "knight in shining armor" or something, but thought better of it in a rare display of tact. Hitomi, for her part, bowed her head.

"I'm sorry, Akemi-san. Please forgive me," she said, sounding suitably contrite.

"Ahhh, it's ok." Homura said. "It wasn't a huge deal anyways. I just..." She shrugged a little, then flushed a bit as her breasts jiggled with the motion. “No, it’s fine. Madoka… Madoka is really nice.”

“Nice lay, right?”

“Sayaka!”

“I had to, I had to!”

Seizing control of the situation before Sayaka decided to throw out even more innuendo, Madoka cleared her throat, halting Sayaka and Hitomi in their tracks. "Alright, let's head out then." Madoka smiled, and turned around and led the four down the street.

Now that it was early afternoon rather than seven in the morning, there were quite a few more people walking around the city and going about their business, and Homura couldn't help but look around and see how Mitakihara had changed. Of course, no one was wearing anything that covered more than a bikini, and as a result Homura got a good eyeful of everyone's endowments bouncing around as they walked. It was a nice spring day, so of course a good amount of people were strolling around just completely naked, but some people were still wearing clothes. One set of maybe high school age girls were wearing bandages above their nipples, standing off in an alleyway and looking a little standoffish (well, as standoffish as you can be while you’re getting rammed by a… maybe a 13 inch dick). A couple of business-women were wearing suit jackets sans buttons and stockings, covering everything except the most important bits. Lastly, one person was wearing… Wow, that was a lot of rope, huh? That had to be some fetish thing. Not a single person though, no matter their state of dress or their age (or their pregnant state; a significant portion of the people she’d seen had noticeable bulges in their stomachs), looked at all bad, though, with the worst-looking person she’d seen being just generically pretty.

Her libido reared its head yet again, demanding that she fuck or be fucked soon. At this point, Homura had given up on ever controlling it, and mentally settled for satisfying it in more convenient fashions. From the way people were just generally fucking everywhere, the general societal impulse had shifted that way as well, with there being pretty constant sex just out of the way enough to be ignorable if you set your mind to it. The stores and restaurants along the road had changed slightly as well, the models in the posters being much sluttier and the featured meals incorporating cum and (human) milk. The café that Homura had spent the most time in it had a sign saying that they were hiring "milkmaids", featuring a futanari wearing the vaguest hints of a cow suit and posing appealingly to the camera.

"I forgot that you really haven't spent much time in the city." Sayaka said behind her, and Homura turned around to face her. She grinned, and then grabbed her on the shoulder, pulling her in and smushing their boobs together. "So, the small-town girl has finally realized her dream and made her way to the big city!" She gestured to said big city with her spare hand, pointing at nothing in particular.

"Indeed," Hitomi said next to her, "although Mitakihara has not been a major metropolis until about twenty years ago, and is more comparable to a large suburb in size."

"Shut up, nerrrrrd." Sayaka rolled her eyes, then laughed. Madoka and Hitomi smiled along with the antics, and Homura couldn't help but join in. The rapport between the friends was undeniably strong before the stresses of the magical girl life tore them apart. Although maybe that had changed too...

"There are still a lot of things to do here, even if it might not be as big some other cities," Madoka said. "We could hang out at the mall like we're doing today, or we could go to the park, the subway, the movies, or just walk around town."

"The subways?"

Madoka nodded. "It's a little early for that now, but you'd go there to get fucked by businesswomen on their way home from work."

"I… see." Just the very thought turned her on, but at the same time it weirded her out to see such a slutty thing said by Madoka.

"Yeah, although the subways are a better lay on Fridays, when no one's in a rush to get back home and prepare for the next day." Hitomi chimed in.

"Eh, Fridays are for us to do stuff together! I feel like whoring then is kinda lonely…"

"Hey, not all of us have cute transfer students to fuck all the time!" Homura and Madoka blushed in unison, and then blushed deeper as they looked at each other's reactions. Homura turned away from Madoka, staring off at random people in the street instead. It didn't help her lust, but at least it hid her face. Sayaka continued, ignoring the effects her words were having on the two, or perhaps even being encouraged. "Poor old Sayaka-chan is being left behind by all her friends! I'll end up like those poor lonely farmgirls who have to be constantly milked cause they’re so deprived..."

"What about Shizuki-san?" Homura asked, hoping that the conversation would shift to something less embarrassing. "Or, uhh, Kamijou-san?"

"Kyoko-chan is in the hospital… And Hitomi's got cram school, she's too busy to just rut in the middle of the hallway like some people. Also that tea ceremony thing or whatever." Madoka laughed sheepishly at the reference.

"There are plenty of students around that are more than willing for sex whenever, Sayaka-chan. Also, it's not just a 'thing', it's a long-lasting tradition dating back from the 13th century."

"OK, so it's an old and fancy thing, whatever, you still just jack off into a teapot and drink it."

"No, no, no. You have to mix several people's loads together, then steep them with the tea leaves, then …"

Blue and green bickered about the distinction between the tea ceremony described and "a stupid slow circlejerk with a useless security check before you get to enjoy the cum" for quite some time. Given the way that they made sure to include Madoka's and Homura's opinions in their debate, Homura was relatively sure that they were just arguing for the sake of arguing, which seemed like something Sayaka would enjoy. In her own case, asking her to make a judgement on the practice would probably be like asking an alien on its opinion of whether toilet paper should go down behind or in front of the roll. Madoka didn't really have any thoughts on the practice either but was simply happy that Hitomi was enjoying it.

Before she knew it the group was standing in front of the mall. Sayaka and Hitomi had finally resolved their dispute, and Madoka pulled the door open for the other three. With a quiet thank you, Homura entered the building. The first thing she noticed was that the mall was much warmer than she remembered, most likely to support the severe lack of coverage in most people's clothing. Quite surprisingly, their uniform actually consisted of slightly more fabric than vast majority of the items on display in the mall. At some point though, it must be easier to just not wear clothing, wouldn't it? Or maybe the presence of clothing was a fashion statement. Either way, though, Homura expected at least some deference to temperature, considering Japan wasn't a tropical country by any stretch of the term. Apart from very skimpy clothing stores and posters, the mall wasn't much different from her memories. People still needed to eat and buy things, she supposed.

Like records of semi-obscure classical pieces. Homura waited patiently with Madoka and Hitomi next to the headphones as Sayaka perused the music store's collection. Every so often, she'd run back, tits and dick bouncing even under the confining straps, and listen to the track for a minute or two, then determine its worthiness. ("Kyoko wouldn't like it, would she?" "Sh-shut up!" "I believe the idiom is 'turnabout is fair play', Sayaka-chan. And no, I don't think so.") While Sayaka resumed her search, the three of them idled around.

"Sayaka-chan always takes a little while to find what she's looking for, Akemi-san. You may as well look around while she does so." Hitomi sighed in good-natured exasperation. Homura shook her head, mostly uninterested. "That’s fine. Well, we can't just leave her; she's not that slow…"

Madoka giggled. "She really knows what Kamijou-san likes, all right."

Hitomi nodded. "I'm honestly a little jealous of Sayaka-chan for it. It's nice to see her face light up like that..." She stared off into space for a moment before refocusing on the conversation at hand. "But, it leaves us here with not much to do." Homura initially assumed that she was referring to Kyoko, which was probably accurate, but the wording left room for a possible crush on Sayaka. The love triangle that had sent Sayaka spiraling downwards might have became more complicated, what with the hermaphrodite hormones and single gender relationships. She would have to draw out more information, and quickly.

Oblivious to Homura's machinations, Hitomi shrugged. "How about a quickie?" If Homura had been drinking anything, she would have spit it out in comical fashion. As it was, she merely stared blankly at the green-haired girl, her careful plotting completely interrupted.

"Eh, sure! Just as long as Homura is alright with it." Madoka said cheerily. Homura couldn't decide which of the two futanari to stare at, so she just kinda stared at the ground. It would probably take her quite some time to get used to all the wanton sexuality thrown everywhere. Even though she really should have expected something like this, the dark haired girl was incredibly taken aback at the suggestion. At the same time though, she couldn't deny the appeal the idea had...