Homura doesn’t have to worry about that - they’ve been expected.

Homura could really make any kind of decision, one of the maids paused for a moment before veering outside, quickly running over to the three of them. She was fairly short in stature and had a round, dimpled face, giving her a childlike appearance that was only partially offset by her huge tits and cock that, of course, were bared for the whole world to see. Her maid uniform was cut almost to the point of being just a corset with how minimal the skirt and … breast cup portions were, with stockings that went up all the way to her mid-thigh. More important than all of that, however, was the shining ring on her finger - the girl’s Soul Gem.

The magical maid skidded to a stop in front of them, waving wildly. “Hey! Mami-chan! And this must be the new - new girls? Reina-san said there’d only be one, though...” She practically bounced back and forth between looking at Madoka and Homura, sizing them up. Due to her constant state of energy and motion, this girl’s chest was undergoing some very interesting motions that Homura’s sex-addled brain couldn’t help but be ensnared by.

It looked like Mami wasn’t so distracted, as she moved to intercept the other girl. “Hey, Suzuki-san - ” she began, before getting cut off by the energetic girl making a big pout.

“We’re friends, right! Call me Kanami-chan!”

“... Kanami-chan, sorry.” Mami continued.

“It’s no big deal! You always forget, anyways. But I’ll just remind you until you remember!” Kanami grinned widely, but then almost immediately sobered up, assuming a serious expression. “You’d better hurry up, though. Reina sounded really serious about it - she even dropped out of work early for this. Come on, we’ve been waiting for you!”

Tanaka Reina. Remember? She’s the coven leader I was telling you about. Mami helpfully supplied, preempting Homura’s question even as they were being led into the building proper.

Oh. Thanks.

Sanae ushered them through the decently sized cafe, leading them through the maze of tables, roaming maid waitresses, and piles of people fucking with ease. They had made it through to the back and were headed up a flight of stairs tucked away in the back corner of the restaurant when Homura realized something. “Wait,” she said, looking at the green-haired girl. “I thought we were supposed to get here at five, and it’s like four now. How did you know we were coming?” Sanae just ignored her question in favor of pointing them at the door, ushering them in with a quick “Hurry! It’s important!” Mami had already headed in due to the girl’s persistent requests, but Madoka was hanging at the door waiting for her, and walked into the room alongside Homura. Stepping into the room, Homura found herself face to face with maybe ten other women, all of them looking at her expectantly. Scanning the room, she didn’t see any familiar faces, but that was to be - the magical girl’s blood ran cold as she recognized the girl sitting at the opposite end of the table.

“Hello, Akemi-san. We’ve been… expecting you.”

“Mikuni Oriko.” Homura’s old nemesis sat there, gazing at her with an enigmatic smile on her face. Homura’s eyes narrowed intently, and she just barely restrained herself from doing anything rash. The other people in the room clearly could sense the tension that the meeting had, and were glancing worriedly back and forth between the two younger girls.

“Have, uh, have you met before?” A more mature woman sitting next to her asked, visibly tense.

“I’m sure she can tell you that we have not had the most… pleasant of encounters before.” Oriko shifted in her seat, leaning more towards the table. “However, I have faith that we will be able to cooperate in this matter.”

_Besides, while you have met me before, I don’t believe that I have met you, though. Do you understand? _Oriko’s voice echoed inside her head.

Homura stared at the other girl, slowly processing the situation. She still wanted nothing to do with the girl, instinct and memory screaming at her to put a bullet through her smug little face right then and there, but there were far too many people right there to attack someone who hadn’t made a move yet, apart from her typical obfuscating nonsense. Besides, she knew. While the extent of her knowledge was still up in the air it was undeniable that Oriko had figured out that Homura had in fact met a different Oriko.

“...I suppose.” Homura replied to both Oriko’s spoken and unspoken question. It didn’t mean that she had to like the girl, though. Her decidedly cold answer didn’t seem to really convince anyone, but the tense atmosphere did dissipate a little.

“Excellent. Akemi-san, I would like you to remember that despite our earlier conflict, we possess the same goal at the moment - to protect those close to us. I am willing to forgive your sins should you do the same with mine.” Not trusting herself to say anything helpful, Homura slowly nodded instead. The heiress smiled slightly, folding her hands together in front of her chest. We should talk later. I believe we have a lot to discuss.

Now that the initial shock had worn off, Homura took a second to observe her erstwhile(?) enemy. Mikuni Oriko was always good at projecting an air of smug superiority, that upper-class looking down on you aura of nigh-untouchability; evidently she still could even while wearing practically nothing at all, just her school’s cravat crossed in front of her prodigious breasts. From Homura’s very limited sample size of the people she remembered, it looked like relative breast size was still maintained, which meant that Oriko was just a little smaller than Mami sitting next to her, who was still looking quite worried about the whole situation and was exchanging glances with Madoka every so often. Of course, that meant that both of her breasts were almost as big as her head, resting on the table even when she was nearly sitting upright. Apart from the cravat, she was wearing a little red cloth around her waist that flared out along the side of her thighs, looking like a skirt that had the front and back to emphasize her cock and ass. Her platinum-ish hair, like always, was done to the side in a ponytail that was probably posh and fashionable in Mitakihara’s upper class, and her blue eyes cooly matched Homura’s appraising glance. Objectively, Oriko was probably quite attractive if you were into the aristocratic look, with the sort of face that went on campaign posters and in period dramas. Homura’s tastes ran towards the cuter side (and the pink-haired side and the wearing ribbons side and the too nice for her own good side), but she did look quite pretty. Although, it wasn’t like Homura had actually met someone that could be called ugly.

The woman next to Oriko began talking, interrupting Homura’s little examining of Oriko and breaking the momentary awkward silence that had fallen over the group. “So… Anyways, if you’re all good, we can get started.” She glanced again at Homura, and then cleared her throat. “Well, we’re the Mitakihara coven’s leadership, I guess. I’m Tanaka Reina, and I do all the things where we need someone to sign forms with fancy calligraphy, or sometimes to stand around looking important. There’s my wife Kumiko, who handles the magical side of things, maintaining the telepathic arrays we’ve got and cataloguing potentially useful powers.” The brown-haired woman to her right smiled and waved. “These three are Akiyama Kurenai, Mamiya Kaguya, and Furuya Echizen; they do our accounting, records keeping, number crunching, and such.” More nodding and short little “Hello”s from the named people. There’s Sawada Natsuki, who’s our wraith expert, and there’s Ishikawa Yuuko, who does fighting. Lastly, we have Mikuni Oriko who Akemi-san is, um, familiar with; she can see some of the future so she’s really useful for this kind of planning deal. Normally, we’d do something to welcome you, like a party or an orgy or something, but from what we’ve heard this is pretty serious, so I’d like to skip all that until we can get a better idea of what’s going on. Now, Tomoe-san here has told us a little about it, but since you’re here you might as well give us your account of last night, um, Akemi-san.” Her little introductory spiel over, Tanaka sat back, ceding the floor to the time traveler.

“Well, there isn’t much to say - there were wraiths, I killed them, I dragged some people out of the way, I killed more wraiths, I found Kana- Madoka-chan being attacked by a group of wraiths including a different, stronger wraith, and then I killed them too. There were … 53 of them, covering an area of around a dozen blocks.” Homura shrugged slightly, trying to convey the relative difficulty she’d had with them.

Natsuki raised an eyebrow in concern. “More than fifty? That’s, like, more than there have been the past year in the entire country - hell, that’s more than we got all of the last year. What kind of shit is going down?” While Yuuko glanced at her with a hissed “Language!”, it seemed like the general sentiment was shared among the little council, little murmurs and worried looks being shared.

“Kaname Madoka - ” Almost as one, the room immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at the familiar alien who had just strolled through the door and spoke. Homura instinctively prepared her transformation mentally, but didn’t follow through as she recognized the (suspiciously humanoid) alien. Oriko, of course sat there with the same smug look as always. Stupid precognitives.

Kyubey continued, heedless of the shock she’d caused. “Kaname Madoka is an almost unprecedented potential, capable of reshaping the fabric of the universe if she so chooses. It’s likely that her presence is responsible for the vastly increased density of the miasma, and therefore for the corresponding increase in wraith presence.”

Madoka looked somewhat uncomfortable at the attention Kyubey’s proclamation had given her, but mustered up the courage to wave meekly at the room. “Um, I don’t really, ah, get the whole potential thing, but hi, I guess?”

“Well, at least we know what’s going on here.” Natsuki muttered. “So, what you’re saying is that every wraith in the entire goddamn solar system is gonna be on this kid’s ass for the rest of time?”

“I highly doubt that they will pay any attention to her posterior. Likely they will just kill her.” Kyubey added incredibly unhelpfully.

“Well, the solution to this is pretty simple, right? We just have Akemi-san stay with her and kill all of them. If she can kill fifty at a time, doing that should be simple enough, right?” Kurenai said, completely ignoring Kyubey’s overly literal analysis.

Echizen sighed. “Yeah, but they’re not gonna show up with advance warn- oh.” Oriko waved her hand airily in reminder of her powers, smiling smugly. “Still, even so. There’s no guarantee that there isn’t gonna be anything new that she can’t deal with, or that suddenly a hundred won’t show up instead, or maybe we will just get unlucky, even if we know ahead of time. This is not a sustainable solution.”

“Plus we can’t just shove all the problem onto a middle schooler and wipe our hands. We are the adults here, you know.” Kumiko lightly rebuked Kurenai, who flushed a bit at the gaffe but nodded.

“Well, what is gonna work long term? I mean, even if she contracts, she’s still gonna be a veritable beacon, and nothing is really gonna change that. Unless you can use it to be a super powerful magical girl? I mean, Homura-chan can kill 50 wraiths at a time, and she isn’t a world changer, I wouldn’t guees. How the hell did that happen, anyways?” Natsuki replied, drumming her fingers on the table.

Homura was lost for a reply, but as usual Kyubey had a believable half-truth at the ready. “Akemi Homura has unique circumstances and abilities that make her exceptionally strong in combat. While a hypothetical contracted Kaname Madoka would be much stronger than the average magical girl, she would still face the same limitations that you all face, and therefore is less suited for the task of general combat.”

The room was quiet for a bit, digesting the information and waiting for Kyubey to elaborate. When she didn’t, Reina took the initiative again, prodding for more details. “So… Akemi-san doesn’t have our limitations, whatever they are?” She looked at the schoolgirl trio, directing the question at them since Kyubey seemed to be done helping.

Homura stood up, deciding that a demonstration would be more effective than an explanation. In a flash of purple magic, Homura’s strips of uniform dissolved into motes of white light, replaced with her still-unchanged magical girl uniform, which like before was way too tight on Homura’s newly curvaceous body. This time, however, she wasn’t faced with Madoka’s imminent demise, so she could actually do something about it. After some deliberation, she materialized her shield, displaying it to the table, then reached inside and grabbed a combat knife from her inventory. Raising the knife to her chest, Homura cut open her top down the middle; that wasn’t enough, however, so she carefully sliced a large hole and let her breasts hang free. “Little, uh, experimental.” Homura muttered as she slashed up her skirt, letting her constrained penis free. “Not designed for me, I guess. Some glitch.” One more precise circular cut, and her wet vagina was exposed to the cool air.

After her display of impromptu tailoring, Homura fielded a fair amount of questions from the assortment of magical … women. The shield could hold essentially an infinite amount of items, yes - here, Homura quickly figured out a somewhat believable lie - a huge assortment of weaponry had came with the shield, but she’d need some more eventually, especially if there were more esoteric wraiths that had resistances to bog-standard bullets. She’d acquired some “residual memories” along with the weapons, giving her extensive experience with the weapons. (Homura left out the fact that the memories were actually hers, and were acquired at great cost.) Just shooting the wraiths was enough to kill them, although it took several bullets through the head. (At this, Yuuko muttered to herself about how “they” should have believed her) She didn’t actually know how resilient they were to body shots, since she had only headshot them. She didn’t have any real offensive powers; they were utility based, disabling her opponents so she could sit there and shoot at them. She could maintain active combat for hours, potentially, depending on her emotional state. Her Soul Gem was special, accumulating Grief as she expended magic rather than the other way around as the magical girls of this world did. Mami chimed in here, saying that Homura generated quite a bit of Grief, her capacity for it was much higher than Mami’s, and that they could harvest it the normal way, which is how she’d figured all that out. The Grief was useable normally afterwards - apparently, Mami was able to practice with her ribbons after Homura had left. (On Kyouko, it seemed.) Problem was, if Homura had any significant buildup of Grief, it’d take way more than just one magical girl, as Mami was pretty close to topping off on magic.

At this point, it’d been a little more than an hour and a half, and while they’d gone over a lot of information it didn’t help the problem at hand. Their only real plan was to have Homura sit on top of Madoka forever and have her there to respond instantly whenever anything happens. While Homura definitely approved of that strategy, it wasn’t very robust. When asked, Reina just shrugged and said that was bound to happen. “Look, we’re **** to improvise here. We’ll get you weapons when you need them, we’ll try to do some research, we’ll get you in touch with people, and we’ll drain your Soul Gem. Logistics and whatnot. But we’re really out of our depth here with the whole fighting, you know?” she said, a slightly guilty tone to her voice. “Damn, you kids shouldn’t have to deal with this... ” Natsuki grumbled, then sighed, waving at Reina to continue. She shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to say, really. I’m sure something’s gonna come up, but it’s been a while of just sitting where Akemi-san talks to us and the rest of you just sit there. You girls should probably leave us now, honestly. If we need you we can always relay you or pester Kyubey or something. Kumiko-chan will set it up for you; she’s got your trace already.” She waved the three of them off, and it seemed like that was the end of their involvement. The room broke down into a couple different hushed conversations, all of them about things that seemed outside Homura’s realm of usefulness.

The magical girl stood up, stretched, and sighed in relief, feeling a little drained from all that social interaction. Closing her eyes and shaking her head to revitalize herself, Homura reopened them to find Madoka, looking at her with a slightly worried expression. Mami, on the other hand, looked pale and shaky, eyes downcast with… guilt, Homura thought she saw. Or possibly fear.

“Are you going to be alright, Homura-chan? I mean, you shouldn’t have to do all this stuff for me…” Madoka asked, hands kind of entwined behind her back in a bashful manner.

“No, no, no, it’s not a hassle at all!” Homura said with probably too much emotion in her voice. “You’re my, uh, friend, all right? Besides, this is like, exactly what I wished for, so I’m the best person to do this. The only.”

The pink haired girl smiled at that, but the smile felt fragile. “... Okay, I suppose. But, uh, if there’s anything I can do, you know...” At that Homura nodded, but her reply was interrupted by a small, subdued “Ahem” coming from behind. She turned around to find Oriko smiling slightly in that smug self-assured manner that she had. “Hello, Akemi-san. I believe that we have much to discuss.” She turned to face Madoka and Mami, and bowed a little. “My apologies, but I will have to borrow your friend for a moment.”

“Oh. Er, yeah.” Mami said, still looking a little pale. “But, umm...”

“I have no doubt that Akemi-san appreciates your concern, but I can assure you that I have no desire to harm her in any way, and even if I did I have almost no possible avenue of doing so.” Mami was about to object, but Oriko spun around and began walking off, clearly done with the conversation. after a short pause and a hopefully encouraging glance at the other two, Homura followed her out the door.

Oriko lead her out of the cafe and into a small alleyway, where she turned around to face Homura after checking no one was there. Here, then. She thought. Let’s talk about you and me, Akemi-san.

What do you know? Homura asked.

As a matter of fact? Nothing. As well founded speculation? A good deal. Homura waited patiently for her to continue, not willing to let her just get away with an answer like that. A week ago, I saw only a relatively stable timeline. The effects of actions were predictable, and deviating from the course laid out was essentially impossible, at least to my eyes. However, that changed in the course of the past two days, where two remarkable things happened. The first is that all of a sudden, visions of the next week, the next month, and so forth started shifting from what they had remained as, revealing entirely new possibilities. The second was that the Incubators were surprised at something, and rapidly shifted their attention elsewhere - to you, I assume, given their knowledge of your abilities. The third and fourth are the existence of you, a magical girl completely unlike anything we’ve seen before, and the potential of Kaname Madoka, a girl who until this point was never mentioned by anyone. The final one, of course, is the wraith attack. Of these, the occurrence with least precedent was your emergence from nowhere as a highly trained combat magical girl. So, assuming it was you were the cause of this phenomenon, it was only logical to conclude that you through some method shifted the timeline, intentionally or not, and as a result placed it into a state of flux.

...And how did you discover that we had met before in particular?

Oriko chuckled at that. Well, you just told me, didn’t you? Or at least, confirmed it for me. Anyways, a blind woman would have been able to tell you wanted to kill me, Akemi-san, and since we hadn’t met before that moment, I figured I’d done something to you to attract your ire.

Something, yes. Homura’s eyes narrowed.

Do not tell me. Regardless of what I may have done in your past, I am interested in helping you now, and that is what matters now.

Enough had changed that it wasn’t an awful assumption, but there’d had been too much bad blood between the two for Homura to really forgive her just like that. Well. I hope you’re telling the truth.

If I am lying, you can kill me yourself. In fact, something tells me you already have, hmm? Homura didn’t respond to that, which probably told Oriko everything she needed to know. _Well, if that’s settled, then I suppose we are basically done with our little meeting. Ah, this is certainly fortuitous timing. _Oriko closed her eyes, seemingly bracing herself.

What do you-

What Oriko meant soon became abundantly clear, as Homura spotted a blur of familiar movement behind the other girl. Knowing what was about to happen, she simply watched as the heiress was tackle-hugged by one Kure Kirika, naked and covered in semen. As Kirika squeezed and rubbed herself all over Oriko, she was hugged back by the girl in her embrace, Oriko with a seemingly more genuine smile on her face. The seer was finally extricated from Kirika’s **** grasp, a new coating of cum applied all over her body and a couple of messy kisses laid over the general top area of her body.

“Hi.” Kirika said understatedly. Oriko laughed, a surprisingly clear and undignified sound, and gave her a couple pats on the head.

“Hello, Kirika-chan. I’m just finishing up this meeting with my, ah, acquaintance. Akemi-san, this is Kure Kirika, although I’m sure you’ve seen her with me before.” Homura merely nodded, bowing a little in greeting.

Kirika peered at Homura for a bit, then shrugged and waved. “Hey! I don’t really know about you, but Oriko is friends with you so you must be cool!”

Homura was somewhat bemused at Kirika’s simplistic worldview. “Uh, okay, thanks?”

With that, Kirika seemingly was satisfied, and she lost interest in Homura and turned back to Oriko with a barrage of questions. “Are you done with your meeting yet? How did it go? Were they still boring? Did you have sex with anyone besides me?”

“Ah, can you wait with the questions until we get back? I’ve just got some business to finish up, alright?” Kirika nodded eagerly at that, no doubt willing to do anything the heiress asked. Oriko turned her attention back to Homura, gazing intently at her. _You have a great many choices to make in the coming days, Akemi-san. I cannot give you advice on most of them, as I cannot know which options will lead to which future when I am not the one making the decisions. But I will say this: I have not seen a single possibility where Kaname Madoka does not contract with the Incubator. Now, granted, I also have not seen many things that logically should be possible - her ****, for instance - but it should be safe to assume that it will be incredibly hard, if not outright impossible, to keep her from making the contract. I must assume that that is one of your priorities, given the … rather spirited reaction I foresaw, but there is a distinct possibility that there is nothing you can do to stop her. _She then shrugged her shoulders, almost in defeat. Of course, I have not seen terribly many futures, and the broadened range of possibility means that nothing is inconceivable. In any case, if you are in need of me my door is open to you, Akemi-san. I assume you know where I live, correct?

Yes. She’d been there many times, and had killed Oriko as many times. As it turned out, being able to see a timestop bullet **** coming didn’t do much to help you avoid it.

Then that’s it from me. Goodbye, and remember you have more allies than you think. With that, Oriko turned to leave, Kirika bounding up besides her and regaling her with what she’d done that day. For her part, Homura mulled over their strange one-sided conversation. She was still thinking about it when she walked back to the cafe, brushing off Madoka and Mami’s concerns. The seer’s words played again and again in her head even as the three of them fell into an awkward silence.

Finally, Mami spoke up. “Ah, well… I’d better head back… Kyouko-chan’s alone in my apartment, and I don’t want her to wreck the place. You know, right?”

“Y... yeah, Tomoe-sempai.” Madoka said apprehensively. “Uh, if you want to go that’s fine; I’ll be safe with Homura-chan.”

“Yeah. Safe. Stay safe. Okay, going.” Mami muttered jerkily.

Just like that, Mami strode off (way faster than she normally walked, Homura noticed), and it was just the two of them again. The seasoned veteran Mami cracking under the pressure seemed strange in Homura’s eyes, but here she was basically a fresh magical girl.

“...So, now what?” Madoka asked. “I mean, they said we should stay together, right, so we should do something now?”

Choices, Homura thought again, pursing her lips slightly. It was funny how the possibility of Altering the Timeline Forever (and the threat of wraith hordes appearing out of nowhere) made even “What are we going to do tonight?” seem like a monumental decision.