Just going back to her new home.

Of course, Homura immediately went to head back to Madoka’s side after her visit to the coven. Even disregarding their rather simple plan, there wasn’t really anywhere else to be. She lived with her, she shared classes with her, and she also was head over heels in love with her. If she wasn’t with Madoka, then… well, realistically speaking she’d be in the thick of some orgy in a park or something, but she wouldn’t be enjoying it nearly as much.

Instead, she was in the middle of an orgy half a block away from the subway station with Madoka right next to her. Somehow she’d managed to slip through the crowded subway stations and onto one of the few no-sex cars, but of course she couldn’t avoid it forever without using her magic, which didn’t seem particularly wise. She had finally gotten caught by a particularly grabby set of futas who hadn’t even stopped to ask before pulling her into the orgy, a cock sliding all the way into her pussy in a matter of moments. Somehow, Madoka had managed to find her among the throng of writhing futas, but that just meant that she too was pulled into the orgy.

Now, they were side by side as they were fucked by all the girls around them. Despite the fact that their only interactions were their clasped hands and the almost entirely overpowered sound of Madoka’s voice crying out in pleasure, she inexplicably felt better about the whole scenario just knowing that she was right there. Not like she wasn’t enjoying the dicks thrusting inside her pussy and ass and the expert ministrations someone was giving Homura’s cock with her breasts and mouth, but there was a more emotional satisfaction at knowing that they were together.

But they didn’t have all day to fully indulge themselves in the orgy in front of them, as much as Homura would really like to. With a grunt she focused herself, trying to bring both herself and the penises inside of her to an orgasm quickly and efficiently. Really, she should have made to leave immediately, but her body pretty much refused to let the dicks inside of her leave without getting at least one cumshot from them. Without exchanging a word or even a glance with her mystery lovers, Homura started shifting her pace in a way that communicated that she just wanted to cum and go, and they picked up the pace too, the titjob-blowjob giver sticking Homura’s length as deep as it could go past her large breasts and the penis inside of her started thrusting at a breakneck speed.

And with that, their involvement in the orgy came to an end. As if they were connected, the two dicks inside of her holes fired off their huge loads, and Homura passed the favor along to the girl sucking her cock, stuffing her mouth with sticky semen as well. Most of them were all getting off at the same time based on their shared futa instincts, which meant that when Homura squeezed out of the orgy she met up with Madoka doing the exact same thing.

They put some distance between them and anyone else who might also want to pull them into an orgy, but thankfully none of the other groups of fucking people were quite as aggressive as the one that had ensnared them for a bit. Madoka had gotten a kiss blown at her from someone passing by, but she’d just smiled and hurried on with Homura in tow. The magical girl breathed a smile of relief, although she also couldn’t stop herself from being a little disappointed.

“Haaaa…” Madoka sighed, licking up some more sperm that was easily accessible. “Sorry about that. It’s really quite impolite of them to pull people into their orgies…” Impolite was one way to put it, but Homura supposed that the notion of consent was very different for people whose bodies practically demanded to be fucked constantly. She'd already seen several people start getting blowjobs and the like from random people while they were in the middle of talking several times, and it had only been a couple days. More to the point, she supposed, Homura was barely even phased by it at this point, and it had only been a couple days since she’d entered this world. Granted those days had been some of the most eventful days of her life, but she was still mostly fine with getting randomly grabbed and reamed by two thick cocks now.

While Homura considered whether there was some subconscious mental effect to her transformation or if she was just so goddamn horny that she didn’t care as long as it got her off, they made it back to Madoka’s place, her very sparse collection of stuff already at the door. “Are you sure that’s everything?” Tomoyo asked, looking a little concerned.

“Yes. Thank you for getting my stuff,” Homura said with a bow. Even with the robot she had gotten for free with the place or something, Homura’s belongings had basically amounted to her school bag and uniform, the bag of stuff she had got from the hospital, and the things that had came with the apartment. It really put into perspective how much clothing contributed to personal belongings.

“Alright,” Madoka’s mama said, shaking her head. “It makes sense, but… If you want, we can go shopping sometimes. We can get you some things that you can call your own.

“Umm…” Homura had quite a few things she claimed as hers, but they were all stored in the weapon inside of her soul and were probably more deadly than what Tomoyo had in mind. That being said, it was still nice. “That would be good, thank you.”

“Just be aware that Mom might keep us there a lot longer than we plan to be there,” Madoka said sheepishly. “Last time she got stuck in a two hundred person orgy and we bought way too many chairs because we were there for so long.”

Homura was pretty sure that the Madokas from the previous timelines had also had way too many chairs, but that was too silly-sounding of an excuse to not be true. Probably. "I'm sure we can find something to do if that happens."

"Sure, sure. Let's talk about this later - I don't want to keep you too long. Um, Madoka, once you're done with homework and the like, do you want to help me get milk for Tacchan? Oh, and Akemi-chan too, I suppose."

With an "Oh, sure!" from Madoka, Tomoyo waved them off, and the two of them went upstairs to Madoka's room. ... Now that she was thinking about it, she really did have a ton of chairs, huh? Homura sat down in one of them, trying to ignore the lingering scent of semen. Even though she had contributed heavily to it last night…

"Homura-chan, do you need any help with the homework?" Madoka asked her now that she was comfortably in her chair. "Or I guess the question is if you have any homework yet.”

“Um, no, I don’t think I’m responsible for any current assignments yet. They gave me a packet of summer homework to catch up on, but they kind of just said I could finish it whenever this month.”

“I see, I see… Do you want to try and tackle it together? I don’t have much to do at the moment.”

Homura had to remind herself that that was almost certainly going to lead to her slipping up somehow, because it really sounded attractive. “Umm… no thanks. You’ve already done enough for me, so…”

Unfortunately, that was probably the exact worst thing she could have said to Madoka. “No, no, it's fine!" she said with a very faint hint of desperation, detectable only because of the amount of time she'd spent observing her.

"No, well, I mean," Homura said very elegantly in a bid to buy time to find an excuse. "I just… you'd be spending a lot of time, because, yeah."

"Ah..." Madoka said, and while Homura felt bad that Madoka had a palpable look of guilt on her face she also was relieved that she didn't have to constantly second guess herself to figure out how much she should know. There were definitely gaps in her knowledge where they shouldn't be, so she was definitely going to need to do some studying just to figure out how well she should be performing. Thankfully, she was able to imply that she was embarrassed about how much catching up she needed to do, but it probably wasn't a permanent solution either. "Well, maybe when you catch up some, we can work on homework together?"

"Yeah, sure," she said way too quickly in response. And with that, the conversation died as Madoka pulled out her school stuff from her bag, then put it on her desk. Homura merely watched as Madoka put her workbook on her desk, then turned on her computer, then folded up - no, that wasn't a keyboard. With practiced ease, she pulled out three tubes one by one, then attached them to her nipples and penis. To protect her workbook from fluids, Homura realized. That definitely seemed like a constant problem, and one that she only now realized mostly prevented her from working on her own. Did she get anything like that from the hospital? Maybe it was one of the things she thought looked like a sex toy.

“Oh, do you need a spare milker?” Madoka asked from her desk. “There should be one in the bin, or maybe downstairs.” Homura started digging through Madoka’s collection of sex toys (that was a very weird sentence to be thinking) and eventually pulled out one that looked like it could be called a milker, a trio of plastic tubes feeding into a central hub that stored fluid. There were still some streaks of white in the tubes, which Homura tried not to think about too hard.

The two worked in fairly awkward silence together, Madoka mostly respecting Homura’s desires to work on her own and Homura trying really hard to focus while the milker slowly buzzed around her nipples and her cock, easing the pressure on her but adding tension of a different kind. Was it really better to work like this? Homura had to imagine that it was so given that Madoka had a couple just lying around, but… To Homura at least it was quite distracting, and she had to focus very, very hard to not just throw herself at Madoka whenever the other girl audibly came into her desk contraption.

The subject matter wasn’t really helping matters either. Homura was trying to familiarize herself with the new human body, and as it turned out that was pretty thoroughly sexualized. She took some small comfort in the fact that they had just as little idea what was going on as Homura did; the chapters dealing specifically with humans specifically stated in their introductions that to the best of their knowledge, none of what they did on a daily basis should be physically possible. The textbook listed out a big list of humanity’s totally unique properties and the laws that they broke, and each and every one of them had something to do with sex. It was giving her some pretty insistent reminders that she hadn’t had sex in almost thirty minutes and that was getting to be too much, which she was alleviating a little by thrusting aimlessly into her dick sucker.

Eventually, Homura had… perhaps not a great idea, but at least a vague awareness of the common sense about futa biology, as little sense as it actually made. It definitely raised certain questions about how her magical body would interact with all of it, but she definitely wasn’t immune to it, as her currently cumming dick could attest to. Someone with more interest in that kind of thing would probably be very keen on trying to map societal phenomena to biological underpinnings or something, but Homura just wanted to not blow her cover as easily. She sighed, closing her textbook and trying very hard not to focus on the sounds of Madoka masturbating behind her. It was a counterproductive measure, but she had to try anyway.

As she was trying to figure out what (if anything) to say, a knock came at the door, and Madoka’s mom peeked into the room. “Hey, girls,” she said. “You want some food, or are you good just on your own?”

“Eh - uhhhh!” Madoka was about to respond, but her cock going off interrupted her, another thick load of semen travelling down the tube. “Um… I think we should eat some real food rather than just cum and milk. What do you think, Homura-chan?” Despite still looking a little awkward about the whole thing, Madoka clearly looked like she would very much like her to agree.

“Umm…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep Junko from jumping your bones if you don’t want it,” Tomoyo laughed. “I know she can be a bit much sometimes.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that,” Homura said.

For her words, she was immediately rewarded with the sight of Madoka beaming. “Great! My mom grows the best tomatoes - almost restaurant quality, even. If you’re gonna be part of our family, you have to try it out.”

“Sounds great.” Part of their family… it still felt a little too good to be true, and she almost wanted to just spill the beans entirely and just … have a relationship with Madoka, ignoring everything else. But Homura had been distancing herself from Madoka for her own good for years now. Little things like having sex with her constantly wouldn’t break her resolve to save her.