Let Madoka take the lead.

Homura stared at Madoka, the girl who she had fallen in love with as soon as they had met. The girl who was unflaggingly kind to even the most wretched of creatures. The girl for whom she had sold her soul and her entire life.

The girl who was embracing her, next to naked. The girl who had just asked if Homura wanted to fuck her, right in the middle of the hallway.

What kind of insane world did Homura live in now? What kind of karma did she accrue in order to be faced with this kind of choice? The sheer ridiculousness of the situation ground Homura’s mental processes to a halt. She opened her mouth in an attempt to say literally anything, but nothing could come out, every relevant thought clouded by fantasies of pink-haired girls with huge tits and dicks.

Madoka noticed the internal struggle going on within Homura’s mind. “A- Akemi-san? Um, will you be ok? Did I go too far? I just wanted to –” What Madoka wanted to do would remain unknown, for Homura had made her decision. Leaning in, she kissed Madoka full on the lips, pressing their bodies together. For a split second, her eyes were wide open with shock, then she seemed to gather her wits and press back into the embrace. Homura felt her boobs leaking milk simply from the **** of compression; her cock and pussy were both rapidly lubricating themselves in preparation. The two futanari moaned as one, enjoying each other’s warmth. The kiss lasted for the longest and greatest fifteen seconds of Homura’s entire life, but she had to eventually stop to breathe. They parted, leaving a trail of saliva which hung above their heaving milky chests like a bridge.

“Let’s -hah- get that uniform -ahh- off of you.” Madoka panted out, letting go of Homura, and quickly slipped off the sashes constraining Homura’s breasts and cock, removed the sack for her balls, and peeled off the pussy patch. She then helped guide Homura’s clumsy hands do the same to her own minimalistic uniform, rendering the two of them completely naked. Homura looked away from their naked forms instinctively, and her opposite number smiled at Homura’s shyness. Gently, she nudged the raven-haired girl back towards her, and then lay on the hallway floor and spread her body tantalizingly. The magical girl froze up, unsure how to proceed. In a very real sense, she had been waiting the entire day for this moment of release. “It’s quite alright, Akemi-san,” Madoka said. “We’ll start with the basics. Just do what comes naturally to you, and I’ll guide you along.” So as to reinforce her point, the pink haired girl lifted her testicles up, revealing the wet pussy beneath.

Slowly, hesitantly, Homura straddled Madoka on the floor, aligned her solid penis with the proffered opening, and paused one last time before inserting the tip. She was blown away by the unbelievable warmth and wetness surrounding her penis, and nearly came right away. The magical futanari’s penis slowly slid in deeper and deeper, sucked in by Madoka’s pussy, until the entire twelve inches were swallowed up. Madoka let out an encouraging moan as the length reached its deepest point, nearly brushing up against Madoka’s cervix. Homura honestly would have just stopped there and enjoyed the sensation of being connected so deeply, but her body had other ideas, and she began thrusting with more and more ****. Madoka’s hands reached out behind the wildly fucking futanari, angling her into the most pleasurable configuration. The barrage of sensations proved too much, and she cried out as she shot an incredibly thick load of sperm into Madoka’s waiting pussy. Her own twat shuddered as the orgasm rolled through her body. However, the ejaculation barely even slowed the dark-haired girl, whose enthusiasm compensated for her lack of experience. Their boobs smashed into each other in time with the vigorous fucking, producing an additional layer of pleasure that soon set off the inexperienced time traveler again, who wailed with pleasure. This time, Madoka joined her, her walls trembling and contracting around Homura’s penis and her own cock blasting their already milk-stained bodies with plenty of cum. Madoka’s stomach was beginning to look visibly pregnant from all of the cum that she had taken in, but Homura soldiered on and kept at it, drenching Madoka’s pussy with one last load before the pink haired girl grabbed her by the shoulder, signaling her to stop. Homura was sweating hard and panting, but her balls still ached with what felt like gallons of sperm, ready for release. Madoka seemed much more together, but she was clearly ready for more action given the way her dick throbbed and her pussy still pulsated around her rod.

“You’re so cute when you moan like that…” Madoka said, still visibly coming off of the high of an orgasm. “But my pussy is completely filled now. I doubt we can continue like this.” Homura laboriously took her cock out of the warm depths of Madoka’s pussy, which let a slow river of cum make its way out. The sensation of the cool air excited Homura yet again. “Ahhh…. What a waste of perfectly good cum. Say, could you give me a taste of my cute little transfer student?” Homura flushed at the innocent way that she made such a lewd suggestion, before scooping some out of the dripping vagina. The pink haired futanari shuddered at the contact, but shook her head. “I’m a little spoiled, Akemi-san. My drinks have to be fresh and straight from the source.” She winked. Homura’s face reddened even further, but she spread her legs, leaving her penis sticking ramrod straight up in the air. Moving forward on her hands and knees, Madoka licked her lips as she approached. “Thanks for the meal!” she said, and enveloped the erect penis within her huge bosom. She began to expertly swirl her tongue around the ridges of Homura’s head while pumping her breasts in opposing directions along the thick penis. The dark haired futanari didn’t know that this kind of stimulation was even possible; with only a long cry as warning her dick erupted into a fountain of cum. Madoka eagerly wolfed down as much as she could before letting the rest hit her breasts and face. She then pulled Homura back into another deep kiss, this time sharing the taste of Homura’s load. It was unexpectedly delicious, so Homura was unsurprised when Madoka went back down onto her penis for another taste This time though, she just used her mouth, but steadily swallowed inch by inch until she met Homura’s balls with her chin. She then started applying pressure with her mouth, trying to squeeze out the delicious cum. Madoka was rewarded soon enough by another warm burst of baby batter straight down her gullet, and she swallowed with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

Homura finally noticed the other girl’s hands, which were stroking her own cock, and felt a surge of guilt for ignoring the needs of her crush. She leaned down and grabbed the shorter girl’s dick, marveling at its sheer presence. Madoka smiled at her before taking off her hands and leaving her cock free. “It’s all yours, Akemi-san.” She said.

Up close and personal, it seemed even larger than it really was: a long, hard, throbbing mass of flesh. Even as she inspected it with her hands, it released a long string of precum. Homura gave it an experimental taste, then quickly moved to lick up the rest. Judging from Madoka’s little gasps of pleasure, it seemed she was doing acceptably. Homura then flitted her tongue all across the foot-long length, licking it like she would a warm, meaty popsicle, and Madoka let out another small moan. Homura’s hands traveled downwards, the left cupping and caressing the large ball sack, the right toying with the still cum-filled vagina below. She then put the entire penis head into her mouth, reveling in the thick salty scent of Madoka’s cum. Slowly at first but ever surely speeding up, she began working the shaft with her mouth, bobbing up and down on its length. While she couldn’t really keep up the triple **** with any sort of coordination, it seemed Madoka was more than pleased at her efforts, and soon was crying out as she blew her load within Homura’s mouth. The sheer volume of the cum surprised her, and she had to pull off around halfway through Madoka’s orgasm, the rest splattering her body. She ate at it greedily, reveling in the taste of cum, before remembering that she had a partner too, who still looked hungry for more. Sheepishly, Homura gathered the remaining cum in her mouth before transferring it over in a sloppy kiss. Madoka looked happy anyways as she tasted the mixture of saliva and cum, savoring the taste before swallowing. “Ahhhh, here I thought I would have to teach you about these things. Soon I’ll have nothing left to teach you, and the student shall surpass the master. Hehe, I guess that’s fun too.”

She grabbed her breast ribbon again, and flipped it over to reveal a small pouch. “Have you taken the pill, Akemi-san?” In lieu of words, Homura shook her head – she wasn’t sure if she could vocalize anything at this point. In fairness, she had taken it this morning, but it was supposed to wear off soon… “You really, really should, okay! Us girls end up cumming everywhere, so you need to take protection, even if you aren’t having sex at the time, okay? Otherwise, you’d be pregnant literally all the time, and that’s kind of inconvenient. Besides,” here, her voice deepened in a clear imitation of someone else, “the pill is the most powerful contraceptive ever devised! It is the culmination of human history, science, and ingenuity, condensed into a single capsule! It is here so you aren’t fucked when you’re being fucked!” She giggled softly at her own reference as she took out the now-familiar pill in question. “Anyways, just take it. Ah, if you need something to wash it down-” Homura interrupted her by simply taking the pill dry. “Oh.”

Homura shrugged. “I… I’m used to it,” she said softly. Madoka’s smile dimmed a little at the reminder of Homura’s hospital days, but quickly reinvigorated itself.

“Aww, and here I was hoping for another cute blush when I offered you a drink!” Madoka mock pouted while hefting one of her breasts and pointing it forwards. “Oh well. This isn’t about me; it’s about you! And I think your pussy needs some action.” Again, she spread her legs, revealing her still rock-hard penis, and twitched it invitingly. Homura’s body practically accepted the offer for her, lining her slit with the cock even before she processed what Madoka had actually said. Without much preamble, she began lowering herself onto the thick rod. Homura had expected her first time to be quite painful, but the ample lubrication and apparent lack of a hymen made the process quite smooth. As it went deeper and deeper, the sensation of being so wonderfully filled nearly overwhelmed her, and she came from both sexes immediately, spraying cum wildly into the air. Her pussy came again when Madoka’s cock hilted deep within her, convulsing furiously around it. She went limp like a rag doll at the multitude of new sensations, so the pink haired girl took the lead again, lowering Homura onto the wet floor. She began the process of pulling back out. The penis ever so slowly fished its way out of Homura’s vagina, then immediately slammed back in to the depths, and Homura came again, crying out. Madoka seemed to be taking Homura’s hair-trigger orgasms in stride however, and kept on going. Homura let out an involuntary gasp every time the other futanari slid her penis all the way in, breasts heaving up and down, pussy quivering and leaking girl cum, cock flopping around wildly and spraying the two of them like a hose. She came again as Madoka’s length rubbed against her G-spot, and randomly noticed that her continued cries of pleasure were most likely disturbing some of the nearby classes. It was far too late to do anything about that however, as Madoka’s own growing moans indicated that she was nearing release as well. She grabbed onto her savior, and held tightly as if holding onto her lifeline. The two girls cried out in harmony as they came one last time, Madoka’s seed filling Homura with warmth deep within her. The pink-haired girl slumped down, laying her head on Homura’s breasts and squishing Homura pleasantly against the ground still soaked with their secretions. They cuddled like that in a companionable silence, basking in the afterglow of sex for a short while. Although the magical girl probably could have gone on for hours more, just lying back and resting wasn’t so bad either.

“Uh, hey.” Madoka suddenly stirred, raising her head and looking directly into her eyes. “I just realized I, ahhh, never actually told you my name. Heh… I’m Madoka. Kaname Madoka. Nice to meet you.” She lowered her head to indicate a bow, which sent her head back into Homura’s chest, but didn’t raise it again. The absurdity of the situation that she had found herself in struck Homura again – this girl had just fucked the shit out of her in like six different positions, but hadn’t even told her her name. She giggled softly, and then starting laughing harder and harder. The shaking of her new pillows made Madoka look up again, her face flushed with embarrassment. She blushed harder at Homura’s reaction to her social gaffe, and looked at the floor. “H-Hey, I just was trying to be nice here! I – I just got distracted, that’s all!” She pouted. “If this is the thanks I get for helping you Homura-chan, then next time I’ll make you masturbate instead!”

Homura finally calmed down, little laughs still rippling through her body. Something occurred to her as she lay there. “You called me Homura-chan,” she said.

Madoka flushed again. “Umm, if you don’t want me to then I can stop. I’m sorry for being -”

Homura continued. “… Can I call you Madoka then?” The flush on her face belied her calm tone. In response, Madoka simply hugged her again, their wet bodies sticking together for the umpteenth time. “Thank you, Madoka-chan. Thank you for everything.” The girl in question nodded happily, and closed her eyes.

Homura followed suit, waiting to drift off peacefully into a deep sleep. Then, she remembered. “Wait, aren’t we supposed to be in class?”

Madoka’s eyes opened. “Oh.” Her eyes widened as she realized. “Oh no! We need to go back!”

“What about all the stains?”

“Forget about them, janitors will deal with it! Just grab your clothes and run!”

They ran back to class, throwing their uniforms on haphazardly, and sheepishly slunk back in to class heads down. Of course, everyone knew exactly what had gone on the past thirty minutes, and relentlessly grilled the pair on, throwing out numerous questions, suggestions for further sex positions, and generally heckling the two. Sayaka in particular was making wide theatrical moves, likely joking about how her predictions had come true after all. Despite herself, Homura smiled. Maybe this world wasn’t so bad after all.

Her good mood soured a bit as she remembered her mission, but held strong. While the tribulations she had gone through were still fresh in her psyche, she felt like the burden had lightened somewhat. She remembered what she was protecting by going through all these time loops.

With renewed hope, Homura considered her options from here on.