Might as well blow off some steam.

Homura kept looking at the ground as she debated internally about whether to accept the threesome. Finally, her monstrous sex drive won out over all other considerations, and Homura capitulated to her lust. "Yes," Homura practically whispered, head still downcast.

"Alright, I suppose that settles it," Hitomi said, "do you want to just do it here, or should we head to the lounge?"

Madoka, like always, had other people in mind first. "The back room’s probably better. Someone might need the headphones to try music out, and we don’t want to distract them, right?" she reasoned. Homura merely nodded her assent, too embarrassed to say anything.

The three futanari headed to the back of the store. Along the way, Hitomi tapped Sayaka on her back, pointing out their destination. Sayaka nodded. "I'll meet up with you guys later. Don’t blow all your loads too early, ok?" she said before the selection of CDs.

The back room was separated from the rest of the store by a relatively thick metal wall. Homura opened the door to reveal an incredibly cum-stained room. Every surface was coated a layer of off-white that Homura had become incredibly familiar with over the last two days. The one thing that was mostly untouched was a smaller hallway probably leading to the offices and storerooms. The room smelled strongly of sex as well, the heady scent making Homura's mouth water and her dick and pussy wet.

Noticing Homura's shock, Madoka explained. "Every business is required to provide access to one of these rooms. The problem with publicly fucking is that the cum and stuff gets everywhere. Plus, it's kinda distracting, and sometimes makes really big orgies, which are fun but also really bad for actually selling stuff. So, if you’re getting a little too horny they can redirect you to the lounge so you can have sex at your own pleasure while out of the way. Walls are soundproofed too so you don't need to worry too much about people hearing you either." It made about as much sense as anything else did in this timeline.

While Madoka explained the intricacies of designing stores around oversized futanari libidos, Hitomi was busy removing her clothes. "We are quite lucky today. Nobody's here at all," she said, peeling off her pussy patch. She tied her uniform into a kind of fabric ball, slid that into her school bag, then put it in one of the cubbyholes. Madoka was already joining her, and Homura followed suit, although she was noticeably slower than the other two. The three of them were soon standing there naked.

Madoka's body, of course, she was well familiar with, but now she was in a position to pay attention rather than just grab on and start thrusting. Everything about her felt soft and inviting. Her pillowy boobs were relatively restrained in their movement, with pointy nipples and pink areolae. They seemed like they had real weight to them, especially on Madoka's smaller frame. Madoka's slender arms were currently crossed under them and pushing them up just a tad, her smooth hands holding her sides in anticipation. Her torso, waist, hips and legs were relatively skinny, which served to make her erect penis stand out even more. It was a little shorter than Homura's cock at twelve and a bit inches, and was slightly thinner as well. If the word "cute" could apply to foot-long phalluses, Homura somehow felt that Madoka's qualified. The heavy balls beneath looked to fill an entire handful. Her ass was relatively small, but that was in comparison to the sex monsters (especially Homura herself) that populated this world; it still was nice and ample in Homura's eyes. Apart from that, she was the same Madoka that Homura remembered, full of cheer and happiness. The pink-haired futanari smiled at her as she finished her inspection, drawing out a little blush.

Hitomi was somehow elegant even standing there stark naked. Her large breasts seemed a little firmer than Madoka's soft pair, coming together at the ends and swaying from side to side whenever she moved. They created a natural titfuck window, a fact which she must have used to great effect in the past. Through a quirk of good genetics, Hitomi's body assumed the idealized hourglass shape naturally, with a slender waist and wide, childbearing hips - almost as wide as Homura’s own, even. The streamlined shape drew Homura's attention to her throbbing foot long cock, which seemed a little thicker than the other specimens that she had seen. Hitomi was absentmindedly stroking it, her dainty little hands seeming a poor match for her thick rod of flesh. Her balls also seemed a little bigger than normal sized, although from the angle she couldn't see exactly how big they were. Her pussy was dripping quite a bit, the secretions running down her thick inner thigh. Behind the thighs, Homura could see her ass from the front, which said a lot about its size. In general, Hitomi seemed a little more fleshy, curvy, and sexually mature than Madoka, who somehow maintained an aura of innocence even as she used her body in decidedly lewd fashion. Like, for example, teasing Homura about her sexual inexperience contrasting with her libido.

"Like what you see?" Madoka teased, lifting her balls to reveal her pussy and shaking the rest of her body around to cause jiggling. Homura flushed, which was rapidly becoming her default state. She should really attempt to control that. Madoka giggled, but then schooled her face again. "Seriously, though, are you sure about this?" The pink-haired girl looked somewhat worriedly at her. "You don't really seem comfortable with all of this."

Homura had made up her mind, and it was hard to dissuade her once she had done so. "I- I'll be fine, Madoka-chan." She fought her blush down and calmed her features. "... I want this too."

"Okay." Hitomi stopped masturbating, precum dripping from her penis. She raised a cum-stained finger to her chin in thought. "How shall we proceed?"

Madoka clapped her hands together. "Oh, I have an idea! You just sit down and spread your legs, cause you're so eager. Homura, you come here, and I'll show you some of the techniques you can use." Hitomi slowly sat down, spreading her legs and giving the two others easy access to her pulsating cock. Madoka got to her knees in front of her, and Homura joined her on the cum-stained ground. The pink-haired girl motioned towards her, pointing at their classmate's dripping cock. "Here, let's practice oral first. Go on, give it a lick, just like you did with me." Madoka stuck out her tongue, running it along the side and paying special attention to the sticky head. "Juuust like that." Applying her own tongue to the fleshy rod, Homura tried to imitate the swirls that her more experienced counterpart was making. Hitomi's precum was just as delicious as all of the other cum she had had from both herself and Madoka, and she ate up all of the obvious droplets on her side of the penis right away.

Hitomi hummed in quiet pleasure as the two girls worked her penis. "Hey, Akemi-san, you don't need - ahhh - to imitate Madoka-chan exactly, you know. Something like - " Homura licked the ridge of the head in her quest for precum, interrupting Hitomi by inducing a long moan. "-that." Hitomi continued breathily. Encouraged by her success, Homura made longer and more vigorous strokes on the penis head with her tongue. Next to her, Madoka began leaving kisses along the length, moving from the balls up. Homura met up with her at the top of Hitomi's penis, and she received a deliciously cum-flavored kiss from her. They french kissed around the tip, lathering it with warm saliva. From the way Hitomi's moans increased in volume, she must be quite close. Madoka winked at her, and after a brief moment to work out the meaning Homura nodded her head, ready to follow her lead. As one, they moved to suck on the tip, suckling on it forcefully. Hitomi cried out, covering her friends in hot sticky cum and adding her own contribution to the layer of sperm on the floor. Madoka immediately moved to lick it off of Homura, and she shuddered as her hot tongue ran over her face. Hitomi had recovered from her orgasm, and moved over to Homura to join in. The two of them fished out all of the cum from her collarbone area, and then moved down towards her breasts. Homura shuddered as the two other futanari lapped at her sensitive boobs, leaving them wet and glistening in the air. As Madoka kissed her nipple, drawing a little bit of milk and coaxing out a moan, Hitomi moved her hands onto Madoka's body, scooping up the jizz. She cupped her hands and proffered her own cum to Homura. The time traveler licked the makeshift bowl clean, enjoying the salty flavor. She then turned on her crush, returning the favor by licking her clean as well. Hitomi sat back and watched as Homura finished her cat bath of Madoka, who shivered happily at the attention.

"You girls look like you're getting along nicely." It was Sayaka, who had finished up her business and had stripped while they were preoccupied with eating up Hitomi's mess. The trio stood up to greet her, and Homura took a moment to examine her in-depth as well. In a word, Sayaka's body was perky. Her breasts bounced and jiggled around like they were fleshy basketballs attached to her body. The erect nipples capping off them poked out more than average, having some height to them. Her penis exhibited the same kind of flopping around as her breasts, the 14 inches slapping against of her body as she walked. The problem of movement was exacerbated by Sayaka's habit of making exaggerated motions, which simply shook up things even more. Homura vaguely wondered if drinking from the blue haired girl's breasts would constitute a milkshake. Her balls bounced around enough that Homura could periodically see Sayaka's gaping pussy behind it. Sayaka walked forward to put her bag on a shelf, and as she went Homura could see her stretched asshole in between her huge ass cheeks as well. It seemed that Sayaka was a glutton for punishment, which fit her powerset perfectly well. That is, if she would once again wish to heal the violinist's hand.

Sayaka swung around to face the trio, shaking up all her assets yet again. "Hey, thanks for waiting for me!" She did a quick little bow, causing her breasts to go in all sorts of appealing directions. Madoka waved her over, and Sayaka joined them in their little circle on the ground. "You keeping up with these semen demons, transfer student?" she said as she sat down. Homura supposed so, which was somewhat of a worrying sign of her newfound sexuality. The dark haired futa nodded slowly in response. "Well, let's kick it up a notch then. Let's see what kinda stuff you're made of!"

Sayaka grinned rakishly, then with a quick move forward pressed her body against Homura's tightly, smushing their breasts together. With a thrust of her hips, their penises met as well, lining up. The sensation of their cocks throbbing against each other in unison was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and she let out a long gasp. They were joined by the other two in short order, and Homura shivered at the stimulation. Not content with merely creating some kind of dick bouquet, Sayaka began thrusting her hips, sliding in and out. By some unspoken accord, the other girls started moving at different times, creating a dynamic where their thrusts acted like a cycle. Their penises were slightly misaligned, what with Madoka's being 2 whole inches shorter than Sayaka, but 2 inches off of 14 still added up to more than enough cock to play with. (Madoka giggled a little at the sight. "Well, I hope you guys are fine with my meager foot long dick…" she said with good humor.) The ample precum their motions were creating enabled them to start moving faster and faster, and Homura could feel pressure building up in her still sensitive loins. She hung along the edge for a little longer, bucking her hips wildly, only to be sent careening off of it when Madoka squeezed the bundle of penises together forcefully with both hands. She moaned, splattering the underside of their breasts and their stomachs with hot sticky fluid. While the pink-haired futanari began stroking their penises in a cupping motion, the other two began groping beneath the solid circle of titflesh, trying to score a snack of sperm. For her part, Homura simply panted heavily, trying to recover even as Madoka continued her ****, pressing the crowns of the four dicks against each other even as they thrusted.

Meanwhile, Sayaka cupped the underside of her right boob, scraping off some of the cum, and Homura let out a moan of pleasure at the stimulation. She fed some of it to Madoka, teasingly insinuating something about Homura's cum being her favorite because girlfriends or something, but her words were made unintelligible by the many gasps and moans, and they were a little preoccupied by the ongoing quadruple handjob and dick-rubbing combination to really respond in any way. On Sayaka's right, Hitomi had finished her meal, licking her fingers dry. Her wet hands dove in for the balls, caressing each heavy sack sequentially and touching lightly on the most sensitive parts. Homura was feeling very overwhelmed at the multitude of sensations her brain was receiving from her sexual organs; she blanked out a little when Madoka's fingers brushed against her glans. Unlike the other three, her hands weren't doing much, and she felt distantly guilty. She tried to finger some of their dripping twats, but the angle was such that Homura's arms weren't quite long enough to reach anyone but herself. She settled for stroking the bundle of penises alongside Madoka, running her fingers along their shafts and tracing out the thick veins. At some point, their dicks had synchronized in their throbbing, sliding against one another faster and faster albeit slightly out of time due to the variation in size. Homura raised her voice in pure pleasure, and the others added their own cries to the chorus. The quartet of moaning futanari somehow found the strength to speed up their motions, breasts breaking free and bouncing up and down against one another.

After what felt like an eternity, Homura came explosively, the twitching of her cock and balls setting off everyone else in the huddle as well. Not having the strength to press forward as tightly, she fell back; the others reacted in much the same way, resulting in everyone being lathered in four flavors of potent sperm. Homura almost thought that the licking process involved would be enough to set them off again and that they'd be stuck in an endless loop of eating their own sperm, but it seemed like the other girls had other ideas, focusing on their female sexes for the time being.

"Ahh, I forgot how nice frotting could be sometimes..." Hitomi sighed happily. Frotting, was it? Quite a strange name for a sex act. "But, I need some penetrative action right now."

Madoka's eyes opened in realization. "Ah, pills! Wait up you guys." She ran over to a small dispenser and came back bearing four familiar tablets. The shorter girl then popped all four into her mouth before kiss-feeding Hitomi, Sayaka, and Homura, one at a time. Homura thought that she had lingered a little bit on her kiss, but it might have just been her imagination. She washed the pill down with some of the more annoying loads on her face, and exhaled quickly.

"Hey, hey, I know. I'm really good about that, Madoka, you don't have to be my mom here."

"Just in case you forgot, you know? No reason not to." Homura had actually forgotten, so she was really glad that she wouldn't end up carrying Hitomi's child or something. Madoka, though… Best not to think about that now, really.

"So then, how are we going to go about this now?" Hitomi asked.

"Three dicks, three holes," Sayaka pointed out. "Sounds good to me. We can rotate."

"I, uh, don't know if I could handle all that at once." She was slowly growing more comfortable with the idea of being a massive slut, but her mind was still catching up to her body here. "Maybe just one..."

"Well, that's fine... Hmm, how about anal? I dunno if you've done it before, unless maybe you did it in the trance, but it's pretty easy." Madoka looked concerned, yes, but she also looked fairly eager to fuck Homura in the butt.

"In fairness, what you do after your erection doesn't really… count? Hakase-sensei told me that I spent like fifteen minutes just trying to stick my dick into a faucet because I thought it was hot, apparently, and she had to pull me off since I might have trapped my penis in there, and I was cumming too much and might have broke it. But it's not like I have a faucet fetish now or anything."

"Hitomi-chan's right, but at the same time it's not like you really need practice or anything. Just stick the dick in, your body will figure it out. Trust me, I know this from… experience." Sayaka winked with that last word, putting some extra emphasis on it.

"Mmm… okay, I suppose. I'll have to try it at some point anyways." At a certain point, she felt like some girl was just gonna come up and stick her dick in there, judging by what she'd seen basically all day. She had some protection as the new girl and as a sickly person, but sooner or later she'd definitely just get fucked. Might as well have the first time be with someone she actually knew. (Well, and who she was… very close with.)

Madoka beamed at that. "Okay! I'll be as gentle as you need."

"Damn, girl, you're getting the first crack at the ass the whole class was worshiping!" Sayaka whistled. "Careful, Madoka-chan, you might get your dick lost in there."

"I'm sure Homura-chan will let my penis out if I ask nicely." Madoka tilted her head and smiled widely, then looked back at the pair being somewhat left out questioningly. Hitomi nodded and Sayaka shrugged, both seemingly alright with the idea. The three of them exchanged a significant look, but Homura was a little too preoccupied with mentally preparing herself to think about what it meant.

Homura's mentor in all things sex sat on the ground in a familiar pose, legs spread wide open, penis fully erect and pointing skyward. She looked at the dark-haired girl expectantly. Homura grabbed her tightly, locking into a tight embrace, then looked down at the fleshy rod that she was going to impale herself on. Slowly, painstakingly, Homura sat down on the thing, gasping as her anus was stretched out bit by bit. It was admittedly slightly uncomfortable at first, but she had done much worse things to herself, and the discomfort was balanced by the wonderful feeling of being so filled. Soon enough, the entire length was buried within her.

Madoka gasped a little as Homura hilted all the way. As Homura began the laborious process of moving back up, she pulled backwards, speeding up the process. Soon, they had reached a steady pace, oscillating in unison. Homura's breasts bounced up and down merrily, scraping against Madoka's nipples on the downswing and coaxing out a little fluid each time. Her own cock slid in and out of the very bottom of Madoka's sperm-covered cleavage with each thrust. Out of the corner of her eye Homura spotted Sayaka railing Hitomi doggy style, but couldn't muster the attention span required to keep track of them too. Madoka's cock quivered deep inside of her, and she let out a gasp indicating that she was on the edge of orgasming. The pain of having such a large cock in her had gone away, leaving only a warmth that spread out from her core. She closed her eyes, and then clenched her walls around Madoka's length, which set her off. She stopped pounding and gasped loudly as her cock shot its heavy load into Homura's anus, who made a half wail, half moan from the sensations. Madoka slumped backwards, catching her breath a little, and cum dripped down along her shaft. After not too long, however, she was ready to go again, and slotted herself back in.

"Hey, can you turn yourself around?" Madoka probably had some evil lewd plan, but Homura acquiesced anyways. She didn't want to take herself off of her cock, so she kind of awkwardly spun around while bobbing up and down to face Sayaka and Hitomi, cum leaking out of the latter's vagina. A pair of hands reached around from behind her, grabbing onto her nipples and pinching a little. "Here you go. Drink up!" she said. The two girls each claimed one of her oversized mammaries for their own. Sayaka went straight for the nipple, suckling like a newborn, whereas Hitomi was content to run her tongue around for a little, lapping at the sensitive flesh. Soon enough, though, she joined her blue-haired classmate in the task of wringing all of the milk out of Homura's heavy boobs. The magical girl was so preoccupied by the two futanari drinking up that she nearly forgot about the third, whose penis was still embedded deep inside her. Madoka's hands grabbed her hips and she started moving again, sending shudders throughout her body and shaking up her tits and ass. In truth, she couldn't tell which was shaking more, nor could she tell which she enjoyed more, but rather understandably the cock inside of her demanded full attention.

As the thrusts increased in **** and frequency, Sayaka and Hitomi stopped their dual **** on Homura's chest with wet pops, getting up from their kneeling positions. They put their dicks in front of her face instead, the throbbing lengths looking delicious to the raven-haired girl's sex-addled mind. She grabbed one with each hand, pumping them as hard as she could manage. She turned her head, sucking on Hitomi's cock for a little while, and then switched her mouth to Sayaka's and pumping Hitomi with her hand instead. Madoka pressed her body against Homura's back as she reamed her, breasts pressed in and hot breath coming in short gasps against the small of her back. Her hands left Homura's hips and attacked her cock instead, giving her a handjob from behind. Homura was quite frankly overwhelmed, eyes rolling back into their sockets at the stimulation. She gave up on the blowjob, simply forming fists around the cocks around her. The standing girls were more than happy to help out, thrusting into the holes that the hands made, and making out messily above her head. Madoka's body quivered against hers, and she prepared for one final thrust. She slammed home a final time, but at a new angle, hitting an incredibly sensitive part that Homura had no idea she even had. The two came as one, moaning together as their balls pumped out another load. Homura released more cum than she had ever before, coating a large area on the floor. She felt another large rope of cum join the first deep inside, coating her walls in fresh, virile semen. Above her, the blue and green duo sped up their own thrusting, wanting to join their friends in post-orgasm bliss. With a pair of powerful calls they came onto Homura's waiting face and upper body. There was no way she could possibly catch it all with her mouth, but she tried anyways. After she had drunk her fill, she slumped back into Madoka, who flailed a little before catching her. Homura laughed quietly, embarrassed, and Madoka held her tightly. Homura leaned back into the soft body behind her, closing her eyes and sighing.

Her short rest was rudely interrupted by Sayaka, who still had a lustful gleam in her eyes. "Come on, transfer student. It ain't over, not by a long shot." She articulated the last words in a sensual way that sent shivers down her spine. Next to her, Hitomi looked a little calmer, but her panting and heaving tits belied her desire for yet more. Homura's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned around to look at the girl she was using as a body pillow. Madoka had the good grace to sheepishly look at the ground, but Homura could tell by the way her body tensed underneath her that she was in agreement. The worst part about it was that she herself was raring to fuck some more. Sayaka nearly dove onto her, and they continued.

After that, Homura's world was a whirlwind of flesh, sex, and pleasure, lasting for roughly a couple of seconds or maybe forever. She knew vaguely what they'd done, but it was as if she were merely watching herself fuck and be fucked like a futanari possessed. As expected, her ass was definitely a focus, both Sayaka and Hitomi immediately fucking her there almost as soon as Madoka pulled her penis out. In contrast to Madoka, who was fairly gentle about ramming a foot of dick all the way up Homura's ass, both Hitomi and Sayaka were rougher about it. Hitomi was just a little more forceful, comparable to the magical girl's worked out pace with the dildos back at home, but Sayaka had just straight up slammed her entire length up without any preamble and kept up that pace for the entire time. She'd grabbed onto her ass really tightly, fingers sinking into Homura's ass cheeks and just pounded away at it, even though there was a ton of give with how much ass there was to play with. The sexual novice had no real idea whether anal was supposed to feel good for the recipient, but it certainly felt great as a futanari, each of the thrusts plunging deep inside of her and sending ripples throughout her body, the ones hitting that special core drawing out spurt after spurt after spurt of hot semen from her penis. The two girls not currently fucking Homura in the ass generally were still focused on the black haired girl, smothering her face with their breasts, rubbing their dicks on Homura's own set of tits, and generally contributing to the coat of cum that she'd acquired, whether coaxing out some more layers from Homura's dick or by making additions of their own.

That wasn't to say that fucking Homura in the butt was the sole activity; the other three were more than happy to get as good as they gave. After they'd filled her up with 4 loads, they were starting to run into some space issues with all that cum; even though Sayaka and Hitomi had pulled out and sprayed her back instead, the sheer size of their cumshots meant that there was too much sperm to realistically fit anything in there without unreasonably distending her stomach (and with how much her cavities stretched to accommodate their oversized dicks, that was really saying something). The focus shifted from there to the other futanari one by one, albeit with slightly less time spent on each one. After she'd given the time traveler the introduction to anal, Madoka decided that she also should show what it felt like on the other hand, "to help you better use that amazing ass of yours." Thus, Homura had been the back third of a "spitroast", Sayaka providing the dick in her mouth and the left out Hitomi kneeling on the ground to service Madoka's cock. Anal sex wasn't terribly different from vaginal, with the main difference being that anal was a little tighter and a lot less wet, but the core sensation of being enveloped in warm throbbing flesh was still the same. Now that she was the one penetrating, she recognized the lubricating effect of the cum coating her cock, doing a lot to let her thrust as fast as she wanted without it hurting. Hitomi, on the other hand, had just asked the three of them to stand around her "for practice", staying on the ground and working on the three dicks presented to her with her hands, breasts, and mouth. She very much enjoyed the three of them jacking off on her, judging by the way her pussy was dripping as she did it. Sayaka, on the other hand… well, she kind of just spread her own asshole and demanded that they all fucked it at the same time. If people's asses were normally tight, adding another 2 foot long dicks exacerbated the issue extremely, enough that none of them could individually fuck her without carrying the others along. It was a fairly big issue positionally, requiring Madoka and Homura to squish poor(?) Hitomi's body pretty severely just to get their hips into a decent fucking position Homura could barely handle a single dick fucking her, let alone 3, but Sayaka seemed to be taking it in relative stride. Although, her eyes had rolled up and she was mumbling incoherent noises of pleasure every time the three of them thrust as one, actually even matching the three loads with three of her own.

The next thing Homura consciously was aware of, she was laying on the ground, Hitomi besides her, absolutely covered in warm liquid. She shifted to the side, feeling a warm leg beneath her. Looking up, her eyes met Madoka's; the pink haired girl was supporting the two of them with her thighs. Sayaka was at the closet area, hobbling around for their clothes. Her ass was probably still sore from the brutalization her friends had given her - apparently, even futanari had their limits. She looked at the mess they had made, and exhaled from the exertion. She wasn't sure how much of it was her body being practically built to fuck all day and how much of it was the practice that the three more experienced girls gave her, but the time traveler was quickly becoming fairly skilled sexually, able to keep up in their foursome with minimal trouble. Her breath still tasted like their delicious cum, and she was dripping from basically anywhere.

Madoka sighed happily. "Shower time?" she asked, although the answer was pretty obvious. Homura rose from her comfortable seat in Madoka's lap, aching pleasantly in her groin and chest areas. Of course, her cock had defied all laws of biology and common sense, and was still hard as steel. To be honest, she probably could have kept going, which was an extremely scary thought after she had already came 15 or so times in the last… it had to have been at least an hour, right? Homura sighed, and shook herself off, cum flying all over the place. She looked up to see everyone else getting up and stretching as well.

They left the lounge behind them still naked, carrying their clothes. The receptionist at the music store proper noticed them leaving, and handed Sayaka a stack of records. "Cum again!" she said with a wink. Sayaka laughed at the joke, chest heaving in time to her breaths. With an assurance that they would, they left the store behind them, still dripping a little.

Thankfully, there were showers basically everywhere, taking the place of the female restroom in the old timelines. (A fringe benefit of hermaphroditism: being able to use urinals. It saved a good bit of time and effort.) Homura was worried that the others would start masturbating in the shower, being somewhat tempted herself, but it seemed like the others had had their fill as well. They washed the cum off with practiced ease, then filed into a specialized drying chamber, which resembled an airport security scanner somewhat and dried them off with warm air blasts like a hair dryer. Homura followed suit, and was surprised at how quick and effective the whole process was. She felt almost completely clean, the one little snag being that cum was still dripping onto her legs from the huge loads she had taken. They had really broken in all of her holes quite well, given that she was basically a virgin that morning. Or maybe they had started out broken in, Homura didn't know and didn't really care.

The four futanari put their uniforms on, returning to their state of nominal dress. Hitomi stretched her arms in front of her, letting out a contented sigh.

"Alright, now what?" Sayaka asked, energetic as usual. "You guys want to go shopping some more?"

"Mmmm, I think I'll have to pass on this one. I have to write an application." Hitomi turned down the offer, looking somewhat downcast at having to leave.

Madoka smiled at her. "That's fine. See you later, then!" The three remaining waved at her, and she waved back as she walked off. The pink haired girl turned back towards her two friends. "I think it might be a good time to split up?"

Sayaka shrugged. "Sure, I guess I can go see Kyoko-chan then."

Madoka nodded. "Ah, she's getting out soon, right?" Homura came to a start at the words, shocked.

"Yeah, her arm's almost done! I gotta hit her up and give her one last gift in the hospital. Kinda like a getting well gift, you know?" The gears in Homura's head began to turn. Kyosuke was no longer crippled for life, just temporarily. What the hell had changed? Would Sayaka still end up contracting? Had anything else relevant to their contracts changed at all?

As Homura mused, Sayaka left as well for the hospital. She absentmindedly waved along with Madoka, preoccupied by the dilemma she was faced with.

A thought occurred to her. Madoka had wished for everyone to be happy. Homura had assumed that it was solely the retroactive transformation into hermaphrodites, but of course Madoka wouldn't settle for that. Of course, her mysterious ring might have affected her in some fashion, but Homura believed that Madoka's essentially kind nature would still shine through. Did she have enough karmic power to really create utopia, just like that? Homura doubted it, but it could be possible. Even if she had, Kyosuke still had been impaired for some time, so it obviously wasn't perfect. But, it was still feasible that she had improved life for everyone in some way. It was also possible the butterfly effect was responsible, altering Kyosuke's actions in some way. In any case, Homura needed more information, and she needed it badly.

Looking up, she noticed that Madoka was looking at her, a concerned expression on her face. "Is something wrong?"

"Ahhh… no, not really, thanks. Just was surprised by something."

Madoka didn't look like she believed her, but let it go anyways. "Mmmm, if you say so. I guess I'll go home now; it's almost dinner time. Do you have something to do now too? Ah, if you don't, you can come with me, if that's alright with you..." she trailed off, embarrassed.