No, Meduka.

Immediately, Homura blurted out a "No!", and Madoka flinched again from the vehemence in the magical girl's words and the sudden intensity in her eyes. Noticing that she was scaring the girl, Homura toned it down a little, still emotional but more in control. She took a long breath. "No. That won't be necessary. I can protect them, myself."

"That'll be so dangerous though! Will you be okay?" the pink haired girl said, looking torn between something. Of course, Madoka was worried about everyone but herself.

"I'll be fine. Trust me." Even to her own ears, it sounded a little too hurried, unnatural. "I wasn't in any danger at all."

"Without the constraints of having to rescue civilians, Akemi-san is very efficient and reliable in wraith hunting." Kyubey added in her own analysis. "However, attempting to clear miasmas and protect non-combatants simultaneously will be difficult without a larger number of magical girls."

"There are enough other magical girls. I won't be doing this alone." Kyubey closed her eyes, apparently content with that response. Madoka, however, just kind of looked at the ground, still looking concerned. Not because she had nearly died, no, that wasn't a big deal, but because Homura might be put into danger saving her.

"I..." Madoka looked lost for words. Her shoulders slumped down, defeated. Homura stood there, unsure of what to do. Did she try and comfort her? Did she try and scare her off? Or did she just do nothing at all? The silence hung over them like the miasma Homura had just dispelled.

Finally, she stepped forwards, enveloping Madoka in a light, impromptu hug. She didn't say anything as Madoka flinched a little, and then relaxed into the embrace. For Homura, the role of comforter was really not something she was comfortable with, but she tried not to be as awkward as she felt (especially with that Incubator watching). Homura studiously avoided mentioning the droplets of moisture hitting her magical girl uniform, letting Madoka at least retain the appearance of calmness.

After a short while, Madoka had went back to normal, or as normal as it got after nearly dying. "Th- thank you for that. I was so scared…"

"Don't worry about it. It's my job." Homura said, then immediately regretted it. That made her look really callous, didn't it? Madoka seemed to understand her real meaning, though, attempting a smile. It looked pretty shaky, but it was genuine.

"... We'd better find your parents then." Usually, people who woke up from the barrier were totally fine, if a little suggestible. Madoka, of course, didn't know that, and returned to her worried state.

"D-do you think they'll be fine?"

Kyubey piped up. "Wraiths will choose to feed on normal humans, which renders them **** but is mostly non-lethal until an hour's time. Only in the case of magically sensitive individuals will they resort to damaging attacks. They are also drawn to them first, as potential threats."

Madoka visibly relaxed, although her brow was furrowed at the information. "So… they'll come for me first?" Kyubey nodded. The pink haired girl blanched a little. "W-Well, at least since they did that no one else got hurt, right?"

Homura made a noncommittal grunt. "Mm. Let's go." She dispelled her outfit and set off, trying to have Madoka be distracted from the situation by doing something, anything other than festering in fear and (probable) guilt. After a short pause of confusion, Madoka followed behind.

As they walked, the Incubator picked up the cubes left on the ground. When she had collected a handful of them, she gave them to Homura, instructing her to try and cleanse her Soul Gem with them. The magical girl did so, although it only went down the slightest bit. Kyubey retrieved the spent cubes and… stuffed them into her vagina one at a time, the red ring around it glowing and presumably consuming them. The sheer perversion of this world never ceased to amaze her, although she was pretty sure that Kyubey didn't care about it at all. When that was done, she disappeared, probably to fetch the rest of them.

The two of them passed by several futanari picking themselves off of the ground, groggy and confused. Madoka wanted to help them out, but there wasn't much to do; due to the late hour and the residential area all the people lived around the area. so they just ended up walking home. The police were called in, just to be safe, but Homura doubted that they'd end up having much to do other than what the two of them were already doing.

After a while of searching, Madoka and Homura spotted the former's parents, Madoka rushing up to them in equal measures worry and gratefulness. Madoka's mother (?) looked about the same as before, discounting the porn star endowments, but her father's (?) features had softened to match her femininity, looking more like the stereotypical housekeeper wife rather than the housekeeper husband Homura remembered. (Actually, how did you determine what to call your parents? Homura really couldn't imagine someone asking their parents which one of them was pregnant with you...)

They all hugged for a short while, Homura feeling both out of place in the ongoing family reunion and uncomfortably aroused. "Are you okay?" Madoka asked, and her parents looked at each other before nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine. Just some weird sleepwalking, nothing terrible. Don't you worry about us old folks." Madoka's mother said, waving her hand in mock dismissiveness. Madoka's father (although, with their respective job statuses it'd make more sense for her to be the mother and Madoka's mom to be the father instead?) simply shrugged after some deliberation, giving her assent. "Now, who's this?" Madoka's mom? dad? Junko said.

"Ahhh..." Madoka stopped to think up a plausible alibi to justify Homura's appearance this late at night. She was having trouble lying to her parents, it seemed.

Homura stepped in to assist her. "Hello, my name is Akemi Homura." She bowed just a little so that her hair didn't get in her face and her boobs didn't bounce around everywhere. "I'm a new student here. I noticed that, uh, a lot of people seemed to be in some kind of trouble here, so I went over to help them, and I met Madoka-chan here." Another Kyubey-ism, telling them a stripped-down version of the truth and letting her audience fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. Hopefully, they wouldn't question it.

"Oh, you're the 'Homura-chan' our daughter's been telling us about, I see. It's nice to meet you." Tomohisa (who probably had a different name) said, bowing a little.

"Hush, you, stop being so nice! It's our duty as parents to do a little roughing up on people who get too close to Madoka." Junko waved her finger scoldingly at her wife, and then turned to face Homura. "Now, you listen to me. If you even think about touching my sweet little daughter, I'll know, and I'll teach you a lesson." Actually, Homura had gone quite a bit farther than "touching", but she decided to keep that to herself.

"Y-You're not gonna hurt her, are you?" Madoka said, half worried and half indignant.

"Worse." The older woman's eyes lit up, and she grinned. "I'm gonna give her advice. Now, Madoka's like me, really sensitive in the g-spot, so you should aim for that."

"Moooom! Stop it!" Madoka cried out, scandalized. For her own part, Homura flushed a faint red, expecting hostility rather than sex tips.

Junko continued on, heedless of their mortification. "She also likes to make a lot of skin contact, so… Alright, alright! I'll stop, okay?" She relented as Madoka's pout increased in intensity.

"Stop bullying Homura-chan, mom!" the pink haired girl said, mustering as much righteous fury as her kind nature allowed for.

Tomohisa looked at the two of them and smiled. "Homura-chan, huh?"

Madoka whirled around at the betrayal. "Not you too, Mama!"

"Ah, it's not that, if you don't want it to be. I'm just happy that you've made another friend so quickly." Madoka's blush changed from an embarrassed one to a happy yet still embarrassed one. Her face looked about as red as Homura's felt. "Anyways, we'd better go home. Is Tacchan still sleeping?"

"Yeah, I think so." Madoka answered.

"Alright, then." Junko said. "It was good to meet you, Homura-chan. Hey, where do you live, actually? Do you need a ride?"

"I'll be fine, it's not that far." For a magical girl, anyways.

"Homura? Plea-" She stopped herself from asking… something. "Ah, uh, if you need to you can stay with us! I'd be, uh..." Madoka pressed her fingers together and looked away from everyone, but the offer had already been made. Homura was about to refuse out of hand, but she remembered Madoka clinging onto her like a lifeline, saw her panicked face in her mind's eye, and stopped herself.

"I- uh, sure. If it isn't too much trouble." Homura said. Madoka's parents exchanged significant looks, but Homura's eyes were focused more on Madoka, who looked quite relieved at her offer being accepted. Of course, she probably wasn't quite over, you know, the whole being chased by magical monsters and nearly dying thing, although the antics of her parents might have distracted her a little.

"Great!" Madoka's happiness was tempered as she remembered something. "Eh, wait; Mom, Mama, is this ok?"

"Madoka, it'd be nice if you asked us before holding a sleepover, you know." Madoka's mama gently reprimanded her. "But yes, it's fine."

"Just don't be too loud, got it?" Her mom (ugh, the terminology was still pretty confusing) chuckled again as Madoka simply sighed and Homura suddenly found the floor very interesting.

The family set off, Homura falling in alongside Madoka. As they headed to the Kaname residence, Junko asked Homura about where she had moved from, how she was finding Mitakihara to be, and about her parents. Of course, when she told them she was an orphan, she seemed quite sorry to have raised the topic, Homura's reassurances that she was doing fine on her own not doing much to assuage her.

They arrived at the house, which finally broke the silence that had fallen over them. Tomohisa (?) busied herself with preparing some hot chocolate, while Junko headed upstairs to "check on the kiddo." The teenagers simply sat at the counter, making what little small talk they could muster after the night's exhausting events. The elder woman sensed that there was something that needed discussing, so she just put the hot chocolate on the table and left the two to their own devices after advising them not to stay up too late on a weeknight.

"Uhh, Homura-chan?" She turned to look at Madoka, all the unasked questions and suppressed emotions finally bubbling to the surface. "How long have you, you know, been a magical girl?"

Homura internally debated on how much to tell her. It was inevitable that at least some of her facade would be made false, but something of this magnitude was unexpected. She was expecting to at least be able to be vaguely conceal the falsehood, but Madoka knew about her heart disease, because she hadn't hid that fact this timeline, and there hadn't been enough time in between to make a recent contract seem likely. She also had given away too much experience to return to her naive appearance. A mistake, but not an unsalvageable one.

"... Not that long." A plausible line of lies appeared to her, and she grabbed onto it. "I was sick of being so useless, stuck in that hospital bed. So, when Kyubey came to me, telling me I could help people...I made myself really good at fighting, but I still don't really know anything else." Madoka listened patiently as the words started spilling out faster and faster as Homura revealed her (hastily concocted) life story.

"I… wow, Homura-chan, you're really brave, aren't you?" The compliment made Homura feel all tingly inside, but at the same time she felt bad for deceiving her so thoroughly. "I was so scared when they showed up here… I ran and ran, but I tripped in a really bad spot, and I thought that I was really going to die…" She looked down, and shuddered a little. "But then, you showed up, and saved me, and looked really cool!" Her eyes shone a little bit. "And here, I thought I'd be able to teach you something, but it looks like you're the one helping me out instead." A sigh. "Is, a, is there anything I can do? I'd feel, you know, really guilty if you had to keep on bailing me out."

"You don't have to do anything. Gratitude is not the same thing as responsibility." It was one of those lines that she'd used again and again, typically when Sayaka went off on her despair spiral and tried to guilt Madoka into contracting, and she said the words with a practiced intensity. "I helped you, not because I expected a reward or a favor from you, but because you needed to be saved." Madoka tilted her head, pondering at the words and sipping at her hot chocolate.

Homura brought her own steaming mug to her mouth, savoring the thick and creamy flavor. It must have been made with breastmilk, because it tasted a lot better than Homura remembered, faint traces of a scent similar to Madoka's wafting to her nose. Maybe they had it bottled, or maybe Homura didn't notice Madoka's mama milking herself right in front of them. All too soon, she was done, and she got up and put the cup in the sink, as per Madoka's instructions.

It occurred to her that, apart from the wraith attack, this was the kind of thing that normal people did, going over to their friend's houses and enjoying themselves. It wasn't the kind of thing she was familiar with, but maybe, just perhaps, she'd get to learn in this odd timeline. Or they'd end up fucking like animals, cause that was probably closer to what normal people did here.

Somewhat surprisingly (and disappointingly, if Homura was being honest with herself) no wild copulation occurred, just some conversation stifled by their exhausted state. Soon enough, Homura found herself in Madoka's freakishly large bathroom, brushing her teeth with a spare toothbrush and preparing to go to bed. She finished up, mechanically rinsing without any attention paid to her movements, and then headed out for the couch.

Madoka, however, had assumed otherwise. "Hey, Homura? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to bed - oh." The pink headed girl cocked her head up at her room, looking somewhat needy. "Uh, really?"Well, they had done much more intimate things just today, but still, it somehow felt wrong to sleep with the girl. Homura deviated from her chosen course anyways, following Madoka up to the top floor where her room was. It was the same bedroom that she remembered, except in addition to the collection of stuffed animals along the bed there was a box of various sex toys, mostly pink in color. Her bed itself didn't have its quilt; a rolled blanket sat at the head of the bed, but it was going unused at the moment.

"Ahhhhh..." Madoka slipped off her skimpy school outfit in a couple quick moves, letting her breasts bounce inwards and her cock bounce outwards. Homura noticed she was staring at the pink haired girl undressing, and hurriedly returned to her own uniform, peeling the patches off of her firm nipples.

Now completely naked, Homura lay down on the bed, flopping down inelegantly. Madoka surprised her yet again with her audacity, straddling Homura's body. Every nerve cell in Homura's body chose that moment to go off, an electric intensity filling her head. Madoka looked directly into her eyes for the first time in a while, and Homura saw only warm understanding in them. "Hey, Homura-chan." This close, she couldn't do anything but stare back. "You, well, you aren't telling me the whole truth, are you? About yourself?"

Sometimes, Homura thought Madoka was too smart for her own good. "... No."

"Yeah, I thought so." The girl laying on top of her sighed, her words slow and sleepy-sounding. "It's okay, Homura. I trust you to do the right thing. Just, ahhhhh, tell me sometime, okay?"

Homura, damn her weak heart, couldn't resist, not in a hundred years. "Madoka-chan..." In lieu of words, she nodded.

Madoka smiled down at her, closing those bright eyes, and her heart fluttered again. "Thank … you..." She then snuggled on top of Homura, using her breasts as a makeshift pillow. The sudden spooning roused Homura's libido, which told her in no uncertain terms that this contact meant hardcore sex. Homura told it to shut up, cradling the already sleeping girl with her hands. She closed her eyes herself, just enjoying the human contact and Madoka's warm, comforting scent.

For the first time in forever, Homura's sleep was deep, comfortable, and effective.