Just settling in for now, it seems.

“So, did you girls have fun today?” Junko asked, back turned towards Homura and hands busy putting together a drink of some kind. “At the cafe and all.”

Homura paused for a minute, then threw out a non-committal “Yeah.” It wasn’t even a lie, technically, but “fun” was definitely not the word she’d use to describe the events of the past couple hours. She didn’t feel capable of saying anything more without lying, so she just sat there silently.

“That’s good.” Madoka’s mom turned around, drink in her hand and pleasant post-orgasm smile on her face. With a wet pop, she took off the pump around her cock, slung it into a opened cabinet, and casually took a seat next to Homura at the counter. “Sorry for making you wait so long, by the way. Sure you don’t need anything to drink?”

“Ah, no, that’s fine.”

“If you say so.” Junko took a swig of her cum cocktail, then turned back to Homura with a satisfied sigh. “I’m glad you seem to have made friends with my daughter so fast, though. She’s real worried about you, you know? Said she was wondering if you’d be able to handle the train ride and stuff, given that you spent all that time cooped up in the hospital.”

“O-oh.” Homura shifted slightly but uneasily in her chair.

“Guess you aren’t much for small talk, huh?.” She took another sip of her drink, then continued. “Well, I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. What kinda kid goes from stuck in bed to chatting up her friend’s mom in like a week?” Junko let out a small chuckle at that, but Homura remained stoney-faced. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t call you out here to grill you about your intentions regarding my daughter or anything, all right? Just wanted to talk a little bit. You’re doing just fine the way you are, honestly.”

“Right, sorry...” Despite her unsure words, though, Homura did in fact did feel a little better now that she wasn’t worried about Junko grilling her, shotgun on the porch “hands off my daughter” style.

“Nah, nah, my bad.” The elder woman sighed, leaning forward and propping herself up with her boobs on the counter. “Anyways. Onto business. So, Madoka-chan’s asked me if you can stay with us, ah, ‘just for now’.” That last bit was said in a clear imitation of the girl’s voice, making it evident what she really thought about that proposal. “No way we’re going to throw you out after even a week. For starters, Madoka would pout at me for [i]months[/i], and I doubt my Tomoyo would treat me much better.” She downed the rest of her drink with that one.

“A, a serious threat.” Homura murmured.

Junko looked at her with newly appraising eyes - it seemed that her weak attempt at humor was going over better than Homura had initially thought. “I knew you had it in you, kiddo!” Or perhaps she was being pitied. Heedless of Homura’s newly found misgivings, she continued on anyways. “But yeah, like I’ve been saying to my wife, I think you’re a good kid. More than that, though, I know Madoka’s a good kid, and I don’t think she’d ask for a massive favor like this for a chick she’s known for two days unless she really thought it was necessary. ‘Specially with whatever happened yesterday - that girl looked like she wanted you bolted to her. So yeah, we’d be fine with letting you shack up here. But the real question is, what do [i]you[/i] think about it?”

“She talked to me about it already. Uh, in the cafe.” Homura deliberately put most of the incentive on Madoka, trying not to make it seem like she was the scummy boyfriend manipulating poor innocent Madoka into giving her her time and care and love, or something like that. Despite that being patently untrue, Homura didn’t know exactly how much attention Junko was paying to them.

The woman in question shook her head, rising up from her perch on the table to her full height again. Although she wasn’t much taller than Homura, the magical girl was still unreasonably intimidated. “Mmm… I suppose, but, you know. My daughter has this way of pressuring you into stuff. With all the best intentions, of course, but she’ll definitely guilt trip you without even realizing it - makes it even more dangerous. But you can be honest with me, okay? I’m not gonna yell at her or anything, I just want to give you a chance to call it off if you’re having second thoughts.”

Homura shook her head no more vigorously. “No, no, she hasn’t done anything like that. I-I don’t really deserve this. I mean… all of this for me, you know? She’s too kind, really.”

Junko stretched her hands behind her back, leaning back on the stool (and giving Homura a nice view of her bare chest). “Yeah… Too kind. I can drink to that. Aight, thanks for talking to a mom with far too much time to worry about her kids.”

“Um. Aren’t you a high powered executive?”

A surprisingly girlish pout crossed the mature woman’s face. “You know what I mean, Homura-chan. So you do have a little fire in you, eh?” She chuckled, then waved away Homura with an admonition not to let her and Madoka’s “housewarming celebration” get in the way of sleep for too long.

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Fully washed and prepared up, Homura stepped into Madoka’s room for the second time this week. The girl herself was sitting at her computer, typing up a storm about something or other with her friends on some internet thing. The magical girl chose not to interrupt her, slipping in without a sound, but she closed the app and then turned back to greet her anyways. “Come here often?” Madoka winked.

“Uh. Well, I’ve only been here once.” Technically she did come here often, if “often” meant once or twice a timeline.

“Aw, you’ve came here at least like… 7 times, I’d say. In the morning a couple times, then after dinner a bunch too. Honestly, you just don’t stop coming here, really.” Something about Homura’s blank expression must have tipped the other girl how she felt about the pun, because she then affected a similar pout to her mother’s. “Come on, that was a good joke! I’ve been waiting to drop it on you all night now. Heh, come on. … That bad, huh?”

“Uh. I mean...” Homura stared blankly, trying to do something to make her feel better. “Come again?” she lamely offered.

Madoka erupted into a fit of giggles that far outstripped the reaction that such a terrible pun should realistically elicit. “Pfft… Homura-chan… Haaaaahahaha! I’m, snrk, you don’t have to do that for me...” She continued helplessly laughing. “Th- thanks for trying, though.”

“Was it really that funny.” Homura deadpanned.

“No, no, sorry… just, it was funny because it was you, do you know? You shouldn’t have to be salvaging my jokes...” She sighed, slumping down onto her desk and coming down from her fit. “Aaaaahhhh… I needed that. Thank you.”

Bemused, Homura simply nodded, then sat down on the bed, stretching. Madoka turned back to the computer, still with a little bit of a silly grin on her face, and Homura let their conversation die. Her hands made her way down to her bare snatch, which had been somewhat neglected for a while and was making its emptiness felt with a persistent heat, and Homura idly began fingering herself, slipping in a couple of exploratory fingers to caress the sensitive insides. There were sex toys a mere arm’s length away at the foot of Madoka’s oddly large bed, but in honesty Homura was content to let her instinctually-guided hands carry her to orgasm. Her left hand joined her right, brushing aside her balls to tease at and pinch the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She let herself float away, letting the sexual pleasure envelop the entirety of her being as she almost subconsciously delved deeper and deeper, carefully yet firmly rubbing against the parts of her vagina she knew from experience to be sensitive. Her breathing hitched a little, growing in intensity as she worked herself to climax, at this point vigorously pushing her fingers in and out, in and out.

It seemed that almost as quickly as she started she was finished, pleasure rolling throughout her body as the orgasm began. She shuddered, dripping pussy contracting around an imagined penis and back arching back in ecstasy. As the orgasm died down, Homura let herself fall limp onto bed, just soaking in Madoka’s scent. The girl herself was finally finishing up her chat, either unaware or unconcerned about the events going on right on her bed. With one final noise, the computer screen blinked off, and Madoka swung herself off the chair and onto the bed in one practiced move. Unfortunately, her habits probably didn’t account for the recently masturbating girl currently occupying her bed, as she found herself crashing down on top of her. Homura involuntarily let out the breath she was holding as she was suddenly joined in bed. Thankfully, the sudden impact didn’t hurt that much, Madoka being fairly light and also fairly softl. The other girl kind of squeaked in dismay and scrambled off of Homura. “Ahh! Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Homura shrugged from her position on the bed. “It’s my fault anyways; I should have told you I was there.”

“Really? Aren’t you hurt even just a little bit?” She moved closer to Homura, focusing on the areas where she’d fallen onto her..

“Not at all, no. You don’t need to concern yourself with my health. Well, physically, at least.”

“No, no. I see a bruise, I think.”

“I-”

“Hold on, Homura-chan! I got this. Learned a special technique as the Class Health Representative.” Madoka moved in, and sensually licked the “affected” area, making Homura shudder at the sensation. Finally figuring what she was up to, the magical girl lay back onto her bed. “Feeling better, Homura-chan?” she murmured, flicking her tongue over her stomach again.

“Y-” A particularly strong lick interrupted her thought process, the odd stimulation throwing her for a loop. Or perhaps she was just ticklish. “Yeah.”

“Mmmm… Seriously, though, are you really fine?” Madoka slipped a question in between licks.

“Of course. My body is pretty sturdy.”

“Wow, magical girls must be really tough. Ehhh, but this is pretty sensitive.” The “this” was Homura’s penis, which Madoka had grabbed up and was eyeing hungrily. “Lemme fix up this too...” Madoka (not so) seamlessly transitioned into a blowjob, going straight for the deepthroat with a practiced ease. The magical girl just laid back, enjoying the sensations of the other girl moaning around the footlong cock in her mouth and throat, the resulting vibrations pleasantly stimulating the entire length. Although…

“Hey - mph! Madoka,” she said. ”Let me do something too.” A “hmm” resonated around her cock, pressing the wet warmth tighter around it, before Madoka reluctantly set it loose to respond to her. Although Homura was completely fine with the titjob replacing it instead.

“Any ideas?” Madoka asked, kind of auto-pilot pillowing Homura’s saliva-wet penis.

“Mmm...” The reflective noise picked up a little huskiness as the paizuri picked up pace. “Just swing around?”

“Pretty vanilla, aren’t you?” Madoka giggled a little bit as she moved to place her penis right on top of Homura’s face. “Then again, I guess you’re too new to have figured out your fetishes.” Homura didn’t respond, partly because it was true and partly because she was busy sucking her dick. From her current supine position, it was a little tough to get all of the thick length into her mouth, but Homura compensated for the lack of deepthroating with redoubled vigor, bobbing as much as she could. It… well, oral really wasn’t orgasmically pleasurable on the giving end the same way it was on the receiving end, but there was something to be said about the sensation of wrapping her mouth around something that big and warm. And, judging from the way Madoka’s penis was angrily pulsating in her throat, Homura could at least enjoy the satisfaction of a blowjob well done.

After maybe a minute of sucking on the 6 inches of dick in her mouth, she pulled her head back onto Madoka’s pillow, meticulously bathing the girl’s glans with her tongue. She licked it almost like a popsicle, savoring the addictively heavy scent of sperm lingering on it. While Homura alternated between blowing and sucking, Madoka continued to smother Homura’s penis with her breasts, the warm tight pseudo-hole providing just enough firmness to get her off while still remaining amazingly soft. She began to slowly push her hips inwards, every thrust plunging herself deeper into the soft awaiting cleavage - deep enough, in fact, for the tip to emerge from the other end, which gave Madoka the opportunity to get back to her original blowjob. At this point, the magical girl’s whole body was tense in anticipation of her incoming orgasm, conscious application of technique giving way to animalistic fervor, sucking and thrusting with abandon.

Somehow, orgasm always remained as mind-blowing as ever. Finally pushed over the brink, Homura cried out wildly, losing herself almost entirely to the sensation of pleasure enveloping her mind, spraying one, two, three hot jets of cum onto the other girl’s body. A couple more subconscious thrusts into Madoka’s breasts ensured that they were given a coat of the sticky stuff. Her dripping pussy squeezed tightly in sympathetic reaction despite its recent stimulation, trying to wrap itself around an imaginary cock to no avail. Madoka, too, came violently from Homura’s aggressive ministration, flooding her awaiting mouth with her sweet sperm. Spent, the two girls kind of slumped limply together, taking a moment to recover, breath, and in Homura’s case eat up the still flowing cum; however, the closeness of their bodies and the limitless lust basically inherent to futanari existence meant that they were soon poised for another round.

Madoka reoriented herself on her bed, straddling Homura again and poking around exploratorily with her dick. The sight of the other girl above her - front coated and dripping with cum, face a mix of warm, possessive, and seductive, body curvaceous and thick and practically built for sex - captivated and revitalized her completely. Madoka leaned in for a deep kiss, Homura sharing some of the load still remaining in her mouth with her as she did so. Even as the two of were kissing, Madoka pushed Homura up, the magical girl spreading her legs basically on command, and then slid the first six inches of her saliva-wet cock straight in. Homura had a brief moment of anticipation before the rest was slammed home, sending a tremor rippling through her body. Madoka pressed down onto her, smushing the tip of Homura’s dick in between the crevasse that she’d just created with their breasts and just generally pressing the two of them closer together. Likewise, the black-haired girl reached around, grabbing onto the small of Madoka’s back and locking her into place, loving the warmth of their two bodies so thoroughly entwined. All this, and Madoka was still plowing into Homura, the foot and a bit of hard throbbing cock rhythmically sliding in and out every second. She even changed up the angle at times, angling herself such that each of the thrusts hit a different spot - well, they would, if Madoka’s dick wasn’t big enough that it hit all of Homura’s sensitive areas on its path towards Homura’s womb anyways. Still, though, the slightly altered paths meant that every time the main **** stimulated a different area, Madoka one moment hitting Homura’s g-spot and the next plunging as deep as she could go. Homura leaned into the hard fucking she was getting, caressing the other girl’s spine in tender fashion and eliciting a delightful shudder out of her. Or perhaps that was just the sensations the steady contracting of her uterine muscles were making, the phantom penis replaced with the pinkette’s realer (and much more pleasurable) member. Another kiss, but this time they were moaning with it, the knowledge of their shared ecstasy doing just as much as the oddly pleasurable sensation to bring them closer and closer and closer.

With one final muffled cry of pleasure, Madoka hit her breaking point, penis twitching one last time before blasting a torrent of potent sperm deep inside Homura’s waiting pussy. Even as she came, though, she continued ramming her dick forward, as if the motion would drive the cum faster and further in. Homura was driven to orgasm as well, pussy walls quivering and shuddering around the warm steel inside of her. Madoka’s grip loosened around her as the last spurts of cum entered the other girl, the magical girl stuffed to the brim with both dick and cum - looking down, actually, her stomach was distended as if she was at least a couple months pregnant from how fully she was stuffed. It… well, it was more odd than anything good or bad, although Homura imagined that there were people who really got off to it. Even though it was painless, though, the feeling weirded her out despite the blissful haze of orgasm.

“H-hey. Could you… uh...” Homura found herself a little too blissful, fumbling over the right words.

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” Madoka finally pulled out, letting the backed up cum pour out steadily onto her (their?) bed, and flopped down next to her new roommate. “Ahh, it’s getting late...” Madoka let out a little pout. “I’m still horny though… And you’ve only came once with this, huh?” she said, grabbing onto Homura’s dick in lieu of gesturing to it.

“I… ”- at this, Homura let out a small yawn, her tiredness managing to override her libido for once - “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s not like we ever stop wanting to fuck, right? Just… tomorrow, sure?”

“Well, yeah, that’s why you were masturbating on my bed. Seriously, though, did you not want to interrupt me that badly? I’ve been waiting to bone you ever since Mama called you down, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Homura snuggled up to Madoka, getting herself comfortable. “Sorry,” she murmured into Madoka’s boobs, which she’d claimed as her pillow.

“You sure you didn’t want to fuck?” Madoka asked. Homura didn’t respond, though, so she sighed a little and embraced her role as the big spoon, brushing the sleepy girl’s head affectionately. “Tomorrow, sure...”