Forget that, it's Sayaka time!

Sayaka was oh-so-rudely awoken from her eternal slumber of eight hours by the unending blaring of the alarm clock. She’d been having a great dream that even now was fading away from her mind, kinda like the post-orgasm haze. Well, maybe that was actually just the post-orgasm haze, what with all the cum on her chest and face, and probably pooling onto the bed as well.

Pushing her fading dreams about rescuing hot princesses from evil (but also quite hot) demons aside, Sayaka slid off the bed, shaking herself awake, then quickly launched into her morning routine: pulling her boxblocker out of her vag, licking it clean, tossing it into the bin in the closet, and then grabbing her stuff on the way to the shower. Rounding the hallway corner at top speed turned out to be a mistake, however, as the motion carried her straight into her mom coming in the other way, sending the both of them tumbling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs. “Ahh - mmmph! Sm - Sorry, sorry, did not expect you to be up this early, mama...” Sayaka mumbled, quickly extricating herself from her mother’s cleavage and bouncing to her feet.

“Well, I’m always here to support you…” Mama said, holding her head in hopefully exasperation rather than pain. “... But the literal part of that should have ended like 5 years ago. Damn, you’re strong though. Maybe your mom was a track runner, huh?” She shook her head ruefully.

Sayaka reached down, helping her mother up. In all honesty she was perfectly capable of standing up herself, but it was about the principle of the thing anyways. “Give yourself some credit, ma. My mom can’t be a track runner and a gifted writer and a master composer. Well, I suppose she could have, but then I don’t think you’d have had any trouble figuring out who she was.”

“Hey, you never know, right? You’re really a product of my entire college dorm, and we had all sorts of types there. If a village can raise a ch1ld, a village can sire one too.”

“Couldn’t you have fucked some better students, then? I could use the help right about now.”

Mama shrugged a little at that, chuckling, and then swiped some of Sayaka’s sleep-cum off of her body. “I wasn’t too worried about academic standing after 30 minutes, let alone 300. Alright, alright, run along now. I might be early but you’ve got to get a move on before Madoka-chan and Hitomi-chan ditch you.” She sauntered off back upstairs, licking her fingers as she did so.

Sayaka headed for the shower at a slightly slower pace, tossing her uniform . She sighed in bliss as the warm water hit her, washing off all that cum in a cascade of warm fuzziness down her body - not around her pussy, though, she made sure of that. Her mother had drilled Sayaka to be particularly vigilant about these sort of things. “Take it from me, it’s an amazing experience, but it’s still best to go into it fully prepared. You don’t have to, say, take part in a building-wide orgy until the pills wear off to accidentally get knocked up, you know,” she’d say. Although if it had to happen to Sayaka as well, the giant orgy would definitely be better than getting her own cum inside her pussy while she was sleeping.

Sayaka finished scrubbing her body down, gingerly moving onto her breasts. They were always a pain to do quickly, cause you had to clean so much skin, probably soaked with dried cum, and every scrub just made you hornier and hornier and hornier before you even factored in the warm water coming in. There was a very fine line to walk between not actually getting anything done and just fondling the goods, but Sayaka liked to think she was good at it. Still, though, she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a couple of moans of pleasure, and there was a cloud of horniness following her even as she dried herself off and left for the kitchen.

Did she have time to get herself off before she had to go? 25 minutes to go… probably not. Another math class where she’d be frustrated by more than just her sketchy-at-best understanding of number theory, then. Still, though, Sayaka could at least do something right now. The blue-haired futanari poured herself a bowl of cereal, then placed the bowl under her chest and started milking herself with practiced motions: massaging the flesh inwards, one hand per breast, slowly but surely circling in towards her aerolae, then pinching a bit at her nipples, then repeating the cycle over again. It wasn’t strictly speaking the most efficient way to milk herself, but Sayaka really needed some closure after all of that stimulation in the shower. And honestly, she made enough milk that the bowl was still filled in a matter of minutes anyways. Feeling a little less horny, the futanari quickly attacked her breakfast, putting back her milk almost as fast as she’d coaxed it out. Thankfully, Sayaka’s milk tended to be lighter and thinner than most girls’, meaning that she was able to drink away without much fuss.

A quick stop at the sink for the dishes, another stop at the bathroom to brush her teeth, one last goodbye with mom, and Sayaka was out the door. She took up a light jog towards school, not because she was actually that late but because she enjoyed the sensations of her breasts and dick bouncing up and down and had energy to spare. Not a lot of people were around this early in the morning, too, which meant she didn’t have to worry about slipping on puddles either.

Pulling up to their usual meeting place at the gates, Sayaka spotted a certain heiress sitting on a bench and trying to make life a little harder for morning runners, pumping her cock with her right hand and fingering her pussy with the left. “Hey! Hitomi-chan!” she called out, getting a nod from Hitomi but not drawing her focus away from masturbating. “Making some more tea, huh?”

That got her attention, although it also got an eye roll from Hitomi. “Rather than - mmph!- just making fun of me, could you get over here and help me get off?” she muttered.

“Well… you’re not making me not want to make tease you...“ Sayaka raised one hand to her chin in the classic thinking pose, but her words were betrayed by the other one going to Hitomi’s penis. Her friend soon found the right grip on Sayaka, and their conversation was replaced by a comfortable, moan-punctuated silence. Getting a handjob from Hitomi was always a treat; the girl had amazing technique, combining subtle angle changes and movement patterns in ways Sayaka didn’t really even understand but definitely appreciated. She glided across the foot-long shaft with her fingers teasingly, then she grabbed it daintily and slowly but surely stroked the length, applying pressure just often enough that Sayaka was paying acute attention, and then she did the finishing blow, stroking hard and fast along the primed length. The Miki Special, on the other hand, ignored pretty much all of that in favor of the hard and fast bit, basically just brute forcing the heiress to orgasm one fist pump at a time. Still, though, it definitely got the job done, as Hitomi’s dextrous hand missed a beat due to the small distraction of cumming her brains out, moaning and splattering all over the grou- over the transfer student’s mouth and body, the new girl doing an admirable job of swallowing as much cum as she could.

“Hey, Sayaka-chan!” Madoka cheerfully said from her position right in front of Sayaka’s cock. She could only really respond with a sharp cry of pleasure, plastering her other childhood friend with a fresh batch of baby batter. Just like Homura, she immediately got to work at eating away all the delicious cum she’d just been presented with.

“H-hey. When did you guys get here?” Sayaka said, still breathing heavily.

Madoka paused her meal to answer the question “Oh, not that long ago. We thought about getting your attention but you guys were almost finished, so we snuck up on you instead. Were really into it, though, since you didn’t even notice.”

Next to her, Homura finished up, licking her hands clean in an almost catlike fashion. “G-good morning.” she said, nodding her head a little bit. She said it in a matter-of-fact tone that was slightly marred by the obvious lust in her voice that she didn’t quite manage to catch.

Sayaka was a little suspicious of the transfer student - there was something off about her. Even if she’d spent her entire life in that hospital with her first erection being denied, there was no right for her to be so new to sex. Hell, the nurses spent half their time fucking the patients - Sayaka had volunteered herself for the job many a time while visiting Kyouko, although never in the cardio section. And the way she had already managed to slide in so close with Madoka… That couldn’t have been normal, right? Was she actually a secret agent, raised in some government facility and trained from birth to be the ultimate assassin? Although even shady anime-esque governments would have at least taken her virginity. (A virgin! The girl could have probably had half the school eating off of her dick if she had the personality for it, and she was still a virgin! Locking that body up with either the world’s biggest prude or the world’s most fragile heart would have been incredibly tragic.) Or maybe she was the demon coming for the fair (and hot) princess Madoka...

Hitomi, ignorant of Sayaka’s wild theorizing, nodded at the two newcomers. “Madoka-chan, Akemi-san, morning. Did you meet up before getting here?” she asked.

Madoka shook her head earnestly. “Akemi-san is staying with us for a bit now, so we went to school together. She’s an orphan, and well, we got along really well, so, you know.” Sayaka stared in disbelief. Already? She did know that the two of them had went off together the day before, but… It wasn’t that uncommon, really, but most of the time it happened over months, not 2 days.

Hitomi nodded in understanding. “I see… Well, Akemi-san, be sure to enjoy her mama’s cooking. It’s really amazing. We’d all only want to go over to her place for sleepovers just for it, you know?”

“But Hitomi-chan, we all wanted to go to your place because it’s basically a manor! Your bedroom is bigger than my living room, for crying out loud. Sayaka-chan usually chose your place to stay so we had room to play with, and also because we could hear my parents fucking all night. Right? … Hey, Sayaka-chan!”

Madoka’s direct callout shook Sayaka out of the little daze she’d been stuck in for a bit, finally returning to reality after the casual little bomb that the pink haired puffball had dropped on them. “Hey, Madoka, not fair! You can’t pass the buck to me in this, cause now when I pick you guys are gonna start a war over it! Or maybe I’ll just feel bad about not siding with one of you, you know.” Sayaka waved her hands in the air, wildly gesticulating to demonstrate the ferocity of the oncoming battle. Well, she also wasn’t paying terribly much attention to the conversation, so she couldn’t really pick a choice.

“... the Trojan War?” The transfer student murmured, evidently unsure about herself.

Sayaka blinked, surprised that she had gotten the reference. Another bit of weirdness, or just a nerdy kid in a hospital bed? There were a bunch of books and stuff for the k1ds last she’d checked... “Yeah, the beginning bit, where that head goddess had to decide which of these other 3 goddesses were the fairest, so she handed off the choice to some other poor sap who kicked off that whole shebang. Honestly, Madoka, if you give me that choice you’d better send the hottest girl in the entire world to be my wife, alright?”

Hitomi shrunk away from her, covering her tits with a practiced “oh woe is me” pose. “Forsooth, I have been spurned by the judge of woman. Curse thee, Paris, and may your city be razed to the ground for your impudence!”

Sayaka whirled around at the betrayal. ”H-Hitomi, not you too! … What the heck does forsooth mean.” Hitomi shrugged, giggling slightly. Sayaka’s next diatribe was cut off by the bell ringing, fortunately for her traitorous friends. She strode off indignantly anyways, affecting her strongest pout to let Madoka and Hitomi know that they weren’t forgiven. Even facing off and walking away, though, Sayaka still noticed Madoka comforting Homura back there, and it got Sayaka worried again. That girl… she’d let anyone into her life if she felt sorry for them, Sayaka felt, and there was something off with that transfer student.

With that in mind, Sayaka spent way more time observing Homura than actually paying attention to the class. She seemed diligent enough, or at least far more diligent than the blue-haired girl usually was. Pretty good at math, though; after waiting for a couple seconds she scribbled out that one proof by contradiction in almost no time. But was it on purpose or was she just thinking… For the other subjects, she seemed appropriately crappy, stumbling over the one passage she read in English and not knowing the name of that one Soga head that they were learning about.

Still, though, there was some lingering worry which led her to ask Madoka and Hitomi to go on ahead without her, despite them usually eating together. Sayaka let her legs carry her to one of the more secluded areas of the school - not only were there no fucking girls, there weren’t even any fresh cum-stains either. She stretched her arms out, sighing, then -

Miki Sayaka. I have a proposition to discuss with you. The smooth voice rang out in her head, but at the same time there was no sound. Sayaka leapt to her feet but didn’t see anyone, not that people typically talked straight to her head anyways. She turned to see the culprit, and kind of stared in shock. Before her was… a catgirl? She definitely had 2 pairs of ears: one pair normal human, one pair white cat ears with some kind of similarly colored tail-esque things flowing out of them. Golden rings either hovered around them or were held in place by nearly invisible wires, although the fact that they were glowing made Sayaka lean towards the first option here. She was dressed quite regally in the traditional clothing of a shrine maiden or a sage, strips of white clothing artfully arrayed along her curves, although the tail poking out from the back got in the way of the ones on the back. Lastly, a visible ring was displayed along her legs and groin area, although it wasn’t quite perfect due to the current positioning on her legs. In short, Sayaka was either dealing with a wizard or a cosplayer with a thing for catgirls, body writing, and wearing a lot of clothing.

“I, uh, huh?” she got out. “Was that you?” Not very good on the speech department today, Sayaka…

Correct. The lack of blinking or really any substantial motion was a little unnerving in honestly. If not for that Sayaka would have thought that Madoka had really fetched Hera and she turned out to have been a white-haired cat-eared telepath, because goddamn she was sculpted. I am Kyubey, the Incubator. Make a contract with me, and become a magical girl!. The voice in her head was also freaky. In this case it was the cool freaky, but still…

“Uh, magical girl? Incubator? What…” Sayaka decided to focus on the more easily digestible aspects first. “Hold on, if I can hear you in your head, does that mean I can also talk to you with my head? Wait...” _Hello? Oh crap, it worked! _It was an odd sensation, like flexing a muscle Sayaka didn’t know she had. In her brain.

You may interface with me to conduct telepathy, but without my presence you will not be able to do so. Magical girls do not have any such restrictions. Kyubey tilted her head slightly, the first minor motion that she had done in quite some time.

So what’s the deal with becoming a magical girl, then? Wear a fancy skirt, pose a lot, and fight off monsters? Or maybe get captured and fucked by tentacle monsters forever?

The first statement is accurate, more or less, but to the best of our knowledge no tentacle monsters exists other than what magical girls conjure, and those are in all known cases temporary.

_Well jeez, you don’t need to sass me about it… _Sayaka mentally grumbled back to the Incubator, whatever that meant. Go on, go on. Gimme some more explanations. Expecting a youkai or whatever she was to be familiar with with modern magical girl tropes was apparently too much. Or basic Japanese.

_As a magical girl, your main duties are to save humanity from despair, which is created in physical form by sustained negative emotions. Despair if left unchecked results in the formation of wraiths, spectral beings that ensnare humans and attempt to cultivate more despair. You would be responsible for directly absorbing and purifying despair via intaking various sexual fluids and also for engaging in combat with the wraiths. In exchange, you will have one wish granted, and also the ability to channel the despair you absorb into magical energy. _It was like a textbook was being dumped into her head, jeez. At least she didn’t extend out “sexual fluids” into some long-ass phrase so Sayaka generally knew the deal: fuck a bunch of sad or stressed out chicks, kill whatever the heck wraiths were if she wasn’t whoring in the right places. A wish, though…

Uh, okay? I think I got most of that… Wait, is this time limited? Like can I wait on this wish a little, or?

You most likely have some time remaining to you, so you do not need to decide right away. However, potential tends to be fleeting in all cases except for the strongest magical girl candidates.

_Alright, so make a decision soonish… _Well, what did Sayaka really have to wish for? In all honesty, there wasn’t anything that she needed that badly. It felt wasted on her, when others could use the wish much more. I, uh. I don’t know… I don’t exactly go around imagining what I’d wish for, okay? Sayaka sighed, looking around to see if anyone else was coming to this out-of-the-way walkway. I’ll think about it, but for now I need to know more about the whole magical girl business.

Kyubey nodded a little too smoothly to be entirely natural. I have already arranged for a local magical girl to demonstrate for you. Kyouko, please come over here.

“Another new chick, huh? This one’s normal, right?”

Behind her, someone landed on the ground - was she standing on the roof, or something? Sayaka turned to see… to see… holy shit that was a huge dick.