Might as well check on the first Kyouko, now that the other one's introduced herself.

Sayaka wasn't really able to focus much that day.

Granted, school was never really the most enthralling thing, especially to someone as constantly horny as Sayaka was, but today she was facing the dual issues of wanting yet another go at Kyouko's giant penis (er, the magical girl; the violinist was stuck in the hospital and wasn't as hung) and considering if there was anything she would use her singular wish for. The whole magical girl thing definitely was leaving her reeling, even if the initial shock was completely overridden by her libido getting in the way, and the somewhat meandering explanations and answers she'd gotten from Kyouko wasn't really helping. Miracles and magic…

Honestly, it was pretty much a no-brainer for Sayaka, at least if Kyubey and Kyouko's explanations were accurate. Absorb despair by making lots of people cum on her? She did that for free already, albeit not with any kind of special plan to get as many unique people as possible. The fact that she'd be contributing to society by doing that (well, more than keeping people from being backed up already did) was just, you know, precum on the dick. And fighting every so often, well, that was more traditional magical girling, and Sayaka was real into that as well. Kyouko did say that she'd never even heard of any real fighting during her time, but in all honestly it was a minor sell.

So then, if she was pretty much set on becoming a magical girl, then the wish became priority number one to Sayaka's mind. She even thought about it while getting gangbanged during lunch, although she'd been practicing that kind of thing anyways in preparation for going for the 10-dicks-at-a-time milestone. The thing is, Sayaka just… didn't have anything to wish for, really. There wasn't exactly much that she really needed; her mom was extremely on top of things, she had close friends and was doing… well, not well, but she was staying afloat in a competitive school, and she got dicked thirty times a day and gave about as good as she got. What else really was there? What did she want badly enough to use her one and only wish on?

The question hung in her head even as she headed out of school, having excused herself from hanging out with her friends and also the transfer student with the intent of seeing Kyouko at the hospital. While it was something she would probably have done anyways, it gave her a great excuse to just have some time to herself and think. If nothing else, the other girl might have some more perspective on what it was like to want something desperately, given how close she was to never being able to play the violin. If not for the state of modern medicine... Sayaka shuddered, knowing just how much Kyouko cared about her instrument. Could that be her wish, or something like that? The idea was still nebulous in her head, but…

Even though she didn't really get anywhere, she kept spinning the wheels anyways as she made her way to the hospital, absentmindedly weaving her way through the streets and trying to not leak cum onto too many things. Try as she might, though, nothing she thought of seemed like a wish that truly resonated with her - too selfish, too useless, too weird. In fairness, it was a kind of weird question to have dumped on her, especially since Sayaka was doubtful that she'd be able to just wish all hardship away (Some prospective magical girl had to have asked about it at some point, right? It felt rude to ask, but Kyouko didn't sound like she'd wished for anything super life changing), but it still rankled at her.

When she got into the building proper, she decided to throw in the towel on figuring out a wish and try again later. It had been long enough (... almost an hour and a half, even, that rarely happened) that the constant undercurrent of lust was starting to come to a head again. It certainly didn't help that the waiting room, as usual, was a big orgy. Although she was extremely tempted, Sayaka managed to duck around the fucking group to talk with the receptionist, who by this point recognized her and waved her through without even looking up from the futa she was railing.

A short trip later and she was at Kyouko's room, a soft violin track playing as she entered the room. Already, Sayaka knew that she was in a good mood; Kyouko only really listened to violin when she was thinking about getting back to playing. Her arm was still submerged in a tub of milk and strapped to the side, but it didn't seem to be bothering her overly.

"Oh hey, Sayaka-chan." Kyouko hit the button to the left of her bed, causing the machines fucking her to slow to a very pedestrian pace. "Thanks for coming to see me."

"Hi, Kyouko." Sayaka shook off a little sudden bashfulness that came up for… reasons. "You doing well?"

"Yeah. The doctor said that my arm shouldn't take longer than a couple more weeks to heal fully, and the therapy's going really well. Still can't really have sex on my own terms because they're worried I'll strain it more, but if I can play the violin again..." Her face momentarily darkened for just a bit at the prospect of being forever unable to play her (second most) beloved instrument. "Anyways, what's up with you? Anything interesting happen in class?"

"Mmm… Ran into a girl with a sixteen inch dick today."

Kyouko's eyes widened, and she actually dialed up the autofucker a little bit at the idea. "Wow. Honestly, I'm having a little trouble believing you were able to tear yourself off of that thing long enough to come see me."

Sayaka chuckled good heartedly. "Well, you know, I doubt Saotome-sensei would have appreciated me dragging her into class with me. Oh! About class, we have a new transfer student."

"Oh? This isn't amazing dick girl, right?"

"No, no, she's much more ass-heavy. The thing's gigantic." She made a couple wide cupping hand motions, trying to visually describe the size of Homura's ass.

"Really, huh? Mmm.. When I get out of this thing, I'm going to fuck every futa in our whole school, I swear. Spent so much time here..." Kyouko sighed. "What's she like, though? You two getting along?"

"She's..." Unbidden, the word "suspicious" popped into her mind, but in all honesty that was a little unfair. "Kinda odd. Like, she was a virgin until pretty recently weird. Some kind of heart problem kept her from getting her erection or something. Might have also been on some kinda seeing sex ban too because she's confused by a lot of things." Even if it was somewhat hard to tell. "Madoka seems to get along really well with her, though."

"Really, hmm… interesting. I guess I'll meet her at some point, right? Maybe she'll come along if Madoka comes by. Ask her to sit on my face and all that jazz."

"Speaking of jazz..." Sayaka pulled the record she'd bought the other day out, and Kyouko's eyes widened.

"You spoil me too much... Thanks, Sayaka." She grabbed it with her left hand, reading the label. A good thing she did, too, because that way Kyouko couldn't see Sayaka blush.

"A-any time. Just, you know, trying to help you get back into the music mood. Do you like this composer?"

Thankfully, Kyouko took the segway, going off for a while about Paganini and her unique style (and thus not picking up on Sayaka's embarrassed state.) The two of them continued to make small talk for quite a while, but even so, Sayaka still felt the insistent undercurrent of thinking about that wish.

Eventually though, a nurse came in to whisk Kyouko off to physical therapy, and Sayaka was left to her own devices afterwards. That was fine, but she still wasn't making any headway at all about the wish. She groaned, coming down onto a nearby bench she'd passed while pacing. Geez… Maybe she should just get some dick and then head home - hospitals could always use a few eager holes, after all.

A voice sprung up in her head, distracting her from her frustration. Miss Sayaka, a word? Sayaka almost jumped before realizing what it was.

"K-" Kyubey, can you not do that? Jeez, you scared the crap out of me.

... My apologies. She didn't sound very apologetic at all. In any event, I was wondering whether you'd like to speak with any more magical girls. There are several in your school.

Well, spill. Can't hurt to get a second opinion.

Tomoe Mami, Kure Kirika, Yamada Maki, and Akemi Homura are the candidates.

At first, Sayaka didn't put two and two together, but the implication of the last name sunk in soon enough, and Sayaka was dumbfounded. Did you say Akemi Homura?

Yes.

The Akemi Homura who claimed to be stuck in the hospital without an erection.

I would not know about that, but I believe we are referring to the same one. It is not a very common name.

This... this changed a lot of things. Being a magical girl was about fucking, fucking often, and fucking hard, and a virgin transfer student right out of the medical ward should not be able to do that. So… she had to be lying, right? And if she was lying about that, what else could she be hiding?

In any event, I will infer that you do not wish to contact her in particular. Is there another one you would be more comfortable with?

Uhh. Tomoe-san seems fine. She'd met Mami via her habit of "accidentally" showing up to class late and gotten along with her well enough (when Mami and Sayaka could speak without a dick in either of their mouths). Still, though, this took a backseat to the whole "Transfer Student is an extremely dedicated liar and also a magical girl" thing that she'd just discovered.

Alright, I will make the necessary arrangements. Kyubey didn't seem to be continuing their mysterious conversation after that, so Sayaka was just left to figure out the key bit of the puzzle: Why would Akemi go through all this trouble to deceive them all? Obviously enough, she had to have some reason to go about all this, but what would deserve all this paranoia? Did she have enemies of some kind, or did she want to somehow get the jump on another magical girl, or - Madoka, Madoka was really attached to the girl, wasn't she? Was she in danger, or worse, the target? They'd basically been glued to each other to the point where Sayaka swore she tasted Madoka's cum when she ate out Homura, and now she couldn't rule out the possibility that it was all engineered.

Sayaka made a little noise again, putting her hands on her head. She had the sinking feeling of getting far too deep far too fast. There was just too much to consider…

"Miki Sayaka." A deep voice shook her out of her reverie, and Sayaka snapped her head up. Peering around the breasts she saw the tell-tale orange eyes, unkempt black hair, and cum-soaked body of one Kure Kirika, third year student, village bike, and newly revealed magical girl. Despite being… more than a little strange, especially about her girlfriend, she was a good enough lay that most people ignored it in favor of continuing to fuck the shit out of her. She was more than happy to accommodate that; like Sayaka, Kirika could barely function without constant sex, so most of the time she just avoided too-deep conversation and interaction by way of plowing everyone close enough. In retrospect, her being a magical girl probably was something Sayaka could have deduced just by seeing how abnormally slutty she was - and of course the same could be said about herself, come to think about it.

"Oh, ah, Kure-sempai? Is there something you need?"

"Come with me." Kirika did a sharp about face, and Sayaka felt that she wouldn't accept "no" for an answer. She followed not too closely behind, apprehensive.

Turning the corner, Kirika lead her to… a closet? "It will be a little cramped in here, but then we can fuck as well." She opened the door, beckoning her inside.

"... As well?" Fucking definitely sounded good, but that was definitely a shady line to throw.

"I mean you no harm. You will be fine." Now, there were many things she was known for being - rash, eccentric, confrontational - but none of those things were lying, and indeed Kirika probably had issues with being too honest. Sayaka reluctantly acquiesced, slipping into the warm supply closet with Kirika following behind closely and closing the door behind her. It was quite dark, but the other girl flicked on the light - no, it was someone else, actually, another cum-soaked dirty blonde haired girl with both aristocratic features and proportions. Her breasts outdid Sayaka's own in heft, and in the confines of the closet just barely avoided touching them. She smiled slightly as Sayaka sized her up, the idle stroking of her penis coming to a halt as she did so.

Kirika shuffled in front of Sayaka in the cramped space, blocking most of the other girl from vision, then held up a sparkling orange needle-esque gem. Sayaka watched as a brilliant light covered her form, exploding out into a set of black kneesocks, a white bonnet, a very uncomfortable form-fitting covering around her ass, pussy, and cock, and a … coat made of needles? No, there was the same dark fabric, but the white needles were woven into the material somehow. It was a strange look since the bonnet seemed to clash with the overall dark look of the coat and knee socks, but she seemed like she could pull it off relatively well. Without preamble, she summoned a ball of characters and glyphs, which expanded out and melted through the three futas and through the walls around them. No, into - the glyphs seemingly were absorbed into the walls, forming some kind of enclosing barrier. Even the gaps under the closet door seemed to be lined with magic. Job done, Kirika immediately dispelled her outfit, sighing with relief, and leaned to the side to reveal fancy girl's head again.

"Hello, Miki-san. My name is Mikuni Oriko." Sayaka had an inkling, but now it was confirmed that this was Kirika's girlfriend. Definitely not one to cross then, unless she wanted to get yelled at for hours by the girl on top of her at the moment. "I would like to discuss a few things with you, now that you're here… It is more than a bit cramped in here, so I suggest you let Kirika sit behind you and then stay on her dick. Two birds with one stone, if you will." Sayaka wasn't ever going to complain about getting some cock, and it would make talking easier if it was face to face, so after a little bit of nonverbal communication and a lot of breasts squeezing against each other Sayaka had managed to squeak around and plant herself on Kirika. Brushing herself off and lapping up the milk she'd gotten off her body, she nestled herself into Kirika's wet embrace and positioned herself for a nice and slow dicking, waiting for Oriko to continue. She… couldn't actually see her, though; those boobs were too large to even be peered around.

"Right then, to business." Oriko sat down on the floor with the other two, bringing her face back into view. "I'm sure you've figured this out, but we are magical girls. Now, I assume you have gotten an adequate description of the whole affair, yes?"

"M--mhm." It was getting much harder to focus, even though Kirika was definitely going really lightly on her. Sayaka was reminded that she didn't get a chance to get gangbanged by a bunch of people in the waiting room, and her head was diverting way more attention to the foot long cock in her pussy than whatever Oriko was saying.

"You aren't really paying attention." Oriko said simply, and she really wasn't wrong. "You know, that's probably fair, we should have accounted for this… Here, let's get you off. Kirika, dear?"

"Of course." Kirika got riiight up into Sayaka's ear, although that ended up being only a very short movement in the cramped closet space. "Tell me, Miki-san. How rough do you want me to be?" she whispered sensually. Of course Kirika probably knew exactly how rough the notoriously subby Sayaka preferred, but it was just good practice to ask (and Sayaka had a sneaking suspicion Kirika enjoyed having people say it out loud).

"As hard as you like," Sayaka purred back, then thought about the logistics of their position a little. "Well, as hard as you can manage in this closet," she said in a more sedate tone.

"Fine by me." The palpable hunger in Kirika's deep voice sent pleasurable shivers down Sayaka's spine. Oriko's ambivalent smile deepened as her own sexual desire came to the forefront, eyes fixated on Sayaka's own cock. Kirika drew back as far as she could in the very cramped space, held back for a bit just to make Sayaka's pussy ache from the emptiness, then slammed home hard. Even as Kirika went hard on her, Oriko used her prodigious chest to envelop the base of Sayaka's dick and then swallowed up the remainder with her mouth, working the length in a maneuver that very much reminded Sayaka of Hitomi's. Hitomi was probably the best at technique in the class, and certainly among Sayaka's frequent sex partners, so that was high praise. The closet was so tight that every single one of Kirika's powerful thrusts carried through straight to Oriko's chest, which bounced appealingly and pleasurably with each one.

Kirika, judging that Sayaka had almost gotten acclimatized to the sex, grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing down incredibly hard and drawing out large jets of milk into her palms. Sayaka moaned at the rough treatment, enjoying the sensation of being hermhandled so expertly. Oriko smiled at the girl she was double teaming, or perhaps at her girlfriend behind her, and gave Sayaka's cock a long, sensuous lick. Sayaka couldn't pull her eyes away - Oriko wasn't just using the physical pleasure, she was working at her mind too, visibly relishing in the taste and the sensation of it, letting a drop of precum land on her tongue slooooowly without licking it off like most futas would. The (other) heiress made a big show of licking her lips, an absurdly satisfied look on her face as she kept on wrapping Sayaka's dick with her tits. With a performance like that (and since Kirika was still pounding her sopping pussy) she couldn't help but give her the futa's ovation, shooting a load of hot sperm all over Oriko. Her pussy spasmed around Kirika's thick cock, but she was always the type to cum at her own pace, and she kept fucking away with an extremely regular timing.

Oriko took just a moment to revel in the sensation of being bukkake'd, licking her lips again and cleaning them of cum, then clambered onto Sayaka, intent on mounting her and extracting more cum out of her still-aching balls. Her cantaloupes were squashed into Sayaka's body, rubbing the fresh sperm back onto her, and her dick was nestled into the breasts that Kirika was currently squeezing for all they were worth. Noting the movement her girlfriend was doing, the domme adjusted her vice grip on Sayaka's breasts, using them to give Oriko a titfuck by proxy. The dick slipped out from between them, though, as Oriko lowered herself onto Sayaka's length, but then reentered the cleavage as she bounced back up. Being the filling in a futa sandwich was always a good time for Sayaka, but the unspoken synergy between the magical girl couple was truly fearsome, the two of them moving in almost perfect timing with each other so that Sayaka constantly had cock buried into her pussy or was burying her own in Oriko. The two even moved to kiss above Sayaka's head, the action encasing Sayaka's head in thick breasts. She moved up to motorboat Oriko, making a ""phhhpbt" sound into her massive pair and enjoying the reverberating feeling of it. Chuckling through Oriko's mouth, Kirika let go of her right breast and found the space to smack Sayaka on the ass, a solid meaty thwack on her ample flesh. She did it again and again, each one coming at a slightly different spot and perfectly in time with her zealous thrusting. Sayaka came again, another thick load deposited into Oriko's hungry pussy, and this time Kirika deigned to ejaculate as well.

With one hole creampied, Kirika shifted her efforts towards Sayaka's asshole, and Oriko did the same on her own end. While shifting, she came with a long sigh, returning the facial and also coating the underside of her own breasts in hot jizz. Sayaka immediately busied herself with devouring any cum she could reach, a process that became much easier when Oriko slid back down into a sitting position. Lifting up Sayaka's toned legs, the magical girl slid herself underneath them, lining up for some double penetration action. Kirika pulled out, and Oriko once again gave a deeper smile than her seemingly permanent half-smile, then the two dicks rammed home and Sayaka cried out in ecstasy. They were actually packed so tightly that there was space in the closet, enough for Oriko and Kirika to squeeze in and increase the amount of **** they were able to apply. Kirika finally let go of the breast she was grabbing to cling even tighter to Sayaka, wrapping her arms around Sayaka's waist and squashing her breasts extremely against her back. This was so Oriko could return the favor, giving her a very semeny motorboat. Like always it wasn't exactly the most pleasurable thing to do, but then again she had 30 inches of cock inside of her at the moment, so she could deal with a little tickling on her breasts. They were almost scarily in sync with regards to their balls as well, it seemed, since both of them picked up the pace at the exact same time, and Kirika's grip on her tensed up even as Oriko visibly lost some composure.

Finally, both of them unloaded a huge amount of sperm into Sayaka, Kirika giving her one last parting gift by ramming her final thrust straight into her prostate gland. Sayaka joined the rutting couple in orgasm, covering Oriko and herself in yet another cumshot. Slumping down, the sandwiched futa brushed her hand over her breasts, snacking on the cum. Honestly, there was so much of it surrounding them that Sayaka was ready to go again; three futas cumming multiple times in such a small area meant that pretty much every surface had at least a little cum on it, and the ground around them was carpeted in a thin layer of it. Sayaka leaned back into Kirika's chest, nestling her head in the crevice between her head and her breasts.

Oriko retreated back to her original position, reassuming her somewhat regal posture. She shook her head a bit and then continued talking. "Now, where was I. Right, well, there's some additional… complications with the whole ordeal, and I would like to enlist your help. Although, I must mention you probably will not like it."

Sayaka blinked, confused. Then, Oriko started explaining what she needed, and Sayaka did not like it at all.