Riding the subway.

Homura looked down at the… ticket, in her hand. The card itself was a sleek, relatively thick blue plastic thing, the city's octopus-esque mascot prominently displayed on the front. However, trailing off of the card were several vibrators, arranged such that they appeared to be the octopus's tentacles, and there was a long buckled strap on the back of it.

Madoka, noticing Homura's confusion, helpfully chimed in with an explanation. "Oh, yeah, the subway is kind of wild, so these are designed to remind you where you're getting off at. Just set the station using that slider, and it'll act like an alarm when you put it on." If even Madoka thought it was wild...

Mami looked over from the map to smile reassuringly at Homura. "Oh, don't worry, it's not that bad, Akemi-san. Just like what you saw at lunch time, really." Homura's mind called up a picture of the gym teacher: veritably covered in cum, cocks pressing in from all angles, eyes rolled up and listless. Not bad, huh? Well, she looked like she was enjoying herself, at least.

After entering the stop proper, they took a little stop at a little stand to properly attach the vibrators and to down the ubiquitous pills, the two more experienced girls helping Homura tape them on correctly to her dick and pussy. "Umm, will these get in the way?" Of what was undoubtedly going to be a lot of sex - Homura had noticed that the vast majority of the people leaving the train were in similar states to their gym teacher.

"No, not really. They're designed to be ignored, until they activate." Mami said. "Anyways, we'd better hurry up; train's getting here fast." She moved forwards towards the throng of people waiting. Homura hesitated slightly at the sight of the crowd, but Madoka noticed this, grabbed her hand and softly squeezed it reassuringly. The pink-haired girl half-guided half-dragged Homura onto the platform, pulling her into a stop next to Mami, who was smiling affectionately at her juniors's interactions.

Soon enough, the train came, a sleek metal thing that glided almost silently to a stop in front of them. For such a fancy, high-tech vehicle, however, the lack of windows seemed fairly odd. In any case, their little threesome gathered in front of the doors along with the others. The doors slid open with a hissing noise, and it was then that Homura realized exactly there weren't any windows: the inside of the car was completely coated in sperm, rendering any potential windows useless. Their crowd parted a little, letting a procession of dripping-wet women stream out of the door, then started making its way into the train. More than a little - apprehensive didn't seem like the right word, given that this was probably a good thing - anticipatory? , Homura fell in line and stepped into the subway.

While she was aware of the orgy of ridiculous proportions going on inside the car, Homura got even more than she had expected upon entering. There were futanari sprawled across the floor, or lying on elongated side benches, or down on all fours, or pressed against the wall, all wildly fucking. The sheer scent of cum was almost a physical presence, immediately clouding Homura's mind with animalistic need. Wild moans, muffled grunts, and cries of pleasure permeated the air, a cacophonous medley of lewdness. All in all, it must have been what, a seventy girl orgy, in just this car?

Madoka pulled her stunned body over towards one of the unclaimed chair-stool-bench things letting the people behind her fill in as well. As she did, she took advantage of Homura's unsteady state to pull Homura's head into her breasts, smothering it in warmth. Another pair of huge breasts came in from the other end, a familiar, vaguely aristocratic giggle coming from their owner. The magical girl found herself trapped in pillowy softness for what felt like quite a long time, Mami and Madoka content to let Homura enjoy the sensations for a bit. As Mami pressed the rest of Homura into her crush's body, Madoka's hard length pressed up against her stomach, busily secreting fluid.

Homura finally managed to slip herself out of the breast cage, but didn't stop for a breath at all. Instead, she went down to attack Madoka's cock with her tongue, licking at like a huge warm popsicle. Homura went down in a line placing kisses on the hard cock, leaving a wet trail of spittle as she made her way towards the base. Again and again she moved her tongue in rough circles, flicking her tongue across the sensitive veins as best she could. As she was busy lapping at Madoka's cock, though, Mami pressed her prodigious chest onto Homura's back, having repositioned herself to line up with the other girl. Homura was able to mostly ignore the sensations of warm flesh running along her back, but when Mami gave her back a long, sensual lick, Homura shuddered at the sensation, and the trail of kisses meandered off course. Mami wasn't satisfied with just that, though, and Homura soon felt the peculiar sensation of a penis sliding between her ass cheeks. It was… well, it wasn't necessarily bad feeling the throbbing thing, but it wasn't what she actually wanted.

"Alright, Homura-chan… Are you ready for me?" Mami said breathily directly into the other girl's ear. The time traveller didn't respond to that, other than to bend down further, trying to entice the blond into actually fucking her rather than just teasing. "Mmm, you must really w- Buh?!" Out of the corner of her eye, Homura saw that Mami had been interrupted by another woman, who had grabbed onto the most obvious handholds and had started happily humping away. Mami shuddered, causing her dick to twitch in Homura's ass crack, but it appeared that she was too off kilter to actually shove it in like Homura wanted. Grunting around Madoka's cock, which she had fully inserted into her mouth at some point, the magical girl finally lined up Mami with her asshole, allowing her aimless thrusts to actually penetrate something. Mami let out a somewhat breathy "Thanks" to her, evidently feeling the effects of the vigorous fucking going on behind Homura. Finally, after so much teasing, Homura's loose asshole was penetrated easily by Mami's dripping cock, and the dark-haired girl eagerly worked herself into a steady yet quick rhythm.

Homura's attention was brought back to her crush when she felt a slender hand on the back of her head, pushing the penis she was blowing deeper into her throat. Taking the hint, Homura went all the way, swallowing the whole thing down and laying an only slightly strained kiss around it. True to form, the vibrators barely registered to Homura even with the entire thing in her mouth, being almost indistinguishable from Madoka's veins. Madoka let out a hum at the job Homura was doing, stroking the back of her head with her right hand. "You have such pretty hair, Homura-chan..." The girl in question didn't really know whether to be happy at the compliment or to feel slighted that her deepthroating didn't appear to be doing much. Instead, she just kept on going, bobbing hungrily and quickly, feeling Madoka's dick twitch inside her mouth. At the same time, though, Mami's thrusting was getting more and more wild behind her, which made it somewhat difficult to proceed as she'd like. With a long, wet pop, she slid off of the cock, leaving it it wetly pulsating on its own. It wasn't unattended for long, however, as Homura pressed her body forwards, sliding her hefty breasts around Madoka's dick, squeezing them together around it and letting the shaking of her body from Mami's haphazard thrusts do some of the work for her. While they jiggled and bounced freely, she reinserted the tip into her mouth, licking and sucking at the sensitive head on autopilot.

Homura's concentration on the task in front of her was interrupted by Mami suddenly crying out, a short, pleasured little gasp coming out and hitting Homura's back. Judging from the muffled voices coming from behind her, there must have been two girls back there now, each attacking a part of Mami. The redoubled **** onto the older girl meant that she was made to orgasm in almost no time at all, her dick twitching inside Homura's asshole frantically before releasing a hot load of thick sperm. Mami slumped over limply into Homura, resting her massive breasts- and a pair of slender hands, presumably belonging to one of Mami's molesters - weakly on Homura's body. Also, probably the rest of her body, but those ridiculous boobs were the most obvious signs of Mami's presence. In almost no time at all, though, she seemed ready to go again, pushing herself back to a firmer position and resuming the relentless pounding of her hips.

With the dick in her ass resuming its rapid pace, Homura returned her focus to Madoka's dick, which had stubbornly refused to cum at all. The poor girl still seemed to be enjoying herself though, hands gently playing with her pussy and breasts as she watched the scene before her and enjoyed Homura's servicing. The time traveler switched it up then, using her teeth and scraping along the head just firmly enough that Madoka felt it without causing her undue pain. This action caught Madoka by surprise, causing her to let out a little gasp of what was hopefully pleasure. Just in case, Homura stopped to see if Madoka was hurt by it, but the needy look in Madoka's eyes was enough to convince Homura to continue, adding just a little bit of teeth to the licking and sucking she was already doing. Finally, Madoka came off of one particularly aggressive lick precipitated by one of Mami's wilder thrusts, the sweet and salty semen rushing down Homura's throat as fast as she could swallow it. As the flood of sperm gradually died down to occasional spurts, the dark-haired girl saved some of it in her mouth, savoring Madoka's addictive taste.

Madoka came down from her seat to face Homura, palming the time traveler's somewhat neglected penis between her hands. "Hehe… Sorry about that, Homura-chan! We kind of forgot about you..." Homura was about to respond, but Madoka shushed her, first with a finger up to her lips and then with a deep, erotic kiss. She looked directly into Homura's eyes, flushing just a little bit, and smiled. When Homura didn't make any further protest, Mami's very insistent thrusting giving her a very pleasant fuzziness in her head, Madoka slid herself onto the erect penis below her, cuddling up to Homura and extending their little futa train. The double-pronged **** made it rather hard for the magical girl to focus on much, so she went limp, letting her body lie back against Mami's for just a little. Out of the corner of her eye, she fuzzily noticed people moving towards the doors, but somehow Madoka happily bouncing on her dick seemed a little more important than that. She squeezed inwards with her core, surrounding Homura's dick with wet warmth even as she went in for another kiss, this time threading her tongue in there as well to meet Homura's. Somehow, Madoka was able to keep enough focus to maneuver Homura into a better position even as she took Homura’s dick deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, the magical girl was prodded in the cheek by yet another penis. Looking up, Homura saw a relatively clean woman lustfully looking down at the group, clearly intent on joining in. Before she could really do anything about it, though, Madoka pushed herself up, grabbing the appendage and giving it a long sensual lick. Homura fell back, willing to let the much more experienced girl deal with the newcomer, but she apparently saw some trace of longing or desire in Homura’s face, because she pushed the penis into Homura’s face, letting her share. The two of them licked at the cock in front of them with by this point practiced coordination, acting as a single fellating machine. It was a good thing that she’d had so much practice with sucking dick, too, as Homura was still dealing with all of that stimulation on her ass and penis. (Although Homura was very, very used to getting fucked.)

Just as Homura and Madoka had picked up a good rhythm, yet another hung hermaphrodite shoved her way in, forcefully pushing her penis in between the two girl’s chests. It didn’t really seem like the most pleasurable way to have sex, but different strokes got off different folks, Homura supposed. In any case, the woman seemed to be enjoying herself, so the magical girl just let it happen, letting the feeling of her breasts shaking with the motion roll through her. She turned back to licking at the dick in front of her, going back to her little territory war with Madoka over who could claim the most penis for themselves. This woman must have either been really close already or just quite sensitive, though, cause after only a couple of thrusts she had already came all over the two schoolgirls, the warm substance making a fairly large pool between their tightly packed chests. This, of course, didn’t even slow her frantic thrusting down. In fact, she seemed to be getting even faster as she discovered a steady rhythm to best follow up with the shaking motion that Madoka riding Homura made.

There wasn’t a lot that Homura was actually doing, but it was still quite hard just to react to all of the sensations that was going on, sucking away while Madoka’s pussy continued squeezing tightly, while this newcomer kept on ramming her way past her right breast, while Mami unloaded yet another large load of cum into her dripping, stuffed ass, while -

While the almost forgotten tickets decided to make their “reminder” felt, vibrating intensely without ceasing. Homura cried out loudly as the mechanical tentacles quickly brought her to one, then two, then several more orgasms, the spasms of pleasure blurring and blending into one continuous moment of ecstasy that stretched out for several minutes. Madoka on top of her and Mami behind her both also fell limp, their own vibrators activating and compounding on each other due to the closeness. Homura’s mind went completely blank, her consciousness receding back a little from the sheer pleasure. Madoka’s cock unloading all over Homura’s front and Mami’s pillowy chest pressing down onto Homura her stomach bulging slightly at the huge quantity of sperm stuffed in her, all of that seemed distant, as if she were watching a movie of herself rather than living in the moment. Homura stayed in that kind of detached state as her two more experienced companions helped her up, took off the vibrator-ticket from her body, and half-walked half-dragged her out of the train station.

“-a little much, hm?”

“Yeah… maybe we should have went on the no-sex train...”

“Relax, relax, I bet your ‘Homura-chan’ will be just fine. Besides, she needed to do it sometimes, it’s a great - ah, there she is. Welcome back to the world of the living, Akemi-san.”

Homura finally snapped back to reality, finding herself in front of what was presumably the cafe they were going to meet at. Madoka and Mami were standing there, still dripping a little from their train ride. The non-magical girl waved her hand slightly at her, giving her a slightly strained smile. “Hey...” she said. “You alright?”

Instead of saying anything, Homura simply nodded. “... Was fun.” She then jabbed her head at the brown terraced building in front of them. “This it?”

“Yeah.” Mami said. “This is Tanaka-san’s cafe.”

“I see.” Through the window, Homura saw people wearing … French maid outfits? Of course, the fronts were cut open so that their breasts were hanging out, and the aprons had incredibly noticeable bulges in them, but they were still maids. Although, it said a lot that the fetish cafe they were going to had way more clothing than normal.

“So...” Madoka said. “How do you want to do this?”