She's checking in with some new allies.

"Thanks for coming again," Kumiko said.

"Ah, it's no issue..." Homura said, somewhat sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it, alright? We don't have that much to do normally, so it's not like you're wasting time, if that's what you're thinking about. Ah, well, Reina is still a professional musician, but you can't really practice all the time unless you want to completely mess up your lips."

"I mean… uh, I'll be fine."

"Really?" Homura nodded hesitantly, but it seemed like that it convinced her, and the coven leader nodded in response. "Alright then, to business..."

Reina chimed in at that moment, opening her eyes to say her piece. "Don't forget the network." Kumiko nodded, and her wife went back to focusing on Kumiko's cock. Homura's blush increased (hopefully) imperceptibly; in retrospect she should have expected it, but Kumiko going about her official business while actually carrying Reina on her dick was not something Homura had expected. The vice president definitely seemed to be enjoying herself, releasing small moans of pleasure as she bobbed up and down.

"Right, so." Kumiko said, seemingly almost unaware of the huge-breasted futa she was fucking. Huge even in comparison to normal futas, even; these might have even outdone Mami's in heft. "We did some talking to some of the more military minded girls, and weapons are more than doable. You'd still have to cover them for ammunition, but if you can return the guns in good shape they won't ask too many questions. Not like the army has done anything outside of training for like 30 years." She opened up a wallet and passed Homura a slender, laminated card, a conspicuous cum stain over the front. Homura took it anyways; in lieu of pockets she summoned her shield and slotted it in. Kumiko noticed her expression, and shrugged. "Sorry, we sealed the deal the old fashioned way."

"I see..." Homura blinked, only vaguely surprised. In retrospect, the lamination made perfect sense, given the issues with plain cardboard in this environment. Especially if the old fashioned way involved fucking somehow.

"In any event - " Kumiko shuddered, Reina having coaxed out a sizeable cumshot as they were talking. Homura's eyes couldn't help but linger on the flow of sperm that was leaking out, the sight making her thirsty. Or perhaps it was just her inbuilt craving for cum speaking. "- you just have to speak with the manager at the outpost here, although you should confirm with telepathy first. Do you know where it is?" She barely even missed a beat, even when pumping lots of delicious - lots of cum into her wife.

"I recognize the address." It was the same base where she'd stolen an absurd amount of equipment, after all. She wondered if the yakuza hideout she'd hit at first was also there.

"Okay, that makes things easier… Now we just have to get you attuned to the telepathy network. Ah, don't worry, it doesn't mean that anyone can talk to you at any time. You have to basically connect to someone else, then maintain active mental focus while you talk." She must have responded to the look on her face, which was admittedly apprehensive at that exact idea. "I mean, just ask anyone trying to get ahold of Reina without her wanting to talk to them."

"That's what I have you for," Reina said without missing a beat.

Kumiko sighed, grabbing at the mammoth breasts in front of her and squeezing them a little harder than was strictly pleasurable. "You're the vice president, you should be the one screening messages… Right, yeah. You said you had a ton of despair, so let's try using that." She directed that last bit at Homura again with a flick of her head. "How does it work, anyways? Just like the normal, or?"

"Normal?"

"I mean, do we absorb despair from you like a normal girl or is there something else to it? Or maybe is it even easier... "

"I, uh, don't know. I've only done it once. And we definitely did it the normal way." Well, actually, there was that second time, but Mami didn't mention anything out of the ordinary either.

Reina chimed in, having recently came all over the ground without making even the slightest sound. In fact, without the noise of the splatter and her still twitching cock, Homura would have probably thought it was just an old puddle that hadn't been cleaned up. "We could test it out, if Akemi-san has nothing better to do at the moment."

"That's fine." Homura's libido was definitely doing its fair share of decision making, but honestly it was still probably useful information. Strategic value, right?

"Right, then, let's try out the basics..." Reina clambered off of Kumiko, allowing the coven leader to get up from her seat and size up Homura fully. Admittedly it was still a little uncomfortable to be so obviously sized up sexually, but the idea appealed greatly to her libido, and in any event it only took her a couple of seconds before the older woman had a firm grasp on her cock, giving it a couple of exploratory strokes. "You can sit if you'd like?"

"Let me just..." Homura leaned against a desk, her prodigious ass smushing out a little bit, and propped herself up with her hands. Kumiko grabbed her cock again, picking up the pace a little; this time her wife joined her in the foreplay, running one slender finger up and down the head in various enticing patterns. Homura was content to let the two senior magical girls take the lead almost entirely, and they seemed to sense that as well, quickly moving from foreplay to a full-on double handjob. Only thirteen inches didn't seem like it would be quite enough dick real estate for two separate hands, but they'd clearly done this before, the two of them fluidly divvying up parts to stimulate in tandem: Reina would be pumping away while Kumiko was cupping Homura's balls, or Kumiko would be teasing the ridge of her head while Reina drew a line on the veins of her cock, or they would simply just be stroking away at their half of Homura's penis, somehow managing to keep in perfect time.

Homura couldn't last against the combined prowess of two futas, but neither did she really want to. It wasn't as if she could possibly ever tire of fucking, and the whole point of the exercise was to cum a lot. That being said, she still was surprised at the speed at which she'd came; it had barely been 3 minutes of focused hand movement, and she was already coating the coven president in hot sticky sperm. Once again, she felt just the tiniest bit of relief that didn't come from an orgasm as a little despair left her soul.

Kumiko raised a cum-splattered arm to the sky, holding her soul gem up to get a closer look. The gem was almost completely filled to the brim with despair, seeming to exude a physical aura of darkness as it sucked in the last trails of ink black. "Damn," she said almost incredulously. "I know you told us about it, but you really do just have a ton of despair."

"There might not be any left after that?" Homura looked at her own gem to confirm; it was indeed pretty much pristine. "Yeah. Should I try and make some more?"

"How would you do that?" Kumiko asked after gulping down a mouthful of cum she'd scooped up. Besides her, Reina had set down her gem, seeming to channel some kind of enchantment into a nearby crystal. "Wait, we might be able to just have her power her own linking, right?"

"It's technically my ability being applied to the network, so I don't think it would work directly unless Akemi-san's own powers allow for that. I don't think so, so you're probably going to have to find some other way to just blow off a bunch of magic."

"Alright..." Homura focused a bit, reaching back for a very rarely used aspect of her skillset as a magical girl. Once again, she found herself back in her old magical girl uniform, which somehow felt even more uncomfortable than the last time she wore it; Kumiko and Reina stopped licking up her sperm to wince sympathetically at her plight. With a little bit of mental projection, the magical girl called forth a single purple projectile from her right hand. "... Wait, is there something I can aim at?"

"How sturdy do you need it?" Reina asked.

"I mean… " Homura thought back to the last time she'd actually used it. "Like a pistol shot, maybe? I use actual pistols unless I really need to be quiet, though."

"I see..." The two of them shared glances, then Kumiko shrugged. "Uh, just fire at the wall? We've technically reinforced the office, so it should be able to withstand a couple bolts. That, and you could probably double up by recharging the enchantment."

"Alright." Homura nodded, then started clumsily peppering the farthest wall with magic. Every 3 or 4 blasts, she had to repower the enchantment, so it only took a couple minutes before she had a noticeable amount of despair again.

"Impressive. Can't believe that enchantment is actually proving to be useful." Reina paused, then looked away again. "... But really, aren't you uncomfortable in that outfit?"

"Yes, but it's not that important when actually fighting. That being said..." Homura dispelled her outfit, and then immediately felt a sense of relief all throughout her body. "I'd rather avoid using it." Just wearing that uniform felt tighter than even Mami's ribbons tying her up in the old world, with the added issue of constantly rubbing against her breasts, cock, and ass. The last time she'd used it extensively, she had had … bigger issues to worry about. In fact, looking down, it appeared almost as if her breasts had rashes, and she gave herself a couple experimental kneads in order to see if there were any real effects. Thankfully, it seemed as if it wasn't anything more than a little itch, but she'd definitely have to change something about her outfit for any future combat. The two older futas seemed to grow much more comfortable as well, as if her full-body outfit was actually a personal affront to them.

"Back to business, then?" Despite the dry words, an undercurrent of sensuality was easily detectable in Reina's voice, making it clear what "business" she meant.

Homura nodded, giving the woman the go-ahead to swallow up her dick with those huge breasts. Homura's dick was by no means small at 14 inches, both absolutely and relative to the ridiculous average in this timeline, but Reina's ridiculous rack managed to make it look almost human again, the tip just barely peeking out of those pillowy mounds of flesh. In Homura's limited experience titfucking pretty much always was the same, in contrast to fucking someone's holes; it was very warm and very soft, both of which appealed greatly to her penis, but at the same time that was true of every single set of breasts big enough to do it properly, which was all of them. Thus, despite their massive size, the physical sensation was still roughly the same as the other breasts. But of course, there were still noticeable differences: the way that Reina's breasts completely dominated her cock visually, the sultry look and moans she gave as she daintily licked at what little penis she could reach with her tongue, the way in which milk spurted out of her breasts with every single pump as if Homura was pushing it out with her thrusts, and even the way Kumiko squeezed her wife's breasts around the cock she was titfucking, which honestly didn't add much to the sensations Homura herself was feeling but nevertheless contributed to the overall sensuality.

Surprisingly, Reina actually came before Homura, cock shooting off on its own and spraying Homura's legs with a fresh load of semen without even being touched. Admittedly, Kumiko was working at her breasts with ever-increasing **** and speed, groping and massaging with equal measure, but it was still surprising that they were really that sensitive. Like always, Homura's cock shot its load in sympathetic reaction not long after, Reina taking the opportunity to bury the head right in the center of her cleavage and coat it in hot sticky sperm. Homura pulled her dripping cock out, and Kumiko quickly moved to clean it off as Reina materialized her Soul Gem to take a look.

"Oh, wait..." the vice president murmured, looking at a very full Soul Gem. "Maybe you should have done this the whole time. I don't get that much out of this."

"If it mattered that much, I wouldn't have let you fuck her," Kumiko shrugged from her position at Homura's waist. "We might literally have a perpetual motion machine here. Well, moreso than we'd have anyways." Kumiko's expression became slightly smugger, then continued. "Plus, no one can stop you anyways."

"Shut it". Reina flicked Kumiko on the head with a semeny finger. "You of all people don't get to say that." Kumiko just laughed at the expression on Reina's face, giving Homura the distinct impression that there was backstory that she wasn't privy to. "Here, let's get you back on her dick."

Once again, Homura let the older women take the lead. Kumiko slid herself backwards onto the proffered cock, shaking her ass back and forth as she did so. She deftly slid the length inside her vagina without even looking, sinking all thirteen inches down in a single motion. Almost automatically, Homura began to thrust in time with her movements, hands grabbing onto her hips for a little more leverage. The president's pussy was already pretty full with cum, but no matter what it seemed as if there'd always be room for more cock; Homura's full member hitting home every single time. Sure, it wasn't the largest, but Kumiko was so stuffed that every thrust was accompanied by a squelching noise.

A minute or two later, Reina had finished with whatever she was doing back there and joined the two, muffling one of Kumiko's small moans of pleasure with her penis. Standing as they were on opposite ends of the spitroast, their chests were fairly close to each other even in spite of Homura's small size, Reina's nipples maybe only half a foot apart from Homura's. If someone were to squeeze those giant breasts with enough ****, her milk would probably land on Homura's pair. Her intently breast-focused gaze must have been obvious to their owner, because Reina leaned forwards, pressing her tits into the ones opposite them above Kumiko, over-productive breasts dripping milk and liberally coating her back. She might have commented on that, but her mouth was extremely occupied with deepthroating her wife's cock.

With a groah of pleasure, Homura added her own large load to the pool inside Kumiko's pussy, actually pushing her stomach out a bit. That… didn't look healthy to Homura, but she didn't seem to mind it at all, even with the fourteen inches still inside of her. Still, the magical girl hastily pulled herself out, leaving significantly more space for the creampie to go; Reina simply pulled back to an upright position now that her boobs were no longer in reach, putting more movement into her thrusts to compensate. In addition to the minor inflation, Kumiko had also absorbed another tendril of black despair into herself, leaving Homura at around three quarters of what she'd had before. Homura waited a bit for Reina to finish, idly fingering herself to satisfy her incessant lust. While she really wanted to stick her cock into the shaking ass in front of her, it seemed like a bad idea to put in even more cum at the moment, so she satisfied herself with paying attention to her as of yet unpleasured parts.

With a satisfied albeit muffled moan, Kumiko brought her wife to orgasm, putting a very lewd expression on Reina's face as she did so. "Ah, Akemi-san. Hold on for now with that," she said as the thoroughly stuffed Kumiko got back on her feet and swallowed even more. "We'll get your holes too, since that's the only thing we haven't tried yet."

"It works when you're the one penetrating too?"

"Yeah," Kumiko said, stomach already looking less stuffed. "It apparently has more to do with just having sex than the actual fluids, despite what people think. Kinda weird, though, since you can still absorb the despair by eating cum that you didn't have anything to do with… Kyubey says it has to do with our nature as sexual beings, but honestly I don't think she knows any more than we do."

"I see..." Despite the long time she'd spent dealing with Kyubey's manipulations, Homura was still unsure of how much the alien actually understood about the magical girl system. They definitely didn't have any real model of emotions, but there wasn't any way to tell how far that extended to the actual mechanics of converting nebulous potential into energy. In any event, though, she wanted a good pounding anyways, so Homura turned around and bent over the desk, presenting her prodigious posterior to the pair.

"Hey, you might want to get down from there - Reina, really?" Kumiko sighed as Reina clambered onto the desk on top of Homura, straddling her while ramming her cock into Homura's ass. "You could have just let her move so we could do it normally."

"This seemed more interesting." Reina said, picking up the pace. Her massive breasts were pushing Homura into the desk, and she found that even the pressure was enjoyable. Of course, her breasts and cock being rubbed into the surface were big parts of that. Hopefully they didn't mind getting the stains out, since she was absolutely dripping.

"Sheesh..." Kumiko pressed her cock up against Homura's waiting pussy, but held off on the insertion for a bit. "You alright, Akemi-san?"

"Uuuhn! Go ahead," Homura moaned out. Hearing that, Kumiko timed her entrance to coincide with her wife, both cocks burying themselves inside of the dark haired futa at the same time.

It might have been just her imagination, but the couple seemed more in sync than previous double penetrations she'd had. It didn't really matter that much in the end, since Homura felt that she'd cum even if they had just left their cocks inside of her, but the synchronized peaks and valleys of sensation still felt amazing. In addition, Reina was moaning breathily pretty much right against her ear, letting the momentum from her hips carry through her whole frame and pressing her voluptuous body into Homura's. The magical girl clamped down on the thick rods of flesh inside of her, determined to wring them of all the cum they had. A futile gesture, given what she knew about their bodies, but a pleasurably futile gesture, and it wasn't as if she wasn't entirely too used to futility.

The two of them continued on like this for a while, Homura not able to do much other than take the pounding from the much more experienced women in her current position. Her hands were preoccupied clutching to the sides of the desk, but she could just about get her cock to fit inside the crevice between her shaking boobs and the wood surface, giving herself an improvised titjob on the little bit that she could manage to get in there. Even in this, though, Kumiko and Reina dictated her pace with their actions, their thrusts causing the space Homura's breasts created to expand and contract around the front two inches of her dick.

Finally, Reina and Kumiko simultaneously let out their thick loads inside Homura, and she was released from her pinned position on the desk as the two of them stood up, assessing their soul gems. Sitting up lazily, she summoned her own soul gem with a flash of magic, finding it flawlessly purple once again. "I guess that worked," she said after she got her breath fully together. "Now what?" Yet again, Homura was struck with the feeling that she was far too used to this life already.

"Give us a bit to get you into the system, then you'll have to - wait just a couple seconds Reina - try and communicate telepathically with someone. It's like talking via Kyubey, but a lot less smooth because we had to reverse engineer the whole thing ourselves." Kumiko said, actively fending off Reina's attempts to keep on having sex with her in a display of supreme self control. "We'll give you a call when we're ready. What's your phone number."

"Uh, you mean my home phone number?" Homura asked.

"... Yeah? You don't have a cell phone, do you?" Kumiko asked quizzically, and Homura nearly froze up then and there. That was way too surprised for what should have been a normal question, and the time traveler scrambled to come up with an alibi. It must have not been unheard of if she was mentioning it, but at the same time she wasn't expected to have one...

"No, but I don't really know if I should have one. I just got out of the hospital recently, so… yeah." Her lying sounded awful to Homura's ears, but it didn't seem to contradict her already established alibi from the meeting, so there was still a chance.

"Ah, yeah. I guess it'd make sense for doctors and whatnot to have cell phones, but it's not really worth the hassle for the rest of us. You don't need to be available all the time, and there's nothing worse than wrecking your fancy phone by cumming in the wrong spot."

"R-right." Homura said, hiding her sigh of relief. "Anyways, my number is..." Hopefully it wasn't too obvious that she was forcibly changing the conversation, or maybe they'd just think she was embarrassed.

"Thank you, thank you." Kumiko said, although her attention was already being sucked away by Reina, well, sucking on her cum-coated tits. Somehow she'd managed to drape her curvy body all over the president while they were talking. "Sorry, she's not usually like this. Sometimes she just gets into a mood where she doesn't want to fuck for like half a day, then her sex drive comes roaring back later."

Reina stopped her oral ministrations long enough to respond to that. "Are you rejecting my love?" she said, which Kumiko merely rolled her eyes to. "But yeah, thank you for cooperating with us. Is Madoka doing alright?" Reina asked, redirecting her attention to Homura.

"Um, yeah, I think so. Stressed, but she's handling it fine."

"And you'll stay by her side, right?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah." Homura said, almost more to herself than to the older woman.

"Then you'll be fine, whatever happens." Reina paused in thought. "Get those guns, though," she added almost as an afterthought. And with that, she turned back to sucking on Kumiko's boobs.

Homura blinked in confusion, and Kumiko sighed. "Why am I in love with this weirdo?" she asked no one in particular. "Anyways, we'll see you around. If you need anything from us, get in touch." She waved in dismissal, and Homura slipped out as the couple got back to fucking, or maybe it was just Reina doing all the "work" while Kumiko tried to get other stuff done.

Even after all that had happened to her (and all the wild sex that she was having), Homura still was a complete stranger to this world, and she'd just got a rather rude reminder of that fact. She sighed as she walked back outside, subconsciously avoiding three girls fucking in front of the stairwell and weaving her way through the loud cafe. She was getting used to some parts of it, but there were still so many conversational landmines that she could run into. No mobile phones was such a huge departure from the world she knew, and even if it made a certain amount of perverted sense it wasn't something Homura could ever anticipate on her own. It was comparable to the confusion she'd felt her very first loop, although this time around rather than not just knowing anything she also had a bunch of incorrect information.

Still, though, she'd made it this far fighting against the corrupted corpses of her fallen colleagues. Compared to that, she could definitely handle some reading or whatever, or getting on a train and getting fucked by a hundred futas, or shooting a bunch of monsters in robes, or even talking with Madoka without any foreknowledge. Probably.