I wanted to try something new so I went ahead and wrote a MadoSayaHomu lemon fic. Please enjoy.

Madoka collapsed against Homura's shoulder, panting heavily.

"Haa…haaa…Homura-chan I…I don't think I can carry on anymore…I've reached my limit…"

"Ah, mmm…Madoka, don't force yourself. You're not a magical girl, so…haa…it's only natural that you wouldn't have as much endurance…" Homura gasped out, beads of sweat rolling down her flushed face.

"Are you kidding me?" Sayaka snorted, sitting back and wiping the fluids away from her mouth. "You're one step away from giving up yourself aren't you Akemi? You really don't have any staying power if even Madoka can keep up with you."

"Damn you Miki Sayaka…I never should have gone along with this in the first place. Any idea of yours is bound to end badly."

She coughed and wiped her face with the back of her hands.

"Ugh, my face is so sticky. I think you squirted some onto my hair as well. You really are a pig."

"Mou, Sayaka-chan I can't believe you talked us into this. And you're recording it too…it's so embarrassing!"

"Oh come on, you were totally up for it! It's not my fault if you can't keep it up!"

"Ugh…let's leave her to her own devices Madoka. She's obviously got no intentions of stopping anytime soon."

"O-Okay…I really can't take another round anyway, so I guess there's no point in distracting her…u-unless you'd like me to stay and cheer you on Sayaka-chan?"

"It's weird if you just watch me without joining in. I'll finish this myself, but do me a favour and point the camera so that I'm in the centre of the shot on your way out okay?"

"Okay Sayaka-chan. Um, good luck…"

"Hah, I don't need luck! Sayaka-chan always finishes what she starts!"

The time traveller in the room wisely refrained from commenting as she left.

Sayaka wiped her mouth again for good measure and revved herself up. Still, even she was starting to run low on stamina…no, that wasn't an option. Her eyes drifted to the pamphlet on the table in front of her. Emblazoned across the front in Comic Sans was the challenge which had started this messy business: "Eat 15 lemons in 40 minutes and win FREE tickets to Mitakihara classical music festival!" The music lover felt her spirts rise at the reminder of what she was fighting for. She glared at the plate of lemons in front of her challengingly, noting with satisfaction that there were only 5 left at this point.

"Alright, here I go!" she cried, biting down hard and trying not to wince as the acidic juices flooded her mouth.

10 minutes later she sat smugly at the table, kitchen roll pressed firmly against her mouth to mop up the excess drool she was still producing. Her love of music had prevailed. That'd teach those amateur friends of hers the true power of music. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and checked it, to see that it was a message from Madoka.

'Hah, she must wonder whether I managed it. I'll let her know just how-'

"Sayaka-chan, Mama actually has two free tickets for the music festival because one of her work colleagues can't make it after all. You can have them and take whoever you like, so don't push yourself too hard with the lemons okay?"

"…God damn it."

THE END