a/n: finally releasing ep 10 to the internets. never posted this on 4chan because (a) it's FUCKING LONG, and (b) madoka was over before i was finished with the draft, so, well, timing.
— Ep 10 —
"U...Um...I-I'm Akemi...Homura..."
Shy, twinbraids Homura stood fidgeting before the class, more nervous than a camera-shy Ume-sensei surrounded by a pack of fat otaku all holding their cells out and trying to take her picture. She wished she'd thought to go pee before coming to be introduced to her new class. A few minutes earlier the feeling in her bladder had been tolerable, but now she had to go badly.
I hope Sensei will let me be excused just for a couple of minutes, even though I just got here, she thought, fumbling with her bag while Kazuko fell into a rant:
"Akemi-san was in the hospital for a long time due to problems with her heart. Hmph...it sure would be wonderful if hospitals could cure more than just physical problems with the heart, wouldn't it, class? I know a few certain individuals who could sure use a lengthy hospital stay to cure their heart problems...!"
Relax. That wasn't meant to be funny. The whole class cringed with Not-This-Shit-Again expressions on their faces as Kazuko blathered on. Half the kids (including Sayaka) wanted to shoot themselves in the head to put themselves out of Kazuko's misery. The other half (including Madoka and Hitomi), more wisely, just wanted to shoot Kazuko.
Meanwhile, Homura was trying to keep herself from doing the Pee Dance. I don't think I can hold it until break...it's almost coming out as it is...!
A momentary pause in Kazuko's yapping prompted Homura to ask for relief.
"Um, Sensei—"
"So everyone, make sure you help Akemi-san out, okay?" Kazuko said heartily, giving Homura a final thump on the back — hard.
"Wah!"
Not only did that make Homura stumble, but also the shock of being suddenly thwacked by the teacher gave her urethral sphincter the heebie-jeebies, and the next thing everyone in the classroom heard was the soothing, meditative sound of a golden Japanese waterfall splashing onto the floor.
"Oh no!" cried Homura.
"Oh my!" cried Kazuko.
"Oh shit!" cried the boy sitting closest to Homura, picking his feet up off the floor and backing away in his seat.
"Oh god that's hot‼" cried Sayaka, rising in her seat and sprouting a nosebleed.
Most of the class let out cries of general shock and alarm while a few perverts (including Sayaka) clapped and cheered her on. Homura cowered and hid her face, trying to stop the flow. In the end it was Madoka who came to her rescue that morning, offering to take her to the nurse's office to get her cleaned up.
Huh. Guess that would make it a Morning R—
Nah...won't say it. Too derpy.
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"My name is Kaname Madoka, but you can call me Madoka," she said cheerfully as she led Homura down the hall. "May I call you Homura-chan?"
Tearful Homura waddled uncomfortably along, soaked to the loins. She was sure she stunk, too. She was correct.
"I...haven't been called by my first name very much...snif...It's a really weird name..." she said through sobs. She clutched the handkerchief Madoka had lent her, recalling Madoka's comforting "There, there" words and pat-pat on her shoulder from when Madoka had gently led her out of the classroom in a moment full of d'awww. If humiliated girls who had peed in public can be considered an element of d'awww, that is.
"Eh? That's not true," Madoka said with sparkle. "It feels really exciting and cool! And it kinda reminds me of baseball for some reason..."
Fucking hurr.
Why is she being so nice to me? Homura wondered. Don't worry, Homu. In this pervy parody, there's a reason beyond lol-happy-girl for Mado's niceties.
The girls arrived at the nurse's office. Stuck on the door was a note scribbled in flustered handwriting addressed to "Kaname-san", which Madoka snatched off the door and pocketed before Homura could notice it.
"Here we are. Please come in," said Madoka, and the two stepped inside. No one else was around. Soon Homura had stepped behind a privacy partition next to the beds and began stripping off her wet clothes—
—while Madoka quietly closed and locked the door.
Homura tried to fill the awkward moment with some polite yackety-shmackety. "U-Um...th-thank you for coming here with me," she said clumsily.
Ehehe...that's the idea, Madoka giggled to herself, running her eyes up and down Homura's faint silhouette. Aloud, she said, "No problem! Let me see if I can find something to dry you off with..."
While Madoka went digging through some cabinets, she cast a quick glance at the note from the door:
» Kaname-san—
I give up. You and Tomoe-san do as you like in my office. Just PLEASE clean up after your own body fluids. I don't want to find my chair and desk all sticky again!
—Amahara-sensei «
Madoka grinned. Oops...I must've made Mami-san squirt farther than I thought, last time we were here, she thought.
Meanwhile, Homura had finished removing her stockings and panties and was now standing stiffly in place, feeling rather drafty.
"Uh...K-Kaname-san? What should I do with...?" She trailed off.
"Hm? You mean your wet clothes? Oh, you can just give them to me."
"EHH!⁇ B-But...they're...!"
Finding a soft blanket that would make do as an improvised towel, Madoka walked up and poked her head around the partition. Homura twitched.
"Hii—!"
Madoka's clitoris twitched, too, at the sight of Homura's bare legs and the pee-soaked underclothes she clutched nervously in her hands. She's naked under that skirt, her hormones whispered to her.
"It's all right, it's all right," Madoka said brightly, putting the blanket on a bed and offering her hand for the wet things. "I'm the class health monitor, after all. I deal with this kind of thing all the time," she lied, while showing the cutest smile.
"Er...um...well...i-if you're sure..."
Homura hesitatingly handed them over. Why does Kaname-san look so happy? she wondered as Madoka eagerly took them.
"Thanks! Oh, but your skirt! Didn't it get wet, too?"
"Eh? Um. Yeah. A little. But it's all right, I can—"
"Come on then, we've gotta get that off you too!" she said, setting the clothes aside and taking Homura by the hand.
"EEH?⁉ B-B-But, but, then what will I—⁇"
"Don't worry, I have an idea," said Madoka, tugging the reluctant Homura toward the side of a bed. "Here, lay down for a minute."
Homura didn't feel good about this. Still, she lay down as Madoka directed. Such a polite, complaisant, gonna-get-herself-raped Japanese girl.
Madoka took the blanket and shook it open, then spread it out over Homura. Soon as the blanket was down, Madoka reached underneath it and whisked Homura's skirt right off of her.
"Waah!" Homura squealed, clamping her legs shut.
"There. This way you're still covered...and, uh...so you won't..."
Madoka trailed off, her eyes wandering to the wet panties and stockings. Suddenly, almost desperately, she grabbed them and put them and the skirt right to her nose and inhaled deeply.
Homura freaked. "K-K-Ka-Kaname-san! Wha-wha-what are you doing?⁉"
Madoka inhaled again, then let out a long, lusty sigh.
"Ehehe...sorry, I couldn't help myself," she said, looking half-drugged. She dropped the clothes and eyed Homura hungrily.
"It's just that..."
She suddenly hopped up onto the bed and straddled Homura, planting her palms down on either side of Homura's shoulders.
"...I like peeing girls too," she said, gazing straight into Homura's eyes, a gob of drool running down from her sweet smile. "Though I'm not so boorish as to go announcing it to everyone in the class, you know?"
Homura quivered beneath Madoka, thinking that she'd never before heard a girl her own age use the word 'boorish' in conversation. She thoughtfully said "Hgkh—!" in response.
"Oh, but your legs are still damp," Madoka murmured predatorily. "Here, let me help you dry them off..."
Moving herself further down Homura's body, she began patting, rubbing, caressing Homura's legs through the blanket. Homura made a lot of odd whimpery noises as she felt her legs getting somewhat drier while Madoka busied herself with the task.
"Okay, now let's spread your legs a bit," Madoka said finally, gently prying Homura open. She started in on Homura's inner thighs and pelvic region.
"K-Kaname-san! You really don't have to—!"
"There...doesn't that feel good?" said Madoka, her palms stroking Homura evenly, tenderly.
"Um...but...!"
"Be honest, now~❤"
"I...I dunno..."
It did feel somewhat nice to be lying half-naked under a warm blanket, beneath this girl with her sweet voice and her gentle hands wandering over places that no one had ever touched her before. Not to mention that Madoka was not unpleasant to look at, for a girl. If it weren't for that sunny cheerful face and those poofy pink twintails, Homura wondered if she'd be screaming for help right about now.
Still, this was way too embarrassing.
And Homura's heart was doki-doki'ing hard.
And for her, not being long out of the hospital, doki-dokis were not a good thing.
Madoka spoke again, softly. "Say, Homura-chan...have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Eh⁉ Um...no...but...why-why do you ask?"
Duh, Homu.
Madoka slithered herself up to Homura until their faces were almost touching. Homura could feel the heat coming off the pink girl's face. And was that a knee being pressed between her legs?
"...Wanna try it?" she breathed, smiling cutely as ever.
Forget doki-dokis, Homura's heart was now thudding crazily in her chest.
She had to turn her face away. "Kaname-san...please! M-my heart...!"
Madoka glanced down and saw that Homura had put a hand to her chest. The sight quickly sobered her up from her horniness.
"Eh?...EHHH⁇ Oh no! I'm sorry, Homura-chan!" Straightaway she got off of Homura and hurried about the nurse's office, searching for whatever she could think of that might help. Shortly she returned with a damp washcloth, a cup of water and a bottle with Homura's name on it, which she'd found in the cabinet where the students' medications were kept (which was also kept locked, by the way, but she and Mami could easily pick it...which they'd done lots of times in hopes of finding powerful stimulants or narcotic painkillers to have fun with, but alas, kids their age generally didn't get prescribed those). Homura downed a dose and Madoka had her lay down, then gently began wiping her face with the washcloth, hoping it would help relax her.
A few minutes later Madoka was sitting quietly beside Homura, holding her hand. Homura seemed calmer now, resting with her eyes closed.
"Are you feeling better?" Madoka said at last.
"Yeah...I think so..."
"Thank goodness. I'm really sorry. Ehehe, I guess I tried too hard," she said with an embarrassed blush.
Something's probably wro-o-o-ong with that cutesy display of innocence, but the writer couldn't quite put his nail-bitten finger on it. And neither could Homura. Nevertheless, Madoka encouraged her to rest for as long as she needed, and she took Homura's wet things and rinsed and wrung out her panties and stockings (after giving them one last farewell sniff), and also spot-washed the pee spots on her skirt. She then left Homura's clothes folded neatly on the chair beside the bed, along with a fresh clean pair of Mami's panties (which she often carried as spares for similar situations between her and Mami, while Mami likewise often carried a pair of Madoka's, ain't they sweet?), and returned to class. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Sensei what happened," she said vaguely just before she left.
Surely she's gonna leave out a few details⁇ Homura worried in the following silence.
Duh, Homu.
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'Homura-chan...you wanna try it?'
Homura replayed Madoka's voice in her head as she tromped along, downcast, under the reddening sky.
I can't do that. I'm too afraid. And my body's too weak...
She gazed at the sidewalk passing beneath her feet, thinking about Madoka happily kissing lots of other girls while she sat alone in a corner.
I'm always too afraid...and my body's always too weak. Will I be like this forever?
'Yep...forever alone, that'll be you,' said another voice inside her head. 'Maybe you're just better off dead, eh?'
...Maybe so.
'Yeah, you're better off dead. Unless you WANT to end up lonely and depraved, nurturing weird fetishes like fapping to poopy diaper hentai or getting off from smelling your own farts!'
Smelling...my own...
Suddenly she noticed that the scenery about her had changed. "Wh-Where am I?" she murmured as an angry-looking Arc de Triomphe raised itself into existence under the blood-red Starry Night. Artsy familiars in sepia lurched out from it like the Triplets of Belleville on buttloads of acid.
"No!"
Homura stumbled and fell backwards according to script, and according to script dem familiars lumbered ever closer to her—
—when suddenly, a salvo of golden blasts from magical bazookas ripped through the air — yeah, bazookas — and a pink shower of Xs like sharp shuriken danced about, flying like sakura leaves in the wind. The familiars were subsequently kablooied, and blah blah blah, and let's just skip to the point:
Yuno and Miyako of Hidamarisou stood smiling before Homura, decked out in full magical girl frilliness. Homura gaped at them with a face full of WUT DA HELL.
"Who are YOU people⁉"
"My name's Miyako, first year art student at Yamabuki High, and, Magical Girl!" Miyako said proudly. "And this here is Yunocchi—"
"M-Miya-chan! We were supposed to keep this a secret!" Yuno stammered in her Yuno-ish way.
"Eh?"
Yuno sighed. "Oh well...um, just don't tell anyone at Yamabuki, okay?" she said to Homura, before pulling out an array of deadly glowing Xs from the sides of her hair. Elegantly she tossed them through the air, sticking them all over Izabel. Miyako flung the twin bazookas off of her shoulders and summoned forth her Big Bazooka.
"GELATO FINALE!"
A tasty scoop of cold, golden destruction smashed through Izabel with a brain-freezing kaboom. Meanwhile, somebody, somewhere has now stopped reading this fic, finding this Hidamari Sketch twist too retarded for words. For the rest of you who have a high tolerance for stupid, however, have a random silly word: bliffenstimmers. It's googleable, too.
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Later, over in Apartment 201...
"So you guys fight those scary things?" said Homura.
She, Yuno, Miyako and Sae were all gathered around Yuno's table, a cup of tea set before each of them. Hiro was in Yuno's kitchen, cutting up strawberry cake and setting out slices on plates for everyone. Wait, shouldn't Yuno be doing that? It's her apartment, so she should be the one showing the hospitali — meh. Hiro just likes being the mommy.
"Ehhh, they're not that scary," said Miyako, holding her hands behind her head, perfectly at ease.
Yuno sweatdropped. "Miya-chan, we can only say that because we've seen lots of witches," she grinned. "I'm sure it was pretty scary for Akemi-san."
Sae nodded. "Yep. But after a while, you just get used to it."
"I don't think I could ever get used to seeing cursed things like that. Witches just sound so terrible and cruel," Homura shivered.
"Ahahaha! It's not as bad as all that," laughed Sae. "It depends on the witch, really. Many of them are just kind of...misunderstood. But the more you know about them, the less you fear them."
Yuno piped up. "Yeah! And some witches are actually really good cooks!" she beamed.
"...Eh?" said Homu, as if someone had just told her Cat Soup was just a fanciful show about two kittens going on an adventure.
Just then Hiro walked up, carrying a tray and blushing visibly. "Ehehe, Yuno-san..." she said vaguely, setting the trayful of cake down on the table.
"Waaaai~! Cake!" cheered Miyako.
"Everyone, please enjoy it," Hiro then said pleasantly. As cakes and forks were passed around, she momentarily excused herself and thumped back to the kitchen, then began putting the rest of the cake away.
Suddenly, Yuno's door was kicked open by a bright red shoe with frilly laces. Madoka and Mami stormed into 201, transformed and with weapons drawn.
"Ara?" said Hiro, standing right in their way at Yuno's countertop.
Madoka twanged a pink missile right between those twin hair buns. Hiro's head exploded. But instead of bursting in a mass of blood, long and pale wriggling things flew out of it, along with a watery fluid the color of miso soup.
"KYAAAAAAAAA!"
Homura screamed like a girl — hurf le durf — and leapt onto the table. The pale wriggling things were now squirming crazily all over the floor. Yuno and Miyako jumped to their feet with determined faces and quickly transformed. Miyako got in too much of a hurry and ended up with her costume on backwards. It was rather tight in the chest and loose in the back.
"GYAAAAHH!"
Sae leapt up with a cry and charged at Madoka and Mami. Mami blasted her arm off at the shoulder. Looseleaf pages gushed forth from where Sae's shoulder had been, covered in hand-written witch runes chronicling the latest installment of a tale of eldritch romance. The pages formed a gigantic origami fist, raised high. Madoka and Mami dodged just as the fist came crashing down.
Yuno launched a barrage of pink glowing Xs at Madoka. Madoka let fly a multi-shot that took out every X with perfect accuracy. In a blink she had fired another arrow straight at Yuno; Yuno deflected the shot with a magical sketchpad.
Meanwhile, Mami was blasting holes in Sae's body, but Sae seemed resilient, though she was more paper than human now. Sae cast forth many tendrils of paper all at once, intent on shredding Mami with a thousand paper cuts. Mami leapt high and avoided the attack, but ran out of vertical clearance. Her boobs gave a mighty boyoing as her head smacked the ceiling.
"Ow!"
Over at the table, Homura's squealing was reaching ear-piercing levels as the pale wriggling things had clumped themselves together and were clambering on top of the table. They then flung themselves at Homura, glomping themselves stickily all over her legs.
"NO! NOOOO!"
But what really ratcheted up Homura's ZOMGWTF meter was watching Miyako grab a fistful of the writhing things, and then, happily stuff them into her mouth.
"Blgkh!" said Homura, about to vomit.
"What?" said the munching Miyako. "It's just udon."
Canned_Laughter . mp3.
Indeed, Homura had failed to notice how noodle-like the things were, but before she could scream 'I've never heard of udon that MOVES!', a fiery blast ripped through Paper Sae, and Mami charged on forward. Flinging aside the spent rifle, she whipped out a golden ribbon and instantly bound Miyako hand and foot.
"Wah!"
"Kaname-san!" Mami called out.
"Hai!" Madoka answered. Dodging a stray X, she rushed toward them, firing another multi-shot at Yuno, who defended herself with a wall of sketch pages from her pad. Madoka did a double-take as she saw one or two sketches that looked like BL. Yuno flung another salvo of Xs, but this time at Mami, who simply cast forth a ballooning ribbon that intercepted them all, then wrapped itself about Yuno and bound both her and her Xs just like she'd bound Miyako.
Firing a pair of rifles straight from underneath her skirt, Mami then blew out Yuno's balcony doors. Madoka grabbed the frightened Homura and leapt out onto the balcony. Mami was about to follow when her ankle suddenly went out from under her.
"Mami-san!"
Madoka had twisted about and seen that a huge and hideous tentacle of udon sprouting from Hiro's headless neck had grabbed Mami by the ankle and was now dangling her in midair. It then slammed her down breasts-first onto the cakes and tea cups on the table.
"Guh!"
Madoka immediately shot a powerful missile at the tentacle, blasting it apart. Hiro staggered back. Mami struggled to her feet and, seeing a teacup still standing, took a brief moment to sample it. Hiro recovered herself and began vomiting forth more wheaty nastiness from her neck, but just then, Mami spat the tea out from her lips.
"Your tea sucks," she said coldly, wiping her mouth. She tossed the teacup onto the floor.
Hiro stopped. "EEEEEEHHH⁉" she cried, but to Mami's ears Hiro's wail sounded more like mice being mulched in a garbage disposal.
"Hey! How rude!" Miyako bellowed. Yuno seconded, declaring, "Yeah! You're gonna make Hiro-san cry!" And indeed, Hiro's hands shakily went up to her quivering tentacles and she began making sounds that Mami guessed was supposed to be sobbing, though she found it hard to feel sympathy when the sickening sobs reminded her of old dogs barfing.
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Madoka carried Homura under one arm as she and Mami fled the scene, leaping from building to building.
"What were those things⁉" a panic-stricken Homura cried.
"Witches," said Madoka.
"EEEHH⁉ But...! How...? I thought that...! W-What about those other two girls? Are they really magical girls⁇"
"Yes. But they're allied with the witches. They're dangerous — don't trust them."
"B-But...aren't witches supposed to live in a maze or something? Yuno-san and Miyako-san told me that witches ...um...I mean..." Homura said, trailing off.
"You were caught in a witch maze just now," Mami answered.
"EH⁉"
Madoka and Mami alighted on the rooftop of a love hotel they'd once snuck into together for an overnight rest. "Look back," Madoka directed, pointing toward Hidamarisou.
Homura gasped. The apartment building was nothing but an abandoned, dilapidated wreck.
"But...it wasn't like that when...when they first brought me...wh...what's going on⁇"
Mami sighed, and the sad, melancholic melody of Conturbatio from the Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST, Vol. 1, began to play. Homura's eyes momentarily wandered about, wondering to herself where the music was coming from. "From all I've heard," Mami began, "Hidamarisou used to be a nice place to live for high school girls who were enrolled in the arts program at Yamabuki High. It had a bit of an odd reputation, but it was close to school, and the landlady was easy to get along with. Yuno-san and Miyako-san were magical girls like us, back then. They hunted witches and spread love and hope. And they usually brought along tea and cookies, too.
"But one day...all of that had changed. Something bad must have happened to them, though I don't know what. But they became twisted and corrupt. They stopped fighting the witches and started fighting other magical girls instead. They even killed the landlady and took over the apartment building. And the tea and cookies stopped coming."
"No way..."
"Way."
Madoka clapped her cell shut, and the soundtrack music stopped abruptly. "Stop that, Mami-san. That kind of response is very outdated," she said.
"Sorry. You're right, Kaname-san. Play that music again though, would you?"
Madoka opened her cell, and the soundtrack music resumed from her cell's speaker.
"I'd still like to know how you got FLAC rips of the soundtrack two months ahead of the BD release date, Mami said with a twinge of jealousy.
"Privileges of being the title character, tee-hee," Madoka grinned with teeth.
"Anyway Akemi-san, those two are firmly on the side of the witches now," Mami went on. "I hate to say it, but we have to treat them as enemies. One time I even heard a rumor that there were once other magical girls also living at Hidamarisou. But I never got to meet them, or even learn what happened to them. For all I know, Yuno-san and Miyako-san may have killed those other girls as well."
"I wish I had known them when they were good," said Madoka.
"They wouldn't have screwed you, though. They were asexual back then."
"I know," Madoka sighed. "But now, the way they are..." She trailed off, giving a slight shudder.
"But...I don't understand..." Homura whimpered. "They were so nice and hospitable to me..."
"That's because they're complete psychopaths," Mami said. She laid a hand on Homura's shoulder. "If we hadn't rescued you, by now they might be torturing you for fun, or chopping you up while you were still alive and feeding you to their witch friends, like they've done to other girls. All the while chit-chatting about this and that like it was just another normal day. They think evil is moe."
"Or they might be raping you with their boy parts," Madoka said with some disgust.
Homura's eyes widened. "B...B-Boy parts⁉ Wh-What do you mean⁇"
Madoka gave a sidelong look at Homura. "You do know what a futanari is, don't you?"
"A futa-what?"
"Oh dear," Mami said.
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And when they finally told her, Homura felt another piece of her innocence die horribly.
She stared blankly at the tea and cake before her, seated across from Mami and Madoka in the living room of Mami's apartment. The tea and cake looked to be much higher quality than what she'd been offered in Yuno's small apartment. But still, she couldn't bring herself to eat or drink.
"Something still doesn't make sense though," she mumbled. "If Yuno-san and Miyako-san are on the witches' side, why did they destroy that one witch that was trying to kill me?"
"That is odd," said Mami. "I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that one."
Zipping on over to Hidamarisou — and the reader may perhaps imagine one of those zip pans in cartoons where a bunch of blurry crap flies across the screen while a fluttery woodle-woodle-woodle sound effect plays...okay, so that doesn't work as well in a non-visual medium such as this —
"Well, if nothing else, at least we blew up Izabel," Miyako said happily as she chowed on convenience store snacks. The four were seated around Yuno's table with an assload of snacks spread between them, courtesy of BerryMart. Actually, courtesy of BerryMart from when Yuno and Miyako had looted the place after torturing the kindly shopkeeper throughout the night with their magic until she had gone insane.
Yuno, however, looked a bit glum. "I still wish we could have Befriended her though," she said, resting her chin in her hands.
"We did try, Yuno," said Sae. "But there are some entities of horror and despair that you just can't Befriend."
"Eeeehhh⁈" Miyako grumbled. "I wouldn't have wanted to Befriend her. All she ever did was insult our artwork, when she herself was always just copying from other famous works of art!"
"I still remember the one time when she called me a fat, uncultured philistine!" Hiro pouted, stuffing a whole piece of daifuku in her mouth.
Miyako flared. "What⁈ How dare she call you uncultured!"
'Hwooooo' went the wind outside.
Four seconds later, Miyako was nursing a bump on her head as a thick tentacle of udon retracted itself back into place and became Hiro's arm again.
Zipping on back to Mami's apartment — woodle-woodle-woodle —
"Are you sure you don't want to stay and join us, Homura-chan?" Madoka said to Homura sometime later. She smiled sweetly as she knelt on the floor, crouched over Mami while Mami lay on her back. Mami's top was already shed and her undershirt and bra pried open, with one plump and yummy breast bared. Madoka then lowered her lips to it and kissed and sucked on the nipple. Mami moaned contentedly, closing her eyes and running her fingers through Madoka's poofy twintails.
"U-U-U-Um, n-n-n-n-no, no I-I'm fine, ahaha!" stammered Homura, schoolbag in hand and preparing to leave. "Y-You two go on and have, um...fun without me. But, thank you so much for having me over!" She gave a quick bow. "I-I'll see you guys at school tomorrow!"
"Okuh...sfhee youf," said Madoka through a mouthful of boob.
"...hah...See you later, Akemi-sa-ahhn!" breathed Mami as Madoka tugged with her lips.
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If only Kaname-san had asked me if I wanted to try a kiss, like she did before, Homura thought on her way home. Maybe...just maybe I might have tried it this time. But...n-n-no way am I ready for THAT yet! she added, recalling with a shiver Madoka's mouth planted on Mami's breasticle.
Still, it felt nice to have been Befriended by two magical girls who went to her school. ...And maybe someday...maybe someday I can even be ready for more than just trying a kiss...ahh! Wh-What am I saying⁇ Sigh. I guess...I guess for now, just wait for me, Kaname-san. Wait for me. And perhaps one day...
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Walpurgis Night.
Three magical girls lay dead, sprawled out beneath the black sky. Yuno...Miyako...Mami. Yuno's and Miyako's clothes had been torn to almost nothing in the heat of their final battle against Mami and Madoka. Yet in the end, it was the Walpurgis Night who had merely shrugged her gears at the curious scene of magical girls fighting magical girls and slaughtered them all anyway. Homura gave a shudder as she looked upon Yuno's and Miyako's exposed bodies. She quickly turned her eyes away.
"Th...They really do have boy parts...!" she squeaked.
"If only they had fought on our side, even as they were," Madoka said solemnly. "The Walpurgis Night was no friend of theirs. Well, I'm off to protect everyone at the cost of my own life, then. Look after Takkun for me, will ya? Offer to babysit him once in a while for my parents. But don't feed him too much broccoli. It gives him the farts."
"But you can't stop that thing! It's hopeless!"
"Ten thousand yen says I can," Madoka smiled. She held up a crispy Fukuzawa-san.
"I don't want to make bets on your life!" Homura sobbed.
"Aw, come on. This'll buy an assload of Morning Rescue."
"What's the point of betting if you know you're going to die⁈"
"True. You've got me there." Madoka symbolically let go of the bill and it flew off with the wind. Off in the distance, Kyuubey greedily snapped it up in midair, also symbolically.
"Please...let's run away."
"Homura-chan...I'm glad I could be friends with you—"
"No! Don't go, Kaname-san!"
And interrupting her parting words, Homura rushed up to Madoka and planted a wet one right on her smacker. She squeezed Madoka tightly as their tongues explored each other's mouths, their saliva mixing and sloshing about erotically. If sloshing saliva can be called erotic.
Spit-stringies trailed from their lips as they finally parted and came up for air.
"...hah...Homura-chan, you finally kissed me...I'm so happy..."
"Kaname-san...snif...sob..."
"It's too bad we never got a chance to screw," Madoka said, turning to go. "...Fap when you think of me. Take care."
She flew away.
"KANAME-SAAAAN!"
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"I want to relive meeting her for the first time again!"
Homura wept, clutching her friend's dead hand and pleading with Kyuubey.
"Only this time...I want to screw Kaname-san!"
"Yare yare," Kyuubey shrugged. "I'm glad my species doesn't have hormones...we don't have to deal with urges like this..."
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Timeline #2.
Morning time again at Mitakihara Middle School in Saotome-sensei's homeroom.
Homura hopped on into class eagerly as Kazuko invited her to come in. Her eyes quickly went to a familiar desk, scarcely able to wait to see and speak with the girl in pink poofy twintails whose warm butt had always sat there.
"Okay! Try introducing yourself to every—"
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Kazuko was cut short by a piercing scream from Homura's throat. Though all Homura could do after that was point with a frightened, quivering finger.
"Akemi-san? What's wrong?" said Kazuko.
Homura finally found her voice. "...Y...You! YOU! What are you doing here⁈"
Over in the desk where Madoka used to sit, Yuno blinked back at Homura with confused, moe-filled eyes.
"M-Me?" Yuno squirmed.
Homura whirled to face Kazuko. "What is SHE doing here⁈" she cried. "Where's Kaname-san⁇"
"Who?"
"Kaname Madoka! Cute girl, pink poofy twintails, a lesbian and a pervert who likes to sniff pee and who's the health officer for this class!"
"Uhhhh, w-we don't have a Kaname-san in our class," said Kazuko, smiling politely.
No, this isn't suddenly fucking Disappearance of What's-Her-Face. Though Homura did bolt out of the classroom in a panic and race down the halls, heading to check on Mami's homeroom class. And when Miyako's face turned to meet hers from Mami's desk as Homura pounded the glass, she let out another scream and tore off, almost peeing herself again as she ran.
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This is all wrong...this is all wrong! What happened to Kaname-san and Tomoe-san⁇ Where are they⁈ Kyuubey...Kyuubey!
But Kyuubey didn't answer her thoughts. He was too busy sleeping off another hangover with Ume-sensei upon the rooftop of Hidamarisou.
Speaking of which, Homura eventually decided to head there after wandering directionlessly for some time, not knowing what else to do or where else to go.
Maybe they've just switched places? But...what if the apartment building's abandoned, like last time? Please don't let it be abandoned! Please be there...Kaname-san, Tomoe-san! I'll gladly pee for you both again...! Just please be there!
At this point the writer considered keeping the reader in some semblance of suspense by describing Homura's approach toward Hidamarisou, and her tense knocking at 201. But then the writer thought, fuck it, this fic's getting too long already, let's just cut to the chase:
Homura gasped a happy gasp of joy. Finding the door to 201 unlocked, she had let herself in and found Madoka and Mami, naked, curled up in each other's arms on Madoka's bed, fast asleep. D'awww.
"Kaname-san!" Homura cried, so glad to see Madoka that she couldn't hold back from hugging Madoka's shoulders. Homura buried her nose in those poofy twintails and took a deep whiff of Madoka's dandruff.
Madoka stirred. She turned her head and looked up blearily into Homura's face. It took a moment before she suddenly snapped to full alertness.
"WAUGH! Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you⁈?" she yelped, scrambling away from Homura and throwing a bedsheet splotched with sticky wet spots over herself and Mami. A couple of still-moist dildoes rolled off the bed from her jostling and bonked onto the floor.
Mami then awoke next. Her eyes fluttered open and fell on Homura. She smiled.
"Ara? We have a visitor?"
Just then, a few sharp knocks came on Madoka's door. A girl's voice called to them from outside.
"O-o-o-o-i! Madoka! Mami-san! Did you get your lazy butts out of bed yet⁈"
"Sayaka-chan..." said Madoka.
"Two visitors, it seems," added Mami.
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Dressed in high school girls' uniforms for the Yamabuki arts program, Sayaka and Madoka sat on opposite sides of Mami's table in 202, with Homura sitting in between. Homura was surprised to see that Sayaka wore glasses this time around, similar in style to her own. Naturally, as the resident of 102, the glasses were a must on Sayaka. Sayaka chowed on a bento while Mami was in her kitchen, preparing a quick lunch for Madoka, Homura and herself.
"Geez! It's lunchtime already!" groaned Sayaka. "Were you guys gonna sleep naked the whole day⁈"
The girls usually didn't come home to eat lunch on schooldays, but Sayaka had complained that she felt compelled to come check on them, knowing that Madoka and Mami were only skipping school because they had been "up really late" last night. So she had come to prod them into attending their afternoon classes, at least.
"Maybe not sleep, ehehe...but being naked the whole day sounds nice..." smiled Mami.
Mami herself was still mostly naked, by the way. She stood in the kitchen busily chopping something, wearing nothing but an apron. Madoka was staring at her, utterly transfixed and drooling.
Mami turned to Madoka and Homura, and smiled. "It'll be just a couple more minutes, okay?" she called kindly over her bare shoulder.
Sayaka rolled her eyes. "At least put some clothes on, will ya? Or Madoka's gonna start fapping at the table again." She stuffed more omelet into her mouth, noticing how Madoka's hands were already wandering beneath her skirt.
Homura was feeling a touch of disappoint. She wished Madoka could be in the apron. Or better yet, she wondered if Madoka would fap to her if she herself were in the apron.
I wonder if my butt is pretty, she thought.
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"Still, Homura-chan...that's so cool that you're a magical girl!"
Madoka's face beamed with sugoi as she praised Homura. Their bowls and glasses were mostly empty now; Mami's lunch had been scrumdiddly. Mami had also finally decided to get herself dressed for school. As Mami had been putting her clothes on, Homura had recognized with a bit of a start the very same panties that Madoka had lent her in the previous timeline.
"I suppose so...though I don't understand why none of you are," said Homura. "I mean...I was really looking forward to working with you guys."
"Meh. Nothing cool ever happens to us in this timeline," said Sayaka. "It'd be nice if I didn't have to wear glasses though, like the other me you knew."
Sayaka, Madoka and Mami continued to chit-chat back and forth for a bit, and Homura's mind began to wander. Everything may not have turned out as she expected, but in this timeline, since Madoka was no longer a magical girl, that would mean...
...She's safe now. She won't have to fight the witches anymore. She won't die.
As that realization grew within her, Homura's eyeballs began tearing up. Cute little choked sobs began escaping her throat. The other girls stopped and turned to her.
"Akemi-san?"
"Homura-chan? What's wrong?"
Homura suddenly lurched forward and hugged Madoka by the shoulders. "Kaname-saaan! I'm so happy! I'm glad you're safe and alive and well!" Those cute little choked sobs suddenly became loud, goofy-sounding ones.
Madoka wasn't quite sure what to do. "Uhhhh...I-I'm glad I'm safe and alive and well, too," she said awkwardly.
"Kaname-san...there's something I want to ask you," Homura blubbered. "Y...You're pretty open about being a lesbian and a pervert, right?"
Madoka blushed a little. "Um, well, yeah...but when you put it so bluntly like that, it's kinda..."
"Then please! Would you consider letting me...letting me...um...j-join you in your happy girlsex love circle? I-I know you haven't known me very long in this timeline, but, um, I'm sure we will get along well together! I'm not very experienced, but I'll try very hard!"
She gave a bow, much as she could while still crying on Madoka's uniform. Madoka herself wasn't exactly sure what "happy girlsex love circle" was supposed to mean, but she knew well enough when a girl was begging for a screw.
"Well let me see..." said Madoka. "Let me check something first...by the way, are those just stockings you're wearing or is it hose?"
"Hose."
"Could you pull it down a little bit?"
"Eh⁈ Um..."
Without argument, Homura did as she was asked, feeling excited and scared at the same time.
Does she want to do something already? I didn't think it would be so soo—
All at once, Madoka pushed Homura to the floor. Not roughly, though her hand was firm. Homura didn't have time to think before she felt two fingers pry her panties aside and stick into her vagina. It brought a squeal out of her.
"HII!"
So sudden!
Madoka's fingers were only in for a moment, though. Lifting them to her lips, she sucked on her middle finger, sampling Homura's moisture with all the air of a connoisseur.
"Mami-san?"
She then held out her index to Mami, who sucked upon it pensively. After a few moments of silent reflection, they looked at each other and nodded. They both then turned to Homura and smiled. Madoka gave her a thumbs up.
"Congratulations. They'll happily fuck your vag now," Sayaka said rather blandly.
Homura grinned and laughed a small giddy laugh. This was turning out better and better. In her heart she gave a quick praise to Kyuubey and his magical soul-ripping voodoo rings. Though she didn't quite phrase it that way.
"Oh! But, Miki-san..." Homura wondered, pulling her hose back up. "Are you, uh...with Kaname-san and Tomoe-san, too?"
"Nope. I like the menfolk." She turned to Madoka and Mami. "Now c'mon, you two! We're gonna be late for class!"
They agreed to let Homura stay the afternoon in Madoka's room, seeing as she wasn't ready to return to her own school yet, not after all that had happened today. While arranging that, Homura had made a random comment that it sure would be nice if she could live at Hidamarisou too. Being that she lived alone already, she'd be free to move. Mami did note that three of the rooms were currently vacant, but as for moving in—
"You'll have to talk to the landlady," she said.
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"Eeeehhh? You wanna move in?" said Kyouko.
Homura clasped her hands together. "May I?"
The five of them stood on the sidewalk beside Hidamarisou later that evening. Kyouko jammed her Pocky stick into her mouth and chewed it up, then immediately took out another and stuck it between her lips.
"But, you don't go to Yamabuki," Kyouko said, eyeballing Homura's uniform. "Why do you wanna live here?"
"Well, actually, I'm transferring to Yamabuki."
Three girls behind Homura suddenly blared "EEEEHHH⁈"
"What's with them going 'Eeehh' like that?" said Kyouko to Homura.
"Er, well, they're just a little...surprised, ehehe."
"Hm. And what about your parents?"
"I live alone."
"A transfer student, huh..." Kyouko said after a brief pause. "Hold on...let me walk away a few paces and stare thoughtfully into the sky while I think about this a minute..."
And off she went to walk away a few paces and stare thoughtfully into the sky while she thought about it a minute. Ba-dum-pum. She also started downing a lot more Pocky sticks for some reason.
"She's really the landlady?" Homura said to Madoka. "She looks like she's our age..."
"Sshh! She is our age," Madoka whispered back. "Her father used to be the landlord. But one day he went wacky and killed her mother and then himself. Tried to kill her too, but she escaped. So the building passed down to her...so tragic, sob..."
Madoka actually said the word 'sob'. Meanwhile, Homura heard Kyouko give a meaty belch and observed her scratching her butt. She considered that Kyouko didn't exactly fit with the 'tragic' image.
"Akemi-san, how will you attend Yamabuki?" whispered Mami. "You're still a middle-schooler. Unless you're some kind of prodigy I don't think they would admit you."
"M-Maybe I can figure something out using my magic..." said Homura.
"Even if you manage that," hissed Sayaka, "do you have any artistic talent? If you're gonna attend Yamabuki, you have to go with the Arts program! The Gen Ed program is for faggots!"
"Ummm..."
Kyouko returned, however, before such plotholes could be glossed over. On the other hand, a plothole would imply that this fic actually has a plot.
"Damn, these things just don't hold off the cravings," Kyouko said, eyeing her nearly empty Pocky box. "Sometimes you just gotta have a smoke, you know?"
The other girls looked blankly at her. No. They didn't know.
"Well, anyway, so long as you can pay the rent, Akemi-san, I don't have a problem with it. Just gimme a day or two to get a room cleaned up and you can move in when you're ready."
"Yatta!" cried Homura and Madoka together, cutely grabbing each other's hands and giggling like they were suddenly elementary schoolgirls from an episode of Hamtaro or something.
Until, that is, when they locked lips and started french-kissing.
Kyouko had to turn away. Blugh...so that's the real reason why she wants to move in. Well, so much for your "No Boys" rule keeping the girls here pure, Dad. Girls these days don't mind fucking each other, heh...
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If you are still reading this, congratulations. Treat yourself to ice cream or a beer or some shit.
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Mitakihara's school administration, however, could not be confuddled into letting Homura transfer to Yamabuki, not even with her magic. Bureaucrats tend to be highly resistant to anything that does not involve paperwork that way. Har.
"Mitakihara is a top school," said the admissions counselor who had assisted Homura with re-entering school — a balding old fat guy with a face as cartoony as a Tezuka comic. "The faculty and facilities here are among the best in the prefecture. And perhaps more importantly for you, we have the best resources for handling a medical emergency of any school in the city, should anything happen to you while you're at school. Also, Yamabuki is a fine enough school, but its specialty is its arts program, so even when you graduate from middle school you really should not consider attending there unless you plan to study fine art. Because the Gen Ed program is for faggots."
Homura stood quietly in place and did a lot of blinking.
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"I'm sorry, Akemi-san, but the income you currently receive for living expenses would not cover renting an apartment of your own," a voice said to Homura over her cell, later that night. Homura sat on her bed and listened with dismay as the voice continued. "You're better off staying where you're at, since you're living there rent-free."
"I'll get a job, then!"
"You'll only hurt yourself. You can't run yourself too hard with your heart condition. Going to school and working at the same time? That'd be too much strain on your body. Besides, you're only young once. You should just enjoy your time being a student and living your school life, eh? Ohohohohoho!"
Homura didn't like the sound of those ohohohos. Later she surfed the internet for some Nanoha porn to help herself feel better, hoping Nanoha's twintails and mahou-ness would remind her of Madoka. It didn't work.
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Plopped unhappily in her seat in Kazuko's homeroom, Homura moped. This timeline was turning out to be a six-pack of suckage after all.
"I'm not feeling too good..." she murmured, half to herself.
"Eh? Is something wrong, Akemi-san?" said a small voice belonging to a small girl beside her. Homura turned to see Yuno's widefaced mug.
"If you're not feeling well, I can show you where the nurse's office is. My name's Yuno — I'm the health officer for this cla—"
Yuno's eyes suddenly bugged and she gasped for joy. "You're a magical girl, too⁇" she said, pointing excitedly at the ring adorned with witch runes on Homura's finger. She immediately brought forth her own hand, showing off a similar ring. "So am I!"
Homura made a rather creeped-out face as Yuno happily grabbed Homura's hands.
"I hope we can work hard together!" Yuno smiled.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Homura screamed, unable to cope any longer with this poor excuse of a replacement for Madoka. She transformed herself in the middle of the classroom, grabbed her shield, and—
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Timeline #3.
"Okay! Try introducing yourself to—" Kazuko began, right before she was cut off with a bellow of:
"KANAME-SAN!"
Homura stampeded up to Madoka and threw her arms around her, startling her and everyone else in homeroom.
"Kaname-san, Kaname-san!" Homura bawled. "I'm so glad you're here! I'm glad to see you! This is where you're supposed to be!"
"Er...well, th-this is my assigned seat, um, after all..." Madoka said awkwardly.
When suddenly — feh, the English language could use more phrases that work just as well as 'when suddenly' — they heard the clacking of boots running up the hall. Mami boyoing'd into the classroom in full magical girl gear, crying and utterly distraught.
"Kaname-saaan! I just found out that all magical girls eventually become witches!" she wailed. And before Homura knew what happened, Mami's golden ribbons had knocked her aside and wrapped themselves about Madoka's body, dangling Madoka in midair.
"M-Mami-san!" Madoka cried. "What are you—⁇"
Mami whipped out a rifle. You know what's coming, kiddies.
"If the Soul Gems give birth to witches, then we all have to die!"
"W-Wait! Mami-san, don't—"
The ribbons shifted and squeezed out Madoka's ring-bearing hand. Mami pulled the trigger and Madoka's soul went plooie. Madoka's body went limp as a pink sock puppet. Everyone in the classroom found this rather disconcerting.
"EEEEEEEEEE!"
"KYAAAAAAAA!"
"HEE-BEE-BEE-BEE-BEE!"
By the time Mami had flung the spent rifle aside, pulled out a fresh one, planted it to the side of her head and blasted her own Soul Gem to paradise, the whole class was in a screaming panic and running out the door. One guy hotfooted it down the halls yelling "HO-O-O-O-O CHI MINH!" for reasons that will never be known.
Madoka's body flopped to the floor as Mami's ribbons disintegrated. Homura rushed to her side.
"Kaname-san! Kaname-san!"
In life, she had enjoyed watching other girls pee themselves. In death, Kaname Madoka's final act was to wet her own panties as her bladder emptied itself for the last time.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
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Meanwhile, as Yuno and Miyako sat watching the news on TV at Hidamarisou...
"...were left in shock today after the apparent murder-suicide of two students at Mitakihara Middle School. One student managed to capture video of the tragedy on a cell phone before fleeing the scene. We want to warn you that the video is...very disturbing."
"If the Soul Gems give birth to witches, then we all have to die!"
"W-Wait! Mami-san, don't—"
Bang. Bang. Yuno yelped and covered her eyes.
"Wah! E-E-Even with the warning, why'd they show something like that on TV⁈"
"Whew. I'm glad we don't go to their school," said Miyako, fingering her own golden Soul Gem.
"Miya-chan, that's not very nice..."
"We're gonna sit out the rest of this episode," Miyako then informed the readers. "But be sure to watch for us again in the finale for Episodes 11 and 12! Waaaai~!"
"I don't think the writer's gonna include us in the finale, Miya-chan," Yuno sweatdropped.
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Timeline #4.
Homura sat across from Madoka and Mami at their favorite fast food joint for having deep conversations. By the way, ever notice how no one actually eats the food they order there in the show?
"Well, uh, I think it's great that you want to screw me," Madoka said to Homura, "but um, can't we get to know each other first? Let's fight together as magical girls for a while before we, um...take that step."
Homura felt taken aback. This was different from the Madoka she'd known before, who'd never had any qualms about screwing a girl she just met. Still, she felt she had little choice but to say:
"Okay. I understand."
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Homura lobbed her boom canister straight into Patricia's crotch. Direct hit. Critical damage.
Yet when the thread-filled maze lifted and the girls came back to their world, Homura was puzzled to see Blank White Eyes on both Madoka's and Mami's faces. Pff, "Blank White Eyes". Everything these days is a fucking trope.
"Agaa—!" Madoka and Mami ejaculated together. Once upon a time that word meant something else, so thbbt.
"W-What? Did I do something wrong?" said Homura.
"Y-Y...Y..Y-Y-Y-You blew up her crotch!" Madoka stuttered.
"Eh⁇ But...weren't we trying to destroy the witch?"
"Yeah, but still...that was her Happy Box!" Mami quivered.
Madoka and Mami both put their hands over their crotches. "Uuuu!" they shuddered together.
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Timeline #7.
"I remember when she blew up that witch's crotch with her crazy bombs," Sayaka said, swishing her cape irritably. "How do i know my crotch is not gonna get blown up next⁈"
"Sayaka-chan, we're starting to fight with each other," said Madoka, trying to calm things.
Homura hadn't wanted to do it again, but it seemed to be Patricia's weak spot. She tried to stammer out a response. "But...I was only trying to..."
She trailed off, throwing a helpless look at Madoka. This only chafed Sayaka further.
"And why are you only interested in Madoka?" she spat. "We're all lezzies here, aren't we? What's wrong with my vulva? Too stinky for you? Or do you just not like blue pubes?"
To be honest, Homura had felt uneasy ever since learning that Sayaka now liked girls this time around. She didn't not like Sayaka, but she never really thought of her as...
"No! It's not that, I—"
"Then what⁈ Or are you just trying to lure Madoka away so she can join you and that Kyouko girl⁈ You've done the nasty with her already, haven't you?"
"That isn't true! I'm not trying to take Kaname-san away from anyone. I-It's just that...you guys all share her and stuff, so I just wanted to, also—"
She took a step toward Madoka, a glimmer of desperation in her eye.
Madoka shrank back. "Homura-chan..."
"Akemi-san, I think you're making her uncomfortable," said Mami, putting herself partway between Madoka and Homura. "We know you've fought hard with us, but please try not to push things. If Kaname-san is not ready, she's not ready."
The girls were tensely silent for some moments. Homura thought bitterly how near, how very near to her was the treasure she sought most, hidden in the depths of that petticoat beneath the frilly pink skirt. Scarcely more than two meters away, physically...and yet, so far out of her reach.
"Can you find a way to cool your clitoris for a while?" Mami finally suggested. "Maybe find yourself some Hidamari Sketch hentai to fap to?"
Homura knew well that there was a dearth of fappable Hidasketch porn on the internets. If she went that route, she would have to look to other franchises for yuri fanworks. Black Rock Shooter popped into her head, but she hastily cast away that thought.
"I'll think of something," Homura said.
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The Walpurgis Night had been defeated, but now, the shadow of Kriemhild Gretchen towered into the clouded sky. Homura and Kyuubey stood beside each other in the aftermath, looking like a cute kitty cat and its tormentor.
And no, Kyuubey is not the kitty cat. In case you couldn't tell.
"Say, Kyuubey..." Homura began. "Getting to screw Kaname-san was supposed to be part of my wish. How come that part hasn't been granted?"
"Eh? Um, er..."
Kyuubey hesitated, scratching at some fleas. All of a sudden, he pointed a paw at a random spot in the sky behind Homura and yelled loud enough to make his rings jangle.
"ZOMG‼ WALPURGIS NIGHT IS BACK!"
Homura whirled about and looked up. Nothing but empty sky.
"I don't see anything, Kyuu—"
She turned back around and Kyuubey was gone. Homura stomped her pantyhosed foot.
"Dammit‼"
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Timeline #43.
Kazuko had just welcomed the new transfer student into the classroom.
"Okay! Try introduc—"
Homura ran up to Madoka and grabbed her by the hand.
"I'm not feeling well! You're the health officer, aren't you? Show me to the nurse's office!"
"W-Wha? I — wah!"
Madoka was yanked out of her seat and led half-running, half-stumbling out of the classroom by Homura. They raced down the halls, Madoka barely able to keep pace.
"Wh...where are you taking me?"
They ended up at the nurse's office. Homura pulled Madoka inside and threw the door shut, then locked it.
"Wh-Wh-What are you—? Why are you locking the door⁇" Madoka whimpered.
She pulled back on Homura's grip, but Homura tugged her forward and turned her about, planting her shoulder blades against the door. She then fenced Madoka in with her arms on either side.
"Kaname Madoka. Please listen. Before anything else happens, I want to ask you this: will you have sex with me?"
Madoka jittered where she stood.
"I'll do anything you like that turns you on. I'll pee myself while you watch. I'll let you taste my vag juice. I'll strip naked for you and let you have your way with my butthole. I'll even go so far as to tenderly hold hands with you over a cup of tea at my house."
Madoka's eyes wandered about uncomfortably. "...Um...but...I..."
"Please, Kaname Madoka! I want to share my body with you before anything bad happens to you! Like Tomoe Mami going wacky and killing you! Or you turning into a witch! Or you going bestial and fucking 50 Kyuubeys at once and then turning into a witch! Or you and Tomoe Mami forcing Miki Sayaka to fuck 50 Kyuubeys at once while you took videos, and Miki Sayaka turning into a witch from the trauma, and Sakura Kyouko taking her revenge out on you by kidnapping you and force feeding you junk food until you turned into a blimp, and you having to exchange your cute frilly magical girl outfit for a pink 5x t-shirt and sweatpants, and you going into despair over your weight and turning into a witch!"
Homura zoomed in close. Madoka shrank back, looking terrified.
"I'll even settle for a kiss to start with, if nothing else! You may not remember it now, but in a different time, you were the one who wanted to kiss me first. So won't you kiss me now...Kaname Madoka?"
Homura closed her eyes and leaned in for a smooch. Madoka shrieked and ducked her head.
"Eeeek! Nooo! I'm not a lesbian!"
Homura stopped dead, mid-pucker.
"...You're not?"
"Why would I be?" Madoka sobbed, looking near tears.
Homura slowly backed away from her, staring in disbelieving silence at the poor, cringing Madoka. Finally, she threw her hands into her hair and yanked out a few tresses by the roots as she screamed into the heavens.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
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Timeline #502.
On a golden afternoon, by a lovely waterfall next to a large pond, two middle schoolers sat awkwardly next to each other on a bench, a boy and a girl. They had just confessed their feelings for one another, and now they sat talking about this and that for some time, happy that their relationship had grown into more than just friends, though uncertain and perhaps a little fearful over what the future may bring. Still, they hoped that they would continue to grow closer together, and be there for each other, as they learned more about each other as time went on.
"I'm really glad I was finally able to tell you how I felt today, Kamijou-kun...or maybe, I should say, Kyousuke-kun? Ehehe..." the girl giggled, hoping her change of address would be all right with the boy.
"Sure...if I may call you Madoka-chan."
Just around a corner, eavesdropping from within dark shadows, Homura clenched her fists in anguish.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
"What are YOU doing here⁈" Sayaka spat, shoving Homura aside and planting herself in them dark shadows. "This is MY spot, dammit! Go find your own place to drown yourself in swirling black despair!"
Homura ran off, transforming herself and giving her shield yet another spin—
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Timeline #aksljakjskdljf.
Two open hands lay across one other in the shallow water, in the aftermath of the Walpurgis Night's destruction. Two soul gems rested in those hands, blackened with despair and all but spent.
"It looks like it's over for both of us."
"Do you have any Grief Seeds?"
With a simple head shake, the other replied in the negative.
"I see. Do you just want to become monsters and destroy everything in the world? We'll destroy everything, and we'll keep destroying it until it looks like all the bad things — all the sad things — never even happened at all. Don't you think that sounds nice?"
"Heh. You've always wanted to destroy the world, Gen-san."
Shinbo's and Urobuchi's nearly lifeless bodies lay beside each other in the water, their Mitakihara schoolgirl uniforms tattered and bloodied. Homura stood some distance away watching the scene, horrified.
"WHY IN THE FUCK⁈⁇ Someone make me unseeee‼"
"Sheesh, it could be worse, y'know," said Kyuubey to Homura. "There could be pantyshots."
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And on...
...and on...
...and fucking on...
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...I'll repeat it. I'll continue to repeat it over and over...
"Now you know my secret," Madoka sobbed, lying naked beneath Homura in the clockwork living room of her home. "I was born without girl parts. I don't have a vagina! Uwaaaaah!"
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...I'll continue to repeat it no matter how much weird shit I have to see!
With a sick 'n' twisted glint in her eye, Mami forced Homura's eyes open. Bound and gagged in golden ribbons, Homura had no choice but to watch Madoka crying aloud in ecstasy atop the bed in Mami's bedroom.
"Ume-sensei's penis...it's filling me up! AHHHN!"
"Ahh! I'm feeling the vigor of youuuuuuuuth!" Ume-sensei cried, pumping her pole in and out of Madoka's core.
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Visiting the same time again and again...
"Hmmm..."
Mami pondered the question as she sat across from Homura in the fast food joint whose food no one was ever supposed to eat. Earlier one kid actually started munching on his hamburger and his friends kicked his butt and threw him out.
"The only Kaname Madoka I've ever heard of is in an eroge called The Cherry Blossoms Fall But Once Per Year," Mami said. "It's a game about torturing and mutilating little girls. They can only feel sexual pleasure by being tortured nearly to death, but at the very brink of dying they have an insanely powerful orgasm and their bodies spontaneously regenerate. Kaname Madoka's the main girl. Nine years old, pink poofy twintails, doesn't seem very fappable at first, but once you get her in the bedroom with all the meat-grinding instruments...hehn hehn..."
"...Why does someone like you play games like that?" Homura asked in a weirded-out voice. To which Mami made no reply other than to smile inscrutably at Homura in her big-sisterly way.
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...until I can find the one way through.
Homura stared at her computer screen, at a complete loss for words. A search for Madoka on the internets had led her to a vid on Nico Nico Douga, with a title that punched her right through the aorta:
初音マドカオリジナル曲 「初音マドカの消失（LONG VERSION）」
Hatsune Madoka Original Track. "The Disappearance of Hatsune Madoka (With Extra Suffering)".
As spiffy as the song was, she could not enjoy a single note of it, tears tumbling down her rosy-hashed cheeks as she watched the vid with the cute pink-haired virtual songstress. Later that night, Homura lay in her dark, lonely bedroom, sadly hugging a hastily-bought box of Vocaloid software, one corner of the box squished and damp from where she'd already enjoyed her purchase between her legs before even having installed it on her computer. She lay still now, holding the box close to her heart as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
Meanwhile, somewhere in real-world Japan, some hikikomori NEET kid has probably done something similar for real with a box of Miku and a healthy serving of man-juice. Just so you know.
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Until I...
After school, Homura sat across from Madoka and a bespectacled Mami in a booth at the fast food joint. Labels on their food and drinks warned, "Caution: Do Not Consume". Ostensibly the labels were to protect the establishment from frivolous litigation.
"So you're a normal magical girl?" Homura asked Madoka.
"Yes."
"And you're a lesbian, and a pervert, and you will happily screw a girl you just met if your hormones urge you to?"
"Yes."
"And you don't have a penis or vaginal agenesis or any other weird abnormalities? You are a physically healthy and sex-hungry girl?"
"Yes."
"Then please! Will you please screw me, too⁇" Homura begged with teary, puppy-dog eyes.
Madoka held up a hand. "Sorry. I only like glasses-girls."
Homura glanced over at Mami's classy specs. She'd already fixed her own eyes ages ago and done away with her glasses; still, it only took a quick dash of mahou to poof some facsimiles back into dorky existence on the bridge of her nose.
"Those are fakes," Madoka said flatly. "And don't cheat by using your magic to mess up your eyes so that you need glasses. It wouldn't be the same."
"But—!"
"I'm sorry, Homura-chan," Madoka said stiffly.
Homura crumpled in her seat. She had no words, no thoughts, to put to the cruelty of this timeline. She could only sit and stare into her lap and make "K-k-k-k-kh!" noises as she felt a metaphoric knife slowly twisting Urobuchi holes in her heart.
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...get to screw her!
— Ep 10 End —
p.s.
just one installment left to go for the finale.
angel0wonder : thank ye...just doing my part to help make the world a better place through perversion.
Alamo Fox : heh, sorry, didn't mean to make anyone think i was searching for ideas. though when thinking about Kyouko, etc., meeting up in the afterlife, first thing that pops into my head is Kyouko bellowing, "WHAT? I didn't get to go to Heaven? GODDAMMIT! WHAT A RIP!" to which Mami deadpans, "Nice to see you too," and Sayaka snarks, "And you wonder WHY you didn't go to Heaven?"
anon : yeah, the eps were written to be more or less independent of each other, so that those on /a/ who hadn't read previous eps could still enjoy the current one. though i couldn't resist a few backreferences here and there.
..."Walpurgisnacht/Tomohisa intercourse" ...wtf am i reading...