The next morning, they were greeted by a rich scent of apple spiced tea, after they'd escorted each other upstairs, legs wobbly from the 'experience' and had fallen into bed together.

Junko had come in with the offering of hot drinks and left them to sip their tea cautiously, waking themselves up.

"I guess I'd better start talking then, huh?" chuckled the bluenette nervously.

"Mmn" hummed the pigtailed gal, still rather dazed from poor sleep.

"The thing is, I can't even be sure if I can explain it. When I was younger, I just kinda thought that,... well,... that my clit was just abnormally big. I never asked my mom or anyone about it, 'cus I was sure they'd have the same down there. It was smaller then and even now when it's... flaccid, it's no bigger than my pinky finger. That is until I started Middle School and took Sex Ed, we were looking in our books at the pictures and saw it was nothing like mine. I was absolutely gob smacked and fearful people would find out. So, I researched it and found I'm what they call a... 'Futanari'".

Madoka couldn't deny it was amusing to see Sayaka, always so bold, confident and cheeky, be suddenly reduced to a timid, finger-fiddling mess of hesitation and shame. It was... so cute.

"Uh-huh", was all Madoka could muster right now, still sleepy, but giving her friend her undivided attention.

"A-Apparently, a Futanari is a girl with a penis, a hermaphrodite. I've obviously still haven't told my parents or anyone else, as I'm absolutely terrified of that happening. I can't imagine what they'd think, seeing me like this".

"Surely they must know, Sayaka. They would've been told when you were born. Maybe they just didn't bring it up with you, 'cus they'd know you'd feel different and would be unhappy".

"Maybe".

"It's no surprise you feel like that now though, regardless".

"Yeah".

They tapped the rim of their mugs, chewing their lips, finding the courage to speak again.

"S-so... don't be offended... but, do they both work?".

"Work?" Sayaka questioned, tilting her head a bit. Madoka, could feel her face heat up.

"C-c-c-can you... have... babies?" she stuttered.

"I don't think I can. They say it's unlikely either way; that I couldn't get pregnant or get someone else pregnant".

"I-I-I see".

Silence.

"Are you sad about that?" she wondered softly, turning to look at her friend better.

"I don't know really" Sayaka admitted. "I obviously dreamed of having kids at some point and I never really cared if they were mine biologically or if they were adopted. Just, having a family is something I'd like someday".

Madoka smiled and placed a hand on the bluenettes.

"You will".


The conversation certainly helped ease Sayaka's nerves and pretty soon, she was acting as her old self again. The incident last night however,of their sexual exploration, was still yet to be touched upon. Madoka grew sad to believe it was a one night thing, then scolded herself, thinking her best friend would never treat her like that. The tomboy insisted they went around town for the day. She wore a white work shirt, a blue tie and a pair of shorts just above the knees, emphasizing a boyish appearance that her friend couldn't deny looked sexy. Whereas Madoka resorted to a plain gray skirt a pink top and red tartan hoodie.

School was tomorrow and they'd be damned if they couldn't make the most of the day they had ahead of them. It was a gorgeous, warm day, thankfully not too crowded. They'd gone to the mall to look at clothes, fuss over cute plushies, check out the latest music releases and grabbed lunch.

Afterwards, Sayaka decided to buy them both an ice-cream, and they strolled through the park, looking for a place to sit at a bench. The friends sat by the lake, overlooking the lush scene of greenery and merriment in the local residents passing through. Sayaka was more drawn to a Whippy, with the chocolate flakes. They'd bring back a lot of thoughts of the seaside and was a simple, light flavor. Madoka had selected the Watermelon ice bar, once again, inviting some nostalgia.

As time passed however, Sayaka couldn't help but find her eyes be drawn to her friend's licking, slurping and sucking of the the treat, particularly as it started to get a bit hotter out in the sun. Droplets of the treat began trailing off the treat faster and the bubblegum haired gal giggled, catching the drippings on her tongue. Sayaka gulped, finding herself entranced at the spectacle and a familiar sting of arousal. She immediately turned back to her own treat, just in time to snack on it before it resorted to a sugary puddle. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the pig tailed gal smirking, an alluring gaze containing a sense of smugness. Madoka was teasing her.


After that stimulating treat for the eyes, rather than the stomach, the girls made it across town to the arcade. Starting to trail off into the late afternoon, it was beginning thin out in the numbers of people. However, they'd all be back later in greater number after some a good knock up with some booze. Making the most of the space and time to spare, they dashed about the games openly and excitedly, 'Caravan Palace's Lone Digger' thumping its bass in the back ground. Both of them came to the conclusion long ago that claw machines were 'rigged' and moved onto more captivating activities. There was a Mario Kart arcade machine, House of the Dead (Which Sayaka took on alone, due to Madoka's squeamishness) and lastly, the good ol' DDR. This was something they'd play without a second thought. Seeing as her friend wasn't too quick on the machine, Sayaka was lenient and picked an easy track and together, they set off. As their combined stomp and taps were drowned out by the loud exclamations of the pointing system and rating on the screen, the Arcade's atmosphere seemed to home in on and depend on the energetic movements of the girls, as there were now fewer and fewer numbers of people, until they were the last ones there.

Finishing the track, despite it being for beginners, both of them had worked up a sweat and they exchanged delighted laughter at the approval of the game, with sounds of applause and cheers. Gathering their breath, their eyes glued to one another in warm, loving gazes. Madoka's wide smile broadened and she grabbed hold of the taller teen, reeling her into a tight, endearing hug. They cuddled for seemingly an eternity, feeling each others breaths, soothing caresses and thumping heart beats. The bubblegum haired gal reached her arms up around the bluenettes's neck, bringing them closer. Sayaka tensed for a second and took a firm hold of Madoka's hands guiding them away from her.

"Sayaka?".

"I can't... um..." she stammered, a strong blush tainting the cheeks of her delicate features.

The younger girl glanced down impulsively and caught sight of her friend's twitching member under the pair of shorts. Sayaka was ashamed she'd let her carnal thirst become so gripping to her now. She'd just made things awkward and she didn't even know how to explain last night. Did it need explaining though? Was she just making her friend deal with this? That was cruel. She couldn't let that happen again. She looked to her to say something, but found that Madoka's expression was enticing; her lips curled, a half lidded gaze and just to seal the deal, a quick lick across her own lips, wetting them.

A sheepish grin found the tomboy's face and she giggled nervously and Madoka had took her hand, guiding her to an empty area with a picture booth.

Persuading her friend to sit down, she too took a seat on the tomboy's lap, crushing her lips against hers hungrily. Sayaka gasped, taken aback by Madoka's boldness. Where had all this lustful yearning come from? Had she flipped a switch inside her friend? In them both? In any case, the hesitation quickly melted away, after feeling her friend's tongue slip in past her lips. Madoka's fingers slid through her silky blue hair as they kissed, her hands busy rubbing her shoulders and chest. The dominance of the bubblegum haired gal livened Sayaka's desire and she felt her hardening cock press up against Madoka's rear, almost painfully.

"Rrmn,... Madoka" the bluenette growled, reaching to squeeze the seductress's buttocks under her skirt, as she thrust her hips up into her.

The young maiden squeaked in surprised and flushed furiously, feeling her friend thrust her groin up to rub against her clothed pussy.

"S-S-Sayaka..." mewled the girl softly, her eyes containing hunger.

The tomboy panted, fueled by her now raging sexual appetite. Madoka slipped herself smoothly off the girl's lap and went to unzip her shorts, delving in to see Sayaka's dick, watching it grow under her gaze. It was now the size of a full grown banana. How on earth could it grow from what Sayaka had described earlier as 'no bigger than her pinky finger', to this? It bewildered her.

However it was not something she was protesting against or willing to question any further. She took ahold of her penis and began pressing her lips to it in tender kisses, sparking gasps and restrained moans from the older girl. Giggling at the adorable reaction, she took the head into her mouth and started to suckle and and lick, her lips practically massaging the area. The bluenette clenched her fists and gave a long, husky groan, trying to hold back her sounds of pleasure. The sounds were just 'everything' to Madoka and she delivered her friend cheeky glances, winking and smiling, as she lapped her tongue teasingly at the tip, while rubbing along the shaft.

"M-Madoka... I can't take it!" the tomboy whimpered, like a dog.

With that plea, the bubblegum haired babe started taking big mouthfuls of her dick into her mouth, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. This was all too much for Sayaka. She wanted to cry out, to let out her wild animal that was screaming, begging for release. Instead her hands went to grasp at Madoka's hair, gripping with frustration, until she decided to pull away, standing up, her cock rock hard.

"I can't take this, Madoka..." she panted desperately.

"Home's too far away, Sayaka. We won't be able to make it either without people... noticing".

That was a good point. The shorts weren't exactly 'baggy', so walking back would be humiliating. They could use Madoka's hoodie to wrap around and cover her front. It wouldn't be too suspicious, but the feeling right now was unbearable. She didn't think she'd be able to make it. She stepped out of the booth and waved herself with her hand in attempts to calm herself, willing that if she'd be 'cooled down' enough, they'd make their way home with no hassle.

Madoka tagged along soon after and stood in front of her, an apologetic expression worn.

"I'm sorry, Sayaka. I shouldn't have done any of that. I wasn't thinking".

It couldn't be maintained. It couldn't be held back. She needed release.

She grabbed Madoka's arm and brought her into a fierce kiss. Grabbing her shoulders, almost clawing at her in a animalistic fashion, she shoved her friend up onto a nearby pinball machine and yanked down her panties. Madoka struggled, trying to sit back up, grabbing her tie.

"Wait! Sayaka, please don't! We're in the open, someone could see us!".

Her protests went ignored however and Sayaka bent down and started to lick at her soaked region. Tiny, restrained wails and whines of euphoria sounded in the air and Sayaka drank in every adorable sound with her ears. Madoka was so sweet. Her smell and taste rattled the tomboy's brain and she delved into her groin hungrily, suckling her erect bud and massaging her labia with her tongue.

"Sa-Saya-Sayaka!" moaned the pig tailed babe, her face flushed, grabbing the bluenettes hair, just as fiercely as she had done earlier.

It was both in a beg to stop, but also in a struggled effort to maintain the unbelievable sensations coursing through her. Her face caked with juices, Sayaka got back up, leaning over the girl, her erect member pressing to her entrance. With this, the girl panicked.

"Wait! No! Stop! Sayaka!".

It was no longer a matter of being caught anymore that was wrecking her nerves. It was that her best friend was now on the verge of taking her virginity and in a sleazy arcade no less.

Fortunately, Sayaka was not too wrapped up to regard her friend's pride and well being as just a commodity and so she began rubbing her cock, like yesterday, against her pussy instead. A sigh of relief and pleasure escaped Madoka and she looked up to see a loving smile from her friend. Smiling back, hating herself for ever having doubted her, she tugged on her dangling tie and brought her in for a kiss. Breaking apart for breath, Madoka laid back, with a hot blush, watching her friend pump her organ against her. An amused, heartfelt giggle escaped her lips and Sayaka picked up her speed, smirking cheekily at her.

"Mmmn... yes" sighed the girl, feeling herself floating practically with the sensations. Her eyes found that Sayaka was taking frequent glances around, making sure no one was coming. Madoka had no idea why this had become a thing for them. The sex itself was exciting, invigorating, but why the obsession with the risk of getting caught? Perhaps because it was just something so naughty, to be having sex in public, although it was a question whether or not what they did qualified as sex. Was it also because they were students? Because they were best friends? Both girls? Maybe all of those things. In any case, the feelings it invoked where heavenly and already she could feel herself building towards orgasm.

"I-I'm gonna cum..." whispered the tomboy, becoming quite frantic, as her thrusts started shaking the machine. The feeling was pushing, building up, like a bubbling cauldron, like a wave anticipating impact on the shore. Sweeping, rising, coming.

"Cumming!" cried the bubblegum haired girl, clutching the tomboy tight and feeling a great release. The both of them exchanged muffled moans and sighs of pleasure.

Quickly the two got up and Sayaka returned her friend's panties "H-here".

Cleaning themselves up with tissues, arranging and sorting themselves, they turned to look at each other and found themselves laughing. The thrill was quite something.