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Puella Monstrum Madoka Moecha – Chapter – 8 – Mami Tomoe’s Very Special Day – Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 03:43:46 +0000 UTCOriko – All According to Keikaku (Keikaku Means “Nookie”)
Komaki is taking a shower.
She’s… She’s weirdly punctilious like that. She may be utterly exhausted, barely able to lift her head off my breasts, but as soon as she can drag herself away from the bed, she will go straight to the bathroom.
It’s not even about hygiene, because she then will come right back and drop on top of Kirika’s and my own still sweaty (among other things) bodies without further comment other than a noise of contentment that she sometimes forgets to suppress.
Kirika, being Kirika, accepts it without question. Me?
Well…
“How did things go?” Kyuubey asks from the other end of the line.
Because I, being Oriko Mikuni, take the chance to plot.
“She broke her limits, just as we’d planned,” I tell her as I briefly dip into the fragmented visions of the future to find Kirika and Komaki facing a cat-shaped phantom, coordinating seamlessly as my fey knight uses her newfound power of glamour to broadcast her every intention to my hound. “She’s only vaguely aware of it, but her new magic should become second nature in a few days.”
Kyuubey fills the silence with a pensive humming while I shift my head on my pillow as my body feels the lack of magic and slides into the appropriate form to solve the issue. Not the full spider, not yet, but…
My legs lengthen, become a tad slenderer as they are encased in the white, bridal stockings made of chitin both Komaki and Kirika tend to feast their eyes on even as my fangs sharpen, and a quiet gasp escapes my lips.
Kirika, resting on her side, her body propped up on her left elbow, watches me hungrily.
I lick my lips with a long, agile tongue and nod.
“The others?” Kyuubey finally asks.
And I…
I dip deeper, the future becoming more fragmented as I go through each branch I can follow, seeing how they entwine and divorce until they all reach the same point, the one I can’t go past.
And I see them.
“They… The new one? The snake? She muddles things. But they will all be stronger than they would have been without her. You don’t need to do anything, Kyuubey,” I tell her as Kirika slowly gets on all fours and, skin going pale grey as fur sprouts around her wrists, she crawls backward on my bed before settling between my spread legs, her naked derriere swaying over and behind her head as a shaggy tail joins the undulations and I can feel my nipples standing erect just at the sight of her looking at me like that.
“Are you sure? I… I don’t want to stay idle if there’s anything I could—” Kyuubey protests.
“Let me worry about that. You just…” I get a brief glimpse of the white-haired girl screaming in ecstasy while inside black coils, and I don’t even bother to hide my smile from Kirika, “do what comes naturally.”
My girlfriend leans forward and kisses me right below my navel as flames erupt around her neck and their heat washes over me in more than one way.
“I just… I just wish there was more I could do,” she says, showing more of herself than I think she intended to.
And Kirika rests her too-warm palms on my open thighs, the skin turning into soft pads, rippling over my sensitive flesh in a way that makes it so I have to swallow a pleased sigh before I answer Kyuubey.
“Everything will be all right,” I reassure the immortal and pretend to ignore my girlfriend.
Kirika nuzzles her cheek on my belly, amber eyes glued to my own as I try and fail to not look at her in pitiful need.
Then the other girl’s voice makes me focus, and I close my eyes so I can avoid any further… distractions.
“I wish I could believe you,” Kyuubey says, knowing full well I will just say to her whatever I feel she needs to hear for the better possible future to come to fruition.
Fooling her was never an option. But neither was being truthful.
“Trust me,” I tell her, aware that she won’t. Not completely.
And hang up.
“Finally,” Kirika mutters.
And suddenly, I’ve got a Hellhound’s rough tongue lapping up my insides, reaching farther than most cocks would, even if Komaki can still reach deeper, and oh gods, I don’t know why I’ve been so lucky, but I wouldn’t change this for the world—
“Again?” Komaki, toweling her hair off and still as naked as when she left a few minutes ago, asks with a hint of exasperation from the open door.
I shoot her a sheepish grin as Kirika adds a bit of enthusiasm to her swaying behind when her canine ears pop out between short tresses, and Komaki’s eyes fixate right between my first girlfriend’s legs.
Then she sighs and closes her eyes, becoming taller, fairer of skin, her ears lengthening.
I can feel her glamour wash over me, radiating her arousal in a way she’s not yet aware of, and my own heat rises to meet her as I stare between her own legs until she sprouts the cock she rarely uses.
Then, looking straight into my eyes, she walks behind Kirika, takes her hips to hold her steady with monstrous strength, and impales her.
Kirika yells inside of me, her tongue almost vibrating, and I come instantly beneath Komaki’s unescapable gaze.
Then she pulls her hips back and thrusts right back in, Kirika shaking as their bodies crash with a force that ripples along me until my breasts bounce up and down to the rhythm Komaki imposes on the both of us.
Never let it be said that good deeds go unrewarded.
***
Mami – Self-cest Is a Shitty Fetish, but Still Hot
All right. All right. Take a deep breath. You can do this, Mami.
What is this, you ask? Well…
I have no idea.
Because I’m surrounded by phantoms, and it’s lunchbreak, and I’d very much like to eat my lunchbox while I pretend there are no obscene versions of me running around my classroom, floating over my classmates as they do shamefully indecent things in a futile effort to catch the attention of their originators. I’d love to act as if a nurse version of me wasn’t kneeling in front of Tanaka, her knees a handspan off the ground and her tongue lolling out as my classmate shoots me a nervous smile that I politely answer rather than shooting his kneecaps off.
And the less said about Miura, the better.
Come to think of it…
Oh. Oh, dear, that cheerleader version of me is looking quite… defined.
As in, she’s no longer translucid.
…
Damn it.
Closing the lid of my delayed lunch and taking it with me, I walk decisively between the rows of desks, my head held up before I reach Miura, and I studiousy avoid eye contact with the one boy who has not one, not two, not three, but five versions of myself hanging all over him. Then, without stopping or even slowing down, much less acknowledging his existence, I grab the back of the cheerleader’s sleeveless top and drag her off to the nearest restroom.
Thankfully, the overly amorous phantom seems to be more confused than angered at finally meeting someone able to provide her with the touch she seems to crave, so going to the last stall in the row of blue doors and locking both of us in it doesn’t become a running battle.
A running battle I can’t afford while inside the school.
… I should have given this a bit more thought, shouldn’t I?
“Well, what am I supposed to do with you now?” I ask myself, reaching around her to set my lunchbox on top of the water tank and hoping for some kind of insight into a phantom’s—
A cock.
She has a cock.
Tenting the damnably short miniskirt to the point the wet, fat tip is—oh. Now I can no longer call that tenting, can I? Not when it’s completely exposed, and the thin, blue fabric with a yellow stripe over the hem is bunched on top of it.
She’s grinning at me.
…
All right, Mami, remember you’re a graceful warrior of light, justice, and love. Scratch that: Light, Justice, and Love. You deservethe capitalization after everything this nonsensical world insists on throwing your way. You, Mami Tomoe, are a paragon of virtue holding at bay the monsters that would tear asunder civilization as we know it.
In light of this series of well-established facts, you should be perfectly aware that screaming your lungs out in sheer frustration is not an option.
She’s… She’s jerking it. With both hands. Because of course she needs both hands.
What the Hell, Miura?!
It wasn’t enough to have gymnast-Mami bursting out of her leotard? Didn’t strict-tutor-Mami do it for you, what with her ridiculous telescopic wand and rimless glasses? Wasn’t bloomers-Mami refreshing enough? And judo-Mami, with that outrageous spats and gi top combination, didn’t do it for you? You needed cheerleader, cock sprouting Mami as well?! Why does everybody want me to use a cock on them?!
… Shut up, Kyouko. I can read the subtext.
I think.
I mean, insisting so much on me letting myself go would ultimately lead to that, wouldn’t it? It’s… It’s what she was hinting at, wasn’t she? She says I should take down phantoms with… with sex, and a lot of phantoms are girls, and we’ve never done anything without Kyouko using her… her thing, so if she wants me to take the initiative, that means… that means…
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!
My cute ex-apprentice wants me to defile her! To ravage her! To take her purity away!
… Whatever remains of it, I mean.
OK, OK, calm down, take a deep breath—why does it smell like—aaaaaahhhhh!
“What the Hell are you—gack!” Right in my mouth! The stupid, vapid thing just came in my open mouth! And she’s smirking!
Fine. Just… spit it out, undignified as that sounds. It’s… It’s phantom matter. It’s not like anybody other than a magical girl can even see the thick dollops dropping down my face, and—
Again?!
The, the, the damn thing is jerking it off again! And aiming at my mouth!
Right, enough is enough; I can just shoot her dead and then deal with any possible witnesses that—
“Did you see the way Miura looked at Tomoe?” Haruka, the bit—the somewhat mean girl who has never bitten her tongue in front of me since we met last year, says as she enters the restroom.
… OK, I can shoot her as well—
“I know, right? Not like I can blame him, what with how the slut always prances around, bouncing those udders of hers all over the place,” Yukko, her quasi-literal lapdog, says, bringing my collateral count slightly higher than tolerable.
“Precisely! Always acting like a prissy princess while delighting in making half the boys hunch over! What a whore.”
I do no such thing! I do precisely the opposite of delighting!
“I bet she’s right here, touching herself while thinking about all the cocks she could be gobbling up instead of having lunch.”
I would never—oh, you shut up! I’m not sucking that thing! Stop trying to poke my cheeks with it!
“She’s such a bitch. I’m sure that’s how she gets those grades of hers. No way those tits of hers are good for studying.”
I go to cram school! I bust my ass off every single day, trying to keep all of you, ingrates, from having your soul eaten while I go by with only five hours of sleep because the damn university exams are around the corner, and—would you please kindly stop trying to make me swallow your thick, veiny cock?!
“I bet she also does it with the women. I’m sure she and Miss Saotome… You know…” Yukko adds, trailing off suggestively, and no, shoving a purple, precum-dripping cockhead between my eyes is not being suggestive! It’s being rapey to the point even Miura would frown at it! I hope!
“What, with women? I mean… you really think…” Haruka also trails off.
And then, for a moment, there’s blessed silence in the restroom.
You know, except for the wet, slapping sound of two hands going faster and faster along a thick bar of meat.
… I’ll murder them all. The three of them. I’m sure those two also count as some kind of monster to be vanquished by a graceful, serene, not-at-all-flustered warrior of Light.
Wait, the wet sounds aren’t coming just from in front of me…
“I… Haruka… I’ve wanted this for so long,” Yukko says with a tone I kind of recognize.
You know. From yesterday. On a wind-swept rooftop. With a dragon girl too fond of multiple penetration, and me being stupidly vulnerable after we both—
Damn it!
“Yukko… I was so afraid you wouldn’t…”
And then rustling clothes fall to the floor.
…
No.
No.
I’m not trapped in here, unable to use my magic without outing myself, with a powerful phantom and two of my almost bullies finally expressing their repressed sexuality. I refuse. I am not going to let myself be showered with phantom sperm while they go at it like horny lesbians deprived of magical cocks. This isn’t happening.
I said this isn’t happening! Stop poking that thing at me!
The cheerleader looks slightly confused as I slap her member away from my lips, then she looks at me with eyes precisely the same shade of honey I see every morning in the mirror (because Miura is, apparently, a stickler for detail) and something joyous sparks behind them.
Which is when she gathers a thick dollop of precum with her right hand and flicks it straight at my mouth.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
I’ll kill them! I’ll shoot their limbs off! I’ll mount their heads on top of the school gates so nobody dares masturbate to me ever again! I’ll—again?!
… Fine. Fine, I can’t use my muskets. What I can do is take my soul gem, quickly switch forms to my magical girl self, and—
And, apparently, get my curly twin tails grabbed mid-transformation by a floating phantom who’s looking down at me with utter delight on her face.
“Ah! Haruka! Yes, do it just like that!” comes a loud, indiscreet voice from the stall on the other side of the only divider of my stall.
Of course.
“Will you stop trying to get that thing into my mouth?” I mutter hatefully at the thing wearing my face.
She tilts said face to her left in confusion, her swaying hair twinkling in the blueish light of the fluorescent tubes, and then lets go of my twin tails to reach behind her back as a bright, vapid smile spreads on my mirrored face.
Before she produces a pair of pompons.
Yellow pompons.
That she cheerfully waves with a jolly rustling as she thrusts her hips forward.
… As soon as I get home, I’m going to stuff my face on my pillow and scream until my throat hurts.
That’s not an invitation, Cheer-Mami!
“Seriously, is there any way I can convince you to stop trying to get that—hmmmppphhhh!”
… I should have seen this coming.
Kyouko must never know.
Because the thick cock is going right between my lips, the salty taste of the traces of her previous ejaculation coating the inside of my mouth, and the damn phantom is looking at me with the kind of happiness I would never show so brazenly as she enthusiastically shakes her pompons to get me to…
To…
You know what? Fine!
I can’t use offensive magic? Can’t fight without outing myself to the two lesbians outing themselves to one another right beside me? Fine!
Can’t defeat the damn phantom powerful enough to make Miura have a very bad day without draining her balls? Fine!
With the kind of determination only found in people who’ve basically given up and resigned themselves to a cruel fate, I grab her hips and steady her floating form before I pull my head back until only her tip remains inside my mouth, and then, looking straight into her suddenly eager eyes, I…
I lick my cock.
Her cock. Her cock that is like mine, though a bit smaller, because minotauress, and this is all really confusing. Masturbation isn’t half as—not like I do that! Too often! I mean, it’s not like I have the time. Nothing wrong with exploring one’s own body, as long as it’s one’s body and not the extra magical appendages unwittingly granted by magic that shouldn’t be half as perverse, and Kyouko likes to pay me regular visits to ‘duel’ with me, so it’s not as if I’m backed up or—what the Hell am I saying?!
Thinking. What the Hell am I thinking.
Yes. That’s the proper verb.
Speaking of proper verbs… What I am actually doing is distracting myself from how the taste of the phantom’s cum is making something below my navel heat up and clench, how my nipples are poking through the thin blouse of my magical form, how I can feel the top of my white tights get wet as my inner thighs slicken when I realize I’m bobbing my head back and forth, taking more and more of the thick, hot bar of pulsing flesh each time, and…
And this all feels so fucking good…
The… The phantom seems to agree, because her eyes are crossed, and her mouth is hanging open even as she grabs my twin tails yet again with a rustling of her pompons caressing the sides of my neck. She’s not forcing me to do anything, but she accompanies me until her tip pokes at the entrance to my throat.
And then she grinds.
I can’t breathe. I don’t need to, not right now, because my magical girl self is strong enough to keep going for a while, not weak at all unless compared to my monster self, so I could take her cock down my throat and keep her there, swallowing around it, massaging it with my body’s reflexive desperation, with the demand for life-giving air.
And…
And I do precisely that.
The phantom drops her head back as her arms slacken, and the pompons she held beside my hair fall to the floor before dissolving in glittering motes as I inhale her member deep enough that I can thrust my tongue out to lick her balls, feeling her sack tighten in that way I’ve only experienced when Kyouko is deep inside of me, quivering as her own balls contract before shooting scalding hot liquid inside of me and forcing me to cum alongside her yet again, and—
The phantom shudders as if hanging from marionette threads and fighting against them, and her cock throbs between my lips before shooting something hot down my throat that makes my own magic pulse as it’s replenished, something flowing from me to my soul gem and back again in a circle of sensation that muddles my head and makes me drop to my knees, the cock slipping out of my mouth and showering my extended tongue with even more warm, richcum that makes my soul sing, and I—
I bite on my forearm hard as I come harder than I ever have without a dragon girl fucking me senseless.
I… It takes me a while to regain myself, but I’m pretty sure I managed not to moan out like the whore I feel I am. Judging by the wet sounds and sweet, indistinct whispers coming from the stall to my right, I have managed to keep my anonymity.
What I haven’t managed is to entirely dispel the still quite opaque, cheerful phantom shaking her reformed pompons above her head as she jumps up and down, her yet again erect cock making her skirt fly higher with every bouncy leap that makes her breasts flop inside a loose tanktop that clearly doesn’t contain a bra.
…
Fine.
I’m a… a monster hunter. A warrior. It wouldn’t do to let it get away now that it’s weakened.
Shut up, inner Kyouko. This has nothing to do with me being still a teensy bit horny, nor with your latest visit going through my mind again and again. Nor with Sayaka unwittingly enlarging her chest by drinking my milk without asking. Nor with too many lonely, awful nights milking myself in the bathtub and gathering everything in demeaning bottles because it feels weird to throw away perfectly fine, nourishing, literally magic sustenance.
And it definitely has nothing to do with my cock slipping free at the idea of little, cute, enthusiastic Sayaka being my apprentice and maybe asking me to drink more of that milk she liked so much, and me lifting my top as her lips wrap around an erect nipple right as Kyouko climbs through my window and presses herself against my back, making me feel how ready she is for me, what awaits me as soon as I give in and—
Fuck.
No, it has nothing at all to do with any of that, because those feverish thoughts are obviously the product of the phantom’s magic (and, by extension, Miura’s horniness) messing with my head. I’m not going to fuck this phantom because I’m horny and tired of fighting back against my own desires: I’m going to fuck it because I want to neutralize a threat, and this is the most expeditious way to do so.
Shut the fuck up, Inner Kyouko!
As for you…
I reach up to tear her skirt off and take advantage of her surprise to drag her down and sit her on the toilet as I climb on her lap, my own drenched panties quickly discarded through the same expeditious method as her skirt, and I…
“This… This is the first time I will do something like this, you know?” I stupidly mutter down at the Mami below me.
She smiles beatifically, grabs my ass, and pulls me down fast enough that her cock slides through my wet folds so hard that my breasts bounce against my tight blouse.
The… The impact travels straight through me, right to my brain, and I have to bite my lip at it as I blink, trying to regain some measure of—and she lifts me off.
She leaves behind an aching, yearning void, and I only want her to pull me back down, to shove her gorgeous dick deep inside me, to spear me open until my brain is filled with thoughts of her dick, dick, dick—
“Hmph!” I manage to bite down on my gloved wrist as she does just that, the phantom happily pulling me down as she lifts her own hips to meet me halfway, her body floating just slightly above the toilet as she fucks me up, and up, and—
Oh, no, no, no!
I… I can see them! The cheerleader is fucking me right above them, and Yukko is kneeling between Haruka’s bare thighs, the ponytailed girl threading the short hair of her lover as she keeps looking down at her more tenderly than I thought she could, but she could look up at any moment, and see me floating above the partition, my mouth open in a whorish, silent moan as I keep taking a cock deep inside me from a gorgeous me that is freer than I ever will be and keeps looking into my eyes with utter joy and delight as every thrust makes my breasts bounce hard enough that even the buttons of my magical blouse are straining, and—fuck!
My blouse just burst open! My blouse is open, and my breasts are in front of her face, and she’s licking her lips, and—
“Hmph!” I strain myself not to yell as she shoves both my nipples into her mouth, and then I shove both of us away from the partition and toward the wall opposite of it, but we end up spinning mid-air, and so she takes the chance to grab my thighs hard enough my tights tear before she starts fucking me against the white, cool tiles.
My breasts keep trying to bounce, but she’s holding them steady inside her mouth, and I am wrapping my legs around her hips, clutching the back of her head and pulling her against my cow tits, and just a bit of the monster slips out from my leash, because suddenly something spurts from my nipples, and she twirls her tongue around them, her eyes fluttering in pleasure at every spurt of warm milk she swallows as her own tits grow with my magic, her skimpy, blue top straining until it can no longer contain them and it’s pushed up and above them, her bare breasts slapping against my own from below as her hips pound me like the slut I am, and—
And I shudder, and let go of her head to grab her tit with a gloved hand as I bite my other wrist, my eyes rolling back as I feel the need to scream out my ecstasy, to tell the world to fuck off and let me have this, let me be impaled on sheer bliss for just a tiny moment without looming exams, complicated relationships, and horny teenagers using me for their spank bank.
She suckles a bit harder, and milk comes out as I slam my head back hard enough that my beret falls off as the world disappears, and I become just a bouncing pile of empty joy.
My smile spreads into a mirror of the one of my cheerleader self, and I come.
It… It takes me a while.
It’s not as good as with Kyouko, not by a long shot, but at the same time, it’s far better than whenever I’ve done it by myself, pitifully naked on an empty bathtub, milking my shame away, and…
And she isn’t done.
What?
“Really?” I ask her.
As her only answer, she shoves her cock as hard as she can through my still-quivering pussy.
I bite my lip, pray the other two lesbians in here are too busy to wonder about any hypothetical noises coming from the stall to the left of theirs, and resign myself to my duty as a magical girl fighting off a ravenous monster.
…
I also may, or not, swear an oath of eternal vengeance against Miura.
