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works/11882475.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Mahou_Shoujo_Madoka_Magika_|_Puella_Magi_Madoka_Magica
  Relationship:
      Akemi_Homura/Tomoe_Mami, mentioned_Akemi_Homura/Kaname_Madoka, mentioned
      Kaname_Madoka/Tomoe_Mami
  Character:
      Akemi_Homura, Tomoe_Mami, Kaname_Madoka
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_Pollen, Futanari, Size_Kink, Rough_Sex, rough_anal_sex, Girl_Penis,
      enema, Spanking, Dirty_Talk, Humiliation_kink, Homura_is_a_size_queen_and
      Mami_knows_it
  Series:
      Part 2 of Magical_Girls_Using_Magic_Inappropriately_For_Sure
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-23 Words: 4335
****** Honey and Water ******
by Divine_Clementine
Summary
     After discovering Madoka and Homura in the alley, Mami takes it upon
     herself to clean Homura up and then promptly dirty her again. Homura
     learns you can grow in more than one way.
Notes
     I suggest reading Learning_the_Hard_Way for context, but this is
     essentially pointless smut and all you really need to know is Madoka
     and Homura were affected by a witch's sex pollen, which is
     continually transmitted through cum. Once again OoC, but it's just
     for fun. This is around Homura's second time loop.
See the end of the work for more notes
“I didn’t think you’d be using that technique so soon, Kaname-san.”
Madoka startled, hips stilling as Mami Tomoe spoke up from behind her. Homura
moaned beneath her, ass clenching unconsciously in her passed-out stupor.
“M-Mami-san!” she yelped, mind clearing for a moment. Without her focus, her
magical cock immediately became flaccid. She pulled away from Homura, blushing
as her penis snaked out of Homura’s hole, leaving a gaping mess to leak cum on
the ground. Her lucidity clouded over as she watched the fluttering rim of
Homura’s butthole as it closed, the stream of jizz cut off. Her breath caught,
and she could feel her dick begin to harden.
“I see you’ve left Akemi-san in quite a state,” Mami noted, boots tapping
loudly in the quiet alleyway as she came to stand next to the prone girl.
Madoka numbly nodded her head. She had, hadn’t she? She’d wrecked Homura. She
pounded her girlcock into her tight cunt and bludgeoned her decadent ass, left
her ballooning with cum, unable to hold it all in without her cock there to
stopper her holes shut.
Mami casually leaned down and swiped some of Madoka’s cum from Homura’s swollen
quim, sucking it off and humming at the pleasing flavor of rosehips tea. She’d
tasted real cum before, had to, to keep her nice apartment and teachers
satiated when she missed school assignments. They fucked her tits and bumped
their bulbous heads into her mouth and squirted their salty mess everywhere.
No, she much preferred this magic version, tailored to each girl’s soul gem.
“We’ll have to clean her up,” Mami decided, turning only to find Madoka
frantically stroking her cock and rubbing her pussy while staring at Homura.
She moaned and came hard again, cum flying wildly and landing in Mami’s hair
and on her face. Her final release caused her to pass out, skirt drooping as
the magical cock shriveled and disappeared entirely.
“Oh dear,” Mami sighed.
-
-
-
Homura awoke to the feeling of cool tile on her face and the tap-tap-tap of
water on her legs. The room smelled of honey soap, and was filled with humming,
bright as it drew closer. The sound of a door sliding open wasn’t enough to
make her open her eyes, nor the sound of the humming drawing near. She was so
tired. She ached in places she never knew she could, especially her pelvis. The
cold tile felt heavenly against her vulva. What had happened? Had she fingered
herself too hard?
Her thoughts trailed to a stop as hands parted her legs. Who? Madoka? Why would
Madoka be in the shower with her? She struggled to pull herself fully to
consciousness, but found it a struggle to even crack open her eyes. Her legs
parted further, and warm puffs of air passed over her exposed lips. Without
hesitation the air was replaced by a slick tongue, easily delving into Homura’s
labia and licking around her clit. Homura couldn’t help but moan softly,
faculties acutely aware of the rising heat as the tongue tickled her clitoris
and then slid down to her opening. It snaked inside, circling around before
pulling out and reinserting itself. These motions continued, causing Homura to
grow more wet and aroused as the tongue methodically worked itself inside her.
Sometimes it would alternate back to her clit with long, sweeping strokes, but
it inevitably was drawn to her honeypot. After a few minutes the tongue seemed
to finish and took one last trip to her clitoris, circling it before teeth
softly nibbled her pearl. Homura came with a squeal and gush of juices, which
the tongue promptly lapped up.
Panting, she finally managed to open her eyes, only to see Mami’s sunny blonde
hair bobbing at her mound.
“T-Tomoe-san?” Homura gasped, unconsciously clenching her legs closed, only to
be stopped by Mami’s firm grip on her knees.
“Finally awake, Akemi-san?” Mami asked, sitting up slightly, showing her naked
form. Homura’s eyes caught on her bountiful chest, luscious tits swaying with
each breath Mami took. Her nipples were hardened, skin prickling in the
onslaught of the shower. They looked so suckable, the place where Homura’s
mouth should be to nurse and nibble. Homura suddenly realized her own state of
nudity as Mami let go of her legs in favor of gripping just above her hips. She
easily pulled Homura’s pelvis up, much to the other girl’s confusion, and
seemed to speak more to Homura’s anus than her. “Madoka made you all dirty, but
she’s too tired to clean you up, so I volunteered.”
“K-K-Kaname-saaa—ghn!” Homura cut herself off with another gasp as Mami stuffed
her face in her ass. That lovely tongue went back to work, swirling at her
entrance and licking cum away. Homura struggled weakly, but was no match for
Mami’s firm hands. Her struggles seemed to egg Mami on, and her tongue lapped
more vigorously at her pucker before finally making the breach. The
infiltration nearly choked Homura, the invasion of her tender hole, one she
hadn’t realized was half the ache she felt from her quim, a reminder of what
had happened before.
Madoka! And she--! They’d! They’d… The only way Homura could describe it was
fucked. Brutal, animalistic fucking as she’d panted like a bitch in heat. And
Madoka had been happy to slam her on the ground and take her. She was both
indescribably mortified and elated. Madoka! Madoka had wanted to make love to
her, and all she could do was beg for fucking. No sweet words, no soft kisses.
Nothing!
She moaned and felt a hot tear slip down her cheek, the ceiling above blurry
without her glasses. And now Mami, her mentor, was cleaning Madoka’s come from
her like a horny mother. How embarrassing!
Oblivious to Homura’s turmoil, Mami reached her hand to Homura’s belly and
pressed, licking and swallowing quickly as a torrent of cum gushed out of her
ass. Homura squealed again at the sensation, thrusting away from her harder,
but Mami made sure to hold her down.
“What’s happening?!” Homura cried, finally giving up on getting away.
Mami almost ignored her, but pulled herself to her senses enough to stop her
rim job and say, “You and Madoka seemed to have had a good time with each other
in that alley. I didn’t think you’d move so fast, but I’m happy I have another
pupil to teach. I can guess what happened. I feel…consumed with the idea of
fucking. I want to pound you and Madoka until you can’t walk straight. It’s
intoxicating. I need—I need…!”
Mami trailed off, staring at Homura’s slick pucker before abruptly setting her
pelvis down and standing. Homura was left confused and slightly horrified on
the shower floor. Mami was acting strange too. She tried to pull herself up,
only managing slight success as the running water made the tile slippery. Her
long, unbraided hair coated her back like a dark river. Just as she sat up Mami
returned, a long tube, several IV bags, and a small packet in her arms.
“I have a new idea, Akemi-san,” she said, smiling. Her eyes lingered on
Homura’s chest, which was covered by her thin arms and beautiful hair, before
trailing down to her closed thighs. “It will be fun.”
Homura felt unsure, but nodded. She was trapped. Would Tomoe-san hurt her? No,
no she wasn’t the type. She was firm but gentle. And if she was under the same
strange spell she and Madoka had been under, she was going to be in agony soon.
Homura would feel horrible leaving her like that. The memory of her cunt
burning came into her mind. Every touch Madoka gave to her was heaven and hell.
Would Mami be the same?
Her thoughts cut off as Mami knelt down and kissed her. She was so surprised
her mouth slackened, giving Mami the opportunity she needed to slip her tongue
in and leave some of Madoka’s cum behind.
“Let’s get to know each other,” Mami said, pulling away and smiling. Homura
nodded again, only to whimper as Mami grabbed her butt and gave a firm squeeze.
“Bend over, Akemi-san. I’ll get you nice and clean.”
Without waiting, Mami slid around and pressed her shoulders down, and Homura’s
chest met the floor while her derriere was displayed in all its glory for her
mentor. “Nice. Now hold still.”
Homura heard some rustling but couldn’t see what Mami was doing until she
remembered the supplies, and felt something small press at her butthole. Within
a second it popped in easily, gliding with the help of a packet of lube. It
went in several inches before Mami stopped feeding it in. Homura wasn’t sure
whether to cry in protest or moan a bit at the treatment. What was Mami doing?
And why didn’t she mind? She felt…she felt hot. She wanted this to happen,
whatever it was.
Mami slowly held one of the IV bags up, holding it slightly above the ass. A
somewhat tepid fluid began to flow directly into Homura’s chute. It felt odd,
unnatural. But also good. Anything going inside her would be good. She mewled
at the trickle of saline filling her. Mami smiled and raised the bag higher,
increasing the speed of the flow. The saline came in more quickly, eliciting
several moans as Homura began to fill up.
“Make sure to not let a drop out, Akemi-san. You kept all of Madoka’s yummy cum
inside, so you should be able to handle this.”
Homura nodded, face heating up as Mami acknowledged her strange capacity to
keep jizz. Was it really a talent? She wasn’t sure, but she was feeling pretty
full, like she had to shit, as the IV bag finished.
“Tomoe-san…i-it’s all inside me…,” Homura whispered, clenching her hole around
the tube.
“Hold it in, Akemi-san. If you spill a drop I’ll have to punish you.” Mami felt
herself dripping as she quickly replaced the empty IV bag with a new one. The
flow started again, and Homura moaned as the sensation in her colon grew
tighter. She was already so full!
“I don’t know i-if I can!” she said, breath juddering as her muscles cramped.
It hurt, but it felt so good to be full. Her quim ached, feeling hot as the
enema pushed her past breaking.
“Just a little more,” Mami murmured, reaching down to finger her clit as the
bag emptied. She looked around Homura’s shapely ass to spy the bulge growing in
her stomach. All of that saline was ballooning her out. How delightful!
Homura couldn’t keep herself from making little ‘ah-ah-ah-ah!’s as the bag
squeezed out its final drops. She was too full. She had to let go. But Mami
said not to. Mami would punish her for not keeping all her fluid in. Would it
be a bad punishment? Perhaps a slap to her vulva? Tying her to a bed?
Homura panted as she tried to keep it in. Mami pulled the tube out of her ass
and Homura nearly cried from the sensation as the flood threatened to release.
She stopped herself at the last minute and pitifully cried, “Mami…”
It was too good. Mami stood and leaned over Homura, getting a good angle to
watch her ass and drape her arm under her. “I’ll help you, Ho-mu-ra~”
She pressed on Homura’s bulging stomach, shivering as Homura cried out and her
ass loosed a torrent of milky, clouded saline. The small pucker gushed, and
Mami pressed harder. Homura was panting ad sobbing as the mess flew from her
ass and mingled with the shower water before flowing down the drain. Mami used
her other arm to reach Homura’s clit, rubbing it hard as the younger girl shit
out the enema fluid and Madoka’s cum in one go. The sensation dropped Homura
over the edge, making her cum and squirt a healthy dose of her own love juices.
Homura didn’t seem aware of the desperate, mewling moans she was making; Mami
gladly let her be, entranced as the flow finally began to let up and she had to
press harder to make the glistening butthole gush.
“Beautiful,” Mami said as the last drops trickled out of the loose hole. Homura
shivered beneath her, dazed by her orgasm. “You don’t realize it, but you want
to hold all of this inside you. You use your magic so you grow on the inside to
keep it all in.”
Homura grunted, still unconsciously clenching her pucker in phantom pleasure.
Mami brought a finger forward to tease the loose hole, tickling the rim and
watching raptly as the pucker’s inward and outward pull pressed against her
digit. Homura wanted nice big things in her holes, so Mami would give it to
her. Her cunt ached just thinking of cumming again and again in such a willing
little cum dumpster.
“It’s too bad we just cleaned you out, Akemi-san. I believe my lesson will have
to dirty you up again,” she commented, releasing Homura for a moment to
concentrate on bulging her own clit out. Her magic swirled and pushed the
sensitive flesh, shaping itself into a large cock. It was only five inches,
much less than what she’d used to break Madoka in, but the fun was in growing
in the girl to bring them to the edge of madness.
“T-Tomoe-san, we shouldn’t do this.” Homura gave a token protest, thinking of
Madoka. What would she say if she knew Homura was already being fucked by
another girl? But everything felt so hot and good, Mami’s voice in her ear,
whispering tempting words that had her guts roiling with the thought of
pleasure. Mami was obviously under the influence of whatever had happened in
the alley, and she could feel herself falling under its spell as well. Madoka
would want Homura to take care of Mami and make sure she didn’t hurt, right? It
was only fair, since Mami had taken care of them.
Mami’s cock was already pressing at her wet folds before Homura could think
anymore. “It’s fine. I taught Madoka everything she wanted to know. I’ll be
your teacher so you can be a good lover for her.”
She bucked her hips and plunged the cock forward, rubbing the penis on Homura’s
vulva and drawing out a moan as it skidded past her clit. “Seems like you want
this, too.” She realigned herself quickly and thrust into Homura’s pussy,
easily pushing through the swollen opening to nestle inside the recently-used
fuckhole. It was wonderfully wet and moist, loose from Homura’s arousal and
previous orgasm. She was ready to be taken and pounded until her tunnel was
black and blue. Homura keened as the cock slid into her slot, ass shooting up
as pleasure overcame her. This is what she’d wanted! Something inside, anything
inside to fill her up again!
“Aaaughng, Tomoe-san!” Homura cried, beginning to push herself back onto Mami’s
cock vigorously. The cock didn’t feel nearly deep enough. Some part of her
wanted to feel that bulbous, throbbing head all the way to her neck. It was
such an impossible, dirty thought, but Homura couldn’t shake the picture of
Mami enlarging her cock to the point it slid all the way through her and peeked
out of her mouth. It made her clench down, causing Mami to chuckle as she began
to meet her kouhai’s thrusts in kind. The loud sound of wet flesh slapping
together echoed in the shower, the spray unable to hide the sounds of fucking.
“Akemi-san, your cunny is already so hungry for me. When Madoka wakes up we’ll
have to see if it’s hungry enough for two cocks,” Mami said, grunting at the
end of her sentence as she slapped Homura’s ass. Homura cried out at the
treatment, mind cloudy with the thought of Madoka’s cock stretching her out
alongside Mami. The blonde increased her pace in response to Homura’s
fluttering tunnel, feeling the cunt’s arousal keenly. She pushed a little magic
into her cock, causing it to grow a couple of inches, which Homura’s pussy
greedily accepted.  
“I’m surprised you took the enema so well,” Mami continued after a minute.
Homura simply nodded beneath her, legs sliding on the tile and hands skittering
for purchase. “I thought you’d resist, but you took it all in like a good girl.
Have you had enemas before? Were you just as naughty then, crying out as the
nurse filled you up? You liked the feeling of an adult stuffing your ass with
water and telling you when to let it out, didn’t you?”
Homura didn’t say anything, only softly moaning until Mami delivered another
slap to her buttocks, a bright red hand print blooming on her jiggling flesh as
Mami continued to pound her. “I said, you liked it, right?” Mami asked again,
more forcefully.
Homura hesitated, but at another harsh slap that had both her cheeks stinging
she moaned out, “Yes! Yes I liked when they told me to take my panties off and
lay down! I liked when they spread my butt out and put the tube in! It felt so
good!”
“What a dirty girl,” Mami replied, increasing her tempo yet again and letting
the other girl squeal as each thrust smashed against her cervix. A normal woman
would find this sensation uncomfortable, but it seemed to drive Homura crazy,
causing her to pant and keen in pleasure. She was sure the girl didn’t even
realize all of the delicious noises she was making, echoing in the shower
stall. It must have been her magic at work again, unconsciously weaving itself
into a net of pleasure.
Another minute of thrusting had Homura screaming as an orgasm tore through her,
clamping her vagina onto Mami’s girlcock and choking an orgasm from Mami’s
fuckrod as well. Cum gushed into the girl, not as strong a flow as Madoka’s,
but warm and filling all the same.  Mami held her hips in place, letting her
cock drain fully and riding her orgasm out before pulling out of the girl’s
cunt.
“Very good, Akemi-san,” Mami said. She leaned forward and dipped her fingers
into Homura’s swollen sex before reaching forward to present the cum to Homura
like a gift. “Have a taste. I’m sure no doctor who’s ever fantasized of fucking
you tastes like this.”
Homura, eyes watery and still panting from her orgasm, hesitated only a moment
before leaning forward and tasting the girlcock milk. She was delighted to find
it tasted something like lemon drops and vanilla icing, and eagerly began
lapping at Mami’s fingers. Once they were clean Homura attempted to lift
herself up, only to have Mami press her back down to the floor, forcing her
torso and tits to meet the slick tile.
“Ah ah. We’re not done with your lesson yet,” Mami said icily. She slithered
her hand along Homura’s back, cock already hardening as she reached the girl’s
soft buttocks. “We still haven’t assessed your aptitude-“ and here Mami allowed
her hand to drift and press into Homura’s puckered hole, “here.”
Homura thought about it, some clarity coming to her mind. If they continued
fucking, they might fall into the same loop that she and Madoka had in the
alley. It was something about the cum. Mami had had Madoka’s cum, and Mami had
let her taste it as well. Now Mami’s cum could potentially be affected. It was
a vicious cycle, but as Mami’s index finger delved into her butthole, Homura
lost her train of thought. The intrusion was slightly larger than the enema
tube, and flexed around in her entrance.
“Maybe we should—should wait--,” Homura attempted one last chance to end this
madness, but her heart wasn’t in it. Madoka had fucked her roughly and
passionately in this hole, her dirty, secret place, and now Mami was touching
inside and it felt so so so good—
“Ah,” Mami intoned, drawing her finger out. “On second thought, I’ll save this
lesson for later. For now…” And then she hauled herself over Homura and rested
her cock head, downsized once more to five inches, against the girl’s pucker.
Homura moaned at the sensation, mind racing as the firm cock head slowly began
to penetrate the tight ring of muscle. The lube from the enema had been washed
away, and it was not an easy entry as her body attempted to reject the thick
intruder. Little by little, Mami pushed forward and then, with a satisfying
pop, seated the head of her cock in Homura’s rump.
Homura whined at the stretching sensation, feeling the burning more acutely
than she had in the alley, perhaps because whatever strange curse had caused
her to be so horny had less influence. It was still irresistible. She wanted to
either push the head out like a turd or pull it further into herself.
“How big do you want it?” Mami asked, holding Homura’s hips still to prevent
the girl from finding relief.
“Wha?” Homura replied back, only half-paying attention.
Mami reared back her hand and delivered a loud, stinging slap to Homura’s ass,
causing the flesh to ripple and Homura to scream in surprise. “I. Said,” Mami
repeated. “How big? How big do you want my cock so I can destroy your ass?”
Homura was at a loss for words, still trying to adjust to the penis head inside
her now. Mami waited a moment before calmly slapping her other cheek with the
same force. Homura cried out and choked, “L-like a log! Stretch me out! I don’t
want to walk after this!”
Mami smirked, channeling magic into the cock and letting it thicken. She
wouldn’t try for a long one yet, but she was going to let Homura feel the pain.
Homura could feel the other girl’s dickhead slowly begin expanding. It
stretched her rim, igniting more burning in her rear. Homura was speechless at
the sensation for a few moments but then began crying out. “M-Mami-san! Please,
it hurts…!”
“Remember before, Akemi-san? When you said you couldn’t take all of the enema?
Now is just like then. You better keep all of my cock inside or I’ll have to
punish you,” Mami said, holding Homura’s ass cheeks apart to accommodate for
her thickening girth.
Homura’s only response was soft, dry sobbing as the dick head grew to the size
of a fist. It was enormous, and she was sure she’d split in half from the
gargantuan amount of pressure. It ceased growing after a second and Homura was
left gasping for breath.
“That’s a good girl, Akemi-san. I knew you could do it,” Mami said, smiling and
patting the girl’s head. Homura looked up at the sunny girl with teary eyes,
and it caused Mami to reflexively jerk her hips forward, shooting Homura’s eyes
wide open in pain. Mami didn’t think she was much of a masochist, but for some
reason, Homura was bringing out the worst in her. That was a technique a
teacher had used on her once, looking her in the eyes just as he began to
thrust savagely into her tight cunt. It was so arousing, seeing those violet
eyes cross with pain and a hint of pleasure. And she was most definitely
feeling pleasure. She could sense Homura’s magic at work, quickly accommodating
her passage for Mami’s girthy weiner and firing off the girl’s pleasure
centers.
“You like big cocks and huge loads, Akemi-san,” Mami said, thrusting forward
again and burying a sliver of her dong into Homura’s butthole. The tunnel was
trying to suck her in now, and it was almost an effort to hold herself back.
“You’re a size queen that wants to be fucked and filled up to the brim. Your
holes are greedy, even when you’re crying out that you don’t want it. Tell me,
Akemi-san. Do you want my cock? Do you want to be a cockbitch and bend over for
me and Madoka every day, every hour, every minute?”
She punctuated her questions with harsh slaps to Homura’s bottom, that had the
girl squealing in pain and delight. Trembling, Homura said, “Yes. Yes!”
SMACK! “Yes what?”
“I want your cock!”
SMACK! SMACK! “And?!”
“I-I want to be your—your cockbitch! You and Madoka!” SMACK! “I never want to
be without one of your cocks inside me! Please!! Please fuck me!”
Without another word Mami thrust the rest of her girth inside Homura, bucking
the girl forward and sheathing her mammoth schlong in the girl’s guts. Homura
screamed, brain whiting out at the sensation. She was sure she passed out for a
moment, becoming aware of Mami’s thrusts jerking her across the tile. The
tightness of her ass was suffocating, practically turning Mami’s knees to
gelatin. It felt so fucking good to slam herself into Homura. 
Homura could scarcely find words to parse her thoughts, and could only focus on
her own animalistic grunts as the cock thrusting into her ripped them from her
throat without effort or care. She should be ashamed and mortified. Mami had
called her a cockbitch, had wanted to use her every day with Madoka. And she’d
agreed! But it seemed so trivial when Mami was right. She loved the sensation
of cock pulling in and out of her, bruising her tunnels and filling her insides
with sticky cum. She didn’t even notice the dribbles of drool falling from her
gaping mouth, washed away in the spray from the shower.
Without even touching her clit she was quickly and violently ravaged by another
orgasm, which seemed to die off but then was replaced by a second orgasm a
moment after.  She clenched her ass, blind to everything but her own pleasure.
Mami was howling behind her, savagely tearing at her ass with her cock and
dumping wads of cum in her colon as Homura’s ass milked her dry.
Homura slowly slipped into unconsciousness, a smile on her lips as Mami’s cock,
barely phased by her release, began to thrust again.
End Notes
     Didn't think I'd continue, huh? Well, maybe I shouldn't have lol. Had
     this in the hard drive for months before finally going 'eh, what the
     heck, let's finish it.' If I write a continuation, it will probably
     feature Madoka after Homura's shower.
     I can't imagine how Mami has such a nice apartment when she is an
     orphan, even if her parents did leave a substantial amount of money
     behind. It might be fun to write Mami learning her 'tricks.' Tell me
     what you guys would like to see.
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