Puella Monstrum Madoka Moecha – Chapter 16 – Sayaka’s Adventures in Catholic Guilt [9.6k Words, NSFW]

Sayaka – What Goes Around Comes Around

Waters rush. Waters roar.

And, through all the exhaustion, through all the bone-deep need to close my eyes and let the world turn to darkness…

I answer them.

A maelstrom sweeps across my bedroom, leaving my furniture untouched as it spirals around me, going faster and faster with every turn and revolution, getting closer until blue waters with white crests lap at my body, cutting into me without breaking my skin, the cold of the deeps and of mountain rivers racing through my veins.

Every beat of my heart pulsing with power.

It would all be the coolest transformation sequence ever if it wasn’t for the tentacle shoved down my throat!

Motes of magic start to form into my martial dress, and I shove them aside, skipping the magical girl stage to dive outright into the water monster, the rays of streetlamps slipping between the blinds on my window wavering through the blurry currents and dotting my now blue belly with the same colors I would see when swimming under tall waves, my hands reaching up at the green, glowing girl on top of me as webbed skin slides down between my fingers, translucent to the point of being almost transparent.

And then I go to the stage of my monster form that I was aiming for:

Gills.

My head clears up as six slits on the sides of my neck open and let me take in the breath that Hitomi—because of course it’s Hitomi—has denied me, and I focus on the malleability of my own form, shifting for the first time something I’ve never cared to before:

Teeth.

I grow teeth.

Three rows of pointy, serrated teeth.

And I move my jaw from side to side.

“Fuck!” the green girl uncharacteristically yells as she hurries to take the tentacle away from my gentle warning.

“I’m very likely to fuck you up, yes,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and taking away a green, shimmering, sticky fluid that I refuse to acknowledge tastes like mind-bogglingly delicious lemon-lime sherbet.

“Again. You mean fuck me up again,” one of my oldest friends says.

Which… okay. Fair.

… ‘Fair’ may not be the right word, come to think of it.

“As many times as it takes,” I say, refusing to back down on the principle that what kind of heroine would cower when a monster holds her against her will on her bed, wrapping her legs in slimy tentacles and…

Oh.

…

Okay. Okay, Sayaka, there’s absolutely no reason to think that, just because you claim to be a paladin, you will end up like all those big-chested, often ponytailed, and always blonde princess knights end up in those manga that you most definitely only read because of the plot. Surely, you won’t tell Hitomi, ‘Just kill me,’ through clenched teeth to get her to spare you the humiliation right before she shoves a tentacle long enough to distort your belly right into your—

“How can you ignore me when I’m doing this?” she says with alarming—okay, I may be too anxious to get a proper read on her, but at this point in our relationship, absolutely anything that makes her raise her tone is, by default, an alarming something.

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m just… thinking,” I say, trying to be conciliatory and hold both hands palm forward only to realize that the left one is currently wrapped by a very tight, somewhat cool, intriguingly squishy tentacle.

A tentacle long enough to distort my belly if she shoved it right between my—

“Thinking. That’s what you’re doing when your eyes go everywhere but toward mine,” she says, about as sour as she tastes.

“I… Uh… Hitomi?” I say, doing my best to stare at the green, glowing eyes hovering in front of me and to offer her a smile only about half as horrified as what I showed Dad when the subject of choose-your-own-genitalia came up.

“Yes?” she asks, narrowing those very eyes in a way that changes the entire shape of her face, her cheekbones raising and sharpening as green pupils glow harsher.

“Why are you a magical girl, Hitomi?” I ask to buy myself some time as I struggle to come up with other ways to keep the conversation going without any rearranging of my internal organs.

Mami already was big enough, thank you very much.

“Because,” she says, coiling tentacles tightening around my thighs and making me gasp in what I hope is not the prelude to me insincerely begging for the swift release of death.

She… licks her lips.

Unnecessarily and just for show, seeing how glossy all of her is, but it still does the trick in conveying quite a bit of hunger and yearning that makes me futilely struggle against my bindings to flee her and not, you understand, to feel her cool touch sliding over my skin as she digs tight furrows into my tender flesh.

“Because…?” I ask with my voice trembling just a tiny, teensy bit.

She lowers past my cheek and toward my right, finned ear, the thick tendrils her hair has turned into hovering over my throat and all but tickling me.

“Because you filled me up,” she says as she slides her left hand along the inner side of my right forearm, crawling up and up, the fingertips dancing over my lotion-slick skin until she reaches my hand and her fingers caress between mine at skin that isn’t usually there, tugging the webbed membranes down to interlace our fingers before holding me and pushing me down all at once.

Making me arch my back.

Forcing my hardening nipples against the pearls of my bikini top and against her chest, some of her fluid sliding between the nacre spheres, making them spin around the threads passing through them and against my breasts, a mournful moan pushing past my throat despite my best attempts.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I… filled you up?” I say, striving not to have my eyelids flutter and just looking at the ceiling on top of my bed, thin, green, wavering lines shining on it like it’s the bottom of a pool.

“You did. You shoved your cock inside my tiny, narrow, tight, virgin pussy, Sayaka. You shoved it all the way in. You fucked me until I could only beg for more, barely clinging to your every thrust so I wouldn’t fall unconscious. And then you came inside my just deflowered, fertilewomb. Again, and again, and again.”

Her voice rumbles inside my head in a way that makes me suspect I’m not the only one with voice powers, but it’s her tongue diving right into my ear that makes me shudder, my whole body trembling against the coils of slime that should be soothingly cool but that are making me burn, engraving her touch on me with every tightening and release.

My jaw’s hanging open, and… and…

I have…

I have had Kyouko riding over my cock. Mami’s railed me so hard that I didn’t even register Kyouko pushing past the tight ring of my throat. I’ve been taken for long enough to make me a flopping pile of flesh unable to do anything but gurgle cum bubbles.

I am exhausted.

So why do I want even more?

“You took me,” she whispers, dark and dangerous, her voice making my toes curl until my curved claws tickle the soles of my feet. “You fed me your cum, taking it straight from my pussy and into my mouth, making me taste you before forcing me to swallow. And you kept coming. You kept shooting more of it inside of me even as I went delirious around you, Sayaka.”

“I…” my voice croaks, and I try to swallow before I speak again, only for another tentacle to wrap around my throat and tighten, caressing the borders of my gills, making me thrill at the discovery of something I would never have suspected on my own. “I… I feel terrible… about it,” I say, holding my hips still despite the sheer need to tilt them up and toward the body dripping light, stinging pieces of Hitomi all over me.

“You look so beautiful like this…” she mutters before her tongue swirls once again inside of my ear.

I whine.

And then she traces each of the bony, radial protrusions of the fin with the tip of a wet, elongating tongue before nibbling on the traces of my earlobe and kissing along my jaw, her gummy-like teeth tickling whenever she nips at me.

I squeeze my right hand trapped on hers, and her body yields for a single moment, my fingers sinking into the back of her hand.

It… it melts.

And suddenly, I’m clasping at the inside of a ball of elastic, wet Hitomi, entirely trapped in the blob that was slender fingers and a possessive touch a moment ago.

She doesn’t swirl around me. Her fluid is much too thick for that.

But it still moves. Flows.

Caresses me up and down, making my hand relax inside of her as my eyes roll back when her tongue traces the underside of my jaw, tilting my whole head back with the slightest prodding.

I… I should be fighting. Resisting.

Or, at the very least, asking her to kill me?

“You filled me up, Sayaka. And, as it turns out, you did such a thorough job of it, of fucking me full of your seed, that your magic stuck inside of me. That there was enough for me to turn into a magical girl. Just. Like. You,” she says, dragging every syllable like she does her tongue along the lines of my face or her coiling tentacles around my thighs and arms.

But…

But… there’s something important. More important than my second oldest friend driving me wild with the aching, heated void between my tired legs.

“Your wish?” I manage to ask, forcing myself to look back at her.

To meet suddenly wide, green eyes the color of grass in the summertime.

“I…” she says, pulling away from my face.

“Hitomi?” I say, more worried than horny, angry, or indignant.

“I don’t…” she looks away, doing the thing she accused me earlier of.

I… I wiggle my hand inside the blob of her, calling her attention to the gesture, and then I mimic closing my grip around her absent fingers, precisely as it was moments ago.

Intimate.

Reassuring.

I hope.

“I… I know how horny you must be,” I start, immediately berating myself for my incredibly moronic phrasing and bluntness. “And I don’t blame you. At all. But… But if you’re still… I’m worried, Hitomi. So, please, talk to me even if you have to fuck my throat while you do it.”

She blinks down at me.

And she bursts into laughter.

Rude.

“Only you, Sayaka. Only you,” she says when she manages to calm down enough.

“I was trying to be a good friend,” I say, not crossing my arms indignantly because of obvious reasons.

“Trying,” the obvious reason says, her emphasis and arched not-eyebrow entirely unwarranted.

“I mean, other than a tiny, teensy bit of mind control and sexual assault…” I say, drifting off but not because I’m sulking.

Or pouting.

Shut up.

That goes for you and your cackling as well, Hitomi.

… Any day now.

“Only you, Sayaka,” she repeats, wiping a glowing green tear away with the back of a hand that seems to be attached to what, if I’m not miscounting, is a third arm. And no, I’m not being euphemistic.

Only… she says it with a softer tone than before. With fondness. With… with the same kind of voice I’ve heard on many birthdays, and—

She’s kissing me.

And, for some reason, her lips on mine and her tongue coiling around my own make a spike of panicked adrenalin shoot through me that her being all but already fucking me didn’t.

“Wha—” I try to say when she lets up.

But she dives back right in.

She fills my mouth with all her… flavor. With the sour, refreshing taste of sweet limes. With a tingling that clings to my palate like a thousand tiny tongues exploring every crevice as I fight back the surge of monster-lust and try to keep looking at my friend rather than fall back on my pillow and just… just surrender to her kiss, her touch, her taste—

I force my eyes open and call on my waters.

Spirals of blue magic tinted by green light surround us both as tightly as Hitomi’s tentacles cling to me, and I pulse all the power I got from Mami and Kyouko through them, throwing both of us up, over my untidy bed, before I stop us so abruptly that Hitomi’s head jerks back and away from me.

“What the Hell,” I say before I can even think of something better to say.

And she, of course, tears up.

… This is so damn unfair.

“I… Sayaka, I—”

“No. No, before we talk about this, you’re going to tell me about your wish,” I say, not sure why. Maybe because I’m afraid of what she’s going to say, or maybe because I think one thing will lead to another, or because I’m sticking to what I already thought was an issue before I tackle what definitely is an issue, or—

“To never fail you,” she says, voice low enough that I barely hear her over the sound of flowing water.

I blink at her.

And, with a flex of my magic, claws grow from my trapped hand, breaking the surface of the glob of green slime tying me down, Hitomi’s arm recoiling from mine as I slash forward…

To cup her cheek.

She blinks at me, still teared up, drops of glowing green stuck to the corners of her eyes, and I retract my claws before tracing the thin line of a squishy cheekbone as I just stare at her with as much… as much openness as I can manage.

“You didn’t have to,” I say with a strained voice.

“I wanted to,” she says, leaning against my touch.

I close my eyes, just feeling her face mold itself against my hand, letting the membrane between my fingers come up yet again to touch more of her. To surround her as fully as I’m able.

To support her like I should have rather than flee from her.

“Why?” I say, knowing precisely how she’s going to answer, even if it will still shock me to hear those words from her lips.

“Because I… Because I finally admitted to myself that I love you.”

Damn it.

I feel my own tears push past my closed eyelids without pouring out, at least having the decency not to cry in front of the girl who’s being braver than I’ve ever been, monster fighting included.

Because I never confessed to Kyousuke, did I? I just… I just let magic happen as the monster took over, and I fucked him into dehydrated unconsciousness. I wasn’t brave enough to open myself to rejection and pain, and…

And I’m still fleeing.

What kind of paladin flees from a fair maiden?

“You’re my friend, Hitomi. Not my best friend, because I don’t want to rank Madoka and you, but if she wasn’t there, you would be,” I say, opening my eyes as I slide my hand to her nape, my thumb brushing past the waving hair tendrils.

“You’re… You’re also my friend,” she says. “And I never thought that I wanted more until…”

I pull her down.

But I don’t kiss her.

I hold her against me, my chest rising and falling against hers as I force myself to breathe through my nose so that she can feel it. So that she can know just how affected I am by all this.

By her.

“I can’t answer you,” I say, my voice creaking. “Not… I am a mess, Hitomi. A terrible, awful mess who keeps doing and saying the wrong thing. Who keeps making all the mistakes I never thought I would. So I can’t… You’re worth more than this. More than me. You deserve—”

Her tentacle tightens against my neck, and I am forced to shut up as she slowly rises over me until she can look down on me with all her burning fury.

“I deserve? I deserve what, Sayaka? To be used, stuffed full of your cum, and then thrown away so you can run off to sulk? So I have to deal with having had my first time on my own, with only Madoka to even take an interest in how I’m doing? To have Kyuubey console me?”

I, wisely, do not point out that we did indeed have a talk about her losing her first time already, or precisely how enthusiastic and vigorous she was this morning, or that, indeed, she’s the first girl I’ve been with, and that should count for me losing at least part of a virginity with her.

Though at least a little bit of my insightful, silent wisdom comes from her strangling me too tightly for me to answer.

Something that Hitomi seems to realize when, with a slight hint of panic, she lets me go so unexpectedly that I lose control of my magic, and I fall back on my bed, with her crashing down on top of me fractions of a second later.

Which feels precisely like it does to bellyflop on a pool.

Thus, my pained moaning.

“Sorry!” she says, four hands roaming my body and trying to soothe me with their tingling touch. “I… I just got so angry, and the monster keeps messing with my head, and I just want to engulf you, and drag you in, and keep you inside of me until you are mine, and I bet you could breathe inside of me with your gills, and I’m pretty sure my body is nutritious enough that I could keep you there for years, suspended inside of me as I fucked you with as many spiraling tendrils as I could fit inside your pussy, throat, and ass, and, oh god, you have such an ass, Sayaka, it’s just plain not fair. You’re like the distillation of the tomboy childhood friend, and I want to make you squeal with the girliest voice you can make, bubbles of air leaving your lungs and crawling up inside my body—I mean, are you all right?”

I blink at her.

“I am terrified of answering that question,” I say, doing my best to keep the mental images away and my cheeks from darkening.

“… You seem set on not answering anything,” she says with a very Hitomi, dignified pout, her crossed arms pushing against her breasts as the other two sink back into her sides as she sits on top of my pelvis.

“I don’t think either of us is in the right state of mind to tackle your coming out of the closet and declaring your undying love for me,” I say, immediately regretting not putting at least a few points in speech.

“Me coming out of the closet? You were the one railing me unconscious!”

“To be fair, that could arguably count as somewhat heterosexual,” I say because why stop digging at this point?

“Oh, so, if I grew a foot-long cock and shoved it inside of you, that would be a perfectly heterosexual thing to do, wouldn’t it?” she says, leaning forward, one hand on each side of my head, my pillow sinking under our combined weight.

I try to stare defiantly up at her, maybe mutter a bitter ‘Just kill me,’ and instead end up staring at her breasts hanging down just low enough that nipples surrounded by dripping moisture almost brush against the still slick pearls of my top.

When I manage to look back up, her raised eyebrow is doing its best to enunciate a silent yet deafening, ‘Really?’

So I lick my lips, bite the lower right corner of them, and…

And, with a flick of my hand, my claws slice through the thin threads sewed through the wet pearls of my top, scattering them all over the floor of my room with a clattering noise that is almost like rainfall.

And, this time, it’s Hitomis’ turn to look somewhat silly as she stares down at bare tits.

I may feel a bit smugger at this if I wasn’t so busy being out-of-my-mind levels of horny.

“Hitomi?” I ask the top of her bowed head.

“Yes?” she asks without looking away from dark blue nipples lit by the green, rippling light coming from her body.

“If you’re half as horny as I think you are… You can do whatever you want to me.”

Slowly, glacially, she looks up at me, and it takes me a moment to realize that she has reshaped her neck rather than moved her head.

“I just told you I love you,” she says.

“And I told you I can’t answer you while I’m still a mess.”

“I—you—”

“So you can go ahead and make me a worse mess,” I say.

Before I can even realize she’s moved, my arms and legs are wrapped once again, a tentacle is squeezing my neck, and her hands are kneading my tits, her wet flesh sliding over the lotion covering my skin, my breasts ballooning between her fingers even as they shapeshift over me, growing longer and bending around my curves, sinking deeper, making my hips sway uncontrollably under her as I moan and writhe, rough breathing turning into wet warbling when she leans down and sucks on my left nipple, making the right one ache with loneliness when her tongue surrounds me and splits like Kyouko’s, both tips dancing around me in maddening rhythm that my waters answer to by surging up in a dome glittering with my blue magic and her green light.

Covering us.

Like we are in an underwater temple.

… Water levels are always the worst, but they do tend to be pretty, at least.

And, if I ever had to get captured and tortured by an underwater monster…

I keep biting my lip, retracting my extra rows of teeth when I remember they are still there, and I test the strength of her grip on me, her coils tightening reflexively as soon as I tense my arms.

I look down at my wet, slobbered breasts, and I find her burning eyes waiting for me.

I force myself to breathe through my mouth. To strain when she strangles me harder. To make her feel as in control as I’m not.

And I do tilt my pelvis up.

I moan yet again when she parts my sarong and exposes me to her, a round thigh sliding between mine and pushing down, rubbing along my wet lips, slathering them with the tingly moisture that drips down her body.

“Do you like that?” she asks, her eyes lidded like I’ve never seen before.

I frantically nod, my chin digging into the bulging tentacle wrapped under it.

“I don’t think you deserve to like this, Sayaka. I think you should be punished,” she purrs, her eyes further narrowing over a wicked smile.

‘God, yes,’ I mouth out.

She smirks.

Licks her lips.

And her tongue keeps pushing out, lengthening and thickening until it reaches my breastbone, then it slithers around my right breast, squeezing under the grip of her hand, making me shiver and press harder against her round thigh on my sex before she also circles around my left breast and thrusts between them.

I try to nod farther, to look down at the round, thick tongue fucking my tits.

And I watch.

My flesh jiggles after every thrust, the bulges of blue skin rippling between green, constraining bands, the tongue turning more and more cylindrical as I keep watching her defiling me.

‘Just kill me,’ I very much don’t say.

Because all I can think about is how badly I need her.

So, without even knowing what I’m doing, I open my mouth and roll out my tongue past my lips, wagging it invitingly.

She squeezes my breasts. Hard. Harder. Rough enough to tear a strangled moan out of me right before she surges forward and her tongue enters my mouth, the tube of magic flesh turned into something that has ridges and pulsing veins, that tastes deliciously sour and sweet, that makes me lick madly at the underside before she rushes down my throat.

I hold on for as long as I can, delighting in the gradual appearance of dotted sparks of bright color between her and me as I grow lightheaded and feel like I’ll fade away, letting her deprive me of air, letting her control me to the point that she dictates if I’m allowed to breathe.

Until I can’t hold it any longer, the edges of my vision fading to black, Hitomi’s face even more blurred than her monster form warrants, the green and blue light of my dome and her body casting wavering lines on top of us that mingle into a single color.

And I open my gills.

Her acid, tingling touch immediately fills me, and she was right: I can breathe her.

I can take air from her.

She looks at me, her mouth impossibly open, her tongue thrusting in and out of me and between my breasts, rubbing and squeezing, fucking me, turning me into the only thing I can think of to be for her so I can atone for even a fraction of what I’ve put her through today.

She pushes my thighs together rather than spread apart, as inviting as I could make myself for her, and I feel a spark of rejection that I crush as thoroughly as I can, sucking on her with the renewed capacity for it that my gills allow me, tightening my lips around the cool cylinder rushing in and out of them.

Waiting.

Waiting with heat dripping down my folds, my opening pulsing around the idea of the cock I don’t have inside of me, my mind melting at Hitomi denying me what we both need so, so bad.

I try not to rub my thighs together and end up succumbing to the temptation of alleviating this cruel denial even a tiny smidge, tears once more gathered in the corners of my eyes as I look pitifully up at Hitomi while sucking desperately and eagerly on her tongue-cock.

She smiles.

A cruel grin that makes my nipples even harder before she pinches and rolls them, making me arch my back to chase her all-encompassing touch and increase it. To have her pressing harder on me.

The coils around my legs melt.

And my eyes shoot open as I feel it. As I feel everything from my waist down floating up, rising above my bed as Hitomi envelopes me.

Her upper body is still her, arms still pushing down on my kneaded tits, her own breasts standing firmer than they have any right to be as they grow up to my size, but her hips over my belly flare, and she’s…

I’m inside of her.

And something prods at my pussy.

I try to react, but I don’t know whether to moan, shake my head, or plead with upturned eyes. I don’t know what to do other than keep breathing Hitomi, to keep tasting her on my tongue and swallowing around the piece of her plowing my throat, desperately milking the one cock that I have inside of me.

Something round and soft slowly turns, corkscrewing what feels like the tip of a big cock against my tight opening.

I try to spread my legs. To make it easier for her to push, to plunge herself into my canal with a single, rushing thrust that will have me spasming around her in desperate need and release.

She doesn’t let me.

She keeps my legs still, holding me down so that I can only shudder against her touch as she keeps entering me, the position making it feel like I’m narrower and her cock wider. Bigger. Like I can’t accommodate her.

My folds tingle like all my lower body does, encased in the lemony acid of her body, and I almost wish she would burn me. That she would brand me as the terrible, awful friend that I am. That she would make it so I can never forget the night she pushed me down and made me pay for my sins.

I am going mad.

I am… squeezing. Harder. Tighter. Rubbing my thighs against one another again and again, wiggling my hips so that her tip pushes against different parts of me, each of them accompanied by a sudden sucking on the thing fucking my mouth and tits, reaching so deep past my throat that I feel like it reaches my chest from both within and without.

And I do beg. I plead silently other than the slobbering, shameful sounds of my saliva mingling with her moisture.

With the upturned eyes I couldn’t offer before.

She leans down, hovering right in front of my face, looking at me intently, searching for I don’t know what.

And she thrusts.

It’s slim and quick, a slithering tendril rather than the thick cock, suddenly reaching up all the way, as deep as Mami got and then deeper still.

The sparks are back, my blood roaring in my finned ears as I struggle to remain conscious despite the first, slight, tiny orgasm that only serves to make me yearn for more. That entices me with what’s to come rather than sate me.

She squeezes my breasts once again, her tongue slowly fucking them as she presses my yielding flesh around it.

And she thickens.

My eyes fly open in panic when I feel her stretching me, inflating in pulses that travel up my body, her cock remaining unmoving inside of me but making me feel like I’m being hammered again and again by different cocks that grow in size after every mind-numbing thrust.

Then… Then she closes her mouth, and her tongue-cock shifts, the origin of it leaving her lips and traveling down her body until it sprouts from the mass of indistinct fluid holding my hips up.

“I love you,” she says as she keeps me mute, fucking my throat, only letting me breathe because of her body caressing my gills and filling me with her even further.

“I tried not to notice, you know?” she says, maddeningly calm as I writhe under her when she finally pulls back, leaving me tingling and empty, aching for her return. “I just… I just liked being with you, but it wasn’t proper. Not with my best friend, good old Sayaka. Not with a girl.”

She looks down at my breasts, once more entranced by them, the rolling of my nipples slowing as her fingers turn curious and cautious.

“Madoka forced me to admit it,” she says, and I mentally make a note to tell the pink-haired girl just how grateful I am for her assistance, briefly wondering how caustic I’m actually being and how sincere I could be when Hitomi keeps fucking me raw.

She leans down and kisses my forehead with heartbreaking tenderness.

And I fail to whine, so I, instead, amorously lick the underside of the cock in my mouth.

“Madoka and Kyuubey. They… they helped, Sayaka. And I… it’s so new. It’s just… It’s like this dam I’d kept patching over and over, making sure it didn’t burst, and now the monster in me has torn it to pieces, and I just… I need you,” she says, making my heart race faster than the cocks inside of me.

And she thrusts.

My world goes white, and my body vibrates inside her hold, all my monstrous strength powerless to do anything but show me how defenseless I am. How utterly at her mercy as my jaw aches around her, and she lets me arch my back and shove my breasts harder against her touch, my head sinking deeper into my pillow as it becomes the only part of my body even remotely near to my bed.

“I need you,” she breathes, her voice a bit rougher, almost like she’s making an effort. Straining just by not railing me unconscious. “I need you, and I love you, and I’m mad at you.”

I manage to open my eyes just in time to see her diving back to my side, her new tongue once again tracing the bony spines of my right ear and making me realize that I can, indeed, move the stupid thing as it spasms completely beyond my control and makes Hitomi giggle.

“So… Because I love you, and because you hurt me, and because I need you… I’m going to punish you, Sayaka,” she says.

Her body ripples around me in waves of pressure dancing along my legs, up from my feet, around my calves, in lines of cool fire over my thighs…

And she parts my ass.

My eyes go wider at both the sensation and the realization, and I struggle to… to say something, anything. To tell Hitomi…

I don’t even know.

To just kill me?

The stupid thought goes past my mind, joining the shards of all other thoughts as she thrusts once again, both in my throat and pussy, and then… then a third cock swirls against my ass, prodding back and forth, a bit of her slipping inside of me and lubricating the passage so that she can intrude on me without any issues.

So that she can take me.

All of me.

I scream when she does, when she takes the last, untouched part of me, the magic gathered in my lungs struggling to become song but denied by the thick shaft sealing anything but bubbling gurgles of saliva mixed with slime pushing between my lips and the shaft beating between my breasts.

I’ve got barely a moment to process that Hitomi has, indeed, taken another fraction of virginity from me, and then she’s above me once more, eyes tightly closed and dribbles of brightly glowing spit sliding past her clenched teeth as she holds both of us impossibly still, quivering hard enough that ripples travel through her surface, shaking loose droplets of her that rain down on me, stinging with every splash, making me try to moan, to twist my head and neck around the thick shaft lodged inside of me.

And then she moves.

She starts slow, and I’m deliriously, blissfully grateful for it. For every inch that moves in and out of my lips, my pussy, my ass. For every nudge at my insides, for every band of growing pressure breaching me.

I can handle it. I can take all that she gives me. I can want even more.

Until, suddenly, I can’t.

My mind whites out a second time when her weight slamsagainst my hips, sending a wave of pure sensation up to crash against my battered consciousness.

And then, as Hitomi finds her rhythm, comes another.

My eyes are blurred by tears that are neither sad nor happy, just overwhelmed, but I manage to see her through them. To see the loose, lopsided grin that blooms on her lips as she stares down at me, her hands finally (sadly) leaving my breasts to hold my sides, the sensation of being taken increasing by a whole notch as she pulls me against her right as two cocks slam against my insides, making me struggle to throw my head back and scream myself hoarse.

But I can’t.

I can’t move my head at all as the cock in my mouth goes rigid and holds me in place even as it grows thicker around my breasts to hold them up so that I can see my coral blue nipples bouncing up and down every time that Hitomi rails me. Every time that she does her best to make me come again, speared on all three holes, my legs tightly bound together, my arms spread as far as they go as my hands open and close futilely, wishing hers were in my grip so that I could lace our fingers together and squeeze, reassured that she’s there, holding me even as she unmakes me.

Even as she fucks all the stupid thoughts away.

There… there may be a lot of stupid to work through.

Thankfully, Hitomi seems up to the task.

Or that’s what I think when she suddenly speeds up, her body now splashing thick droplets and dollops over me as her face blurs when it keeps shifting expressions, and I can do nothing but go limp in her grasp, doing my best to just take her. To take the hard, deep dicking I deserve.

To look at her with tearful, upturned eyes as I make kissing motions around the cock in my mouth.

The cock abruptly comes alive once again, twisting and bending, rubbing the inside of my throat and the upper part of my tongue before pulling away, leaving behind only burning, aching yearning and her very tip past my lips.

I don’t even think about it; I lick it. I trace every part of the glans in my mouth, sucking on it desperately and unending with all the strength my gills filled with Hitomi lend my lungs, finding just how lifelike it is as it keeps dripping dribbles of lime-flavored, thick precum through a slit that I caress with my tongue like it’s her lips and we’re lovers rather than two friends being very, very stupid.

She thrusts once more, just touching the ring of my throat, and I swallow around her, constricting, making it as intense for her as I can as I clench my fists, and my claws press against my palms hard enough it borders on pain, just like the tentacle wrapped around my neck does.

She grunts.

I thrill.

And, suddenly, she fills me. Again. Entirely. Completely. In a way that’s… new.

Rope after rope of her semen flies into my mouth, my cheeks ballooning out before I can swallow my first taste of her, of sour and salt mixing in a way that reminds me of my first tequila shot for the brief moment I’m coherent enough to remember anything at all before a torrent slams against the opening to my womb at the same time as she fills my ass.

As she keeps cumming from three places at once, with her magic adding even more sensation to my already overwhelmed, feverish brain.

As she makes me finally throw my head back, my face splattered with her cum as soon as her cock goes past my lips, and I cough while trying to scream, the semen in my mouth fountaining up like the most obscene fireworks I’ve ever seen before raining down on me, running down my cheeks, chin, and over my loose lips as I keep gurgling even more cum bubbles than when it was Mami and Kyouko railing me at once.

She keeps cumming, keeps shooting more, and more, and moreof her in me until it overflows, until I can feel jets of her cum shooting out of my openings even as they tighten as hard as I’m able around her, trying to keep all of Hitomi in, greedily milking the two cocks still inside of me as cum keeps dribbling into my mouth and my weakly extended tongue from the cock that escaped rather than shoot its delicious load straight down my throat.

I swallow.

My eyelids flutter.

And I finally realize I haven’t stopped cumming since Hitomi started.

My thoughts swim in a daze of sheer, overwhelming pleasure, all the words inside of me drowning except the ones that have to do with what she’s doing to my body and how it’s right on the line of what I can tolerate. Of the overwhelming sensations that keep crashing over and through me, taking everything away but the very dredges of a Sayaka who’s never felt like this before.

So… so fulfilled.

The tentacle around my neck slackens, and I whine in protest as she gently lowers me onto my bed, the memory foam mattress immediately molding to my bound shape and enveloping me in a way that I find entirely unsatisfying after having been wrapped in Hitomi.

My shoulders sink, and my head shifts forward as it remains on top of my pillow, gently helping me look forward and above at the slimegirl breathing heavily despite having no lungs that I can see through her semi-transparent body.

My magic’s the only part of me that isn’t exhausted and drained, the swirling, luminescent dome above us casting just enough of blue and green light to make her look eerily beautiful as my tired heart tries to race at the sight of her. At the girl hovering above me, becoming my moon and stars if only for this single moment in which my fatigued brain can do nothing but take her in without any thoughts getting in the way of how I should or not feel for my friend.

Then… she closes her eyes, her lips tighten into a single line.

And her cocks slide out of me.

I… I mourn, wordlessly begging for her to stay even as I feel spirals of fluid inside of me, but they aren’t rushing in, but taking away, and I could cry at the sheer feeling of loss.

But then another tentacle slowly grows out from beneath her belly, crawling over mine in delightfully, shiver-inducing coolness even as it pushes past my no longer bound breasts, and…

And it raises like a curious snake peering down at me.

That’s when I notice that the tentacle is green, the same color as Hitomi… except for the white line traveling up its length.

There’s… there’s a lot of white.

But I don’t even have to think about it before I open my mouth and stick my floppy, lifeless tongue once more, too weak to even wag it invitingly as a round hole opens on the tip of the tentacle and…

And sour and salty white pours over me in a thin trickle that is no more than I can swallow and keep swallowing in an uninterrupted display of devotion that only my gills allow for, taking in all that Hitomi just shot inside of me, briefly thankful that, according to Kyouko, monstergirls are perfectly safe and clean even there.

I’m too weak to even think to protest, so I swallow and keep swallowing, drinking all that Hitomi has to offer until the last dribble falls on my upper lip and I lick it clean before showing her a proud smile that all but begs her to pat my head and tell me what a good girl I’ve been.

Instead, she shoves the tentacle right down my throat, pulsing with hardness and thickness as soon as it breaches my lips, making my eyes widen, and a muffled protest come out of me for the brief moment that she still allows me that much freedom before she lovingly strangles me once more.

And then my ass and pussy are full once more, this time with my legs spread open and up, her hands pushing my ankles until I’m bent over, my knees press on my breasts, and my feet are by my ears.

She pulls her reformed hips back, leaving desperate emptiness behind.

She rushes forward, my bed shaking and the dome above us rippling.

And, yet again, white crashes over my thoughts.

***

“I… I wasn’t planning on being that rough,” the girl resting by my side says.

“Glargh,” I wisely answer.

“It’s just…” she drifts off, tracing idle, curious circles around a blue nipple too tired to rise to the occasion. “I did think about… punishing you, I admit that, but… I think that was mostly the monster, and I’m…”

“Hng?” I encourage her to continue, if only so she will be too distracted to ram my holes open again.

“Like… I’m not used to admitting to feeling lust for… for you. I even used to masturbate thinking about you and Kyousuke, can you imagine that?” she says, adding a bit of a giggle, as if that makes any sense whatsoever.

“Egh…” I say to fill the silence like I very much do not want to be filled.

“Like… just imagine the mental gymnastics going on; ‘Oh, I’m not a lesbian with a life-long crush on my childhood friend, I just get off to the thought of her stealing my perfectly safe and heterosexual crush away from me in very vivid scenarios that feature her round, bouncy ass in glorious detail. That’s completely normal, isn’t it?’” she says, the giggle from earlier percolating through the entire speech and making me feel things that I’m too exhausted to process.

“Naaaargh,” I say. Or, more accurately, that’s the sound that comes out when my jaw drops a bit further open than the last time she fucked my throat raw.

Which was, if my mental clock is at all accurate, about two minutes ago, give or take a couple of centuries.

“Oh, you can drop the act already,” she cruelly says with a bright, cheerful smile and a playful shove.

Which is, of course, when I fall off my bed and crash on my room’s floor.

“Sayaka!” she says in completely misplaced concern as I twitch, my face stuck to the floor and my apparently round and bouncy ass raised in one of the few positions she hasn’t plundered it in.

“Mthfurffle,” I say, the sound more or less resembling the word I actually had in mind through random happenstance rather than intent.

I hear her feet hit the floor, and I go immediately still with the now-conditioned knowledge that two cocks are about to enter my up till now non-Hitomi-shaped holes.

Instead, I get a concerned hug and a soft, non-slimey girl pulling me close to her naked breasts.

… Titty soft. World good.

“Hey, are you… You’re not playing it up?” she asks with a hint of concern.

I do my best to glare at her.

And to not suck on the nipple brushing my lips.

One of those things is harder than the other.

“Can’t you… use your magic? If it’s really gotten this bad?” she says, asking a profoundly stupid question that I, of course, have a perfectly good answer for.

The answer being that she just fucked the idea of healing magic out of my mind.

So, as further humiliation is heaped down on my paladin-y self and I wish that I actually got a Lay on Hands class feature rather than singingmagic, I…

I close my eyes and dive.

My mind feels like it sizzles when it touches the cool waters waiting for me, and I feel like I’m forged anew, the magic pouring into the torn crevices of my spirit, not healing me, but making me feel me.

I open my lips, completely and flawlessly ignoring Hitomi’s nipple when I do so, and…

And a weird, ridiculous croak comes out.

God, I hope I’m not part kappa. Sucking out entrails through a victim’s anus is one of the most ridiculous attacks a water monster can have.

So… well, I guess I can just lean on the mermaid. The siren, maybe, if that’s an option, even if I don’t think wings would suit me.

The second croak is a bit more… tolerable. A somewhat cute, almost ribbit-like noise that makes me think of a girl with one of the worst powers in her manga, even if I just recently learned how much a long tongue can do under the right circumstances—focus.

Okay. Okay, just… just let out a thin murmur. Something soft and low that you can sustain for long enough to feel your throat firm up, raw skin smoothing over, exhaustion washing away to leave only tiredness behind.

And let it grow. Let it get louder and more melodious as the magic works, and the body mends until you can open your eyes and…

…

It’s just hormones.

It’s just stupid hormones and a criminally moronic monster self.

I know it’s just that. That I’ve never felt for Hitomi what she says she feels for me. That I… I love her. Truly and deeply.

But not like that.

She’s still looking at me with grass-green eyes that seem to glow even in her human guise, though, and her breast is still warm and soft under my cheek. Her scent is filling my head, washing my thoughts away, making me lose the thread of why, precisely, this is such a terrible idea that I shouldn’t even consider until every last trace of Kyouko’s tequila is out of my system, and…

“Are you better?” she asks, her fingers tracing soothing lines under my hair that make me let out a low, stupid, gratitude-filled murmur as I chase after her hand like a touch-starved kitten.

I don’t answer, and she doesn’t speak. She just… keeps still, sitting on the floor, cradling my weak, drained, limp body, and offering me warmth, softness, and easing caresses as the aftershocks of how she took me keep shaking my mind.

Then her arms envelop me, and she stands up. It takes me a moment to realize that she’s holding me in a princess carry, and my cheeks tingle as I remember her speech from earlier about making a tomboy let out the girliest screams she could.

So, when I surround her neck with my arms and bury my face in her chest… that’s just because of how embarrassed I am, and not at all because of stupid thoughts, hormones, and monster selves.

Not in the slightest.

She leans down and places me back on my bed, fussing with the sheets before covering me up in embracing, comforting softness that can’t compare to her breasts, much like my mattress can’t compare to her monster body.

A kiss. She lays a single kiss on the side of my forehead, lingering and warm.

And she stands up.

But doesn’t go away.

Because a hand is weakly holding her wrist, tugging on her, as a blue-haired girl looks up accusingly at a green-haired one who should know first-hand how it feels for your lover to leave you alone right after wrecking your world.

“Stay,” I say like somebody letting stupid things get in the way of healthy distance and boundaries.

She bites her lip, fidgeting, her whole body shifting.

Except for the hand that I keep a hold of. The only part that remains perfectly still.

“I… Sayaka, do you…”

“No,” I say, breaking at least one heart. “Not today, at least,” I hurry to add as I keep looking into grass-green eyes with an intensity that only my healing magic has allowed me. “But… But I still love you, Hitomi. You’re one of the most important persons in the world to me, and I would… I don’t want to part like this. So… can you stay? Can you… like when we were kids? Just sleep with me and… and talk of things that are only important here and now?”

Her wrist twists in my grasp, and it hurts for the single moment it takes to realize that she’s not pulling away. That she’s grabbing me back.

Her eyes focus on mine, silently asking things I have no answer for. That maybe I shouldn’t answer even if I did, not while I’m so overwhelmed by what I just went through and the entire day that preceded it.

Things that I’m too scared to mess up.

But…

But Dad’s proud of me.

Not of what I’ve done, but of what I’ve tried to do.

And so, still trying, I pull her toward me, opening the sheets so that she can crawl into the bed by my side, and I hug my best friend other than Madoka as tightly as I can when I realize that she’s shivering and that I’m not the only one going through stupid, complicated feelings after a long, long day.

“This is almost cruel, you know?” she whispers into an ear without bony protrusions.

“I… I want to be here. For you,” I tell her, all but begging her to understand. To tell me that I’m being a good person and not an entitled monster.

“I just told you I love you, and you told me you don’t,” she says with the quiet voice I remember from so many sleepovers, even if she usually stayed on the bed tucked away under mine rather than share this one with me.

“No,” I say, forcing myself to look up from her bare shoulder and at her face despite the dread I feel at seeing any kind of hurt in there. “I told you I love you… but not like that. Or… or that I’m too messed up to answer you properly. Or that I don’t deserve to selfishly tell you what I know you want to hear. Or… that I care for you, but I can’t allow myself to say those words until I know what they mean. Not after how much I’ve screwed up in a single day.”

Her hand goes to my nape, and a flash of her pushing me down on her cock makes me reflexively hold my breath for the moment it takes my broken brain to realize she’s just being…

Patient. Tender. Caring.

Hitomi.

Something that the monster could never compare to.

She stares at me without saying anything, conveying things with our shared look that I would never be able to put into words, even if those words were filled with magic and song.

She was always better than me at this. At feeling.

And it’s so ridiculous to learn that she’s been lying to herself for so long just because of a short-haired tomboy with a silly crush on a silly boy…

…

Maybe I should bring Kyousuke flowers tomorrow. You know, after I decide just how badly I want to pretend that last night was just a vivid hallucination he had while his body miraculously healed.

“Sayaka?” she asks, yet again pushing away silly thoughts, just… not with her cock.

With any cock.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Can you… Will you sing me to sleep?” she says.

I look into her eyes.

Into bright, open, vulnerable eyes that still don’t waver away from mine despite everything said and unsaid. Despite me being a terrible paladin and a worse friend.

Despite me sucking at loving her like she deserves.

So I don’t even nod. I don’t pretend there’s anything I could deny Hitomi when we’re naked and in each others’ arms, in sweat-soaked sheets that likely have plenty of things other than sweat in them.

I just…

I reach for the well of magic she’s replenished when it was already about to overfill, open my mouth, and…

And I tell her that she’s a vessel of dreams sailing through my head, swimming in my secret oceans…

Of coral blue and red.

I tell her… a lot of things in few words, my voice gaining in whispering intensity with every note as she stares silently at me, mesmerized in a way that has nothing to do with stupid mind control magic that only screws things up.

And then I tell her a lie.

A sweet, beautiful lie:

“But it’s only when I sleep

“I see you in my dreams…”

She smiles, and I answer her even as the rest of a song that is just raunchy enough for the two of us at this very moment keeps pouring out of me, enveloping us like my waters and her body did earlier.

Surrounding us as her now warm arms around me.

As… her scent that’s not incense burning but is… lime. Lime, and lemon, and other sour things that are sweet and gentle even when they sting.

Like a girl with a sharp wit that she often pretends is airheadedness. Like a friend who stayed by my side my whole life, like…

I fall asleep. In her arms, surrounded by warmth, gentleness, and song.

And I find her in my dreams.

***

We… we spend the whole night dreaming, our naked bodies dancing to a tune made of words distant and filtered through warbling, clear waters.

We spiral around one another, sinking and raising, reaching the dark depths and then floating up to cresting, lapping waves.

And we touch.

We touch, and yearn, and kiss, never going into lust-fueled need, just…

Just comforting. Supporting. A kind of sex I’ve never had, closest to the thing I shared with Kyouko in a karaoke box rather than anything else that the monster has had a hand in.

We don’t speak. Can’t speak. There are no lines to say in a dream sung just for the two of us to be something that maybe we’ll never be after we wake up, and Hitomi realizes what a screw-up her long-time friend is and will likely be for a long time to come.

But… we have this night.

This dream.

It’s ours.

And so it’s… slightly jarring when I abruptly wake up on top of a gasping Hitomi with Dad screeching in horror at catching his daughter fucking a girl he’s known since she was a little girl.

You know.

Slightly.