Puella Monstrum Madoka Moecha – Chapter 1 – Homura Took A Wrong Left

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Author's note: this one is full of kinky sex with monster girls who have some pretty iffy notions of boundaries. It is very much on the side of comedic and not to be taken seriously, but if it squicks you out, you may want to give it a pass. That being said, I personally thing it's one of the hottest things I've written.

Homura - Arrival

Going back.

Always going back.

Trying to undo my latest mistake, to make it so thistime around will be the last, so I won’t have to live through another month of seeing… them get hurt. Hoping that I’ll save her, even if everything else needs to be discarded, set aside.

I allow myself a moment of weakness, throwing my arm over my eyes as I try not to scream at the familiar feeling of the too-thin blankets of my hospital bed.

And then I throw both my arm and the blankets back, and I stand, ready to get to work, to gather a few grief seeds from the witches I know are already active and not enough of a threat that I would need the others to take them out.

And I stumble.

… What?

I… I never stumble. I’m perfectly aware of my… body…

I’m taller. Older.

Bouncier.

…

It doesn’t matter. I’ve gone through some variations in the timeline before, maybe being more mature will be an advantage if it means the others are less emotional. Just…

Just…

Deep breath. Just a deep breath to center myself as I undo my braids and take on my magical girl form, the nylons over my thighs getting stretched as they get caught on—

Wait, what?

I stretch my left leg forward and look at what it is that’s making my nylons not fit like they always do, and…

Scales?

Black scales?

On the outside of my thighs?

…

What the Hell’s going on now—

Mami – What the Hell’s Going on Now

The tarmac covering the hospital’s rooftop is littered with puddles of molten asphalt that make it really annoying to keep dodging the flame-spewing maniac responsible for said molten puddles, mostly because each dodge just means thin, focused trails of flames shoot past me to make even more of the damn things that I—

Focus, Mami. Just focus. You’re a graceful, elegant, magical girl, and you need to keep your poise as you stylishly dance across the field of battle—

“Hey, cow-tits, head in the game!” Kyouko yells at me, flames curling up from the corners of her mouth as she thrusts a clawed gauntlet at me.

“Stop. Calling me. Cow! Tits!” I say as I slam my gigantic mallet where she was right before I finished my strike.

And cratered the whole rooftop.

And let myself get pulled into my monster form as the mallet came out, hooves skidding to a grinding halt, and disproportionate breasts and hips making it harder to stop moving and bouncing.

Gods fucking damn it!

“I mean, if the cow-print bikini fits…” Kyouko says, shrugging her bare, scaly shoulders with a smug smirk as she points at the top in question that always replaces my usual uniform when I let the monster side win out.

And by ‘replacing,’ I mean, ‘my regular clothes explosively burst into tattered confetti as I grow out of them.’

…

This is humiliating.

She gets to be a dragon! Yes, her armor is skimpy, basically a gold-scale bikini and loincloth, but, but… the gauntlets! Gold ridged with scales and studded with gleaming gems, with enchanted, magical, flaming rubies for claws! She gets to be something cool and elegant, and I—

“Well, ‘fits’ may not be the right word. Seriously, you’re bursting out of that thing,” she points out, making some utterly obscene gestures with her hands as she cups them in front of her more modest curves that don’t get magnified when monsterized and don’t swing all over the place, don’t mess up her balance, and don’t make it so I know all the boys in class touch themselves to me!

And too many of the girls!

“Whoa! Touched a sore spot? Your shoulders, maybe? They look like they’re straining with all that weight,” my impudent former apprentice says as she dodges yet another mallet swing that is perfectly appropriate for our heated battle and not just me lashing out in blind rage, because if she ever makes another crack about bulls and seeing red, I swear they’ll never find the body—

“Also, watch your step,” she smugly points out as my left hoof gets stuck in a puddle of molten tar that slows me down just enough for Kyouko to burst forward and slam a weighted fist on my bare stomach that makes me fold over her stretched arm.

So… Unfair…

“Mami? Oh, come on, I can’t have won just with that… Hey, Mami! Damn it, this is you not replenishing your soul gem again, isn’t it?” Kyouko prattles on with what some people who don’t know her at all may think is genuine, fussy worry for my wellbeing, but I know for a fact that it’s anything but.

Mostly, because she’s literally the Devil.

…

Maybe I shouldn’t say that out loud. Her stupid zealot of a father seems like an unsporting subject to bring up…

Ah, well, at least falling unconscious will be a good excuse not to say anything too unkind…

“Mami?! Oi, Mami! That’s it, this time, I’m making sure the lesson gets through that thick skull of yours, horns or not…”

***

I’m chained up.

…

I swear, waking up keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“Kyouko?” I ask, half-hoping she’ll answer, half-fearing something even worse than her will have chained me up after falling unconscious in a magical duel.

Like, I don’t know… the literal Devil? Or her father?

Ugh. Right, not that last one. Gross, gross, gross—

“I’m here; calm your tits,” she gruffly says from right behind me.

I instinctively look down. My breasts are as calm as they can be, except for the fact they’re still about two cups bigger than my human form, barely covered by a bikini top that offers too little support, and pretty much in full display, seeing as my arms are pulled up, to the side, and back by golden chains connected to solid gold manacles on my wrists and two broken pillars made of, yet again, solid gold, which means they aren’t broken so much as crafted to look like some ancient Greek ruin.

Because I’m a minotauress, so, Greek ruins. Ha. Ha. How droll.

…

I’m gonna strangle her until her flaming breath comes out blue—

“There, all done! Nothing but the best for my former Mistress!” she cheerfully calls out as something clicks around my hoofs.

“Not. Mistress,” I grumble out as she steps around the right pillar to stand in front of my defeated, kneeling self and smugly look down at me, the smatter of red scales on her cheeks prolonging the grin past her eyes.

“Of course you were! I mean, you didn’t take advantage of it, but that’s the proper title, isn’t it? You know how the tradition goes—”

“I didn’t train you to follow tradition!” I yell, letting genuine anger rather than annoyance show.

She raises a very unimpressed eyebrow as she chews on her bottom lip, her adorable—her weird fang going over it.

“Well, yeah, you didn’t. Which I think is kinda why you keep losing to me now that I do follow the—”

“You were supposed to destroy them, not join them!”

“… You are such a dork,” Kyouko grumbles, burying her face in her gauntlet in a way that manages to carefully position her curly horns between her fingers.

…

“I… It just came out… Everybody knows that line! Youknow that line!”

“Mami, I’m holding you captive, chained, and you know what comes after this. Is a Star Wars quote really the thing that you want to bother with?”

“I mean, I was also about to complain about your gaudy obsession with gold—”

“It’s not an obsession! You know my magic only lets me hoard precious—ah, screw it, just for that, I’m skipping the preliminaries!”

“What does that—” I start to ask. And then she tears off her loincloth and pulls out an erect cock. “Oh,” I lamely, yet adequately, finish.

“Tradition, Mami. It’s important,” she says, part of her smugness returning when she catches me staring at the swaying, bulging, pulsingcockhead right in front of my eyes.

Unwisely, I open my mouth either to berate her, protest her actions, or plead with her yet again to avoid doing these… despicable things that I tried to make her steer clear of, because magical girls shouldn’t have to resort to the very methods of the monsters we fight, even if it’s so much easier, and even if it’s so much more pleasant, and even if something wet’s dripping down my thighs and I feel my insides clench at the waft of Kyouko’s firey scent, like pine needles burning and making my head swim in all the—

Ah, right. I unwisely opened my mouth.

Of course, that means that Kyouko shoves her cock in it right away.

“Hmph!” I protest the rough treatment as she grabs my very sensitive horns and pokes the entrance to my throat. Yes. Protest. Protesting is the action that I do.

Even if my eyes roll back at the explosion of flavor in my mouth and my tongue frantically laps up dollop after dollop of thick precum as soon as Kyouko pulls back enough for me to do so, her face contorting in something that looks like suffering as she bites her lip yet again and her serpentine, crimson tail sprouts out in a burst of what looks like shimmering, fading petals of red light before she delicately caresses my cheek with it, with the scales that look like gleaming metal but always feel so soft and warm when brushing against me…

She tastes so good…

… Wait. Protest! Yes, I’m protesting this lewd, unconceivable behavior! I didn’t raise you to do this to a poor, defenseless, helpless to resist your advances, innocent maiden, Kyouko!

“Just how long did you go without release this time around, you stubborn cow?” she grumbles in annoyance as she lovingly caresses the side of my neck, slowly and gently fucking my lips.

I’m getting mixed signals in here.

“Don’t look at me like that. I bet you’ve been just hunting and hunting, straining your reserves to keep yourself human at all times.”

Well, obviously. A magical girl should be—

“And now you’re thinking about one of your ‘graceful and elegant’ speeches without even realizing how stiff your nipples are or how eagerly you’re sucking on my cock… Damn it, I know you too well.”

I’m most definitely not—huh. I mean… they are kinda… poking through the cloth, aren’t they? But, well, I always complain about how thin said cloth is, so it doesn’t take much for me to show…

As to eagerly sucking… I wouldn’t say eagerly…

…

She tastes so fucking good.

And the way the tip of her tail’s playing with my left, thankfully still human, ear isn’t helping me keep my head clear.

Nor is the way Kyouko’s bare hands, her gauntlets discarded to wherever her hoard goes when she doesn’t want it to show, keep rubbing up and down my horns in a way that makes my tail swing from side to side—

Wait, my tail?

… Damn it, if the tail’s come out, that’s… I’ve been really straining myself, haven’t I? I blame Kyuubey. Never around when I need to exchange phantom shards, the damn...

Kyouko’s cock is poking yet again at the back of my throat, and—huh. Could’ve sworn I was thinking about something. Something other than the inside of my thighs tingling in the need to feel something between them, to wrap my legs around…

Something. Yes. Thinking about.

Also, her hands aren’t on my horns. Why aren’t her hands on my horns, keeping me in place as she lovingly fucks my mouth and throat with her thick cock and caresses them with smooth, soothing, up and down circling motions that make my eyelids flutter as I keep tasting her, swallowing every drop of still clear fluid she cares to give me after the burst of magnificentflavor goes over my tongue, and I keep drenching my cow print loincloth with raw, liquid need that—I mean! Why isn’t she holding me in place?!

There’s a click of a small, metallic box opening above me, and I manage to drag my eyes up to see Kyouko pulling a meat skewer out of a golden, miniature treasure chest!

Seriously!

In the middle of me giving her a blow—I mean, of her fucking my mouth!

The chest vanishes, and Kyouko twirls the wooden stick with spiced meat chunks in front of her with a light smile before breathing a thin jet of bright fire over it that soon makes it so the smell of roasted, mildly charred meat mixes with the one of her groin, making me feel about as hungry as ho—making me feel hungry. Like, really hungry. Like I could swallow a thick, meaty—hungry!

Anyway! She isn’t holding me in place! Chance!

… The very audible ‘plop’ as I throw my head back and Kyouko’s wet, glistening cock exits my mouth is as mortifying as about everything else up to this point, and I’m not surprised at all.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?!” she has the gall to protest.

I glare at her, then at the meat skewer, then back at her.

I’m kinda proud I don’t spoil it by looking at the waving, pulsing—damn it.

“Oh… well, I thought I could enjoy my two favorite things in the world at once, you know?” she says, shrugging in mild embarrassment. “Anyway, you want some?”

I arch an eyebrow as I look at the offered meat stick—the cooked one!

… Fine.

Without saying anything, I open my mouth, and Kyouko smirks before pushing the skewer inside it. The skewer she was biting into a moment ago, and that thus has quite a copious amount of her saliva.

In a better world, I’d be embarrassed by the indirect kiss. In this one, I’m still mildly unclear on how spicy the meat is and how much of it is Kyouko’s fiery flavor that I’ve tasted one time too many.

… The meat’s good. Kinda charred and almost crunchy on the outside but juicy on the inside. Stupid dragon breath making it all so easy while I get, at most, the unspeakably uncomfortable urge to milk myself and then store the creamy thing because I can’t bring myself to throw it away, and that’s so goddamn embarrassing I’m ridiculously happy that Kyouko hasn’t rummaged through my fridge in years.

The ‘cow-tits’ jokes would never stop.

“Well, that’s enough of that,” she says as she pulls the skewer out, “wouldn’t want you to lose your appetite,” she adds with a hip thrust that has her cock quivering right in front of my eyes and that makes me squint as I try to focus on the red, purplish—damn it.

“I don’t want to suck your cock, Kyouko,” I grunt at her, hoping that she’ll believe the part of it that’s true rather than all the other parts that say I’m lying.

Like my stiff nipples, my wet thighs, my quivering—you get the picture.

Kyouko raises an eyebrow prolonged by small, glittering scales I always told her looked cute rather than intimidating. She blushed so prettily when I did…

And now I’m staring into slitted pupils dilating and contracting in front of me, the wine-colored iris seeming to glow with inner fire as her clawed hand grasps my chin and forces my head up, our lips almost touching.

“You want to suck my cock. You want to gobble it down your whorish throat, gulp around it, massage it with tight, wet flesh as I push it in and out of your eager lips till I shoot my load straight into your stomach before slowly dragging myself out of you so you can taste my cumover your thick, wide, cow tongue that will always act as a welcome carpet for me as soon as I get you on your knees, Mami. You want to suck on me, get my cum out of my churning balls again and again. You want it so badly it hurts. So badly, you’re already getting milk dripping out of your obscene meat bags as if you wanted me to get you pregnant.”

She keeps staring, never blinking entirely as she cheats with a nictitating membrane that should be disquieting but manages to be sensual in its slow passage, as if gazing at me through a veil.

And she wants me to answer in something other than the slutty moan I keep feeling stuck in the back of my throat, the monster in me demanding I get railed by the victor in front of my eyes even as the human tries to convince it that it’s wrong, so, so wrong to want little Kyouko, the cheerful, earnest girl I used to know, to spear me open with her big, magnificent, tasty dick.

I lick my lips. Not to tease her, but because I can feel them almost cracking, and I prepare to deliver my stunning rebuttal.

“The only part of that speech I heard is that you have dragon balls,” I tell her, heroic defiance in my tone and eyes.

This time, she blinks.

And then facepalms.

“Such. A dork,” she grumbles.

And then she kisses me, her warm lips shocking me still as her slithering, bifurcated tongue comes in and wraps around mine, squeezing me, making me moan at the inhuman sensations her dexterous tongue brings me as her tail keeps caressing the side of my neck with a tenderness that makes me melt and her clawed hand, the one that seems cruelly rough, cradles my cheek so lovingly it makes me feel like crying.

She pulls away, looking into my glassy eyes with her own bursting with something I don’t understand. Something that feels warm and dangerous, a campfire I want to wall off with a protective circle of stones before curling around it, letting her warmth lull me to sleep in Kyouko’s arms like I always hoped—

No. No, I didn’t, and it’s indecent of me to think so.

I just… I just wanted her to be happy. To not have to face these feelings like I’m forced to. To be able to fight and keep herself for the ones she cared enough to share that part of her with rather than just use sex to be able to fight at the top of her game. Or, worse, to fuck the monsters into oblivion.

I just… I just wanted Kyouko to not be ashamed.

“You’re thinking dumb things again, Mami,” she says, her rough voice not changing the way she looks at me.

“You think everything I believe is dumb,” I answer.

And now her mouth twists into something that isn’t… It’s like when she eats meat that she thinks isn’t cooked enough. Yes, that’s the best way I can think of to describe it.

She’s very… particular about her meat.

“That’s not true. I just… Why can’t you just let yourself be happy, you dumb cow!”

“Excuse me?! Why can’t you have a conversation without insults or swearing, you lizard-brain?!”

“Oh? Lizard-brain? You would dare besmirch this noble dragon’s honor with such a bestial moniker—”

“Kyouko, your draconic side is show—”

“If thou would compare me to a foul beast, then fine! You’ll be ravaged by one!”

“What does that even—”

Kyouko steps back, her meat skewer stuck inside a fanged, wide grin as she crosses her arms below her gold-clad breasts, looking down at me fiercely while the shimmering motes of crimson focus on her crotch before fading away to reveal…

…

What.

“Behold! The prerogative of the lowly reptiles you associated me with!”

What.

“Mock me now if you dare! But do so at your own peril!”

What.

“Prepare to have your maidenhood—”

“Why do you have two cocks?!” I not-hysterically don’t screech.

Which seems to be enough to bring Kyouko down from her draconic high, even if slightly, because she’s now yet again blinking down at me before looking down at the twin, waving appendages lined one above the other.

“Huh… well, plenty of reptiles have this thing called a hemipene, so I thought maybe I could try and get myself one?” she explains in what some may even think of as embarrassment as she scratches the scales on her left cheek with the pointer claw of her right hand.

“That’s… That’s not a hemipene! Those are a single penis that bifurcates, and these are two cocks! Two!”

“You seem weirdly informed about this—”

“And it would be gross if it were! It’s like if I got a bull’s cock when I grow one! Would you like that?!”

“Are you offering? Because, well, I always wondered why you didn’t just grab me, spin me around, bend me over and—”

“Aaaaaahhhhh! No, no, no! I can’t abuse my cute, little, innocent apprentice like that! No matter how short her skirt is, or how long her legs look, or how I want to put the bratty, cheeky thing in her place!”

Kyouko’s… kinda staring at me.

… Wonder why.

“Any chance you can forget the last few seconds ever happened?” I ask, hoping against hope.

“You just pissed me off,” she not quite answers my question.

And then walks around the pillar to my left and stands behind me, the heat emanating from her body making it obvious when she stands right between my hoofs, the ones I can’t close together because she’s chained me up with them spread open, and only my loincloth protects me from—

“What the Hell are you doing?!” I say as said loincloth burns to ashes around me.

… Huh. Looks like she’s gotten very good with her control. That didn’t hurt at all. Wait, this isn’t the time to be impressed!

This is the time to protect my chastity! What remains of it! What little of it hasn’t already been plundered by Kyouko over and over again, with her thick, hard cock that never seems to tire until I’m a drooling, moaning mess begging her to fill up my womb—aaaaaaahhhhhh!

“Isn’t that obvious, Mistress? I’m going to punish you,” she answers as she kneels down behind me, her hands carefully brushing away any traces of ash from my wide, fat ass that my monster form insists on having be a match for my enhanced tits, because gods forbid I have the dignity of not prancing around with a body that would make a pornstar feel insecure…

Her hands always feel so good…

Aaaaahhhhh! No! Not the time to marvel at her soft caresses! Now’s the time to offer my last, defiant stand that’s inevitably doomed to failure and always ends up with me moaning Kyouko’s name as my eyelids flutter, my voice turns into whorish moans, my thighs quiver, and my pussy keeps clenching around her, milking her for one last load to fill my—

…

Someday, I’ll find the traitorous, little part of me that keeps interjecting these speeches into otherwise perfectly reasonable trains of thought and have it shot for insurrection.

How would that work? Tiro Mentale? Tiro Mentale.

In the meantime, and while I ponder the best way to execute facets of my personality that I dearly hope are just a side-effect of the monsterization, I maybe should focus on the throbbing heat near my wet, clenching pussy’s entrance that—gods damn it!

“Kyouko… maybe you don’t need to go so far? If you only want to purge your gem of impurities, you can just… use my mouth? How does that sound? Cumming between my lips, looking into my eyes, grabbing my horns to keep me still as you fuck my mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts that keep getting rougher and deeper…”

Kyouko stills, the heat neither advancing nor retreating.

“That… sounds nice,” she says, her voice slightly raspy.

“Nice?” I inquire, looking over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow at the dragon girl whose cheeks suddenly look about as crimson as her scales.

“Like… really nice,” she answers, forked tongue slipping out to lick along her lips.

“Right, so—”

“But I’m gonna say no.”

“Whyyyyy—”

“Because, my dear Mistress, as much as I enjoy having your tongue lapping up at—”

“My tits!” I interrupt, and she stops right in her tracks, her hands just over my naked waist, “You can fuck my tits, watch them bounce every time you thrust in and out of them, reach up into my mouth to have me suck on your tip, my tongue lolling out to—”

“Fuck! Stop! It’s me that should be tempting you!” she says, slapping my ass with a resounding, clapping sound that I hope masks my shameful yelp at her brusque touch.

“But… I can make you feel so good, Kyouko…” I tell her, lidding my eyes and swaying my hips side to side to tempt her into—I mean, to convince her to not take things any further and just be content with fucking my tits until I swallow every single drop in her dragon balls, sucking her cock so hard it makes her drop to the floor in front of me, the only remaining strength in her body devoted solely to keep herself hard as I lean down over her, my jaw nearly dislocating as I push her into my throat—

…

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

“You’re thinking dumb things again, aren’t you?” she says with an exasperated lilt in her tone that’s only exacerbated by the rough squeeze she offers my ass that doesn’t make me arch my back, push against her touch, and hiss as I try to repress a guttural moan. Not at all.

Promise.

…

Why can’t she just let me slobber on her cock and be done with this whole thing?!

Kyouko, in a rare showing of implicit empathy, decides to answer my question.

By pressing forward, the head of her cock kissing my entrance, getting slathered with the copious fluids dripping from it… and the othercock, the one I wouldn’t be able to suck while occupied with the first one, pressing against my ass.

“Nooooo! That’s dirty—”

“Not when you transform, you dumb, slutty, masochistic cow,” she grumbles.

“Bu—but I’ve never—I’ve never been fucked in the ass!” I protest while trying not to wriggle away, because I know Kyouko enough to know she would see that as an invitation to pounce.

That, at least, makes her pause.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyebrows raised in incredulity.

“Yes!” I declare, tears in the corner of my eyes that are due to the gravity of the situation and not me being about to lose my mind through sheer arousal.

“Like, never? Not even a toy, or a finger?” she continues.

“Nothing! It’s… dirty!” I plead, trusting she’ll realize how earnest I am being and…

… I’ve made a terrible mistake.

I don’t even need to look at Kyouko’s wide, evil grin to realize that.

“Well, let’s just… compromise, shall we?” she says, licking her lips before she takes out her meat skewer and gobbles it all down save for the very end of the stick of wood peeking out of her lips. A stick that she then proceeds to slowly take out with a sensual purr, licking it all the way, with no traces of meat on it at all.

…

Sometimes, I really regret not taking her up on her offer and shoving my optional cock down her—

I mean! Compromise! That just isn’t in Kyouko’s vocabulary!

“What do you… suggest?” I ask, not staring in mesmerized fascination at the shining, spit-coated stick that she’s now dragging sideways along her crimson lips.

“Well… I won’t fuck your ass and pop your last cherry… so long as you don’t beg for it,” she says, something dark and hot glinting in her eyes before she breathes out a single tongue of flame that turns the stick into a gleaming, rapidly crumbling ember that hits me with the scent of Kyouko’s saliva turned into an impromptu incense.

“Be—begging?”

“Yes,” she purrs.

Damn feline dragons…

“Like… with words? You won’t say my slutty hole was asking for it or something like that?” I try to make sure while still feeling her pressing against both, possibly slutty, holes.

“With words. You have to ask me to pop your anal cherry, Mami. Otherwise, I won’t fuck your cute, little asshole, no matter how much it winks at me while I fuck you silly. Deal?”

I know I’m going to regret this… but I nod.

And, immediately, Kyouko’s big, thick, hard cock spears me open, my weeping pussy gleefully embracing it at last while the otherbig, thick, hard, drooling cock slides over my asshole as Kyouko grabs my cheeks, her fingers digging into the soft flesh and wrapping it around the upper cock as she moves back and forth, just like she would if she was fucking my tits, making them bounce with every rough thrust of her tasty, fragrant, pulsing cock that I—

Wait, wait, wait!

“You said you wouldn’t—oh fuck, you always reach so deep—you wouldn’t—ah! Kyouko! Slow down!” I beg her as my head falls forward, and I no longer see her, just my big tits bouncing back and forth, not at all held in place by the ridiculous piece of string with a cow-print that matches the white, spotted fur reaching up to almost the middle of my thighs.

“Nope. And I’m not fucking your ass, Mami, not until you beg for it. This is just… hotdogging,” she says, briefly letting go with her right hand only to spank me yet again, this time coinciding with her burying herself so deep inside me I think my human body wouldn’t be able to take it.

“Aaaahhhh! Kyouko, you…” I get a brief image of a hotdog bun, and that gets superposed with the image of Kyouko’s cock sliding between my… my buns! “You bitch! That’s demeaning!”

“Hot as Hell, is what it is!” she answers, thrusting so hard her swinging, heavy balls slap against my clitoris and make me drop my jaw, spit flying out as the impact reverberates through my whole body.

Damn it!

“It can be booooth!” I say. And immediately regret it.

“It sure can!” she says, enthusiastically mashing my ass around her sliding cock that keeps dripping her molten dick-juice over my puckered hole, making my asshole twitch with building heat every time the ridge of her glans goes over it.

“Kyouko! Kyouko, I—”

“Not so soon, you don’t!” she says, in a mystifying way that has nothing to do with my building need to know how two cocks moving at once inside of me would feel. Because that need doesn’t exist. At all.

A mild curiosity, at worst.

And then I feel it.

Something big and thick, muscular, gliding between my legs, rubbing at the desperately lonely and wet skin on the inside of them, pressing up against my clitoris, snaking along my belly, and… and…

And pushing up between my tits, the stupid bikini top showing the only thing it’s good for as it holds them together, pressed against Kyouko’s crimson, smooth, almost silky tail as it peeks up from between them, moving searchingly as if trying to blindly stare at me before standing straight up.

And I feel Kyouko’s naked breasts on my back as she drapes herself over me, my strength great enough that I don’t even feel the added weight as her grip on me relaxes enough that it turns into a briefly soft caress, an appreciating cup that makes me rub my thighs together with her tail between them.

“Lick it,” she whispers before her own tongue snakes out and leaves a trail of flaming pleasure from the end of my shoulder, up my neck, and to every ridge of my left ear that the agile, twin tips care to reach.

I open my mouth, lean down, and suck her tail inside my mouth.

…

Damn it!

It… It tastes like Kyouko. Like that intense, burning pine her meat is always flavored with after she breathes on it, and I curse myself for knowing that flavor so well, for the part of me that treasures every single one of my defeats in which I’ve learned more about it, memorizing every single thing about my former apprentice’s touch, smell, flavor… The sound of her breathing, her gasps, her moans…

I suck on Kyouko’s tail, twirling my tongue around it, and Kyouko hisses.

And then she kisses the right side of my neck, bites down on it as if holding me in place, as if unsure the chains will ever do an adequate job, and she fucks me.

It’s… It always is the same. And by that I don’t mean monotonous or boring.

No, I mean it’s always magnificent.

Kyouko has learned my body, what every twitch and tell means, and she plays with me like it’s a performance, like she needs to show me how high I can reach when I’m not being played just with lonely hands and clumsy touches trying to stave off the monsterization for a single day more, waiting for that bastard Kyuubey to show up and finally exchange my phantom shards. Kyouko always wants me to feel the height of ecstasy, to just be overloaded with all the pleasure she can bring me until my brain gives up and my body takes over, taking everything she can give me, everything that she offers me as my vision turns to flashing white and the building heat below my belly bursts, flooding my nerves with all the pleasure they can take in their reinforced, magical form, even if my mind isn’t as resilient and, when it passes, I’m left almost choking on Kyouko’s tail, my eyes watering both at the unexpected yet perfectly predictable orgasm and the intrusion wiggling inside my throat, between my breasts, between my thighs, over my clit…

Kyouko’s lower cock pulses inside my pussy as she holds herself above me, quivering in contained ecstasy as she holds herself back from cumming because she needs what comes next.

“Such a… quick shot…” she mutters in my right ear before lovingly twirling her tongue inside it as I writhe beneath her.

Yes. What she needed was to insult my stamina.

…

I am a minotauress, for fuck’s sake! I can outlast about anything that isn’t a literal dragon!

At my silent, gagged outburst, Kyouko snickers and leans back, once again grabbing my ass and squeezing her fingers around it and my flesh around her cock.

And then she moves.

A cock gliding over my asshole.

A cock pushing against my womb’s entrance.

A tail following the motion of her hips, fucking my tits, my mouth, and my throat.

I’ve never felt better.

My arms strain against the chains, the gold clanging melodiously as my body is pushed back and forth, slowly enough that my breasts swing below me and along Kyouko’s tail smoothly and incessantly.

My knees don’t hurt, not really, even if my fur’s pressed against rough tarmac, and I’m sometimes pushed forward by Kyouko’s entire body slamming against mine as my eyes roll back and her tail suppresses yet another moan, one of the ones I no longer bother trying to hold back as she does such a good job of silencing me that I can abandon all self-control and scream myself hoarse around her thrusting tail, for once letting myself proclaim just how fucking good it all feels whenever Kyouko bests me in one of our duels.

So. Fucking. Good.

I feel it, the moment the monster fully steps in and the human recedes, the moment my lust completely takes over. My soul gem is about as depleted as it can be, but it’s all right, because Kyouko’s holding me together while she gives me everything that I need. Everything that I crave. Everything that I want to be.

I want to be her toy. I want to be a mewling sex pet in her hands. I want her to take every pleasure she can get out of me, to stuff me full of as many cocks as she feels like each and every day. I want her to take away everything that I am that isn’t a moaning whore, except not a whore, because it would be just for her. A sex-crazed, lust-addled beastthat she could tame by stuffing me full of her seed, by choking me on it, making me drink it, live only off it.

So I bite down on her tail.

“Ah! Fuck! Are you crazy, Mami?! That’s sensitive—”

“Fuck me,” I tell her with a voice rough after silky-smooth scales have fucked my throat long enough that I no longer know how much it’s been—nor care. “Fuck my ass. Push your thick cock inside me, and plow me until you cum in both my holes at once,” I say, turning around to see her crimson face looking at me with wide eyes, her throat bobbing as she swallows saliva I desperately want to drink, to feed on.

“Ma—”

“I want you to ruin me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t live without your cock—your cocks. I want you, Kyouko,” I say, looking at her in a way I’ve never looked at anybody else.

She bites her lip, her cute, adorable fang peeking out yet again, and she nods.

Then she rams my pussy so hard I blank out for a moment, and I see again when I find myself looking down at my gigantic tits, my body held up just by the manacles around my wrists.

And then Kyouko slowly drags herself almost entirely out of me before letting go of my ass, her other cock being maneuvered against my puckered, winking hole.

And she sinks herself inside of me.

And two cocks, two cocks that belong to Kyouko, slowly drive inside of me as I find myself trying to clench around both of them, trying to milkher even as I finally notice the thin rivulets of milk soaking through my top, their warmth almost another caress on my overloaded body.

“Does it hurt?” she asks as she leans forward yet again, her pert breasts resting on my back, her hard nipples digging on it.

“Minotauress,” I manage to remind her with whatever remains of my mind.

“Mami… That’s not…”

“Can. Take you. Want to take you,” I grunt, looking back at her even as her tail squirms between my breasts to reach up to my cheek and reassuringly, lovingly caress me.

And she looks at me, completely still, as if she was the one being entranced by new sensations wracking her mind and body, shaking her sanity to pieces.

She looks at me until her lips briefly turn into a silly, heart-melting smile that makes my heart clench about as much as my pussy.

And then she notices, likely because of said pussy-clenching, and she dons that cocky grin of hers that drives me insane with the need to wipe it off her face, to break my own rules and make my former apprentice moan, and squirm, and beg, and…

And what’s stopping me?

I mean, it’s not like you need a cock to do all that, so…

So Kyouko slams her hips forward, and makes my brain crash, but not enough that I don’t focus all the strength my full monster form lends me, the one that has a wagging tail, twitching, droopy ears, and breasts big and soft enough the cloth of my top digs into them.

And some very undignified muscles I usually dislike.

But that, just now, lets me pull, with my arms straining and bulging right when Kyouko digs both of her cocks inside of me, the sex intense enough that the monster side recognizes it as magic and power.

And my chains shatter, the manacles limply hanging off my wrists as I throw myself back and end up sitting on Kyouko, her cocks still inside of me.

“What—do you even know how long it will take me to fix those?!” Kyouko protests in what I’m pretty sure is a desperate attempt to not focus on me sitting on top of her.

“Not at all,” I answer her. And then I clench both my pussy and ass as hard as I can and drag myself up, almost lifting her off the hospital’s roof with my hips.

And then I drop down, burying her inside of me as deep as she can reach. And we both moan—no, we scream!

And it’s perfect. It’s perfect to have Kyouko finally admit she wants me just as much as I want her. To have her not be dismissive after hunting me down to fill my womb with burning seed.

It’s wonderful to feel her striving to get a grip of herself as it’s me giving her pleasure with my whole body, not just sucking on her dick like a drug-addled whore while she patiently pats my cheek, waiting for me to tire so she can properly fuck me into a puddle.

It’s… It’s…

It’s Kyouko.

Grabbing my waist, trying to thrust up, to give me as much as she’s getting, to fuck me, me.

Grunting when I swing my hips down, my ass slamming on top of her even as she spreads it wide.

“Mami, Mami, Mami!”

Calling my name.

“Gonna—oh, fuck, you’re making me—your pussy is—”

Losing her mind.

“Mami! I’m gonna cum!”

Just like I am.

“Kyouko! Yes, do it! Fill me! Kyouko! Kyoukooo!”

And she does.

My whole world fades away but for two rods holding me up as they spew liquid fire inside of me, two hands wrapped around my waist, and a soft, delicate tail lovingly caressing my cheek.

Kyouko keeps pumping ever more of her seed, keeps filling both my womb and ass until it spurts out around her trembling cocks in thick, white dollops that momentarily stretch me even wider, and my body becomes just something for her to stuff with even more of her cum, with everything she has to give me as I scream my ecstasy to the sky above, moon and stars seeming to flicker as my sight comes and goes.

And then I fall back on top of her, her soft body cushioning me as her arms immediately wrap around me, and the magic we’ve gathered through our fucking crystalizes around us, seeping into our bodies. And we let it bring us back to our natural forms so that two panting, sweaty, dickless girls lie naked in each other’s arms.

And Kyouko kisses me. Without an impossibly long and agile tongue, without burning need and lust.

She just… kisses me.

And I don’t think it’s ever felt better.