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A commission by A0IISA I got for Mother's Day!
Had to go back to the true world of suffering of Madoka Magica to give a sexy, hard drinking mommy a devilish dinner~
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Peering from afar in the dead of night, the devil Homura Akuma took in the beautiful sight of her caged bird beloved sleeping with her adorable stuffed animals. Even with her abilities to bend reality to her will, the demonic being took a natural approach to her endless practice of stalking her eternal pink haired prisoner.
The devil's eyes sparked with an insane red as her dark wings flapped in lustful excitement, her focus unbreaking and unwilling to detect the woman stumbling towards her barely adequate hiding place.
"Huh? Whas dis?! Is dat a hallooween costume, girlie?!" Junko slurred out before taking another swig from her trusty flask, a to-go treat from the bar to hold her over until she staggered back to her own meager supply at home.
"Whaddya doin at my house sho late?! A-Are those uh...spyin glasses?!" Junko waved a lazy finger at the pair of binoculars Homura had planted her piercing eyes inside of. The devil in a fine dress paid her no mind as she bathed in Madoka's faraway image, not even bothering to whisk the mother of her goddess into bed with a waggle of her finger. Even if she had been the one who birthed her sole object of obsession, the boorish image of the mother filled her with a mild disgust she wanted to ignore outright
The black haired demon gasped as Madoka's slumbering form was torn from her sight, her all-powerful slender body gripped and elevated high by the foul smelling business woman.
"Not lishenin, huh? Haven't ate a thing sinz lunch at wurk, guess'a peeping tom'll do! Aaaahh-"
The glowing darkness that had surrounded her grew into complete blackness for the demon, failing to turn her head an inch before it was plunged harshly into a whiskey stained gullet.
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"No creepy girrls gunna spy on mah baby girl, hehe~ This'll *urrp* teach ya a lesshon, missie! *hic*"
With her head spinning, Junko taunted the fallen angel resting inside her behemoth of a belly with a firm poke of her trusty whiskey device. To her drunken disappointment, the girl barely moved an inch after the initial drop into the sweltering pit of her bitter smelling stomach. To her inebriated self, filling herself to the brim was nothing new, but in place of an emptied fridge was a slender winged cutie she somehow, against all odds and the devil's non-expectation, had swallowed her up without much hassle. Giving the lecherous perv of a middle schooler another firm prod, a lazy smile fell on the mom's face, proud to show her motherly instincts off with the power of her youthfully strong digestive system.
As the acids bubbled up to her chest, Homura curled further into herself as the minimal pain shot through her powerful form. She expected it'd take the mortal woman a few hours to churn her to a fine slurry at full power, and for some reason...she was perfectly fine with accepting such a fate. Locked in the rancid smelling innards of the holy mother, the devil's sins latched themselves into her dimmed, inebriated thoughts. The deep regrets kept her from the simple task of breaking free and continuing her unrelenting grasp on the lives of earth's populace. To serve Madoka's true protector, even through providing a plushy layer of fat for her to rest upon, seemed a better alternative than letting her own wicked decisions dictate the perfect being's future. Leaving a defeated frown on her acid soaked face, Homura rested and churned quietly in the stomach walls of the lush of a parent, her last hopes being the ability to block out that horrid whiskey scent.
"Feelsh gud ta' have a belleh again~" Junko said to herself, waddling to her front door and smacking her swelling gut straight into it. The melancholy demon churning inside would be forgotten in the morning, the pool of chime in her potbelly being chalked up to late night diner binge. Until then, the stuffed mommy needed another strong drink or two....and maybe an abrupt snuggle session with her pink bundle of joy~
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