Little Devil
 
By Minako Tomoka
 
A Puella Magi Madoka Magica Short Story
 
 
  Ultimate Madoka pulled in a deep breath, drawing back her bow as she took aim at Devil Homura looming overhead. In the infinite, space-like dimension, there was nowhere to go- not until someone came out victorious, and whoever did would decide the fate of all magical girls- and of the universe itself. "This has gone on long enough!" Madoka shouted. "You can't hold the universe hostage like this! I won't let you!"
 
  The dark, winged Homura gazed down upon the goddess, sneering. "Oh, you think so? I am a demon, the one who took down a god like yourself. Just because you got your power back means nothing! I've worked so hard to get this far, and I'll never let you leave me again, Madoka!"
 
  Madoka's aim did not falter. "That may be true...but still...after this, you'll never be alone again, because now...I know how to defeat you!" The pastel rose at the tip of her wood bow bloomed, and an arrow of radiant pink light materialized between her fingers. She released her grasp, the bow string letting out a strong twang as the arrow broke free, piercing the air at the speed of light.
 
  Homura simply sat back, not at all concerned about the arrow racing toward her. She'd just stop it with a flick of her finger.
 
  Well, at least that was what she thought. A sharp pain struck her heart as the arrow of energy shot through her chest. She doubled over, her entire body rendered numb. Homura was dumbfounded. How...how could this have happened? Glowing, molten drips leaked from the arrow, as though it were melting, the drops gathering around her and connecting to form a blinding sphere-like structure. It swallowed her up, encasing her in its brilliance, and then...Homura's vision went white.
 
  Something was happening to her. Invisible binds squeezed and wrapped her slim form, as though they were trying to press her down. Completely blinded, the devil had no chance of escape, no matter how much she squirmed, and she soon succumbed to the goddess' wrath. What would happen to her? Was she going to be stuck like this forever?
 
  As those dark thoughts swirled in Homura's mind, the world suddenly became clear again. She aimlessly hung in space, floating among the stars. But something...something didn't seem quite right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but...something didn't feel the same. She felt something soft and warm beneath her back, like fabric that had just been taken out of the dryer. She rolled over on her side and grabbed at the soft material. It was white and expansive, almost like bedsheets. Wait a minute...bedsheets?
 
  An impossibly loud, yet familiar voice called out to her. "Homura, are you okay? I was worried I almost lost you. But don't worry, you're safe now." Homura gazed skyward, her purple eyes as wide as saucers as a massive face framed by flowing pink hair swam into view. Those gentle features, those golden eyes...there was no mistaking...it was Madoka. She was enormous, even gigantic, to a degree. Homura couldn't even take in her full size. Her long legs and rippling gown flowed far past what she could see. And from the huge arms emerging from those bedsheets she laid on...she was being cradled in Madoka's gloved hands.
 
  Homura bit her lip, shivering uncontrollably. Chills quivered through her. How did Madoka get so big...and she so small? Pangs of regret seared through her. She should have never done this. She should have never taken Madoka's power away. The sheer scale of her wish far surpassed anything Homura could even dream of. Changing the rules of the universe itself...she truly was a god, and in all the old stories, demons were always defeated by gods. Now that Madoka had rendered her so tiny...she was completely helpless.
 
  Homura curled her fingers around the fabric of Madoka's glove, her teeth chattering. Who knew what the goddess had planned for her now? "I...I'm sorry!" Homura squealed. "P-please, please...don't hurt me!" Madoka showed her a gentle smile. "It's okay, Homura. You don't have to be afraid. You know I would never hurt you, right?" She raised her hands up and bent her head down, giving Homura a soft kiss on the cheek, although the devil was smothered by her lips. "Wha...what are you going to do to me?!" Homura squeaked.
 
  Madoka answered by gently rubbing the tiny demon against her cheek. The touch of Madoka's skin against hers...it was quite nice. Homura's face burned red-hot. "It's time to go home now," Madoka said. "I know you've been so lonely, fighting all by yourself. But now, you'll never be alone again. From now on, we're going to be together...forever."
 
  Madoka lifted her hands up to her head, depositing her tiny friend in a nest of bubblegum-pink hair. "Hang on tight, okay Homura?" The little demon nodded and firmly gripped locks of hair as the goddess floated upward and drew back her angelic wings. In the blink of an eye, she took off. She flew faster than the speed of light itself. All the stars in the darkness of space looked like streaks as they zipped by.
 
  Poor little Homura hung on by the skin of her teeth, clinging to Madoka's fluttering pink hair. She wrapped her arms around the rippling tresses, trying with all her might not to be swept away by Madoka's cosmic flight. But the force was too much. Her grip was beginning to slide. She frantically grabbed at clumps of hair as she was rapidly dragged away by the wind. "M-Madoka, stop!"
she shrieked. "I-I can't hang on! I'm going to fall!"
 
  Madoka never heard her cries. Homura screamed as she was torn away, grasping at thin air. She grabbed at the flowing fabric of Madoka's spatial gown, but she couldn't keep her grip.
Just then, just as she truly believed she was going to be thrown into the aether, never to be seen again, she flapped her tiny wings as hard as she could...and managed to grab hold of one of Madoka's pink thigh-highs. She buried herself in the sock, pressed between the soft fabric and Madoka's plushy thigh. Even with the chaos rumbling outside, being locked in here...it was actually somewhat comforting, being so close to Madoka.
 
  However, she didn't get much time to savor her moment. She suddenly felt Madoka stop moving. "Homura?" she called. "Homura, where are you?" Homura began to squirm, attempting to climb out of her thigh-high to get her attention. "Madoka! I'm in here!" The goddess didn't seem to hear her, however. As Homura squirmed, she began to laugh. "H-hey! S-stop it, that tickles!"
 
  Madoka lifted up her dress and pulled down her sock, exposing her shrunken girlfriend. The poor thing was shaken and terrified, but not otherwise hurt. "Ah, there you are!" She pinched her fingers between the back of her neck and plucked her out. Homura found herself in a place that could only be described as something out of a fairytale. It was like a castle, or a princess's royal chambers. There was a bed and a table, which Madoka was currently sitting at. Everything, the furniture, the walls, the floor- all of it was composed of a brilliant, glassy crystal.
 
  Madoka laid back, placing Homura on her belly. She stroked the little devil with her fingertips. "So, this is home. Do you like it, Homura?" Homura didn't really know what to say. "Umm...yes, it's very nice. But why...why did you bring me here?"
 
  "Like I said, because this is our new home," Madoka replied. "We're going to be together forever. I suppose I should help get you settled in, hmm?" As Homura laid upon the goddess, gazing up at her loving smile, she felt her belly rumble beneath her. Homura bit her tongue to keep from squealing. "Ahh, I'm so hungry," Madoka yawned, opening her mouth wide. Homura shuddered at the thought. At her tiny size, Madoka really was big enough to swallow her whole.
 
  She was pulled up by the scruff of her neck and placed onto something...something wet. All of a sudden, Homura found herself buried in cream. She clawed her way through the cream and pulled her upper half back into the outside world. Madoka awaited before her, resting her chin in her palms. "How do you like it? You're the topping for my strawberry shortcake! You look absolutely scrumptious!"
 
  "W-wait!" Homura squeaked, beginning to panic. "Why are you doing this to me?! I did say you weren't going to be alone anymore, didn't I?" Madoka asked. "If you're in my belly, we can never be separated, right? Don't worry, it's not going to hurt, I promise. I would never hurt you, Homura."
 
  With that, the goddess raised the strawberry-filled, Homura-topped cake to her mouth, teasingly licking her lips in front of the tiny demon. She stuck out her tongue and gave Homura a loving lick, clearing her face of the cream residue. Mmmm...you really are tasty. She opened her mouth, showing Homura a close-up view of the chasm that was her maw. Web-like tendrils of drool dripped from her teeth. Homura wanted to fly away so badly, but her wings were smothered in sticky cream, rendering them effectively useless.
 
  Madoka bit into the strawberry shortcake, cutting off just inches away from Homura's toes. "M-Madoka, stop it! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please...don't eat me!" She paid no regard to even a drop of her friend's fear. The next bite took Homura along with it. She tumbled into a dark, damp, humid prison, surrounded by mushed-up strawberries, cake, and cream. She latched onto the tongue, not wanting to be chewed up along with the rest of her snack.
 
  This had to be her punishment. There was no other explanation. Madoka had punished her for stealing her power and becoming a demon, and now, as the goddess' toy, there was nothing she could do. A loud gulp echoed behind her as Madoka swallowed. The force almost dragged Homura along with it. Soon, she was going to end up down there too...she trembled even thinking about it. As much as she loved Madoka, she didn't want to become her food. "Madoka...please let me out..." she sputtered.
 
  In reply, the tongue swiftly moved, slithering down the length of her body and pressing between her thighs. It lovingly lapped at her privates, sending bouts of pleasure through her.
Slowly, yet surely, the tip worked its way into her flower, stretching her and filling her out. Homura cried out in a mix of pain and pure ecstacy. Rivers of fluid dripped out of her, steadily growing her arousal as the appendage worked deeper and deeper into her wet walls. Madoka hummed at her sweet flavor, her delighted singing echoing all around Homura. "Ah...ahhh...Madoka...please...I don't want to be eaten..."
 
  Though the threat of being devoured still hung heavily in the back of her mind, she was constantly distracted by Madoka's wild thrashes within her. She was stimulated further with each passing second, and she was beginning to flood. "Mmm...you're so delicious, Homura..." Madoka sang. "I want to taste you more..."
 
  Homura laid on her back, crying out in pleasure as Madoka furiously tasted her insides. Soon she soared to her peak, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. A gush of juices came pouring out of her like a waterfall. She moaned loudly, the result of her climax echoing within the confines of Madoka's jaws.
 
  The goddess spat her up into the palm of her gloved hand. Soaked in saliva and sexual fluids, Homura was completely shattered. Her wings weakly fluttered against her back. She was taken now, too far gone to even think about escaping. "M...Madoka...that was...amazing...thank you..."
 
  Madoka grinned. "You're welcome, Homura. You were delicious, I have to say. But now that I think about it...I can't just eat you. You're my friend, not food. I can't treat you that way.
But I've thought of another way for us to be together. Homura...do you want to be reborn?"
 
  The devil slowly nodded, not even thinking about what she was saying. She blindly replied, "Y-yes...I would like that..." Madoka giggled. "Okay then. I promise, you'll love it."
Cupping the exhausted Homura in her palms, she stood up and swiftly made her way over to the bed, where she laid down on her back. "So, are you ready to be reborn?"
 
  "Yes...I am..." Homura muttered. Madoka tugged at her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She pushed back the folds of her dress and spread her legs. "This is a new start...for both of us."
 
  She gave Homura one last kiss, then took her on the long journey down to her lower regions. Homura was presented to Madoka's flower, which was already dribbling with juices. The goddess spread open her petals, exposing the entrance to her inner sanctum. "In you go, Homura..."
 
  The little devil slid inside as Madoka tilted her hand. She couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening to her, even as she slipped past Madoka's supple wet lips. She felt her fingertips pressing down on her bottom, pushing her further and further within. Every movement, every mere twitch Homura made brought a chorus of ecstatic moans from Madoka. The devil felt every inch of her dripping, rippling tunnel rubbing and squeezing against her tiny form.
 
  She was in a euphoric daze. She didn't want to run, she didn't want to escape. All she wanted was to go deeper and deeper into her best friend. The walls of Madoka's sex contracted in powerful waves, dragging her further within the goddess' sweltering, nectar-slicked womb. The seductive trap was too much for her. She couldn't think about anything other than Madoka. She could hear her goddess moaning from outside, but in here, she was drowning in pure pleasure. She was so happy to be inside her.
 
  The flowing walls consumed Homura further, swallowing her up into the uterus. Madoka's womb was warm and wet, and the sides continously rippled to massage its tiny guest. Homura was surrounded by a soft, magical light. "Ahhh...it's so nice and warm in here...Madoka...thank you...I don't want to ever leave you again...I want to stay here forever..."
 
  Back outside, Ultimate Madoka lovingly stroked her belly, wincing in pleasure at Homura's subtle movements within her uterus. After all of the suffering and despair, the two magical girls could be one at last. Homura could be hers for all of eternity. "Then forever you will stay," she reassured her friend. "I won't ever let you go. You don't have to be alone anymore, because now, we'll always be together..."
 
  Homura awoke, jolting up out of deep sleep. No longer was she slumbering inside her best friend's womb, to forever stay and be reborn as the goddess' child. She found herself in a hospital bed. "Huh...? Wha...what happened...? It was such a lovely dream..."
 
  She turned to see Madoka sitting at her bedside, smiling a warm smile. "Good morning, Homura. I've been waiting for you."
 
 
 
The End...
 
May 15th, 2018.