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You’d think a girl like Homura would be able to actually get things done on time, ironically. But Halloween was simply- not on her radar at all. She’d agreed when Madoka had asked her to find them cute paired costumes they could wear together, but almost immediately after, that task went on the back burner.
She had a whole month after all, and many, many things that were more important then Halloween, of all things.
That is, until Madoka texted her on the 30th.
‘Can’t wait to see what you’ve picked up <3’ She told Homura, moments before the ravenette ran out of her home and toward the nearest costume store in a nearly blind panic.
And of course, this late into the season, there was basically nothing left.
There were some scary or bloody costumes that Madoka wouldn’t like, and some licensed costumes Homura vetoed for her own sanity’s sake.
Leaving her with practically nothing except ‘sexy’ costumes.
And ‘sexy’ clearly wasn’t the vibe Madoka had been aiming for when she’d sent Homura off on her task, but beggars can’t be choosers. At least Homura managed to find one that was more cute than sexy- a pink-colored cowgirl costume.
It still was clearly supposed to be a ‘sexy’ parody costume, given its tight corset dotted with pink cow print and the short shorts that accompanied it, but at least it wasn’t outright sexual like some Homura had seen.
And it was pink! The cow print was pink, the cowgirl hat was pink, even the shorts were a soft pink color that brought Madoka to Homura’s mind. Hopefully, Madoka liked pink enough not to be mad that Homura had clearly failed in her task.
Sadly, there had been only one of those left- which Homura hoped was close enough to Madoka’s size to be fine- so if she wanted to pair up with Madoka, she’d need to cobble something together herself.
Thankfully, while complete costumes were mostly sold out, there were still many miscellaneous items that she could collect and put together into a singular cowgirt costume.
A cowboy-esque western shirt here, some black chaps she could wear over an ordinary pair of jeans, a cowboy hat-
And she’d look like a westaboo next to Madoka’s much more evident costume.
Shit.
Even if she threw on some boots, they wouldn’t really make much of a difference…
Homura clicked her tongue as her eyes landed on a pair of plastic bull horns.
Seems like she was dressing up as a cowboy this Halloween.
Whatever. Who cared as long as Madoka was happy, right?
Of course, that had been easy to think in the store.
The next day, as Homura stood in the bathroom getting changed, she felt much less confident.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and grimaced.
She looked ridiculous.
Her horns were poking awkwardly into the rim of her hat, her shirt was obviously a couple of sizes too large, and even the chaps were ill-fitted to her, even taking account her long legs.
All in all, she looked like a mess.
But the worst was yet to come.
Because Madoka was in her own bedroom, getting changed in the costume Homura had gotten her.
Homura hadn’t seen Madoka’s reaction to finding out what Homura had gotten her, simply giving her the bag containing her costume as they separated to change.
She let out a long, deep sigh.
Well, there was nothing for it. Time to face the music.
Homura left Madoka’s bathroom and walked toward her bedroom, knocking on the door once she reached it. “Madoka? Are you done changing?” She asked before she could chicken out.
“Y-Yes! Just- give me a moment!” Madoka’s muffled voice answered back, before slowly approaching the door. Homura took another deep breath as she took a step back as the door opened-
“Wow.”
Madoka flushed at Homura’s soft word- or at least, flushed even harder than she already was.
Madoka looked cute, as usual. Tiny, rounded white horns were poking out of her hair just enough to be visible, and her usually tied up twintails were instead loose down her back. She seemed to have left the hat behind, possibly realizing the same thing that Homura had- horns and hats didn’t go together.
But as soon as Homura’s eyes left her face and began travelling down her body, there was no hiding the true nature of Madoka’s costume.
Her small breasts were pressed together into a rare cleavage. Her belly button was bare, exposed between the bottom of the pink corset and the top of the shorts- which were truly short, leaving most of Madoka’s thighs exposed as well.
“Uhm- Homura-chan…” Madoka began, and Homura looked down.
“Sorry. This was all that was left at the store when I went.” She admitted quietly.
Madoka didn’t answer for a moment, possibly taking in Homura’s own shitty costume, before sighing softly, and then giggling.
“It’s fine, Homura-chan. Wearing a costume on Halloween is already a bit ridiculous. These work perfectly fine!” She said, smiling at Homura, and the ravenette nodded, agreeing with Madoka even though she still felt guilty that she’d failed her on this day.
She jumped as a loud dong sounded throughout the house.
“Oh! Is it already 5? We need to get going if we don’t want to miss out on all the fun!” Madoka said, prompting Homura to look out a nearby window. The sun was setting, and Madoka smiled as she turned to see what Homura was looking at.
“Tonight is going to be a lot of fun, Homura. I’m sure of it!” Madoka said optimistically, but Homura wasn’t worried about the night ahead at this moment.
No, she was actually in deep thought.
‘Since when has Madoka’s house had a clock that made that sound?’ She asked herself, just as the sun completely set-
Homura blinked rapidly. What had she been thinking about?
She blinked hard, before turning toward Madoka, who was also blinking, looking slightly confused. She looked up at Homura, and the ravenette blinked. Had Madoka- always had to look up to talk to her?
She frowned, looking off into the distance. Something about that seemed, wrong…
“Homura-chan?” Madoka asked softly, making Homura look back down at her. “Is everything alright?”
Homuta shook her head softly, trying to clear it. “Yeah, it’s fine.” She answered. No need to worry Madoka with nothing after already messing up.
Actually, she should reassure her. “You don’t look ridiculous at all Madoka.” She said, making the pinkette blink, confused.
“Your costume- it looks good on you. No one will think you look ridiculous.” Homura affirmed, and it was true. Sure, the corset might’ve been a size too small for Madoka’s chest, but that only added to the allure of it.
Madoka flushed at Homura’s compliment. “W-Well, your costume looks good too! It almost looks tailored for you, honestly!” She said, and Homura blinked, before looking down at herself.
Huh. Now that she got a second look at it, Madoka was right. Her shirt which she’d thought was too large earlier was maybe a half-size too big. The only thing it took away was that her chest was kind of lost in the looseness of it, though she could still tell that it was resting against her breasts ever so slightly.
And her chaps- they were just a touch loose around her ankles and thighs, maybe an inch too long. Nothing dramatic like she’d felt looking at them in the bathroom.
She smiled down at Madoka. “Thank you.” She answered simply, enjoying the way Madoka’s cheeks flush again at her words.
Hm. Had her voice always sounded like that? It sounded, a bit deeper than usual. Did she have a cold? She frowned for a moment, only to be distracted by Madoka speaking up again.
“W-Well, we’d better get going?” She asked, and Homura couldn’t help but get an eyeful of Madoka’s cleavage as she looked back down at her. Always an appreciated sight, to be perfectly honest.
“Sure.” Homura agreed, and the pair began making their way down the stairs.
Homura worried that she might have to be careful not to trip in her chaps, but she ended up being distracted by Madoka’s large rump, tightly contained into her shorts as she walked ahead of the ravenette. Somehow, Homura had a feeling that Madoka didn’t usually roll her hips as much as she currently did, though staring at her ass didn’t help her find out why she felt that way, even once she reached the bottom wihout tripping.
But- why would she? Homura’s chaps fitted her perfectly, highlighting her thick thighs and phat ass in black leather.
Homura frowned again. Something was definitely strange-
“S-So, uhm…” Madoka paused as they reached the ground floor. “Where are we going?”
Homura blinked. “Shouldn’t you know that?”
Madoka blinked slowly up at Homura. “Uh- Should I?” She repeated, and Homura realized that, of course not.
A simple girl like Madoka couldn’t have made any plans on her own. Homura always had to be the one to do that. But…
“Hm. I can’t remember planning anything.” She realized. “I guess we should just hang out at home then.” She decided, and Madoka was all too happy to agree, only to blink, tilting her head to the side, confused.
“Are we, hanging out in our costumes then?” She asked, looking down at her tits. Her nipples were barely concealed by the corset she was wearing, and her shorts looked ready to burst around her wide hips. But-
“What costumes?” Homura asked, making Madoka blink, her pink eyes hazy as she looked up at Homura.
Homura was also feeling quite confused. Costumes? The girls were wearing their usual clothes, and nothing else. Homura looked down at herself just to make sure, but no.
Her shirt was straining over her heavy tits and muscular arms, and her chaps were tightly pressed against her bare skin, letting her crotch nude, as usual.
And as usual, her heavy horsecock was swaying from side to side, laying against her large, cum-filled leathery balls.
Even her hat was fitted nicely on her head, her large horns properly slotted into the holes cut out for them into it.
Madoka also looked as she usually did. Her large milky tits were out in the open as they should be, with her tiny corset only making them seem even larger. Her cute little white horns were poking out of her long pink hair, perfect for grabbing a hold off and wrapping around Homura’s hand. Tight booty shorts that barely managed to contain her wide birthing hips and phat ass that Homura could practically feel against the palm of her hand. And she was already soaking her tiny shorts as she looked down as Homura’s cock with hazy eyes betraying her slow mind.
Homura didn’t know what Madoka was talking about- and frankly, she didn’t care. She’d already decided that they were going to hang out, so there was no discussion to be had.
Homura reached down, and grabbed Madoka by the waist, the corded muscles in her arms flexing as she easily lifted the pink-haired cow into the air, before throwing her over a broad shoulder. You’d think a cow as gifted as Madoka was would be hard to manhandle- and she was, to be perfectly clear.
Weight simply wasn’t a factor when you were built like Homura was.
“H-Homoooora-chan?” Madoka asked slowly, but she obediently fell limp in Homura’s grip as the muscular girl carried her to the couch, before dropping her into it, and then herself next to her, making the furniture creak ominously under her weight.
But she was used to it. Only specially built furniture could support an eight-feet tall woman with her large, muscular frame after all.
She grunted as she felt pressure around her chest, but with a flex of her muscles, the top few buttons exploded off her, revealing her own deep cleavage, and she let out a sigh of relief.
And now that she was comfortable, she was free to hang out with Madoka as they usually did.
Which of course, meant that as soon as Homura was settled, Madoka’s stupid face began nuzzling her cock, her blank pink eyes staring hungrily at it, only to moo in pleasure as Homura’s large hand cupped a heavy breast. It was so full that it’s own weight made milk begin pouring out of the cow’s nipples, making her moo even more, and Homura smirked.
She was one lucky girl, having such a sexy and productive cow. But on the other hand, Madoka was lucky to have Homura to take care of her. Not only because she could probably be talked into anything, but also-
“H-Homoora-chan~ Can we fuck, please?~” Madoka begged as she lapped at her owner’s cock, and Homura huffed out a laugh.
-because Madoka was such a slut.
“Sure, Madoka. I’ll take care of you.” She said, manhandling the cheering cow into her lap, ripping off her shorts with one hand and impaling her on her hard, throbbing cock with the other.
Madoka was such a slutty cow that having two feet of horsecock punch into her womb only made her cum harder, even as Homura’s thick cock was visibly stretching her stomach. And when Homura brought a milk-laden udder to her mouth, before closing her mouth around her nipples and taking a deep drag of it, all Madoka did in response was brainlessly moo out her pleasure.
And as Homura bred Madoka as she usually did, she couldn’t help but agree with her.
Tonight was going to be a lot of fun. And she hoped everyone else was enjoying the night as much as Homura was~