Beth nearly runs into her other blonde friend as she enters her home's 
entryway, prompting Mary to ask, "Where's the fire, Beth? And where's 
Momoko and that friend she met in Japan?"

"They're getting dressed." replies Beth.

Meanwhile, Momoko lets out a sigh of relief as her and Onpu return to 
the guest room, the green-eyed girl uncertain what she would've done had 
Beth's mom noticed her extra bit of anatomy.

Stripping out of her Pajamas, Momoko pulls on her usual orange top, but 
instead of her usual skirt, she instead pulls on a pair of white shorts 
to match Beth's, only to realize that it does an even poorer job of 
concealing her futahood than her pajamas did.

The thought of transforming and undoing the spell crosses her mind, but 
as she reaches for her tap, her emerald eyes land on Onpu's beautiful, 
bare bottom just before the idol's lavender t-shirt dress falls to cover 
it, Onpu apparently having decided to not only forego her shorts, but to 
go commando, the realization making Momoko's member throb in need.

The emerald-eyed girl desperately wants to bend the child idol over and 
slam her futahood cervix deep in the purple ojamajo's pussy, perhaps 
even try to force her tip even deeperrrr into the younger girl's womb, 
especially after Onpu had deny letting Momoko give her a creampie and 
how the blonde had been interrupted while fucking Beth, but common sense 
eventually wins out, the yellow Ojamajo activating her tap as she 
decides the risk of getting caught is too high at the moment, 
"Pretty-Witchy Momoko-chi! Perutan Pepton Paralila Pon! Return me to 
normal!"

Onpu turns to the older girl just in time to see Momoko return to her 
street clothes, spotting the spandex shorts and the notable absence of a 
girlcock forming a bulge in front.

Meanwhile, Beth tries to make small talk with Mary, but she can't help 
but replay the scenes from earlier that morning, the sight of the two 
ojamajo playing with each other and later of Onpu bouncing in Momoko's 
lap, now recontextualized by the knowledge of Momoko having something 
between her legs she certainly hadn't had during any of their sleepovers 
prior to the Asuka family moving to Japan... and while Beth's pussy was 
sore in a way that made her understand why some of the older, more 
vulgar boys in the neighborhood sometimes called their junk 'bitch 
breakers" when they thought no innocent, little girls were in earshot, 
the pain had started to fade when her mom had knocked on the bathroom 
door and Beth couldn't help wondering if she would've started enjoying 
it had Momoko been allowed to finish.

Noticing just how unusually quiet Beth is being and spotting a faint 
blush despite the moka skinned girl's dark complexion, Mary eventually 
decides to ask, "Is something bothering you Beth?"

"No-nothing!" replies the short girl, her denial way too quick for Mary 
to buy.

"Uh-huh," replies the rich girl skeptically, "Your cheeks must be 
burning if I can see them reddening... Come on, did you, Momoko, and 
that other Japanese girl gossip about cute, Japanese boys without me or 
something?"

###
Closing the distance between them, Onpu drops to a husky whisper as she 
comments, "[Undid the spell so soon, Momo-chan? And here I was kind of 
hoping for another round." Though the blonde can barely understand the 
idol, she can't help feeling a heat between her legs as the purple eyed 
girl comes up behind the emerald eyed girl and gently kneads the 
patissiere's perky posterior through the stretchy shorts as she adds, 
"[Though, with how well these shorts show off Momo-chan's butt, it's 
tempting to give myself a dick and give Momo-chan a taste of what 
Momo-chan gave Beth-chan and me.]"

Momoko lets out a moan at Onpu's ministrations, only to let out a gasp 
as Onpu gives her a playful smack of the bottom as the idol heads for 
the bedroom door, adding "[But we shouldn't leave Beth-chan and Mary-san 
waiting.]"

###

"It's nothing like that!" Inssists Beth in reply to Mary's rather 
pointed question, "They've said nothing about the boys in Japan!"

"Then, did you get hot and bothered telling them about the boys around 
here?" retorts Mary mercilessly.

"Good morning, Mary!" calls Momoko, Beth letting out a sigh of relief in 
hopes that the white girl will be too distracted to continue grilling 
her.

"Oh, Hellow Momo-" Mary starts to return her fellow blonde's greeting, 
only for her to trail off and her eyes to sparkle with awe as she locks 
eyes with Onpu for the first time, the idol likewise struck silent, 
unprepared for just how strong the resemblance between the girl in front 
of her and a certain Ojou back in Misora is.

"Oh my god! She's just so darn cute!" cries Mary before glomping onto 
the purple-haired girl, Onpu too surprised by the strong resemblance 
between Mary and Tamaki, yet too off balanced by the vastly different 
reaction to first meeting the idol, the reaction all the more surprising 
as Onpu was sure she was a complete unknown this side of the pacific.

Partially regaining her senses, but not letting go of the idol, Mary 
turns to Momoko and ask, "Hey, Momoko, I think Beth is hiding something, 
any idea what it is?"

Recovering from her shock, Onpu notices the subtle blush on Beth's dark 
skin, and while she doesn't understan Mary's question, Onpu can make an 
educated guess as she replies, "[I have no idea why Beth-chan would be 
hiding something, but it's kind of eery how much Mary-san and Tamaki-san 
look alike... It's almost like you were twins separated at birth or 
something.]"

"Huh?" replies Mary, a look of utter non-comprehension on her face at 
hearing the girl's she's hugging speak Japanese.

"Onpu says she has no idea why Beth would be hiding something." replies 
Momoko, "and she was commenting on how you and Reika, another of the 
friends I've made in Japan could be twins because of how much the two of 
you look alike."

Sighing in relief that it sounds like the two Japanese girls intend to 
keep that morning's activities between the three of them, Beth pipes up, 
"So where should we go?"

After Momoko repeats the question in stilted Japanese, Onpu replies, "[I 
was wanting to check out Central Park.]" and after Momoko relays her 
newest friend's response, the quartet quickly agree as they head out, 
making their way to the park.

Mary flags down a Taxi for the quartet, not wanting to get hot and 
sweaty just getting to the park, and as the four girls squeeze into the 
cab's back seat, the white girl can't help but notice how quiet her 
companions are. She's willing to pass off the purple-haired Japanese 
girl's silence as being unable to speak English, but the silence of her 
two friends just reinforces her suspicions that they're hiding 
something, but she doesn't bring it up quite yet, sure they would stay 
clammed up with the cabbie in the driver's seat.

Upon reaching the park, Mary pays the fair and decides to lead the group 
down one of the more scenic paths away from the larger crowds, and it's 
only when the four are far from any potential eavesdroppers that Mary 
broaches the subject once more, "So, now that it's just us girls and 
there's no need to worry that Beth's mom will overhear, mind telling me 
what the big secret is?"

"I...I told you, there's no secret!" retorts Beth, her cheeks darkening 
once more at her unconvincing denial.

"Mary, you, me, and Beth have been friends since Kindergarten," adds 
Momoko, "Why would there be any secrets between us?" the green-eyed 
blonde managing a much better poker face thanks in no small part to 
keeping her status as a witch apprentice a secret from both of the 
american girls for over a year.

Though not convinced, Mary pretends to drop the subject, plotting how 
she can trick the little black girl into spilling the beans.

The group continue their walk in the park for several minutes before 
Mary finally gets an idea, and stopping in front of the next bench they 
pass, she suggests, "Hey, it's awfully hot out today. I know where some 
vending machines not too far from here are. Why don't you three take a 
seat and I'll go get us some refreshments."

After Momoko translates for Onpu, the idol takes a seat, wiping sweat 
from her brow as she replies, "[That sounds like a great idea.]" and 
With Beth and Momoko's agreement following shortly, Mary departs.

When Beth thinks Mary is out of earshot, the short girl lets out a sigh 
of relief as she addresses her green-eyed friend, "Thank you, Momoko, 
for keeping what happened this morning a secret."

"No problem, Beth." replies Momoko, "I could tell you weren't ready to 
share what happened between the three of us."

Moving so she's on Beth's other side from Momoko, Onpu asks, "[So, 
Beth-chan, was watching me bouncing on Momo-chan's lap as exciting for 
you as watching Momo-chan plow your pussy was for me?]"

"Onpu asked if you liked watching her and me... and I'd like to know if 
you enjoyed what you and me did." adds Momoko, her oldest friend's 
cheeks darkening further.

"We-well..." stammers the short girl, eyes darting as if looking for an 
escape route, "It was surprising to see you and Onpu playing with each 
other like that.... and even more surprising to see Momoko with a boy's 
thing... but i...I just couldn't tear my eyes away... and it kind of 
hurt when you put your thing in me, but it was starting to feel good by 
the time my mom almost caught us... I...I kind of want to do that 
again."

However, while the three discuss what happened earlier, unbeknownst to 
the trio, instead of going for snacks, the fourth member of their little 
group had instead doubled back behind the greenery lining the path and 
was eavesdropping from a bush right behind the bench where the two 
Japanese girls had the black girl surrounded. Mary didn't have a clear 
picture of the morning's events, and the Japanese wasn't the only part 
of the converssation that didn't make sense, but she understood enough 
to know something was up and it sounded like the trio had a blossoming, 
forbidden love affair going on.

Mary isn't sure what to do with what she just heard, but just when she's 
thinking she should actually hit up the vending machines so the others 
don't suspect anything, she spots Onpu leaning over to give Beth a kiss 
on the cheek, though only Beth herself hears the foreign words as the 
idol whispers, "[Beth-chan is really cute.]"

"I'd be happy to continue what we started." replies Momoko to Beth's 
comments, reaching a hand between the shorter girl's chubby, chocolate 
thighs to rub her through her shorts, Beth's entire face heating up as 
she squirms under the attentions of the two Japanese girls.

"Uh, Momoko," moans Beth, unsure how to react to how forward her friend 
is being, especially in such a semi-public place, and yet it isn't long 
before Beth's own hand finds it's way to her friend's crotch as well.

And then the little black girl is hit with another surprise at what she 
finds, or rather doesn't find, and curiosity overpowering any 
nervousness at the situation, Beth's hand finds its way down Momoko's 
shorts to confirm her suspicions.

"Huh, it's gone! Momoko's boy thing is gone!" cries the chocolate cutie 
before a little bit of logic breaks through her confusion and she asks, 
"Was it just a fancy toy all along?"

"Oh yeah,, Japan has all kinds of advanced technology, and the toys you 
can get there for private play are no exception." replies Momoko, 
quickly latching on to Beth's words as a ways of explaining away her and 
Onpu's somewhat reckless use of magic earlier that morning as she 
continues to rub at Beth's crotch, the shorter girl letting out a moan.

"[Oh yeah]," Adds Onpu, cupping one of the black girl's breast buds 
through her top, "[Strapless strap-on... and supposedly 
indistinguishable from the real thing.]" Momoko translating for Beth's, 
and unknowingly, Mary's benefit.

As Mary listens in, her hand absent-mindedly slides under her skirt to 
tease at her own feminine folds through her panties, the spying blonde 
not really conscious of the effect the scene before her is having on her 
or the slight thrill she gets from witnessing something she certainly 
isn't supposed to.

But Momoko's ministrations don't distract Beth for long as she asks 
between moans, "Uh, but what about that sticky stuff?"

"[Mostly water,]" comments Onpu after Momoko translates as a means of 
stalling for an answer, "[Though it was mixed with a special feminine 
wash to give it the right texture and consistency.]"

As the pair of Japanese girls continue to molest the smaller, 
moka-skinned girl, Mary lets a moan slip pass her lips, placing a hand 
over her mouth as she realizes just what she's been doing, and as much 
as she would like to continue watching, she decides she better hit up 
the vending machines before she gives herself away.

"But it had such an odd scent." comments Beth, thinking over what she 
remembered of the supposedly fake semen, "Surelly, it would have a more 
floral scent if it was just unusually thick feminine wash."

"Uh..." replies Momoko, trying to think of an explanation short of 
revealing magic and running the risk that Beth will trigger the witch 
frog curse.

"It's supposed to smell like the real thing." Whispers Onpu in Beth's 
ear, barely audible to Momoko who has to ask the idol to repeat herself 
before translating.

Seeming to accept the answer, Beth adds, "I think I'd like to try using 
the strap-on on Momoko."

"Hmmm..." murmurs Momoko in response, "That sounds nice, but I left it 
back at your place."

Before their conversation can continue, Mary returns from the vending 
machines, her arms filled with a variety of canned soda and single serve 
bags of chips, the trio hastily pulling their hands away from each other 
and putting them in their laps.

The trio sigh internally when Mary doesn't comment on what they were 
doing before she returned, assuming they got away with pretending to be 
innocent as the quartet devy up the snacks, Mary having gotten her, 
Momoko's and Beth's favorites, plus a variety of other snacks, having no 
idea what Onpu likes, the purple haired girl trying a few different 
things based on the other's recommendations, not being familiar with 
American junk food.

Eventually, Mary interrupts their little informal brunch by asking, "So, 
where should we go after we finish our snack?" The other three squirming 
a bit in their seat, wishing they could continue from earlier.