Conjunction

02

Commissioned by Kyryst.

Staring down into the violet eyes of the younger girl between her legs, working her lips and tongue over Ranma's snatch, staring back up into Ranma's blue eyes with such a look of eager devotion, Ranma was filled with a feeling of…

She felt like the dog that had finally caught the car. Well, now what do I do with it?

Those silly thoughts were driven from her mind as Hotaru's hands on her thighs spread her legs a little wider. The younger girl, her student, pulled back for a moment. "Sensei, could you scoot up a bit?"

Ranma shifted forward in the chair she sat on. "That good?"

Hotaru beamed. "Perfect!"

And then she dove right back between Ranma's legs with no hesitation whatsoever. Ranma had to stifle a moan as Hotaru used her fingers to spread the redhead's lips and ran her tongue up and down Ranma's slit. Ranma's hips twitched when Hotaru slid a finger inside her channel.

Ranma had spent half her time as a girl for the last few years now. Unfortunately, with everything going on in his life at the time, he hadn't really had much of an opportunity to explore his cursed form's body, outside of his training with the old letch. At least, not until after leaving Akane. Ranma had since done some… 'self-exploration' as it were. But putting things into his cursed form's body had always been weird. Alien, to his male mind, but it still felt kind of good. Not enough to really do any more experimenting than a finger or two though.

And here Hotaru was, just slipping her fingers inside Ranma without so much as a 'by your leave.' And yet, the way Hotaru curled her fingers up, stroking Ranma's insides and gently digging into the walls of her pussy… it made Ranma's breath hitch. Made her heart pound in her chest. Made her nipples stand to painful attention and made her pussy clench involuntarily.

Then Hotaru's mouth descended on Ranma's hooded clit, sucking the little bud, hood and all, between her lips and running her soft but firm tongue over it while applying pressure.

"Ahn~"

An absolutely humiliating noise escaped from Ranma's lips. Hotaru stared up at her with an impish but pleased look in her eyes and redoubled her efforts. Ranma's hand clamped over her mouth as she tried to keep the sounds in. Her other hand went down to Hotaru's head, her fingers combing through the other girl's thick, sinfully soft locks, occasionally grabbing and pulling her in just a little harder.

Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm really gonna—

"Hng!" Ranma bowed over Hotaru's head with the force of her orgasm, her thighs clenching around the smaller girl's head, legs crossing behind her back and locking her in place. Hotaru giggled and kept right on licking, sucking, and even gently biting at Ranma's clit. Her orgasm didn't stop after just a few seconds, like she was used to as a guy. Even when she occasionally, rarely masturbated as a girl, Ranma never drew it out—didn't know it could be drawn out like this.

It just went on and on, building to the point of feeling painful, and if it weren't for her high pain tolerance, she would have pushed Hotaru away. Instead, Ranma embraced it, allowed Hotaru to keep stringing her along. She felt a trickle of something wet and hot dribble out of herself and Hotaru's sucking became slurping as she drank whatever it was down—Ranma didn't have the mental power to worry if she had pissed herself right now. Her mind was blown. Only one thought managed to shine through the fog of her orgasm.

I should have done this years ago.

Eventually though, it came to an end and her body relaxed. Ranma slumped feebly back in the chair. After a last few licks, Hotaru gently disentangled Ranma's legs from around her head. Looking up at the redhead with an expression of love and adoration so pure it hurt Ranma's heart and left her wondering why she ever put up with Akane, Hotaru asked, "Did I do a good job, sensei?"

"Ah, y-yeah," Ranma muttered, the words catching in her throat.

Hotaru's smile brightened several degrees. "I'm glad."

The worst part, for Ranma? Hotaru genuinely meant that. The girl was happy that she had pleased her crush, and her lover. Akane had never been like that. Akane had outright refused to give Ranma oral in either form, saying it was degrading and complaining that it tasted awful. Of course, the youngest Tendo sister had expected Ranma to be willing to perform oral on her at the drop of a hat, because guys were supposed to do that to prove they loved their girlfriends.

Hotaru, on the other hand, had clearly enjoyed doing it given the happy smile on her face. Ranma, unable to resist, petted the other girl's head, her fingers running through Hotaru's thick, dark, sinfully soft locks. I was missing out on this the whole time…

She found herself conflicted. On the one hand, Ranma was a guy. He had been born a guy. He liked being a guy. He enjoyed typically guy things, like fighting (the Amazons built an entire culture around it, so he couldn't claim it was exclusively a 'guy thing,' no matter what his pops said). He liked girls. He loved sex as a guy. It just felt right.

But… sex as a girl (with another girl! Not with a guy!) felt amazing. Different. Better in some ways, just as good in most ways, not as good in others. Ranma didn't exactly have a whole lot of experience with having sex as a girl so he couldn't say for sure which was better (even if it was definitely sex as a guy, because that's what he was and what felt right) from a purely physical standpoint… but it was good. Something she could definitely say she had wasted an opportunity on by not trying it earlier.

And this was just a bit of foolin' around. Imagine what actually doin' the do would be like. …How's that work between two chicks, anyway?

Hotaru got up from between Ranma's legs and made her way over to the kitchen sink, leaving Ranma stuck in her thoughts, blue eyes absently following the naked form of her student—tracking the way her heart-shaped rear swayed slightly with every step. Hotaru quickly washed her face and hands, humming quietly as she did. "If I'm going to be coming over regularly, I should have some things here. A toothbrush, a change of clothes, and a clean uniform at least."

"…Who said it would be regular?" Ranma asked, still unsure about this whole thing.

Hotaru turned and sent her a smile before looking around for a dish towel. "Whatever you're comfortable with, sensei. But I'm going to try my best to make you want to keep me over! I hope you're ready, because I feel like I've been training to be a wife for my entire life, and I'm going to show you just how great I'll be as your girlfriend!"

"You're making it hard to deny you," the redhead muttered.

Hotaru stuck out her tongue as she dried her hands and then face. "Good!" When Ranma just sighed, she hung the towel on the stove door handle and made her way back to get sensei's side. Hotaru put her arms around Ranma and gave the man-turned-woman a hug. "I should go. I need to get home before someone says something."

"Mm. Kay. Remember what I said. At school—"

"We're just teacher and student and nothing can change," Hotaru nodded her agreement. "I won't let you down!"

With that, the girl transformed, leaving Sailor Saturn in her place. "Have a good day, sensei!"

Ranma returned the peck on the lips Saturn gave her, before the senshi left by the balcony door. "Girl is gonna be the death of me," she muttered, before standing and heading for the bathroom. She smelled like sex and there was no way she could go through the day like that.

Part of Ranma felt that it was only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped. That something would go wrong, and when it did, it would inevitably wreck her life as things tended to. Long experience had taught her that it couldn't be any other way where she was concerned.

The other part… wanted to hope. Wanted to believe that things could change for the better. That she wasn't doomed to a life of constant problems, especially where women were concerned. That maybe Hotaru was different and this wouldn't end badly.

Even with the worry that something could go wrong, the expectation of the other boot to drop on her head, Ranma couldn't help but feel… excited. Giddy, almost.

"Okay Saotome, get it together. Can't act different at school or they'll figure out something changed. Stuff to do today. Go through and grade the class, get groceries, laundry, pre-cook…"

Ranma nodded to herself and hit the bathroom.

"Well? How'd it go?"

"No idea what you're talking about," Hotaru swiftly and firmly denied Usa's probing question, as she found her pink haired best friend (and maybe more) waiting for her on her bed as she slipped in her bedroom window. She let the transformation drop and began gathering a change of clothes to take a bath.

Her pink haired best friend hummed and looked around them—namely, at the very thin Japanese construction walls, accounting for the fact that their parents/guardians were home at the moment. "So, it's like that?" Hotaru nodded minutely. "Alright. We can talk later."

That wouldn't stop her from teasing a bit, however. "So, you didn't come home last night. You must have stayed with the Inners or something…" Hotaru shot her friend a dirty look. "But you're slipping in through the window instead of the front door. Now why would you do that, I wonder…?"

Hotaru blushed, glaring at Usa and practically mentally screaming for the girl to shut up. Of course, that only made Usa want to tease her more. "You look good today, Hotaru. Positively glowing. Did you do something with your hair?"

"No," Hotaru ground out.

"Come on Hotaru, gimme something! Just three words and I'll drop it until they're gone. Please~?"

Hotaru sighed. When Usa, or her mother, got like this there really wasn't any arguing with them. So, she decided to tease her friend back a bit, by driving her insane with curiosity. "Long."

Usa's eyebrow shot up. "Long? Long is good, either in duration or size…"

"Talented."

"Oooh! A man of many talents. Good, good."

"Surprising."

Usa blinked. "Eh? In what way?" When Hotaru simply smiled and went back to gathering her things to take a bath, Usa grumbled. "Come on~. You can't just stop drop a vague bombshell like that on me! I'll be curious until you spill!"

"You said three words. I gave you three words."

"… You suck."

Hotaru smirked. "I didn't hear any complaints."

"Oh ho~. How naughty. I didn't realize my Hotaru-chan had become such a ~lewd~ girl! I like!"

Hotaru retreated to the bath. She heard the front door open and close, followed a moment later by the sound of Haruka's sports car cranking up and pulling out. She began running a tub of water and was unsurprised when, not even before the tub had filled up, Usa joined her.

"Come on, let that run and I'll scrub your back," her best friend offered as she began stripping.

Hotaru nodded and pulled off her own dirty clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket after giving them a sniff. Definitely going to need to do laundry. I smell like sex. A lot of sex. And it stuck to everything.

Usa patted the stool in front of her and Hotaru sighed, settling down on it. She flinched at the spray, turning to glare at her friend who laughed and directed the cold water away, before turning up the heat. "There, there. Better?"

"Better," Hotaru murmured as Usa sprayed her down. She picked up her bathing supplies and began lathering up as Usa sprayed herself down, then took the soap from Hotaru. A moment later, the slightly smaller form of her friend pressed against her back, the small curves of her breasts noticable for their squishy softness and the hard points of her nipples against Hotaru's flesh.

Usa chuckled to herself as she rubbed herself all over Hotaru. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against Hotaru's ear. "We should do this together with sensei, don't you think?"

Hotaru hummed at that, the image flashing across her mind of rubbing her body (and Usa doing the same) all over her sensei's body—both the male and female forms. A smile pulled at her lips and she nodded once. "That would be fun."

"Ah ha!" Usa giggled. "So it is sensei!"

"Usa," Hotaru sighed, turning a put upon look on her friend.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Usa nodded. Wrapping her arms around Hotaru, she nuzzled the taller girl's neck, her tongue flicking out and licking a line along Hotaru's jugular, drawing a shiver from the dark haired girl and causing her nipples to go hard and her pussy to grow wet and hot. Usa didn't say anything else as her arms came around in a hug, one of her hands settling on Hotaru's belly as the other drifted up to gently squeeze Hotaru's right breast.

"Why does knowing you got laid make me so horny?" the pinkette whispered against Hotaru's skin, gently nipping her friend. "And jealous. I feel like I should push you down and stake my claim too."

Hotaru gulped. She had never seen her friend like this before. Sure, they had shared the bath and occasionally touched and explored each other, even occasionally talked about maybe sharing a man when they got older, but Usa had never been this… aggressive. Reaching down, she rested her hands on Usa's… but didn't stop her friend's explorations, even as Usa's left hand moved down from her belly to Hotaru's soaked pussy lips.

Hotaru whimpered, biting her lip as Usa's fingers trailed over her lower lips. "Hotaru-chan, am I going too fast? Should I stop? You have to tell me if you want me to stop…"

"I, I don't," Hotaru swallowed. She stood up off the stool quickly, nearly knocking Usa over. Grabbing the shower head, she rinsed herself off and turned the spray on Usa, who was standing up as well.

"I'm sorry! I didn't, I mean, I thought—" Hotaru frowned, shutting off the water and grabbing Usa's hand, before dragging her to the bath. Slipping in, she sat down and pulled Usa in after her, settling the smaller girl in her lap. "Oh," the pinkette muttered.

Hotaru's lips found Usa's neck, followed by her teeth as she bit her friend, hard enough to draw a hiss as her hands trailed over Usa's body. "If you're going to tease me, don't be surprised when I tease back, Usa-chan."

"…I wasn't teasing," Usa said quietly, even as she leaned back in her friend's grasp. "I, I love you Hotaru. I don't want someone to come between us—"

Hotaru silenced the other girl by bringing her fingers up and laying them over Usa's lips. Very quietly, she explained, "Yes, I visited sensei last night. Yes, I spent the night. Yes, we had sex and it was amazing. But I'm not going to leave you out in the cold! I promise, Usagi. I think I love sensei, but I know I love you. And I want to believe we can all be happy together. Sensei's life has not been kind and he needs a lot of love. I think that if I introduce you to him and explain the situation, he might accept it."

The pink haired girl nodded. "So… you think he's the one?"

The one. As in, the man that eventually, the two of them would share together. A promise they had made to each other what seemed like ages ago.

Hotaru didn't answer immediately. She thought about everything she had learned about her sensei the night before, everything they had shared, her sensei's… baggage and hangups. How her sensei had been hurt before, and the insanity that was Ranma's life prior to moving to Juuban, and how that madness was only a ward away. And even taking all of that into account, Hotaru's feelings never wavered. If anything, she wanted to commit more because her sensei could use some love in his/her life.

"I think so," she finally answered.

Usa hummed quietly again as she turned her head slightly to study her best friend. "That serious? I see."

Hotaru rolled her eyes. "You say that like you don't already know."

"I don't!"

"Liar," Hotaru accused.

"I come from a potential future, not the future. It's not like I'm getting updates or having my memories change to align with a new future. There is no one set timeline. That's something I've had to learn the hard way. The future I came from is gone. I… I might not even exist anymore in this timeline, depending on what mom does. So yeah, I tease and play around, but it's not like I actually know anything one hundred percent for sure anymore."

"Setsuna—"

"Does as the Setsuna do. Which is pointing and laughing when she knows something. She doesn't tell me anything." With a sigh, Usa tilted her head back, resting it on Hotaru's shoulder, before resting her cheek against her friend's. "Did you mean it?"

"Hm?"

"When you said you love me."

Hotaru rolled her eyes, before borrowing a line from sensei. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

"…I love you too."

"I know. You said that already."

"Right. Sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Hotaru said, as she nuzzled her friend and let her hands wander. One playing with Usa's smaller breasts, the other slipping down between her legs, to return the teasing Usa had done earlier.

Usa was quiet for several moments aside from the occasional quiet sigh as Hotaru teased her, before finally asking, "Now that it's all… out in the open, what do we do?"

"What do you mean? I thought that was obvious. I'm going to work on sensei. Tell him about my friends, and one in particular. Then I'll invite you over and introduce the two of you. He already knows about you, a little. I told him I had a friend at school who was also a senshi and may know because of time travel stuff, and he said it was okay to talk to you about him. But there are rules. We can't talk about this in school, at all. We can't act differently towards him in school. We can't be seen with him outside of school in our civilian identities outside of school-related functions or incidental stuff, like meeting at the convenience store or something. If we go over to his home, it has to be in costume and after dark. No one at school can know."

"Makes, ah, sense," Usa nodded. "What about us?"

"Hm?"

"…I mean, are we going to keep doing things like this? Go further? I'm a time traveler, that doesn't mean I have a lot of experience with this stuff Hotaru. You're my first—"

Hotaru turned Usa's head and kissed her lips, silencing her. Her tongue slipped out, flicking at Usa's lips, before slipping inside when the pinkette opened her mouth in surprise. Her lips pulled into a small grin as she licked at Usa's tongue. A moment later, she pulled back, moving her hands off of Usa's pussy and tit at the same time. "I'm not in a rush. We've got forever together, right? Assuming, you know, nothing kills us and your mom can't just rez us again."

"You, that, I," Usa spluttered, before a whine left her throat. "You can't just get me worked up and leave me like this!"

"Yes I can!" Hotaru laughed. "Consider it payback for all that teasing you did earlier and making me tell you before I was ready."

"But, that, arg!" Usa threw a little fit, splashing water around them as she flailed, kicking her legs and slapping the water. "You're awful!"

Hotaru simply giggled, pulling her friend… and more into a hug. "Shh. Take the punishment and I'll reward you later, kay?"

"Mou… fine," Usa pouted. "But if you don't, I may just go all Dark Moon and push you down—"

"Darker and Edgier Moon?"

"…shut up. I thought I looked sexy in that dress and with a few more years."

Hotaru smiled, kissing Usa's ear. "You really did. Maybe you should dress up like that again some time…"

"I can do that," Usa nodded. "So. Tell me what happened. Spare no details!"

Rolling her eyes, Hotaru sighed and resolved herself to telling her friend everything. "Fine. So, I followed sensei from school. It turns out, he has another job."

"Yeah? What's he do?"

"Waitressing."

"…Eh? He's a waiter?"

"Waitress."

"Eh?! Like, he crossdresses or something…?"

"No, like he turns into a girl."

Usa turned around to stare her friend in the eyes. "…You aren't joking. Holy shit, he's a starlight?"

"Something like that. It's a curse. Cold water girl, warm water boy. Before you ask, he's a boy."

"O-oh." Usa hummed, before a grin spread over her face. "Well, well~. This could be interesting~. Tell me more."

Hotaru and Usa went back to school that Monday. In P.E., she did just as she normally did. The other girls, with the exception of Usa did as they usually did as well, trying to get Ranma to touch them, or notice them stretching. Ranma, likewise, was exactly the same as he always was. He treated Hotaru just as he would any other student.

When school ended, Hotaru and Usa rode their bicycles home. When the sun began to go down, Hotaru left via her window as Sailor Saturn and took off across the city, to her sensei's home. She found the balcony door open and Ranma waiting on his couch, filling out his grade book. "You left the door open for me."

Ranma smiled as he looked up from his work, but didn't put it down. "Yeah, I suppose I did."

Saturn stepped inside and dropped her transformation. Strolling across the room, Hotaru sat down beside her sensei and molded herself into his side. Ranma put his arm over her and went back to his work. "Did I do okay today?"

"Hm? Yeah, you always do good in class. I notice your friend Usagi didn't try to get me to feel her up again. So, she's the other senshi you were telling me about?"

"Eh hehe," Hotaru chuckled. "Yeah. Sorry about her. She's, well… she takes after her mom. Who is a massive flirt and boy crazy. So really, she's kind of tame by comparison. It could be worse. She could be like our friend Minako. Minako would have invited you to the equipment shed by now, sensei." She let that sink in a moment before adding, "And I meant, do you think I gave anything away?"

"Oh, that. No, you were fine. Thanks for that."

"Mm," Hotaru nodded. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, but—"

Hotaru leaned up and pecked Ranma on the cheek, then popped up out of her seat. "I'll make you supper."

"You don't have to," Ranma started to protest.

"I know. I want to!" Hotaru countered as she sent him a smile and made her way into the kitchen.

Ranma couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as he stood up and followed, moving his work to the kitchen table. "But can you actually cook? Ak—" he bit off the name. "My last… She couldn't. At all. Worse than burn water. More like summon some sort of hentai tentacle monster with just a pot and a bit of water."

Chuckling, the younger girl shook her head. "I promise not to summon any Great Old Ones in your kitchen, sensei. No, my… mom taught me to cook. Not my birth mother, but one of the women that took me in."

"Because you were a senshi."

"Because I was potentially dangerous. And because there were family issues, I was sickly, and a number of other reasons. I don't really like talking about it, but if you want to know—"

Hotaru was surprised when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her back into a muscular chest. Her sensei's head rested atop hers as he hugged her. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, sensei—"

"Ranma."

Hotaru chuckled. "I know, but I like calling you sensei. I feel a little naughty every time I do," she admitted. "But I can do both… Ranma."

The pigtailed boy gave her a squeeze. "Why don't we go out for food—"

"Nope!" Hotaru denied immediately. Taking his hands, she pulled them away from her and slipped out of his hold, sending him a grin as she went back to pulling out ingredients. "I promised I'd cook for you and I will! Besides, I have my own reasons for wanting to, other than just because I enjoy doing it. I want to show you that I'm better than Tendo Akane in every way—until you forget about her entirely."

"It's not a competition, you know."

"No," she agreed, opening the refrigerator and pulling out meat and tofu. "But I'm going to do it anyway. Because I want to."

Ranma chuckled and gave up trying to convince her otherwise. "Alright, if that's what you want."

"It is!" Hotaru nodded, turning a smile on him briefly as she worked.

"Then I guess I've got no choice."

"That's right. Just sit down and let me take care if you, sensei. You worked hard at school today, you should have someone reward you for all your hard work."

"And this is your way of doing that, huh?"

"Mhmm!"

"Then I guess I'll have to reward you for your hard work too. But won't that mean we're just stuck in a cycle of rewarding each other?"

Hotaru stuck her tongue out at him. "That doesn't sound like a bad situation to be stuck in."

Ranma opened his mouth, only to close it a moment later as he really, actually considered it. The thought of coming home to someone who appreciated everything he did. Who wanted to reward him for doing a good job. Who worked hard to please him… and who he would want to do the same with. Shower with rewards and affection for doing the same to him. It… didn't sound like a bad deal at all. In fact, it was really appealing. Quietly, he admitted, "No, it doesn't sound bad at all."

How am I supposed to fight against that sort of energy? The kind of person who wants to put their all into showing how much they love me? I mean… should I even fight against that? It's, it's nice. It's better than I ever would've had with Akane. We were fighting all the time, even when we were together. Everything always turned into an argument. Sure, the angry sex was… alright, but that's almost all it ever was. I can count the number of times Akane was legitimately affectionate like this without going tsun right after on one hand and have fingers left over.

It was too soon. Too fast. The last thing he wanted to do was rush into a relationship after the disaster that was Akane. And then there was the threat of the Amazons and every other fiancee hanging over his head. He was surprised Ukyo's pet ninja crossdresser Konatsu hadn't found him yet—or if he had, Ukyo hadn't set up shop in Juuban to Ranma's knowledge. Maybe those two finally hooked up and Ukyo gave up on me?

…Nah, that's asking too much. I'm sure they'll drop in eventually. Just like all the rest of my problems. Which reminds me, need to start working on Hotaru.

"Hey, when we're done eating, there's a park nearby. I'm going to start training you."

"That sounds good to me, sensei," Hotaru agreed easily.

It didn't take Hotaru long to cook up enough to feed the two of them, even making extra knowing Ranma's appetite. Ranma was pleasantly surprised to find that, true to her word, Hotaru could cook—quite well, in fact. She wasn't hyper focused on one thing, like Ukyo or Shampoo. It reminds me of Kasumi, actually.

When they finished Ranma and Saturn left, finding a secluded park nearby, and Ranma put her through her paces. As he had suspected, Sailor Saturn was ridiculously magically powerful, even just in what she called her first transformation. Enough to give himself, the ghoul, or the lech a run for their money—which meant that if she went up a level, there would be little real way any of them could actually fight her in terms of sheer power alone.

Skill wise… she wasn't abysmal, but it was definitely not up to Ranma's standards. So, he had her drop her transformation and began working with her in her base form, running her through a series of exercises and katas, both unarmed and for use with a polearm like her glaive (modified/patched together from a few Chinese and Japanese staff fighting katas). She took to it well enough, so he'd have her work on that for a while until he felt she was ready to move on to something more advanced.

Saturn left Ranma as a flushed, sweaty mess of girl. Sadly, not in the fun way, as he had run her ragged in training her. But she was happy. Happy that he was willing to spend the time and effort to make sure she would be safe even without transforming, even if she didn't really need it. But just knowing that he cared enough to want to look after her in the way he knew best… it made her stomach do flips and her heart go all doki-doki.

"Ah, hah, ahn~ Sensei~, I'm, mmf, going to—ahh!"

Ranma chuckled as Hotaru came around him, leaning down and gently biting the back of her neck as she shook and shuddered. "Come for me more, Hotaru," he murmured into the nape of her neck.

"Yeees~" she moaned lewdly, arching her back and thrusting her ass back into him as he slowly fucked her from behind.

Ranma's hands roamed over Hotaru's body as he thrust into the girl, watching as her round little ass shook with every impact of his body against hers, the wet sounds of their lovemaking filling the room. Over her firm, round, muscular little ass. Up to the flare of her hips, beginning to widen as she developed, squeezing her and using his grip on her to pull her body into his just that much harder. Over her lower back, trailing along her spine and over a multitude of pressure points, lighting each one up with a touch here, a press there, and filling and connecting them with his ki in a way that made the girl moan wantonly. Up to her upper back, firmly rubbing the muscles there and easing the little tension there from the weight of her (somewhat small) breasts, applying more ki to pressure points.

He leaned on her, pressing Hotaru's chest into the futon, the girl turning her head to the side and watching him as he pounded away at her, beautiful violet eyes occasionally rolling in their sockets as she came what seemed like every few thrusts, a veritable waterfall of her juices mixed with his sperm leaking out of her tight, bare, puffy little cunt. "Ranma-sensei~. I~ love~ you~ ahn!"

Ranma grunted as her words struck him, his impeccable bodily control slipping as he felt something he hadn't felt since Akane stir. His vision went white and his cock throbbed as he came hard, burying himself in her little cunt and filling her up again.

"Fill! Me! Up! Sensei~!" Hotaru mewled, rolling her ass on his crotch as she came again, a little squirt of grool dribbling out onto the futon below them.

Ranma let out a quiet sigh as his orgasm petered off, slowing his thrusts until eventually he stopped entirely. He wrapped his arms around Hotaru and picked her up, moving her over to the clean futon and laying them both down. He grabbed the damp washcloth prepared ahead of time and cleaned off the runoff from their coupling before setting it aside. Hotaru shifted around, getting comfortable as she relaxed back into her sensei's chest, and Ranma's hands went around her midsection as she quickly fell asleep—still joined at the hip as they were.

Bringing one hand up, he gently stroked Hotaru's hair, petting her as he relaxed and she napped. If one were to observe them, that observer would find a peaceful, contented look on the martial artist's face—something he hadn't worn often, save for those rare times where he had found peace with Akane, and those were few and far between. Internally, however, Ranma was engaged in a battle of a different sort. His feelings were conflicted.

On the one hand, he had said it was too fast. He still felt like it was too fast, far too soon to feel this strongly about her. He wanted to take things slow, not rush headlong into things like an idiot again, and avoid another Akane. He wasn't scared—Saotome Ranma wasn't afraid of anything. He was justifiably cautious about being hurt again. Physical pain was easy to deal with—it was a familiar old companion, after all. Emotional pain, on the other hand… Ranma wasn't aware of any kind of training that could harden the spirit against it.

On the other hand… part of him didn't care if it was too fast or too soon. He liked Hotaru. A lot. She was a genuinely kind and caring young woman. She was fun to spend time with, beyond just sex. She did everything she could to make him happy and wanted nothing in return except for him to return her feelings and do the same. It didn't hurt at all that she was a sexy little thing who wasn't even done growing and would only look better as she grew. She enjoyed sex and intimacy, and she didn't shy away from his girl form—she was just as cuddly and attentive regardless of what he/she looked like. And it was so very hard to turn down her willing and eager affections, regardless of his form, when she wanted to show him how much she cared, physically.

He hated to admit it, but maybe he had (as his college friends would say) 'caught feelings.'

Is that really a bad thing, though?

He couldn't say for sure one way or another. It was… worrying, especially that it was happening faster than he wanted. But at the same time, he felt amazing. He had found himself waking up, eager to start the day and get to school just so he could see Hotaru later. Ranma had kept to his own words about not acting differently in class, but he had found a sudden appreciation for the girls' P.E. uniform of bloomers and a tee-shirt, especially in the way they showed off Hotaru's muscular ass and legs, and the way her shirt clung to her sweaty frame, outlining her small but very perky breasts beneath it. He left the balcony door open and started making tea a few minutes before he knew she would arrive. He changed their schedule so that they could get her training out of the way and have time to talk and fool around like they were now after.

As a student of The Art, Hotaru was amazing. She picked things up quickly and never complained once, no matter what weird training techniques he suggested using on her from his own past. It hadn't been but a few days and already she was showing progress. Most of which was just picking up forms and committing things to muscle memory, but that it showed this fast was unheard of for anyone not named Saotome Ranma. And unlike someone Ranma could name, she put her all into training and genuinely enjoyed it—and didn't just spend all her time breaking bricks.

Nice personality. Good looks. An eager student. Powerful in her own right. Not pushy, jealous, or violent. Actually seemed to like the curse—and he was still wrapping his head around that one; he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, because it actually made him want to use the girl form if only because it made Hotaru happy, which went against his previous decision that anything that stuck him in or made him want to use the girl form was bad and to be avoided.

With a quiet sigh, he brushed the hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed her. "You're making it hard not to fall for you," he griped quietly.

Hotaru shifted slightly, stretching against him like a c—furry hell beast, but in a way that didn't set him off. Sleepily, she giggled quietly. "Good. Fall for me more and more, sensei. Soon, I'll have your heart ensnared and you'll love me forever. All according to my evil plans."

"Brat," he rolled his eyes, before kissing her neck again.

If her 'evil plans' were to keep doing what she was doing… She might just win this one. Whoever said 'whoever falls in love first loses' never met Hotaru.