Conjunction

03

Commissioned by Kyryst.

"Come on, Hotaru! It's driving me nuts!"

Hotaru sighed as she considered Usa. She had been seeing Ranma for a little over a month now and Usa was starting to get impatient about being introduced to their sensei in a more intimate setting.

Maybe I'm being selfish, wanting to keep sensei to myself just a while longer…

But it was her first real relationship and she had wanted to experience it by herself just to see what that was like.

Maybe I'm just being dumb. It's not like I lose anything in introducing Usa to sensei. In fact, it's really a gain…

"Alright," Hotaru agreed.

"Yes!" Usa cheered, pumping her fist. "Tonight?"

"Sure."

"Awesome! Should I bring anything—"

"Hotaru! Usa! Dinner is ready!" Michiru's voice called through the house.

"No, you're fine. Come on," Hotaru shook her head, popping off her bed and heading into the dining room, Usa following.

They took their usual seats, but as they did Hotaru noticed a different air to the room than usual. Michiru (she didn't remember when she stopped thinking of the woman as 'Michiru-mama' or Haruka as 'Haruka-papa,' but at some point she had) looked a bit worried and annoyed. Haruka looked angry. Setsuna looked… curious and perpetually smugly amused, which was pretty much par for the course for the oldest senshi.

"Wow, what's up with you guys?" Usa asked as she sat down and started filling her plate.

"It's nothing," Michiru shook her head.

Haruka snorted. "Yeah. Nothing."

"They're having a spat," Setsuna supplied.

"It's not a spat. It's a disagreement," Michiru clarified.

"It's nothing. She's making a mountain out of a molehill," Haruka denied.

"And you're dismissing my feelings."

"I'm not, you're just being dramatic."

"Case in point," Michiru sighed.

"So! Change of subject!" Usa called, forcing a huge grin before turning to Hotaru. "Hotaru had something she wanted to ask you."

Hotaru sighed, recognizing her friend's attempt to throw her under the bus for what it was, but willing to go along with it if it meant getting her adoptive parents to stop fighting. "I… need some advice. About, uh, girls."

Setsuna sat forward a bit, her interest piqued. Glancing between Hotaru and Usa, she asked, "Oh? What sort of advice?"

Hotaru bit the bullet and came right out and asked, "Do you have any tips on oral sex? Between girls."

Michiru, who had been sipping her tea, choked. Haruka looked between Hotaru and Usa and raised an eyebrow before leering. "So, you two finally decide to just admit it?"

"Something like that," Hotaru shrugged.

Setsuna eyed the pair but said nothing, sipping her tea to hide her smile. Haruka, meanwhile, nodded. "Well, oral is great, but don't feel obligated just because she does it for you. It's not a trade."

Michiru set her tea cup down hard enough to rattle the saucer. "Haruka isn't the best person to ask for advice on performing cunnilingus. In fact, she lacks experience almost entirely."

Haruka frowned, turning to glare at Michiru. "Michiru. Keep our private life out of this."

"I'm just warning them that you aren't qualified to give advice on the subject."

"I told you, it hurts my jaw and I don't like doing it, okay! I think it's gross! There's nothing wrong with that! You've just got this hangup where you think that just because you give it means I should return the favor. It doesn't work like that."

"And yet, you certainly seem to find it in yourself to complain if I don't do it."

"Well, yeah. You've always done it. It's not fair to stop now just because you're mad."

Michiru gave a strained smile. "For future reference girls, it's not nice to be a selfish lover. A good lover is giving, without being demanding. It's okay to ask for things and try new things, but don't make demands. Especially if you're not willing to make concessions. Every relationship is give and take, and even if you don't realize it, you and your lover both are keeping a tally of things you've done for and with each other. The numbers may not be exact, but one day, you may realize that you're doing something that your lover doesn't reciprocate, and when you point it out, it hurts if they don't appreciate what you're doing enough to change or offer something in exchange. You start feeling unappreciated and neglected, or taken advantage of. You can work through this if you talk about things, but only if your partner is mature enough to acknowledge the problem."

"Oh, I'm the immature one? I'm not the one jealous over some stupid waitress."

"You tipped her twenty thousand yen."

"She did a good job!"

"And her tits had nothing to do with it, I'm sure."

"What? She was hot! If you weren't so jealous, we could've invited her back and gotten to know her better!"

"She wasn't interested. She played you to get a better tip. That is literally part of her job."

"Bullshit. And it doesn't hurt to try. Do you know how many naturally redheaded Japanese girls there are? Not many! I wasn't going to pass that up."

Hotaru blinked twice, watching the verbal tennis match between her guardians. "Redheaded waitress?"

The pair stopped their bickering momentarily. Haruka nodded. "Yeah. Short, cute face, curvy," she held a hand up to her own not-insubstantial chest (when she wasn't binding her breasts to pass as a man), "big tits."

Hotaru's lips twitched. Michiru shot Haruka a disgusted look. "Really? That's what you focused on?"

"What? I can't help what I like!"

And the argument started up again. Hotaru finished up her dinner quickly along with Usa before the pair quietly washed off their dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Hotaru was only mildly surprised when Setsuna knocked on her bedroom door as she and Usa were getting ready to leave.

"Come in!"

The door slid open and the eldest senshi slipped inside. "Getting ready to go somewhere, you two?"

"It was getting a bit loud so we figured we'd go make a patrol," Usa shrugged. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so it's not a big deal."

"Mm," Setsuna nodded. "Listen… You shouldn't let those two color your idea of how relationships work. Yes, Haruka is in the wrong here and doesn't want to admit it. And yes, Michiru is correct in saying that relationships can be somewhat transactional in nature, give and take. But it's more than that. And if you're doing it right, you're both giving your all and everyone is happy. You don't have to go looking for something to start an argument over just because you're feeling jealous or insecure, even if it is a legitimate grievance. It's not fair to use something like that as leverage."

Hotaru smiled. "I wouldn't do that, Set-chan. I like what I have right now."

"Yes, but feelings and situations change over time. You may not feel that way now, but something could happen in the future."

Hotaru nodded. "Thank you. I'll remember it."

Setsuna considered the pair for a moment before a smirk pulled at her lips. "You're not going on patrol."

"No," Hotaru confirmed.

Setsuna nodded. "Is he cute? Or is it a she, since you asked for advice? Or perhaps it's two different people."

"They're very attractive. As for whether it's a man or woman…"

"Hotaru says they're a starlight."

"Impossible," Setsuna denied immediately. "I would know if there were any left on Earth. Everyone would know, because there would have to be a breeding population. They're a human-like alien race, not actually humans. So unless one came down in the last few years, which is again, impossible because they were to my knowledge all wiped out…"

"Like a starlight, not actually one. It's someone with a gender changing curse."

"Oh? Very interesting…" With an amused look, she asked, "Maybe you'll introduce me at some point? I can show you lots of techniques, from firsthand experience…"

"Come on, Puu! I haven't even met him yet, don't try to horn in on us yet!" Usa complained. "We don't want the competition!"

"It doesn't have to be a competition. I just want to have some fun. I'm not looking for anything serious."

"Why aren't you trying to convince us not to do anything with him?"

Setsuna shrugged at Hotaru's question. "Your senshi powers will keep you from getting pregnant unless you want to. You have to actually go in and disable the contraception option, or have someone do it for you. Why do you think Minako hasn't gotten knocked up yet? I used my authority to lock her power to make sure it wouldn't happen. They'll also prevent you from catching anything, so there's no danger of STDs. Meaning the only problem is maturity on your part. And if you're seeking it out, I think you're mature enough, given everything we've been through and could potentially face in the future."

"So… go have fun?" Usa asked.

"Go have fun," Setsuna confirmed. A teasing grin pulled at her lips as she added, "And remember girls, sharing is caring."

Usa sent her a deadpan look. "When's the last time you got laid, Puu?"

"Too long. This body actually hasn't been broken in yet. I was saving it for something special. Finishing everything was supposed to be it, but… Well. It never happened. I was hoping to find someone worth popping my new cherry on… Maybe the next best thing to a starlight is it."

Hotaru and Usa shared a look, the pinkette eventually shrugging. "I'm fine with it if you are."

"It's a question of what he's okay with," Hotaru shook her head. "I'll bring it up later."

"I can wait," Setsuna nodded. "Go on, go have fun."

With that, the green haired woman let herself out.

"Alright! Let's go!" Usa cheered, before transforming.

Hotaru rolled her eyes and transformed as well. "Remember. Don't push."

"Right, right, gotcha," Moon waved Saturn off.

With that, the pair slipped out the window and into the night.

Ranma looked up from watching TV as the now familiar sound of Saturn entering through his balcony door registered. He raised an eyebrow when he saw she was followed by another girl in a senshi fuku, this one with pink and yellow accents.

"Good evening, sensei. I hope you don't mind, but I brought a friend."

Ranma considered the two before asking, "Tsukino?"

"Hehe. Just Usa, sensei! Or Usagi. But call me Moon when in costume. Or Chibi Moon if mom, that is Sailor Moon, is around. Otherwise it gets kind of confusing."

"Gotcha," he nodded slowly. "So, she told you…"

"Yep!" Moon nodded. "Saturn said that you had been training her. Got room for another, sensei?"

Ranma considered the girl for a moment before he nodded. "Sure. Just follow the rules."

"Of course," Moon nodded.

With that, Ranma stood up and headed for the balcony. Saturn met him halfway and wrapped him up in a hug. Planting a kiss of his lips, she whispered, "I'm sorry for springing this on you so suddenly."

"Nah, it's fine," Ranma waved her off, even as his hands cupped her ass under her skirt.

With that, he took the pair down to the park. Hotaru, he set to doing the same drills she had the previous day. Usa, he began working with to see where she stood and adjusted his plans from there to bring the two into sync over the next couple of weeks.

When he was finished with them, the two girls were a pair of sweaty, bruised messes. Two transformations later, they were clean and less tired, and the three of them went back to Ranma's apartment. Hotaru pulled Usa into the shower and they quickly got cleaned up and changed into a couple of sets of spare clothes Hotaru had taken to leaving in her sensei's home, before throwing the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

They came back out to find Ranma had made tea and set it out for the three of them. "So," he began, looking up at Usa, "are you gonna stick with it?"

"Yup," Usa agreed. "It'll be good for my figure and I think it'll be fun."

Ranma nodded as Hotaru sat beside him and molded herself into his side. Usa took the other side, but left some space between them. Ranma turned slightly to better face Usa and asked, "What, exactly, is going on here? I get the feeling Hotaru didn't bring you over just to talk."

"Eh hehe," Usa chuckled nervously. "You're right, sensei. Ah, how do I say this…?"

"Plainly," Hotaru smiled. "Sensei, Usa is more than my best friend. We share everything. We promised that one day, we would find a nice man to share together too."

"Ah, crap," Ranma muttered. "If you two are gonna fight over me, take it outside. I'm already gonna lose the deposit, I don't need to get evicted because the neighbors complain about people getting knocked through the walls."

"We aren't going to fight over you, sensei. Ever. We're not like those awful girls in Nerima. We want to share. Usa and I are best friends. We love each other. I love you. I want us to all be happy together. I understand if it's too much, too soon, and it's difficult for you to believe given what happened in Nerima.

"That's why we're not going to push you into anything you're not ready for. But what we are going to do is have Usa around and let you get to know her like you know me. Let you become friends. I want you to see how fun and nice she is, how she can brighten your day just by being here. And then, when you're ready, she can become more than just a friend.

"And we're not going to get jealous of each other." Hotaru paused, before smiling and correcting herself with a quiet laugh, "Well, I can think of a few ways that would be fun. But we aren't going to get jealous to the point of hurting each other's feelings or wanting to fight over it. All I ask is that you give us a chance."

Ranma sighed, bringing a hand up to his forehead. "Is there anything else I should know about?"

Hotaru and Usa exchanged looks. After a moment, Usa explained, "Well… our friend wants us to introduce you. She's another senshi. I'm pretty sure she just wants to have fun, though. And there are four other senshi who aren't seeing anyone and might also want to meet you."

"What if I don't want a," Ranma searched for a word, "a harem? What if I just want one girl?"

Hotaru bit her lip and looked away. "I—"

"Then I'll let Hotaru off the hook on our promise so the two of you can be happy."

"What? But Usa—!"

"Nope! No buts! Sure, it'll hurt a lot for a while, but… I won't keep you from starting a family if that's what you want."

Ranma sighed at that, before reaching out and laying a hand on Usa's thigh. At the same time, he pulled Hotaru in close. "I won't… say no to the possibility, if that's what the two of you want. But there can't be any fighting."

"None!" Usa agreed and Hotaru nodded.

"And we're a team. It's not one of us against the others, or everyone for themselves. It's us against everybody else."

"Of course, sensei. You, and me, and Usa too. We'll support you in everything you do—all we ask is that you do the same for us. All of us, together."

Ranma nodded and leaned back in his seat, unsure how he felt. He trusted Hotaru, and if she said her friend was worth that same trust, he kind of wanted to give it a try. He had few true friends as it was. But any time multiple women had been involved with him, the results had always ended… spectacularly. In the way a fireworks factory explosion is 'spectacular.'

I told her about Nerima. Akane, Ukyo, and Shampoo, plus all the other fiancees. If she says it's not gonna to be like that… then I'll wait and see.

"So," Usa drew the word out, before scooting closer and pressing herself into Ranma's side, "is this okay?"

The boy tensed for just a moment, before Hotaru squeezed his thigh. Ranma nodded. "Yeah."

Hotaru shifted around a bit and reached across Ranma. By some unspoken agreement, Usa did the same, their fingers interlacing and their hands settling over the boy's muscular abdomen.

"Hotaru said you're from the future? Are there like… terminators, laser guns, flying cars, and space ships?"

Usa rolled her eyes at that. "A future, not the future. And no terminators. Lasers, flying cars, and space ships yes. You know those communicator things from Star Trek? Yeah, we should get phones like that in, oh, about ten, fifteen years? Pocket computers. And that's before the rebirth of the Silver Millineum and the integration of magic and technology. Then, it's all teleporters and space ships. I spent most of my time in the palace though, until I snuck into the Time Gates and went to the past. After that, a lot of things happened, and I can't…" Usa bit her lip. "This is home now."

Ranma knew a loss when he heard one, and it sounded like Usa had lost everything she left behind. He squeezed her a little tighter and rubbed her side through the tee-shirt she was borrowing while they waited for their clothes to finish washing.

Hotaru's hand trailed its way up Ranma's back, before her nimble fingers started scratching his scalp around his pigtail and up to the top of his head. With a quiet groan, the boy leaned back in his seat and relaxed, feeling himself go almost limp. Hotaru giggled, leaning forward and looking around Ranma's chest to Usa.

"I think he likes it," the pink haired girl giggled.

"Mhmm. Sensei is very easy to please."

Ranma snorted softly. "Shut up. I'm not the one on a hair trigger."

"Oh~? Tell me more, Ranma-sensei. Gimme blackmail to use against our Hotaru-chan! The most embarrassing stuff you can."

"Eep! No!"

Ranma grinned, his hand moving down and curving around Hotaru to stroke her belly. "Well, she comes real easy. Watch."

"N-no sensei, not in front of—" Ranma applied ki and Hotaru squealed as she was forced to come, "Usa~!"

The pinkette watched with her jaw agape as her best friend writhed, and all Ranma had seemingly done was rub her belly. "No. Way."

"Nn Ranma you meanie," Hotaru whimpered as she slowly got herself under control. Violet eyes narrowed as she looked up at Ranma and the boy sensed the mischievous intent coming off of her. "Sensei moonlights as a waitress, did I tell you that?"

"Yeah," Usa nodded.

"How many redheaded, Japanese waitresses do you think there are in Juuban?"

Usa hummed, before the memory of their dinner conversation clicked. "No way! Sensei is the reason Michiru and Haruka are fighting?!"

"Wait, what?" the boy asked, confusion written on his face.

"I think so. Sensei, did you recently get a twenty thousand yen tip from a blonde woman?"

Ranma hummed in thought before nodding. "Yeah. I was flirting pretty hard with these two college age chicks. I remember they came in in a sports car, so I figured I'd try to squeeze them extra hard for money. Worked pretty well. Though, I almost had to break the blonde's hand when she groped my ass. I don't mind a little grabass from cute girls anymore, but she tried to go for more," Ranma shook his head. "Those two are…?"

"Senshi as well. Also, Hotaru's adoptive parents."

"Oh. Sorry?"

Hotaru rolled her eyes. "It's fine. Apparently it was just the straw that broke the camel's back." Shaking her head, Hotaru went back to scritching her sensei's head. Ranma closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention.

Making eye contact with Usa, Hotaru shifted her eyes towards the light switch and jerked her head that way. Usa nodded and got up, padding across the room and turning off the light. When she returned to the couch, she found Hotaru had slipped her now free hand up inside their sensei's shirt and was gently rubbing his chest and stomach. Grinning, Usa returned to her seat, molding herself into Ranma's side, and slipped her own hand under the boy's shirt.

Ranma flinched, feeling the difference in their hands, Hotaru's longer fingers and cooler hand versus Usa's smaller fingers but much warmer hand. He opened his eyes and looked down, to find Usa grinning up at him impishly. Hotaru leaned up and kissed Ranma's ear. "If you're uncomfortable or it's too much, just tell us to stop sensei. We won't ask for more than you're comfortable giving. Promise."

Ranma made a quiet sound of discontent in his throat before leaning back and closing his eyes again. "I suppose she helped you save the world?"

"That's right," Hotaru agreed.

He cracked an eye open and met Usa's pink gaze. "You probably don't hear it enough either, so thanks."

"Hehe. Sensei thanked me," she rubbed herself against his side.

"And you could still die tomorrow."

"Mhmm. It's happened before," Hotaru confirmed.

"Mom can rez us, and so can Hotaru… I think I could too. But if we're gone, that's it. And who knows, we could be staring down an alien invasion or something this time next week. We could die, you could die, everyone could die. Weirder things have happened."

Ranma nodded, saying nothing. There really was nothing to say.

He could argue against it, put his foot down and send them home… but what would be the point in that? He was already risking his job and career with Hotaru. Realistically, it wasn't any riskier if something also happened with Usa.

Sure, he wasn't really emotionally ready to commit to anything, but… they weren't pushing him to commit right now. Oh, Hotaru was certainly doing her absolute best to worm her way through the chinks in his armor, but she was open and honest about her intentions the whole way. Usa didn't see him the way Hotaru did, but he could tell the two were close and she wanted to try getting closer to him as well.

But… the ancient Chinese symbol for trouble was two women under one roof. He had seen well more than his fair share of women who couldn't get along and caused problems. To be fair, he had been the root cause of many of those problems and his mouth had gotten him in a lot of trouble…

Hotaru's hand worked at the string holding his pants together, before starting to pull them down. By now, it was pretty much reflex to lift his hips and let her get his dick out. Ranma followed his muscle memory and did just that.

"Wow," Usa quietly breathed at the sight of him.

Ranma opened his mouth to tell Hotaru to stop, that it was too fast…

Usa beat him to the punch. Her head descended as her small hands wrapped around his shaft. Then, her lips pressed against the head of his cock as she kissed him. Her small, pink tongue snaked out and licked the head of his cock, and Ranma's protest turned into a groan and died before he could speak it.

Hotaru chuckled, leaning up and kissing her sensei, her tongue darting out and exploring his mouth as she pulled her hand away from his chest, before bringing it down to rest on top of Usa's head. Smirking against Ranma's lips, she tilted her head just enough to see her friend, before pushing down.

"Mmf," Usa let out a quiet sound as Hotaru forced her to take Ranma's cock in her mouth. Her pretty, pink bow lips stretched wide around his shaft as she went down, down, down until he hit the back of her throat. Hotaru held her there for just a moment, before curling her fingers in Usa's hair and pulling her back up. And just like that, Hotaru guided her best friend into a rhythm to blow her sensei.

Pulling away from Ranma's lips, Hotaru turned her focus to Usa. She noticed Ranma's blue eyes were following her friend with a singular focus and chuckled quietly. "He likes it Usa-chan," Hotaru told her friend, stroking her head a bit as she bobbed up and down on Ranma's dick. "But you have to do more. Suck and lick on it."

"Mmf mss?" Usa asked around a mouthful of meat, before positively lewd slurping and sucking sounds left her mouth as she did exactly as Hotaru instructed.

Ranma groaned quietly and his own hand joined Hotaru's atop Usa's head, carding through her hair as she worked him over, while his free hand slipped under the tee-shirt Hotaru wore and sought out the juncture of her thighs. His fingers found her folds and began to dance over them in the way he knew she loved, a finger kata he had perfected to turn the teen into a mewling, squirming, panting mess within minutes.

"Ah! Tha-that's Usa-chan, just like, mmf that~. Reach down and, mm, play with his balls," Hotaru encouraged her friend as Ranma swiftly brought her towards an orgasm.

"Mhmm," Usa agreed, before doing just that.

Hotaru buried her face in Ranma's neck, kissing, licking, and occasionally nipping at his flesh as she panted, growing ever closer to the edge. They played like that for a time, Usa bobbing up and down on Ranma's shaft at his and Hotaru's direction while Ranma stroked Hotaru's cunt, his fingers circling her clit and teasing her channel.

"Ranma~," Hotaru mewled as she felt herself getting closer.

"About to come, Hotaru. Hold out just a little longer," Ranma grunted as he felt his balls starting to tingle and his cock began to throb.

"I'll try, sensei~. Come with me~"

And then, Usa did something unexpected. Lifting herself up a bit too change the angle of her bobbing, she forced her head down on Ranma's cock until it hit the back of her throat… and then she started swallowing. Reaching up with her free hand, she laid it on top of Hotaru's hand and pushed down. Getting the idea, that Usa couldn't make herself go any further and needed help, Hotaru clenched Usa's hair tightly in her hand, then forced the pink haired girl's head down.

Ranma groaned, his body twitching as Usa's head was forced down, his cock popping into her throat. Usa swallowed, and with every swallow, Hotaru forced her down just a little more. Until finally, her nose was buried in Ranma's pubes as she sat and swallowed around his cock, making the occasional "gluck" gagging sound.

"Hotaru, Usagi, gonna come," Ranma warned.

Usa simply nodded, continuing to swallow as she clenched Hotaru's hand on her head, keeping herself held firmly down.

Hotaru's hips bucked as she began to convulse in orgasm. "Sensei! Ranma~! Com~iiing~!"

Ranma's cock throbbed in her throat and Usa felt his thick, hot sperm filling her belly as he came, and came, and came. Until finally, the flood of spunk stopped and Ranma just twitched in her throat. She swallowed a couple more times to be sure, then pulled up on Hotaru's hand. Hotaru let go and Usa pulled herself off of Ranma. Her lips sealed around his cock tightly as soon as he was out of her throat and she made sure to suck and lick every drop out of him as she slowly pulled off.

Finally, she popped off with a satisfied gasp. Her throat was a little raw and her eyes were teary, but she felt fine otherwise. "Mm. Thank you for the meal, sensei," she purred, her voice coming out a little differently from how it usually sounded. It almost reminded her of her Dark Lady, aka 'Darker and Edgier Moon' transformation. The thought of showing that to sensei sent a thrill of excitement through her…

Ranma recovered his breath quickly and looked down on Hotaru, who was likewise recovering. "She always like this?"

"Kind of a brat? Yeah," Hotaru agreed.

"Hey!"

"It's part of her charm," she added with a smile.

"That's right! Now, there's something I wanna try." With a little twirl and a light show, Usa was replaced by Chibi Moon. "Ta da~. Let's do it in our fukus!"

Ranma considered it. He gave genuine thought to turning her down, asking her to leave.

For all of a second.

Standing up, he tucked Hotaru under one arm and picked up Moon under the other before carrying them both to the bedroom, Hotaru with a squeak, Moon with a squealing laugh. Dropping Hotaru gently on the futon, he tossed Moon down next to her. A flash of light later, Hotaru was replaced by Saturn and she quickly pulled off her own panties. Moon rolled over, flipped up her skirt, and pulled her pink panties down. Her top emphasized her small but perky tits and her nipples were painfully hard and showing through it. Her fat, hairless pussy was a soaking mess, evidence of her arousal running down her thighs.

Reaching back, Moon grabbed the skin just outside her hairless lips with one hand and pulled herself open, exposing her bright pink cunt to Ranma's eyes, before letting go—the flesh of her lips snapping back into place with an elasticity that was strangely arousing and made Ranma's mouth water. Looking back over her shoulder, the girl sent him a knowing look. "See something you like, sensei?"

Ranma kicked off his drawstring pants and boxers, followed by his red top. His cock stood tall and proud and he smirked at the way Moon's eyes tracked it as it swayed when he approached. "Yeah. I think I do."

"Oh no~. It appears Sailor Chibi Moon has bitten off more than she can chew. Whatever shall she do? Find out in today's episode…"

Moon laughed, turning a glare on her best friend. "You shut up! I chewed it just fine, earlier."

Moon stilled as one of Ranma's hands settled on her smooth, firm little ass. She gulped as he took his cock in hand and ran it up and down her soaked slit, getting the head wet. The pinkette tensed under his hand and he paused. Saturn got up on her knees, settling beside Moon and providing Ranma with a view of her own ass, shifting back and forth enticingly. Leaning over, she ran her tongue over Moon's ear, drawing a shudder from the smaller girl. "Just relax. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."

Moon nodded and did as Saturn suggested. Deep breath in, exhale—

Ranma's cock pressed against her lips as Saturn grabbed Moon's shoulder and pushed her back into him. The head of his cock popped past her deliciously tight, fat lips and Ranma did the rest as he sank all the way in.

Moon's exhale turned into a deep moan as her arms shuddered, before going limp and setting her face fall into the futon. "Oooh fuck. Tha's big~," she murmured, her voice a bit hard to make out with her face pressed into the bedding.

"Mm. I know," Saturn smiled at her friend, before turning to look back at her sensei. "Show her what you can do, sensei~."

Reaching out with one hand, Ranma began rubbing Saturn's ass and lower back, dancing over her pressure points and getting her primed—all while he did the same with the hand on Moon. When he was ready, he teased Saturn's cunt open and slid a couple of fingers inside her, as deep as he could get them. Then, he started circulating ki through both his cock and his fingers. The results were immediate as Saturn mewled and Moon wailed at the sudden, swiftly building pleasure. Within a minute, Saturn was shuddering, her pussy leaking a trail of grool around Ranma's fingers as she came. Just seconds after that, Moon screamed into the pillow as she shook, a gush of juices dripping out from around where she and Ranma were joined.

Then, he started to actually fuck them. Pulling himself almost entirely out of their bodies, Ranma expertly matched his pace with the two as he began to thrust his cock into Moon and his fingers into Saturn. A smile pulled at his lips as he listened to their responses. He built them up, carefully paying attention to the sounds they made, their breathing, the way their bodies tightened around his own, and more. Until eventually, the pair came together—Moon with a moaning wail into the futon, Saturn with a squeal into a pillow.

Moon's hips gave out after the third orgasm and Ranma got creative. Laying Saturn out on her back, he smacked her thigh and Moon's ass to get their attention. "Drop the transformations," he instructed. Saturn shimmered back into Hotaru and, a moment later, Moon shimmered back into Usa, still wrapped around his cock. He picked the smaller girl up, pulling her off his cock and laying her out on top of Hotaru. The two quickly stripped out of their tee-shirts, leaving them nude, their chests pressed together in a way that caused Ranma's cock to throb.

"You two are going to be sharing, right? Why don't you kiss and—"

He didn't get any further before Usa wrapped her arms around Hotaru's neck and kissed her friend, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths as the girls moaned lewdly. Breaking the kiss after just a moment, Hotaru reached up and grabbed Usa's round little ass, lifting it into position for Ranma as the pair stared into each other's eyes. "I want to watch you make love to her, Ranma," Hotaru smiled up at Usa.

"I've got a better idea," Ranma chuckled. Lining up with Usa, he slid back into the girl, his hands running over her body as he began priming other pressure points and lighting her body up with ki, even as he slowly thrust into her. Then, once again, he filled her womb with ki from his cock. Usa moaned into Hotaru's mouth, her loud cries swallowed up happily by the dark haired girl.

A moment later, Ranma pulled out of Usa's fat little cunt and into Hotaru's equally tight pussy, drawing a whimper from the girl. He slowly pumped her full of his ki, giving her more and more with each thrust, until she was squirming and writhing beneath Usa, her pussy clenching around his own in orgasm.

Then, he pulled out and slid back into Usa. This time, Hotaru attacked the pink haired girl. Her hands found Usa's small tits and all but mauled them—pulling and squeezing at her nipples. Her legs wrapped around Usa's hips and she pulled herself up, grinding as much of her cunt against Usa's own as she could with Ranma thrusting into the smaller girl, her slightly larger clit finding Usa's occasionally and drawing twitches and shudders from both of them. She broke their kiss and sought out Usa's neck, kissing and licking at the delicate flesh there and drawing little sounds of pleasure from the pinkette.

Usa was not idle, as she mimicked what Hotaru was doing to her. Her hands played with Hotaru's larger breasts, squeezing them hard enough to leave red marks. She rolled her hips back into Ranma's thrusts, trying to grind herself into both him and Hotaru. She attacked Hotaru's neck, sucking and biting, trying to leave hickeys that would be visible tomorrow if she had anything to say about it.

"Ahn~! Sensei, Hotaru-chan, mmf more! Play with Usa more! Make me come more~!" the pink haired girl moaned into the crook of Hotaru's neck, before her body locked up and she squealed again.

Hotaru's arms went around Usa, lovingly stroking her back as Ranma picked up his pace inside. "Shh, good girl Usagi. Good girl," she murmured.

"Mmf you know I ah, I love it when you say my, my name!" Usa managed to get out as Ranma's hips hammered her own hard enough to echo in the room.

Hotaru's lips found Usa's ear, her violet eyes staring up into Ranma's blue eyes with a look of love and adoration. "Ranma's getting close, Usagi-chan. It's not fair that you get to come lots and lots and he doesn't. Don't you want to make him feel good too?"

"I do~" Usa moaned.

"I know you do," Hotaru nodded, kissing her friend's ear as she ran her hands up and down her back. "I want you to come for me, Usagi-chan. Come around Ranma's cock and let him fill you up."

"Mmf! Almost there Hotaru-chan~! Almost… ahn~!"

"That's it, come for me, Usagi-chan," Hotaru purred into Usa's ear as the girl went off, before turning her head a bit and fixing Ranma with a loving smile. "Come for us, Ranma-sensei." She reached down and lightly slapped Usa's ass, drawing a squeak from the girl. "Fill our Usagi-chan up."

That was all Ranma could take and he reached out and grabbed Hotaru's hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he used his other hand on Usa's hip to pull her into him harder, his cock hitting her cervix and pressing slightly into it as he bottomed himself out and came with a growl. Hotaru giggled as she watched her lovers both come. "That's it, come for me~."

Usa collapsed on top of Hotaru as her body gave out, not used to this sort of activity—let alone the repeated, back to back, mind-blowing orgasms Ranma was giving her. Hotaru's free hand came up and she gently stroked her friend's hair, pulling it loose from the egg-shaped odongo-tama she kept it in. Ranma squeezed her other hand, the boy meeting her eyes, and she felt her heart skip a beat at the look she saw there.

"You're next," he promised. Or threatened. Hotaru wasn't sure which, but she would happily find out.

Kissing Usa's lips gently, she eased the smaller girl off of her before inverting their positions, straddling Usa and starting to kiss and fondle her friend as she wagged her ass enticingly. "Do your best, sensei~"

Ranma smacked her ass. "I would, but you both have school tomorrow and I have to work. So this is going to be it for tonight," he said, sliding home in Hotaru with a quiet sigh from both of them, her body perfectly conforming to him now. "Come over tomorrow and I'll do my best."

"Fufu. Very well, sensei~," Hotaru murmured, before returning to her assault on Usa below her.

Usa's pink eyes watched as Ranma fucked her best friend silly, immediately taking up a hard and fast pace that left divots in the shape of Hotaru's knees in the floorboards. She watched as Hotaru's tits shook back and forth on her chest, her hands coming up and fondling them, squeezing and rubbing them and smirking at the way Hotaru reacted to her. She stretched her legs out, wrapping around Ranma's thighs and squeezing with his every thrust, spurring him on to fuck her friend harder and faster.

"Sensei~," Usa purred up at Ranma, meeting his eyes over Hotaru's shoulder with an impish grin. "Show me her ahegao face."

"Heh. I can do you one better. Wanna see her squirt?"

Usa's eyes lit up with glee and she nodded. "Do it!"

"No, sensei~! Not, not in front of Usagiiii~!" Hotaru's plea trailed off into a scream as Ranma poured ki into her body and she was forced to come hard, and keep coming every time he thrust into her, as his ki came and went in waves with every thrust. After only a minute of this, Hotaru's eyes teared up and she shook her head, hair flying back and forth as she wailed, before a spray of liquid from her pussy doused Usa's belly. "Not agaaaaiiin~," she moaned pitifully, hiccuping as she cried, burying her burning red face in Usa's shoulder. At the same time, she felt her sensei's thick, hot sperm fill her womb and shuddered at the sensation.

"Shh, shh. There, there," Usa comforted her friend, stroking Hotaru's back and head just as lovingly as Hotaru had done for her. "I like watching you lose control and go crazy. I think it's sexy."

"Usagi and sensei are bullies," Hotaru whimpered, sulking as she pouted… even as she gently rocked her hips back and forth.

"But Hotaru is for bulli," Usa giggled.

"No~" Hotaru shook her head.

"It's very cute," Ranma laughed quietly as he rubbed Hotaru's back and Usa's thigh. "I should do it more."

"Don't."

"I think I will."

"Do it sensei," Usa agreed.

"Meanies~"

"Ugh, I need a nap. And a shower," Usa sighed as she kissed Hotaru's cheek and pushed the girl off of her. "I didn't think it would be this hot, either. I'm covered in sweat."

"Sex is messy," Ranma shrugged. "Messy, but fun."

Reaching down, he gathered Hotaru up into a princess carry and offered Usa a hand up. "Come on, let's go get you two cleaned up so you can head home, before your guardians start to worry."

Usa raised an eyebrow as they headed into the bathroom. "So, does this mean I get to see sensei's female form?"

"I guess," Ranma rolled his eyes, setting Hotaru down on the stool. Turning on the water, he sprayed himself first, going from tall and handsome hunk of twenty-something man to short and curvy, beautiful redheaded woman.

"That… that is so not fair!" Usa whined, looking over Ranma's female form.

"I know, right?" Hotaru sighed as she picked up the soap. A smile pulled her lips up as she lathered her front up, then passed Usa the soap. "Usa, remember what we talked about in the bath?"

"Huh?" she asked. It took Hotaru looking down at the soap suds covering Usa's small breasts then shifting over to Ranma before she got it. "Oooh! Right! C'mere sensei~!"

"Eep!" Ranma -yelped- let out a masculine (feminine) sound of surprise as Usa and Hotaru both glomped onto her and began rubbing their bodies all over the redhead. Small hands wandered her body, feeling up her breasts, tweaking her nipples, fingers slipping between her folds, teasing her clit, one particularly naughty girl who would definitely get a spanking later! even going so far as to circle her ass with a soapy finger.

"Ack! I give up, stop, stop!"

"Mmm… no," Hotaru denied. "Get her."

"Mwahahaha~!" Usa cackled as they bore their sensei to the ground and proceeded to try to tease her to orgasm.

Ranma was entirely conflicted about this.

On the one hand, three hot girls doing lewd things to each other.

On the other hand, one of those hot girls was -him- her.

In the end, she couldn't find it in herself to push the two off and was forced to endure the torture of Hotaru and Usa taking turns fingering her, groping her tits, rubbing their bodies on her, and eating her out before they finally made it to the bath tub and the relative safety of Ranma's male form in the hot water.

"I can definitely see why Setsuna wanted in on this," Usa sighed as she leaned back into Hotaru's chest, using her breasts as pillows.

"Mhmm," Hotaru nodded, shifting around and getting comfortable pressed against Ranma's hard, masculine chest—after opening her legs and easing his hard cock up into the gap between her thighs, his length hot against the outside of her slit.

"I should probably be afraid of whoever this Setsuna chick is, huh?"

""Definitely,"" came their answer as one.

"Well, can't be any worse than the Setsuna teaching at our school."

The pair blinked, Usa looking over her shoulder at Hotaru. "You think…?"

"I thought she taught at your mom's school."

"Yeah, but they graduated last year…"

"What're you two talkin' about?"

Hotaru sighed and tilted her head back, pressing her cheek against Ranma's. "Tall woman? Very tan. Green hair?"

"Kind of a know-it-all and really smug?" Usa added.

Ranma nodded. "Sounds about right, yeah."

"Yep, that's her," the pinkette sighed.

Hotaru hummed quietly before a wicked smile crossed her lips. "But Usa-chan, don't you see? This means we have a perfectly legitimate reason for sensei to visit us at home outside of school hours, or speak to us during school hours."

"Eh?" the other girl asked, before realization dawned. "Oooh! Home visit?"

"Home visit~!" Hotaru cheered.

"And it'll drive your moms nuts if we can find some way to include girl Ranma!"

"I always called her 'Ranko,'" Ranma admitted. "Usually said the girl form was my sister to anyone who didn't already know about the curse."

"…That could work," Hotaru nodded.

Usa chuckled darkly, rubbing her hands together. "Let the trolling commence~."