Conjunction

17

Commissioned by Kenainath.

"You're back late—oh!" Michiru cut herself off as Setsuna came through the door, being carried by Ranma. Not a princess carry or piggyback. No, Setsuna was currently wrapped around Ranma's front, one of the man's hands cupping her ass to hold her weight as he used the other hand to close and lock the door. The eldest senshi's arms and legs were wrapped firmly around the man holding her up as she explored his mouth with her tongue.

Setsuna broke her kiss with Ranma long enough to send Michiru a grin. "If you cock block me I'm going to spend the next ten years making your life miserable in petty ways."

A shiver ran down Michiru's spine and the aqua-haired senshi shook her head. "No, no. I would never dream of it. I'll just… head back to my room for the night."

"Uh huh. You go do that," Setsuna murmured, turning her attention back to Ranma. "We can fool around together later. I want some 'me time' first."

Michiru rolled her eyes and waved them off, turning off the television as she followed them towards her own bedroom. "Sure," reaching out, she laid a hand on Ranma's shoulder and leaned in, kissing him on the lips when he turned her way. "Have fun~."

"Night, Michiru," Ranma sent her a grin as the woman patted him on the ass and made her way towards her bedroom. Turning his attention to Setsuna, he carried her the last few steps to her bedroom.

Opening the door, Ranma briefly glanced around long enough to find the bed in the dark before closing the door. What he did see showed a neat, mostly empty room. A large, Western style bed against the far wall. A desk off to the left of the door. A dresser at the foot of the bed. And that was as far as he cared to bother looking into it as he turned around and pressed Setsuna into the wall.

"I thought we were, mmf, going to bed, ahn~" she mewled as Ranma attacked her neck with his mouth, one of his hands sliding under her skirt while the other went under her blouse. Setsuna gasped as his hands left her hot, sending tingles shooting through her body and making her acutely aware of the deep, aching emptiness inside her body and the need to fill it with his cock.

"In a minute," Ranma murmured against the skin of Setsuna's neck, sucking and nipping at her as he continued what he'd been doing since they left the Cat Cafe and Setsuna suggested they visit her favorite beer garden. Over the course of the evening, he had slowly teased Setsuna, working her up with the occasional touch here and there, and she had loved every minute of it. Until finally, she had reached a breaking point and dragged Ranma into an alley, before teleporting them both onto the street outside her home.

"Stop teasing already," the green haired senshi whined, her nails digging into Ranma's back and having difficulty doing more than leaving indents as her eyes rolled in her head. "If you keep going, I'll come—"

"I know." Ranma's chuckle told her that was the plan all along and Setsuna made a frustrated sound as he had his way with her.

Certainly she'd had lovers in the past. Her duty, the many millennia long watch over the Earth spent waiting for the revival of the senshi, hadn't required her to be celibate. She had been with men of all stripes, within those that fit her tastes. She had been with more than one who could be described as forceful or dominant, but the fact was that even without her transformation she was stronger than any of them. So having someone who could match, even surpass her like this, was a novel experience. She'd never been handled like Ranma was and had it be completely authentic—no pretending on her part and letting her lover lead.

Thoughts of other men (and women) were blown from her mind as she felt Ranma's fingers touch a series of pressure points along her back, the energy of his ki spreading through her body, and the way her body reacted. It was all very enlightening, learning how he drove the others wild the way he did through firsthand experience. She felt the orgasm coming on as the ki passed through her body, lighting up certain nerve clusters in a specific sequence. A quiet breath left her lips as Setsuna braced for it… and then her body reacted, and it was like watching fireworks explode behind her eyes and through her body as she came, entirely outside of her control—and all without him having so much as touched any of the fun bits.

Setsuna was dimly aware as Ranma pulled her off of the wall and walked her over to the bed, laying her down. She recovered quickly however and reached up, grabbing at his clothes and trying to get his top over his head. Ranma helped her and for just a moment, she allowed her eyes to take in his athletic form in the moonlight coming in through her bedroom window.

Saying he was 'eye candy' was an understatement. Larger men were fine, but Setsuna found herself appreciating the fact that he was actually a hair shorter than her—and while he would eventually finish growing to be either her height or just a couple of centimeters taller, he wasn't so big that he would crush her. Having the comforting weight of a lover press her down into the bed was nice, being suffocated wasn't.

Her hands reached out and touched his body as Ranma went to work at the buttons of Setsuna's blouse. Everywhere she touched was warm skin over hard, lean muscle. Her fingers traced over the visible scars on his body, occasionally coming across one that was older and much less visible, but still stood out against the rest of his skin—most of these scars long, thin lines, usually in groups of two to four.

Ranma got Setsuna's shirt open and paused to take her form in, and the woman below him smiled. Reaching down, she undid her skirt's zipper and pulled it off, flinging it off the bed, leaving her laying there in a dark green set of matching lace bra and panties. Spreading her arms, Setsuna let Ranma look, enjoying the way his blue eyes drank her form in. It was always nice to be appreciated and see her efforts pay off.

She watched his face, committing to memory the first time the man who would be her husband laid eyes upon her—how he enjoyed her body. The way his eyes played over her, taking in the curves of her breasts, waist, hips, and thighs. How his cock visibly strained against his pants. His breath catching in his throat for just a moment. They all made her heart race and fed that deep psychological need every woman has to be needed, to be seen and appreciated for her beauty. If she wasn't chomping at the bit to go already, she would be just from the way he was looking at her.

"There are some advantages to being older than the girls," Setsuna murmured, smug amusement dancing in her eyes as Ranma's hands slid over her skin. She could have come back the same physical age as the inner senshi after her last death and resurrection, but Setsuna had chosen instead to keep her more mature look. Her form was statuesque—taller and more filled out than any of the other girls; the body of a grown woman in her prime, who knew how to tastefully show off and make the most of what she had.

Setsuna's skin was a warm tan at the moment—a result of some time spent on the beach to herself, to relax away from the girls. She knew that it would fade and go back to an equally delicious pale eventually, but at the moment she was enjoying the darker look. The contrast between Ranma's own light tan and her own, closer to 'Okinawan' skin tone was nice to look at.

She shifted, showing off the way her muscles pulled and moved, her body athletic but still womanly—with just the right amount of fat to leave her pleasingly soft to the touch and enough muscle to be fit without crossing the line into mannish. She lifted one leg, bringing it up to rest against Ranma's ass, and in so doing showed off her muscular calves and thighs. One of his hands trailed down and landed on the thigh in question, squeezing her leg and Setsuna's grin grew wider.

"You're over dressed," she pointed out, moving her foot on his pants for emphasis. "So am I, for that matter."

She resisted the urge to laugh when Ranma moved and he was suddenly nude, his pants and boxers flying through the air behind him to smack against her bedroom door as they were discarded. Her eyes ran over his lower body, finding him to be very pleasing to the eye. Well-equipped but not too much so. And for some reason, his hair was neatly trimmed—if she had to guess, it was kept that way because of his female transformation's bikini line.

His hands found her bra and, instead of undoing it or pulling it down under her breasts, he gave a single tug and the fabric pulled apart down the middle like paper, setting Setsuna's breasts free—exposing firm, round, tan globes capped with slightly darker brown nipples. Setsuna was happy to say that of all the senshi, hers were the largest—with Makoto a close second.

Setsuna gasped at the act, arching her back and offering her breasts to Ranma. Part of her kind of wanted to complain that bras weren't cheap and it was really hard to find them in her size in Japan so she had to teleport to Europe to get them any time she needed new ones, but that part of her brain was promptly smothered into the metaphorical pillow by the much deeper part of her brain that thought it was hot as fuck and wanted him to keep going—wanted him to tear her panties off already and fuck her into the bed. Make her make stupid faces and silly monkey noises as his cock shut her brain off and left her thinking with her cunt. Left her walking bow legged and leaking for a week, so that everyone would know what he had done—not with her, but to her. Like she didn't have a choice in the matter and was just another woman, overpowered by a stronger man—

Setsuna was pulled from her thoughts as Ranma kissed her collar, his mouth moving quickly down her body. He paused at her breasts long enough to kiss and suck each of her nipples, his tongue running over them just long enough to get them hard enough to cut diamonds, before moving on. Setsuna squirmed when Ranma's tongue ran over her abs and into her belly button, and he paused.

"Ticklish?" his voice was teasing.

"Yes," she admitted, looking down at him over the swell of her breasts. "Use that knowledge however you see fit~."

Chuckling, Ranma kissed her abdomen and moved further down. "Someone got a fetish?"

"I have most of them."

"Yeah? We'll have to find out which ones later…"

"Please do," she practically purred as Ranma stopped at her panties. "And just what do you intend to do there, hm?"

She wasn't opposed to the idea of him going down on her—not at all. But at the moment, what she wanted was that thick, hard, throbbing cock buried inside her. Fooling around and oral attention could wait. She'd waited years for this and she didn't want to be denied another second—

Ranma's teeth found Setsuna's panties and he pulled, ripping them off much the same way he had her bra. Her breath hitched in her throat as his eyes ran over her bare lower body. She knew she had to be absolutely soaked and glistening in the low light by now.

Seeming to sense that she was ready for the main event, Ranma grabbed her by the hips, pulling Setsuna to the edge of the bed. She bit her lip, watching as he took his cock in hand and ran it up and down her slit, feeling the way it caught against her body before her own lubrication coated it enough that it began to slip and slide easily over her. Then, to her immense disappointment, he grabbed both of her hips and pulled them tightly together, putting them both over one of his shoulders, trapping his cock between her soaked pussy and her thighs—where he then began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, drawing his cock along Setsuna's outer lips but never penetrating them.

"Ahh~ stop teasing and just fuck me already!" she moaned out as Ranma's cock ground against her lips and clit in a way that made her hips jerk and only made the ache inside of her stronger.

"Mm, I dunno," Ranma drawled, grinning down at her, his eyes unable to decide if they wanted to watch Setsuna's pathetic begging face or follow the way her tits bounced on her chest. Both were equally enticing for him at this point. "Usagi did want me to punish you a bit when we finally did go at it, for all the trouble you've given her over the years…"

"Oh no~, not the consequences of my own actions~" Setsuna laughed. "Hahahaaa~! That brat! I'm gonna strangle her!" Setsuna jumped as Ranma ran ki through his dick and into her body where it touched her. "Nn!"

His voice turned teasing as he ran his cock over her, little jolts of ki running between their bodies like static making Setsuna's body tremble and her breath come in shallow pants. "Or maybe I just like seeing you frustrated."

Finally, something snapped inside the Senshi of Time. Red eyes opened, glowing with an inner light of magic, and stared into blue as she reached up and grabbed Ranma's wrists with enough force to crush bone if it were a normal human—with Ranma, he'd probably be bruised tomorrow. "If you don't put that thing inside me and rearrange my guts right now, I'm going to transform, push you down, and rape you until you can't get it up any more. Then I'm going to heal you and keep going."

Never one to back down from a challenge, Ranma leered down at Setsuna as he reversed her grip on his wrists, grabbing her own in turn with just as much force as she had used. That only seemed to turn her on more as she tried to pull her hands away and found they were locked in place. "That sounds like a challenge to me."

"It wasn't a challenge, it was a threat," Setsuna warned, wiggling her ass against Ranma and trying, and failing, to line him up to get him inside her. "One."

Ranma snorted. Flipping Setsuna over faster than she could react, he hit a series of pressure points on her back, then smacked her in the middle of the back with his open palm. Reaching for the well of magic inside him that fueled his former curse—which Usagi had unintentionally expanded when she had cured said curse—he dumped it into the green haired woman below him in a very specific pattern. It was one he had only seen once, but he had been close enough to feel it go off and that was good enough for him to reproduce it.
"Go ahead. Give it a try."

Setsuna was silent for a moment as he felt her tense below him. Then she made a quiet "Nn" as her body tensed, a constipated look crossing her face briefly. Sighing, she grumbled. "Pluto Planet Power, Make Up." When nothing happened, she frowned and one red eye met Ranma's gaze. "Oh, you jerk. Really? Am I going to have to go to Usagi to get her to fix this?"

"Nah," Ranma shook his head. "Shouldn't last long. I didn't cut it off, just kind of put a wedge between you and whatever that mana tap is. Should wear off in a few hours."

Setsuna sighed in relief, before a thought occurred. A sly grin spread across her lips. "So until then, I'm completely at your mercy, aren't I?"

Ranma chuckled and slapped her ass, earning a quiet gasp from Setsuna. "Yep."

Pulling back, he lined himself up and slid inside the eldest senshi with enough force to rock the bed, earning a grunt as he hilted himself fully and knocked the air out of her. "Oooh fuuuck~ that's what I needed," Setsuna moaned into the blanket.

Ranma's hands ran over Setsuna's muscular ass, squeezing and kneading it as he gave her a few moments to adjust as her body trembled around him, her pussy clenching and squeezing around the intruder as though unsure whether her body should try to pull him in deeper or force him out. When he felt her slowly start to relax, he worked his hands up—one to her lower back and the other around the front just over her womb—going after pressure points to complete what he had started earlier. When he felt she was ready, Ranma eased back and slid forward, filling her with his ki.

Setsuna's eyes rolled in her head and she found herself drooling within the first few thrusts as she felt her body responding again, completely under Ranma's control—she was just along for the ride at this point. The magic within her likewise responded to Ranma, pushing back and filling him, before withdrawing as his ki filled her again and their energies began to mix.

Setsuna had never felt anything like it before. It was at once simple and yet the most intimate thing she had ever experienced—like having her soul touched and touching his in turn. She didn't know exactly what it was they were doing, but she wanted to keep doing it—and never wanted to stop.

Part of her mind was fully aware when she came the first time, Ranma's hand grabbing her by the hair and forcing her face into the blanket to muffle her howl as her body trembled and her pussy did its best to swallow his entire bloodline as he just kept going, plowing her right through it. The rest of her mind felt like she was floating. She was Pluto, caught in the pull of Charon circling her, rocking back and forth under its gravity.

Ranma rolled her over onto her back and Setsuna wrapped her arms around him, kissing his lips frantically, desperate to feel more of that connection—the feeling of someone connecting to her on a deeper level than she had ever known before and accepting everything that was her. Her legs locked behind Ranma's back, pulling him in tighter with every thrust as she rose to meet his motions, falling into a rhythm her mind was intimately familiar with and which her body knew at an instinctual level.

Usagi was right. The thought managed to penetrate the fog of pleasure and contentment clouding her mind as she found herself made to come again and again, having long since lost count of how many times it had been. He's the one we've been waiting for.

It wasn't because Ranma made her come her brains out—that was just a nice bonus. No, it was because he could touch them at a level that not even Mamoru had been able to—because if he had, Usagi would have told everyone about it and they'd have never let him leave. Setsuna had been alive a very long time and seen much, both on Earth and of the galaxy at large, and she had never seen or experienced anything like this. There would be no hedging their bets for something better to come along—there just wasn't a need to.

Need to convince the others to commit.

And with that in mind, she decided to go ahead and take that step herself. Breaking her kiss with Ranma, she managed to pull together enough will to press her lips against his ear. "You've already knocked up Usagi and Michiru. Don't leave me out~."

"Yeah?" Ranma chuckled, and Setsuna nodded.

"It'd be nice if those of us who could all had their first around the same time," she smiled up at him as he pulled back enough to look her in the eye, slowing his pace a bit but not stopping, as he continued to slowly rock inside of her.

It would also put pressure on the others to join in. To make it real and fully commit. We need to start laying the groundwork for the Neo Silver Millennium now. We can do better than nine hundred years from now.

He didn't ask again—which was something Setsuna appreciated. A man should be decisive, after all. Instead, Ranma pulled out, grabbed both of Setsuna's legs, and pushed them up into her chest—pressing her breasts flat with her own knees. Arching an eyebrow, she grinned up at him. "Hoh?"

"Hold these," he instructed and she chuckled, wrapping one arm under her knees, leaving her entire lower body exposed and arched into the air as Ranma settled into position above her.

Ranma grabbed her ankles with one hand and pressed himself back inside of her, the new angle stealing Setsuna's breath away as his cock rubbed her in new and interesting ways that her current body just wasn't used to yet—but she hoped would happen often in the near future. She didn't want to go back to her sexless life of work and waiting, and she especially didn't want to give up the newfound feelings of intimacy.

Ranma's free hand grabbed Setsuna's, their fingers locking together, and he began driving himself into her hard enough to hammer the bed into the floor with a thump every time their bodies came together, driving the breath from Setsuna's body in the process. The feeling of his ki inside her returned, harder and deeper than before and she did her best to match it, even as she felt the magical blockage he had used to temporarily lock her powers away erode under the movement of their combined energies.

Setsuna felt Ranma's cock throb inside her as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, even as something held her back—and she realized it was Ranma using his ki and skill to bring them fully into sync. Finally, he let go inside her and Setsuna wailed as she came, feeling thick, hot sperm pour into her body, full of life inside her.

Setsuna's legs collapsed onto the bed with a thump and she groaned as Ranma pulled out of her aching, needy pussy, turning her onto her side and spooning behind her. A moment later, he was inside her again, plugging her up as he held her. She sighed, closing her eyes as the rocking resumed, his ki filling her slowly and gently now, but no less deeply than before. "This is nice."

"Mhmm," he yawned, kissing her neck. "Gimme a few minutes and we can go again."

Setsuna giggled. "A few minutes? We were only at it for—"

"Six hours."

The limette blinked. "What?" Looking around, she spotted her bedside clock, which read just past five in the morning—and she knew for a fact that they had gotten in about eleven. "Oh, wow."

"Mhmm. Like I said, give me a few. It's Sunday, so we're not leaving the bed except to eat and use the restroom. And speaking of food…"

"Hm?" Setsuna hummed, and a moment later the bedroom door opened. She raised an eyebrow as Michiru, Hotaru, and Usa came in carrying trays and plates, and wearing their robes. "What's all this?"

"Breakfast in bed," Michiru chuckled, climbing in as Ranma helped Setsuna sit up, much to her displeasure as he had to pull out of her again and the nice back and forth they'd had going on stopped. Michiru settled in against Setsuna's side with her tray bearing two plates and tea cups.

"Congratulations," Hotaru beamed at Setsuna, pressing herself into Ranma's side and arranging a plate for herself and him.

"Just, you know, maybe keep it down next time?" Usa yawned, sitting cross legged in front of them as she set up her own tray and began to eat. "Some of us like to sleep in on the weekend, you know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Next time, I'll have him gag me," Setsuna shook her head.

Usa however just nodded. "Sure. Whatever works for you. I like a little choking, myself."

"You would," the senshi of time rolled her eyes.

"This is good. Thanks," Ranma sent a smile to Hotaru and Michiru. "So, what are your plans for today?"

"What do you mean?" Usa asked, sending him a confused look. "I thought that was obvious."

Ranma looked equally confused. "No?"

Giggling, Hotaru nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "We're going to celebrate, of course! We can all take a bath together and then push some futons together in the living room for some fun! We don't need to keep anything behind closed doors anymore because everyone in the house is sleeping together, so we may as well do it together together."

"Well, almost everyone," Usa murmured, earning a nod from Hotaru.

Ranma frowned at that. "Who else is there? Unless," he glanced questioningly at Michiru who, after a moment, shook her head.

"I haven't heard from Haruka, no. She's talking about our other resident, Diana."

"She's visiting her dad right now," Usa explained.

"Ah," Ranma murmured. "Anything I should know?"

Usa opened her mouth, only to shut it with a click of teeth as Hotaru glared. The girls all shared a look before the senshi of Saturn turned a smile up on Ranma. "I'll tell you if you want to know, but I think you should meet her first."

"I don't like surprises," the pigtailed boy frowned, and Hotaru nodded.

"I know. Okay!" she smiled. Reaching out, she put a hand on Ranma's and pushed it down from where he was about to take a sip. "Put down the tea first."

"Eh?" the boy blinked.

Hotaru took a breath, then paused as she realized there really was no easy way to say what she wanted. Finally, she shrugged. "She's a cat."

Ranma's eye twitched, but other than that he didn't react. "Keep it away from me and we'll be fine."

"Mm, no," Hotaru shook her head, and Ranma sent her a questioning look. "She's Usa's advisor from the future. There are three of them—"

"Maybe four," Usa grumbled, and at Hotaru's raised eyebrow, she shook her head. "You think evil me would've come without her own Diana, or whatever she's named?"

"She's not evil," Hotaru sighed, rolling her eyes. "And maybe?"

"Doubt it," the pinkette denied. Shifting her gaze to Ranma, she picked up where Hotaru left off. "Listen, the cats are smart, and they kind of aren't entirely cats. They can turn into humans."

"So it's Shampoo," Ranma made an annoyed noise.

"Yes and no," Michiru shrugged. "They can talk in their cat forms and to my knowledge, Shampoo couldn't."

"Talking c-c-cats?" Ranma asked, and a full body shiver ran over him, ending in his pigtail briefly standing on end. "And one of 'em lives here?!"

"Yep!" Usa grinned.

"Nope!" Ranma shook his head, making to leave the bed, only for Setsuna and Hotaru to latch on. "Lemme go!"

"Nope!" Hotaru giggled, before kissing his arm. "We live here and so does Diana. She's nice, and a friend! And you're already getting evicted from your place because of noise complaints, so it's either waste a lot of money renting another apartment and losing your deposit because we broke the rules about noise and have the same thing happen again later, or move in with us here. Which means sharing space with Diana when she comes back. So promise us you'll meet her."

"Nnn," Ranma groaned. "…Can she stay human?"

"Not indefinitely yet," Setsuna shook her head. "It's not like your Jusenkyo transformation. It requires constant mana to maintain, so she'll get tired eventually."

Ranma considered for a moment before shaking his head. "So why not make a trip to the springs while they're still there. We know where Spring of Drowned Girl is. Curse her, wait for her to adapt to it, cure her, done. Free transformation and I don't have to deal with a c- furry critter."

The others all exchanged looks at that, before Setsuna hummed. "That could work. I'm sure she'd enjoy not having to waste mana holding her form. We should probably offer the same to Luna. Did you ever learn where the one for men is?"

"Yeah, we found it," Ranma confirmed. "Not that it woulda done me any good. Curses mix most of the time, so I'd have wound up as some weird man-woman thing if I took a dip in it. Kinda glad we didn't find it before then, actually. Don't think I'd have listened if someone tried to warn me about it."

"Wait, how do you know what it would've done? Maybe it would have just overwritten the old curse?" Usa asked, and Ranma refused to meet her eyes or answer, instead choosing to practically inhale the food on his plate.

"Hmm," Hotaru's tone turned teasing. "Instant spring water exists. Could it be that—"

"Yeah. Now quiet, you," Ranma grumbled, nudging Hotaru with his elbow and earning a giggle from the younger girl.

"Hey, do you think we should call mom for this? I mean, if we're having group activities," Usa waggled her eyebrows, "then she'd be suuuper jelly if we didn't tell her."

"That just makes me want to conveniently forget to tell her," Setsuna admitted.

"We can call and find out what she's doing," Hotaru suggested. "Ami too."

"It's Sunday. I really doubt she's doing anything," Usa rolled her eyes.

Click!

"Hehehe~!" Usagi giggled as the redhead snapped another picture before moving around her to get a better shot. "Thanks for helping with this, Usa."

"It's H—" Usa the elder sighed, then shook her head. "I was bored and petty revenge against that jackass Mamoru appeals to me."

"You shouldn't talk like that about your father," Usagi chastised, before sticking out her tongue. "Even if he is a jackass."

Usa looked up from her camera and stared. "Mom."

"Hm?" Usagi blinked, then blushed. "You called me mom."

"I knew you were dense, but for fuck sake." Taking a deep breath, the redhead asked, "Why do you think Mamoru is my dad?"
"Well, you're from the future and Chibi-Usa is too, so… You know. Timey-wimey stuff?" Usagi asked.

Usa palmed her face, before pointing at Usagi's still flat stomach. "Who do you think that is, huh?"

"You?"

"Yes. And who's the daddy?"

"That's—" Usagi paused, only for her eyes to go wide and her mouth to fall open. "OH!"

Usa sighed. "Ugh. Really? You're just realizing this now?"

"Time stuff is hard, okay?! Cut your mom some slack!"

"I mean, I get the densest motherfucker alive not getting it—"

Usagi laughed. "No, knowing Ranma, he gets it, he's just in denial. It's probably some macho thing. Something like… That other Ranma's your dad, not me, 'cause Saotome Ranma doesn't lose."

Usa opened her mouth to deny it, only to find she couldn't. "Yeah, okay. That sounds like him. So anyway! When are you mailing these off to dear old step-dad?"

"Mm… Just before the birth, I think."

"Alright. That gives me a time frame to work with. I'll need to get in touch with shrine girl and see if she wants help speeding up that time table. We're gonna need to get our hyperbolic time chamber training montage on soon…"