Travels of a Martial Artist

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or the stories they originated in. They belong to the talented Takahashi and Takeuchi respectively, and they would probably disapprove of my use of them in this manner.

A/N: I'm back! Sure it took over a year, but here's a new chapter for ya anyway. I had actually forgotten all about this story, and for the life of me I can't remember why I didn't write more... Best I can come up with is the result of a cross country move and loss of my text files. No matter. I'm back, and I have plans for this story... short sighted as they may be...

Travels of a Martial Artist
Part Two: Magical Girls, Tentacle Monsters, and Talking Cats. Ranma’s in Hell Now! Pt. 2

The next Monday saw ranma and Ukyo's first day at Azabu Juuban High School. Both teens were surprised to see Usagi and her friends, sans Rei, walk onto the school grounds after the events that happened in the mall three days prior.

Ranma was about to approach them when the warning bell for class rang, cutting off any hope of a quick explanation. He and Ukyo rushed to their new homeroom.

"Alright class, we have some new students here who have just transferred in from Nerima. Go ahead and introduce yourselves."

Ranma was about to open his mouth when a particularly violent sneeze sent him careening into the student's desk in front of him who just happened to be the class prankster, and who also just happened to have a bookbag full of water baloons for random mischief when Ranma crashed into him, popping all of them and drenching both of them.

A very female Ranma regained her footing and scratched the back of her head.

"I'm Ranma Sa- Ahem, I'm Ranma. Sorry 'bout this."
the class looked on in abject horror at the transformation before one brave student mustered the courage to ask, "You're not a soul sucking demon from beyond the starts are you?"

Ranma chuckled nervously before answering. "No, that would have been my former homeroom teacher..."

The class obviously didn't appreciate the joke.

Ukyo, at least, gave a small giggle.

"I'm just a martial artist who got on the wrong end of a cursed spring.Hot water changes me back into a guy, and I AM a guy, so don't none of ya make any passes at me. U-chan here is also my fiancee, so don't go making passes at her either! That would be, unhealthy." Ranma focused a bit of her confidence aura into her fist to illustrate the point.

This also didn't go over well with their new classmates, or the school's sprinkler system. With the entire class now drenched, Ranma swore darkly and trudged to the window.

"Screw this. I'm going home. Let's try this again tomorrow."

With a half hearted wave, she swung open the window and leapt into the morning air...

And into the clutches of a very glomp happy Amazon...

"Shampoo finally find Airen! Now we go back to China and be too too in love together!" The purple haired warrior said as she threw a handfull of dust in Ranma's face before she could overcome her shock.

"Now Airen be too too happy and give love to Shampoo!"

Ranma was instantly overcome by a familiar haze.

Stupidity.

This was laced heavily with another, more recently recognized haze.

Lust.

Not the best of combinations in the best of times.

Shampoo grinned as Ranma's nipples hardened and pressed against the silky fabric of her shirt. the redhead rubbed her thighs together in agitation as they were soon coated by sticky fluids.

"Now Shampoo take Airen to find quiet place to use hot water," she said as she patted the thermos at her side. "No want womans for first time. Maybe second, but want mans for first!"

Ranma allowed herself to be led away from the school, where Ukyo was penned into a corner and being accosted by numerous questions ranging from the innocuous "How long have you know each other?", and "Can I learn to do that glowing thing?" to the far more personal, "Is he good in bed", and "Have you done 'her' yet?".

Of course, all thoughts of Ukyo, home, and peace had fled Ranma's addled brain altogether and replaced with an increasingly overwhelming need for sex.

"This do," Shampoo said as she hustled the delirous Ranma into an old abandoned supply shed at the edge of the campus."

"Now to change back to boy-type."

As the curse triggered, Ranma gasped in shock and pain as his suddenly re-established manhood was fully aroused and very tightly constrained with no warning.

Ranma found the pain to be a focus to fight through the fog that addled his mind.

"What was that powder Shampoo?" he asked through grit teeth.

"Was new 'Lust Dust'. Make Airen too too horny and no can fight. Makes want sex more then anything until orgasism.. organsums... untill get off. Now Airen here with Shampoo and no one to disturb. You be Shampoo's soon. Don't worry, Shampoo make Airen feel too too good. So good Airen want more without need Lust Dust." She said the last with a seductive grin as Ranma was once again fully overcome by the narcotic.

He gave in to his body's desires completely when Shampoo drew him in for a deep kiss.

She gave a yelp of surprise when her savagely tore open her silk blouse and roughly kneaded her breasts.

With his mouth freed from her agile tongue, he latched onto her left breast and started nipping with abandon. Shampoo jerked as a careless bite pierced her nipple and drew blood.

The metallic taste only spurred Ranma into a higher frenzy as he ripped her pants from her body with a single jerk of his hand. Knocking her off balance, he toppled them over landing on top of Shampoo as the concrete floor knocked the breath from her.

He shoved his pants down as he pushed himself to his knees. Folding the Shampoo's legs over her body, he started probing with his shaft, searching for an opening. Finding a warm hole, he started to shove forward.

"Not there! Is wrong hole! Shampoo not want like this!"

Her cries wenty unheeded as he managed to force his cock into her unwilling anus. Her cries of pain sounded intoxicating to his overwhelmed mind as he pistoned in and out of her rapidly stretching hole.

He dropped her legs against his shoulders as he grabbed her breasts again, using them as a hand hold to strengthen his already considerable thrusts.

Feeling his release coming, he withdrew from Shampoo's ravaged ass and yanked her forward by her hair. Shoving his cock into her mouth, he continued to thrust until he came, choking her with his load. When the final throes of his climax abated the haze slowly started to lift from his mind, driven away by the intensity of the release.

As his coherancy returned, Ranma looked at the weeping form of Shampoo in horror.

Tears of his own fell down his cheeks as one thought stormed through his mind.

He had raped Shampoo.

It didn't matter that she had caused it with her new potions. It didn't matter that she had willingly led him here to take advantage of his lust crazed body. None of that mattered to him. He was a martial artist. He was supposed to have complete control over his mind and body, and yet he was completely helpless against this new attack.

But all of this paled in comparison to a new image taunted his self-worth.

Ukyo.

He had betrayed Ukyo, and it had felt good.

He had never felt that bliss, to completely let go of all restraint and fulfill his desires. Oh yes did it feel good, and that's what sickened him the most.

The sounds of speech brought him from his mental thrashing, and he realized that Shampoo was shaking him.

"Is Airen okay?"

When his eyes regained focus, she moved back and clutched the tattered remains of her clothing to her body. She yelped in pain as she tried to sit back and fell over on her side. He could see blood where she had tried to rest herself. He fought the urge to vomit.

"Shampoo is too too sorry. Shampoo not blame Airen. Shampoo use Great Grandmother's powder, but knew wasn't tested yet. Shampoo know was mistake, but couldn't wait to make love with Airen. Just want Ranma to love Shampoo. Is wanting love so wrong?"

Ranma could hardly believe what he was hearing. He restrained laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but it was a close thing. What it amounted to was that they had raped each other simultaneously. He idly wondered if even Genma had managed such a feat of dishonor and degredation.

He couldn't hold back the bile in his throat any longer.

-ooo-

It was late evening when Ukyo finally managed to trudge to the apartment she and Ranma shared. The swarm of curious classmates didn't cease until she threatened the lot of them with her combat spatula. A quick search confirmed her suspisions that she had been held up too long, and Usagi and company had already departed.

"Looks like it'll be a late start at the shop tonight," she grumbled as she neared her block.

As she turned the last corner she saw Ranma sitting on the sidewalk in front of their door, his pack at his side.

She saw the pained look in his eyes as she neared and slowed her pace. Something bad had to have happened to crush Ranma's spirit so.

Something very bad.

The anguish that flashed through her lover's eyes when he saw her clutched her heart and wouldn't let go.

Sometimes she hated being right.

End 2-2