Travels of a Martial Artist

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A/N: WARNING!!!!!! Now that I have your attention, the beginning of this chapters is quite dark and cruel compared to the rest of the story, but clears up. No lemon either. This is such a bummer chapter isn't it? Ok, warning over.

Travels of a Martial Artist
Part Two: Magical Girls, Tentacle Monsters, and Talking Cats. Ranma’s in Hell Now! Pt. 5

Ranma rolled his eyes for the third time that day as his ass was pinched for the fifth. There wasn't much he could do about the unwanted attention, especially during the frantic exodus at the end of the school day, but these girls where getting on his nerves!

At least the lot of them had clean up duty. Even a few scarce minutes unmolested were well received reprieves.

Ever since the initial gang bang a week ago, Usagi, Rei, Makoto, Minako, and even the quiet and restrained Ami couldn't seem to keep their hands off of him.

He knew Ukyo wanted him to be more open when it came to the sexual aspect of their relationship, but certainly this was taking things a bit far!

As is stood, he disliked yelling at women for no reason, especially those he was on generally good terms with, and so for the most part he suffered in silence.

'Maybe U-chan can calm the girls down... Naw. She'd most likely invite them over for another 'Horse riding' session.'

The last five days had seen one or more of the senshi sharing their bed, and Ranma was feeling an edginess that he couldn't shake.

"I'm a man damnit! I ain't no toy to be used!"

Ranma glanced around and blushed sheepishly at the stares he was receiving as he realized he was ranting out loud from the school's front steps.

"You may not be a toy Saotome," a familiar voice called out mockingly as a splash of cold water momentarily blinded the now red haired girl, "but you don't look much like a man either."

Ranma growled as she recognized her assailant.

"Damnit Mousse! I ain't a Saotome anymore! You know damn well I dropped that fat bastard's name when I left!" she cried out in rage. "Besides, what the hell are you here for anyways? I told Shampoo to fuck off as well as Akane!"

"I am here to make you pay for your crimes you... you monster!" Mousse retorted, his own outrage shattering his cool demeanor.

"What crimes? Your damn Amazon laws don't apply here in Japan!"

"YOU RAPED HER!!!" Mousse screamed, almost frothing.

"I did no such thing. She tried to rape me. I just gave her what she thought she wanted," Ranma taunted.

'Finally, a chance to relieve some stress,' Ranma thought to herself as she taunted the Amazon further, delving into a cruelty she tried to repress, a darker side of her being that had surfaced during those long years of training with Genma Saotome. A side that sickened her, but yearned for release.

"She was enjoying herself at first, but I guess I had misjudged her from the beginning," she continued with mock regret. "After all, if she was as much of a slut as I thought she was she wouldn't have cried so much when I rammed my dick up her tight little ass," she finished with a malicious grin.

Blood dripped from Mousse's mouth as his clenched teeth chewed into the inside of his cheek.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" the visually impaired boy screamed as he hurled a mass of razor edged chains at Ranma, only to have them sidestepped effortlessly.

Ranma could sense the hatred within her foe and reveled in it, feeding off of the darkness exuding from the young man's aura.

"Her tears were like flawless diamonds as I ravaged her dirty asshole," Ranma laughed, digging her claws deeper into Mousse's agony. "You should have been there Mousse. Her screams were the best part of it all. Cantonese is a beautiful language when it's praying for mercy."

Mousse clutched at his head, tearing into his scalp as the image formed itself in his mind.

"I doubt she'll ever find a decent husband now. Who would want damaged goods anyway? Best to kill her now, lest she live with such a disgrace. Violated by an outsider. Hell your council will probably kill her themselves. Such becomes the champion of the village." Ranma's tone turned from mocking to dead serious. "I told you all when you first showed up not to fuck with me. It's time to pay the price."

With that, Ranma launched herself at the trembling man before her, covering the 40 foot distance in a flash.

An elbow to the gut knocked the wind from his lungs and destroyed his balance. As he stumbled back reeling from the heavy blow, Ranma clenched a fist, her arm trembling with condensed rage.

"Kachuu Tenshin Amiguriken, Revised! Bloody Rave!"

Screaming in white hot fury, the red head unleashed a flurry of attacks faster then the human eye could track. Instead of the hard blows the normal kachuu tenshin amiguriken delivered, she instead took clawing swipes tearing bloody grooves into the amazon. She finished her onslaught with a dual palm thrust into Mousse's ribcage, sending him flying through a nearby tree with a sickening crack.

Her victorious cackles quickly degenerated into tears and she fell to her knees, cradling her body as heaving sobs racked her body.

"What have I done?" she cried as a sickly green aura formed around her.

"Oh dear god, Ran-chan!!!"

Ranma didn't even register Ukyo's sudden appearance, nor her shaky embrace.

She vaguely caught Ami's assurances that Mousse didn't have any critical injuries, but that did little to ease her mind. She knew the damage that she had caused.

It was the relinquishment of control to the darkness within her that unsettled Ranma the most. In the end, she had managed to pull her viloent barrage, but it had been a close thing.

She took a steadying breath and faught for her composure. The darkness was sated for the time being, and the edginess that pervaded her mind for the week had fled as well.

They seemed too connected for it all to have been a coincidence.

"Ranma, we need to talk," Usagi said with a firm, yet compassionate tone she had never heard from the blonde before.

Ranma nodded in acquiescence as the group led her away from the field.

-ooo-

"Ranma, I think we made a mistake that night," Ami said as she pulled a small electronic device from her book bag.

"How so?" Ranma asked with a little trepidation as he rejoined the girls in he and Ukyo's small living room, rubbing a towel over his damp hair.

"We ignored the possibility of any lasting side effects from the youma's extraction of energy from your body. Being the only instance of a male being assailed by the new youma that we have record of, we should have made a tourough assesment of your reaction in order to prepare for future occurances," the brainy girl answered as she opened the blue gadget.

"And that means, what exactly? Can anyone translate that?" Ranma asked, having spaced out from the lecturing quality of Ami's explanation.

"It means," Makoto said, "that no guys were ever attacked before, and we should have checked to see if it affected you differently then us girls after fucking your brains out."

"After? Why not before?"

"Because we needed to get laid! Were you asleep when we told you that these things make girls get extremely horny?" Rei snapped.

"Calm down Rei," Minako said in an attempt to head off any arguements.

"Ami's Mercury Computer has discovered that you were infected with dark energy when that youma, um, sucked you off," Usagi explained. "That might have been why you acted that way at the school today."

"It seems that the majority dark energy has already been retrieved by the youma's master, but I'm still detecting a small taint within you. My theory is that it will continue to feed off of your darker emotions and build up again, causing a backlash similar to this evening."

"So you mean I'm a walking time-bomb that restarts with every explosion? Thats just great. As if my life hasn't been bad enough."

Ranma dropped himself into the corner to sulk.

"Not only that, but I believe that each outburst will be greater than the last, until you become an entity of rage."

"Is there 'any' good news?" he asked dryly.

"Yes. It is possible to remove the taint," Ami simply replied.

"And you couldn't say that sooner?!" Ranma cried in mild outrage. "Here I thought I was gonna have to off myself so I wouldn't start tearin the place up, and now you tell me I can be cured?! Damnit all! What's the catch? Do I have to sacrifice a goat and thirteen virgins or something?"

"No. Our senshi forms can channel pure energy into you to extinguish the dark energy. The only after effects will be lightheadedness, mild arousal, and an urge to hug things."

Ranma groaned.

"Just get it over with."

The girls nodded as they stood and activated their transfrmations. Soon, Ranma was surrounded by the mini-skirt clad Sailor Senshi. They spaced themselves around him in a circle and held their hands up, as if making an offering. They softly began to glow, and Ranma felt the warm sensation of peace flow into his body.

The glow faded, and the warmth fled. Ranma glanced around, slightly dizzy, and groaned.

"I thought you said 'mild' arousal Ami?" he snorted as the girls resumed their civilian guises.

"Well, you never do anything by half Ran-chan. Why should a boner be any different?" Ukyo said with a giggle.

Indeed, Ranma's manhood was straining within the confines of his trousers.

"Looks like the little fella wants to play," Makoto said with a hungry look.

"Yeah, well the big fella doesn't," Ranma snapped in annoyance. "I ain't a peice of meat, or some toy you can turn on when ya want. Thank you for removing whatever it was, but if you'll excuse me, I'm going to handle this manualy, and then hug the neighbor's dog."

Makoto sighed in dissappointment as ranma left the room. "Looks like it's another 'Girls' Night' for us. Dibs on the strap-on!"

"No fair!" Rei yelled. "You always get the strap-on! Maybe I wanna fuck YOU this time around! You ever think of that?!"

"Ladies, ladies... There's plenty of rubber dick to go around," Minako said, trying to preserve the peace. "Besides, Ami has cram school, and Usagi is trying to win Mamoru over again," enthusiastic nods from the ditzy blonde, "so it'll just be the three of us. If Mako-chan doesn't want to share, we can use the double, and let her work herself over. Isn't that right, Mako-chan?"

"Right, right. I'll share already. It's not my fault I like to be dominant is it?"

Ukyo was quietly laughing to herself over the byplay.

"You girls are hopeless. Get some boyfriends already!" she said, laughter slipping through her restraint. "I don't think Ranma will really be up to anymore groupings for quite a while anyhow. Although, it will be nice to have him all to myself again. Wild sex is all well and good, but I'm starting to miss the quiet, gentle way he used to make love to me."

The girls nodded and made their goodbye's, Ami's with explicit instructions to call her should Ranma's temperment change without warning, and left the apartment.

Ukyo then went of search of Ranma, hoping to assist in his relief.

End 2-5