Travels of a Martial Artist

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

Ukyo quietly opened the door to the furoba just as Ranma, his back to the door, dumped a bucket of cold water over his body triggering his curse.

She felt a slight moment of jealousy before stamping it down. It sould be illegal for any man to have better curves then herself, even if said man was technically a woman at the time.

"Ran-chan," she began softly, unsure of how exactly to continue.

"Hey U-chan," Ranma replied. "Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to go off on you and the girls like that, but it all of this really is starting to wear me out.I know I said I'd try to open myself up to new things and all, but maybe this is too much too soon. When was the last time it was just you and me?"

Ukyo walked over and put her arms around the red-head affectionately.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have treated you like a toy. From now on, I promise to ask before inviting the girls to our bed."

"Thanks U-chan," Ranma said as she tilted her head to softly kiss her fiancee before reaching for her soap and washcloth.

Ukyo grinned as she snatched them from Ranma's hands playfully.

"Come on U-chan. Gimme the soap back."

"Nuh uh. I'm gonna wash you. I think my Ran-chan needs a little pampering right now," Ukyo said with her playful smile as she lathered up the washcloth.

Ranma sat on her stool quietly, deciding to let Ukyo play out her little game. She leaned back into the chef and relaxed as woman started to softly scrub her arms.

The red-head soon lost herself to sensation as Ukyo slowly drew the cloth down her chest, cleaning the valley between her generous breasts. Ranma wasn't sure what to think as he had never really let himself pay attention when he cleaned himself as a girl. The differance in sensitivity between his male and female forms was immense.

The lingering arousal from the purifying he went through moments before was only adding to the waves of sensation lapping at her senses.

She groaned audibly as Ukyo brought both soap covered hands up to caress Ranma's breasts, never quite making it to her eager nipples filling her with frustration before suddenly pinching them lightly with a slight twist. Ranma's vision exploded in a swath of flashes as her body screamed in pleasure.

She felt a pressure building in her core, and came close to panic. The heat building between her legs wasn't helping her emotianal state.

"Relax Ran-chan. You know I won't hurt you. Do you trust me?" Ukyo said in a soothing voice.

Ranma nodded and did her best to relax, but the pressure was only continuing to build with every caress, kiss, and stroke Ukyo made.

She glanced around in surprise as Ukyo gently slid her off the stool and laid her out on the floor. The cold tile fired off even more sparks from her highly sensitive skin.

Ranma passionate moans brought a delighted smile to Ukyo's features as she began to rub the soapy cloth over the red-head's legs.

Those done, she shifted Ranma until she was lying on her stomach, her hot flesh once again encountering cold tile and sending shocking waves through her.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could endure that building in her core.

Ukyo straddled her waist and worked the cloth over her back, as well as working the tautness out of her muscles.

Ranma's moan continued as her body loosened. She still found herself unable to relax as the pressure increased.

She was begining to fear that it would tear her usunder if it wasn't released soon, though she had no idea how to accomplish this.

Ukyo had moved down her body and was begining to knead her ass, and the pressure built further.

"Time to rinse off," Ukyo said lightly, and had to help Ranma sit up as the red-head's limbs were too shaky to support herself.

Ukyo filled the bucket and Ranma's flesh quivered against the almost imperceptible air currents blew across her skin.

The cold water hit Ranma like a sledgehammer, and very nearly banished the euphoria that had gripped her. A peculiar warmth still emanated from between her thighs, but her mind was once again her own.

"Okay, I thinks that's quite enough of that. I thought I was gonna die..." Ranma panted, still fighting to regain her breath.

Ukyo laughed, a bit put off, as she blushed. "I guess I should have used a bit warmer water. How about we move to the bedroom? I think we could both use-"

She was cut off as a massive explosion rocked the foundations of the apartment, accompanied by a tingling sensation at the base of Ranma's spine.

"I think it'll have to wait U-chan. I think the girls are in trouble."

-ooo-

The two martial artists followed the sounds of battle to the nearby park, and were greeted with the sight of the Sailor Senshi battling a bevy of flailing tentacle beasts, and behind those gurgling masses of flesh, the tree-woman from the mall.

"Hey, Tree-bitch!" Ranma yelled as he blasted a beast that was dangerously close to enveloping Mercury. "I suggest you take your little... things, and hightailin it outta here! I don't take kindly to... things attacking my frineds!"

Said tree-bitch laughed at Ranma pitiful attempt at intimidation.

"My name is Cederian, and my things are quite content to stay and play. My master wants this pathetic island to serve as a foothold in his plan for world domination..."

Cederian continued to talk, but Ranma had began to ignore her somewhere around 'My name is', and turned to Mercury.

"Is she human, or can I blow her up?"

"Blow her up."

"Right. Moko Takabisha!!!"

Cederian didn't get more then three lines into her dramatic 'unveiling of humanity's destruction' spiel before getting hit squarly in the chest by Ranma's blast of confidence and being torn usunder. The remains disintergrated and vanished like so much dust in the wind.

Without the energy of their master, the beasts melted into a gooey substance before evaporating.

"What you done to my tree-babe keikei?!" came a horrifyingly familiar Hawaiian twang.

"Ah shit. What's pineapple-head doin here?" Ranma growled in frustration.

"Youse gonna get a propa haircut little keikei! I's revengin my tree-babe!" the deranged principal screamed as he charged Ranma, shears leading the way.

A slight beeping drew Everyone's attention from the loony.

Mercury opened her computer with mild shock.

"Sailor Moon! He's been possesed! Use your power to heal him!"

The blonde senshi nodded as she drew forth her magical rod and began her incantation.

"Moon Healing Escalation!"

The blast hit Principal Kuno square in the face as he lunged at the evasive pig-tailed martial artist.

The seemingly permanent palm tree on his head fizzled away with a hiss as he cried out "Refresh!" and passed out.

"I wonder if that'd work on the rest of the Kuno's," Ranma pondered dryly.

"Don't bet on it sugar."

The sensi all gathered around the two former Neriman's, their relief evident.

"I am so glad you guys showed up," Jupiter began. "I really didn't want to be gang-banged by a group of tentacles.

The other's nodded in agreement, though Venus was a bit unenthusiastic.

"What?" she asked when she noticed everyone's puzzled expressions.

"All right, all right. I'm really damn horny right now. It might have let me work off some tension."

Ranma looked as if he would rather be elsewhere.

Once he stamped his skittishness down, (he was Not a toy damnit!) he got the group's attention.

"Listen, and I know we haven't talked about this yet U-chan, but I think it's about time I left Juuban."

A chorus of disbelief and pouting assaulted him.

"Hey, hey! I left Nerima because I got tired of all the crazy, stupid shit that kept happenin to me." He had too much pride to mention the abuse of almost anyone he thought he could, or even should have been able to, trust.

"I'm lookin for somewhere quiet, and this place has enough problems without mine following me here. With the Amazons out of the way, I don't think anyone else is really that motivated to find me... Except Nabiki. She's likely pissed that her cash cow left town."

Uyko could only nod in agreement at that assessment.

"I do hope you'll come with me U-chan, but I won't force ya to leave everything behind again. I don't know where I'm goin', or how long it'll take to get there, but I hope you'll come."

Ukyo wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace.

"You aren't getting rid of me that easily sugar."

Ranma's grin was all she needed to know that she made the right choice.

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End Magical Girls, Tentacle Monsters, and Talking Cats. Ranma’s in Hell Now! Finale!

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A/N: And so ends the first arc of Travels of a Martial Artist. Don't worry. Story isn't over yet. It isn't called 'Travels' because it's catchy ;P