Travels of a Martial Artist

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Travels of a Martial Artist
Part Three: An Unexpected Companion Pt. 2

“What happened Shampoo?” Ranma asked again, softer.

Shampoo looked at him, dazed and silent.

Just when Ranma thought she wasn't going to answer him, she spoke.

“Ranma too too good to Shampoo. Should hate Shampoo for all times in past when tried to make you come back to China,” she said haltingly, tears threatening to fall.

“I don't hate you Shampoo,” Ranma said as he gently griped her shoulders. “Sure, I hated how you always latched on to me whenever the opportunity came up, but I know you have a good heart Shampoo. That's why I always considered you one of the few people I could call a friend. I'm sorry I can't be your husband, but friendship is all I can offer.”

“Is enough,” Shampoo said with downcast eyes. “Shampoo is no longer Amazon anyways.”

She desperately latched onto the countenance of a proud and noble warrior, but as her words drifted on the night's breeze her composure shattered. She fell to her knees, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

The emotional stress was too much for her to bear, and she fell into unconsciousness.

“Looks like we'll have to put off the vacation U-chan. I think she really needs a hospital right now. She's so frail, I was afraid I was going to hurt her when I touched her.”

Lifting Shampoo's limp body in his arms, he turned back towards Jubaan.

“I swear, if this is that old ghoul's fault, I'm gonna return the favor tenfold,” Ranma spat, his visage marred by his barely contained rage.

“Hell hath no fury like Ran-chan scorned,” Ukyo muttered with trepidation as she followed her lover back to the city.

-ooo-

Shampoo opened her eyes to an overwhelming assault of WHITE. Shifting her gaze, she came to the realization that she was in a hospital. That wasn't the strange thing. No, what made her question the situation was the fact that Ranma was sleeping in a chair next to her bed.

The lack of tension his face displayed during his waking hours was gone, replaced by an almost content innocence that brought a warm smile to her face.

Moving to sit at the edge of her bed, she had to fight off a wave of vertigo before fully rising to her feet. She slinked to the window and opened it. Placing a foot on the sill, she froze as a voice called from the other side of the room.

“I don't think so Sugar.”

The lavender tressed woman turned to find the okonomiyaki chef closing the door behind her, two steaming cups of coffee in her hands.

“Why you care? Shampoo no want to hurt Ranma anymore, so is leaving. Shampoo made too too sad to see him anyway. Make chest feel tight.”

Ukyo studied her former rival a moment before responding.

“Seems to me like you won't get far in that hospital gown, and you're hardly steady on your feet. Besides, how do you think Ran-chan will feel if you run out on him after he went through the trouble to help you.”

“I'd be very upset is how I'd be,” came the firm voice of the man in question.

Shampoo jumped a bit, startled by his sudden addition to the conversation.

“On the other hand, you'll be leaving the hospital soon enough. The doctor said that you could probably be released tonight, so long as we give you plenty of rest and nourishment. I plan to do just that, just as soon as I can arrange some temporary housing. U-chan's gonna keep you company while I make a few rounds.”

Ranma had moved to stand before the now trembling girl and wrapped his arms around her weakened body.

“Friends help each other, Shampoo,” he whispered in her ear. “At least let us help you for a bit longer before you go running away.”

Ranma felt his shirt get damp as she burst into a fresh round of tears. Resisting the impulse to freak out about a crying girl in his arms, he picked her up and laid her gently in her bed before moving to exit the room.

“I'll be back in about an hour or so. Take care of her for me, okay U-chan?”

Ukyo nodded as she gave him a brief hug, albeit a bit awkwardly as she didn't want to spill the coffee. She held one up to Ranma as she released him from the embrace.

Taking a swig from the proffered cup, he grimaced.

“Gods I hate coffee,” he said, taking another drink as he left the room.

-ooo-

Ranma stood before a small apartment, questioning the wisdom of this decision. He finally decided that Shampoo was more important than his own unease, considering her weakened physical and emotional condition.

He knocked hesitantly and waited for a response, his stomach in knots.

As the door opened a few moments later, he tittered nervously.

“Heh heh... Hi Mako-chan. Eh, sorry about this...”

“You're damn right you're... Ranma?”

Judging by the hastily arranged blouse, disarrayed hair, and sweaty sheen to Makoto's smooth skin, Ranma could only assume he was interrupting something.

Plus the smell of arousal that seemed to permeate the room was a dead give away.

“The one and only. Am I interrupting something Mako-chan?” he asked with a slight grin.

“Sort of. Minako and I were getting ansty since the party tonight was a bust. You know Minako. 'No use crying over ways to skin a cat'.”

Ranma shuddered for a moment before regarding the brunette curiously.

“Isn't it 'no use cryin' over spilled milk'?”

“Like I said. You know Minako.”

“I think I prefer her version,” Ranma said with a grin.

“You just don't like cats,” Makoto retorted.

“What was your first clue?”

“When Luna decided to say 'hi'.”

“Makoto? Who is it? Another damn salesman? Why can't they take the hint and leave?!” came Minako's frustrated voice from the direction of the bedroom.

“One sec Minako! I'm sure you can service yourself well enough for another minute or two!”

“Don't say that in front of that sleazy door knocker! What if he's a pervert?!” came the indignant response.

“Then I guess you'll have to change your name so he won't discover you in a deserted subway by sheer random fucking chance!”

“I guess you guys worked yourselves up for that party, didn't ya?” Ranma quipped.

“You have no idea lover boy. Now, you obviously need something, as I expected you to be halfway to parts unknown by now. I'm sure talking will be more comfortable on the couch. Come on in.”

Suiting actions to words, Makoto lead Ranma to said couch and proceeded to seat herself on his lap.

“Um, Mako-chan. What are you doing?” Ranma asked a bit timidly.

“Getting comfortable. Didn't I say as much before dragging you over here?”

“Whatever. Listen, me, U-chan, and a friend need a place to stay for a couple days, maybe a week. We ran into Shampoo outside of the city, and she's in a bad way right now. I haven't gotten the full story yet, but she needs my help and all the friends she can get. I think she's been kicked out of her tribe, and doesn't have anywhere else to go. Despite what happened before, she always has been a good person, if a bit... misguided. She's at the hospital right now, but the doctors said she could leave tonight as long as she has somewhere where she can get plenty of rest and care.”

Makoto searched Ranma's eyes for the briefest of moments and saw genuine concern within them.

“Bring her here Ranma. I don't have the greatest amount of room, especially for four people, but the couch folds out into a bed, and mine is big enough for two. I guess me and Ukyo will just have to take turns with you,” she finished with a hungry smirk.

“I expected as much. I think Mina-chan is getting desperate. Go help her, and I'll be back with U-chan and Shampoo later on.”

They say 'Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear'. The spirit of this phrase chose to implement itself into reality yet again as a sweaty, disheveled, and thoroughly frustrated Minako stormed out of the bedroom.

“What the fuck is taking so damn long! Ra.. Ranma? Thank the gods! I need dick!” Minako happily screamed as she tackled the stupefied martial artist with an Amazon worthy glomp, effectively throwing Makoto to the floor and knocking over the couch.

Makoto stood, ire flashing dangerously in her eyes, and was promptly blinded by a haphazardly flung pair of silk Chinese pants.

Tearing off the offending article, she stormed around the couch to give the horny blonde a piece of her mind.

She found Ranma apparently knocked senseless from the collision with the floor, and Minako happily sucking away at his quickly hardening member.

Once she had achieved sufficient results for her desires, the Senshi of Love impaled herself on his rod with a joyous moan.

“Oh gods its so good,” she cried as she rolled her hips, feeling him harden all the more. “It's been too long.”

“Minako, you fucked him no more than three days ago!”

“Three days is seven too many,” she countered as she began to thoroughly ride her favorite toy.

Ranma let out a low moan as his senses began collecting themselves, only to find an ecstasy that simply blew them away again leaving the signals from his sheathed manhood the only sensory awareness available to him. As such, he was completely unaware of gripping Minako's hips and meeting her thrust for thrust, or of rolling to lay her sideways on the ground and draping her right leg over his shoulder while using her arm for leverage.

The power of his thrusts soon had her sliding across the hardwood floor of Makoto's apartment, leaving an impressive trail of sweat and feminine juices.

The powerfully erotic display before her, couple with Minako's almost savage cries of ecstasy were too much for Makoto to handle and she soon began to fondle herself through her sopping pants.

Tearing the sodden clothing from her body, she promptly sat on Minako's face and hoped she wasn't too unstrung to assist with her own relief. She was pleasantly surprised to find her comrade's masterful tongue assaulting her velvet folds.

A powerful and mildly painful suck on her clitoris was all it took to drive the Jovian warrior over the edge, and she covered Minako's face with her juices.

Ranma, somehow sensing some competition on the delivery of pleasure upped the ante and began driving himself into the lust crazed blonde with a fervor, triggering three orgasms in rapid succession and rendering her nearly comatose. Somehow knowing his current mate was no longer responding to his ministrations, and himself as of yet unfulfilled, he turned to the only other conscious female in the room.

Pulling out of Minako, her grabbed Makoto and quickly bent her over the toppled couch, her knees resting on the back cushions. The brunette let out a content moan as he began to fill her from behind, a moan that only deepened in pitch as he ever so slowly built his pace.

“Oh, Ranma... harder... more... Ranma!” Makoto encouraged as she tightened herself around him in rhythmic bursts.

His hands slowly made their way up her back and around to caress her breasts, then down her abdomen and back around to repeat the journey before reversing course for a couple cycles, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.

His gentle ministrations took a turn to the rough side as he slapped her ass, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from the panting brunette. He began to tug on her nipples as he kneaded the firm mounds of her breasts, every now and again adding another red slap to her backside.

He abruptly stood, lifting Makoto against his body as he gripped her thighs to support her in the lofty position.

She reached behind his head and brought his pigtail around before clenching it between her teeth, stifling her increasing screams before securing a hand hold in his thick obsidian hair.

With her relatively secure position, Ranma felt the need to try something new.

He hopped.

The act dropped Makoto into a veritable free fall before driving her down on his rigid member, the weight of her body slamming her down. It caused a whole new realm of sensation for the shuddering senshi, a little painful, yet not wholly unpleasant. Ranma bounced her on his shaft a few times before hopping again.

Sensing her body's limit almost breaking, he laid her down on her back and entered her again.

She wrapped her legs about him, and drew him down in a passionate kiss as her body rode out her latest climax.

Ranma's body also hit it's limits and he gave a final powerful thrust before spilling his essence into her before following he companion into oblivion.

-ooo-

“Where is that jackass?!” Ukyo growled as she looked at the clock. “He said an hour, and is he here? Hell no he isn't!”

Shampoo sighed in defeat as the okonomiyaki chef continued her rant, though Shampoo had to admit a bit of worry herself. What possibly could have delayed Ranma by five hours?


End 3-2

A/N: Yep, told ya it wouldn't be long! I had given some thought to ending the chapter at the classic 'Sorry about this' line, but decided that only two pages just wasn't going to cut it, especially with the potential for some long overdue citrus.

Shampoo's story will have to wait until the next chapter, The Tale Unfolds.

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