Senses Trained, and in Training

by M**oteDog**, everything else published with this name is mine.

...To be clear, as it would turn out, because of his pop’s obsession over manliness, Ranma had limited knowledge of “the facts of life” and what he did know his unwanted ability to see things from both sides since Jusenkyo left him conflicted. And Mihoshi was even more clueless. Luckily for Nabiki, the two wouldn’t want to inflict on anybody what Nabiki would have been capable of doing to any sex **** of her own. Even more luckily for her, it wouldn’t be her who suffered the most. Such was Ranma’s luck...

Ranma’s panic added its ki to heighten his trained senses. Parts of Nabiki’s body were heating up beneath her clothes as her blood was redistributed, swelling them as they filled. Soft, silky, moist body heat radiated at him. Its level was already past any Ukyo had given off and promised to go beyond even what Shampoo was capable of!

As for Nabiki, the overheating Ice Queen was too aware that her house bra was getting uncomfortably tight, squashing her hardening nipples against it. Meanwhile, her swollen vulva and clit were dealing with her thong. The moisture rapidly building up in her melting vagina could soon be noticeable, leaking out from beneath her shorts and down her legs to drip onto the floor.

“Nabiki, you okay?!” Ranma’s asked, his guilt forcing him to note the other changes in her - the increase in her breathing rate as well as that of her heart, the trembling of her muscles, the dilation of her pupils and nostrils, the dry mouth...

“No!!” She struggled to find her self-possession but she wasn’t there. “No,” she said more softly. “But you can, I, I guess, make me okay…, perfect, in fact...” she said as she stumbled towards her enforced love interest, “M,Masterrr.” Real need was in that last syllable.

“Master!?” Already!? Just like that!? He was surprised because he had thought the magic would put her in a skimpy costume like Mihoshi’s. You know, that whole sex ****-harem-Arabian Nights and genies sort of thing. But no, Nabiki was dressed like she had been. But for how long?! And when Akane found out -