Ningyo

"Kyon, hurry up with those tables!" Haruhi's angry voice sang out through the stairwell.

He wasn't sure exactly why Haruhi thought he'd be able to carry those large and heavy tables up three flights by himself, but it wasn't like he'd be able to protest. It was the day before the big school fair and apparently the SOS was putting on a maid cafe... news to him. The roles were obvious, Mikuru as a cute stumbling waitress. Haruhi the manager, dressed as a bunny girl for some reason. Nagato would be her usual piece of furniture, dressed as a maid and standing in the background quietly. Itsuki would be playing a butler, ushering in clients. And then there was Kyon... manual labor and primary runner for anything Haruhi wanted. Fun right?

"No no no!" Haruhi shouted. "That table goes on the other side of the room. Can't you do anything right?"

"Yeah..." Kyon twitched, dragging the heavy piece of furniture across the room.

"Now get the chairs." She said, tapping her foot impatiently.

"You get them." Kyon muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Haruhi asked in a voice dripping dangerously like venom from a snake's fang. Storm clouds and lightning started stirring outside.

"I said, where do you want them?" He replied through clenched teeth.

"Oh." Haruhi relaxed a little. "Just place them along the walls. We'll move them around right before we open tomorrow."

Kyon unclenched his fist a little, putt on a fake smile, and left to go do yet another menial task. As he walked through the school he saw what the other classes and clubs were doing for the fair and he wished he'd be able to at least visit one of their rooms. He knew Haruhi would never let him out of her control for even a second, but he might be able to convince her that he was going to go on a food run for her or check out the competition or something. Well, either way, if he didn't go get those chairs now, he wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

"Took you long enough." She snapped, cracking her metaphorical whip yet again. "And that's still not enough, we're going to have this place packed tomorrow."

Kyon's mind seemed to crack, debating whether he was going to tell her to pack one of these chairs where the sun don't shine, or just throw one at her, but he was distracted by the sound of Yuki shutting her book a little louder than normal. All eyes fell on the quiet girl.

"I'll help you with the chairs." She stated softly.

"I'll help too." Itsuki chimed in.

Yuki glared at him with a look that could have melted steel. "It's alright, Kyon and I can manage."

It was the most she had spoken in a month. Itsuki backed down back in to his chair, but Haruhi gave a big grin. "See, if only the rest of you could have the drive that I and little Yuki here has, we could take this club all the way to Hollywood."

"What the f..." Kyon muttered as he followed Yuki out of the room. "Hollywood?"

"You're becoming unstable," Yuki pointed out to him when they were out of ear shot of the club room.

"She's the one who’s unstable." Kyon practically shouted.

In a sudden rush, Kyon felt Yuki's soft petit frame brush up against him, her blank face filling his view, her quiet tender lips gently pressing against his. It was strangely light and refreshing, almost as timid and cautious as it's giver. He stared back at her, seeing an almost pink tint blush up on her tender cheeks.

"What was that for?" He gasped breathlessly.

"I needed to calm you down." Yuki responded simply, as if nothing had just happened.

"Well... it worked." Kyon breathed, still a little stunned. That was his first kiss, and it was beyond how anyone had ever described.

Yuki tugged on his shirt sleeve, bringing him back in to the moment. "We should get out of the hall way."

Kyon glanced at small gaggle of girls gawking at them and realized that he and Yuki must have looked like a newly formed couple. "Yeah..." He agreed, following her upstairs to the storage closet.

As they entered the room, Kyon grabbed the rest of the chairs and turned around to bring them to the clubroom but stopped dead in his tracks when he realized Yuki's shirt was off.

"What are you doing?" Kyon gasped, nearly dropping the chairs on his feet. "Haruhi’s waiting for us."

"If you return in the current state that you are in, the likelihood that a conflict between you and Haruhi Suzumiya is very high." Yuki stared blankly, slowly removing her skirt. "Also, I have slowed the flow of time in this room relative to the rest of the school."

"Well..." Kyon stared at her puzzled. He didn't feel irritated with Haruhi and even though they had their little argument, Haruhi seemed to be in a pretty calm mood. "If you say so."

Kyon sat down in a chair and let Yuki free him from his pants and playfully nuzzle her lips up to his cock. She had gotten a little more playful and skilled since their last encounter. She pulled his pants off completely and climbed up on his lap, facing towards him and straddling his waist with her legs. Kyon was surprised how heavy she felt for being such a small girl. It made her feel more... real.

She pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it beside them. She moved in to kiss the side of his neck, letting her tiny breasts press against his somewhat muscular chest. They were unbelievably soft, her dangerously cute nipples flicking across his skin. He reached up to feel the squishy flesh, nearly climaxing at their tender softness and the feel of her lips sucking softly on the side of his neck. His dick was straining up under her legs, desperate to get inside of her.

Yuki must have felt it as well, because she gripped his shoulders for leverage as she lifted herself up and on to his throbbing erection, hissing softly as it filled her. She hugged his neck and slowly started to grind her hips back and forth, making Kyon weak with pleasure.

It had only been a few minutes, but he was starting to think he couldn't take it any longer. He gripped Yuki's hips but she stopped him. "For us to get the most out of this session, we need to keep things new and unexpected."

Kyon wondered where Yuki was getting her information, but at the moment, he was just desperate for any kind of release. "Whatever you think is best."

She lifted herself once again, this time reaching back and guiding his dick against the entrance of her ass. He was about to stop her, but she sat back, sinking down to the base of his cock. At tight as her tiny pussy was, it couldn't compare to fleshy vice that was her ass. It felt so different, so wrong, so dirty, and so damn good.

She started grinding up against him, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against stomach and pumping his cock deeper and deeper in to her ass. Kyon couldn't tell if she was doing this to prevent some kind of unexplainable disaster, or if that was just an excuses to get in to his pants. She started moaning softly as she grinded faster, her face unusually flush and full of expression. The thought of her using him for sex was just so adorable, because, well, she could just asked. Maybe he was wrong, and knowing Haruhi, there probably was some kind of disaster involved. It didn't matter, he just couldn't believe just how much he wanted her right now.

Kyon slipped his arms behind her back and pulled her even closer to him, the chair skidding a little from how quickly he moved. He hugged her so tight he could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She struggled to keep humping against him but he had the upper hand and all she could manage was grinding around in little circles. She looked up in to his eyes for some kind of answer to why he had stopped, but he pulled her neck closer and kissed her, thrusting his cock up in to her ass at the same time. She moaned, but it was lost in his kiss.

The strange clash of perverse passion and playful sensuality overwhelmed Kyon senses to where he could only feel the heat from her body embracing him entirely. He thrust a few more times before he lost it, feeling his body shudder against Yuki's his cock twitching so hard it hurt. He felt Yuki's ass clench around him as her own body jerked spastically, her pussy leaking excitement against his stomach. He humped fervently, desperate to ride out his orgasm to the very end, to hang on to every second of ecstasy. By the time his legs stopped twitching he felt so drained he had to hold on to Yuki to keep from falling out of the chair.

Yuki gave him one more kiss before lifting herself off of his draining cock. She grabbed a roll of paper towels and cleaned up the sticky mess they had made and got dressed. As Kyon caught his breath and dressed as well, Yuki just stood there quietly. But she didn't have to say a word to let Kyon know what she was thinking, her face was saying it all. In fact, it was saying more than it ever had in the entire time Kyon had known her.

She was smiling.


Author’s notes

Okay, well sorry that took FORever, but thankfully I’m settled in to my new apartment, the tumor is stable and I’m filled with bunches of stories and fics and even a full length novel. And best of all, I’ve got nothing at all to do for next few months, so hopefully I’ll actually get around to writing them.

Thanks for reading and again, sorry for the wait.