Ningyo

Kyon couldn't be sure if Nagato was only averting some kind of supernatural disaster, or if she was just using him for sex, but whichever it was, he was just glad he was stuck somewhere in the middle of it. Personally he kind of wished it was little of both, that way, he wasn't living some kind of lie and also, he was providing a little warmth and comfort it Nagato's quiet lonely life. He couldn't imagine an existence based solely on the observation of a single person. Even though Kyon sometimes enjoyed the crazy antics of his somewhat eccentric friend and tormentor Haruhi, he always had the option of turning his back and walking away from it all. He had free will, a strange intangible 'something' that Nagato didn't really have. And if she was going to step so far out on a limb for something that she genuinely wanted, who was he to stop her?

The school festival was in full effect, but there in the SOS's club room, the place looked like a ghost town. Well, a ghost town that was elegantly decorated and populated with a few scantily clad women. Mikuru was wearing her usual maid costume that Haruhi gloriously altered to make it backless and sleeveless. Haruhi was wearing her black bunny girl suit that hugged her curves so dangerously close it was probably against the law. Nagato was wearing her school uniform and overcoat like she normally did, but Haruhi had tossed a pair of cat ears on her that matched her hair so perfectly they looked like they were part of her body. They were simple enough, but since Kyon knew firsthand how dirty his little Yuki was, the added cat ears drove him wild. He made a mental note to remind her to wear them the next time they had sex.

"Where is everyone?!" Haruhi growled impatiently.

Kyon knew exactly why no one was showing up. They were afraid of the place. Their little club had made a name for itself, and it wasn't a good one. But he wasn't going to be the dead messenger that delivered that news to her. "Should I go round up some customers?"

"Wow Kyon." Haruhi quickly looked him up and down. "I guess there's hope for you yet. Yeah, go out and see how many people you can bring in. Make it at least two hundred. If you can't fill that quota, heads will roll."

Kyon chuckled to himself as he left the room. Haruhi always used the plural of 'heads' when she threatened him. He always wondered who else's head was going to be included in his punishment. He knew there was no way he'd be able to convince two hundred people to come visit their club room, but at least it gave him an excuse to explore.

He met up with Taniguchi and friends and hit up one of the yakisoba stands. It was pretty good for high school amateurs, which was saying something because frying noodles was harder than it looked. Kyon was having a pretty good time, but before he let himself get too comfortable, he forced himself to get back to work.

"Hey, do me a favor." He said awkwardly to Taniguchi. "Could you lead a few of the guys up to the literature club?"

"Wait..." Taniguchi stared at him nervously. "Isn't that your crazy club?"

"Look, you know Asahina Mikuru right?" Kyon asked hiding his devious plan behind a friendly tone.

This got his attention. "That cute upperclassmen with the huge tits? What about her?"

Kyon leaned in and whispered "She's up there, serving tea in nothing more than an oversized apron."

Taniguchi blushed a little. "I'll be there."

Kyon grinned but could help but feel bad for using Mikuru like that. News spread around the school and soon enough, people were lining up just to catch a glimpse of the rumored beauty. Figuring he had done his part, Kyon returned to the club to help out, finding it busier than he had ever seen. Mikuru was rushing from customer to customer pouring them tea, too busy to notice that every time she bent down to pour, she was giving everyone in the room a very nice glimpse of her heavenly side boob. Most of the guys had to order seconds and thirds because they were too afraid to get up, afraid that someone would see the wood each and every one of them must have been sporting in their pants.

The next few hours flashed by in a haze of panic and hustle, but by the end of it all, they had pulled in quite a lot of business. Mikuru was worn out and flopped herself down in her chair, not even noticing the spilt tea she was resting her arms on. Haruhi sat at her throne, counting the money they had made, mindlessly mumbling all the brilliant ideas they could do with it. Kyon's favorites being the pet tiger or the trip to the Bermuda triangle. He knew she'd probably waist it on something stupid, but it didn't hurt to listen to her pretend.

"Well, I think that's a wrap." Haruhi said as she finished counting the money. "Mikuru, you did a good job today, but next time, try to spill the tea more often. Customers love a clumsy maid."

Kyon sighed to himself. That just meant more mopping for him.

"Itsuki too." Haruhi nodded in his direction. "Not bad with the fliers, but we only got customers from our school. Next time, try and expand a little, I'd like to see people from the neighboring districts coming in."

Kyon had forgotten that Itsuki was even there. And he didn't even begin to know where to comment on Haruhi's suggestion. Everything about it made his head hurt. And yet, Itsuki just nodded like he understood.

And with that, Haruhi grabbed her book bag and stood up to leave. Kyon couldn't believe it. He wasn't expecting praise, but to be left out like that made it feel like someone was draining the feeling from his shoulders. "Aren't you leaving someone out?" He stammered before he realized what he was saying.

Haruhi looked puzzled for a moment, but nodded and added. "Oh, Yuki. Good job with the cash register. You're like a damned computer."

And with that, she left. Kyon didn't know why he was so surprised. He couldn't even tell if she was blatantly ignoring him, or if he just really meant nothing to her. Either way, he was pissed, so much so that even Mikuru tried to calm him down.

"I think you did a good job today, Kyon." Her weak voice pierced the heavy silence.

He didn't even hear her. Kyon just sat down in his chair and banged his head down on the table, where it stayed, half asleep, half unconscious.

When he woke up Kyon found the club room illuminated in the pleasant warmth of sunset. He even found a brief moment of joy where he had forgotten everything that had happened earlier that day, but the dull pain in his head brought back every irritating detail. Someone had placed their school jacket over his back when they had left and when he searched the tags he found it to be Nagato's. A weak smirk spread across his lips, if he ever needed her... treatment, it was right now. Then, as if she had read his mind, he found a note inside the jacket, telling him to stop by at her apartment on the way home for some, "hot coffee."

Kyon laughed at the note. It even had the quotation marks around the "hot coffee." It was so painfully obvious that it bordered on adorable, in a sad kind of way. Kyon folded up her jacket and headed down the growingly familiar path to Nagato's house.

When he got to her complex stopped at the gate and pushed the button for the intercom. "Yuki?" He called out, still a little nervous despite how far they had gone together.

There was no response, the lock clicked open so he hurried upstairs. When he got to her door, he knocked, waited and knocked again, but again, no response. It was unlocked so he nervously opened it, calling out, "Yuki?" to no response.

He had been over before, but the lack of furniture and decor still bothered him. He could smell the gentle aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen which made him grin. He'd have to let her know that coffee didn't actually have to mean coffee, but still, it was cute. But when he stepped in to the kitchen, it wasn't Nagato standing there, but a taller, more dangerous person he never expected to see again for the rest of his life.

"A... Asakura?!" He stammered, slowly backing away from the menacingly calm smile on her face.

"You can call me Ryouko." She said softly, taking a step forward, exaggeration the motion of her hip seductively. She was wearing a frilly white apron, and nothing else.

"What are you doing here, Asakura-san?" Kyon asked, his voice quivering slightly.

"Oh..." The dark haired beauty raised an eyebrow. She slipped one of the straps off of her shoulder. The fabric bunched around her breasts, showing off their shape and impressive size. "You can't guess?"

"You're gonna try and kill me again?" Kyon gulped, his eyes and his mind clearly not on the same sheet of music.

"No, not this time." Asakura grinned seductively. "You're had a long day. Come rest your tired head here."

She slipped off the other strap. The apron came falling down around her, draping around her hips like a half skirt. Her breasts were so much more developed than Nagato's little soft mounds where. If Kyon wasn't so terrified he would have lost it then and there.

"How do I know this isn't some kind of trap, or another one of your experiments?" He stammered, his pants bulging against his will. "Maybe instead of killing me, you're going to have sex with me just to find out how Haruhi will react."

"That actually a pretty good idea." Asakura mused, but shook her head. "I've been reprogrammed, repurposed. Nagato Yuki made it so that I couldn't hurt you, even if I really, really wanted to."

That wasn't reassuring. "Reprogrammed you?" He asked, backing in to a wall, his eyes darting back and forth between her face and her breasts. "For what?"

She leaned in, her breasts pushing up fully against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Sex..."

Kyon gasped softly as he felt Asakura's hand run up his leg and press against the bulge in his pants. She turned around, proving to Kyon that she was indeed wearing nothing but the small apron that was hanging on the front of her now. Her beautiful curvaceous ass was only covered by the straps that tied behind her, acting like a bow over the world’s greatest present. Asakura bent over and arched her back, showing the extent of her round curves, making Kyon bulge press painfully against his pants. She ground up against him and lust overtook his fears and apprehensions.

Kyon's hands slipped down and grasped her hips, pulling closer as he ground back against her, he cock throbbing in his pants. She turned around and helped free him from his clothes. She knelt down in front of him and took his throbbing cock in to her mouth, making his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

"Wow." She coughed, "You're an eager boy. Is my Yuki not taking care of you?"

"Yuki..." Kyon stopped. "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you." She took his cock in her hands and started to stroke it. "I've been reprogrammed to help Nagato."

Kyon shook his head. "I mean, is this something you want to do? Or is this something you have to do?"

She ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock before answering. "It's hard to explain. Wanting something is different for a program. I live only to fulfill my purpose."

Kyon reached under her chin and tilted her gaze up to meet his. She was so beautiful, so strange. "Yes, but what do you want?"

She stood up and untied the apron, letting it fall to the floor. She lead him in to Nagato's room and pushed him down on to the bed. "I want to understand why Nagato chose this method to ease the tensions between you and Suzumiya Haruhi."

"She said it was because I was sexually frustrated." Kyon answered, his eyes trying to drink in every inch of her glorious body.

"Aren't we all." She sighed, lowering herself on to his cock.

Kyon hissed in pleasure, his hips grinding and thrusting up against hers. Her body felt completely different from Nagato's petit frame. Her vagina was much wetter and hotter than her quiet counterpart's, as if she was allowing her body to become more excited. Where Nagato's body was tight and delicate, Asakura's was rounder, fuller, soft and full of life. The way she rode him was more animated, her breathing and moaning full of passion and personality.

He reached his arms up around her and rolled her over on to her back. She wrapped her legs around him, her hips arching up to meet his thrusts. She was much more aggressive than Nagato was, letting herself get swept up in the moment. Kyon didn't know why he kept comparing Asakura to Nagato, maybe it was it because she was the only other girl he had been with. But now, all he could think about was Nagato and her cuter body, the adorable way she tried to hid her excitement, then soft panting moans as she gradually slipped in to ecstasy.

With the image of Nagato's eyes burnt in to his mind, he picked up the tempo, thrusting wildly in to Asakura's quivering hole. She clutched her arms around his back, body twitching and jerking, her lips digging in to his neck to suppress a long moan of ecstasy. Her pussy gushed with excitement but Kyon just kept thinking how much better he fit in to Nagato's tight hole. He gripped Asakura’s hips and bottom himself out, rocking his hips against hers as his cock pumps thick spurts of hot cum deep within her abdomen. Rather than try and ride it out any longer, Kyon was just kind of glad to be finished. He pulled out, leaving a messy trail behind him as he found his clothes and got dressed.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Asakura asked, still catching her breath.

"I've got to find Yuki." He stammered, heading for the door.

He wasn't sure where she would be because he was already in her apartment, but remembering the time they went stargazing, he headed up to her rooftop terrace and found her sleeping on one of her deck chairs. Instead of waking her up he just stood there, admiring the lovely sight of her delicate body illuminated by the soft moonlight. He approached her, watching her small chest rising and falling with every breath, completely in tune with the world around her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gently waking her from her slumber.

"Kyon..." She moaned, drowsy from her nap.

"Yuki I..." He breathed, unsure where he was going with any of this.

"You seem uncomfortable, anxious and unsatisfied. Did you not enjoy the "coffee" I arranged with Asakura Ryouko?" She brought her fingers up to motion air quotes for the word coffee.

Kyon just about lost it, there was nothing in the world more adorable than her. "I love you." He said, scooping her up in to a tight hug, pulling her so close he could feel her heart beating in excitement.

"Kyon..." She moaned softly, loosing herself in the warmth of his embrace.

End


Author's notes.

Wow, only I can take a story that was supposed to be pure smut and turn it in to a tear jerking romance. I mean, when I first started writing this the idea was she was nothing more than a warm sex doll, hence the name. But no, I had to go and make it all sappy and whatnot.

Anyways, the story is complete, but another chapter could develop their relationship more, but I think this ending ties everything together perfectly, except there was supposed to be an exchange of, Yuki saying "I thought sex with another person would keep things interesting and more enjoyable for you." And Kyon replying, "I'd rather just be with you." Or something. But timing and tempo left me with her just being speechless, which I think kind of shows more emotion on her part than that dialogue would have.

Also PhoenixHelix, the Asakura pairing was for you.