The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi

The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi Content: All sex depicted here is consensual. Kyon/Haruhi/Mikuru (M/F/F), some minor cum-inflation. After that, shower scene. Then, setup for another (different) M/F/F scene, and honestly, I didn't see this one coming. So, only the one sex-scene, pretty much, and then some plot. If you care about the plot (I swear, there is one!), then that'll explain some of what's going on. And leave you a _lot_ less surprised when.... Well, you'll see. ------------------------- I didn't know a lot, but I knew one thing. No matter how wonderful the sex that Mikuru and I had just had, Haruhi wasn't happy. What had Mikuru said? She wished she could have ... a baby with me? I really wish I had more time to think about that! That Mikuru, of all people.... How can I let myself think about that? Haruhi's unhappy! Her eyes aren't on me, but the far wall of the room, though. Before I can even think of what to say, she shakes her head abruptly and says, "We should clean up." She starts to squirm out from beneath Mikuru, and I quickly get off the pair. As we jostle Mikuru between us, the redhead shakes her head, seeming to blink off some effect as her eyes widen, lighting with panic. "Ah!" she gasps suddenly, turning around, clutching onto Haruhi before the brigade chief can get up from the futon. "No, no! We can't stop here!" As I look, Haruhi's scowl deepens, and she asks, "You want more of Kyon, huh?" Then, for a shuddering heartbeat, it looks like Haruhi's irritation is about to ignite to fury before her eyes flick to me and the spark dies, leaving her looking ... strangely ... hurt. "Y...yeah, okay ... why would you want to stop after just one taste?" Haruhi asks, putting on a smile that feels, to me, false, not actually meeting my eyes. Like me, Haruhi isn't particularly good at lying. "N...no, I mean ... y...you haven't ... um ... gotten...." Mikuru, naked, her belly swollen slightly with all of the seed I placed there, blushes crimson only now, as she lays atop Haruhi, her large breasts squished against Haruhi's only slightly smaller and firmer assets. "W...with Kyon," she manages to finish. Haruhi looks briefly confused before her eyes widen. "Huh? Y...you mean ... you want to...." "Aren't we closer, now?" Mikuru asks, almost desperately. "It's no fair to you to only let me have some of Kyon-kun! A...and ... it was ... my first time, so ... being held by ... both of my favorite people...." She trails off there, leaving both Haruhi and myself stunned. "Y.... Really?" Haruhi wonders, staring up into Mikuru's eyes in surprise. "Y...you.... I thought you liked Kyon!" she blurted out. "But ... me too?" Mikuru gives a shy nod. "A...and now ... I want to hold you, while Kyon-kun...." Of course, the cute redhead still can't bring herself to say it, but it's enough for Haruhi. Even she blushes a little in response. "S...so ... please?" Whatever was bothering Haruhi before, there's no sign of it now. "Alright!" she cheers, grinning, then grabbing Mikuru and rolling over, Haruhi on top of the older girl as she kisses Mikuru deeply, one hand sliding down to explore Mikuru's body, the other keeping herself steady. Mikuru's hands rise more hesitantly, tracing gently down Haruhi's back, slowly working her way down to Haruhi's rounded rear. "Okay," Haruhi says, breaking the kiss, raising her upper body, her groin on top of Mikuru's, allowing some space between them as she stares down at the redhead and shivers. "God," she moans, "this is what Kyon saw when he fucked you? I'm envious!" While I'm finding myself rising to the occasion already, I also redden a bit. Somehow, being a bystander now, I feel a little embarrassed about what I just did. "H...hey, Kyon?" Haruhi asks, turning to look at me. "Can I get you and Mikuru-chan to do a little role-playing with me?" It immediately clicks that this is an opportunity to try and make up for whatever upset Haruhi earlier. "I don't really know how, but for you, of course," I tell her earnestly. She blushes slightly at that, then turns to look at Mikuru. "I forgot my dice?" the time-traveler offers, along with a puzzled smile. Haruhi blinks at her, along with me. "I'm amazed you even know that reference," she murmurs. "But, no -- it's a different kind of playing around, Mikuru-chan; it's kind of a little bit acting, and kind of a little bit role playing, and a whole lot of intense fucking." "Okay?" Mikuru offers, cutely nervous, but still smiling. "S...so, kind of a...." She trails off and shoots me a scowl, as though challenging me. "Don't make fun of me," she pouts. "I.... I have no idea what you're going to say," I tell her. "What is this about?" "I have a fantasy, okay?" she says, somewhat defensively. "W...what is it?" Mikuru wonders. "T...that...." Haruhi lowers her gaze to Mikuru's. "That I, um, get seduced by a really cute girl, okay? But ... right in the middle she surprises me by having her boyfriend join in. And ... I fight against it at first, but it's so good...." "You have a fantasy of being ... er ... assaulted?" I wonder. "It's not a rape fantasy!" Haruhi snaps, her face reddening. "I'm into it, just ... er...." After a quiet moment she admits, "...it's kind of a rape fantasy." Really? I guess ... maybe to someone as strong as Haruhi that idea's attractive? "I.... Okay, that's kind of complicated for beginners like us," I say, offering a smile, "but if that's what you like, then I'll try and make you happy." It's strange to me, but if that's what she wants ... I think I'll be okay with it? Anyway ... it'll be between them before I get involved, so I should have time to ready myself. Really, I liked watching Haruhi and Mikuru kiss before, so.... Haruhi's face reddens even further, and she looks back down at Mikuru. The older girl has a strange smile as she looks up at Haruhi -- it's actually ... almost sinister. Almost, except that it's Mikuru, so it's still cuter than anything else. "U...um, okay," she says, nodding, then leaning upwards to kiss her lips gently. "Um, s...so, I've, um, seduced you?" Haruhi sighs, shaking her head and smiling. "You're hardly even trying, but ... yeah, okay, you're playing innocent and cute to distract me, letting me think I'm getting the upper hand." "Yes!" Mikuru agrees, smiling more widely. Haruhi snorts before laying herself atop Mikuru's body again, gently rubbing her pubic arch against the older girl's. Mikuru spreads her legs, her hands lowering to Haruhi's rear as the brigade chief adjusts her position to account for this, her knees spread slightly. From behind, I have a perfect view of Haruhi's sex, lips already spread and glistening with anticipation. "Mmph," Haruhi noises, breaking the kiss. "So, you've invited me into your bed because you're lonely?" "Er, oh, yes," Mikuru agrees belatedly. "Um, s...so thanks for coming over! It's um, cold and lonely here!" "Well, I can warm you up~!" Haruhi's roving hand traces across Mikuru's belly and through the thatch of her hair, toying with the fleshy button atop her sex before slipping a finger inside with a slick noise. "Ah~! No, don't let Kyon's.... N...no!" Mikuru protests. Sure enough, Haruhi's stirring digit has come away slick with a mix of Mikuru's juices and mine. "Try and stay in character!" Haruhi complains, poking her finger towards Mikuru's lips, which part to happily suck it clean. "Ugh. Oh, who's Kyon? I thought you were alone?" "Eh.... Oh! Kyon's my, um, boyfriend!" Mikuru exclaims. Haruhi groans and suddenly lays limp atop the older girl her head resting to one side of Mikuru's. "Never mind," she sighs. "Whatever. Kyon, just put it in already." Well, when you put it like that.... I kneel between Haruhi's feet and place one hand on her rear, which is thrust upward slightly now that she's resting atop Mikuru. "Are you sure?" I ask. I can shuffle forward easily enough, but she doesn't really sound as enthusiastic about it. "Yeah," she says, stirring, then looking back over her shoulder at me, slowly smiling in a sultry grin. "You're right; Mikuru-chan isn't ready for that kind of role-play. But that doesn't mean we can't still have fun! Come on, Kyon -- Mikuru-chan's right, I've been waiting for your cock long enough." That's more like it. Reassured, I shuffle forward, a but uncertain at this arrangement. Mikuru's legs are spread widely, and I have enough room to reach Haruhi, guiding the head of my member to slide against the wet lips of her sex. Stray moisture drips down from her, splashing onto Mikuru's crotch, prompting the redhead to groan eagerly, as Haruhi pants, before moving to kiss Mikuru. Given that cue, I press into her slippery heat. My shaft slides into her more easily than it had into Mikuru, encountering less resistance, though she's still snug. It doesn't take long at all for me to have my groin pressed tightly to Haruhi's soft rear. "Uuugh," she groans, as she lets Mikuru free from their kiss. "G...god! H...hold still a minute, Kyon!" "Are you okay?" I ask worriedly. "Fine," she pants, her snug passage tightening around me, like a squeeze of reassurance. "Ooh; I don't have any toys as big as you! Give me a minute -- you're bigger than I imagined!" I guess I never realized I was so big? "He feels so good, though!" Mikuru says. "Oh, Suzumiya-san, he's going to fill you so full, just like me -- even more, I bet!" Haruhi squeezes around me with a tiny gasp; an involuntary reaction? "Y...yeah," she agrees shakily. "Okay, Kyon -- fuck me like you mean it!" I drop my hands to her hips, working my fingers against her for a minute to make sure she has no complaints about my grip before I swing my own hips back, dragging my length out of her nearly completely. She unleashes a frustrated groan, and I plunge back in firmly, forcing out a quiet grunt of satisfaction. Mikuru wriggles around beneath us, her ankles going around my hips, shocking me when the shy time-traveler, of all people, encourages me to pick up the pace! Haruhi's rear makes a fleshy slap when I drive into her faster, prompting her clenching to become irregular as her breath quickens. "Oh, oh yeah!" she cries out. "Like that!" Just like everything else between them, Haruhi's womanhood is different. It's easier to slide into, but tightens up just as much; I guess Haruhi has better control? Each wet drive sends more and more fluid trickling down, dripping across Mikuru's belly and onto her own excited womanhood. "Uh! Uuuh! Faster, yeah, harder!" "Yes!" Mikuru encourages, holding Haruhi tight against herself, her ankles encouraging my pace even more. "Bigger and harder; Kyon-kun, give her everything!" As Haruhi and Mikuru wish, I eagerly obey, throwing more strength into it, watching her body shake and shudder with the impacts as she demands still more. I can feel myself growing even harder inside her, every slam making my balls tingle and swell slightly more with expectation. That same coiling tension begins building again, promising to be even stronger than before once it releases. "I'm close! I'm close!" Haruhi cries. Even though I can feel her going wild around me, and it excites me further, I'm further away than that. Strangely, I can't keep the grin that forms on my face down; I'm going to make her finish before I do. I wonder if I can get her off twice? Deciding that's my goal, I slow down a bit, knowing she's close, and begin experimenting. Shifting from side to side, trying to rub her inner walls in a different way elicits a pleased, startled moan, but doesn't seem especially more effective. Trying to shift my body slightly lower, so that my member hit the top of her passage seems to really excite her, but it's difficult for my back to do for long. "S...Suzumiya-san!" Mikuru cries. "Oh, listen, listen!" Still, I learn to add a twisting plunge that makes her cry out -- before I find out that if I climb slightly higher on her and drive more of my weight down onto my member, she's got a sweet-spot that makes her womanhood spasm and clench wildly around me. "H...huh?" Haruhi manages to ask, between gasps, when I'm not tormenting her. "W...what, Mikuru-chan?" Before the redhead can answer, I climb on top of Haruhi, and she tightens so much, driving her down into the gasping time traveler that my resistance is rapidly crumbling. "G...gonna come, gonna come," Haruhi groans. "Uh! Come together! Together!" She's probably right; I doubt I can get her off twice after all. Somehow, that doesn't actually bother me that much right now. "Fill her up!" Mikuru urges. "Lots and lots, Kyon-kun! Because, Suzumiya-san, when you invited me over to your house last month?" "Okay," I gasp, feeling my vision grow hazy ... but at this point, I couldn't stop or slow if she begged me; the tension has built insurmountably. "Oh, oh-- OH!" Haruhi screams, shuddering, her body clenching even more tightly than before, rippling, milking me the same way Mikuru did as her body quakes. I slump completely on her, groaning, trying not to crush Mikuru beneath us but still striving to bury myself as deeply as possible in Haruhi as I can. Mikuru's arms rise about both of us, managing to hold me against Haruhi, as her ankles lock my hips into place against Haruhi when-- Haruhi's squeezing and grunting beneath me sends me across the edge, and that wound tension detonates, exploding through my body, blasting into my testicles, and then torrenting out in a flood into Haruhi's hot, clenching depths, sucking eagerly away at me. "W...what?" Haruhi asks shakily, still trembling, still in the throes as we continue to come together, another torrent of my seed pumping into her, feeling like my length itself is melting into her core, prompting another inarticulate moan of pleasure from the girl. "Ah," Mikuru gasps. "I replaced your birth-control pills with fakes," the time-traveler explains, matter-of-factly. "And today is your 'unsafe' day!" I dimly realize what's happening, that I've already shot my seed into Haruhi -- _am still_ shooting my seed into her. I can't even bring myself to try and struggle against Mikuru, though; some part of my mind says, we've crossed that bridge. The sperm is there, more or less isn't going to make a huge difference. Some other part says, it feels too good to stop anyway. Some part of me that is actually powerless says, I should pull out immediately, and instead tries to somehow resist the traitorous spasms of my testicles, continuing to pump load after load into the girl beneath me. Her belly slowly swells and rounds out with the thickly splashing gurgle of my hot seed. "You're going to get pregnant for sure!" Mikuru gasps. "Your womb is stretching to hold all of Kyon-kun's, um, s...stuff -- isn't it so good, Suzumiya-san? Doesn't it feel wonderful?" "N...no!" Haruhi cries out suddenly, driving herself backwards, grinding against me as her inner passage manages -- impossibly -- to tighten around me more even more, sucking the seed straight out of my body, not letting a single drop spill out of her. "I d...didn't.... Uh.... S...so ... good...." "Right?" Mikuru encourages excitedly. "Wonderful?" "Wonderful," Haruhi pants wildly. Both of us, then, slaves to our passions.... If anything, I'm coming even more strongly at this, and Haruhi shows no signs of slowing down either. "S...sorry," I groan in shame. "N.... Ah.... F...fuck it," Haruhi grunts. "It's okay, Kyon; it's you-- Ah! Yes! More cum-- _More_!" "Ah ... H...Haruhi ... I love you," I gasp out. And then ... a final wave of release comes over me, with Haruhi's last permission; an surge so intense that everything goes black again. *** When I come to my senses, I'm laying on the futon between Haruhi and Mikuru, both girls curled up on either side of me. Their eyes are closed, and it's just the final bits of twilight, by the light on the ceiling. Mikuru's breathing is slow and relaxed. Haruhi's is quieter, and not as slow. I slowly turn to look at her. We're all still naked, I think, though somewhere, Haruhi found a sheet to drape across us. Her chocolate eyes are on me, and her lips are quirked in a smile. "Was it good for you?" she asks softly. "Today was the best day of my life," I answer honestly. "Um ... a...are you okay.... M...maybe we should get a day-after-pill?" I have no idea what else to do or say about that, though. Is that the right answer? "That was Mikuru's 'role-playing'," Haruhi answers with a shake of her head, though she brushes the blanket back to bare her breasts -- and the belly that's swelled out even further than Mikuru's had. If Mikuru were, say, four months pregnant, Haruhi looks about five. Though, really ... that's all ... my seed in there. That ... can't be right. Normal people can't do that, can they? "She surprised me; I came like a freight-train," Haruhi adds, wriggling close to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Then again, so did you; you were magnificent, Kyon. Usually, falling asleep at the end is something to be embarrassed about -- but this was your first time, and you came three times!" Mikuru giggles quietly, revealing that she wasn't asleep. "I was worn out, too," she admits. "Um, Suzumiya-san...?" "Yeah, it's safe now," Haruhi agrees. "Okay, Kyon, we can get to the showers without getting caught, so let's go. Oh, and before you get worried about what any of this means ... I'd like to keep doing what we did today with both of you, alright?" I wonder about the fact that I didn't hear Haruhi reply to my confession. Did she hear? Did she think it was in the passion of the moment and I didn't mean it? It doesn't matter, though. "I'd like that," I agree. "Me, too!" Mikuru chimes in, sitting up, shyly holding the blanket over her chest, despite everything we just did. She'll probably always be cute, I guess. Is this really okay, though? I can't think about that next, because Haruhi gathers up all of our clothes and leads us in a chase to the showers. After that, Mikuru and I, both running and trying to cover ourselves and also eye the other, chase after her. Running naked through the halls of the school hand-in-hand with Mikuru, chasing Haruhi to try and reclaim our stolen clothes.... I think even Mikuru will admit that it's kind of fun; we get to the showers without alerting the night watchman. Grinning cutely, one hand rubbing her very full stomach, fingers running across her taught skin, Haruhi tosses our clothing on a bench and steps into the nearest stall, turning the shower there on and adjusting the water. Deciding that I've been passive enough in all of this, I give Mikuru's hand the most reassuring squeeze I can before releasing it, stepping behind Haruhi and wrapping my arms around her. She startles slightly, then smiles up over her shoulder at me before beckoning Mikuru closer. "You were screaming like a banshee," Haruhi tells the older girl as she pulls her into our three way hug. "You had a pretty good time, huh?" "Yes!" Mikuru agrees happily. For me, with one hand clasped casually atop Haruhi's chest, having Mikuru's squish against the other side is quite nice, too. The pair kiss, Mikuru a bit embarrassed, but still enthusiastic as she responds, and seeing the steam rise, I direct the three of us into the stream of hot water. The girls break from their kiss to gasp, both of their voices sweet in my ears. Haruhi wriggles against me, her soft rear grinding against my member before my arms loosen enough for her to turn around. Leaning up, her lips press against mine as her wet chest slides against mine, beads of hot water spraying across all three of us. Giggling quietly, Mikuru moves behind me, and for a minute, as I kiss Haruhi, I get to enjoy being in the middle of a sandwich between the two of them. "Okay," Haruhi decides, grinning when her lips leave mine. "Enough playing around; Mikuru-chan and I would both go for round three, I think, but there is too much of a good thing! It was good, but I'm probably going to be a bit sore for a while -- Mikuru-chan, too, right?" "U...um, a bit, but in a good way," the time traveler agreed, hugging my back still. "Speaking of all the stretching we've done, Mikuru-chan, how long are you going to try and keep Kyon's cum inside you?" I can feel the face against my back heat up. "U...um, I should let it ... out now?" she asks meekly. Haruhi snorts, lathering a washrag before splashing some suds across her chest. "As fun as it is, you do look bigger ... wouldn't be surprised if your clothes didn't fit right either. And, how do you expect Kyon to fuck you again and pump more cum into you?" Mikuru breaks away when Haruhi gently detaches her from me, rubbing Mikuru's large, trembling breasts with the washrag. The older girl blushes very darkly, shyly mumbling, " U...um...." "You know, it's cute that you're shy, Mikuru-chan~! Kyon, look at how she blushes when you say something crude!" Haruhi snickers, grinning as she finishes scrubbing Mikuru's torso. "Eh, can't you say something?" "N...not really," I mumble, a bit embarrassed. "You know I don't talk like that!" "Eh?" Haruhi wonders. "Well, then what do you call your cock? Or a pussy?" My face turns red as even Mikuru (still naked, covered with frothy suds that highlight her jiggling curves) looks at me curiously, wondering what my answer will be. "I...it's my ... er ... member," I mumble. "That's just wrong," Haruhi chortles at me. "_You_ and _Mikuru_-chan are my members! Along with Koizumi and Yuki, of course-- Haha, but what do you call a pussy, huh?" Right after she just laughed at me? But the mood is good -- so light I smile anyway, gently accepting her laughter, and Mikuru's embarrassed but also amused titter. "Your womanhood," I say, pretending pride in this choice, knowing they'll probably be amused anyway. Haruhi bursts into laughter. "Trying so hard to be a gentleman!" she chuckles. "Okay, that's actually pretty cute. Still, Mikuru-chan, don't you think he should call a pussy something else? Hey, what words do you use?" Mikuru blushes, haltingly admitting, "U...um, my ... special place, and, um ... K...Kyon-kun's thing." "For you, that's okay. Kyon, get used to thinking of your cock as a cock, though; you're enough of a man you can be honest about this! Or at least something like 'dick' -- be more aggressive and proud about it!" "Since it seems you'll get more use out of it than me, okay," I agree with a smirk. "Good," Haruhi says, her cheeks oddly pink. "What should we have Kyon call a pussy?" "O...orchid," Mikuru suggests, surprising both Haruhi and myself. When we both look at her in surprise, her face looks about ready to melt when she admits, "I read that in a ... r...romance novel that I o...once read...." "I took you for the type!" Haruhi chortles. "Well, I'm okay with that, Mikuru-chan, but both of you have to use it. Heh, the petals of womanhood ... comparing it to a flower is a nicer word than 'cunt' or 'snatch'. Alright! Learn those words, Kyon!" "N...no, I swear!" Mikuru protests. "Nagato lent me the book -- I wouldn't pick it on my own!" "And I bet you never pretended that Kyon was the male lead while you were the young lady being ravished, either?" I can't help but smile. If that's what Haruhi wants, I'm completely okay with that. There were still questions to figure out, but then, of course, there was enough kissing between all three of us that I really got no thinking done. *** After that exciting day, I parted ways with Haruhi and Mikuru at the train station, getting home late and not minding the scolding I received. Really, I think anything would be worth what I just enjoyed. I keep having pleasant flashbacks to my time with Haruhi and Mikuru, adopting a stupid smile and staring off into space through the evening -- a problem that plagues me until the next day on the way to school, where I encounter Koizumi again at the train station. "I don't know what's been done, but Suzumiya-san's emotional state seems a bit better," he remarks as he draws closer, offering me an eager smile. "Er, good," I allow in response. "I can't discuss it, but I'll keep at it." He looks surprisingly vulnerable, his mask vanishing as an expression of genuine disappointment appears on his face. "Y...you can tell me what's going on, I hope?" he asks, almost pleading. "I.... This situation is an unknown to us; we really would appreciate any information you can share with us." "I can't let you in on this secret," I declare, turning away and preparing to charge up the hill-- and almost bouncing off the chest of Haruhi, standing before us at the bottom of the hill leading up to the school. Haruhi's expression is thoughtful, and eerily distant, fixed on me, not Koizumi. "Don't feel close enough," she mumbles, "huh? Is Koizumi bothering you?" Her eyes snap back into focus, locking on me. "What's going on, here?" "Just ... trying to keep some things private from Koizumi," I offer, hoping this will placate Haruhi. I don't want to talk about what we did yesterday in public, no matter how much I enjoyed it! Not that I'm ashamed, but.... Well, for Mikuru's reputation, and Haruhi's, at least.... And the idea of Koizumi knowing our business like that? Ugh -- too creepy! "We have nothing to hide from Koizumi," she assures me with a smile. "Really ... it starts with me and you, which I like, and then Mikuru-chan, and next probably Koizumi-kun -- or maybe Yuki-chan, eh?" "I...I'm to be included, then?" Koizumi asks cheerfully, his apprehension fading as a sick sense of unease rises within my stomach. "If it's to be a secret from me until then, I'll anticipate it eagerly!" "Y...." Haruhi starts to answer, then her attention goes from the esper to me, and her enthusiasm fades, replaced with the most fleeting sense of unease and worry -- before she gives me her blazingly confident smile. The one that sometimes reassures me, and sometimes alarms me ... and this time, for reasons I can't understand, worries me greatly. *** I rub at my forehead and look around the classroom, trying to remember.... Well, everything's a daze since that amazing encounter yesterday. No other students are around in the seats ahead of me at a glance, so I sigh, shaking my head and settling back. "Hey, Kyon," Haruhi asks, startling me slightly, letting me realize she was behind me and I just hadn't noticed. "You don't dislike Koizumi, do you?" That seems ... strangely like it should remind me of something. "The guy can be kind of annoying," I admit, absently, "but he's a good guy, really." "Annoying?" "Eh ... probably I'm just jealous over him being in an advanced class." "And getting all of the girls?" Ouch! Before I retort, I pause to consider that, returning, "I think I've got the best ones, so not that part so much." Anymore. She nods thoughtfully at that, turning to stare out the window, smiling as though she picked up my mental aside. "You don't ... think I put distance between you and your friends, do I?" "Where did this come from?" I ask, honestly bewildered. "I don't even understand the context, here!" She snorts, giving me a brief glance. "It goes like this. We're getting closer, but you spend more and more time with me ... and the Brigade. I like that, but...." She shifts her shoulders. "You had that friend ... that we ran into a time or two. I ... kind of ... let that bother me for a long while. I thought ... you know ... that you were dating her." After a quick glance at the rest of the classroom, still empty of other students, she adds, "Actually ... for a long while I thought you and she would have been each other's first fucks ... I thought you had that kind of closeness, you know?" I feel like Haruhi casually smashed me in the face with a hammer mid-conversation with that word choice. Me and Sasaki? Sasaki and I? That's ... no, that'd never happen in a million years. Don't get me wrong, that was the subject of almost all of my frantic fantasies in my third year of middle school, but I knew it was one-sided; she'd never consider me in that regard, even if we were truly great friends otherwise. "So, you used to whack it thinking of her?" Haruhi wonders. ...damn it. Did I just do that thing where I speak out loud when I thought I was thinking? "It's cute," Haruhi tells me, smirking. "I like how honest you really are when it happens. Not that you're a really deceptive guy, but...." She shrugs, giving me a thoughtful look. "You know, to be honest, some of my best jealous orgasms were imagining you and her going at it? Before we hooked up, I mean; I expect to get me another hot Kyon injection as I don't feel quite so stretched; Mikuru-chan would probably happily take a double!" She gives me a saucy wink that leaves me flabbergasted, my face burning with embarrassment. What is a 'jealous' orgasm, anyway? She just chuckles as another student -- Taniguchi -- steps in, whistling as he nods at the pair of us. *** At lunch, Koizumi comes to the classroom to call me aside. I want to avoid him, but I have a strange ... weird half-memory about him. Like there's something I'm forgetting ... so I go along with him, worried it might be something important. I can't help but be skittish around him, and he seems to pick up on it, withdrawing slightly and giving me more space than he usually does. Why is he bothering me, though? What's going on, here? "Kyon, I apologize," he says hurriedly, glancing around to see we're not being overheard, "but I must be a bit blunt; Suzumiya-san's emotional state has been fluctuating greatly recently, and we're a bit concerned. Last night, something happened to greatly stabilize her. This morning, something happened to briefly upset her, and ... then her tension went away abruptly. Our suspicion is that she wished for something to change, and before we could attempt to address her wishes ... her powers made that change." "That's ... interesting, but what changed?" I wonder. "I don't know," he admits. "And ... to be honest, Nagato-san ... does not speak to me, still, as easily as she does to you. Asahina Mikuru had nothing to offer us on this issue, either, except to explain that while she was protected from most changes, she was also likewise not able to notice most of them unless she was told to look for them specifically." "So?" "So ... we wish to ask you to find out more about what's going on from Nagato-san," he completes, spreading his hands in a shrug, before he stiffens, looking over his shoulder. I reflexively slide a half-step back from Koizumi at the sight of Haruhi staring at us from the end of the hall. What's going on? This feels ... weirdly familiar. "Koizumi bothering you, Kyon?" Haruhi asks suddenly, moving to my side and grabbing my hand, giving the esper a shockingly cold look. Wait, what? Haruhi adores Koizumi's yes-man attitude! What the hell is going on here? "Of course not!" I blurt out. "Koizumi and I are friends, Haruhi; he just makes me a bit nervous sometimes." I shut myself up before I can say anything else stupid; that was too much as it was. Not my best moment. "I.... Yes, there are reasons Kyon might want his space from me, but we are still friends," Koizumi agrees. "I, ah ... must see to calling an uncle about some upcoming part-time work." "Alright," Haruhi allows, as the esper dashes away. Haruhi heaves a tiny, frustrated-sounding sigh. "Is something wrong?" I ask her, ignoring the looks people are giving us for standing in the hallway, her holding my hands. Then again, this is Haruhi, and myself, known SOS Brigade members, so we don't get a _lot_ of looks at this point. "You're with me, so no," she says, giving me a smile that betrays a tiny hint of worry. I give her back the most confident grin I can. "Oh, you two finally started dating?" Taniguchi asks, the second another student -- a girl named Yanagimoto -- steps into the hall, almost bumping into him. "About time!" "Fuck off," Haruhi replies, almost indifferently, the hint of worry fading, before she adopts a smug grin. "I'm out of your league in any case, Mr. 'Five Minutes'." That's my Haruhi. *** That night, a full day from my little encounter with Haruhi and Mikuru (etched firmly and forever into my brain, thankyouverymuch), my mind wanders. First I think of Mikuru, the redhead gasping and moaning beneath me as I ... as Haruhi would say ... fucked her. I force myself to think of it that way. Oh, there was love there ... it could have been love-making, _too_. But, at least with Haruhi, with more physical intensity and less romantic involvement. Is that right? Both were good in their own ways, and I'm glad to be unable to prefer one to the other. I really thought that Mikuru would always be the best, but somehow, getting the chance to know them both.... Haruhi's energy really carries through into everything she does. So, a little wistful, I engage in a truly rare activity. I swear this is something I don't usually do. However, my erection is fully hardened, and with those images in my mind, my much more familiar hand wraps around my cock. I wish it were Haruhi touching me, but my own hands are comfortingly familiar in a way. In case you having figured it out, I'm enjoying myself in the way Haruhi calls 'whacking off'. Hey; I'm a guy, you know. And really, the idea of Mikuru and Haruhi, hot and tight, waiting for me.... That sticks with a guy. You'd expect. Instead, I keep going back to old middle school fantasies of Sasaki. I don't know why ... maybe what Haruhi said earlier. I know them quite well, so even though those fantasies long ago gave out to images of Haruhi and Mikuru, they're fresh in my mind. My fantasy with Sasaki was pretty simple, if probably very juvenile. It was that some day, Sasaki be so attracted to or excited by me, even her legendary resistance was overcome. I'd be a gentleman about it, and she'd try and deny it, but it would feel so good she'd admit her feelings for me at the height of her passion, and.... And I kind of stop playing with myself because what used to be an enjoyable fantasy now just seems ... hopelessly stupid. Why fantasize about sex with Sasaki? She's a friend -- a very good one -- but she doesn't care for me in that way. And Haruhi does. So why would I think about her so much? Just because of what Haruhi said? I can't think of gratifying myself anymore, though, not like that. Annoyed, I tuck my still hard cock back into my underwear and pajamas, pulling my blanket across myself and sighing before the light switches on, oddly silently. I squint and blink in surprise and confusion, also sitting up and concealing my erection in a pile of bedding. Standing next to the light switch is -- of all people -- Nagato ... and standing next to her, blushing faintly and looking older and more mature than she did in my fantasies.... "Sasaki?" I blurt out in surprise. The brown-haired girl offers a refined giggle at that, giving me a look with one raised eyebrow that says, 'Even if you hide it, I know exactly what you were up to before we arrived'. "Kyon-kun," she replies agreeably, hands clasped before her, incidentally drawing my eyes down to her waist. Nagato is dressed in her pajamas, purple with a button-up top. I guess ... those are Sasaki's pajamas, then? It's ... sexier than I ever expected from her, that's for sure; just a dusty blue nightgown that shows a surprising amount of cleavage and ends mid-thigh, showing a wide expanse of smooth, pale flesh. "This is a bit more awkward than I had anticipated, but it's very good to see you again, even if it's like this!" the girl says brightly. Without much sign of hesitation or nervousness, she pulls my chair from my desk and turns it to face me, smiling before she sits carefully, crossing one leg over the other. From here, I have the perfect glimpse of a pale blue triangle of her panties between her thighs, and I quickly drag my gaze to her face ... detouring briefly to admire the unexpected cleavage. Judging by her expression, she knows exactly where my eyes were, and found it somewhat amusing. "Er, yeah," I manage, looking to Nagato in confusion. "What's going on? This is like a dream, almost...." "Very like a dream," Sasaki agrees. "Ah ... I can explain some things to you that Nagato-san here cannot; that's actually why she came to me for help. Unfortunately, the situation is difficult to explain." "Nagato can't explain something to me?" I wonder, looking at the small girl watching the pair of us impassively. In return, she gives her head a tiny shake. "Suzumiya Haruhi in unready to allow awareness," she replies. "Attempting to go against that directly will damage the link I have established with her." "She explained some of this to me ... in the way I suspect you understand all somewhat odd things better than I do. As I understand it ... well, Kyon, please try not to be too embarrassed; you're my friend and I don't mean to judge you. But just as sometimes you let cruel words spill from your mouth without meaning, I may do the same. You understand that I care about you, that we are truly friends, right?" "I think so?" I ask, really worried and confused by this situation. What's going on? "As I understand it ... Suzumiya-san caused -- and endured -- something horrible," Sasaki says, shrugging somewhat vaguely. "Specifically, I don't know yet. There may be clues, and I can try to puzzle it out ... but Suzumiya-san doesn't wish to accept what she did. In other words, because of her concern and care for you, she _undid_ that thing ... whatever it was." I ... can see Haruhi rewinding time or rewriting reality before she can admit she made a grave error, actually. This is scary stuff! "D...did she change me?" I ask, worried. "Physically," Nagato agrees. "The mass and rigidity potential of your phallus was increased by eighteen and thirty percent, respectively. Additionally, your volume of ejaculate was increased by two orders of magnitude." I can only stare, eyes widening. Haruhi did _what_?! "A...ah," Sasaki answers, blushing, her smile widening. Don't laugh at me! This isn't funny! Her smile vanishes as she uncrosses her legs to sit up straight, bowing slightly -- incidentally giving me a view between her breasts when her nightgown falls away from her a little. Oh, my mind ... directing my eyes there even when I should be panicking about what Haruhi did to me. "Please keep calm," Sasaki says, very apologetic. "I don't mean to laugh at you, Kyon ... but this situation, a little...." She straightens up, amusement in her eyes, and gives me a very reassuring, confident smile. "This also, a little way, might be a clue as to what happened. Please think of it this way ... Suzumiya-san wants you to be her ideal. She gave you that because the thought it would make you happier. "Knowing who you are, Kyon, you're more complicated than a person who would just be happy by having, er ... above-average physical endowments. At the same time, just like me, if it were to happen ... I think you would put up a bigger fuss than you really felt. After all, you're a smart, thoughtful person; you wouldn't want to admit that you were pleased by something that most people would find so petty, right?" "What ... do you mean, if it were to happen to you?" I ask cautiously, before I agree. Sasaki straightens up, one hand going to a breast as her eyes went away. "In ... a similar situation, if I were to wake up one day with ... a nicer figure, well, I'd complain on the surface that it were shallow and petty, but being perfectly, completely honest ... I would also be a little happier that I were better looking. What can we do about it, though?" she asks, shrugging, her smile just as relaxed, as reassuring as I recalled. "We're human, after all. "So, I think neither you nor I would look for such things ... but if you've gotten it, as I understand things ... is it really that bad?" ...well, listening to Sasaki, and considering how much fun it really _was_ hearing Mikuru and Haruhi tell me how big I was.... "I guess not," I mumble. Sasaki shifts around, crossing her legs the other way. "Still.... I can deduce then that Suzumiya-san's action, whatever it was, related to sex somehow." Her cheeks slightly pinkening, she asks, "Kyon ... are you and Suzumiya-san having sex?" I blush beet red and can't meet her eyes, not answering the question. "I see!" Sasaki exclaims. "Ah ... well, you do know that I say this only wishing to help, but could you please share all of the details with me?" "What?" "Kyon ... Suzumiya-san is afraid of hurting you. On occasions, she may even make you forget things, because she isn't sure how else to handle it. She's not a bad person and she means well, though ... at least, that's what I believe. In this instance, I am here to try and help you solve your way through this strange situation. "Nagato-san knows a little, but is very limited in what she can tell us. Nagato-san?" At that prompting, the quiet alien girl blinks, explaining, "Suzumiya Haruhi experienced extreme emotional trauma in response to a reaction to one of her actions; in other words, careless words on her part caused a result her subconscious mind would not accept. At this point, despite maintaining a strong demeanor, Suzumiya Haruhi is extremely anxious about causing negative reactions from you, as Sasaki has deduced. "To this end, Suzumiya Haruhi has already affected minor changes to the world. In expectation of this, I have linked myself to her to limit the scope of those changes and ensure that they are beneficial as a whole, or will not otherwise cause dangerous issues." "...so, like last December, but you made yourself Haruhi's supervisor instead of going your own way?" I wonder. "That seems to match my understanding," Sasaki agrees. "Furthermore, Nagato-san has identified one other thing about Suzumiya-san's goals that she was able to share with me -- which ties in to my understanding of what hurt you." "Well ... what is it, then?" I ask anxiously. Blushing more deeply, Sasaki smiles, looking on the very verge of laughter. "I hope you won't laugh at me too much, since it's part of why I'm here," she admits. "Keep in mind that ... well, I suspect by now, even you've stopped pretending not to notice how much she cares about you? Suzumiya-san is in a difficult position where she wishes you to have something, but also becomes jealous when she sees you have it. So, I wish to help in that, in some small way, however I can." "What ... do you mean?" I wonder, confused. "Some of Suzumiya Haruhi's changes have not been fully verified and need to be double-checked to ensure there are no long-term risks or drawbacks," Nagato offers. She finishes the explanation by concluding, "Suzumiya Haruhi wishes you to gain positive sexual experiences." No longer meeting my eyes, Sasaki's laughter escapes as a nervous chuckle, as my eyes go back to her nightgown-clad figure -- and then back to Nagato. "Excuse me?" I cough out. "Suzumiya-san wants you to have enjoyable ... sex," Sasaki repeats, looking like she's actually enjoying this, even though she can't meet my eyes and even she is blushing. "So ... since I wish to help you with your trial, no matter how difficult it might be ... knowing the details of your encounter with Suzumiya-san will help me understand better. I realize it's embarrassing, but perhaps that is why Nagato chose to have this meeting in our bedclothes; in some measure, are we not on equal grounds? "Therefore, even if it is embarrassing, I would like to hope that as a close friend, you trust me enough to share this with me. I'll understand if it's too private, but I want to help, and therefore, must ask. Please, Kyon? Can you describe your sexual encounter with Suzumiya-san to me? And, I beg of you, spare no details!" ------------------------- I did not originally have a plan for Sasaki, but then someone asked in a review if I'd be introducing her. I thought, "Well ... Sasaki's an awesome character, and my pre-reader was complaining about some other story that bashed on Sasaki pretty hard (posted elsewhere I guess; I don't see it here!) ... why not let Sasaki in on this?" And so, well, it's gonna happen. I'm actually getting really excited about Sasaki/Kyon ... hope I can make it somewhat romantic without overshadowing Kyon/Haruhi. :D I'd like to pause here to thank Beef Jerkins, #1 writer for Haruhi on this site (your words mean a lot to me!), John Madden (you know who was an awesome lemon fic writer? Brett Farve!), krakenknight, and especially Leeslane (you gave me the Sasaki idea! :D) for their feedback and encouragement! I'm really nervous about this story, so if you tell me what I'm doing wrong, I'll gladly adjust in future chapters (like how Haruhi got Kyon to actually start using dirty words in narrative this chapter). Thank you all~!