Ningyo

It used to be that whenever Haruhi snapped at Kyon, he would just put up with it. The countless badgering, the endless torment, he could just grit his teeth and smile. But recently her words were drilling deeper under his skin, and he couldn't help himself. He snapped.

"Why can't you do anything right?!" Haruhi shouted as Kyon fumbled with the camera she was making him use to help pseudo-molest Mikuru.

"Because you're an insufferable bitch!" Kyon shouted back, letting the camera clatter to the floor as the door slammed behind him.

For a normal high school student, an outburst like that would have led to dirty looks and weeks of silence, but unfortunately for Kyon, his life was far from normal. As he walked home, he heard heavy footsteps chasing after him.

"What, are you looking for an apology?" Kyon sneered as he turned around, expecting to see a teary eyed Haruhi.

But it was Koizumi standing there, grinning like he always did. "No, but one would be nice. You've really did a number with this one."

"What are you..." Kyon started to say before the sky caught his attention.

It was kind of hard to tell, but mixed with the normal scenes of sunset, there were large gashes torn out of the very sky itself. There were dark grey spaces and shimmering areas, all adding up to a storm of chaos. Kyon had seen this before.

"Closed Space?" He gaped, staring up at the sky.

"Yeah." Koizumi smiled, sounding slightly overwhelmed. "Suzumiya's emotional distress it spilling over in to the real world. Luckily the only people that can see it are ones that have dealt with her so called closed space. I'm just hopping my collogues can take care of the giants in their world before the battle spills over in to ours."

"It's her fault... really." Kyon said, trying to convince himself more than Koizumi.

"Is it now?" Koizumi mused.

Later that night, laying in bed, Kyon tossed and turned, determined that it wasn't his fault.

Kyon woke the next morning, thanking god that it was the weekend. He wasn't sure how he was going to deal with Haruhi when next week rolled around, but he could deal with that when the time came. He brushed his teeth and hopped in the shower, letting his personal time run longer than normal. A quick jack always helped get rid of most of his frustration.

"Kyon-kun!" His little sister's voice called to him over the sounds of the shower. "Someone's at the door for you."

"Damn it." He muttered, he was so close too. Quickly drying off and tossing on his clothes, Kyon hurried to the door to find out who had ruined such a perfect morning.

"Nagato?" He stood there baffled. He would have expected anyone else before her.

"Can I come in?" She said, more of a suggestion than a question.

She was wearing her school outfit, making Kyon wonder if she owned anything else. He showed her in to the living room but she pushed her way on through to his bed room. There was an awkward silence between them. Kyon knew why she was there, but he wanted to avoid the subject as long as possible.

"How's it going?" He asked awkwardly.

She didn't answer, just stood there staring at him.

He never really knew how to talk to such a quiet girl. Needing to break the silence, he said the one word he was wishing to avoid. "Haruhi."

"Correct." Nagato replied. "The reason for my visit is related to Suzumiya Haruhi."

"Look, I didn't mean to snap like that." Kyon said, scratching the back of his head. "I'm just a little..."

"Sexually frustrated." Nagato finished for him.

Kyon was glad he didn't have a weak heart, because a sudden shock like that would have killed him. "I'm sexually frustrated?"

"That is correct." Nagato replied, talking as if this was a normal conversation topic. "It is normal for a male of your age to have sexual desires built up from increases in hormone levels, but what is unique in your situation is that your actions are affection Suzumiya Haruhi in ways that are altering the normal flow of data in areas you know as closed space."

Kyon sighed in frustration. "So you want me to be nicer to Haruhi?"

"Yes." She replied dully. "But to do so, I'm going to help you relieve your sexual frustration."

"I'm sorry, what?" Kyon asked, feeling a bit off edge.

"I'm going to help you relive you sexual frustration." She repeated.

There must have been something crazy stuck in his ear, because there was no way he had just hear what he thought he had heard. "My..."

"Sexual frustration." She finished for him, again.

So this is what a dream is like, Kyon thought to himself as he sat down on his bed. It all felt so real. He looked over at Nagato, to see if she was still there, she was. Laughing to himself, Kyon couldn't believe that Haruhi was effecting him so much that it was spilling over in to his dreams. As much as he would have liked to see where this dream was headed, he didn't seem right knowing it was a dream. He pinched his arm and opened his eyes, expecting to wake up feeling stupid. Nothing.

Nagato was still standing there, staring at him. He pinching his arm harder, determined to wake up. Nothing. What the hell was going on?

"Are you ready to get started?" Nagato asked softly, removing her jacket.

Kyon didn't know what to say. If this was real, what the hell was he supposed to do. His body tingled with naughty desires, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. "Is this alright?"

"You and I are both free from disease and I am not capable of becoming pregnant." She stated as she started to unbutton her blouse.

Kyon didn't know why he was fighting this so much. Any guy in this situation would have jumped at a chance like this. But something just didn't add up, he didn't feel right. "But couldn't I just jack off or something? Wouldn't that fix the problem?"

"No." Nagato replied as the last button of her shirt came undone. "You are no long satisfied with masturbation, which is why you have become frustrated."

Kyon couldn't believe what was happening. Nagato's open shirt was hanging lazily from her shoulders and she was starting to undo her skirt. "Wait, this isn't right..." He stammered, not knowing what else to say.

"Am I not adequate? My body was intentionally left partially developed so that I would attract less attention, but I can still perform sexual activities." She explained calmly.

It was funny, Kyon knew that Nagato was a girl but he had never really thought of her in that kind of way. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, but Nagato was just Nagato. But seeing her half dressed like that made it hard for him to keep ignoring how attractive she was.

"No, you're well past adequate." He said awkwardly, scratching his head. "Actually I think you're really cute."

She just stared at him blankly. "Then shall we begin?"

Again, Kyon couldn't believe how hard he was trying to resist. "Are you okay with this?"

Nagato hesitated for the first time of the night. She pondered the question as if she had never thought of her own feelings before. With a strange series of blinks, her focus returned with a strange look of determination. "Yes. I'm am willing to do what needs to be done to stop any further catastrophic changes in the flow of data."

"But what about you?" Kyon asked, hoping to talk her out of it.

"I'm am fine with it." She replied quickly, adding. "Participating in sexual intercourse would be a way of observing unique data."

So she was curious? Kyon smiled. He hated the idea of Nagato using herself because of Haruhi's immaturity, but the idea of her having sex out of curiosity was kind of cute. "Are you sure there's no other way?"

Nagato's skirt hit the floor and she started pulling her shirt off. "No. If you were to get a girl friend and relieve you sexual frustration with her, there is a high likely hood of Haruhi becoming even more unstable."

"And if I were to do it with Haruhi?" Kyon mused playfully.

"Her emotions are too unstable for me to speculate. Both the issues of your frustration and her unstable emotions might be fixed, or the world might become unstable, be destroyed and then rewritten." Nagato explained as her shirt followed her skirt in to the neat pile she was making on the floor.

"So I have no choice?" Kyon sighed, trying to convince himself that he wasn't just jumping at the chance of free sex.

"You always have a choice." Nagato said, her eyes filled with forceful intrigue.

Kyon knew the reason behind her curiosity. He had free will, but he doubted an alien program like her even fully understood the concept. "Then I choose yes."

Nagato didn't smile, but her eyes sure shown the faintest glimmer of relief. "Shall we begin?"

Thinking he was ready for sex and actually being presented with it were two very different things. The wild idea of bending the quiet girl over and having his way with her excited him beyond belief, but his nerves were getting to him. Nagato's body, hidden only by very plain under garments, looked so delicate and tantalizing that his body ached to touch it.

"You do not need to hold back." Nagato stated, sensing his overwhelming reluctance. "You will not be able to resolve your frustration unless you fully enjoy this."

Easier said than done. Seeing Nagato in nothing but her under wear was driving him insane. His fingers trembled as his mind forced them to reach out and feel Nagato's creamy skin. As his finger tips met the gentle edge of her bare shoulder, his mind went numb with sensation. He couldn't believe how warm she felt, how soft her skin was. Seeing that nothing bad happened from touching her body, he slowly traced his hand lower, fingers trembling as they reached the softer bit of flesh of the top of her breasts. He hesitated, looking in to Nagato's eyes for any sign to stop. But she just stared back, her eyes curious and focused on his every move. Lost in disbelief, he moved his hand lower, his palm cupping her small breast through the thin fabric of her bra. Angels rejoiced in his mind as the soft warm firmness filled his hand, melding to his touch. Ginning like a kid in a candy shop, Kyon brought his other hand up to Nagato's other breast, groping it as gently as he did with the other.

"Would you like me to remove the rest of my clothing now?" Nagato asked in a painfully dull tone.

There weren't words left in Kyon's mouth to answer her question. He just simply swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded fervently.

Nagato face stayed blank as she reached back and unclasped her bra. She unceremoniously dropped it with her other clothes. Making no effort to cover her small breasts, she reached down, hooking her thumbs through the waist band of her panties and lowered them down her legs. Kyon fought his natural reaction to turn away, telling himself over and over that she wanted him to look. Stepping out of her last piece of clothing, Nagato stood there in front of Kyon, completely naked and not seeming the least bit embarrassed. Her soft breasts stood pert and enticing on her tender chest. Her lean body, although short, seemed to stretch on for miles, her gentle curves drawing his eyes all over her body. Her slim profile and nearly nonexistent hips pulled him closer, taut stomach and slender legs drawing focus on her hairless crotch. Soft supple lips held tightly to her body, begging Kyon towards her.

He felt stupid for still being clothed. As quickly as he could, he kicked off his clothes, not caring where they landed. But as he made for his boxers, a slight hesitation reached his fingers. This would be the first time a girl had seen him naked. He had no right to feel embarrassed when Nagato had so quickly undressed in front of him. Mentally bracing himself, he slid down his boxers, feeling his cock spring up in excitement. Still worked up from his unfinished business in the shower and overwhelmed by the sight of Nagato's naked form, Kyon's cock throbbed harder than it ever had before.

"How do you want me?" Nagato asked plainly.

Kyon couldn't believe his ears. To be asked such a question left him so stunned that all he could do was gawk at her. Realizing that Kyon wouldn't be able to answer, Nagato laid down on her back with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. Kyon knew what was supposed to happen next, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Shall we proceed?" Nagato asked, straining her neck to look at Kyon.

"Don't I need a condom or something?" Kyon asked, stalling for reasons he no longer understood.

"No." Nagato replied a little quicker than necessary. "A prophylactic would be unnecessary and would lower your overall satisfaction."

Well, there was no arguing with that logic. Kyon moved himself between Nagato's knees, taking in the full view of her hairless vagina. It looked so cute, so small, so tight that Kyon hardly thought he'd be able to fit his cock inside of her without hurting her. He wasn't massive by any standards, just under eight inches, but she just seemed so small and delicate he didn't know how it would work.

Nagato seemed to shiver just slightly as if mentally preparing herself for what was to come. Reaching down, she pulled her tiny folds apart, revealing the gentle pink of her alluring vagina. The faintest hint of moisture clung like morning dew on her rosy pink petals. Kyon's mind raced at what he saw, forgetting to breath so long the room began to spin. Without telling them too, his hips moved forward, the tip of his cock pressing against the squishy hot flesh. The overwhelming heat enveloped the sensitive tip of his cock, making him weak with pleasure.

"Feel free to use my body to your fullest satisfaction." Nagato stated in a tone someone would use when reading a phone book. "If you are to quell your biological urges, you'll have to feel free in this moment."

Kyon couldn't believe such an erotic thing could be said in such a serious manner. Her stark detachment from the overwhelming pleasure Kyon was feeling really made it hard for him to feel comfortable. But his wild urges started to seep in to his brain, pushing out his reluctance and replacing it with an overwhelming need to feel himself inside of Nagato's body. With one slow thrust, Kyon inched his way in to her unimaginable tight vagina, feeling a whole new world of pleasure.

The heat made his whole body shiver, the inescapable tightness hugged his cock like a vice. The further he pushed, the deeper she went. It hurt his mind to think how deep she was. Considering how tight she was, Kyon wouldn't have been surprised if he couldn't fit more than a few inches inside of her. But as his pelvis met hers, he stared in amazement as the entire length of his cock was hidden within her body, enveloping him in a tight glove of ecstasy.

Nagato let out one slightly suppressed sigh, but other than that, made no indication that anything had changed. But Kyon wasn't going to let her little quirks interrupt a moment as incredible as this. He pulled his cock back, feeling the tight wall of her vagina sucking against his every inch as he moved. There was no preparing himself for the sensation he felt as his cock met the cold air outside the warmth of her vagina. His spine cringed and he shoved his cock back in to Nagato, desperate for her warmth again.

This rough thrust, along with the little extra penetration his effort gained, made Nagato nearly gasp in pleasure. Only the slightest sound escaped her lips, not enough to be considered a moan, but enough to drive Kyon wild with desire. It was the first time he had hear her react in any way to anything and it was just so cute that he had to hear it again. He pulled his cock back, catching his breath for a second, before ramming it home once again. This time Nagato let out the faintest squeal, hiding it beneath a jutted breath.

Again and again he thrust, fighting the overwhelming urge to cum, desperate to hear her moan just once. It was nearly impossible to hold on much longer, this being the single most overwhelming sensation of pleasure he had ever felt in his life. But something about her voice begged to be freed. He brought one of his hands to the tip of her mound, teasing his thumb over the place where her clitoris was hidden. The effects were immediate, Nagato's legs flexing and straining around him. He gritted his teeth and pumped his faster, holding on as long as he could. He traced his thumb faster, deeper, massaging her most sensitive nub, making her body grow rigid and her back arch.

The more he moved the more she whined, gasped, breathed. But she didn't once make a real sound of pleasure. Venturing back out in to the cold, Kyon pulled out and teased her sensitive entrance with the tip of his cock. The heat of his cock and the wetness from her excitement seemed to be enough to push the quiet girl past her comfort zone. First a hiss escaped from between her teeth, then a low groan in her throat. Sensing the moment, Kyon shoved his cock back in, all the way to hilt. Then he hear it, the quick grunt that escaped her lips, followed by the cute little ruffled moan he had ever heard in his life. Her felt her vagina contract around his cock, as if her body was trying to draw in closer. The sudden jolt of tightness sent Kyon over the edge, his shoulders jutting, body growing tight, his legs quivering. His cock throbbed twitched, hot seed bursting deep in to Nagato's tiny vagina, filling her. He could feel thick spurts of his cum flowing from his cock, splashing her inner walls in its sticky mess.

As his orgasm washed over him, his cock became even more sensitive, and the overwhelming sensation of her hot wetness, mixed with the sticky fluid sensation of his cum, made his climax draw on even longer, every muscle in his body twitching elation. With one final grunt and one last thrust, Kyon let his cock withdraw from the wonderful grip of Nagato's vagina, his cum spilling on to the ground below them. He fell on to the bed next to Nagato to catch his breath.

"Are you satisfied?" Nagato asked just moments after Kyon had finished.

If anyone else had asked that question right after sex, Kyon would have been surprised. But he was starting to get used to her little quirks. "Beyond anything I could have ever imagined."

They laid there for a while, Kyon catching his breath and Nagato simply waiting. When Kyon finally got up, he started looking around the room to find where he had thrown his clothes. Nagato followed suit, pulling her uniform back on as if nothing had happened. Once they were both dressed there was an awkward silence between them, Kyon not knowing what to say, and Nagato just being Nagato.

Feeling like he had to say something, Kyon asked the first thing that came to mind. "How was it?"

"Unique." Nagato replied, leaving without another word.


When Monday finally rolled around, not a single thing Haruhi said even came close to phasing Kyon. In fact, not a single thing in the world could bring him down.

End

Author's notes

I'm leaving for Basic Training in less than a month, so if I don't end up writing another chapter, please try and understand. I'm hoping to continue this story though, since this story sprung up from a fantasy I've had for the last few years but I haven't been able to work in to a story until now. I'm hoping to turn the story in to Nagato being Kyon's own personal sex doll, hence the title. But as time goes on, like a drug addict, regular sex just doesn't cut it with Kyon and he needs in more often and more perverted to keep him from upsetting Haruhi.

Also, I do notice a parallel between this and my first story, Yuki. N Lessons. I'm hoping they aren't too similar, but if they are, then I'll just use the excuses that the Kyon Nagato dynamic will be the same no matter what situation they end up in.

Good luck everybody else!