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THE MELANCHOLY OF SUZUMIYA HARUHI KINK MEME!
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THE MELANCHOLY OF SUZUMIYA HARUHI KINK MEME!
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Haruhi glanced over her shoulder, and then began to walk backwards, dragging Mikuru after her. "Hang on, Mikuru. Kyon, grab two more chains and three more padlocks, and follow us to that exposed cold-water pipe...
"OK, Mikuru, I'm gonna lean back against the pipe and slide down to the floor. Try to sit in my lap... Yeah, that's good. Wrap your legs around my waist. Kyon, chain my bicycle lock to the pipe with one chain and padlock... Good. Now, thread the other chain behind the pipe at the floor, and loop and lock its two ends around Mikuru's ankles...
"And that's it!" Haruhi wriggled to and fro, testing the chains, and rattling them loudly. Mikuru swung around in her lap, and giggled innocently, like a child on a playground swing.
"Oh, wow!" Haruhi said. "This worked out perfectly! I can hardly move! And poor little Mikuru can't move at all! What do you think, Kyon?"
"I'm watching two bunny-girls who seem to be happy to be completely chained together," Kyon said in disbelief. "What do you think I'm thinking!?"
Haruhi smirked. "Pervert. Well, take a nice long look, before you go get the keys to unlock us."
"Yeah, alright," Kyon said, a bit sadly. "All good things must end. Where are the keys, Haruhi?"
"They're in an envelope..."
"Yes?"
"...in a coffee can under a cinder-block..."
"Yes?"
"...in my back yard at home."
"WHAT!?" Kyon and Mikuru said in perfect unison. Even Yuki looked up in surprise.
"If we didn't hide the keys in a remote location," Haruhi said, "what good would it do to chain ourselves down in protest?"
"Haruhi, it'll take me at least an hour to get back here with the keys!" Kyon said.
"Then you'd better quit complaining and get going, you idiot."
"You're in no position to taunt me now," Kyon said dangerously. "In fact, I need a good reason why I shouldn't just go home, and leave you both like that until tomorrow morning."
"If you do that," Haruhi said casually, "then you and I won't get to change into our gym clothes, and get Mikuru to chain us together like this, and then leave us alone for an hour."
Kyon immediately turned away and headed for the door. "If I run to my bike," he said to himself, "I might make it back in fifty minutes."
After Kyon left, Haruhi grinned at Mikuru. "How are you holding up, comrade?" she asked.
"It's weird," Mikuru said, "but it is kind of fun. Being locked up in a hug is certainly more fun than being stripped in front of Kyon. In a way, I'm even glad we can stay like this for awhile, after all that work."
"Atta girl," Haruhi said proudly. "I meant for this to be a team-building exercise too. You know, Mikuru, I'm really happy to have you in the SOS Brigade."
Mikuru blushed. "Thank you," she said shyly.
"In fact," Haruhi said quietly, "I'd like to use our time together to get to know you better. No teasing. I promise."
Mikuru gulped, pulled at her cuffed wrists and chained ankles, and realized that she was helpless in Haruhi's embrace, in more ways than one. Not only was Haruhi possibly the most powerful being on the planet, but she was also naturally dominant, remarkably uninhibited, and all-but openly bisexual. And she was so beautiful- enough to turn even another girl's head.
Overwhelmed by Haruhi's presence, and lost in the moment, Mikuru willingly surrendered herself, submissively closed her eyes, and waited for Haruhi to make her move.
For her own part, Haruhi stared at the gentle Mikuru, and felt her warmth against her own body. Haruhi suddenly felt strangely and uncharacteristically guilty for treating Mikuru so harshly, so often. Such a delicate creature should be handled with more care, Haruhi thought. She should be looked after. She should be cared for. She should be... loved.
Haruhi leaned forward in her chains, and closed her own eyes. The bunny-girls' ears brushed as their lips met...
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