*Mikuru's POV*
"Morning Mikuru!" Haruhi chirped happily as she rushed into the S.O.S. Brigade room.
"Um… Why did you tell me to come so early?" I asked while Haruhi dug through the shopping bag she was holding.
"I bought something new for you to wear Mikuru! Come on! Undress so you can try it on!" Haruhi insisted.
"Al-al-alright…" I whispered, hesitantly removing my skirt. Please make it not the bunny costume again! I begged any god who might be listening silently.
"Hurry up Mikuru! We don't have all day!" Haruhi demanded as she grabbed a hold of my shirt and yanked it off in one hurried and fluid motion.
"I can undress myself!" I quietly protested. Ignoring my pleas as usual however, Haruhi's fingers traveled around my exposed back. I cringed as she began to tug on my bra and gasped when she finally managed to undo it.
"That too! Why?" I asked, even though I knew the answer: she had brought the bunny costume again.
"Don't ask questions. I'm the leader of this club, not you. Shut up!" Haruhi demanded, rolling her eyes as if I should know this already. And I did know. I just… forgot very easily…
I yelped in surprise as Haruhi gave one of her breasts a tight squeeze.
"Now take off your panties!" Haruhi ordered me and I gave a frightened whimper in reply. I didn't have to do this last time for the bunny costume!
"Ye-ye-yes Haruhi…" I whispered obediently. No sooner had they touched the floor, Haruhi was on me again. This time, she was literally on top of Mikuru.
"Nyuuh" I gasped as my body came in contact with the cold hard floor.
"Before you wear what I bought for you, you have to do something…" Haruhi purred as she spread her (still fully-clothed) body over me. Despite her warmth, I couldn't help shivering.
"St-stop!" I moaned as Haruhi began to suck gently on my breasts.
"Not yet," Haruhi whispered as she moved her mouth down my body, leaving a trail of small butterfly kisses. Finally, Haruhi's tongue arrived at my trembling clit.
"Pl-Please…" I begged, but Haruhi paid no attention and stuck her tongue deep inside. I moaned as Haruhi swirled her tongue round and round in her clit and gasped as she began to go deeper and deeper.
At last, Haruhi got off Mikuru and went back to digging in her shopping bag.
"Haruhi…?" Mikuru asked timidly, afraid of what would happen to her next.
"Shut up," Haruhi commanded as she returned to Mikuru's side, a fat purple dildo twirling in her right hand.
"No! St-stop!" Mikuru gasped in protest as Haruhi stuck the sex toy into her.
"Admit Mikuru, you like it," Haruhi smiled, thrusting the dildo into Mikuru deeper. She then placed her lips over Mikuru's g-spot and began to prod it teasingly with her tongue.
"I-I-I-" Mikuru stuttered as spasms flew throughout her body. "I li-like it!"
As a pure white fluid burst out from inside Mikuru, covering both Haruhi and herself, the door flew open.