Mascot Exchange
by Dizog
"EEEEEEE!" Mikuru Asahina screamed.
Moments after she'd unlocked the door and entered the SOS Brigade clubroom, three North High football players, dressed in full gear except for their helmets, rushed into the room after her.
They stopped in their tracks. "We're sorry," a lanky guy wearing number 8 said, his palms up. "We didn't mean to startle you."
"Yeah, Miss Asahina," said a short but stocky number 43. "We're just messing around. It's all part of the whole mascot-stealing tradition."
"Will you play along with us?" asked a husky number 17. "We promise not to hurt you."
Mikuru dropped her arms. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to scream. But when three big guys come bearing down on you…" She took a deep breath. "Sure, I'll play along. I'm sure your team is upset because Miss Suzumiya stole your mascot. He's a really sweet dog, by the way. What's his name again?"
"We call him Rover," number 17 said.
"I love the way Rover runs along the sidelines at all the home games," Mikuru said. "The way you dress him up is so cute. He looks just like a doggy version of a player."
"Yeah," said number 8. "One of the player's moms is a really good seamstress. She custom-made that uniform for him. His collar, too."
"That's part of the reason we were so pissed," number 43 said. "When Miss Suzumiya and her henchmen stole Rover from his cage while we were in the showers, it was bad. But when they left his uniform, collar, and leash dangling from the goal posts for everyone to see, she really rubbed it in our faces."
Number 17 nodded. "Your leader is kind of mean."
"Oh... she's just having fun with you. But she's also the type of girl that likes to make a bold statement. How can I help you guys get even?"
"Well," said number 43. "Miss Suzumiya considers you the SOS Brigade mascot, so we wanted to kidnap you and take you to a secret hiding place."
"Then," number 8 added, "we were going to offer a trade. The SOS Brigade mascot in exchange for the North High football team mascot."
Mikuru rested her hand on her ample chest. "You're going to ask Miss Suzumiya to give up your dog Rover in exchange for me?"
"That was the plan. We're not going to take you against your will or anything. We were hoping you might play along for the fun of it."
"That's so funny." Mikuru giggled. "Sure, I'll totally play along. This will be so much fun. What did you have in mind?"
"To be honest, we're kind of winging it. We've never kidnapped a mascot before."
"You need to do it right," Mikuru said. "A bunch of guys kidnapped me once on my time plane when the girls in my hologram design club stole some bikes from the light cycle team. They had an awesome time with me."
"Your time plane?" number 8 asked. "What's a time plane?"
"Sorry." Mikuru bit her lip. "I've been watching too much science fiction. I meant at my last school in another city. Did you bring any kidnap stuff?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know. Maybe some rope to tie me up and a big suitcase to carry me in."
The guys' mouths dropped open. "Huh?"
"Oh right, I forgot. You're winging it. Hold on." Mikuru ran to Haruhi's desk. "Miss Suzumiya keeps a set of handcuffs in her top drawer. And you can wrap me up in that thing to sneak me out." She pointed to a large rolled-up piece of canvas leaning against the wall in the corner. "It's the banner we use at events. It should be plenty big."
She set the cuffs on the table and unbuttoned her top.
"What are you doing?" asked number 43.
Mikuru pulled off her blouse, revealing a lacy pink bra. "Miss Suzumiya took off all of Rover's clothes and left them for the world to see at the football field, didn't she? So you've got to do the same to me, don't you?"
The guys glanced nervously at one another. Number 43 smiled. "I suppose we should."
Mikuru unzipped her skirt. "Let's do this quickly before everybody returns."
Three North High football players looked on in disbelief as the SOS Brigade's buxom mascot stripped completely naked.
Mikuru walked to the commander's desk, her clothes a bundle in her arms. "Let's leave my bra and panties here so Miss Suzumiya can't miss them." She draped her undergarments over Haruhi's computer monitor, then turned toward the window. "It would make the most impact if we hang my uniform blouse and skirt where everyone can see them from the quad." She got a couple clothes hangers, hung her skirt and blouse from them, and hooked them over the curtain rod. "There."
She stepped back a few paces and appraised her work. "Perfect." She knelt by the door and pushed her socks into her shoes. "Nobody really cares about a girl's footwear. I'll just leave these here."
She lifted the cuffs off the table and handed them to number 43. "Make them snug but not too tight." She turned her back to him and crossed her wrists. Number 43 dutifully shackled the nude girl.
"Do you have a key for these?" he asked as the silver bracelets clicked shut.
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure Miss Suzumiya will find it after you give me back to the club."
"What if she won't trade you for Rover?"
Mikuru giggled. "Then the football team is going to have their way with me until she does. How many of you are there?"
"Our roster has twenty players."
Mikuru's eyes widened. "Oh, boy."
"Do you still want to do this?" number 8 asked.
"More than ever."
The guys looked at each other and shrugged.
She nodded toward the corner. "Be sure to wrap me in that banner super tight so I can barely move." The guys retrieved the banner and were about to wrap up the coed when she said, "Wait. You should gag me first to keep me from screaming."
"With what?"
Mikuru looked around the room. She walked to one of the bookshelves, bent forward, and grabbed a roll of duct tape with her teeth. She returned it to number 43 who took the roll from her mouth. "One more thing." She glanced at the tea station. "Stuff a couple of those towelettes in my mouth before you tape me. That'll make the gag way more effective."
Number 17 balled up two towelettes and held them up to Mikuru's face. She opened her mouth. He pulled the cloth back. "Should we set up some kind of code?" He scanned the bound redhead's unclothed body from head to toe. "You know, in case things get too rough."
Mikuru shook her head. "Don't worry about that. I'm sure I'll be able to handle anything you guys throw at me." She opened wide.
Number 17 stuffed the towelettes into her cheeks. Number 43 covered her lips with a strip of tape.
"Thanks for being such a good sport, Miss Asahina." Number 8 cupped her magnificent breasts and squeezed them. "We'll do our best to make this fun for you."
Mikuru nodded with a wink.
Three North High football players tightly wrapped the SOS Brigade's mascot in a canvas banner and whisked her out the door.