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A Royal Entrance

On Friday night at around 11 PM, I once again found myself rolling around North High's running track in the rickshaw. Donning her trademark orange-yellow hair ribbon and a black leather collar, ponygirl Haruhi Suzumiya huffed as she tugged me around the track.

"I can't believe how much fun this is," she said between breaths. This wasn't the reaction I'd expected, but Haruhi had surprised me in the past. "It is kind of chilly." She huffed some more. "And I might be a little more comfortable in sweats." More breaths. "And, no, you don't have to ask me, 'When's the last time you saw a horse wearing clothes?' I get it." She picked up the pace a bit. "I totally understand that ponies should be naked."

Haruhi talked so well because I hadn't stuffed her mouth with a bit gag. In fact, I didn't use any of the items that usually resided in the trunk. No cuffs encumbered her wrists, her asshole was buttplug-free, and no hoof-shoes encased her feet. I don't think she would have minded those accouterments—she may have even welcomed them—but I needed the trunk space for other things so most of the pony gear wasn't present.

On the far side of campus, Koizumi, Yuki, and Mikuru prepared the gymnasium for the last Alumni Booster event. In the meantime, I experimented on the Sausage Queen.

Using her DITE-enhanced observational and analytical skills, Ryoko predicted that Haruhi would appear to thoughtfully consider any suggestions I made while obeying them like I'd laid down the law. So far, that seemed to be happening.

When she met me at the rickshaw I'd parked at the oval's starting line, I told her, "Tonight, you're going to be the star of the show, and I think it might be wise for you to work off any nervous energy."

Dressed fashionably in a blouse, skirt, and sandals, carrying the collar in her hand, she asked me, "What do you have in mind?"

"I think it would be a blast if you'd be my pony and pull me around the track." I stepped forward and unbuttoned her blouse.

She stood stunned, wide-eyed, and her cheeks flushed a cute shade of pink as I pulled the fabric off her shoulders. "Why are you undressing me, Kyon?"

"You sound aggravated," I said. "Did you forget to shave?" Her bra and skirt fell next.

"You know I'm always smooth. You won't find a hint of hair below this collar." She fastened the leather loop around her neck and stepped out of her sandals.

I pulled her panties down to her ankles and rubbed her bare bottom. "Have you ever seen a pony wearing clothes?"

She shook her head and sighed. "No."

I dumped her clothes in the trunk and took my seat in the cart.

She analyzed the pull-bars, gripped them, and pulled the conveyance forward. Its well-oiled wheels sitting on a hard track rolled easily. "I didn't think it would be this light."

After half a lap, she started giggling. As her breasts bounced, her bottom swayed, and a cool breeze caressed her body, she suddenly realized why she'd gone along with my crazy suggestion. Several laps later, she slowed as we neared the finish line.

"One more lap?" I suggested.

She nodded. "Sure." And off we went.

One lap later, before I could suggest otherwise, Haruhi ditched the cart at the finish line and bolted. I followed my pony as she trotted up the bleacher steps. The view from behind never got old. From our perch on the back row seats overlooking campus, I noted the glow emanating from the gymnasium skylights—my compatriots busy at work.

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "You know what this scene reminds me of?"

"Let's see. It's a clear night sky. We're sitting on the top row looking down at an athletic field." She cupped her breasts. "And one of us is naked."

I rubbed her thigh. "One more thing."

"Someone is missing from this picture." Haruhi lowered my zipper, pulled out my dick, and stroked it. It hardened instantly in her hands. "Hello, Johnson." She gave him a quick kiss then gently pumped him.

I leaned back and surveyed the field. "I feel like we should draw something. For old time's sake."

"Naah. It never works when you try to repeat a spontaneous one-off." She thoughtfully scanned the horizon as she continued to pump my dick. "I don't know why I got so riled up about this guy. Don't misunderstand. You have a really nice penis, but sometimes I wonder whether it was worth all the effort I went through to find the thing. Then again, maybe the journey is what made it fun."

"People always feel great when they're working toward something, but then, when they attain it, it's a letdown."

"Finally getting to suck your dick was not a letdown, Kyon." She squeezed me. "This is one of the most important dicks of my life."

"What do you mean, one of the most important? It's number one, isn't it?"

"In a way. After all, you're the first guy I ever sucked off. But that night wasn't the first time I sucked a penis."

"Are you talking about that guy in the ballpark that flashed you?"

"Uh-huh."

"You told me you only knelt down to examine him."

"It happened a long time ago. When I told you that, my memory of that event was foggy. The other night, I dreamed about it. A super realistic dream, like I was reliving the event."

"You didn't suck him off, did you?"

"Not off, but I did suck him."

"You sucked some nasty old guy's dick?"

"The guy wasn't old or nasty. At least he wasn't in my dream. He was young and had a really nice body, and the way he moaned and shivered when I licked his shaft. It was so cute. I could tell he was really close. But then those other people came down the corridor and he ran off." Haruhi squinted as a boisterous group of guys in the distance walked up concrete stairs on their way to the gymnasium. "So how does this midnight Booster Alumni league work?"

"We play sports to vent," I said. "That's all there is to it. We used to play soccer and basketball but the girls complained they weren't participating enough."

"If the rumors I heard were correct," Haruhi said, "you basically turn them into sperm receptacles. What kind of participation is that?"

"The most important kind. Every time a goaltender accepts a load of semen into her mouth, ass, or vagina, she siphons off a proportionate amount of aggression."

"You told me we're playing dodgeball tonight, or some updated version of it."

"That's right. Tonight we're playing dodgeball. And let me say upfront, I think it's cool that you've agreed to be one of the targets. It's a super special treat for us."

"It makes the most sense," Haruhi rationalized. "Since this is the last event, it's only fitting SOS Brigade members host it."

Actually, Haruhi was cool to the idea of participating in the final game when I first floated it, even though I knew she'd eventually agree. But when she heard she'd be filling Ryoko's usual role, her enthusiasm spiked. "You're the only girl in the school that might be capable enough to stand in for her," I told her.

"Might be?" Haruhi couldn't resist a challenge.

So here we were at school under a midnight sky.

I checked my phone. "It's almost time."

"In that case…" Haruhi dropped to her knees and sucked Johnson into her mouth. She rose a few minutes later with smiling chipmunk cheeks. After gulping down my load, she rose and wiped her mouth with her wrist. "That hit the spot."

"You're telling me." Her attack had caught me by surprise. Once my breathing and heart rates returned to their normal range, I stood and zipped up my pants. "You missed a bit." I pointed at a couple of drops of semen, one on her breast, the other on her thigh.

"Thanks." She pressed her thumb into the droplets and licked it clean. "So what do you have planned for me?" She lowered her hands to the sides. "I know you're not expecting me to make my entrance like this."

"No. Of course not. You'll be making a queen's entrance." I took her hand and led her down the steps. We stopped at the rickshaw where I patted the seat. "Your highness, if you'd be so kind."

As I walked to the trunk to collect some things, Haruhi squirmed on the cushion. I returned with her outfit—four leather cuffs and a ballgag the same color as her collar. I snugly fastened the leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists. Haruhi didn't resist when I connected her wrist cuffs behind her head and chained them to the seat frame. However, her eyes widened in disbelief when I spread her straight legs wide like a cheerleader split and attached her ankle cuffs to the armrests.

"Why am I so exposed?" she asked, her cheeks reddening.

I massaged Haruhi's obscenely accessible love portal and slid my finger inside. "Taking you in like this makes a statement. Most of the guys see you as North High's Blowjob Queen, and certainly, you are. But tonight, you're going to be their cum dump."

"I see." She pulled up her wrists and tried to close her legs, but her restraints didn't budge.

I held the ballgag to her lips. She frowned, then opened wide. I pushed the ball past her teeth and connected its straps behind her neck.

I slid my index finger between her breasts, over her belly button, along her slit, and stopped to tease her anus. "Oh, wait. I almost forgot." I hustled back to the trunk, retrieved the golden tiara Haruhi had worn during her endless week of sausage service, and placed it on her head. "There." After stepping back to take in the spectacular view, I bowed. "My Queen, you look absolutely regal."

She groaned, looked away, and shifted her hips.

I grabbed the rickshaw's posts and pulled Haruhi toward the gymnasium.