Harry and Micky

by Dyzog

Chapter One: Going For a Walk

Haruhi Suzumiya gripped her glass of water before peeking around the monitor on her commander's desk. "You guys need to play less games and start doing something more productive. Sometimes I'm ashamed to call you fellow SOS Brigade members. You should be out searching for stuff that's unique and original."

Kyon and Itsuki Koizumi raised their noses from the chessboard and appraised their leader.

"I suggest you leave us alone," Kyon said. "Or I'll show you something unique and original."

"I will not." Haruhi rose from her seat and held the glass up like a shield. "You don't scare me one single bit. Now go do something useful."

Kyon rubbed his hands together. "You asked for this."

"Don't you dare." She held the water glass over her head as Kyon moved closer. "I'm not afraid of you."

Kyon stepped around the commander's desk with both arms extended. His hand reached for Haruhi's ears.

She tipped the glass and closed her eyes — but none of the liquid poured out to drench her. She opened her eyes and shook the glass.

"It's gelatin," Kyon said. "Mikuru dropped a congealing capsule into your glass ten minutes ago."

"Mikuru, how could you?"

Though the girl in the maid costume turned toward the person calling her name, Mikuru Asahina didn't answer. She faced Haruhi with a blank stare and empty eyes.

"You turned her," Haruhi said in defeat. "Dammit, you guys are sneaky." Those were the last words Haruhi Suzumiya said before Kyon's palms covered her ears. Instantly, her eyes went blank as a hypnotic trance reprogrammed her consciousness.

Kyon lowered his hands. "Hello, Harry. How are you feeling today?"

In a nearly monotone voice, Haruhi replied, "Hello, master. I'm fine. How may I serve you?"

He tapped the girl's lips. "Your sister Haruhi has been using this mouth in very inappropriate ways. I think it's better suited for other uses, don't you?"

"Your wish is my command."

Kyon sat in the commander's chair. "I wish for you to suck me off. Be gentle and take your time."

Haruhi knelt in front of her master, lowered his zipper, and pulled his dick into her mouth.

Koizumi rose and stepped next to Mikuru. "That was some excellent misdirection there, Kyon." He put his arm around the maid. "And you did very well, Micky."

"Thank you, master," Mikuru replied in a monotone voice.

"Excellent tongue-work, Harry." Kyon patted Haruhi's head. "That feels really nice."

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

"She looks so sexy like that," Koizumi said. "I'm a little jealous."

"You've got a perfectly good honey standing next to you that'll do whatever you want," Kyon said. "Why not go to town?"

"Well put." Koizumi turned. "Micky, take your clothes off and bend over the table." He patted the tabletop.

"Yes, master."

As Mikuru removed her clothes by the garment rack, Koizumi put the chessboard away. Within minutes, a maid costume and underwear hung neatly from hangers. The fully-nude redhead bent over the table and spread her legs. Koizumi lowered his zipper, pulled out his dick, and slid himself deep inside of her.

"Hey, Nagato." Kyon's eyes scrunched up as his climax approached. "Thanks again for hypnotizing the girls for us."

"Yes," said Koizumi as he pumped away. "Having the ability to transform these two into human sex dolls whenever we want has made this club a lot more fun."

"Ahhhhhhh." Kyon gripped the armrests as semen gushed into the brigade leader's mouth. "Oh, baby." His cream output seemed endless.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Haruhi swallowed it down without complaint. Once satisfied she'd gotten every drop, she released the penis and sat up straight with her hands in her lap.

Kyon rubbed her head. "Who's my favorite sex doll?"

With glassy eyes and a blank expression, Haruhi replied, "Harry is, master."

Kyon watched Koizumi and Mikuru get it on from the commander's desk before glancing down. "Having Micky nude while you're still dressed makes the club room feel unbalanced, especially when you've got such a spectacular body. Take off your clothes, please."

"Yes, master."

Haruhi walked to the garment rack and disrobed, while Kyon rose to study Mikuru's firm round ass as Koizumi's pelvis pounded it.

"That looks like fun," Kyon said.

Mikuru's moans of pleasure punctuated his words.

"It feels really good too." Koizumi patted Mikuru's bum. "For everyone." He motioned toward the empty stretch of table beside him. "There's lots of room."

Kyon knocked on the tabletop. "Over here, Harry."

Now naked from head to toe but for her hair ribbon, Haruhi jogged to the table, bent over, and spread her legs.

Kyon plunged his dick deep inside of her.

Koizumi raised an eyebrow. "You sure recovered quickly."

Kyon rubbed Haruhi's smooth bare hips. "With a body like this in front of you, who wouldn't?" He turned toward the window. "Hey, Yuki. Can you turn on some music? The girls are getting kind of loud."

She put down her book, switched on the radio, and tuned it to a station playing anime soundtracks. Enoz's latest hit, "Lost My Music," pounded the speakers as Kyon and Koizumi pounded the girls in sync with the beat.

Enoz lead singer and classmate Miyuki Anamoto belted out the pre-recorded chorus. "When I wake up tomorrow, I'll still want to feel the illusion."

"Speaking from a totally selfish viewpoint," Kyon said, "it's too bad the girls need to wake up."

"Although Harry and Micky do seem to be enjoying themselves far more than their more inhibited counterparts, we can't keep them hypnotized forever. By the way, I'm about to come."

"I'm not far behind you."

"I'll try to hold on till the next chorus."

True to his word, Koizumi held on, and the guys came into their partners together.

"That hit the spot." Koizumi zipped up his pants and dropped into his seat by the bookshelf.

Kyon dropped into the seat next to him. "I'll second that."

They gazed at the nude girls' gorgeous dripping bottoms.

"What's next?" Koizumi said.

"I don't know. How about we watch the two of them make out?"

"Works for me." Koizumi raised his voice. "Micky, please make out with Harry."

"Yes, master." Mikuru pushed herself off the table.

"Harry, what Koizumi said was all right. Feel free to go for it."

"Yes, master."

Haruhi pushed off the table and turned toward Mikuru. Each girl took the other into her arms, breasts and thighs pressing together. With closed eyes, tongues intertwined while roving hands explored and caressed.

"This is hot." Kyon crossed his legs.

"It's certainly quite arousing." Koizumi reclined and matched the pose.

The two watched twenty minutes of Yuri delight before Kyon made a suggestion.

"It's nice outside. Let's take the girls out for a pet walk. We haven't done that for a while."

"Some pet-play sounds very enjoyable," Koizumi replied. "Should we bind them?"

"The principal might expel us if we don't. You know what happened last time."

"It's still hard to believe Miss Suzumiya put those two fellows in a hospital."

"That was Harry," Kyon said. "You know how she gets when someone besides me touches her or tries to tell her what to do. Although I probably shouldn't have left her leashed to a bike rack while I went into the cafeteria to get a Coke."

"It's odd that Micky isn't sensitive about that type of thing."

"Not really when you consider her sister. Mikuru is a born masochist who loves being gawked at and fondled, despite her protests. Haruhi picked her for a reason, you know."

"You make a good point."

As the girls took turns fondling and kissing each other's breasts, Kyon retrieved some rope, two dog collars, and two leashes from the cabinet. "You guys can continue kissing each other while we tie you up." He tossed a length of rope to Koizumi.

The dolls maintained their kiss while dropping their arms to the sides. As tender breasts rubbed and compressed, their master's bound their wrists. Then Kyon fastened a leather collar around Haruhi's neck, while Koizumi similarly attired Mikuru.

"Stop kissing now and turn to me," the guys told their pets.

"Yes, master," the pets answered in unison.

The guys clipped leashes to the collars. With Haruhi tethered to Kyon's long leather leash and Mikuru at the end of Koizumi's, the four left the SOS Brigade club room and strolled down the hall. After trotting down three flights of steps, they exited the old building into the grassy quad.

They'd walked halfway to the main building when Taniguchi and Kunikida approached from the other direction.

"What are you guys doing?" Taniguchi asked, his eyes wide with appreciation.

"What does it look like?" Kyon said. "We're walking our pets."

The two girls stood obediently still when their masters stopped to chat.

"Wow." Kunikida stared at Mikuru's breasts. "Her boobs are absolutely beautiful."

Taniguchi pointed to Haruhi's breasts. "Suzumiya's aren't as enormous, but they're spectacular too."

"You seem to really like my pet," Koizumi said to Kunikida. "Would you like it if Mikuru gave you a blow job?"

Kunikida's jaw dropped. "I would love that more than life."

"It wouldn't be fair for you not to get one too," Kyon told Taniguchi.

"Thanks, bud. You're the best."

"Kneel." Kyon pointed at an empty patch of soft grass.

The bound girls cautiously knelt where he directed. Taniguchi stood in front of Haruhi and prepared himself.

"Suck." Kyon patted Haruhi's head and pointed at Taniguchi's penis.

Haruhi opened wide. Taniguchi shuffled forward. He intertwined his fingers behind his neck as Haruhi got to work.

Next to him, Kunikida received the same treatment from the busty nude redhead kneeling at his feet.

As the bound beauties pleasured the guys, a crowd formed around them.

"This is nuts," one of the spectators said. "I can't believe those guys are getting sucked off in public. By two top-shelf girls no less."

"That are totally naked," added another.

"Aw, hell, this happens all the time," another spectator said. "But the receivers are always Kyon and Koizumi. This is the first time I've seen them share. I need to be friendlier to those guys."

"No, thanks." Another guy pointed at Haruhi. "That girl might look gentle as a spring calf sucking on your finger, but she'll break your ribs or even worse if you're not careful. She put two guys in a hospital for touching her."

"That's probably why the girls are tied up today."

"Suzumiya can still use her feet. I'll be fine with watching."

As climaxes approached, the crowd cheered the girls on.

"A hundred Yen says Taniguchi comes first," one said.

"You're on," replied another.

"I'll put five hundred on Suzumiya."

"I'll take that action."

When Kunikida burst into Mikuru's mouth mere seconds before Taniguchi gushed into Haruhi's, the crowd erupted.

"I won. I won." Kunikida jumped up and down while holding his satiated sausage.

"That's only because Suzumiya took her time and made it feel really good for me. I'm not disappointed at all." Taniguchi patted Haruhi on the head.

The kneeling beauties sat quietly on their legs. Tied hands hovered near bare bottoms, full breasts thrust forward, and glassy eyes stared blankly into space.

"Hey, you guys interested in playing some basketball?" one of the spectators asked.

"We've got the girls." Kyon shook his leash.

"It's a beautiful day, and the sun is shining." Koizumi pointed to the sky. "We can leave them here for a few minutes. In fact, I think they'd enjoy it."

"Should we hogtie them?"

"Though I'm fairly confident nobody will bother them, it's wise to play it safe."

Koizumi knelt behind Mikuru, and Kyon behind Haruhi. The guys unclipped the leashes and gently laid the girls down on their bellies. After using the leashes to bind the girls' ankles, they pulled their ankles forward and clipped the leash-ends to the wrist ropes.

"Try to free yourself," Kyon told the girls.

Haruhi and Mikuru strained with all their might against their bindings.

"I can't free myself," Haruhi told Kyon after a mighty struggle.

"I can't either," Mikuru told Koizumi.

"Excellent." Kyon rubbed Haruhi's bare behind. "We'll be back in about an hour."

"Don't go anywhere." Koizumi playfully pinched Mikuru's breast.

The girls lay peacefully in the sunlight, both deeply entranced, their breasts, thighs, and bellies shaping the soft grass blanket beneath them. Students strolled down the quad's paved walkway. Several stopped to view the strange sight — two stunning unclothed coeds tightly hogtied side-by-side on the grass, their visages beaming with contentment.

"I wish I were you," one girl sighed before continuing on her way.

Suddenly, a rogue cloud obscured the sun. Cool drops of rainwater pelted the girls' skin before the cloud moved on.

Haruhi blinked her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked around. "I can't believe the guys left us alone again."

Mikuru tugged against her bindings. "I'm not sure I like it when they leave us alone like this."

"Tied up, nude, and on display in the middle of the quad. They should know that's against the rules."

Mikuru ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek. "I'm pretty sure I blew someone, but it doesn't taste like Koizumi."

Haruhi licked her lips and nodded. "Same here. I don't sense Kyon's aftertaste." She glanced over her shoulder at her wrists and ankles. "Those jerks." She struggled but couldn't budge her restraints. "They tied us up good this time." She turned to Mikuru. "What do you say to some teamwork?"

"Works for me."

With a good deal of bucking and twisting, the girls managed to back into each other. After ten minutes of pulling knots, unclipping leashes, and undoing collars, they sat free in the grass.

"I wish I could tune into Harry's adventures." Haruhi rubbed her wrists. "I know we get the feelings of the aftereffects, which are admittedly pretty great, but sometimes I'd like to know what my sister is doing."

"Miss Nagato hypnotized us to stay in the dark for a reason," Mikuru said. "Harry and Micky have no inhibitions. You and I agreed to that."

Haruhi nodded with a sigh. "I never would have dreamed that a stupid magazine article would bring us here."

Mikuru giggled. "I don't think I've ever seen you so jealous."

"I wasn't jealous. I was angry. Kyon had no right to be reading that stuff. So what if tons of Japanese guys are dating love dolls instead of flesh-and-blood human girls?"

Mikuru shrugged. "He did make some compelling arguments. No fussing. No arguments. Unrestricted availability. If you didn't see his point, we wouldn't be here."

"But I was only kidding when I told him he was free to hypnotize us. What were the odds Nagato was a master hypnotist?"

"About the same as the odds of her being an accomplished lead guitarist." Mikuru smiled. "This has been fun, but I agree with you. I'd really like to know what happened."

"Maybe we're ready to know." Haruhi put our her arms. "After all, here we are, in the quad, totally naked, chatting in the grass. And I'm totally okay with it."

"Miss Nagato told us how to remember when we first let her hypnotize us. She said it shouldn't be an easy trigger, remember?"

Haruhi's cheeks reddened. "Yes, I remember. The only way to unblock those memories is to get pussy juice on our faces. The kind that squirts out when we orgasm. And it can't be our own. The problem is that both of us are straight."

Mikuru shrugged. "So?"

"Do you really want to do 69 with me?"

"I'd really like to know what we did. Don't you?"

Haruhi groaned. Then she appraised the flawless, red-haired beauty sitting opposite her. "Okay. Let's do it."

Mikuru glanced around. "Do you want to do it out here in the open? Where people can see us?"

"Of course. Harry would. Top or bottom?"

"Can I be on the bottom?"

"Sure."

Mikuru laid back on the grass, raised her knees, and spread her legs.

Haruhi straddled her partner on all fours and lowered her bum toward her Mkuru's face. "Ready?"

"Uh-huh." Mikuru grasped Haruhi's hips, crooked her neck forward, and extended her tongue toward her partner's clitoris.

Haruhi gasped as if an electric shock had hit her. Once the sensation passed, she pushed her tongue into Mikuru's special place.

The two girls stimulated each other for several blissful minutes, eventually settling on a happy rhythm. They climaxed simultaneously with moans and screams, squirting pussy juice into each other's faces.

The girls laughed and wiped their moist cheeks in the wet grass before facing each other cross-legged.

"They just made us do basic stuff," Mikuru said. "You blew Kyon while Koizumi fucked me at the table. Then you and Kyon joined us for your second round."

Haruhi nodded. "They made us kiss each other for a while before they tied us up for a pet walk. Then they made us blow Taniguchi and Kunikida." She giggled. "I would have beat you if I knew it was a race."

Mikuru smiled. "I guess we'll never know. By the way, I'm sorry for sneaking that gelcap into your water so you couldn't immunize yourself."

"Micky did that, so no worries."

"You know, I liked the part where they made Micky and Harry kiss. That's probably the reason our 69 went so well."

A wry smile formed on Haruhi's lips. "Want to test that theory and try it again?"

Mikuru reached forward and cupped Haruhi's breasts. "Yes. I'd like that a lot."

"If that's the plan, we may as well stay like this. There's no point in going back to the club room for our clothes."

"Do you remember how to break Miss Nagato's hypnotic spell?" Mikuru asked, sitting back.

"Sure. We do a combination trigger. We get pussy juice on our faces while our bodies are soaking wet. But that's a pretty big step."

"We could sneak into the swimming pool locker room and make love in the showers."

"Our masters might get really pissed." Haruhi sighed and got to her feet. "Fuck 'em." She offered Mikuru her hand.

"Doing that later should be part of our plan." Mikuru let Haruhi pull her up.

They walked hand-in-hand to the pool.

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Ninety minutes later, Haruhi and Mikuru stepped through the club room door wearing school-issue one-piece blue Speedos. The tight-fitting suits were completely dry as was the girls' hair and bodies.

"Where were you two?" Kyon turned his chair. "We were getting worried."

Koizumi rose from his seat. "We returned after our basketball match to find the pet attire and ropes, but our sex dolls were missing."

"It rained, you idiots," Haruhi said, "and we woke up. So we freed ourselves and found some clothes." She tugged on a spandex shoulder strap.

"It must have been a flash downpour," Koizumi said. "Because everything looked dry when we got back. Come to think of it, the ropes did seem damp."

Kyon squinted. "Why did you get swimsuits instead of coming back for your clothes?"

"In case you didn't notice, I left the club room without my key."

Both guys glanced back at Nagato, then shrugged.

Kyon placed his hands on his hips. "I got pretty worked up playing basketball. Winning deserves a reward. What do you think, Koizumi?"

"I concur."

Haruhi took a step back toward the door. "You guys aren't going to accomplish anything if you waste all our club time screwing around with our sisters."

Kyon approached her with his hands extended. "Let's see what Harry has to say about that."

"Don't you dare." Haruhi dashed to the back of the room, keeping the table between them. When she got to her desk, she asked, "Where's my water bottle?"

"We locked it in the cabinet along with your glass."

Kyon's palms cupped Haruhi's ears.

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Ten minutes later, Harry and Micky stood beside each other, naked and bent over the table — arms resting at their sides, breasts compressing into the tabletop, backs arched, and bottoms high. Kyon and Koizumi rammed their sex dolls like there was no tomorrow. As usual, the dolls enjoyed the process immeasurably and moaned loudly to express their pleasure.

When the girls approached climax, they turned their heads to face each other. Sharing imperceptible smiles as crushing orgasms took hold, they grasped each other's hands and squeezed.