AS USUAL, SMUT WARNING!
"I swear, I am NEVER letting Honey-senpai decide on our cosplays EVER again." Kyoya cursed for the umpteenth time as he paced the around the dressing room agitatedly.
"Agreed." Mori said.
Haruhi looked at Mori in shock. "Mori-senpai, did you just agree to a statement that paints Honey-senpai in a negative light?"
Mori looked like a deer caught in headlights. "I love Mitsukuni…" He said slowly. "But…"
"But no sane person can feel even remotely sexy in a bloody bear suit!" Kyoya snapped.
"Technically, you're a fox." Haruhi pointed out, tweaking a fake whisker playfully.
Apparently, there was some sort of competition between the hosts a week ago, and Honey-senpai had won it, earning himself the privilege of deciding the theme of their cosplay for today. Honey-senpai, being Honey-senpai, had decided to go with 'animals'. Tamaki was a lion, Kyoya was a fox, Hikaru and Kaoru were monkeys; and the metaphorical cherry on top of the cake was that – because Honey-senpai wanted to be a koala – Mori was dressed as a eucalyptus tree.
"That's it. Private sessions are called off today." Kyoya decided. "I'll go inform Tamaki now."
Kyoya stormed back into the room a minute later. "That stupid blond idiot!"
"I take it that the discussion was a flop?" Haruhi asked.
"He decided to invite the Newspaper Club to interview all our guests today, as part of his 'advertising campaign'." Kyoya's aura was growing darker and darker by the second.
Haruhi immediately jumped to the rescue, not wanting the Newspaper Club to end up reporting the murder of the Host Club King. "Come on, Kyoya-senpai. I'll help you out as best as I can. Do you have any particular fetishes?"
Kyoya looked at Haruhi and sighed. "You're a very attractive girl, Haruhi, do not doubt that. But right now I feel as sexy as a dead fish."
"I feel as sexy as a tree." Mori said solemnly. Haruhi couldn't decide if he was being serious or joking, but later remembered that he had a thing for puns; since he tried to scare her using a mori at the beach.
"Okay, so what? Are you guys going to sit out of today's activities? I mean, you can always call in sick."
"Probably." Kyoya muttered. "No doubt Kuze will have a field day with this, but there's no way I'm going out there like this!"
"What about you, Mori-senpai? If you don't show up, Honey-senpai would not have his tree."
"Ugh." Mori let his head fall sideways onto the table with a loud 'thunk'.
"Takashi, Takashi, where are you?" A childish voice came from outside the door. "Are you ready?"
Since Mori did not show any signs of moving, Haruhi got up to open the door. "I'm afraid Mori-senpai is going to need a little more time to get used to his costume…"
"Haru-chan!" Honey squealed excitedly. "Why don't you join us? I have the cutest outfit for you!" He pulled a brownish outfit seemingly out of nowhere and dumped it into her arms. "Hurry and get changed!" With a huge shove, he pushed her into the dressing room and shut the door.
Kyoya got up to examine Haruhi's costume. He smirked a little. How on earth did Honey-senpai think of such a risqué idea?! "You know, Haruhi, I think I might be able to do this animal theme after all…"
Haruhi crossed her arms over her torso protectively. "I've got a very bad feeling about this." She backed away slowly.
"Mori-senpai, strip her."
Without further ado, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her. She found her wrists bound tightly together by his left hand, while his right hand worked efficiently in ripping her clothes apart. "My blouse!" Haruhi cried out, more disturbed about the loss of her favourite blouse than the brutish treatment she was being subjected to.
In no time, she felt her bare skin exposed to the elements and shivered a little. Soon enough though, a soft, furry layer began to cover her up. Haruhi was about to coo at the wonderful material of her new outfit before she felt something being slipped into her privates. "What—what's that?!" She gasped. She tried to remove it, but found that it was attached to the outfit. It was a big bushy squirrel tail, connected to a dildo that Kyoya had just pushed inside her.
Kyoya flashed her one of his evil smiles as he threw a tiny remote into the air and caught it in his palm. "I think I'll enjoy this afternoon very much." He gave the bottom of her outfit a light slap, causing the dildo to shift slightly, and grinned in delight as she let out a squeal.
"Take care of our little squirrel, Mori-senpai." He said, exiting the dressing room with a spring in his step.
Mori picked Haruhi up despite her fervent protests. "I can walk!" She huffed.
"Squirrels live in trees." He stated matter-of-factly, cradling her snugly with his 'tree branches'
When they entered the Third Music Room (decorated to look like a jungle for the day), Honey had changed into another outfit. "I really liked the koala outfit, Takashi, but Usa-chan insisted that I wear a bunny suit. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Mori replied.
"That's right!" Honey piped up brightly. "Haru-chan can be your lovely item for today!"
"Are you sure?" The twins spoke up together. "He doesn't really qualify as 'lovely' to begin with."
"Don't be silly. Haru-chan is very lovely. You just have to remove her glasses!" Honey giggled.
**A/N: The Japanese language doesn't use 'he' or 'she' particles very often, usually opting instead for 'this fellow' or 'that fellow' to refer to a person; so I changed the 'he' and 'she' according to whoever's speaking. It won't actually reveal her gender if you imagine the conversation in Japanese.**
"Really?" Hikaru asked. He stood in front of Haruhi and pulled her thick grandfather glasses off.
"WOAH." Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki looked at her with their jaws wide open. "Haruhi…"
Tamaki stared at her for a long time. "Those eyes…" His body froze into a massive block of ice as his brain drew the connection between the commoner and the beautiful heiress he had seen with Kyoya. "Haruhi… are you, by chance… a girl?"
"Biologically speaking, yes."
Hosting activities were ongoing as usual. A blond lion and a pair of red-headed monkeys peered at the 'tree' in envy. "Why does he get to hold Haruhi?" They muttered among themselves. "And why did Kyoya hide the fact from us that Haruhi is a girl!" The lion whined.
The Shadow King, while slightly disappointed that Haruhi's secret was out, was fiddling the remote in his hands idly. He was sitting with Renge in a curtained area for their 'private session', but he had deliberately left a wide gap between the curtains to witness Haruhi's reactions when the time came. Show time. He inserted his hand into his pocket and pressed the 'on' button.
Haruhi's resultant ear-splitting yelp and violent lurch definitely met his expectations. Through the gap he smiled sinisterly at her, silently promising more to come.
"Haruhi, is everything okay? Don't worry, I'll save you!" Tamaki rushed forward to help her.
Haruhi could only shake her head as she clung on to Mori-senpai for dear life. The dildo in her vagina was vibrating! She fought to keep down a moan, hiding her face in Mori's chest.
Mori, too, felt the slight tremors coming from her body and gave Kyoya a mental thumbs up. He purposely shifted her position slightly so that his fingers could press the dildo further into her without being noticed. Haruhi squeaked and gave another involuntary twitch. She couldn't believe that Kyoya and Mori would do such things to her in public!
"Haruhi, are you okay? You look flushed." Kaoru asked.
"I'm… okay." She said nervously. "Just… getting in character, you know. Squirrels are… fidgety." She finished lamely.
Kyoya sent Renge off and came out of his 'private area'. "Stop bothering my assistant. She's only doing today's cosplay as a favour to Honey-senpai, not for you guys."
"Kyoya, how could you lie to me?!" Tamaki rushed over and began to shake Kyoya violently. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He righted his glasses and stepped out of Tamaki's grasp. "Firstly, I never said that Haruhi was a boy. And secondly, she personally requested for me to not correct your misconception, specifically because she didn't want you to treat her differently. Which, by the way, is how you've behaving now."
"But…"
"We can talk about this later. For now, all of you have customers. Please do your job!" Kyoya dismissed them. Giving Haruhi a meaningful glance, he put his hand into his pocket and turned the speed dial clockwise.
"AH!" Haruhi couldn't help but let lose a moan. Fortunately, Tamaki and the twins were busy apologising to their waiting clients at that moment and missed it.
Kyoya walked over to where Mori and Haruhi were sitting. "How are you feeling, Haruhi?" He asked in a professional tone.
"Not so – ah! – good, Kyoya-senpai. May I – oh! – be excused?" Haruhi was sweating large droplets of sweat now, squirming uncomfortably in Mori's arms.
"Not so good?" Kyoya echoed. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Then I'll make you feel better." He turned the dial to maximum speed, earning a scream from Haruhi, but the sound was muffled by Mori's hand covering her mouth.
Kyoya looked at his notebook. "Mori-senpai, you have a private session with Princess Hikari right now. Please make your way to Booth 3. Haruhi, why don't I give you a proper tour of the Host Club?"
Haruhi crouched by his leg, too wrung out to stand. Kyoya nodded in understanding and lowered the vibration to its lowest setting. "Let's go."
With shaky steps, Haruhi trailed after Kyoya, not hearing a word as he introduced all the Hosts and explained their unique characteristics to her. Her body was in sensory overload, and all she could do was to stop herself from tackling him onto the Third Music Room floor and straddling him in front of everyone.
"Please…" She said softly, clutching at Kyoya's bushy fox tail. He took pity on her and turned the vibration off. Nevertheless, her privates were still extremely sensitive after all that stimulation, and the friction the dildo gave as she moved was torturing her.
Soon, all of the Host were tied up with a 'private session' each. But just before he and Mori entered their respective booths, he placed Haruhi in a location that could be seen by both of them via a gap in the curtains and gagged her mouth with a handkerchief. He then entered his booth and restarted the 'on' switch.
This time, she couldn't make any noises, but both of them could see her squirm as she tried to press her thighs together. Kyoya sat through his clients' mindless chatter, gradually increasing the speed and watched her get more and more aroused from the corner of his eyes. The closer she got to her release, the tighter his fox suit became – which did not escape his client's keen observation.
Haruhi, on the other hand, was in her own brand of hell (or heaven, depending on how you saw it). All rational thought had long left her brain. All she saw was whiteness before her eyes, and all she wanted was release from her sweet, sweet torture. She moaned and cursed and mewled into the gag as each sensation overloaded her, no longer caring if anyone could hear her. Vaguely she felt the vibration reach its maximum speed once again, and she arched her hips instinctively, eager for more.
She was not aware of it until much later of course, but as she rode out her orgasm, two simultaneous groans sounded from the private booths. Two girls who happened to be with the 'cool type' host and the 'wild type' hosts respectively, would proclaim in the school cafeteria the next day that they had managed to make the hosts cum.
Kyoya made a note in his notebook to order a dozen of the super deluxe strawberry cake for Honey tomorrow.