Well, that phone call was less useful than she was expecting. S-Sex between Yuki and Kyon?! No, no! Such a thing was unthinkable! There had to be another way! Um! Um! Like a nervous rabbit she ran off down the corridor, intending to head to the nurse's office to find Yuki before anything went horribly, horribly wrong. Wronger. Yes, wronger was the right word to use here.
What was it like if a Data Humanoid thingy got horny? Yuki was usually clinical, rational and intelligent - but if this sword made people so horny that only one person could calm them down?! Disaster! Even the technology of the future couldn't keep up with Yuki's people!
Still, the lighting down here was kind of strange wasn't it? It was dim with a weird red hue, and for some reason the floor seemed to be made of wood. Huh? Wait a minute, something wasn't right here! There was some kind of alteration to the local space, giving this school corridor more of a classic club vibe.
Or something. Mikuru hadn't been to a club herself, so this was only an assumption on her part. This was based on her research of this time period and - And it almost seemed like the effect was growing out. Further down the hallway she could see the lighting sort of shifting, changing, strobe lighting, tacky wallpaper stretching out like a fungal growth.
And in the middle was the entrance to the girls' bathroom.
"Eeeeeh!" Mikuru whined. Not exactly the most dignified battle cry, but there it was. She ran in with arms flailing, and sure enough found Yuki in there dressed like a porn parody version of herself, while admiring herself in the mirror. "Y-Yuki! What are you doing?!"
Have you ever had one of those moments where you suddenly realise the decision you had made was probably the wrong one? Yipe! If only she could access her time travel as a matter of course. Yuki turned around, and it was strange. So strange! Seeing that emotionless face turn towards her, no different from usual - and yet somehow she was picking up this sense of intense burning lust! Mikuru turned to leave - but the door handle vanished.
Panic set in, and she could hear Yuki's sultry, seductive slow steps growing closer and closer. Ah! Aha! Ahhhh!
,,,
Oh yeah, this was one of those doors that you could push or pull. Mikuru pushed her way out into the corridor, which suddenly seemed even more like a club than a school. While letting out a high pitched squeal, Mikuru ran away as fast as her legs would carry her. Which wasn't very fast. She ran like a scared bunny, remember?
She had to hide while trying to figure out what to dooooo! Why did she think that she could handle this by herself?! She ran to a nearby classroom, threw the door open - and found Yuki standing in the middle of the classroom, hands on hips, strutting towards her like a model on the catwalk. Licking her lips and very obviously staring at her boobs.
"Eeeeh!" Mikuru screamed, closing the door and putting a nearby bin in front of the door before backing off, jamming it shut. There! That should do the trick!
Or Yuki could slide open the other door, because Japanese classrooms have two of them. She poked her head out that other doorway, licked her lips, and then said: "According to my analysis, your mammaries are in the top 10% of the highest quality possible for reproduction and rearing offspring."
Mikuru stumbled backwards, fell on her rear, and Yuki was suddenly strutting towards her again! She turned, climbed to her feet and then started running off again - though I can't stress this enough, calling it a run was an insult to sprinters and joggers everywhere, she might have even lost a race to a turtle at this point.
Nonetheless, Yuki wasn't exactly hurrying either, and Mikuru was able to rush through a series of doors in a desperate attempt to get away. Yet no matter where she went, Yuki was still approaching! She'd rush through this door, wind up in this corridor, look left and Yuki was right there. So she'd run down a bit, into another door -same thing!
"Puff... Puff..." Mikuru gasped, leaning against a doorframe in between two corridors. "Wah! No fair! This is the same corridor every time! How am I supposed to escape a horny reality warper?!"
This time though, she turned to look and found that Yuki was... not there! Had she lost interest? Gone off to find Kyon? The answer to that was - no, alas. Because, you see, Yuki was already behind Mikuru, and had used the opportunity to grope her from behind.
"You are not meant to," Yuki said, cold, flat, emotionless and ravenously thirsty. That was meant a touch more literally than one might initially assume, as she licked the sweat off Mikuru's cheek while groping her. "You are meant to work yourself up into a sweat, as my calculations indicate you are 10% more desirable this way."
"W-Weren't you supposed to be after Kyon?!" Mikuru gasped, but suddenly the space around them twisted and contorted, and they were back in the girls' bathroom again. "Eeeeh!"
"Accessing an appropriately horny response," Yuki said. "Response found: And pass up a fine looking specimen like you? No chance."
This... was a very unfortunate situation to find herself in the middle of. Normally she'd fetch help. Koizumi or Kyon or Yuki herself. But - But even if she could leave she couldn't very well bring one of them into the girls' bathroom! Even in a situation like this!
"Yuki! P-Perform a self diagnostic!" she desperately suggested.
"Self diagnostic complete," Yuki said almost immediately. "Yuki Nagato is really fucking horny. Priority one: Ride Kyon's dick. Priority two: Persuade Mikuru to sit on my face."
"I - I won't let that happen!" Mikuru protested, somehow finding that vestige of courage inside herself.
To her great relief Yuki let her go. Phew! That was - That could have turned very unfortunate for a moment there.
"Then you may leave," Yuki said. Mikuru dashed for the door. "Although my analysis indicates that you will remain of your own volition when you notice."
Notice? Her hand was on the door when those words reached her brain. Noticed what? Had Yuki done something else? She looked around desperate to figure out what it could be, but not seeing anything - Until. There. There it was. An alteration to reality. A fact that was, in actuality, a fiction.
That fact being: Mikuru Asahina had a penis. A very big, very erect, throbbing hard cock. Poking her skirt out in an extremely obvious way.
"Wh-Wh-Where did this come froooom?!" Mikuru yelled, even though she knew the answer already. "So embarrassing! Why do I have s-something like this?!"
As if in answer to that, Yuki took her hand and made her grab hold of the shaft through her skirt, and made her wrist jerk up and down. Ah. Ah! Ahhhh! It- it felt really really good! After a moment or so, Yuki's hand retreated but Mikuru's didn't stop.
"Mikuru Asahina, this is an emergency message from Yuki Nagato's internal diagnostics," Yuki said out of nowhere. "In order to purge this intense arousal, it is necessary for Yuki Nagato to experience intercourse with a trusted peer. Kyon is the only male that meets that standard."
"N-Not Koizumi?" Mikuru asked, but... actually yes, she could see that .He had too much of his own agenda to be really 'trusted' in any other matter. "Y-You can't mean that you want me to - To!"
"In the mouth is sufficient for this purpose," Yuki said. "This should provide a means to isolate and extract the contamination before matters spiral into further chaos."
Mikuru thought about that for a moment while her hand continued to jerk up and down along her shaft. "That's a made up lie to g-get me to give you permission to - to -"
"To suck you off," Yuki said. "It was estimated to meet a 75% chance of success."
Ooh! That was mean! And nasty! Or, maybe she meant a 75% chance of getting rid of the spell corrupting her? Yuki had used her teeth to inject nanites before, so it wasn't entirely out of place.
Besides which, looking at Yuki right now was making Mikuru's newly acquired balls feel heavy and swollen. Her shaft felt harder, more solid and more... intense the longer she stared at that girl. Cute. She was definitely cute. Unbidden, her mind conjured what it would look like if - if they did this. Yuki on her knees, under Mikuru's skirt. Mouth agape. Bobbing her head back and forth along this monsterous dick.
B-But that would be disgusting! And wrong! And - And - And!!!
The door chose that moment to open. More precisely, someone chose that moment to open the door. Let's get our phrasing right, doors can't make choices due to being inanimate objects. More to the point was the figure opening up the door, head turned back to look outside. A person that Mikuru knew very, very well.
"They've redecorated this corridor," Haruhi Suzumiya said. "I don't like it... But! There's probably a conspiracy behind it! Which I do like!"
By the time she'd turned around there was nobody else in the girls' bathroom. Or there didn't seem to be. On instinct Mikuru had grabbed Yuki and dragged her into one of the stalls. Letting Haruhi see Yuki right now, or Mikuru herself, was more frightening an idea to her than Yuki catching her!
"Hrm... Perhaps some kind of demon is manipulating the school, turning it into an infernal playground!" Haruhi said, while Mikuru tried her best to make absolutely no sound at all. "Or perhaps it's a mad scientist's evil plan come to fruition after years and years of patient plotting!"
This was the worst situation. It was the absolute worst situation imaginable. A potential universe ending situation. If only she could CLASSIFIED INFORMATION, then she could CLASSIFIED INFORMATION and then - Huh, was it her imagination or was there suddenly more room in this stall than there had been before?
Yuki slipped out of her grip, and slid underneath Mikuru's skirt before she knew what was happening, and - She had to cram her fist into her mouth to stop herself. Warm. Moist. Snug. A hole that seemed to be almost made for this thing! No, it was the other way around! When Yuki had given her this - this stupid thing, she must have made it so that the size and shape would be maximally suited for her mouth.
The damning part of it was that Yuki was being slow. Methodical. Careful. Something deep in the pit of Mikuru's stomach wanted her to beg for more speed, more speed, faster, please faster. It was slow torture of the best kind.
"Whatever's going on, I need to find the rest of the SOS Brigade and bring them together! I'd never forgive myself if something happened to one of my brigade members because Kyon got sloppy!"
W-wait, a thought just occurred to Mikuru. The sword. That was the start of this mess. Where was it? Haruhi didn't have it on her person when she entered the restroom! Ooh, this was impossible! She couldn't get out there to ask!
Unless...
Unless something else was going on. Haruhi, in the restroom, talking to herself every so often? It was like she was trying to remind me that she was out there. What if... what if that wasn't the real Haruhi? What if it was a fake made by Yuki to make her hide in the stall like -
Mikuru's eyes rolled up and she felt her hips jut out, as if desperate for release - but to no avail. Yuki's pace was so slow and methodical. It felt amazing but - but it was dragging out the pleasure so much that she almost wanted it to stop. Her mind was turning loopy from this debauchery.
"Whatever's responsible, it won't last long before I expose it to the world!"
There was only one way this was ending. Mikuru grabbed the top of Yuki's head, and took control for herself. This timid thing had been pushed so far that she had to do this in order to get this situation finished with. She forced Yuki's head down, then dragged it back up. Controlling the pace. Making it go as fast as she wanted it to. All the while, Yuki's tongue wrapped snugly around Mikuru's cock like a python and squeezed it, tugging it in ways that a normal human tongue could not.
A few seconds after this moment of uncharacteristic aggressiveness, she felt the release. It was like an explosion, bursting out of her, spilling into Yuki's mouth, which lapped it up, and she'd never felt so content before in her life even though her new penis was also disappearing and the afterglow was hitting her like a wrecking ball and -
"Corruption identified," Yuki whispered. "Countermeasures developed - though unable to fully erase sensations of arousal."
Phew... well that was a relief. Though Mikuru shouldn't breathe too easily yet. She should have known by now. This curse was an effect created by an alternative Haruhi Suzumiya. Of course it wouldn't be so easy to get rid of it.
- The curse has infected Haruhi herself.
- Now there's a perpetually horny Yuki clone trying to lay Kyon
- Mikuru herself now grows a big hard penis if she gets excited.
- Something else
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