Story: Kyon the Slider

 

 As it turned out, the person that entered the room was... Yuki Nagato. Wearing a pair of glasses, and peering at me with her seeming cold stare. Emotionless as usual, it seemed. Which was a bit of a relief in the grand scheme of things, as I had been expecting her to be yet another nymphomaniac seeking to ride me.

Yes, that is a bad thing. It is. Stop rooting for it to happen. She took the sheet from my face, and then - Actually, this might be a good opportunity. I grabbed her hand and ran to the next room, where we could speak alone without the rest of that class getting in the way.

"Ah.. he-hello, Kyon," she said, fidgeting a little as she walked closer. Yuki then looked around the room as if trying to avoid my eyes. "I see that we are alone. This is usually when you would ask me to bend over the table. Shall I do this now?"

Perhaps I spoke too soon. This was bad. Before, Yuki had a functionally infinite libido, and seemed hellbent on me sating it. If I wasn't careful, this girl, who might be much smaller than me but was also much more powerful, might wear me out in a moment's notice.

However, aside from leaning over the table, she didn't actually do anything. She didn't tie me up. Didn't use her abilities to compel me into arousal. She didn't do anything except stand there, with a touch of what I felt was... confusion? Shy confusion?

"Um... " she asked, quietly. "Are you... Not in the mood today? I mean, that's fine, it's just... you're <i>always</i> in the mood."

Was that a blush on her cheeks? The Yuki I knew didn't blush. That was far more emotion than she ever showed! Perhaps - could it be? This Yuki wasn't - She wasn't a pervert? She wasn't a nymphomaniac? Apparently this version of me had been intimate with her, but - But!

"Yuki, I'm not the Kyon you know!" I hurriedly told her, grabbing her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. Surprise fell upon her face. Aha! She really wasn't the alien I knew! I had to take advantage of this situation, and not in the way that might normally imply in a porn themed setting! "In truth, I'm a version of Kyon from another universe, and I'm stuck here somehow!"

"Oh, is that so?" she asked. "I see. Is- is this a new roleplay idea, to try to 'spice things up'? I'm sorry, but I don't really know where you're going with this..."

Not quite what I feared, but not helpful in the slightest. If everyone here was indeed geared towards a sexualised mindset, it would be impossible to get people to take me seriously. Also... was it my imagination, or was the room sort of warping around where Yuki was standing?

Suddenly, Ryoko hugged me from behind. Ah! I'd forgotten she was even there! Probably because I was trying not to look at her nude body. Which was now pressing into me from behind.

"Ahaha, Kyon just told a really funny joke!" Ryoko said. "That's all it is. As if something like parallel universe travellers could exist. He's just... doing what you said. Role playing, so when he fucks you today it'll feel even better than normal."

There was something almost threatening in Ryoko's tone when she said that, though she was blatantly clinging tightly to my back. Also, the way Yuki was looking at me was a little strange. I could also quite plainly see that there was something weird in the air around her, seeming to shimmer and sparkle while she shyly stood there, watching expectantly.

And slowly, it dawned on me what the truth of the matter was. Haruhi's weird reactions earlier on... I had thought they were messing with me at the time, but now things are a bit clearer. It was unthinkable. It was unimaginable. And yet, the truth seemed to open up in front of me like a grand inevitability.

Haruhi Suzumiya was not the reality warper here. Yuki Nagato was. Yuki was the one who could, at a whim, unmake the world.

In which case, it might not be wise to push her too hard on this matter. Although... It did say something about her if everyone in this world was so blatantly sexualised. Was it possible that she was sexually repressed, that her behaviour as a shy innocent girl was merely the face she showed the world and she enjoyed making everyone else into perverts to fulfill some deep rooted psychological need?

Or was it like him and ponytails? A strange kink that she'd developed?

"It's a kink," Ryoko whispered in my ear, causing me to jump out of my skin. Now, occasionally I find myself saying things out loud that were intended for inner monologue, but I was certain that I hadn't - "You didn't," Ryoko added. "And yes, I can."

If there's anything scarier than the girl who once tried to kill you hugging you from behind and intimating that she can read your thoughts - well, I'd rather not experience it, thank you very much! So, was Ryoko an Esper in this reality? Not of the sort that Koizumi was if she could read minds. His powers were limited to containing Haruhi's outbursts in -

"Closed space..." Ryoko said. "Yes, I'd say a closed space like this is ideal for a spot of nude art, don't you Yuki?"

"Ah- ye-yes! Much better than that time you - you painted me in the assembly hall," Yuki said, peering up at him with bright shining eyes, her body language conveying shyness and helplessness, but if what I suspected was true then - Ah! Now she was taking off her clothes. "Well, how would you like us to - to pose?"

"Come on now, lover boy. You wouldn't want to keep Yuki waiting, would you? Don't make her impatient, it wouldn't end well..." Ryoko suggested. Guh! How much of that was true, and how much of it was because she was reading my thoughts and knowing what buttons to press?" She tilted her head and put her finger to her lips.

"I think I know what Kyon wants to see," Ryoko said, striding past me to embrace the now naked Yuki, tilting her head up and giving her an open mouth kiss - while tying her own hair back into a ponytail. The fiend! Regardless of how scared she makes me, Ryoko was a truly gorgeous woman. She'd even turned herself and Yuki to the side while embracing her, so that I could clearly see their feminine outlines pressed into one another, while also being able to see the aggressive assault that - to my surprise - Yuki was making of Ryoko's lips. Indeed, it was the latter that was moaning much more than the former.

Their lips parted after a moment and Yuki began to drive her lips into Ryoko's neck. Ryoko, in turn, looked towards me with a triumphant grin.

"Well, mister artist? Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to..." She trailed her hand down Yuki's back and smacked her right on the bottom, the ponytail swishing from side to side behind Ryoko's head. "Get to work?"

I gulped. Recently, when all this started, I'd experience sex for the first time. It was... intense. It wasn't hard to see why people like it so much. My hand, my traitorous hand, reached out to squeeze Yuki's rump. Delightful. The phrase 'when in Rome' entered my head, but - Look, it might be a staple of 80s comedies for someone to pretend to be someone else and provided intense sexual gratification to a partner, but that's still extremely creepy. Ryoko might be trying to tempt me, but if I went for what she was asking for so willingly... I might never be able to look myself in the mirror again without feeling shame.

Fortunately - and I say this for perhaps the first time ever - Haruhi Suzumiya burst into the room at that exact moment, holding aloft a sleeveless waiter uniform.

"Kyon! You naughty boy! Did you really think you'd get away without wearing this?!"

Yuki split apart from Ryoko and covered her chest, looking away nervously. "Um... What's that? Is that a modified tuxedo?"

Haruhi looked around the room, and seemed keenly aware of the fact that she was the only one wearing clothes. She sniffed, then began to strip down without a care in the world. Normally this is where I'd bolt for the entrance, but unfortunately Haruhi had not only locked the door, she was still standing in front of it.

There was little more for me to do than look away... unfortunately, my willpower could only last so long in that regard. Haruhi had a killer body. Not as curvaceous as Asahina, but still very nice.

"I just wanted to see how this idiot would look dressed up like this, that's all," Haruhi shrugged. Out of the frying pan, into the fire it seemed. I had this funny idea that I was the one about to be objectified. Satisfying someone else's fetish. It wasn't exactly a nice feeling.

"Ah, if we're going to be doing nude portraits, might I suggest putting your hair up in a ponytail? To match mine!" Ryoko suggested, pointing at her own hair, and then winking at me like she'd just done me a favour. I hate to admit it, but when Haruhi did indeed put her hair up like that a moment later, I gave her a discreet thumbs up. Even though I could plainly tell that she was manipulating me towards her own very nice rear ends... What was I thinking about there? For some reason I lost track.

"So how about it, Kyon?" Haruhi asked teasingly, putting her hands behind her head to display her body to me. Hard to believe this is the girl who has been giving me such a hard time, now giving me a very different kind of hard time. "You've got three naked girls to paint.  Go ahead. Paint our bodies all you want."

Seeing the three of them posing together like that, Yuki shyly clinging onto Ryoko, while Ryoko smirked confidently and triumphantly at me, and Haruhi, a little in front of both of them, stepped back so they could snake an arm around her tummy... It was inviting. Far too inviting. Like a siren calling out to me, my latent attraction to all three of them summoned me forward.

The two sets of ponytails were really getting to me as well. My reason was informing me that it would be a bad idea to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh at this particular instant, but stuff my reasoning, my balls were starting to ache .As such,  Ireached out a hand towards Haruhi's chest, and she didn't so much as flinch as my hand approached -

And then iI found myself grabbing onto a doorhandle in the SOS Brigade room. Where I found myself alone. There was no sign of Yuki. No sign of Ryoko. No sign of Haruhi. Furthermore, I was still wearing the sleevleess waiter uniform, and there didn't seem to be any other clothes in the room that would be suitable for a man.

Before I could figure out what else I could do, the door opened and an unexpected face appeared before me. Emiri Kimidori.

"Oh," Emiri said, closing the door behind her. She smiled brightly. Hard to believe that she's also an alien, like Yuki and Ryoko, when she's really nothing like either of them. "An anomalous spacial reading happened in this room while I was passing by, and so I decided to investigate." You see? Much more natural language than Yuki. "Would you like to have intercourse?"

That... Rather caught me off guard. It really wasn't what I was expecting at all. Still, Kimidori was taking off her clothes. Not in the usual seductive way that might imply, but actually making them vanish right in front of me.

"The alternative version of you has been quite busy," she said by way of explanation. "Something about 'helping my more prudish version have a good time'." A crook of her finger and, once again, I found myself being drawn towards tapping some hot human interface booty.

"What about Haruhi?" I asked, fearful that she could walk in at any moment.

"She vanished alongside you, to the other world," Kimidori said. "Perhaps as a consequence of her powers. Or yours. I currently lack data on whether she's back, so there's every chance she could walk in on us any time."

... Dammit, that was really not helping my erection. For some reason the idea of her scolding me like that was really working of me! Still. I had a funny feeling that she wasn't going to be especially cooperative unless I gave her what she wanted. Though, once again, I was quite concerned for what other dirty things this other version of me has been getting up to in my absence...

“Hmmm.. would you perhaps prefer something more enticing?” She asked, pausing while removing her panties. That said, she didn’t give me time to give an answer. “Yes, perhaps something that fits the research..” At this the girl did something.. Speaking in gibberish was probably the most correct thing. There were words that individually made sense, but they were said so fast and in a combination that made me blink in confusion.

While she spoke, her underwear started to shine, glittering like crystal dust being sprinkled over her body.. Only for the clothing to be replaced by a bikini. Though that would probably be an insult to a normal bikini. This thing barely covered her skin, little pieces of almost see-through cloth covering her erect nipples. The alien twirled in place, making a cutesy pose as if in mockery of a magical girl transformation. As she did that, I also caught a good look at her ass.. Which was not covered at all further proving that she was wearing a swimsuit set up for maximum skimpiness.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it fell off at the slightest breeze. Well now. Time to deal with this case of blue balls I appear to have acquired.