Author's Notes: Here I am, once again! Guess who didn't actually leave a fic dead for once? I've been story-boarding this so that I have a plan for future chapters, unlike most of my other stories, where I pretty much just wing it. That usually leaves me feeling unmotivated to write, so I've pretty much come up with this as my new method for writing these stories. Outline the chapters before writing, with a shortened version of what I want to include; then write them after that. It also allows me to actually plot out a... well, a plot for this story. Yep, that's right, The Lesbian Fetish of Haruhi Suzumiya is actually going to have substance beyond just lemons! Which, not to worry, there will still be plenty of.

Disclaimer: Last I checked, I wasn't some Japanese guy with amazing art/story skills. Which means that I don't own the Haruhi Suzumiya books, manga, anime, etc. etc. etc. All rights go their respectful owners, none of whom are me.

Warnings: This chapter contains excessive groping, ridiculously exaggerated sensitivity (cough thanks, Haruhi cough), and lesbian sex.

Chapter Pairing: Haruhi x Kyonko

Chapter 2: The Super-Sensitivity of Kyonko!

Let me make one thing clear: I may have secretly enjoyed seeing Mikuru get dolled up in all sorts of cute costumes, but that didn't mean that I was open to trying them on myself. So when Haruhi Suzumiya, the harbinger of all the craziness in my life, lifted up the Playboy Bunny Girl suit, I wasn't exactly thrilled. Or at least, that's what I would like to tell you. A horrible chill did run up my spine, but to my shock (and horror) I found that a tinge of excitement was mixed in.

Was this due to some weird, hidden perversion deep within me? Was this a result of experiencing unfamiliar hormones with the mind of a dude? Or was this simply something Haruhi predetermined for me in this new world?

Whatever the case, I was very much terrified to discover that I wasn't altogether put off by the idea of being dressed up as a bunny girl.

"Alright, come here, you cutie!" Haruhi grinned, running forward to hug-tackle me so I couldn't flee the scene. I yelped in panic.

"G-Guys!" I tried, looking pleadingly at my friends, who wouldn't meet my eyes. "A little help please!"

Koizumi, looking highly uncomfortable, rushed out the door, and to my surprise, Yuki and Mikuru followed him shortly. Nagato remained completely blank-faced, but Mikuru was a downright mess, blushing and mumbling to herself, and accidentally stubbing her feet on random chairs. Before she went away, she'd taken the kettle off the stove and poured the water into the pot, so it would be ready whenever Haruhi was done... redressing me. The door shut behind the beautiful ginger with a kind of finality.

My face set in a horrified frown. "My dear brothers and sisters have betrayed me," I murmured.

Haruhi squealed and spun me around against my will and pulled me in for a hug so tight, it felt like I couldn't breathe. Due to being several inches shorter than her now, my head went straight between her breasts, causing my cheeks to flush violently. Well, I thought dryly, if I'm going to go out suffocating, at least it'll be between a pair of surprisingly large breasts. There are worse ways to die, right?

"Alright, Kyonko, let's get those clothes off of you!" declared Haruhi in that unbelievably chirpy, matter-of-fact way she has.

I yelped as she spun me around again, so I was facing away from her. Before I could react, she had already pulled my shirt up and over my head, and was working on pulling my skirt down. Blushing like mad, I clamped the skirt to my waist, shouting, "GEEZ, I CAN DO IT MYSELF!"

Haruhi blinked. "But you always let me strip you."

I facepalmed. You have no idea how wrong that sounded... "Okay, look, if you're gonna make me wear that, at least let me do it by myself. It's embarrassing."

"Um..." for once, Haruhi actually looked speechless. Then she brightened, a strange gleam entering her eyes. "Ooohhhh, Kyonko-chan is getting frisky, eh!? I like it! Alright, you can take off your own clothes and put the suit on yourself!" She gave me a firm thumbs-up complete with a huge, tooth-filled grin.

You know, Haruhi, strip clubs would absolutely love your attitude.

I stared at her.

Haruhi stared at me. "What?"

"Well, aren't you gonna leave while I change?" I asked, blushing bright red. I hadn't even really checked myself out yet, for goodness' sake! I wasn't ready to have someone look at me... mostly naked in this body.

"But it's not like we haven't got anything the other hasn't already seen," Haruhi pointed out. "It's fine."

Except for the fact that I haven't actually seen a girl naked yet, I deadpanned mentally, but outwardly I only heaved an exasperated sigh. "Just... ugh, fine, just do whatever you want."

My spine tingling a bit as Haruhi watched me, I slid my skirt down and stepped out of it, kicking it aside. I didn't need to take off my shoes seeing as I'd already done so naturally upon entering the club room. I was left in only my awkwardly-worn bra and panties. Good Lord, what was even that paragraph?

"A-alright, hand me the damn bunnysuit," I groaned, thoroughly embarrassed.

Haruhi was silent. I looked back.

Blood was running out of her nose in a thin stream as she stared, gaping and blushing, at my mostly-nude self.

My hand twitched. "JUST GIVE ME THE SUIT, YOU PERV!" I yelled, my face flaming hot. I snatched the Playboy suit out of the stupefied Haruhi's hands, finally getting her to jump. She at least had the decency to be ashamed, glancing away from me nervously.

"H-Heh, sorry," she said with a stupid grin, "but you just looked really cute in your underwear."

Please never say that again. You sound like a perverted old man.

Haruhi's fingers made strange groping motions, and a chill suddenly ran down my spine. Before I could react, she leaped into me with all the grace of a lion descending on its prey. I toppled over to the floor with the force of the hug/tackle. With a squeak and a furious blush, I realized Haruhi's hands were roaming around my body, and red-hot pleasure trailed after their every movement. Everywhere dainty fingers touched against my heated skin, tingles of lust spread through my nervous system. It was like my entire body was a massive erogenous zone.

A throaty moan escaped my lips uncontrollably. My cheeks tinged an even deeper red. I sounded like a slut - - and yet, awkwardly, hearing my own moan kind of turned me on.

Man, I never thought I'd ever say that.

"H-Haruhiiiii," I moaned, immediately snapping my mouth shut to cut it off. When I felt it was safe to speak without sounding slutty, I opened it again. "Stop that, it feels... really good... NGHAA!"

Contrary to my request, Haruhi chose to instead lay a hand on my ridiculously small breast. And when I say small, I mean it was like I had an ironing board for a chest. My tits had only the slightest swell to them, even though my pink nipples were perkier than I could've ever imagined them being. Where Haruhi's hand grasped my chest, my nerves exploded, my brain clouding over in lust. This time I couldn't hold back a high-pitched moan that had absolutely no right to come out of my mouth.

I'd never known girls could feel this... good! My breasts silently screamed for more attention, and Haruhi was happy to give it to them. To my increasingly loud groaning, Haruhi straddled me and softly rolled my tit through her hand. Sweat pooled on my face, brought about by my increased body heat that Haruhi's ministrations were causing. I couldn't focus on anything except the pleasure coursing through my system. How did girls handle themselves during sex if just a simple groping felt so good? All of a sudden, I couldn't quite blame Mikuru for not wanting to deny Haruhi's daily stripping attacks.

I was gifted a sudden moment of clarity, and I gasped out, "T-The others... w-will be able to hear us... AHN!"

Haruhi cut me off with a pinch to my nipple. My pussy clenched at the feeling. "Shhh," she said, wearing a shit-eating grin. "Just let them. It's hotter that way, eh?"

"Y-You damn - - GYAH! - - voyeur - -"

At the same time, I couldn't quite blame Haruhi for thinking that. Even as I called her out, the thought of Mikuru, or Yuki, or (gods forbid) even Koizumi coming in and seeing us flitted through my brain. Like a switch, my body felt ten times hotter than it already was.

Haruhi hadn't failed to notice. "Oooooh, look how wet you just got," she cooed, her eyes falling to my crotch. "Looks like a mini flood down there, Kyonko-chan! Ahh, you're too cute~!"

I stammered incoherently. Haruhi cut off my babbling with a deep kiss that left me breathless. Her lips were delicious, soft and plump. I found my body relaxing as my eyes fluttered shut, finally letting her have her way with me.

It felt shockingly good to let her do with me as she wanted. Her hands, roaming my body randomly, were absolute magic. My skin tingled with the strange sensation of being on fire - - not a painful feeling, but an extremely good one. I shuddered and unintentionally let a high gasp erupt from my lips. Haruhi cooed in response, drifting her hands like light feathers down my bare belly. My cheeks burning, I did not make any effort to stop her.

"Adorable," she murmured against my ear. I shivered in unethical delight. "You're really adorable, today, Kyonko; more than usual..."

Before I quite knew what I was saying, my lips moved for me: "I'm your - - HAHN! - - g-girlfriend... I better be..."

"Feisty." A smirk played out on Haruhi's lips. It shouldn't have been a turn-on, but for some reason I felt my legs get even wetter. "I like that about you," she approved, and it sounded so naughty coming off her lips that I couldn't help but shiver.

Geez, Haruhi, you should run a pornography studio. You'd make millions.

Wait, wait, bad brain. That's a terrible thought! Who knows what kind of inane transformations society would be forced through if she ever did something like that...? That's actually really scary to think about.

On second thought, hold the pornography idea.

The most incredible feeling I'd ever had the pleasure to feel brought me out of my intrinsic rambling and crashing back to reality. Haruhi, still straddling me and wearing that shit-eating grin, had drawn a finger across my pussy. This was my immediate thought, due to the way my "girlfriend's" face was twisted in both amusement and satisfaction, as well as the fact that her finger, inches away from said erogenous zone, had a small amount of... questionable fluids dripping off it.

I blushed deeply. "H-Haruhiii..."

"Yeeeees, Kyonko?" she sang, her eyes dancing.

The wall suddenly seemed a much less embarrassing spot to look at. "...P-please touch it again..."

I could feel Haruhi's smirk. No joke. I wasn't even looking at her, but the ultraviolet turn of the lips radiated off her bright face. This fact only served to make my cheeks flush an even deeper pink than they already were. Kyonko, it would seem, was very good at blushing, and upon becoming her, I had inherited this unfortunate trait. Nonetheless, I relaxed my body, my legs spreading open to grant her easier access. Embarrassed at this pose, I couldn't look her in the eyes, and I glanced away to the wall with a face redder than a tomato.

She grinned and leaned into me. "That's it, Kyonko, you're looking really into it now!" praised Haruhi, who wasted no further time returning to the task which she'd started.

Haruhi pet my cunt lovingly, her finger sliding up and the wet folds and back down again. It felt... delicious. There were no real words I could find to describe it; having been male all my life, suddenly experiencing feminine pleasures was overwhelming my brain. A squeak I hadn't planned on making rose from my lips, and I had to resist clapping a hand over my mouth. Haruhi's finger dipped a little further into me. A ridiculously sexy moan escaped me as a result, and this time I really did cover my mouth in shame.

"Now, now, Kyonko-chan, there's no need to act so embarrassed... it's not like I haven't already had the pleasure of hearing your sex voice~!"

Haruhi's words both kind of horrified me and turned me on at the same time. It was strange, being turned on by things that girl said - - I never would have thought it possible just the day before. Now, my new pussy was clenching its appreciation. I cast my gaze away again in shame, embarrassed to be feeling these sensations and even more so because it was Haruhi making me feel this way.

My 'girlfriend,' ever the all-knowing prick she was, suddenly added a second finger to her first. Two fingers now caressed my pussy like she was smoothing out wrinkled bed sheets. My sensitivity went through the roof, and my moans suddenly rose up against my will. Body burning, voice quivering, I decided the best way to turn off my sexy voice (what even was that thought?) would be to muffle the gasps and groans with Haruhi's mouth. And so, my trembling hands reached up, grabbed the back of Haruhi's head, and brought the surprised girl down to meet my lips, kissing her greedily. Our tongues intertwined, licking one another, and even the sensation of mere kissing proved too much for my body to handle. Warmth coursing through every cell in my body in response to Haruhi's ministrations, I howled as I came all over her hand.

Shamelessly, Haruhi brought her girl-cum-soaked hand up to my eyes and wiggled her fingers. She grinned and released the kiss. "See? You love me."

Blushing madly, I smiled in spite of myself, exhausted. "Y-Yeah, that... that felt amazing. Way better than it should've, really... You've got magic hands."

My brain slowly rebooted as I was brought down from the intense high I'd accomplished. However, as I shook my head to fully return myself to conscious thinking, I didn't quite notice Haruhi's shit-eating grin.

"But you know," she said coyly, crawling away to get something, "being cute when we have sex doesn't get you off the hook."

"...Uh, huh?" I said wisely... and promptly froze when I realized what she was holding.

...Fuck. This girl...

Koizumi and Mikuru, privy to the sexy content filtering through the Brigade room door, stood fidgeting awkwardly. Mikuru couldn't quite help thinking that she would have very pleasant dreams that night - - if she could manage to actually get to sleep. Koizumi, for her part, found herself very, very thankful she was currently a girl. Wet underwear would be much easier to explain than a tent in one's shorts.

And unsurprisingly, Yuki was the only one of the three who had not gotten even a little turned on.

Mikuru stared jealously at her. "How do you do it, Yuki?" she whined, chafing her legs together in desperate hope for some relief.

Two blinks greeted her. "How do I do what?"

The redhead sputtered, blushing so badly her cheeks almost achieved the same color as her hair. "Y-You know! ...Not feel anything after... after hearing... well, that!?"

For a moment, Yuki was silent, apparently considering this point. Koizumi, herself curious, looked away from the door and examined the resident alien interestedly. However, to their shock, the small girl suddenly smirked a very uncharacteristic smirk. "That's classified information," said Yuki... and was that a hint of sarcasm they detected in her voice?

Just as Mikuru thought the day couldn't get any stranger, the door opened... and all three were treated to the unimaginably cute sight of girl Kyon blushing madly in a Playboy bunny girl suit.

It took a minute for the 'three' girls' brains to register the amount of cuteness being presented to them.

And then Koizumi was blasted back by a furious nosebleed.

"Fuck you," grumbled Kyonko, her cheeks reddening even more.