The Relaxation of Professor Hasuki (M) (second part added)
Posted: Mon May 10, 2021 9:29 am
A new story set in the Haruhi Suzumiya universe...
The Relaxation of Professor Hasuki
A Haruhi Suzumiya QS Fan Fiction
by DJlurker
(F/F, clay, mast, non-fatal)
"Oh man..."
Kyon sighed and quaked as he wiggled against his lover Haruhi, the two lovers restrained between four large black latex balloons, trapped up to their chests... Kyon himself was nude, while Haruhi was clad in a black latex catsuit, her hair put up into a ponytail.
"Now do you see why we did the naughty beforehand?" Haruhi said with a smirk. "Last time, you ended up overheating and we had to cut this short, but now you should be able to enjoy yourself a bit longer!"
"Yeah... good call, brigade chief," Kyon smiled and nodded, locking eyes with his beloved as they gently struggled together in their mutual entrapment, enjoying the rubbery sounds elicited by their squirming... it didn't take long for their lips to meet, their eyes sliding shut as they began to duel with their tongues...
Unbeknownst to them, however, they were being observed by a third party... but said party meant them no harm, only to confirm that the reality warper would be occupied for the immediate future. Once it was confirmed this was the case, the third party withdrew to leave the lovers in peace...
*Elsewhere...*
Yuki Nagato felt her awareness return, her body systems slowly reactivating... immediately she understood that she had once again been disabled by the Sky Canopy Domain interface known as Kuyou Suou. But for what purpose?
The sensation of touch returned, and Yuki realized she was clad in a bodysuit, her body surrounded by something heavy... and sticky... her eyesight reactivated next, seeing that she was sunk to her slight bosom in black tar! A ball gag was firmly secured between her lips, preventing her from calling for help...
"Hello, Yuki." The interface looked up to see Kuyou standing just outside the glass tube, dressed in her usual dark business suit and skirt. "Gomennasai, but... experiment... I will do... you... not interfere. I will join you... when finished."
"Mmmph!" Yuki reflexively struggled against the tar, only for it to hold her firmly in place, a slight blush coming over her face as the black goo gently pulled at her bosom.
"Relax. Not Haruhi Suzumiya... or, SOS Brigade," Kuyou stated with a slight smile. "See you soon... love." With that, she winked out of existence.
(Unable to access data manipulation functions,) Yuki realized. (Chance of escape: 0%. Ability to contact Suzumiya-san or (censored): nonexistent. Recommended course of action: Wait for Kuyou's return.) An image of Kuyou making love with her in this scenario previously flashed through her mind, causing Yuki to quake with anticipation, slowly leaning back against the glass, gently pulling at her trapped arms, again blushing as the thick, sticky bitumen clung to her latex-clad body...
*In the office area of Haruhi's college...*
The young woman sighed as she typed away at her computer, cursing harshly as she made another typo, deleting it and starting over, only to make another typo soon afterward. "Argh!" she growled, her current stress level threatening to overwhelm her. Backing off for a moment, she briefly removed her spectacles to rub her face... She had dark brown hair put up in a simple ponytail, with green eyes and fair complexion, dressed in a black button-up blouse with a white collar and a matching skirt.
"Professor Hasuki."
The woman screamed in shock as she whirled around in her chair, seeing a young lady with long dark hair standing there. "Excuse me! You should knock before you come in!"
"Gomen. I am Kuyou Suou," the girl introduced herself. "I know... Haruhi Suzumiya."
"Suzumiya-san?" Hasuki paused at hearing that name. She was one of her best students, if a little eccentric. "I'm sorry, what does she have to do with this, and why are you here?" In response, the girl held up something resembling a tape recorder, pressing a button...
("Something on your mind, Haruhi?") A male voice spoke.
("It's my professor,") Haruhi's voice spoke next. ("She seems really stressed out lately and it worries me. I kinda want to do something to help her out...")
("If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, absolutely not. She'd take it the wrong way and you'd probably be expelled...")
("Dammit Kyon, what makes you think I wanted to do something naughty?!")
("The fact that we just (BEEP), for one.")
("Oh, um... right. Okay, I'd be lying if I said that didn't cross my mind, but... she doesn't have to enjoy it like that...")
("No. I'm putting my foot down on this one. This is outside our jurisdiction, if you get my meaning. Look, I'm glad that you worry about her... it shows how far you've come since we first met. But can we discuss this some other time than pillow talk?")
("Oh, alright... just shut up and kiss me then.")
("Yes, chief.")
Kuyou clicked the recording off. "She worries about you. You need... to relax."
The professor took a moment to gather her thoughts. "...Okay, one, I'm more than a bit concerned that you recorded somebody during a private intimate moment... Two, like Suzumiya's lover says, this isn't really any of your business. I have too much work to do, and I can't afford to take any time off. Now please leave." With that, she turned back to her desk-
-only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun back around. "Not... a request," Kuyou said firmly. "You WILL relax."
And with that, Hasuki's office was suddenly empty.
"What the...?!" Hasuki looked around in shock, realizing that she and Kuyou were suddenly outside, in a forest of sorts. "What... how did you-" She then felt something soaking into her pantyhose, looking down to see her slippers vanish into slimy gray clay! "Eww! What is this?!"
"Quicksand," came the reply from Kuyou, who was starting to sink in as well, a small smile on her face.
"Quicksand?!" Hasuki immediately grabbed at her left leg to try and pull it free... but though she was successful, she lost her balance and fell backwards, her rear end penetrating the clay with a wet slapping sound! "Eww! This is disgusting! What the hell is relaxing about this?!"
"It feels good," Kuyou replied, shifting and squirming to sink faster, down to her thighs in short time.
"Not to me it doesn't!" Hasuki protested, attempting to stand, only to feel her legs sinking deep into the muck, which also slimed up against her butt. "Ugh, yuck!" she cried as she tried to thrash about, only to feel the clay close over her upper legs, her skirt bunching up on the surface, allowing the clay to bulge up against her panties... "Ugh...!" she grunted again, shuddering with disgust and... something else.
"You will not die," Kuyou spoke up again. "Not drown, smother. I will not... permit it."
"Oh, well, THAT'S reassuring!" Hasuki snarked as she tried to push up on the surface with her hands, only for them to break through and sink in, the clay rising over her hips and slowly claiming her stomach. Trying to extract her arms proved futile as the grey muck sucked hard on them when she pulled, hastening her sinking. "Argh! This isn't funny anymore! I want OUT of this!"
"Not funny," Kuyou agreed. "Relaxing." She wiggled her body again, sinking down to her slight bosom, smiling at the feeling of the clay pressing up on her chest.
"No it is not!" the professor shot back, though she had stopped struggling from fatigue. She shuddered again as her arms sank in past her elbows, before feeling her C-cup bosom come to rest on the surface... at which point her descent halted. Heaving a sigh of relief, Hasuki resumed her struggles, trying to loosen the clay's grip on her body...
But then she suddenly quaked and moaned as a wave of sensation swept through her... "W-what the..." She then realized that her crotch felt warm, the clay continuing to bulge against her panties... then her hips bucked, multiplying the sensation five fold. "Ahhh!" she cried in shock as her body quaked, her nipples suddenly getting hard beneath her blouse... (Of all the days to go without a bra!) she thought to herself.
"Yes. Good," Kuyou nodded. "Enjoy the quicksand... make love..." She then closed her eyes and moaned, quaking with pleasure herself...
"Make love...!?" Hasuki gasped, as it finally clicked in her brain. (Wait, she enjoys this quicksand like a...) Her train of thought derailed as her hips bucked again, a wave of intense pleasure surging through her groin. "Oh, my gods..." She tried to pull up her arms, but the clay clamped down on them when she tried, her bosom pressing slightly deeper into the moist thickness... "Oh, yes..." She closed her eyes as she quivered and quaked, no longer able to deny her arousal.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," Kuyou echoed, her eyes closed as she threw her head back, bobbing up and down in the clay, which lapped at her slight bosom as she did so... one of her arms then shifted it's position, Kuyou suddenly crying out loudly as said arm began to move in a regular rhythm...
(Is she rubbing herself off?!) Hasuki realized. (Oh, disgusting...!) She then quaked as her hips bucked again and again against her slimy entrapment... (Then again, I suppose I don't have much room to protest... Oh, yes...!) The professor threw her head back as her pleasure increased, her hips bucking harder, faster... "Oh yes... oh YES...! Ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, OOOUUAAAAAHHH!" Her hands clenched into fists beneath the surface as she finally achieved ecstasy, endless waves of intense sensation surging through her whole body, the clay sucking and sliming everywhere below her bosom, sending her to even greater heights...
But soon, far too soon, it was over, Hasuki going limp as her body gave out, gasping and panting for breath as 'aftershocks' of pleasure coursed through her... Realizing her lips were parched, she licked her lips to re-moisten them, before leaning back to keep the clay from pressing in on her chest, so she could catch her breath... Her eyes popped open as another feral scream echoed through the forest, seeing Kuyou Suou quaking with orgasm, now sunk to her armpits, her head tilted back, her mouth open in a perpetual scream, though her eyes remained open... Soon, she also came down from her high, gasping and panting as her head fell forward, her long black hair spreading over the surface of the clay pit...
"Phew..." Kuyou's eyes opened, refocusing on Hasuki. "Feel better?"
"...Yes, actually," the professor realized. "I wish you would have asked me first, but... thank you."
"It is fine... no. You are welcome," Kuyou said, moving forward through the clay, wrapping her arms around Hasuki beneath the surface. Hasuki just sighed as she rested her head on Kuyou's shoulder, a small smile on her face as she managed to hug Kuyou back...
"So this is where you were, professor!"
Hasuki gasped at hearing that voice, looking toward the edge of the pit to see... "S-Suzumiya-san?!"
*To be continued...*
The Relaxation of Professor Hasuki
A Haruhi Suzumiya QS Fan Fiction
by DJlurker
(F/F, clay, mast, non-fatal)
"Oh man..."
Kyon sighed and quaked as he wiggled against his lover Haruhi, the two lovers restrained between four large black latex balloons, trapped up to their chests... Kyon himself was nude, while Haruhi was clad in a black latex catsuit, her hair put up into a ponytail.
"Now do you see why we did the naughty beforehand?" Haruhi said with a smirk. "Last time, you ended up overheating and we had to cut this short, but now you should be able to enjoy yourself a bit longer!"
"Yeah... good call, brigade chief," Kyon smiled and nodded, locking eyes with his beloved as they gently struggled together in their mutual entrapment, enjoying the rubbery sounds elicited by their squirming... it didn't take long for their lips to meet, their eyes sliding shut as they began to duel with their tongues...
Unbeknownst to them, however, they were being observed by a third party... but said party meant them no harm, only to confirm that the reality warper would be occupied for the immediate future. Once it was confirmed this was the case, the third party withdrew to leave the lovers in peace...
*Elsewhere...*
Yuki Nagato felt her awareness return, her body systems slowly reactivating... immediately she understood that she had once again been disabled by the Sky Canopy Domain interface known as Kuyou Suou. But for what purpose?
The sensation of touch returned, and Yuki realized she was clad in a bodysuit, her body surrounded by something heavy... and sticky... her eyesight reactivated next, seeing that she was sunk to her slight bosom in black tar! A ball gag was firmly secured between her lips, preventing her from calling for help...
"Hello, Yuki." The interface looked up to see Kuyou standing just outside the glass tube, dressed in her usual dark business suit and skirt. "Gomennasai, but... experiment... I will do... you... not interfere. I will join you... when finished."
"Mmmph!" Yuki reflexively struggled against the tar, only for it to hold her firmly in place, a slight blush coming over her face as the black goo gently pulled at her bosom.
"Relax. Not Haruhi Suzumiya... or, SOS Brigade," Kuyou stated with a slight smile. "See you soon... love." With that, she winked out of existence.
(Unable to access data manipulation functions,) Yuki realized. (Chance of escape: 0%. Ability to contact Suzumiya-san or (censored): nonexistent. Recommended course of action: Wait for Kuyou's return.) An image of Kuyou making love with her in this scenario previously flashed through her mind, causing Yuki to quake with anticipation, slowly leaning back against the glass, gently pulling at her trapped arms, again blushing as the thick, sticky bitumen clung to her latex-clad body...
*In the office area of Haruhi's college...*
The young woman sighed as she typed away at her computer, cursing harshly as she made another typo, deleting it and starting over, only to make another typo soon afterward. "Argh!" she growled, her current stress level threatening to overwhelm her. Backing off for a moment, she briefly removed her spectacles to rub her face... She had dark brown hair put up in a simple ponytail, with green eyes and fair complexion, dressed in a black button-up blouse with a white collar and a matching skirt.
"Professor Hasuki."
The woman screamed in shock as she whirled around in her chair, seeing a young lady with long dark hair standing there. "Excuse me! You should knock before you come in!"
"Gomen. I am Kuyou Suou," the girl introduced herself. "I know... Haruhi Suzumiya."
"Suzumiya-san?" Hasuki paused at hearing that name. She was one of her best students, if a little eccentric. "I'm sorry, what does she have to do with this, and why are you here?" In response, the girl held up something resembling a tape recorder, pressing a button...
("Something on your mind, Haruhi?") A male voice spoke.
("It's my professor,") Haruhi's voice spoke next. ("She seems really stressed out lately and it worries me. I kinda want to do something to help her out...")
("If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, absolutely not. She'd take it the wrong way and you'd probably be expelled...")
("Dammit Kyon, what makes you think I wanted to do something naughty?!")
("The fact that we just (BEEP), for one.")
("Oh, um... right. Okay, I'd be lying if I said that didn't cross my mind, but... she doesn't have to enjoy it like that...")
("No. I'm putting my foot down on this one. This is outside our jurisdiction, if you get my meaning. Look, I'm glad that you worry about her... it shows how far you've come since we first met. But can we discuss this some other time than pillow talk?")
("Oh, alright... just shut up and kiss me then.")
("Yes, chief.")
Kuyou clicked the recording off. "She worries about you. You need... to relax."
The professor took a moment to gather her thoughts. "...Okay, one, I'm more than a bit concerned that you recorded somebody during a private intimate moment... Two, like Suzumiya's lover says, this isn't really any of your business. I have too much work to do, and I can't afford to take any time off. Now please leave." With that, she turned back to her desk-
-only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun back around. "Not... a request," Kuyou said firmly. "You WILL relax."
And with that, Hasuki's office was suddenly empty.
"What the...?!" Hasuki looked around in shock, realizing that she and Kuyou were suddenly outside, in a forest of sorts. "What... how did you-" She then felt something soaking into her pantyhose, looking down to see her slippers vanish into slimy gray clay! "Eww! What is this?!"
"Quicksand," came the reply from Kuyou, who was starting to sink in as well, a small smile on her face.
"Quicksand?!" Hasuki immediately grabbed at her left leg to try and pull it free... but though she was successful, she lost her balance and fell backwards, her rear end penetrating the clay with a wet slapping sound! "Eww! This is disgusting! What the hell is relaxing about this?!"
"It feels good," Kuyou replied, shifting and squirming to sink faster, down to her thighs in short time.
"Not to me it doesn't!" Hasuki protested, attempting to stand, only to feel her legs sinking deep into the muck, which also slimed up against her butt. "Ugh, yuck!" she cried as she tried to thrash about, only to feel the clay close over her upper legs, her skirt bunching up on the surface, allowing the clay to bulge up against her panties... "Ugh...!" she grunted again, shuddering with disgust and... something else.
"You will not die," Kuyou spoke up again. "Not drown, smother. I will not... permit it."
"Oh, well, THAT'S reassuring!" Hasuki snarked as she tried to push up on the surface with her hands, only for them to break through and sink in, the clay rising over her hips and slowly claiming her stomach. Trying to extract her arms proved futile as the grey muck sucked hard on them when she pulled, hastening her sinking. "Argh! This isn't funny anymore! I want OUT of this!"
"Not funny," Kuyou agreed. "Relaxing." She wiggled her body again, sinking down to her slight bosom, smiling at the feeling of the clay pressing up on her chest.
"No it is not!" the professor shot back, though she had stopped struggling from fatigue. She shuddered again as her arms sank in past her elbows, before feeling her C-cup bosom come to rest on the surface... at which point her descent halted. Heaving a sigh of relief, Hasuki resumed her struggles, trying to loosen the clay's grip on her body...
But then she suddenly quaked and moaned as a wave of sensation swept through her... "W-what the..." She then realized that her crotch felt warm, the clay continuing to bulge against her panties... then her hips bucked, multiplying the sensation five fold. "Ahhh!" she cried in shock as her body quaked, her nipples suddenly getting hard beneath her blouse... (Of all the days to go without a bra!) she thought to herself.
"Yes. Good," Kuyou nodded. "Enjoy the quicksand... make love..." She then closed her eyes and moaned, quaking with pleasure herself...
"Make love...!?" Hasuki gasped, as it finally clicked in her brain. (Wait, she enjoys this quicksand like a...) Her train of thought derailed as her hips bucked again, a wave of intense pleasure surging through her groin. "Oh, my gods..." She tried to pull up her arms, but the clay clamped down on them when she tried, her bosom pressing slightly deeper into the moist thickness... "Oh, yes..." She closed her eyes as she quivered and quaked, no longer able to deny her arousal.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," Kuyou echoed, her eyes closed as she threw her head back, bobbing up and down in the clay, which lapped at her slight bosom as she did so... one of her arms then shifted it's position, Kuyou suddenly crying out loudly as said arm began to move in a regular rhythm...
(Is she rubbing herself off?!) Hasuki realized. (Oh, disgusting...!) She then quaked as her hips bucked again and again against her slimy entrapment... (Then again, I suppose I don't have much room to protest... Oh, yes...!) The professor threw her head back as her pleasure increased, her hips bucking harder, faster... "Oh yes... oh YES...! Ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, OOOUUAAAAAHHH!" Her hands clenched into fists beneath the surface as she finally achieved ecstasy, endless waves of intense sensation surging through her whole body, the clay sucking and sliming everywhere below her bosom, sending her to even greater heights...
But soon, far too soon, it was over, Hasuki going limp as her body gave out, gasping and panting for breath as 'aftershocks' of pleasure coursed through her... Realizing her lips were parched, she licked her lips to re-moisten them, before leaning back to keep the clay from pressing in on her chest, so she could catch her breath... Her eyes popped open as another feral scream echoed through the forest, seeing Kuyou Suou quaking with orgasm, now sunk to her armpits, her head tilted back, her mouth open in a perpetual scream, though her eyes remained open... Soon, she also came down from her high, gasping and panting as her head fell forward, her long black hair spreading over the surface of the clay pit...
"Phew..." Kuyou's eyes opened, refocusing on Hasuki. "Feel better?"
"...Yes, actually," the professor realized. "I wish you would have asked me first, but... thank you."
"It is fine... no. You are welcome," Kuyou said, moving forward through the clay, wrapping her arms around Hasuki beneath the surface. Hasuki just sighed as she rested her head on Kuyou's shoulder, a small smile on her face as she managed to hug Kuyou back...
"So this is where you were, professor!"
Hasuki gasped at hearing that voice, looking toward the edge of the pit to see... "S-Suzumiya-san?!"
*To be continued...*