The Rhythmic rampage of Haruhi Suzumiya

“It’s simple. With the SOS brigade representing North High in a dominating victory, we’ll spread our reputation far and wide!” Haruhi declared confidently. “For the next one hundred and twelve years, when people are at a rythmic gymnastics competition they’ll think to themselves: Gee, I wonder if there are strange and extraordinary creatures out there. Let's go search for them!” Haruhi grinned with delight.

“This is a villainous goal!” The brown haired boy besides Haruhi protested. “Fans of gymnastics will rue the day you corrupted their sport! Why don’t you consider other people's traditions for a change?!”

“Kyon, be quite!” Haruhi waved a hand, ruffling the gym bag she had over her shoulders. “Guys aren’t supposed to talk down to their local rhythmic Gymnastic team. They’re just supposed to cheerlead! It’s the only exception to the rule in the sporting world! Stop trying to rock the boat, will you?” She waved at Itsuki. “Make sure to keep him in line, and make sure the two of you cheer for us with all your might when we come up!”

Without even waiting for a response, Haruhi whirled around, and dragged her two compatriots, Mikuru and Yuki, backstage. Mikuru nervously cast a glance backwards, while Yuki blankly let herself be dragged along.

“Ummm, I’m not sure about this Haruhi...” Mikuru glanced at the passing teams of gymnasts, most of whom had already changed into their leotards. They all seemed to be so graceful and coordinated.  “Are we really cut out to represent North High at an actual gymnastics competition?” She said, a minor tone of envy in her voice.

“Not just North High Mikuru!” Haruhi shouted excitedly as they walked backstage, where the sign up for late registration was being held. “You’re representing the SOS Brigade! And don’t worry, we’ve been practicing for weeks! Me and Yuki will take center stage, while you hang in the back and twirl the ribbon around! Just make sure you don’t accidentally wrap Yuki up in a ribbon again, alright?”

Yuki’s eyes shifted towards Mikuru’s, expression still blank. Mikuru paled somewhat. “R-right!” She stuttered, trying to avoid Yuki’s gaze, hoping that the demure interface hadn’t been holding a grudge over those *couple* of incidents.

Haruhi grinned. “Relax, I’m sure everything will be fine! All we need to do is get changed. There’s the locker room!”

The changing room had been empty, with the North High team apparently being the last to come change. So Haruhi was eager to help her two friends change in the interest of expediency. She made sure to help them into their outfits, even sliding their feet into their slippers.

“There! Don’t you think we look fantastic?” Haruhi grinned, as they all walked out of the locker room, dressed and ready to go.

The three girls did indeed look fetching in their skirted gymnast uniforms. Haruhi in her decorated purple two piece suit. Mikuru in a white and blue skirted outfit with long sleeves. And Yuki in a sleeveless blue outfit with large decorative purple flowers, that left her shoulders bare. The girls were mostly barefoot, aside from their flimsy sock thin slippers.

“I’d say we’re just about ready to go!” Haruhi smiled, holding a large hula hoop on her shoulders, while she used the other hand to wave around a gymnastics ribbon in an intricate pattern. She turned to her subordinates.  “Don’t you think Mikuru?”

“Ummm?” Mikuru looked down at her outfit, blushing somewhat as she did her hair up in a ponytail. She did somewhat more look the part of a graceful gymnast after slipping into the leotard.

She glanced over at Yuki. Arms behind her back, juggling clubs in hand, the dainty girl seemed to be perplexed at how her slippers only seemed to cover the front sole of her feet. She immaculately stood on her tiptoes, looking downward curiously.

Mikuru frowned. “I guess it’s hard to match up with her sometimes...” Mikuru fretted, worrying more and more that she might be the odd one out on stage when compared to Haruhi’s boundless energy, and Yuki’s delicate and precise grace.

Haruhi slapped Mikuru on the shoulder. “AAAH!” Mikuru cried, jumping.

“No frowning Mikuru! We can’t show a sad face on stage! If you’re not smiling on stage, it’s a ten point penalty, and a tape gag for you! Got it?” haruhi prodded Mikuru’s cheek with a finger.

“R-right!” Mikuru gave a crooked smile, sweating nervously...but blinked in surprise at the sight she saw coming around a hallway corner.

“Hmmm?” Haruhi turned around to meet Mikuru’s gaze, as did Yuki. “Huh? Tsuruya?!” Haruhi and Mikuru exclaimed together.

Tsuruya blinked. “Huh? What’re all you guys doin’ here?” Tsuruya asked, taken aback by the sight of her friends all dressed in gymnastics outfits. She perked up at the sight of Yuki and Mikuru. “Awww! Those outfits are mega cute!” She bounced to them, her exceptionally long ponytail flailing as she went.

“Speak for yourself Tsuruya!” Haruhi noted with a smile, examining Tsuruya’s own outfit. A long sleeved, purple and blue skirted leotard, with a set of dancing slippers just like the other girls had. “Since when are you into gymnastics?”

Tsuruya gave a toothy grin. “Was inna club durin’ my Junior high years! Mighta joined up in High School, but North High didn’t have a club. Thought it could be fun to give this amatuer exhibition a shot!” Tsuruya looked at Mikuru, smiling. “I just came back to get some extra supplies, but didn’t expect to run into all of ya here!”

Haruhi smiled, hands on her hip. “That’s great! You should join forces with us then! The SOS brigade is representing North High, and we could use someone like you on our team!”

Tsuruya blinked. “Oh, hahhaha, really?” Tsuruya’s smile dimmed slightly.

Mikuru frowned at Tsuruya’s sudden discomfort.

“Yeah! Tell you what. I’m gonna run down to the late registration and sign us all up! I’ll be back in just a moment Tsuruya! All of you wait here.” Haruhi grinned, and jetted off to sign them all up, without letting anyone get a word in edgewise.

“Hmmm, this could be troubles...” Tsuruya muttered to herself as she watched Haruhi run off.

“Tsuruya? Are you okay?” Mikuru asked nervously. “If you don’t want to team up with us that’s...”

Tsuruya gave Mikuru a discerning look, and was about to say something. But then she paused, thought for a moment, and a mischievous kitten like look grew upon her face.

“Oh it’s nothin’!” Tsuruya beamed, hopping over to Mikuru. “Say Mikurun’? I think I left something in the locker. Could ya help me find it, please?” Tsuruya clamped her hands together, and gave Mikuru a little wink.

Mikuru blinked. “Oh, well if that’s all you ne-ah!” She squeaked as Tsuruya dragged her off back to the locker room.

“Sooo...” Mikuru fumbled her fingers as Tsuruya went rummaging about her locker. “What was it that you needed to find?”

“Oh don’t worries! I already found it!” Tsuruya grinned, coming back to reveal a bundle of ribbon batons...and a roll of duct tape.

Mikuru blinked. “ummm, Tsuruya, what do you need that for?” Tsuruya just started unrolling the tape, grinned, and jumped Mikuru.

Mikuru yelped in surprise as she was forced to the padded floor, but it was soon cut off as Tsuruya pressed the tape over Mikuru’s mouth, then began to wrap it around the frightened gingers head multiple times.

Mikuru stared up at Tsuruya, wide eyed. “Tssmhyhh....whhhy?!”

“ehehhe, sorry Mikuru’n.” Tsuruya apologized sheepishly. “But it’s gonna be megas inconvenient if ya all enter this exhibitions, so...” she grinned, pulling Mikuru to her feet, and holding up a pair of ribbon batons from a pile of gymnastics equipment from the locker.

I’m just gonna have to put you out of commision for awhile! Nyro!” She began by twirling both batons, sending the streaming ribbons into eye catching rhythmic patterns. Then with a flick of both her wrists, she shot the ribbon towards Mikuru. The strands of ribbon haphazardly coiled around her body, binding her limbs, while a strand looped around her shoulders.

“Mmmmhn!” Mikuru whined, twisting her little body around, but it was no good. Tsuruya was precise with her ribbons, and they bound Mikuru up tight where she stood. Not to mention the firm grip that Tsuruya held over Mikuru by the end of those batons was more than she could resist.

“Fufufu! As you can see, this was a mercy killin’ on my part! Woulda been cruel to have to put all of ya down on stage!” Tsuruya grinned, ripping off the end of some of the ribbon, and using it to bind Mikuru’s wrist and fingers behind her back.

“mmmhn...” Mikuru found herself weakly nodding. It wasn’t exactly an untrue statement.

“There ya go!” Tsuruya grinned, giving Mikuru a pat on the head, and looked back to the locker. “Now let's get you tucked away now.”

Mikuru shook her head as Tsuruya pulled her to the locker, and shoved her in. Mikuru cried, falling down into a fetal position, looking up at Tsuruya feebly. Tsuruya stroked her chin, eying Mikuru’s slippers.

“Hmmm, I think I might have a use for those! Ya don’t mind, right?” Tsuruya grinned, leaning down, and ripping the flimsy slippers off of Mikuru’s feet. In return, she tied both of Mikuru’s toes together with a small bit of ribbon.

“There! All nice ‘n gift wrapped! Hehehe, Mikuru! You sure do have cute feet!” Tsuruya grinned like a cat, and began to stroke and tickle the bottom of Mikuru’s soles, taking special care to work over and under the arch.

“MMMPH!” Mikuru wailed pitifully, shaking her head back and forth, her entire body trembling as she desperately tried to pull her feet away. Tsuruya laughed.

“There ya go! All mega comfortable! Now dontcha get lonely in there! Imma confiscate Yuki-nyan soon!”

Mikuru shook her head feebly as Tsuruya closed the locker on her, humming to herself contentedly as the sounds of Mikuru’s wailing receded. The job was not yet done by far.

Yuki stat dutifully in the hallway, examining one of her juggling bats. Tsuruya came out of the locker room, with a stash of a emergency “rival team elimination” supplies tucked behind her back. She grinned a toothy grin as she spotted Yuki.

“Hey Yuki-nyan! I gots an important thing to tell yeah!” Tsuruya bounced over to Yuki, hustling back and forth in excitement, causing her long ponytail to flounce. “It’s mega important! Hehehe”.

Yuki smoothly craned her gaze towards Tsuruya, casting her with a quizzical look, while casually lowering the baton.

“Well ya see...imma shove these slippers in yer mouth ‘n kidnap ya!” Tsuruya chirped happily.

Yuki blinked. But before she could react further, Tsuruya made true on her word. In one swift motion, she crammed Mikuru’s pair of delicate gymnastics slippers right past Yuki’s pursed lips.

“mnnnhn?” Yuki mewed, bringing her hands up as Tsuruya’s hand withdrew. Confused, Yuki didn’t quite know what to do, and it cost her dearly. For in that time, Tsuruya had retrieved a solitary strip of tape, shoved it past Yuki’s defensively raised arms and smoothed it out over the demure girls mouth. The dainty slippers were now securely packed in the confines of Yuki’s delicate maw.

“Fufufu! I gotcha in my clutches now lil’ underclassman!” Tsuruya grinned as revealed another set of ribbon batons, and just like with MIkuru, demonstrated how they could be used to effectively restrain an unsuspecting young girl when whipped out. In no time at all, Yuki was now restrained by an array of criss crossing ribbons over torso and wrists up in ribbon, and also around her thighs and ankles.

Finishing up the binding on Yuki’s wrists and fingers, she looped an arm around Yuki’s waist and pulled her in close. “Now do ya wanna know what I’m gonna do witcha? Fufufufu” Tsuruya cackled mischievously, as she pressed her face right into Yuki’s, their noses pressed together.

Yuki calmly stared at Tsuruya, the shorter girl standing on her tiptoes. Tsuruya leered at Yuki...before breaking out into a giggle, and leaning forward to give Yuki a playful peck on the forehead.

“Awww, yer too cute to scare propers~”

“Mmmhn?” Yuki clamped an eye shut in surprise.

“Hehehe! Adorables.” Tsuruya grinned, as she bent over, and tossed the dainty interface over her shoulder with a huff. Yuki’s leotards short skirt billowed precariously as she squirmed around on Tsuruya’ shoulders.

Tsuruya glanced around the hallway. “Phew! Nobody to see me. hehehe, they might have a misunderstanding if they saw me like this! That’d be mega silly!” She grinned, reaching a hand forward to stroke Yuki’s soles, and slipped the dainty slippers off.

“You won’t be needing this anyways, seein’ as how I’m removin’ ya from the competition...oooh! Yer wearing flesh toned nylons?” Tsuruya chirped in surprise as she hauled Yuki into the changing room. She ran a hand  over the delicate fabric from Yuki’s calves to her soles, noting how smooth they were.”

Yuki shuffled around on Tsuruya’s back, curling her toes with discomfort. She still wasn’t sure why Tsuruya had suddenly decided to restrain her.

Tsuruya quietly brought Yuki back into the changing room, and stood before the same locker that she had stashed Mikuru away in it. Yuki glanced to the locker, hearing the pitiful sound of Mikuru’s mumbled voice. She was not particularly surprised that Mikuru had been captured, if she herself had been taken by surprise.

The door to the locker swung open, revealing the sight of the poor ribbon bound Mikuru staring upwards in anticipation of Tsuruya’s return. She seemed more than a little surprised that Tsuruya had Yuki in tow, slung over over the shoulder like a rag doll.

“Hiya Mikurun’! Got Yuki-nyan for ya!” Tsuruya bounced Yuki with the roll of a shoulder, and set her down. “Heh! She’s lighter than she looks!”

“She really captured Yuki?” Mikuru thought to herself in disbelief. “I guess we’re not getting out of this mess any time soon...” Mikuru gave a resigned sigh, slumping her shoulders.

As soon as Yuki’s feet were on the ground, Tsuruya shoved her into the locker. Tsuruya half expected for Yuki to stumble over and fall on Yuki, but much to her surprise, Yuki managed to recover her balance with a hop, and landing in the locker standing upright.

“...” Yuki gave Tsuruya a blank stare.

“Mmmhn?” Mikuru mouthed in surprise.

Even Tsuruya blinked, but scratched her chin thoughtfully. “Huh! So yer a lots more graceful than I had anticipated Yuki-nyan! Fufufu! Good thing I decided to deal with you in the locker room ‘n not on the competition floor! Coulda gone bad  for me! Fufufu!” Tsuruya grinned, still playing the role of the evil sports rival.

“But I think yer gonna find that...” Tsuruya paused at the sound of the door to the locker room loudly being kicked open. “Ooops, gotta go!” Tsuruya apologized, as she slammed the locker shut, so quickly that the new arrival didn’t notice it.

Haruhi huffed into the room. “What are those bozos at the sign in desk thinking? What’s the point of me being the SOS brigade chief, if I can’t sign up my subordinates to things for them?”

“Oooh, they didn’t letcha sign Mikuru’n and Yuki-nyan up?” Tsuruya leaned against the locker, very deliberately trying to talk over the muffled voices coming from the inside.

“Yeah! Not you either! Can you believe it? Now I have to walk all the way back there with everyone can sign up! Don’t you think that’s...” Haruhi turned, as if to address Mikuru, but paused when she noted her absence. “Huh? Where are Mikuru and Yuki?”

Tsuruya smiled a toothy grin. “Ooooh, there a lil’ tied up at the moment!”

Haruhi frowned. “Really Tsuruya. This is no time for joking. Let's go find them. But grab our stuff first.” Haruhi went for her duffle bag.

Tsuruya eyed a set of ribbon batons, and smiled. “Okey Dokey Haru-nyan! I’ll get right to reuniting ya with yer lost subordinates!” Tsuruya laughed to herself at this, collecting the items in question.

Haruhi gave Tsuruya an odd look. “You sure can be a strange one sometimes Tsuruya-senpai.” She smiled. “Not that that’s a-” a noticeable thunking sound from the locker broke Haruhi’s train of thought.

“Huh? What was that?” Haruhi stood up, and listened keenly. Now that nobody was talking, she could hear Mikuru and Yuki’s muffled voices and squirming, just barely audible through the metal walls of the locker.  “What’s going on?” haruhi said, immediately standing up to walk to the locker, and pulling it open.

She stared at the sight of Yuki and Mikuru, their mouths taped over, and their bodies bound with rhythmic  ribbons. The two girls looked up pointedly at Haruhi, eyes wide. Mikuru was the more fervent of the two.

“Hrrhhu!” She mouthed. “Itttth whhhhs tshuruuuhuyyy!”

Haruhi stared at her friends. While she couldn’t discern Mikuru’s warning through the tape gag, she ended up coming to the same conclusion in parallel.

“Wait a minute, this was the locker Tsuruya was beh-gaaah!” Haruhi cried out as she was suddenly taken by Tsuruya’s ribbons from behind! Strands criss crossing around her torso, and down to her upper thighs. Tsuruya tugged hard, tightening the ribbons, and pulling Haruhi away from the locker.

“Hahahha! Too late Haru-nyan!” Tsuruya laughed. “You realized that I was the evil sports rival far too late!” She tightened the ribbons, pulling Haruhi’s arms to her side. “I’m afraids yer team isn’t gonna be able to make it to the competition!”

“Ghhhrrr!” Haruhi struggled, trying to pull her arms free. And she almost did, managing to pull her arms several inches away from her body. But Tsuruya simply had better leverage over her. She glared. “Why Tsuruya? Why betray the SOS brigade? After we put so much trust in you! After we shared that hot pot with you last Christmas?!”

“That was months ago! It wasn’t really that big of a deal!” Mikuru noted to herself.

“Fufufu! I don’t  need to reveal my mega elaborate and mysterious motivation to some soon to be locker stuffed rival just yet!” Tsuruya leered like a predator stalking wounded prey, before bounding forward.

No longer being pulled on by the Ribbon, Haruhi lost balance. She managed to shuffle, but with her upper thighs bound, she could only recover so much. And it was while she was teetering precariously that Tsuruya rushed, swerving around Haruhi with the ribbons in tow, wrapping another layer around Haruhi’s upper body. Hands pinned to her sides and completely covered and folded over her stomach, Haruhi was securely restrained.

“UMMPH!” Haruhi grunted, arms now pinned to her sides. She glared at Tsuruya. “Don’t think you’ll get away with double crossing the SOS Brigade Tsuruya! We’ll get revenge!” Haruhi grinned confidently. Mikuru noted that Haruhi almost seemed excited at the prospect of Tsuruya turning out to be some kind of rival.

“Hohoho! I’m suuuuure ya will!” Tsuruya laughed, reeling Haruhi in close with one arm. She held both of Yuki’s slippers balled up behind her back.

“Yeah! And we’ll find what evil schemes you’re up to as well! I’ll have Yuki run ribbons through your toes for hooours until you t-MMMPH!” Haruhi’s tirade was interrupted when Tsuruya crammed the two slippers into Haruhi’s open trap.

Tsuruya grinned as Haruhi angrily mouthed into the gag. “Hehe! Sure do have a big trap Haru-nyan! Might need a bit more.” Tsuruya flicked Haruhi on the nose, causing the already teetering girl to fall onto her backside. Haruhi landing with a dull thud, and an angry grunt. In seconds, Tsuruya was at Haruhi’s feet, pulling her slippers off, Haruhi’s toes scrunching and grasping at them as they came off.

“Whhhhd dhhh yhhh thhnk yhhr....GHHHMPH!” Haruhi protested as Tsuruya rammed the extra pair of slippers into Haruhi’s mouth.Her mouth was now completely packed, cheeks starting to bulge. Haruhi glared furiously at Tsuruya, who knelt over her, grinning.

“Hehehe, dontcha worry Haru-nyan! I’ll take good care to do good in that competition for ya!” She winked, and leaned down and gave Haruhi a teasing kiss on the nose.

“MMMPH!” Haruhi fumed, kicking her legs up and down savagely. Tsuruya giggled, using this chance to reach a hand over for the roll of duct tape and ribbon again. She tore a strip loose, and pressed it over Haruhi’s mouth, trying to cover over the spilling bulge of slippers as much as she could manage.

Finding this wasn’t adequate to properly hold the spilling slipper fabric in, Tsuruya requisitioned another ribbon batton, tearing the fabric free of the shaft. Pulling Haruhi up to a sitting position, Tsuruya began to wrap it around Haruhi’s head multiple times, pinning her short brown hair down. A lot of the stuffing was still flowing out, but the gag was overall quite secure.

Haruhi made sure to kick and buck as much as possible during this humiliating gagging. But all it managed to do was give Tsuruya opportunity to tuck Haruhi’s flailing legs under an arm,and bind her ankles with more ribbon. Haruhi scowled angrily as this happened, twisting about by her shoulders to scoot away, but it did little good. Tsuruya bound Haruhi’s legs up tightly, and even  had the opportunity to bind Haruhi’s big toes together with ribbon.

Tsuruya grinned, and reached down to grab Haruhi by her ankles, and dragged her over to the locker by her legs. Mikuru squealed as Haruhi was dumped in, feet raised up. Haruhi winced as she laid on the base of the locker by her shoulders and head, her backside pressed tightly against the wall by the presence of two other girls.

It was a very close presence indeed. Mikuru and Yuki’s feet were both right next to Haruhi’s face, providing Haruhi with the varying sensation of skin and nylons being pressed up against her cheeks. Yuki herself had Haruhi’s feet uncomfortably close, and the three girls bodies are packed together as tightly as sardines.

Tsuruya waved playfully at the three captives. “Okay you three! Stay comfortable! I’ll come and getcha after the competition, fufufufu!” Tsuruya teasingly swatted her bottom, and then closed the locker door on the three captives,  casting them in total darkness aside from small air holes present in the locker door.

Haruhi fumed, angry at being bested by Tsuruya, but also rather upset at having two sets of feet pressed up into her face. Mikuru’s bare and grasping feet, and Yuki’s smooth pantyhoes covered feet, which she simply seemed uncaring about moving away from Haruhi’s own face.

“Yhhki! Mhhkuhu! Fhhhd!” Haruhi whined, eye clamped shut as she twisted about, rubbing up against Yuki and Mikluru. But there was no room for the three girls to maneuver, so tightly packed together in the locker they were.

“mmmmph...” Mikuru whined pitifully, her face pressed right on the side of Yuki’s hips. Though inclined to mostly hold still, every time Haruhi shuffled and twisted against Yuki, Mikuru found the demure interfaces body shoved harder and harder into her face. It occasionally became hard to breath when the billowing skirt of Yuki’s leotard got pressed over Mikuru’s nose.

Haruhi rather pointedly ignored how her feet were continually pressing and rubbing over Yuki’s face, from cheek to eyes. She was much too intent on her rambunctious writhing and mewling into her gags. At first, simply out of outrage at having been humiliated so greatly by Tsuruya. But eventually in a deliberate attempt to draw attention to the locker room, in the hope of facilitating an unlikely rescue.

Yuki tried to bear this with dignity at first, but after awhile, shot the occasional glance of irritation towards Haruhi’s peds, which got jammed into her face every time Haruhi twisted her body around to slam at the wall of the locker.

“This is an inconvenient situation...” Yuki finally decided, after nearly half an hour of being sandwiched between both Haruhi and Mikuru’s wriggling forms. After a bit more contemplation, Yuki decided that it was in her interest, as an observer, to attempt to escape her bindings.

She began to deliberately rub her mouth against Haruhi’s feet. Intent on trying to get the gag removed.

By now, Haruhi was starting to simmer in anger. It was starting to dawn on her that they’d likely  already missed the start of the exhibition by now, and that they wouldn’t be able to compete in the days events. She was just beginning to reassure herself that this would be fine as long as they foiled whatever diabolical scheme Tsuruya was up to, when a certain interfaces toes pushed into Haruhi’s face.

“mmmmph!” Haruhi squealed as Yuki rubbed her face up the arch of Haruhi’s foot, in an attempt to get at the squirming toes. “Yhhhki? Whhht rhhhr yhhh dhhhn...” Haruhi squirmed about, until she came to a realization. “Oh wait, I could help Yuki take her gag off!”

Trying to keep her composure, and to not burst out laughing as strands of Yuki’s hairs sifted through her toes, Haruhi called out to Yuki again, urging her onward.

“Mmmmph!” Haruhi groaned, clasping for the corner of the tapegag, in an attempt to pull it loose. A stand of hair sliding through Haruhi’s toes caused her to giggle, diverting the aim of her toes. Right over Yuki’s button nose.

“mmmhn....” Yuki blinked, staring down at Haruhi’s toes pinching her nose shut. She estimated she had about a minute before the lack of oxygen became inconvenient. She judged Haruhi would likely realize her mistake long before then.

But Haruhi did not realize the mistake before twisting with her toes, scrunching poor Yuki’s nose. Yuki winced slightly, annoyed. She squirmed around slightly, rubbing her pantyhose clad feet across Haruhi’s face, causing the brunette girl to wrinkle her nose.

Haruhi blinked as she felt up Yuki’s nose with her feet. “Oh, I grabbed Yuki’s nose. Ooops.” Haruhi thought to herself, belatedly letting go of Yuki’s nose, and beginning her efforts anew.  

Her efforts to grip the tape gag in with her toes resulted in her accidently punching Yuki’s cheeks over half a dozen times. But eventually, her aim held true, and she grabbed the edge of Yuki’s tape gag.

“Yhhhs!” Haruhi grinned under her hefty gag in triumph, before roughly pulling the tape off Yuki’s mouth without thinking. There came a fleshy snap which caused Mikuru to jolt.

Yuki winced, blinking rapidly in surprise. Although it was dark in the locker, there was just enough light peeping in that Mikuru could just make out the distinctly square faced red mark across Yuki’s mouth, from where the adhesive gag had been removed so roughly from.

“Y-yyyhk?!” Mikuru murmured with concerned, trying to peer up at the demure interface, as the used strip of tape fluttered down the locker and landed on her head.

Haruhi blinked. “Ohhhps...shhhryy Yhhhki” Haruhi apologetically murmured into her gag. Though in barely a few seconds later, she was back at work trying to ungag Yuki, fishing deep into her mouth to remove the pair of dainty gymnastics slippers that were crammed within.

“mmmhn.” Yuki winced, but still edged her head towards Haruhi. As discomforting as the prodding of Haruhi’s clumsy toes were, Yuki very well knew that there would be a great benefit to removing the obstruction so tightly wadded in her mouth. The ability the cast her data manipulation spells, which would do a great deal to expedite the process of their escape.

Mikuru looked at the tape gag that Haruhi had removed from Yuki’s face. “I have to help...somehow!” Mikuru thought with an upswing of determination, and reached her own toes out to try to remove Haruhi’s wrap around ribbon gag.

“Mmmmhn?!” Haruhi grunted in surprise as Mikuru’s feet began to press over her own face, and momentarily recoiled from the movement. But when she realized that Mikuru was attempting to emulate Haruhi’s own actions with Yuki, Haruhi felt a surge of pride at Mikuru’s initiative.

“That’s the spirit Mikuru!” Haruhi thought to herself optimistically, and began to multitask between trying to get a grip on the stuffing in Yuki’s mouth, and shoving her own face eagerly into Mikuru’s awkwardly grasping feet.

Mikuru didn’t have very much success. Tsuruya had wrapped the seemingly delicate ribbons tightly around Haruhi’s head. And while she could peel a few of the layers off at a time, it was an awkward and slow process, with Haruhi having to frequently recoil back when Mikuru inadvertently smothered Haruhi’s nose. Haruhi winced when this happened, but kept her mind focused on the task at hand.

Eventually, Haruhi managed to get a grasp on one of the saliva soaked slippers, and pulled it out of Yuki’s mouth. With the first slippers removal freeing up space in Yuki’s jawline, it was easier for her to spit the other one out as well.

“Mmmhn?!” Mikuru flinched as the slightly wet slippers landed on her, but she brightened up when she realized that Yuki was finally ungagged. “We can escape now? But what about Haruhi seeing miss Nagato use her powers?” Mikuru thought with sudden concern.

Haruhi perked up as well, grinning behind her strict gag. “Yhhhs! Mhh thhh Mhhkhhru~” Haruhi urged, triumphant at her own success, practically buried her face into Mikuru’s peds, accidentally tickling them with strands of her auburn hair.

“Mmmmhn! mmmhnmhnhn~” Mikuru giggled unintentionally, squirming her toes uncontrollably over Haruhi’s face, who still tried to press it against Mikuru’s feet.

Yuki took the freeing of her jaw with composure. Face still blank, despite the red tape mark over her face, she licked her lips, and worked her jaw. They were dry and stiff respectively, and motions like that were part of her normal biological maintenance. Attempting data manipulation without properly stretching the jaw muscles and lubricating the lips could be quite physically stressing, so Yuki took her time.

It was when Mikuru had finally managed to remove the final layer of ribbon over Haruhi’s quadruple slipper stuff gag, that Yuki began to cast her data manipulation spell to free herself of her ribbon bindings.

Yuki began to speak rapidly, initiating the data manipulation command code. It worked with flying colors, resulting in the knots the ribbons were tied in losing their tension, and slowly coming undone.

The rapid expulsion of air as Yuki spoke quickly also just happened to shoot over the bottom of Haruhi’s feet, hitting them at just the right angle to cause a very particular physical stimulation.

“GMMPH?! MMMHMNHN!” Haruhi cried out, her laughter muffled by the slippers stuffed into her mouth. Haruhi immediately began to thrashing about, interrupting Mikuru’s attempt to remove her gag. On top of that, Haruhi’s sudden thrashing also caused her to accidentally place her upward turned feet right over Yuki’s mouth.

“bzzzzzhmnnnn?!” Yuki blinked when she realized that her data manipulation was no longer working. Her blurringly fast spoken words had been muzzled, now sounding like the actual buzzing of an insect, having lost all legibility. Unfortunately, this did not do anything to reduce how much Haruhi’s feet were being stimulated by the data manipulation chant.

“GGMMMPHM! HHHMHMHMHN!” Haruhi cried, eyes clamped shut. “W-what is Yuki trying to do?!” Haruhi thought to herself desperately. “Just decided to raspberry my feet out of nowhere?!

Mikuru stared upwards, realizing what was going on, even as she was pushed up against by her two friends. “Oh no! Yuki can’t use her powers, and if she keeps up like this...” Mikuru grew more alarmed.

“Yooohooo!” A chipper voice suddenly called out in the locker. “Are all ya girlies doin’ okays?”  The voice was familiar. It was Tsuruya’s.

Mikuru’s eyes widened. “Oh no! Tsuruya’s back that means...” Mikuru thought for a moment. “Wait a minute. That’s not a bad thing. Tsuruya isn’t a bad person. She’ll let us go now, won’t she?”

Mikuru looked to Yuki and Haruhi, only to realize that neither of them had heard Tsuruya calling out to them, so distracted by Yuki’s accidental motorboating of Haruhi’s feet. It was only a second after Tsuruya had flung the door open, did Yuki and Haruhi finally notice the cheerful girl’s presence.

“mmmn...???” Yuki looked up at Tsuruya, Haruhi’s foot still clamped over her face. She finally stopped trying to cast a data spell, which allowed Haruhi to finally come to her senses.

“Gmmhmmhmhmh...Nnnghn ghhr....tshhruhh?” Haruhi mouthed into her stuff gag, staring up at Tsuruya in surprise.

Tsuruya stared at all of them for a second, before she began to burst into giggles. “Mmmhm....hehehehe, hahaha! Whatya guys think yer all doin’?! Nyro? I walk out on all of ya for half an hours, and yer already getting into a mega mess? Bwahahahaha!” Tsuruya planted both her hands on her stomach, and began laughing with glee at the plight of her acquaintances. The duffle bag she had over her shoulders came sliding off as she laughed herself silly.

Haruhi furled her eyes, mouthing out vigorously, until the bundle of stuffing in her mouth was forced out.

“I’ll have you know Tsuruya!” Haruhi snarled, twisting about as much as she could while still pinned to the side of the locker wall. The motion moved her feet off of Yuki’s mouth. “That all of this was a highly elaborate SOS Brigade attempt escape designed to foil your evil pl-”

Haruhi’s tirade was interrupted when Yuki began casting a data spell. It tickled Haruh’is feet again, but also caused the slack ribbons hanging from Yuki’s body to shoot out of the locker, and right at the laughing Tsuruya.

“BWAHAHHAHAHA?!” Haruhi cried out again, trying to twist away from Yuki, and the air blowing out of her trap. Her effort led her to come tumbling out of the locker completely.

“BWHAHHAA....HAAAAAAAA?!” Tsuruya cried out in surprise as she was ensnared by countless ribbons cross crossing over her torso, neck, and even cleaved through her mouth. “MMmmmmphn?!” Tsuruya did a double take, staring at the now unbound Yuki, who was now calmly stepping over Mikuru and Haruhi, and approaching Tsuruya.

“Yhhhki....nnyyyhn?” Tsuruya purred through the cleave gag, before Yuki jumped forward and pinned Tsuruya to the ground. A muffled squealing struggle ensued.

Haruhi shook her head, as she came to her senses. “Wuh...what happened?” She stared at the melee happening infront of her. “Huh? Yuki got loose and has trussed up Tsuruya already?” Haruhi announced with a flabbergasted tone in her voice.

Mikuru bristled, worrying what kinds of conclusions Haruhi could draw from that amazing observation. Fortunately, Haruhi was too caught up in the moment to ponder too deeply about it.

“That’s our Yuki!” Haruhi beamed, and began twisting around in her bindings in earnest. She turned towards Mikuru. “Hey Mikuru! Try to pull these ribbons on my wrists free!”

Visibly relaxing, Mikuru nodded her head, and inched out of the locker, to help unbind Haruhi’s wrists with her fumbling toes. Once Haruhi’s wrists were unbound, it only took her a couple more minutes to pull the various ribbons off her body.

Much to Mikuru’s distress, Haruhi ignored her compatriots distress, and instead collected a bundle of ribbon and a roll of duct tape from Tsuruya’s duffle bag. Mikuru whined as Haruhi sauntered over to Tsuruya, who was still struggling against Yuki.

“Oh dear, I hope they’re not too rough on her...” Mikuru thought to herself.

Tsuruya gawked up at Haruhi, while she bit into her ribbon cleave gag. “Ohhhm...hhhmh Hrhrrhi.” Tsuruya smiled bashfully through the cleave gag, toothy fang prominent. “Yhhhr nnnhht annghry bbhhd dhhss, rhhhd?”

Haruhi smiled cruelly, eye twitching. In response, she merely pulled Tsuruya’s slippers off, and crammed them into her mouth, driving the cleavegag in deeper, before proceeding to gag Tsuruya roughly with a thick multi-layered wrap around tape-gag.

“MMMMPH!” Tsuruya whined, wiggling back and forth, as Haruhi laughed evilly. The brigade leader only took a moment to look back at Mikuru. “Hey Yuki, help Mikuru out, wouldn’t you? I can handle Tsuruya for now.”

Yuki nodded slowly, then let go of Tsuruya, and went over to help untie Mikuru, leaving Haruhi to the duty of binding Tsuruya tightly with the rhythmic gymnastic ribbons. By the time that Mikuru had been freed of her bindings, Tsuruya had been fully entwined in hers. Almost mummified in ribbon, Haruhi grinned in satisfaction.

“Well now! It seems the tables have turned, haven’t they Tsuruya?” Haruhi reached and wrapped her arms around both Yuki and Mikuru’s shoulders, and pulling them into an embrace. Haruhi’s grin only broadened as her two friends cheeks squashed up against hers, and she gave Tsuruya a smug look. “You sure made a mistake when you decided to set yourself up against me and my subordinates in the SOS Brigade! Am i right girls?”

“Ummmm, I, uh...” Mikuru glanced between Haruhi and Tsuruya, not sure if she should apologized to Tsuruya for her restraints, or to Haruhi for her lack of enthusiasm.

“...”Yuki just stared down at Tsuruya, eying up her restraints. She noted that despite Tsuruya’s lackadaisical attitude, her bindings of the three of them had been nearly as thorough as when Yuki had restrained her.

Tsuruya was not off put at all by this display of power, and nodded her head enthusiastically. “Mmmhmhn!” She beamed, taking her defeat and restraint in stride.

Haruhi frowned at Tsuruya’s conciliatory attitude. She reached out, and pinched Tsuruya’s nose shut with a toe. “Now don’t go acting all cheeky! We’re still rather upset about your vile scheme to subvert the noble goals of the SOS brigade!” Haruhi railed on.

“mmmmmhn!” Tsuruya winced, wiggling around until Haruhi relased her grip on her poor nose a couple of seconds later.

Breathing heavily, Tsuruya shook her head. “Ohhhh, bhhhd dhhhd” Tsuruya remembered. “Yhhh shhh...GMMMH! MHMHMHMHN!” Tsuruya burst into laughter when Haruhi bent down, and began running her fingers up and down Tsuruya’s sides. Tsuruya began to wail and wiggle almost immediately just from this, and went into full scale thrashing and hysterics when Haruhi motioned for Yuki to began her assault on the bottom of Tsuruya’s now bare soles. Tsuruya twisted her body around, ponytail flailing.

“I think a nice round of tickle torture will loosen those lips of yours! Tell us all about what sinister motives you had for doing all this! At least after we unwrap them, hehehe!” Haruhi gleamed evilly.

“...” Yuki worked over Tsuruya’s soles in silence, almost contemplative. While Yuki was not one to express particularly strong emotions, she seemed to quietly relish the chance to let loose a bit on the ever perplexing Tsuruya.

“H-Haruhi!” Mikuru gasped, looking at Tsuruya’s rough treatment with concern. “I-don’t know if this is a good place to be doing this kind of thing.” She glanced anxiously towards the door, wondering if any of the other contestants might be coming back to the locker room.

Haruhi paused. “Say, you’re right Mikuru. We probably want to move Tsuruya to a more secluded location, then interrogate her. Good thinking!” Haruhi grabbed the duct tape, then pressed a strip over Tsuruya’s eyes, blinding her. The ponytailed genki girl squirmed and wiggled in response to being blinded. “Can’t have you seeing where we’re taking you Tsuruya!” Haruhi smirked.

“mmmmmmhn”

Mikuru paled. “N-no! That’s not what I...” she began, but Haruhi had already gestured for Yuki to take Tsuruya by the shoulders, while Haruhi lifted her by the legs.

“Alright Mikuru! You get the door and watch over us as we move Tsuruya. It’d be really inconvenient if somebody spotted us and got the wrong idea!” Haruhi nudged her head towards the locker room door.  Tsuruya squirmed and giggled as Haruhi idly thumbed the soles of Tsuruya’s feet.

“Won’t that give them the wrong idea?” Mikuru whispered. She gave Tsuruya an apologetic glance, before reluctantly complying with Haruhi’s instructions.

“Oh goodness...” Mikuru worried to herself. “I sure hope that nobody sees us...”

“Hey Kyon! What are Haruhi, Mikuru and Yuki doing to Tsuruya?” Came a confused, juvenile voice from down the hall. The SOS Brigade members all came to a halt, and slowly turned their gaze down the hall.

Gawking at the sight of the bound and gagged Tsuruya being absconded with, was Kyon and his little sister. While the former was dressed casually, the 11 year old girl was wearing the same style of rhythmic gymnastics uniform used in the competition.

While Kyon’s sibling had a confused, innocent expression, Kyon had a shocked and exasperated look on his face. “What the heck are all of you doing?” Kyon asked, exasperated.

Mikuru whimpered, and planted her hands in her face. “Oooooh noooo...” she whimpered, mortified.

“...” Yuki casually met Kyon’s gaze.

Haruhi shifted her eyes around nervously. Like a child who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Ohhh, ummm, this is...”

Tsuruya perked up. “Ohhhhmhn! Hhyha Kyhhn! Immhto!” She chipper called out to the two new arrivals.

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“...so ya see...” Tsuruya explained, rubbing her wrists where she had been bound with ribbon. “Since all students from a high school have’ta enter together if a school club is joinin’, I wouldn’t have been able to do my duet with lil sis her!” She smiled coyly. “So that’s why I had to take the competitions out of commission, fufufu.”

“That’s right!” Kyon’s sister chimed in response to Tsuruya.

“Don’t say outrageous things you don’t understand.” Kyon reprimanded, shaking his head.

“Sheeesh!” Haruhi crossed her arms. “If I’d known it was gonna be that much of a problem, I’d had us go tomorrow. You could have told us!” Haruhi glanced at the pile of wet, balled up dancing slippers in the corner. “That certainly would have saved us on having to buy new replacement slippers. Yuck! I’m not putting those on my feet again!”

Tsuruya stuck her tongue out, yet somehow managed to still look genuinely apologetic. Something only the heir of the Tsuruya clan could manage. “Sorrys. You just kinda blindsided me, ‘n I kinda got carried away, nyro.”

Mikuru waved off at the side. “I-it’s okay Tsuruya, I understand that some people can get a bit carried awaway sometimes...” Mikuru commented, from very real first hand experience. Besides her. Yuki stood demurely, unphased by the days event.

Kyon planted his face in his palm. “I don’t know which of the two of you are worse. Haruhi for thoughtlessly trying to register us under the farce that we’re the rhythmic gymnastics club for North High, or Tsuruya for stealing my little sister without permission!”

Haruhi frowned. “What about her tying us all up?”

“As much as it pains me to say this about Miss Asahina, but familiar concerns take priority! Besides. Tsuruya is a friend of Mikuru, and wouldn’t ever hurt her.” Kyon declared, much to Haruhi’s annoyance that she didn’t even get listed.

“But Kyon! I got permission to go out with big sis Tsuruya! Mom even said so.” Kyon’s sister looked towards Tsuruya, who nodded.

“Yep! I organized the outing and everything! Even practiced a bit with her after school, Fu-fu-fu. Had a lot of fun taking care of her  last winter, made me realize how fun it is to have a little sister! So figured it’d be okay to spend some more time with her.” Tsuruya waggled a finger in Kyon’s direction. “Not like you were hangin’ with her at the time!”

Kyon shook his head. “I’m going to have to pay more attention to you Tsuruya. I never took you to go behind my back like that, just to spend time with my little sister.”

Tsuruya smiled mischievously, leaning forward and having Kyon a look over. “Hehe, oh I don’t think ya can imagine the things I’ve considered to make her my little sis. Legally ‘n all.” Tsuruya gave kyon a quick wink.

Kyon balked somewhat as his barefooted senior made eyes at him. It was hard not to look back, as fetching as she looked in that rhythmic leotard. He nervously shot a glance towards Haruhi. Fortunately, Haruhi hadn’t been caught in her own train of thought, and hadn’t noticed the altercation.

Tsuruya snickered. “Haha! Just kidding!” She waved a hand, and without a further comments, waltzed over to Yuki, Kyon now out of her mind. “Say Yuk! That was some mega slick move you pulled! I thought only Mikuru’n was able to truss up other people's with ribbons! Hahaha!” Tsuruya wrapped an arm around Yuki’s shoulders, and waggled an eyebrow in Mikuru’s direction.

Mikuru blushed and waved her hands. “T-tsuruya! That only happened...errr, twice?”

While those three bickered, Haruhi was lost in her own train of thought. “Hmmm, maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Perhaps the SOS Brigade merely representing one school isn’t thinking big enough. Maybe we should represent the entire city in tomorrow's rhythmic gymnastics competition!”

Kyon interjected. “Haruhi? You realize that if you do that, the number of problems we’re going to have will multiply by at least a hundred, right? A lot of people will be very upset if we try to do something so outlandish.”

“So? That just means the number of rivals we can make will increase! What’s the point of entering Rhythmic gymnastic competitions if you don’t have rivals?” Haruhi grinned broadly.

Kyon breath heavily, shoulders sagging. “Alright then, I guess we’ll just have to put up with everyone wanting to shove you guys into the changing room lockers. And I’m not sure they’ll be as amiable as miss Tsuruya.”

Haruhi grinned. “Sounds fun!” She exclaimed, before marching over to join Mikuru, Tsuruya and Yuki.

Kyon sighed, planting his face in his palm. “Oh good grief...”