Whenever there was an Angel attack you could typically count on NERV’s staff to take their jobs seriously and get whatever needs doing done. They all knew how serious their situation was. They all felt the pressure of knowing they were the single group on the planet capable of defeating the Angels. They were professionals. They were highly trained, paid and motivated.
They were also horny enough to make a unicorn jealous. Misato squirmed in her seat and looked around the room, seeing the same signs as she had seen all the way here. The men were obviously erect and trying to get about doing their job while trying to keep it hidden. The women were actively fighting the urge to tease the men, and it’s a good thing they were. Misato herself was feeling an overwhelming urge to let her breasts kiss the cooling air, uncaring of who might see them… But the urge was squashed rather ruthlessly. They had other things to think about right now that were just a little bit more important than getting laid. Like imminent death from an otherworldly abomination.
She could only hope that everyone, herself included, was able to remember that over the coming battle.
“We have confirmed visual!”
Showtime. Misato tried not to squirm too much in her seat while mentally preparing herself for the fresh horror this creature would make manifest in form of flesh. Or whatever these blasted things were made of. Visual confirmation would give a clue of what they could probably expect before they sent their three pilots into battle with it. Forewarned is forearmed. Especially in light of what these things were capable of. God help them if it was the Angel making them all so horny, because proximity could only magnify the already very nearly incapacitating effect.
What they saw was at the very least bipedal. Two arms, two legs, a head. Generally rather humanoid. Distinguishing features included: Rows upon rows of spikes all along its legs and arms. It was hard to tell from this angle, but Misato guessed that those limbs had extra joints to permit greater flexibility, which could provide a tremendous problem in combat. There was a large hole in the middle of its chest with what looked like a glowing mobius strip spinning and fluxuating and shifting colours all throughout. A rather intimidating monster, all truth told. She had seen much worse, but that might not be a fair assessment. After all, its menacing value was rather sharply dropped by -
“Hate to sound stupid, but is it doing what I think it’s doing? I mean, that’s not just me. Right?”
“Yes,” Misato said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Yes, it is. The Angel is dry humping that building.” A shudder passed through her, and she had to pull her other hand away from her thigh. “Send out the Evangelions. If we attack while it’s distracted, then maybe we can put this to bed quickly and cleanly.”
And then they could all have an orgy to cele- Oh, no, no, no! Cast that kind of thinking right out of your head until you know what’s going on. Besides which, if that Angel really was messing with their heads in some way then all she had to do was hold out until it was done.
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Asuka Langley-Soryu was a smart, smart girl. Conceited, but smart. Arrogant to a fault. No. Beyond a fault. You could chart a graph of her rising intelligence versus her arrogance, and the curve underneath the line would have more of an area than some countries. She lived to show off, in part because she knew exactly how talented she was. For the time being her audience consisted of a spineless dork and an emotionless doll, and of the two of them she’d rather spend time with the dork any day. Not that she had a crush on him or anything like that. Nope! The idea of a genius like her liking someone like that? Laughable. How could she ever like him?
She just wanted to fuck him into a coma.
Now. Her brilliant mind was all wrapped up in why that might be the case, and it had come to some conclusions that she wasn’t entirely certain she liked. In spite of his meek nature, he had demonstrated the ability and willingness to fight to protect people. His father was in a position of authority. He could do household chores with remarkable skill. He could cook. He could clean. He could look after someone that was barely able to look after herself (though with Misato, it was more that she was too intoxicated most of the time). In short, her subconscious was screaming “Mating material!” At her and her betraying body was listening. She’d tried to mitigate those feelings with action! Action! Action! But it only made her wetter! Wetter! Wetter!
And then there was Wondergirl to consider. Asuka hated the emotionless doll. Hated. Hated. Hated. Hated her for being Asuka’s antithesis. No emotional reaction to anything at all. Hated that Shinji seemed so fascinated by her. Hated her. Wasn’t jealous or anything, but more sort of pissed off by her complete detachment getting such an attached reaction.
So it was up to her to prove the girl wrong in her outlook by demonstrating which of them was better in bed. And the only way to do that was to have sex. Repeatedly. Over the course of many years, possibly the rest of their lives. Seemed about right. Made complete sense to a genius mind like hers!
For the time being? She had an Angel to slaughter. And oh, there would be a reckoning! Nobody, but nobody cockblocks Asuka Langley-Soryu and walks away with any part of their body intact! Nobody!
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Rei Ayanami was unused to human emotion. It seemed distant. Alien. Unknowable. She was, of course, not human herself exactly. Merely made into their form by their most advanced scientific techniques. Asuka had been uncharacteristically helpful in assisting in her understanding of the strange desires she had been feeling all day. Though, judging from her personality, there had almost certainly been other reasons motivating her assistance Rei felt thankful nonetheless.
However. There was something missing from the experience. She wished to continue exploring it with Shinji. If not for this Angel attack, that would be what they would be doing at this very moment.
For the first time in her life, Rei felt a swelling of new emotion. She had seen others exhibit it at times, but it was a new experience to feel it flooding through her veins. It breathed life into her body that she never knew possible. It was strangely intoxicating, and utterly unlike what she might have expected.
“That Angel is going to die,” Rei whispered. Her face then twisted into a sadistic grin. “Painfully.”
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As for Shinji Ikari? He simply couldn’t wait for this all to be over. Not only because it would mean resuming the sex with two cute girls he knew, but more for another crucial fact.
“Oh, man, whoever designed these plugsuits had no idea how painful an erection would be while wearing them!”
- The fight with the Angel is quick and brutal.
- As above, but after its defeat the Angel transforms into a busty young girl.
- The Angel stops humping the building and actually fights back.
- The Angel doesn’t stop humping the building, but still fights back.
- Something else
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