Right. So she was somehow mentally connected to the other two pilots, probably as a result of that dumbass experiment from before. Sure, that was leaping to a conclusion but she could hardly think of anything else recently that might cause this, so hey! That seemed about right.
Now, Asuka was a proud girl. No question about that. Proud of her intelligence. Proud of her skills. Proud of her natural beauty and athletic ability. For good reason! Why shouldn’t she be? She worked long and hard at making herself the smartest, the prettiest, the best at what she does! Being reduced to being trapped in a boy’s room and being compelled to masturbate while mentally connected to two of her coworkers was just a little bit beneath her. Read: So far beneath her that she shouldn’t even be remotely able to see it even a little bit with the help of the Hubble telescope.
Still. There she was on the verge of a shared climax, unable to stop herself and not really sure how she would go about doing so even if it was possible for her to expend the effort. It wasn’t her fault! It was those two damn perverts! Making her do… Such filthy, perverted things. Making her think such filthy, perverted things! Making her… Making her want to -
Ah! Ah! <i><b><u>Ahhhhhhhhh!</u></b></i>
Asuka collapsed onto the floor and felt her hand get covered by something sticky, damp, gooey. She looked down at it and saw something very nasty and white. Ah. Of course. This was -
“Ew!” she yelped, rushing over towards her desk and grabbing a handkerchief to clean it off. “Disgusting! Yuck! When I get my hands on that boy I’ll throttle… His stupid… Wait, how did I get back into my room? Did Shinji and I switch places?”
The answer to that question was, unfortunately, no. Not exactly. At least, not physically. It took Asuka half a moment to notice anything was wrong, and most of that half moment involved looking down at the softening dick hanging where there shouldn’t be anything at all. Turning to a mirror confirmed her worst fears. “Mein Gott!” Shinji’s face said in the reflection, and come to think of it, that was his voice as well!
<u>“Leave this to me,”</u> Rei’s thoughts came through loud and clear. <u>”I shall resolve this situation presently. Please dress yourselves.”</u>
Asuka was a little bit confused at first, largely because you could have knocked her over with a feather right about then. She was in Third’s scrawny body? Which must mean that he was in - Oooh! That pervert better not touch the merchandise! Because he sure as hell doesn’t have enough to pay for it! Ah. Wait a minute… Hold on… She could sort of see what Rei was planning on the edge of her conscious mind. That would work! This was no time to feel bad for herself, they could work something out later on. Ikari’s erection was gone. All they really needed was something to distract Misato, and since the only person that could make any sort of free move was Rei - Well! It was a plan that clearly indicated that Rei was tapping into her intelligence to figure it out, because it was simple, elegant and neat.
To put it simply: The phone rang.
“I’ll get it!” Misato called, and both of them could hear her go by. She knew because of this weird connection to Ikari. Made it sort of like stereo sound. she could probably pinpoint Misato’s exact position in the apartment through triangulation or - Feh, whatever! She heard the phone being picked up, and that’s when both pilots made their moves simultaneously. Step out of the room, quickly switch positions, and -
<b>“Wait! Um… You’ll need to finish dinner!”</b>
<i>“Me? Why?”</i>
<b>“Do you really want to explain this to Misato?”</b>
<i>“Duh! How dumb are you? Don’t even try thinking of an answer. I mean, obviously NERV is gonna want to try fixing this. It’s not like they can leave all their pilots compromised!”</i>
<u>“Pilot Soryu is correct. It is our responsibility to inform NERV of this new development. I shall adopt this task, as I am currently in communication with Misato Katsuragi.”</u>
Well, there wasn’t really much room for argument there. Asuka felt a smirk grow over Shinji’s face, and turned to see herself, her own body standing in Ikari’s place getting on with dinner preparations as if nothing had even happened in the first place. She used Ikari’s own body to sniff in triumph and -
Man, but she had an amazing butt. Really. Just amazing. Like it was sculpted from clay. A genuine living work of art. Astounding. She could probably watch it for hours, and very well might have if Misato hadn’t put her hand on Shinji’s shoulder and all of a sudden she was cutting vegetables and feeling very oddly turned on.
“We need to talk,” Misato said. No joke in her tone. No playfulness. This was her when she was all business, like during an Angel attack. Concern. An attempt to portray a motherly attitude. For a fleeting moment, Asuka understood exactly why he had wanted to try to keep this secret. Not for their sake. To keep Misato from getting worried about them.
Which was why he was such an idiot, really! Honestly! Of course she’d find out eventually and get worried! Better that it happen sooner rather than later, where there really might be something worth worrying about! Oh, that boy was hopeless. Not to mention checking out her butt, she could see it through his eyes, don’t pretend that you weren’t!
Ugh. The sooner she got this perv out of her brain the better. For a second there she sort of liked the idea of him staring and looking back, and that made her feel distinctly unwell. The very idea made her sick sick sick! Why, if she wasn’t careful then he might turn her into a pervert as well, whose every waking thought would turn towards fucking Shinji stupid. Not that this would be a tremendously difficult thing to accomplish, but -
“I think,” she carefully said through gritted teeth while Ikari very pointedly looked up at the ceiling, “that you may be right.”
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These were the moments she hated the most from this job. Having to be the responsible one. Having to worry about them. Really, she was never the sort that viewed herself as responsible in the first place. The only reason she went for the job as much as she did was because it was important. She knew better than most <i>how</i> important.
It was a different kind of worry than usual. No Angels looming on the horizon. Simply an experiment gone wrong that was having a completely unexpected adverse effect on all three of them. It meant carting them off back to base, it meant another round of tests, it meant spending the night in observation. It meant treating them like a bunch of lab specimens, when in reality they were the last and only hope the human race had to fight back their greatest enemy.
By the time morning arrived, Misato didn’t think she’d had a wink of sleep, or if she had it was some sort of illusion, a trick by her own exhausted mind. Still, when Ritsuko entered the room she snapped to attention immediately and stared at her with the same intensity she would if she were fully awake.
“Can you fix them?”
Ritsuko hesitated a moment before answering, which was all the answer she really needed. “Their synchronisation rates are out of this world,” her friend began, and that seemed like an odd way to start the conversation. “In the simulations we ran, they demonstrated a level of teamwork our experts described as superhuman.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Misato could barely believe what she was hearing. “You can’t leave them like this! Ritsuko, they’re in each other’s heads! It won’t be long before they can’t even keep track of who is who anymore. Do you really want to subject them to that kind of psychological torment?”
No. Not her. Ritsuko was the messenger. This order probably came from above her head. From people that deliberately kept themselves dispassionate so that they could make the decisions that were best for the human race. How cold. How clinical. How unfeeling. They weren’t invested so they didn’t care, which meant it was up to her to deal with the fallout when they all snapped. Because she cared. Because she gave a damn. Because she could see the risks if this all went tits up.
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure we could fix this even if it weren’t for our instructions,” Ritsuko sighed. “We’ll be investigating as an emergency measure if something goes wrong-”
“If?! Something has gone wrong already!”
“Regardless. Rei will be moving in with you to make matters simpler. I’m sorry, Misato. I tried -”
“Not hard enough,” Misato said, but she knew that wasn’t really fair. She probably did do everything she could, but… Ugh! Never mind! She stormed off down the corridor and everyone she met on the way couldn’t get out of her path quickly enough for their own liking. A mess. A complete mess! The psychological damage could be irreversible already, but they didn’t damn well care, did they? Misato was dreading telling them, but it would be best to get it over with quickly. Effectively. Right the hell now. She pushed her way into the waiting room -
And almost fell flat on her face at the sight of Asuka pushing Shinji up against the wall with her lips against his, Shinji’s hands trailing down her back while Rei was sitting very still on the other side of the room watching the two of them and fondling her breasts. Ah. Okay. So… This could also be a problem? Funny how Ritsuko hadn’t mentioned the three of them turning into perverts. That seemed like the sort of thing that maybe should have come up as well.
- Rei moves in.
- Cue Angel attack.
- The effect begins to spread.
- Suddenly, some Rei clones begin to wake up with Asuka or Shinji’s personalities.
- Something else
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