Then she glanced backwards towards the pilot, who was completely emotionally unaffected by whatever had happened to her. At least, until she followed Rei's eyeline. Right down to Misato's legs. Suddenly that didn't seem like the usual dull emotionless uninterested expression that she was used to seeing, expected to see. It was almost like a hunger had taken over. And you know what? There was a small part of her that probably wouldn't mind too much being eaten alive.
Beer. Beer was required. Strong beer. Really strong, enough to make her ignore the way that Rei's thumb was circling Misato's -
She had to bite her fist to keep down the whimper. How was it possible to make something that small and simple feel that good? Fight it down. Drop her off at the refitting room, get a plugsuit measured up and made for her then find a vending machine and dump every single coin you have into it. That should take care of it. That should -
"Hello!" she called into the room. "Knock knock, anyone home?"
"It appears as though this station is empty," Rei said. She stepped past Misato, slipping into the room as gently as a breeze. Then, having arrived in the middle, she peered over her shoulder and slid her uniform off her shoulders, and - "I will require assistance," Rei sexed. Or said, rather. "I cannot operate this machinery alone."
This was the second mistake: Staying behind to do this by herself. In an empty workroom. Instead of investigating why the relevant staff were not on duty at the time, Misato's entire runtime was devoted to the (seldom used) program "celibate.exe", which was devouring a hell of a lot of resources and may well be overheating the system just a little bit.
The uniform's blouse dropped to the floor, and so Rei turned around - my god they're perfect - bent over, picked them up, folded them and placed them on a desk to the side of the room. Then she returned to the middle of the room, unfastened her skirt, repeated the process, and then again with her underwear. Leaving Misato nothing to do but stare and dearly wish she had any kind of beer in her hand right now. She'd even take a shot of fermented prune juice if it meant she could actually handle what she was looking at.
"You seem stressed," Rei calmly said once she was fully naked. "If you would like, I could release those tensions with a shoulder rub."
"No thanks."
"I have also heard that another good way to reduce stress is a good, thorough -"
"I said no thanks! Get in the machine!"
Right. Right! Just focus on the machine. Haha, yes! The machine makes sense. The machine is an anchor connecting her to the real world. It was a small chamber that a person could climb inside. Hold out their hands. Touch the sides with that soft, pale seductive flesh and then and then and then! It performs an analysis on the occupant. Determines their body mass, then automatically processes the skintight form fitting body hugging plugsuit.
Misato swallowed, and tried to pretend that she was handling this just fine. Of course, the machine itself required a security pass. To log who had used it. She entered her code, got her thumbprint read, got her retina scanned. All that stuff. All to think about what the hell was going on around here!
It didn't make any sense at all. No matter how she sliced it this transformation was completely inexplicable. Of course, one of the reasons she got this job in the first place was her ability to think outside the box regarding unusual situations, however her tactical ability didn't quite extend this far.
"Scan completed!" Misato chirped, then turned on her heel away from Rei. "Get dressed and head down to the dressing room - " Dressing room! There was one right in the corner next to the machine so pilots could enter with a modicum of privacy! "And then report for your tests. Maybe we can find out what happened that way, I guess? Well, see you at the test! I have to go do a thing bye bye!"
She was out of the room long before Rei could say a single word. Distance. Definitely need a little bit of distance. Get out of that room, get away from that walking bottled up emotionless sex amplifier. Create a little distance, find something strong enough to knock this out of you and maybe just think this through before reporting what the hell just happened to - God knows. The Commander?
It was as if the more time she spent near her, the worse it got. The arousal. The almost bearable want breaking down her resolve piece by piece and then putting it back together like a jigsaw with the wrong picture on the box. Or something like that. She was too damned addled to think of a good metaphor, and that was the only one that didn't involve things like trains going into tunnels, rocketships going up into space, etc.
But now that she had created a little bit of distance she could breathe a bit easier. She could remain calm. She could relax. She could focus more rationally on her choice ahead. She would find someone higher ranked than herself, explain to them calmly and rationally that Rei had transformed into a walking, talking sex radiator, that she had crafted a new plugsuit for the weird little sexpot pilot, then sent her off to the dressing room where the other two pilots -
The other two pilots. Who were, in their own ways, tightly wrapped up balls of sexual repression as it was.
"Hi, Misato! How are you?" Shigeru asked in passing.
"Oh... SHIT!" Misato yelled, turning around to break into a flat run.
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Sometimes it sucked being the best. The brightest. The prettiest. In other words being Asuka Langley-Sohryu. Another day, another chance to show off her synchro-rating. When they so politely established these opportunities for her, who was she to say no?
The one and only complaint she had was the company. Separated by a mere partition while he dressed himself in his own plugsuit, one of the lesser banes of her existence, Shinji Ikari. A shy little pervert with no spine, no backbone, to the point that even though she was pretty damned certain he wanted to sneak a peek he would ever dare go for it. Serves him right, torturing himself that way! Now he'd never know what he was missing out on!
As for other banes of her existence, there were those two dumbasses from school, but the biggest one of all, the one that drove her absolutely up the wall every single solitary time was the living breathing doll known as -
The door opened and the devil herself arrived.
"About time," Asuka began, turning around to throw a few little barbs about timing in the direction of her supposed colleague, starting with "What's the matter? Was there nobody around to dress yooooou whaaaaaa?!"
"Um, Asuka, are you alright?" Shinji called from the other side of the partition.
No, she was thinking. No, she was not alright. Rei Ayanami was walking into the changing room in her uniform with the kind of body a porn star would probably kill for. How?! How had <i>this</i> happened all of a sudden?! That wasn't fair! It wasn't right! The doll gets a body like that? That's it, now Asuka was going to complain to someone! That had to be worth some kind of reprimand, getting that kind of surgery when the whole world was on the line! Look at her, just walking into the room, right up to where Asuka was standing until the two of them were so close she could feel her body heat. So close that if Asuka moved just a fraction of an inch the two of them would be kissing.
A pair of fingers went under her jaw and snapped her mouth shut.
"Good morning Pilot Sohryu. After our test is completed, I desire companionship. Would you accomodate?"
"Like hell I will!" Asuka huffed. Rei was unbuttoning her blouse, at least the very scant few buttons she needed to - boooooobs - Is the kind of thing a pervert like Shinji would say upon seeing those... You couldn't even call them breasts. Art? Maybe that would do. Not that she was attracted to that sort of thing. Nope! Not her!
"You have drool on your chin."
"... Do not," Asuka sniffed, turning around to discreetly check.
"Are you girls decent? I'd like to come out now."
"With a body like that, I doubt Ayanami will ever be decent again."
Which was right at the moment when she pressed the compression button on her plugsuit's wrist, and then in perfect time with it fitting tightly around her body, gave her own perfectly formed ass a good, hard smack. By coincidence, Asuka's legs turned to jelly at the very following second.
"Huh?" Shinji gasped. The partition was quickly pushed aside and his stupid head poked out while she was in a really dumb position on the floor looking like a dumbass! "What's going on out - Uhhhhh!"
"Hey! Don't stare at her like that, dummkopf!"
"I have a sense the two of you have a great deal of built up sexual tension," the doll calmly said in her usual monotone. "This is extremely unhealthy. Permit me to assist you both. This way, your test results might prove to increase substantially."
- Misato arrives to put a stop to fun, fun, sexy time (aw) Gets drawn in herself (yay)
- A Rei clone or two arrives in the room to have some fun with Asuka and Shinji.
- Misato runs into a Rei clone en route.
- Meanwhile, Ritsuko and Subject are sexperimenting.
- Meanwhile, Maya and Naked are exploring human reproduction.
- Something else
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