Denial is such a powerful psychological tool. Uh... Under the circumstances the word <i>tool</i> might be a little tactless. Perhaps we should instead call it a useful distraction technique a person can draw upon while letting their unconscious handle the fact that they're hefting a rather large "tool" when they're not supposed to have a "tool" in the first place.
Sure, denial's got a bad rap, it's called psychologically unhealthy, but sometimes something so shocking happens - like a giant, meaty phallus appearing on your person out of nowhere - that you can't really handle it in anything like a healthy way. Not that there could be anything healthy about a dick so big and thick she could barely get her hand around it. The process of an erection like this was probably taking vital blood away from her precious genius brain.
Of course too much denial means that you completely ignore the fact that you have a large penis all of a sudden. It means that you withdraw too deeply away from reality, and pretend that you aren't wondering what it would feel like if you put this erect cock in between a certain not-exactly-human bluette's breasts and thrust it up towards her pretty, emotionless face until you -
<u>I am also curious to experience this sensation.</u>
<i>Um, wouldn't you both feel it at once? So you'd both feel what it's like to do it and have it done to you at the same time...</i>
<u>I am now even more curious to experience this sensation.</u>
Denial is also useful in pretending that it was <i>their</i> fault you had dipped into an extremely perverted fantasy due to this whole psychic connection thing. Yep! Rei or Shinji had fantasised about Asuka getting Rei to give her a titjob, and the psychic connection bled into her mind. It wasn't that she was perverted or anything like that! It- It was not something she definitely wanted to experience at least one time in her life!
"Asuka? Rei? You've been in there quite a long time. Is everything alright?"
And there came the problem with using denial as a to- as a technique. Sooner or later reality would come a-knocking, and it turned out in this case that reality took the form of a concerned Misato Katsuragi. This was, by measures, better than an angry Misato Katsuragi, worse than a drunk Misato Katsuragi, better than a jealous Misato Katsuragi, and so, so much worse than a naked and horny Misato Katsuragi.
<b>Right, which of you dumb perverts snuck that thought into my head?</b> Silence answered her. <b>Ohhh, you're gonna get it later on!</b>
<font size = -2><u>Yaaaaay...</u></font>
Grk! That was the problem with sharing headspace with two perverts. The very first instance of punishment that springs to mind is spanking that taut, pale and yet alluring booty with the centre of your palm, making that fleshy butt quiver while you discreetly cop a -
<i>Asuka! Focus! Misato!</i>
Okay! So! Asuka focused on the problem at hand, and considered it rationally. She could easily hide this schlong with her massive intelligence. Yep, it wouldn't be any trouble at all for her to pretend that everything was hunky-dory and lickety split (whatever <i>that</i> meant) resulting in a series of embarrassing comedic moments where the other two thought of something really pervy, making her large shaft hard as a rock and really obvious in her feminine clothing. Or maybe Rei would be the one to sport a woody, and Asuka would have to draw everyone's attention away from it because the doll was too stupid to cover herself properly -
And then everything would fall apart due to the obligatory medical examination where they would have absolutely no chance, none whatsoever to hide anything about their bodies from the cold and clinical analysis of the machines. On the one hand, damnation. On the other, she could at least avoid that predictable farce before it started.
"M-Misato," Asuka sniffed. Internally she wanted to slap herself. That was the weenie kind of way Shinji would have put it! "It - it's gotten worse! Look at -"
Babe. Misato is a babe. Oh, boy, that body, those curves, that face, that everything! As soon as she opened that door to peek her worried face inside, Asuka felt <i>that thing</i> get really hard, really quickly. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no! This was that idiot Shinji's fault, making her get all horny and hard because of Misato's exquisitely heavenly bod!
"Worse in what... Oh." Misato stared for a moment, nodding her head. "Oh... Ohhhhh... Well, I suppose we could wrap up this shopping trip to get all three of you checked out again. I'll bring you something more baggy to help you girls cover up, and then we'll head back to the base. Alright?"
"Yes, ma'am," Asuka said, strangely not feeling so angry anymore. In fact, she didn't feel much of anything right now. Weird. It was like everything took on a suddenly dispassionate tone and -
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS NONSENSE?!"
The door next to hers suddenly flew right off its hinges and embedded itself in the wall. Out of the cubicle stomped Rei Ayanami, hands on hips, a huge (and yummy) looking penis standing proud and erect without a shred of shame about her. Whereas the expression on the doll's normally cool and controlled face was exploding with rage the likes of which Asuka had never seen or heard outside of, well, herself.
<i>Nnng.... No... Why do I want her so badly right now?</i>
<b>Because you're a pervert!</b> Asuka pointed out, carefully eyeing the bulbous head on the end of that shaft and licking her lips.
"Shut up, the pair of you!" Rei huffed while Misato boggled at this completely bizarre behaviour from the girl. "Hmph! Honestly! More tests? More examinations? More bullshit, more like!"
"Rei," Asuka said in a monotone, deliberate manner. "This kind of immature outburst will only make Captain Katsuragi take harsher action to examine our condition."
"Fuck our condition! Or better yet, fuck me!" Rei demanded. "God, I can't believe I went this long without realising how much I needed to get laid! I've been living in denial all this -"
Which was when Misato tweaked Asuka's nose. Playfully, not hard, just enough to get their attention. All mothers have two modes of being: Protective, and <b>the other mode</b>. If you need told what that other mode was, well, I'm sorry to hear that you weren't raised with a mother. Really. I am sorry to hear that. Misato had switched gears into that mode with a hard and sickening crunch, and whatever attitude Rei had been copping retreated while waving a white flag from both hands, its mouth and one foot, using the other to hop away.
"Did I not make my point clear?" Misato asked. "We're getting dressed. And then taking you to the Geofront. For further examination. For your own benefit. Yes?"
"Yes, ma'am!" all three of them said, even Shinji, who wasn't actually there.
"Good! Now, don't you girls worry. I'm sure this will be a temporary... Thing. We'll all be back to normal soon enough, killing eldritch abominations that want to eradicate humanity using our giant freaky robots in no time at all!"
Turns out denial takes many forms. Or maybe normal was simply relative? Who could say? Who would dare argue the point when Misato was in the mood she was in?
- Meanwhile, Shinji also suffered a physical change of some sort.
- The examination turns up nothing they don't already know.
- The examination discovers a vital clue!
- The examination makes things worse for them.
- Something else
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