Story: Curvy Rei

Welcome to Tokyo-3, where Angels definitely do not fear to tread. Now, it might seem a little strange that the city had not been evacuated following the large spate of giant monster attacks necessitating everyone hide in underground bunkers. Well. There was kind of a reason for that. Namely, justification to keep the potential pilots around without letting everyone in on the big secrets from the word go.

Yes, really. That's the kind of organisation we are dealing with. In any other story NERV would be the bad guys by default. Hell, they kind of <i>are</i> the bad guys in this story. The big problem is that nobody else <i>can</i> fight the Angels but them. It's almost like having a henhouse needing protected from a pack of wolves, so you let a fox take charge of it. The wolves might be a much worse threat, but that fox isn't going to leave your chickens alive when it's all said and done.

Regardless: The city was under attack in a way it was not used to. Subliminal messages flashing across every screen, every monitor, everywhere. Flashing images. Of a curvaceous group of Rei Ayanamis, commanding people to fuck, to screw, to copulate. For a fraction of a second every thirty seconds, at random intervals during that timeframe. How exactly does a city handle that sort of thing?

Well, let's start with a girl called Hikari. She was a good girl. The sort of girl who took charge naturally because someone needed to. Not because she wanted the power for herself, but just because the vacuum needed filling and she could do the job.

What was she doing right now? Walking through the streets. Getting some fresh air, picking up a few things from the shops. Nothing much. Although it was a funny thing. She was fine when she left the house, but now that she was up and about she felt very peculiar. The feeling had started when she'd walked by that television store, with all of the sets in the window showing the news. She'd stopped by there to watch for a little while, and then she'd started feeling weird. That feeling had only grown and grown since then, and it was definitely starting to worry her.

"I give her an eight," a familiar voice said. Hikari snapped out of it and looked to her left. Standing there was that military dork Kensuke, and a taller, more handsome and athletic boy wearing a full-body tracksuit. Like always. Hikari bit her lip without noticing. Toji. "What do you think?"

"I think you're nuts," Toji sniffed. "Babe like that is easily a nine. No question."

Hikari followed their line of vision. There was a woman at the end of it. A woman wearing a tight black miniskirt that went swish and sway and, god, those legs. Toji was right, she was definitely an easy nine. Although it would have been better all around if her skin was a little paler, her hair shorter and maybe a touch bluer too...

Now, obviously that's not the kind of thinking a good girl like Hikari does. So she shook it off, coughed loudly and stormed towards the suddenly mortified boys.

"Kensuke," she sniffed. "<i>Toji</i>," she sniffed a bit more venomously. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Yo, Hikari!" Kensuke cheerily greeted, giving Toji a little elbow nudge. The taller boy blushed scowled and looked away. "How's it going today? Getting some shopping done?"

"That's right," Hikari tapped her foot. "Gathering ingredients so I could make a cake. You see, I'm doing something useful, instead of ogling and rating babes. Honestly, Toji, I expected better from you. Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

"T-Ten..." Toji whispered, then seemed to catch himself. "Ah, I mean - make a cake? I was wanting to maybe m-make one for my little sister. Would it be alright if you showed me how?"

Weird. Inexplicable. For some reason Hikari felt very warm around the collar. She had to adjust it to try to let off some steam, but it really wasn't working very well. It got worse when Toji's eyes flicked across to make contact with hers directly. It felt like she might melt on the spot.

"Well, I don't mind teaching you," Hikari suggested. Yes. That was the sort of thing a good girl would do, wasn't it? Teach someone a useful skill. Help them. Especially for something as noble as helping out a hurt little sister. "Want to come back to my place, so we can...?"

"I might as well come too!" Kensuke reminded them that he was also there. "I have nothing else to do, and learning a new skill is vital for survival tactics."

Right. Because making a cake was vital to living in the wilderness. Hikari didn't question it aloud though. It felt important that she take this tracksuited boy back to her place. He had so much to learn in such a small amount of time. She turned up her nose and continued walking back home.

It did not occur to her that there was something a little peculiar about a girl like her bringing two boys home. It was innocent, really. It wasn't as if she were some blue-haired sex goddess with curves an hourglass would envy and an appealing complexion that sparked the soul. She was merely Hikari, a good girl. She would not do something as nasty as that.

"Pst," Kensuke hissed. "Two o' clock, jogger. Now, that's a nine!"

Hikari flicked her eyes across to the jogger in question. Very pretty, but... more like a seven. Not that she condoned rating attractiveness in that kind of way, but a nine rating was actually pretty darned impressive. As to what a ten would look like...

In the back of her mind, a pair of dancing Reis tittered, giggled and blew kisses.

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Kodama Horaki was not quite as innocent as her younger sister. In fact, she was quite a contrast in a number of ways. She was, shall we say, a touch more slovenly, not quite as judging of other people and - this was the part people tended to like about her the least - she just naturally had a body that could lure men in, even when she ate whatever she wanted and did basically not a bit of exercise.

Right now for example: All that she was doing was lying there on the couch in their home's combined kitchen and living room, watching television in sweatpants and a slightly too small tank top. Even that much she was giving serious consideration to just taking off. It was strange, but she was just so horny right now. It didn't make any sense at all. She was just mindlessly watching some dumb documentary, but she kept on just... thinking about sex.

"I need a boyfriend," Kodama said, stretching out on the couch. "Or maybe a girlfriend?" Huh, that was a new thought. She was pretty sure she was straight. Then again, maybe not? Huh. Definitely food for thought. Maybe this was that whole, you know, experimental stage she'd heard about from her friends.

She continued watching. Popped a crisp in her mouth and chomped it down. On the other hand she could do with a great big dick right about now. Her hand lazily traced around her abdomen. Yep. Some nice, big, strong, strapping man with - With blue bangs falling over their face, alabaster skin and a smile that could only be described as deliciously naughty. It made her tremble. It made her quake. It made her hand slip down the front of her sweatpants and then -

"I'm home!" Hikari called out, and that hand couldn't have been extracted faster if a rocket had been attached to it.

"Welcome home," Kodama called back, peering over the top of the couch and then stopping when she saw what followed in after Hikari. Two boys. "Hrm? Little sister, that's very impressive. I didn't know you had it in you."

Without even looking Hikari tossed a paper cup across the room, striking Kodama right on the forehead and then, somehow, bouncing the cup into waste disposal. The boys clapped, and Kodama would have too. If it wouldn't have encouraged the girl to throw something else.

"They're just here to learn how to bake," Hikari sniffed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, big sister! What have you been watching to make your mind go to that sort of place, anyway?"

"Oh, it's just a documentary," Kodama answered with a sweet smile, gesturing to the television. "About..." Her mind trailed off. What was it about again? At the back of her mind a curvaceous bluette tittered and blew a kiss. "About humanity's stagnating evolution and desperate need to reassert itself, lest it face extinction from forces most of its people are blissfully unaware of." Yes. That sounded right for some reason. Extremely right. Like a deep, personal truth taking hold of her very soul.

"... That sounds like a bad sci-fi plotline," the glasses-wearing boy offered.

"Kensuke, we live in a city that is regularly attacked by skyscraper-tall monsters that fight giant robots."

"So?" The boy - Kensuke - shrugged. "Bad sci-fi plots exist within sci-fi settings too! Otherwise those worlds would have no similarity to our own. Hmph! The thing I hate most in movies is when characters set in something like the real world pretend like movies of their type don't exist within the setting. It's really bad form, awful writing!"

"Keh! You're putting too much thought into it. As always!" the other boy complained. "Hikari, is this gonna take long? I... uh... gotta... do a thing?"

The boy drifted off. His eyes fixed to the television screen. Funny thing but Hikari had been silent the entire time as well. She held an apron in her hand. Hadn't done anything with it. She had this hungry look on her face while staring at the television, an expression the older woman had never seen on her younger sister before. What was more Hikari was fidgeting in place. Unable to stand still even though her eyes were utterly glued to the television. It was really, really cute seeing her like that.

"Hikari," Kodama softly said. That seemed to break the spell. "You were going to teach these boys how to bake? Would you like some help?"

"No thanks!" Hikari huffed, slipping the apron on around her neck. "The last time you helped bake you nearly burned down the kitchen. There's no need for anything to be that hot and spicey and -"

She suddenly stopped to grip the countertop. The boy in the tracksuit walked over to put his hand on her shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, giving her a bit of a squeeze.

"I'm fine," Hikari moaned. Actually moaned! Any other boy tried touching her like that they'd have been flattened on the spot, normally. Ohohoho, little sis has a boy she likes. "Ah! Oooh. Oh!" Make that a boy she really, really likes. Goodness, Hikari! Now she was pressing her back up against him and grinding her hips. What on earth had gotten into her?

Kensuke settled in on the couch next to her. "This is a really interesting show," he said, a little dreamily. "Don't you think?" He didn't even seem aware that he'd placed his hand on her thigh. Kodama had noticed but couldn't find a good reason to remove it. In fact, quite the opposite, she pulled it in a little closer, until his fingertips could just barely feel the warmth emanating from her crotch.

"Huh?" Kodama gasped. "Interesting show? I - I suppose it is. I -"

The second her eyes met the television she was already lost. She'd been watching it too long. She could almost see them now. Sexy little goddesses dancing across the screen in little flashing images. Teasing. Pleasing. Taunting. Seducing. It would be so easy to simply give in. Yes. So easy. And it would be beneficial to the human race, too. Wouldn't it? Yes. Yes, it would.

On that day in Tokyo-3, people had a bit less of a productive day than usual. They were too busy doing something a little more important. A little something called "saving the human race".

1. Exposition time! One of the Reis finally explains what the hell is going on.
2. This is where Gendo arrives, returning from a meeting elsewhere.
3. Some Reis escape into the city to enjoy sexy time.
4. Misato sneaks through the Geofront, trying to avoid the subliminals and the Reis.
5. Something else