Story: Drive

The relationship between these two was a long and storied one. Misato had essentially used Kaji as a means to get over her deep rooted  psychological trauma, while he had used her because she was pretty, smart and very imaginative in the sack. At least that's how she saw it after the fact. Once they'd fucked for basically a whole week, neither one of them leaving the apartment. That was an experience neither one of them would forget, and not just because of the near dehydration they'd gone through.

But then the worst thing possible for their relationship happened. Namely, he cheated on her. Or as she found out later had pretended to, which might actually be a little bit worse come to think of it. He was so afraid of commitment that he made up such a lie to create distance! She could never forgive him for that.

Although right about now Misato was willing to put that theory to the test. She was feeling it hard, and from the lump in his trousers and where his eyeline was resting he was too. Maybe helping him to his feet was a bad idea, because now it seemed as though they had both been sweating superglue. Neither one of them seemed willing to loosen their grip on the other's hand.

"So what the hell was that?" Misato asked.

"I'm as much in the dark as you are," Kaji said. "All I know is there was some freaky energy signature down in the bowels of the base. I come down to take a look, next thing I know some girl is all over me."

Yes, she'd seen that. He had been very careful to be as dismissive of the girl as possible, but she knew damn well that he'd been turned on by her. It was only rational. After all, even Misato had felt an intensely strong urge to kiss her. Spank her. Discipline her. Make her talk about what was going on.

She shuddered and tried to think of something other than sex. Needless to say this didn't succeed. Not just because trying to not think of something was a really good plan if you intended to think about that something a whole lot, but also because she was so horny. Stupidly horny.

And if she was this bad she could only imagine how bad Kaji had it. No, that wasn't sexism or implying that men get more aroused than women. It was a statement specifically about Kaji, who had not only spent longer around that weird girl but had also been touched by her perfect and inviting pink skin...

"Misato, your hand is on my ass."

She tsked and pulled it away, but his hand caught her wrist.

"We need to concentrate," she warned. How long had her breathing been this heavy? Why hadn't she noticed until just now? "Whatever this is, it's messing with our sense of reason."

He let go. Probably for the best. Otherwise he'd have learned exactly how much judo she'd mastered since those carefree days of mindless, animalistic passionate sweaty sex that made her weak at the knees simply thinking about it and the fact that she was alone with the man that had made her feel that good.

Alone. With him. And with the perfect excuse. After this was all cleared up, she could say she was under the influence of this... whatever it was an excuse her behaviour. A one time fling. Get the residual lust out of her system. That would help, right?

Suddenly Kaji pinched her cheeks, and unfortunately the ones on her face. Wait, not unfortunately and also ow! She slapped his hands away. "What was that for? What's the big deal?"

"Your eyes were starting to glaze over," Kaji said, extending an index finger. "You were looking in my direction and licking your lips like I was a roasted pig." Now his middle finger was out alongside the index finger - Ah, he was counting off on his hand! The cheeky little swine! "And then there are your nipples. Do I need to continue?"

"No, please go on!" said a certain unwelcome voice. Misato slowly turned around. She was right there. On the ceiling above them, crabwalking on the ceiling looking down at them from above. How the hell did she get up there?! "I love hearing lists of obvious arousal. It's such a turnon! Then again, so is everything else!"

Whichever one of them had grabbed the other's hand and hauled ass out of there first, Misato didn't know and didn't much care either. All she did care about were the lewd, extremely lewd noises coming from the girl behind her. This was bad. Very, very bad!

Only when the door was sealed shut behind them did Misato feel safe enough to say or do anything but run, and she nearly collapsed right into him from being out of breath.

"N-need to capture her! Right away!" she said.

"Agreed," Kaji said. "But if we dumped her in a cage, she'd probably just start dancing."

Right. And tying her up meant someone would have to get within arm's reach of her. This was a problem. How the hell did you capture someone whose very presence caused an unbelievable amount of ultra-horniness?

Whatever the answer was it would have to wait until she'd enacted a whole other plan.

Step 1: Grab Kaji by the lapels.

Step 2: Spin him around to dip him.

Step 3: ?????

Step 4: Blame previous steps on the horniness field.

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This had been quite the learning experience for Asuka, and that wasn't something a genius like her got to think very often. She'd learned quite a few things, actually! First thing, Rei could be quite the sadist when she wanted to be. Oh, not in terms of inflicting physical pain. She seemed to prefer the psychological kind.

Case in point, the blue haired <i><b>demon incarnate</b></i> was making her watch as Shinji railed her from behind. While Asuka was tied up, wrists and ankles bound together, and unable to do anything at all but watch the two of them rutting like animals in heat.

It was gross. It was disgusting. Yet verdammt, she couldn't stop watching!

The two of them were perpendicular to her position on the bed. Inches from her face. Rei was on all fours while Shinji gripped her hips and thrust away seeming happy as can be. It was weird. Must be her imagination playing tricks on her. Because she could swear that Rei's breasts were easily three times as big as they were when she'd first stripped naked. Come to it the same could be said for Shinji's dick! She was quite certain that neither shaft nor balls were anywhere near that... Massive.

"Ah!" Rei grunted. "Asuka, do! You! Like! Your! Punishment?"

"Not especially," Asuka seethed. Ugh, look at her face. Even the doll could get lost in a sea of orgasmic delight. If and when Shinji railed her, she'd be completely cool, calm and in control. "I'm starting to get a little bored over here."

Suddenly Rei pulled herself away from Shinji's cock, and then reached back to grab hold of the shaft. The boy whimpered a little, but then she gently turned him to force it to point directly at Asuka's face. The head was inches away from her lips. The redheaded genius bobbed her head forward to try and taste it. Just... Just because she was curious, a little bit. Purely for scientific study and - Rei pushed her head back. Asuka whimpered.

"You get the prize when you earn it," Rei said. "For now, you have to watch. You will have fun when you admit you want to play."

Then suddenly there was an explosion of hot white goo all over her face. Oh! She knew what this was! Shinji, you're a dead man! You're a - Was that a six-pack?! Since when did he have - Have a -

"Sorry about that," Shinji mumbled. He turned around and his dick carelessly slapped her cheek. "Would you like a towel or something to wash it off?"

Asuka slowly shook her head. It wasn't like she enjoyed the feeling of being bathed in hot cum. Not even a little. It was just... She didn't want to ask for help from such a rugged handsome boy, who was a total weenie yesterday she was completely sure of it.

There was another thing Asuka had learned today. There's a reason some people like being the sub. And there's a reason some of those people like to make their doms earn it.

1. Continue with the three pilots.
2. Back to Ritsuko and the Angel.
3. Misato and Kaji fool around a little.
4. A major discovery is made regarding the mystery girl.
5. Something else