Story: NGE Ring of Truth

Rei Ayanami was not allergic to dust. In fact that seemed like a bit of an unusual design fault within the human system: Humans have allergic reactions to their own dead skin cells. Even so, she did still have to breath, and while small quantities of dust would not make her sneeze it very much seemed as though before long there would be sufficient quantities of it in the room with her to potentially suffocate her.

The trap she was in was rather basic in its elegance. Rei was trapped within her own typically bare room. The door would not budge, and seemed to be completely unbreakable. Meanwhile, dust was appearing in every corner of the room at a rather alarming rate and the only item of consequence was a mysterious feather duster, resting on her bed.

"If I use the feather duster, I shall fall under the Sexy Maid's influence," Rei decided. "As the pilot of an Evangelion, it is my duty to ensure that I do not fall under their sexy sway."

She had observed it firsthand, of course. The Sexy Maids instilled within a helpless victim the overriding compulsion to clean. It came over everything else. Their own happiness, their wellbeing, even their very lives. All must be cleaned. And if that did not get them what they wanted, then the Sexy Maids used sex appeal to turn even those not usually interested in the feminine form into little more than drooling lustful primates.

Of course, Rei herself had no sex drive to speak of. That is why this brute force measure was being applied. Trick her into picking up the feather duster to defend herself, and then her clothes would fully transform into an erotic and revealing maid uniform that she was quite certain Shinji would be utterly incapable to resist.

"Curious," Rei said aloud. "Even though I have no desire to reproduce,  I think about Pilot Ikari quite often." She tilted her head to consider for a moment. "This is also possibly manipulation from the Sexy Maid to keep me distracted."

Alright then. First thing she should do is ascertain where and how the dust is accumulating in the room. She marched across the room and stuck her hand in a bubbling growing dust pile, trying to find the location it was coming up from. It had to be coming from somewhere, correct?

No, apparently not. There was no hole that she could feel underneath it all, there was simply dust appearing in the room. Worrisome. Though not as much as Rei's observation after stepping away from the corner: The dust was clinging to her hands, and had completely covered her ankles. She attempted to clap it off herself, but to no avail. She drew her hand closer and narrowed her eyes at it.

"This is not dust," she observed. Then blew it off her hands. There was a white glove over them both. "I see," she said neutrally, then leaped back in sudden panic from the still growing piles of dust. "That is quite devious," she said. Breathing was heavier now. Feet were clad in really cute and frilly white socks. "In other words, either I clean up the mess or I am compelled to wear your uniform. I do not believe you are playing a fair game."

There was no answer unfortunately. Not even that snooty laugh in the lousy French accent the Sexy Maids were so fond of using. Which meant Rei was probably alone in here. Which also meant that the Sexy Maid was sauntering off to deal with the other pilots before launching its major attack!

She could see it so clearly in her mind. Shinji would take one look at the fake Rei wearing that too small uniform. He would initially realise what was going on, but quickly succumb to the effect. And of course with Shinji under her control it would take next to no effort to thoroughly dominate Asuka as well. Shinji would be forced to wear an apron, while Asuka would have to be given an even more embarrassing, even more humiliating uniform. One that hid nothing and didn't even pretend to try.

Then the three of them would take up their feather dusters, surround Misato, and then...

"Achoo!" Rei sneezed. She sneezed. For anyone else it would be the dust, but for her - "Aaacho! Oh, pardon et moi -" she slapped her hand over her mouth. After a moment she removed it and spoke again. "Je parle français. Ce n'est pas bon!"

What was happening? Easy enough: She was breathing it in. The 'dust' was attempting to corrupt her inside and out! This didn't make sense though, why hadn't they used this kind of attack before? It was so powerful. Rei's hands were actually starting to tremble and reach out in the direction of the feather duster, simply because this dust was <i>everywhere</i> and it was <i>so filthy</i> in here and what would Shinji think if she -

If she succumbed this easily. Rei squirmed. Trapped between two desires: The desire to fight back, and the desire to give in. "Aachooo! Achooo! <B>Achoooo!</b>" She fell over from the sheer intensity of the last one, getting her back covered in the dust in the process. "Oh non! Je suis tombé dans la poussière! Achoo!"

Rei wracked her brain looking for options, but found none available. No matter what she did it seemed her fate as a Maid Slave was sealed. This attack was impossible to resist. Why had they never used it before? If the first Sexy Maid had done something like this then they would have lost immediately!

Unless, of course, there was a good reason they couldn't use it...? Rei stood up. Her back had changed from a blue and modest school uniform to a jet black and scandalous maid's uniform, with big white frills that almost seemed designed to draw attention to the shape of her butt. They were like putting landing lights on her hips, there was no way she'd be able to fail to seduce anyone like this -

But how did she know that it looked like that?

"Ah," Rei said after a moment. The panic seemed to leave her. "Je comprends maintenant. Ce n'est pas réel. Vous n'avez plus de pouvoir sur moi!"

Actually, maybe that last part wasn't technically true, but at the very least Rei now had a much better idea of how to escape this room without totally succumbing to becoming a Sexy Maid. And to start with, all she had to do was pick up this feather duster to test her theory...

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Ah, it seems as though Asuka and Shinji had finally worn each other out. That only took about two years! Maybe we should check in on them again? Yes, you can plainly see that they were both totally drenched in sweat from head to toe. Hair matted back, radiating so much afterglow they could power a city. Shinji in particular was very, very still. Asuka sat up and stretched. Then Shinji just slowly giggled while she stood up.

"I told you that I'm the better lay," she said, rolling over onto her feet and, once at full height, smacking herself full on the ass. "Never underestimate the drive of a true genius!"

Shinji responded with an unintelligible gurgle, prompting the redhead to smirk to herself and strut out of the room with one hand hanging down by her side, the other firmly planted on her hip. You could only call it a cocky gait. Because it was extremely arrogant, but also because it would prompt many straight men to think with their dick while watching her go by.

"Remember Master. Any time you want a challenge, I'll be there to satisfy you."

Out into the living room, Asuka closed the door to Shinji's room, took a deep breath and then fainted to the floor with an expression of purest bliss on her face. After all, Rei had accidentally used the Ring of Lies earlier on to turn Shinji Ikari into a truly naturally talented lover. The only thing that had kept Asuka standing was, in point of fact, her own personal pride and determination, but the second that she no longer had to put up that charade she had collapsed into a convulsing heap of remembered sensation on the floor.

It's only natural, then, that the door buzzer would go right about then.

1. It's the Sexy Maid disguised as Rei!
2. It's the original Rei, somehow escaped from the room.
3. It's Hikari come for a visit.
4. It's Misato. She's lost her key.
5. Someone else.