Story: NGE Oversynch

 

It had already been established that within a gestalt like this, a feedback loop of desires can very easily occur. If there is a mutual physical attraction between two people, it's inevitable. And so, when we consider the romantic relationship between Misato and Kaji, upon them forming a similar gestalt is it any wonder they wound up screwing the instant they had the opportunity?

The more he wanted her, the more she wanted him. The more she wanted him, the more he wanted her. Feeding back into itself, over and over again. It didn't exactly hurt (or help) that the two of them were exemplary examples of their own gender at their sexual peak - at least if you're looking for what is stereotypically desired in a partner on a physical level. Kaji was a manly, fit, tall and assertive and smart guy with just the right amount of charisma and worldly experience to entice women. Misato had the body of a goddess and she behaved like she knew that fact - while being able to bounce between being mature or immature as the situation called for it.

It didn't exactly hurt that the modifications to Misato's body and mind made her even more primed for sex than she already was. Pretty much the instant that the trio left her place, her ass was up in the air and her pussy was being pounded relentlessly by Kaji's dick. It was inevitable. It was an impossible to resist outcome. Out of all the universes out there in the multiverse that had reached that point where the trio left, in 100% of them there was some intense sex being had. In the universe we're focusing on, it was like this. In another, Misato had jumped him in the kitchen. In another, shower sex. In another, she was blowing him on the couch. Look as far and wide across the multiverse as you like, in every single one of them that leads from that point, they were fucking like they were trying to make up for lost time.

What was more, the core issue keeping them apart was becoming increasingly flimsier. Misato had believed that Kaji just wanted another free fling with her. That it was purely physical. That she was past that part of her life, that she could do better, that he hadn't grown up at all while she had. Somewhat. Now that that pair of them were able to see one another's emotions, understand each other's thinking in a way that few other couples could, she could see - there was genuine affection there. As well, he could see her worries, understand her fears, and the two of them were able to come together in a way they couldn't even during their week long sex marathon back in university.

Oh, but that was only the appetiser compared to what was still to come. Since then, they had managed to corner Ritsuko as well. Their old friend, who the pair were quite certain shared some lingering sexual tension towards the two of them. Tension that had never quite gone away.

"Ah!" Ritsuko gasped. "W-We need to get you to a lab, right away! Ohhhh, stop that!"

"Hrmm, no, don't think we'll be doing that," Misato said, then resumed licking her friend's nipple. "You like this, don't you? Your nipples are pretty sensitive, right?"

Needless to say, but Ritsuko was nothing if not frustrated right now. The two of them had tied her up, and were now content to torment her in a rather odd way - namely, Misato was teasing her while Kaji was rutting into Misato right in front of her. His big meaty rod sliding easily into Misato's welcoming pussy. The two of them already gleaming from the sweat they were producing, both of them looking her right in the eyes as they did this...

The problem was, she was starting to feel it too. It felt like her pussy was being pounded expertly, and at the same time she had a phantom penis that was in a warm, moist place. The first of those she could just about manage. She'd had sex before. The other, though - she had no idea this is what men felt like when they had sex! It was an out of context problem for her. And a very bad sign that they were integrating her into their fledgling gestalt.

How had it happened? Well, she had a pretty good idea of that much already. The holes in her research were being filled in on a quite intimate and personal level right before her eyes. The pilots had messed around with Misato without her noticing, and accidentally gave her the ability to create her own gestalt. From there, she brought in Kaji out of their mutual lingering attraction and then -

<i>We brought you in because you're too fucking cute."</i>

"Out of my head!" Ritsuko insisted, but to no avail. "Ah! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Fuck, stop! You two horndogs! At this rate the three of us will all wind up in quarantine!"

"Huh, that's funny," Kaji said. "I seem to recall the pilots going into quarantine too, and that didn't go so well for them did it?"

That was kind of her point. They'd gotten them out of quarantine on the basis that they were needed, but the three of them? Replaceable. Easily, trivially replaceable. Worse yet, if this gestalt effect was 'contagious', then quarantining was an absolute must do thing as soon as humanly possi-

Ohhh fuck that was really, really good. Unfairly good. Kaji knew exactly what made Misato feel good, and Misato knew what made Ritsuko feel good. This was making it really, really difficult for her to formulate a rational - Ah! Ahhhh! Ahh! Not there! Dammit! Didn't these two understand what a hell of a problem this could be if they didn't deal with it right away?!

Actually... she was starting to pick up on a trace of some of their thoughts. They did know? They were fully aware of it? In fact, they were planning to - To!

"No, you idiots!" she panted and wheezed, trying to catch her breath and amazed at how ragged she was finding herself. "If - If you make this spread across the globe, it'll only create a brand new kind of individuality! It won't solve humanity's problems at all!"

"That's not what we're trying to do," Misato and Kaji said in eerie, deliberate unity. "We just think it's fucking hot."

Those idiots! Ahhhh, this was going to complicate things hugely! They were doing it because they'd awakened to a new kink?! That was the dumbest reason to end the human race as you knew it that she'd ever heard of! Oh, she was sure there was dumber out there, but this was absolutely ridiculous!

"You still don't get it," they said as one. "Alright. Then let us show you what we mean."

Ritsuko blinked - and suddenly she was where Kaji had been, rutting into a woman's body from behind. She tried to pull away. Couldn't. Her hips - his hips - kept on going. Thrusting back and forth like a machine, pistoning an erect turgid penis into a very willing, very wet, very welcoming pussy.

And then the woman turned to look up at her. A woman who looked just like Ritsuko herself. It wasn't Misato she was fucking, but herself! Ah! Ah! No! Wh-what was this?!

"Like what you see, stud?" her own voice came back at her. Suddenly she was in the place of that woman, on her hands and knees getting railed from behind by a man who knew exactly how to please her. Exactly how rough she liked it, exactly where her sensitive spots were, exactly how she was feeling at any given moment so he could adjust accordingly... a man with her own face!

"You bet your sweet ass I like what I see," her own voice came down at her in a deliberate baritone, as if she had deliberately tried to impersonate a man's voice.

"Do you get it now?" Misato asked, having replaced where Ritsuko originally was. "This is so much better, isn't it?"

Then her face turned into Kaji's.

"I mean, you were so starved for love and affection that you turned to Gendo of all people."

Then, half their face was Misato and the other half was Kaji.

"Now you won't ever have to go without ever again."

Eerie! That was so... super... eerie! And wrong! And - And, fuck it was making her gush! They were right about her. She hated to admit it, but they were right. She was starved of affection all of her life, so she turned her attention towards a man who, frankly, was only her superior in a military sense. Gendo Ikari? She could do better. Hell, she was quite sure that he was only using her emotions against her to keep her motivated so he could get what he really wanted. An impossible reunion with his dead wife!

On the other hand, she could feel that these other two were definitely wanting to protect her. They wanted to ensure her safety. They adored her. Cherished her. They would look after her to the best of their ability. In turn, they would be able to use her intelligence and security clearance to ensure that nobody ever, ever worked out the truth!

"Hehehehe... so fucking hot..." Ritsuko burbled happily. At this point, all three of them were Ritsuko. She'd lost track of which body was originally which, but - do you know something? She wasn't going to be lonely anymore. So much for the hedgehog's dilemma, right?