Story: Curvy Rei

 

Out of nowhere, something weird started to happen to reality. It was as though space itself had ripped at the seams, right in front of Misato, and she found herself staring directly at... herself. But in a completely different part of the Geofront.

There was a great deal of shock from both of them at the sudden sight, though their reactions mirrored each other in a way that was almost uncanny.

No, not quite a mirror. A mirror reflects. Your left is on the right side of the reflection. It’s not the same as seeing another version of yourself looking back. It’s often jarring for most people, a visual version of hearing a recording of their own voice for the first time.

Still, they both reached out a right hand—adjusting slightly to meet in the middle. There was a thin layer of resistance between them, like an invisible membrane. A jolt of energy passed through at the point of contact, making them both jump back.

Misato #1 swayed slightly, her vision swimming as she tried to shake off a strange dizziness. “I see,” she said, her voice strained. “You’re the version of me that stayed to deal with the experiment.”

“And you’re the one that went to the bridge,” the other Misato whispered back, her words halting as if forcing themselves past some unseen weight. Her eyes darted nervously around, the sheen of sweat on her brow betraying a struggle. “This multiverse nonsense is… really dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Misato #1 replied, gritting her teeth as a wave of nausea rolled through her. The Drive—that oppressive, insidious energy—was present even here. She could feel it gnawing at the edges of her mind, a faint pulse that grew stronger with every passing moment. “But it also creates a fairly obvious problem. If… as it seems… they’re planning to corrupt the multiverse, then every possible action we take will also be taken by another Misato in another universe. Which means in at least one of those universes, we’ll make the wrong decision—”

“And they’ll begin to spread their corruption no matter what we do,” the other Misato finished, her voice trembling as she leaned heavily against a nearby console. “We’re… we’re running out of time. I can feel it. The immunity’s… slipping.”

Which probably meant that every version of Misato in her current situation would feel the same way. That was good. Or it would be, if the immunity lasted long enough to matter. The multiverse must split among uncertainties, but the oppressive weight of Drive blurred the edges of logic and hope alike.

“Can you give me a summary of your situation?” #2 said, her voice tight with urgency. “The more we know, the better our chances of coordinating.”

“Yes, exchanging information is crucial at this point,” #1 agreed, though her words were clipped. She gripped the edge of the console for support, her knuckles white. Success in this situation required adaptability and quick thinking, but Drive’s corrosive influence threatened to overwhelm her focus.

The two Misatos quickly shared their recent actions. Misato #1 had stayed behind to prevent the dummy plugs from spreading their multiverse experiment. Misato #2 had gone to the bridge to rescue Kaji, Aoba, and Asahina from what turned out to be a trio of Maya clones designed to be invisible to human beings, subtly controlling them through subliminal influence. Compelling them to include subliminal messages in the Geofront's very communication network. Both missions had seen partial success, but the encounter between the two had demonstrated something troubling: the paradox of multiversal action.

Preventing a specific action from occurring across the multiverse was inherently fraught. For every successful intervention in one universe, another could falter. The constant branching of possibilities meant that every choice, no matter how calculated, created a cascade of unintended outcomes. But worse, Drive’s influence seemed to pulse stronger with each explanation, as though aware of their growing understanding.

Misato #1 rubbed her temples, the faintest hint of panic creeping into her voice. “The short version: preventing their multiverse corruption is like playing a game of whack-a-mole where the moles… are also you. It’s frustrating as hell. And if this Drive keeps pushing against us…” She trailed off, unwilling to voice the fear that lingered in her thoughts.

Misato #2 nodded, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “So, we’re stuck in an endless cycle of doing the right thing only to have some other version of us drop the ball? While this…” She gestured vaguely, as if the Drive’s suffocating energy were a physical force. “This poison eats away at us?”

“Not necessarily,” #1 countered, though her voice lacked its usual conviction. “If we can figure out a way to send stable information across universes, we can give every version of us the tools they need to fight. Coordination is key.”

“A shared network of information?” #2 said, her expression briefly brightening. “Like a… multiversal tactical grid?”

“Exactly.” Misato #1 gestured to the shimmering distortion still hovering between them, though even looking at it made her stomach churn. “This connection—whatever it is—could be a start. If we can stabilize it, we might be able to communicate with more of us.”

“And warn the others about critical threats,” #2 added, though her tone had grown weaker. She clutched her arm, as if steadying herself against an invisible force. “But we’ll need a plan to neutralize the dummy plugs’ ability to exploit Drive across universes. Information-sharing alone won’t be enough.”

Misato #1 smirked, though the expression was laced with desperation. “One problem at a time. First, let’s figure out how to make this connection stable. Then, we’ll find a way to kick their butts across infinite realities.”

Misato #2 tried to grin, but her exhaustion was palpable. “Now you’re talking my language.”

But as they both leaned forward to inspect the shimmering anomaly that linked their realities, a new, ominous tremor shook the air. Something else was pushing against the fragile boundary, something that felt disturbingly familiar… and hostile.

They exchanged a glance.

“We’re not alone in here,” Misato #1 muttered, her hand trembling as she reached for her sidearm.

“Whatever’s coming,” Misato #2 said, her voice raw with determination despite her growing fatigue, “we deal with it together. Across every universe.”

The two of them locked eyes... and then closed them, leaning into one another, collapsing into one another as they locked lips. The impulse, the desperate need to achieve sexual relief was so strong, so sudden! Drive overwhelming their common sense and reason, compelling them into the worst possible action for both realities... And possibly the multiverse itself. Their reactions were a perfect mirror of each other, as the split between them was not too far apart. Grasping for each other's head, then trailing their hands down the other's curves. Breasts, heaving as they pushed into one another. Hips grinding uncontrollably, their bodies seeking relief like a drowning man gasping for air as soon as he broke the surface of the water. They were not women, in this moment, they were merely beasts. Rutting sensual beasts seeking nothing but pleasure... Ruled entirely by their Drives.

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So, there Kaji was, feeling kinda blueballed. He was hard as a rock, balls feeling like they were about to burst, and Misato had even promised to rock his world - and now, as far as he could tell, she was making out with... herself.

"Did you guys see that?" Aoba asked. He rose to his feet and... was also hard as a rock. "Some kind of pink wave passing over everything."

Asahina, for his part, was still sitting in his seat. After a bit, Kaji noticed why. He was watching the MIsatos making out - and was furiously masturbating to the sight. Kinda hard to blame him. Gods above he was horny.

"Hey, Misato!" Kaji grunted. He reached out to the pair of them- and then pulled them both into the floor, letting his dick fall between their faces. The two Misatos stared at it hungrily, then began to lick it, as if their bodies were driven on by pure animalistic instinct.

Alas, this act left the other world down one Misato... Who would never make it to the bridge, leaving everyone in that universe susceptible to the potent subliminal messages being embedded in the monitors. One universe was lost, and now, before long, another would follow... then another, and another, and then another still.