Misato looked over the strange control panel before her. Inquisitively, she glanced at Ritsuko to her side. "You sure this will work?"

Ritsuko gave a familiar confident smirk to Misato. "Most likely. This will work like the dummy plug system, but with a NERV officer in direct control."

Misato turned back and adjusted the strange helmet on her head. "If this does anything to my hair..."

Minutes of unclear testing later, the buzzer sounded, and Ritsuko called the test to an end. The hatch on the entry plug opened and allowed Shinji to exit. Slowly, the boy crawled out of his seat and out of the hatch onto the platform in front of the usual awaiting recovery crew. Misato stood there, as always, arms crossed, her face written with an expression that meant business, but the expression slowly faded to her more casual expression.

Shinji looked up at his guardian and simply said in a tired voice "Can we just go home?"

Misato pursed her lips together and just nodded and started to walk with him down the hallway to the locker. "Just think, Shinji, a few more tests and we may have the remote piloting system up." Misato said in an attempt to make his boredom look meaningful.

Shinji just sighed and unclipped the neural clips from his hair...and nearly dropped the left one. "Ow," he said, shaking his hand.

Misato turned to the boy. "Something wrong?"

"It’s nothing...this clip just shocked me," Shinji said. Misato held her hand out, not even having to say anything. Slowly, Shinji reached his hand over and placed the faulty clip in her hand. As it touched her, another jolt shot through them both.

"Ow!" Misato squeaked, shaking her slightly numb hand. I have to talk to Ritsuko about these..." She put the defective clip in her jacket pocket. "Now hurry up and change, all right? You want to enjoy a night without Asuka, riiiight?" Her voice took on a teasing inflection. Shinji blushed slightly and wordlessly walked into the room to change.

Minutes later Shinji emerged, dressed in his usual school attire. ’Just like a good little schoolboy’ Misato thought to herself, slightly disappointed that Shinji lacked a rebellious streak.

***

Shinji felt exhausted, so much that the upholstery of Misato’s passenger seat nearly felt comfortable, his usual sense of caution overridden by his mental fatigue. Misato gunned the engine, and pointed the car towards home. Shinji’s eyelids drooped nearly closed, and Misato joggled his elbow.

"Don’t fall asleep here, because I’m not carrying you to bed."

The sound of the brakes screeching and the tug of his body against the seat belt jolted Shinji back to wakefulness. He remembered again a long-learned lesson: never fall asleep when Misato is driving. Shocked, Shinji turned to his legal guardian, who merely grinned and pointed out the passenger window. Shinji slowly turned his head and peered out the window to see a Chinese take-out place. "M...Misato-san?" Shinji asked, questioningly.

"It’ll be impossible for me to park close this time of night, so I’ll just circle around the block, okay?" Misato asked, not giving Shinji much of a choice. The boy exited the vehicle when he realized one important detail.

"Wait!" He leaned down to the window. "What about money?"

Behind the window, Misato merely waved, and stepped on the gas.

Shinji sighed, and trudged into the restaurant.

The teenager behind the counter looked up as the bell over the door rang. "You’re lucky today; we close in five minutes. What can I get you?"

"Dinner Number Three, two extra egg rolls, I guess." Shinji opened his wallet. "Yeah, I got enough for that."

"Ten minutes, unless you want delivery."

"Can’t afford delivery, and anyway, my ride’ll be back before then."

"We got some special fortune cookies today. Twice the size, twice the fortune. Fifty extra yen?"

"Why not?" Shinji shrugged, and dropped another coin on the counter.

***

Misato drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. She’d circled the block three times, each time stopping for two minutes outside the restaurant. Finally, Shinji emerged, a paper bag in his hands.

He climbed into the car, setting the paper bag on the floor. "You owe me 1380 yen."

"Fine, whatever. Let’s go, I’m starved."

Shinji barely had time to secure himself in the car when the car lurched. He gave Misato a glare, but was uncertain that she even noticed, let alone cared. The side of her lip was showing the beginning of a grin.

The two sat in silence right up to Misato pulled her car into it’s usual parking spot. The two wordlessly trudged up the stairs, Misato actually opening the door first for Shinji. ’Probably because I’m carrying the food’ Shinji thought with a slightly bitter tone in his mind.

Misato made a straight bee-line to the kitchen and quickly grabbed a beer.

"Shouldn’t that wait until after dinner?"

Misato shrugged. "Why wait for a good thing?"

"Because it’s gonna hit you hard on an empty stomach."

"So?"

"So you won’t be able to drink as many." Shinji grinned. "We both know you’re gonna drink a lot more of them."

Misato considered this, then asked, "Are you calling me a drunk?"

"Yes."

Misato furrowed her brow, the left one twitching as she grumbled the words "Just put the food on the table and get your drink."

Shinji did as he was told, choosing to not fight this battle.

Misato sat across from Shinji and greedily opened the bag. Shinji sipped his water as he watched Misato take her favorites. What was left in the brown paper bag was obviously for Shinji, at least as soon as he was sure it was safe to make a grab for the bag.

Not much was left, something Shinji accounted for when ordering. A quick snap of the chopsticks and Shinji started to eat.

Misato looked up from her box of food briefly and looked at her ward. "What’s the matter? Miss Asuka?" Misato asked slyly between bites.

Shinji sputtered, nearly chocking on an egg roll.

Misato laughed. "It’s so easy to embarrass you!"

"She’ll be back tomorrow, to make me miserable." Shinji scowled at his food. "Not like she’s gone forever."

Misato sighed at the boy’s reaction, more like a 5 year old than a teenager’s. "I’ve seen the way you look at her," Misato answered teasingly.

"What?" Shinji protested. "I don’t love her or...!"

"Who said anything about love. Shinji?" Misato cut him off, grinning. "I know lust when I see it."

"Yeah, as if Asuka would let me--" He broke off when he realized what he was saying.

"Thought so." Misato nodded sagely. Which on her looked silly. "Trust me, Shinji, there’s nothing wrong with such thoughts. It’s actions that count."

Shinji stared morosely at his food.

Apparently tiring with the silence, Misato added, "Of course, you’re getting no action, so..." She drained her beer.

Misato looked at the empty can and sighed. Her gaze turned back to Shinji, and he started to worry. Several times, when they’d been alone in the apartment, she’d tried her best to make him die of embarrassment, claiming it was for his own good. Especially after she’d had a lot of beer. She’d only had the one so far, but the look in her eye was unpleasantly familiar.

"Shinji, try to live once in a while, all right? Your teenage years shouldn’t be wasted."

Yep. Here we go. "What, you’re saying I should... with Asuka?" Shinji stuttered, eyes wide.

Misato dismissively waved her hand as she walked to the fridge. "Asuka... Rei... hell, maybe even Hikari."

Shinji blushed as red as a tomato, something Misato couldn’t miss.

"Of course, remember that they can say no. And probably will." Misato popped the top on her beer can. "But your problem is you never ask. If you don’t ask, they don’t even need to say no."

Shinji shook his head, trying to dismiss the idea. ’Sounds like something Touji’d suggest’ Shinji thought to himself. "Misato-san," he started, "What about being a grown up? Are those years not as good?"

"Are you crazy? Jobs, responsibility, duty...who needs the hassles?" Misato grinned. "I’d give my left tit to be your age again."

Shinji blushed at his guardian’s language and reached for one of the large fortune cookies.

Misato leaned over to grab the second cookie, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. Inadvertent? With her, who could tell? "Hmm, perhaps we both need a good fortune, hm?" Misato said with a wink.

The two crunched the hard cookies together. Shinji pulled the thin strip of paper out of the remnants and read them. Confused, he read them again. "Worst hundred yen I ever spent."

Misato looked at her own, puzzled. "Really? What’s yours say? Mine doesn’t make a lick of sense."

Shinji held his out for Misato to see. Misato couldn’t help but laugh. "Looks like we got duplicates, Shinji!" Misato snickered. "You will both awaken to a new point of view."

***

The music from the SDat faded as the disc reached the end, and paused to rewind. Shinji barely noticed, being deep asleep. But instead of the music, he distantly heard the sound of running water, as though a bathtub were filling.

Shinji stood up, and found himself in a cavernous shower, each drop of water seemed to create it’s own tidal wave. Shinji immediately had to struggle to keep afloat, fighting against the torrent of water.

He fought his way to shore, the tub more like an ocean than anything else. The shore felt soft... flesh like. Looking up, he saw that he had landed on Misato’s left breast. The nipple was almost as big as he was; he was no larger than an insect!

The large Misato looked down at Shinji and grinned. "Like what you see?" her voice echoed. Shinji collapsed, hands clasped on his ears. He could feel the ’shore’ slanting, and knew Misato was standing up in the tub. Helplessly, he slid off the wet skin and slashed into the bath water. A quick glimpse up showed Misato towering above him, grinning as she pulled the drain.

Shinji spun in the drain, thrashing and fighting against the current as he was pulled down into the dark pipe. Seconds later, the pipe illuminated with a bright red glow... an entry plug! Frantically, Shinji clamoured to the seat and struggled to work the controls. A loud BUZZ filled the tube, like a gameshow. The plug ejected and the hatch opened. Shinji peered out of the light and only saw Doctor Akagi and that teenager from the Chinese restaurant, both pulling him out of the tube.

Shinji struggled and kicked, not wanting to leave the only thing that seemed familiar, as twisted as it sounded. Ritsuko injected something into Shinji’s arm. "My my, I’m sorry, but that one isn’t for you anymore.

Wearily, Shinji looked at what the tube just ejected from and saw a larger version of himself, eyes staring blankly ahead.

"Your unit is here..." Ritsuko continued as she dragged Shinji to another plug and kicked him into it.

The hatch closed, Shinji weakly stood, unsure of what was to happen. He felt a familiar rumble as the tube twisted, inserting itself into it’s unit. As the red lines turned on and information started to filter, a bright light filled Shinji’s vision.

***

Shinji’s eyes snapped open in shock, the vivid and surreal imagery from that wild dream played over and over through his brain. Groggily, he slowly sat up, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of wrongness. Everything felt off, different, wrong, but his mind felt cloudy, sluggish as well. A small stumble came as Shinji tried to stand, and that’s when he realized he was in the wrong room.

The room was a pigsty, a clutter of beer cans and bottles, old magazines and clothes strewn about. However, a mess as unique as this one was easily recognizable to Shinji. ’I’m in Misato’s room!’ Shinji thought in shock, slowly backing out of the room.

"Why did I fall asleep in here? Where’s Misato-san?" The teenager still wasn’t firing on all cylinders. He stumbled a bit, and managed to get out of the bedroom.

The floor seemed to sway and shift, reminding Shinji of the time when he was on that aircraft carrier, the seasickness. Shinji quickly grabbed the wall for support.

He noted the foul yeast-like taste in his mouth; perhaps some of the Chinese food had been off? He staggered into the bathroom, intent on finding his toothbrush.

The door pushed open, the sound of the hinges squeaking brought the throbbing pain in the front of his head up front. "Got to oil that..." Shinji noted. Yet another chore on the long list. A few more steps, the feeling of cold tile against his bare feet shivered his spine as he made his way to the sink. A hand groped from his blue toothbrush and he grabbed the tube of toothpaste, gently applying a single pea sized dot. A few turns of the faucet and the water rushed into the basin, another sound that didn’t help Shinji’s cranial pains.

He raised the toothbrush to his mouth...and paused. A lock of hair had drifted into view.

It was not his hair. His hair was not nearly that long. He grabbed the lock and tugged gently, confirming that it was attached to his scalp.

"Wha...." He glanced up at the mirror.

Misato’s face stared back at him, wearing the same stunned expression.

There was a crash from the direction of his bedroom, and he heard his own voice.

"What’s going on? Angel attack? Where’s my--where the heck am I?"

He turned, to see...himself?...stumbling into the bathroom. Unlike himself, the other boy (only boy?) was wide awake, but no less shocked.

"Wha...You...me?" Shinji’s doppelanger said, simply pointing back and forth.

Shinji shook his head. "What’s going on? I don’t like this dream anymore..."

His not-quite-double scowled at him. "I don’t know why you’re impersonating me, or who you really are, but--"

"Impersonating--You’re Misato?"

"Of course." The boy’s scowl deepened.

Shinji’s doppelanger seemed to pause a moment, taking in the situation. The double then looked down at himself, and gave a small grin, patting his chest, hips, then crotch. "I knew I felt something hard against my thigh."

Shinji wordlessly stepped away from the mirror, then pointed at it.

"M...Misato?" Shinji repeated, the feeling of fear, and possibly bile, building up in the back of his threat. Concentration seemed to hurt like nothing else, details of the night before were hard to recall. Reflexively, Shinji grabbed his forehead and narrowed his eyes. "I remember a test at NERV... and Chinese food?"

His double - who seemed to be Misato, somehow - looked him up and down, and sighed. "Okay. First things first. Take two Tylenol, wash ’em down with lots of water." He turned and walked out of the bathroom. "I’ll start the coffee."

Shinji opened the medicine cabinet and began rummaging for the Tylenol. From the kitchen, he heard Misato muttering, "Pretty sweet deal. I did all the drinking, and he gets the hangover."

The sound of the coffee machine clicking brought Shinji back. Quickly he downed the two pills and bent forward, taking in a deep gulp of the running faucet water.

"More water!" Misato had reappeared at the door. "Hangovers are caused by dehydration."

Weakly, Shinji nodded and took out a plastic cup from the medicine cabinet, putting it under the faucet until it quickly overfilled. With much gusto, Shinji lifted it to his lips and guzzled it down, streams of excess running around his lips and down his throat down the collar of the tank-top.

"Geez, not that much!" Misato countered. "When I said dehydration, I didn’t mean like you were stuck in a desert."

Shinji set down the cup, and gasped. Misato nodded. "Okay, next the coffee.

Shinji blinked. "I don’t like coffee."

"It’s a stimulant, and you need to get your brain unfogged."

Shinji just meekly nodded, trusting Misato’s vast experience in such matters. "Now come on, there’s probably one cup’s worth ready by now." Misato walked out of the doorway and Shinji followed into the kitchen, sitting down at his usual spot at the table.

"I didn’t have time to make it double brewed, since I wasn’t sure if you’d last long enough," Misato said as she poured a mug’s worth and set it in front of her former self.

Shinji sipped the dark brew, and shuddered at its bitterness. Perhaps it was a stimulant, but not a chemical one; the shock of the taste seemed to wake him up quickly enough.

"Feeling better, Shinji-chan?" Misato said sweetly in the boy’s former voice, the tone unmistakably Misato.

Shinji could only manage a nod. This whole situation seemed too much to the boy.

Misato glanced over and saw a second cup’s worth was ready. She stood up and filled a second mug. A quick sip and Misato settled back into her seat.

"Tastes a bit different, but I guess I can blame your tongue," Misato said. "Well, now that we’ve shared some witty banter and had our coffee, we need to figure out how this happened," Misato stated. She looked down at her teenaged hands again, moving the fingers, getting used to the sensation.

Shinji bent his head down, shaking it. The sensation of shoulder length hair was disconcerting, but just the smallest of his current worries. "How? You have any theories?"

"Well, maybe something at NERV...an angel..." Misato started, listing items off, "Or maybe you saw a shooting star and made a little wish," she finished, grinning.

Shinji’s eyes shot up wide. "W...wish?" he stuttered. "Why would I wish for...for this?!" he continued, motioning to his new body.

"Come on, it doesn’t take much to get into a teenage boy’s head..." Misato answered, then winced. "No pun intended."

Shinji shot out of the chair and backed up. "W...what are you saying?" Shinji asked, backing away. He felt as if he was confronted by something even he didn’t quite understand.

Misato stood up from her chair and walked over to Shinji. Shinji noted he could see clear over his old head. "You embarrass so easily," Misato said grinning. "Oh come on, every boy’s a bit curious."

"Well..." Shinji paused. "You said it might be an Angel."

"It was just an idea." Misato shrugged.

"Well, if it is, we might figure out why this would help him."

Misato paused. "Maybe because I’m not as good a pilot as you, and likely EVA-01 will reject my body?" Misato then laughed a little, "But that’s impossible. Who’d reject my body?"

Shinji coughed a little, a bit uncomfortable with the reminder. "I’m not too fond of being in it right now."

Misato waved off the complaint. "Eh, maybe being in me for a short time might balance you out." She said with a wink. "As for me, I think I need to take care of this morning wood. It’s driving me crazy."

Shinji blushed a bit. "H...hey! Misato...!" he stuttered, unable to think of a protest, after all, both of them would have to go to the bathroom SOMETIME.

Misato paused and looked back at Shinji. "What? It’s not like it’s the first one I saw. And don’t’ be so shy. I saw the way you were looking at my bust all morning. Go ahead, just don’t bruise them."

The accusation made Shinji blush even deeper.

"Like I gotta tell almost every guy...you’re not tuning a radio!"

"Tuning a... i don’t understand..." Shinji answered.

"Oh, you’ll understand soon enough," Misato answered with a wink, entering the bathroom.

Shinji followed Misato to the bathroom door. "B..but I don’t want to understand!" he shouted through the door. "And what are we going to do about school and work?"

"Well, I think it would be wise to keep this little problem under wraps as much as possible." She pondered. "Let me give you my access code for the sick line. I’ve got a few sick days I can take."

"They’ll just assume that you’re hung over," muttered Shinji.

"Of course! I have a reputation to keep up. As for school...well, I’ve been a high-school student before, so I can fake it again."

Shinji’s eyes shot wide at that thought. "Oh no! I have a history test today! I can’t make a bad grade, Misato-san!"

Misato shrugged. "I know my history well enough."

Shinji sighed, at least willing to believe Misato this much. "All right. I guess that will be fine..." The sound of the toilet flushing brought Shinji back to reality as the bathroom, door opened. Shinji curiously looked at his old face, which was flush red. "Umm, Misato-san, you didn’t..."

"Nope. Didn’t. Don’t worry about it." The expression on her face was unconvincing.

Shinji decided, just for his own sanity, to drop it. Misato turned to him as she walked into his bedroom. "You know, you should enjoy my day off. Watch some movies, maybe go out a bit."

"Like I’m going out like this." Shinji dropped into the sofa.

"Why not?" Misato asked form Shinji’s room, quickly changing into the teen’s school clothes. "No one would know it was you. But if you’d like to stay home, I do have a collection of movies that might cheer you uppp..."

Shinji shuddered at the idea of Misato’s movie collection. "I’ll just watch television or listen to music."

"With what?" Misato held up his S-SDAT. "I need to take this with me to complete my cover?"

Shinji shook his head, the feeling of long hair still strange and alien to him. "You’re not going to make this easy, are you?"

"Shinji...have I ever made life easy for you?"

Shinji chose not to answer and just sat on the couch, arms crossed.

"Pleading the Fifth? Good choice. Here’s the Sick Line code." She set a card on the table. "Have fun, I’m off to school."

The door opened just as she reached for it, and Asuka stormed in. "Shinji, I left my history book here, let’s go, we’re gonna be late!"

Misato got an evil look in her eye, and pinched Asuka’s ass. The redhead’s eyes widened in shock.

"Race you to school."

"You--Shinji, I’m gonna kill you!"

Shinji’s eyes widened at the exchange, half wishing Misato wouldn’t endanger his body like this, half wishing he was the one that got to pinch Asuka. The he shook his head. "This is really bad; there’s no way she can keep this under wraps if she acts like this." Shinji glanced down at himself again, seeing his two feminine arms crossed over his impossible bust. "I can’t exactly act like her either..." Shinji mused. Hedonism was hardly on the boy’s mind.

"However..." Shinji pondered, turning to a small mirror in the living room, "I may be able to fake acting like her when she’s serious...". And with that, Shinji practiced one of Misato’s more serious expressions, and had difficulty restraining from laughing at the sight in the mirror.

"You know, Asuka, it’s a good thing you aren’t on the track team...if you can’t even catch *me*..."

Asuka scowled. "You little wimp, when I do catch you, you’re gonna wish you’d never been born!"

Misato turned around, now running backwards. "Are you kidding? After that time you kissed me, I already wish I’d never been born!"

Asuka’s face darkened with rage. "You conceited, arrogant--" Words failed her, and she put on another burst of speed. Misato turned around, forced to actually put some effort into keeping ahead of the enraged redhead.

Misato silently cursed her new leg muscles, weak and underdeveloped, odd for a boy that always ran away. She kicked in harder, relying on her mental training more than the body’s own training.

Misato looked over her shoulder again and saw an angry fist flying. Quickly, she tucked and ducked under the blow, again, not counting for her new body’s lack of training. The duck quickly tripped into a stumble and a roll. and tumble.

Misato gingerly sat up from the sidewalk, looking up at Asuka, standing triumphantly over her prey.

"I hope you’re up for a world of hurt, boy." She cracked her knuckles.

Misato smirked. "Like getting pounded by you would be anything new." She paused. "By the way, pink isn’t your colour."

"Pink?" Asuka blushed, and pushed her hands down on her skirt. "You pervert!" She pulled back a foot and let fly a kick at Misato’s head.

This time, Misato was ready for it, and grabbed Asuka’s ankle. "Pink and lace, even."

Asuka’s face was turning pink to match. Misato released her ankle, and picked up her bookbag. "Now that we’re done with the fun and games, we’d better get to class before the bell."

Asuka watched the boy carelessly walking towards the school. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide. "What the heck has gotten into him?"

***

Ritsuko sat on the edge of her desk, cup of coffee in hand . Her eyes carefully studied the screens before her, displaying data recorded from the previous night. "There," Ritsuko said, pointing at the screen, "at 11:47, a spike in AT fields..." She peered closer, taking a sip of coffee. "Not like an angel.... what could it be?"

"You’re too concerned about this." Fuyutsuki put a hand on her shoulder. "You’ve been at this for ten hours now. When did you last sleep?"

Ritsuko put the mug down on the table and rubbed her eyes. "I guess you’re right. If it isn’t an angel, it’s not a priority."

Fuyutsuki smiled softly and nodded. Just then, the phone rang. Fuyutsuki picked up the receiver. A few seconds later he put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Ritsuko, it’s Captain Katsuragi calling in sick."

Ritsuko groaned and took the phone.

"Hung over again?"

"No." Misato definitely didn’t sound herself. "I’ve come down with something. Cold or such. I barely drank anything last night."

"You know how many sick days you have left?" Ritsuko questioned the captain. Her own patience worn thin from the long hours of analysis and darkly brewed caffine.

"Umm... well..." Misato stammered, more like a nervous child than her usual stumbling at such a question.

"Let me put it this way." Ritsuko stood up. "If you get sick again between now and Christmas, the odds of your getting a raise will sharply decline. As in, to zero."

"It’s not like I want to be sick! I mean, we probably have...lots of important stuff to do...right?"

"Since you’re sick, this’ll be a good time to see a doctor. And we’ll have that illness on record. Assuming that the doctor finds any such." Ritsuko smacked the handset down on the cradle before Misato could respond, and sighed. "Well, with any luck, I can get a couple of hours sleep before she gets here. It’ll give her time to recover from her hangover, too."

***

Shinji stared at the handset. "Well, I get a few hours to think this through" he mused. He stared around the bedroom in disgust. "You’d think that a teenaged boy lived here, and the adult woman in my room..." He smirked. "Well, I guess it’s true at the moment. Just in the wrong bodies..." Shinji resigned himself into the task: cleaning Misato’s pigsty. "I’ll be right back" Shinji said to the mess, quickly going to the kitchen to retrieve a couple of trash bags. ( Luckily, since he was largely responsible for cleaning the rest of the house, he knew precisely where those were. He pulled the plastic sheets from the box... one, then two... then glanced back at the open doorway, and pulled five more.

He passed a laundry basket - empty, surprisingly - on his way back to the room, and kicked it through the bedroom door. The basket slid through the doorway. Shinji snorted, somewhat impressed at the extra leg length he’d gained literally overnight.

"I always wished I was taller... but I could’ve done without the breasts..." Shinji muttered.

He began gathering empty beer cans, old takeout wrappers and used magazines, stuffing them into clear plastic bags. Occasionally, he’d come across a particularly fouled wrapper, and toss it into the one green garbage bag he’d brought. The laundry basket soon started to fill with cut-off shorts, jeans, panties, and a few bras, much to Shinji’s embarassment. Shortly, he had four bags filled and set outside the door.

Finally, with the floor relatively clear of debris, he grabbed a broom and started clearing away the dust, soil and scraps of paper too small to recycle. He flipped up one corner of the futon, and recoiled in shock and embarassment. Laying there was a strange plastic device, cylindrical and bright green. The shape was eerily familiar, and the on/off switch on the back certainly didn’t help.

He dropped the mattress, covering up the device, and took a step back. "What the heck is she doing with that in here?"

A moment’s reflection made it obvious what she used it for, and he felt his face burning.

The thoughts and images burned in his mind, making other places feel slightly hot as well. "Cold shower...they always say a cold shower helps...right?" He turned and stumbled towards the bathroom.

He peeled the tank top over his head, trying to ignore the way the fabric caught at his nipples, and dropped it on the floor. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror...and paused.

His eyes widened, giving Misato’s face a surprised look that he’d never seen there before. Despite all the peeks at her cleavage that she seemed to enjoy giving him, he’d never seen her topless. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he studied the image before him, from her large dark nipples to the ugly scar that ran across her belly.

Curiosity soon won against shock as Shinji placed a single digit against the scarred skin. It felt like skin, nothing really surprising about the scar.

"Wait...I have Misato topless and I’m touching her scar?" Shinji questioned out loud. "Man, Asuka is right: I am a coward!"

He moved his hand, almost fearfully, to touch the left breast along the underside, and gasped at the sensation. It was warm...soft. The blush on Misato’s face in the glass grew a shade darker as Shinji pressed his fingertips against the soft flesh and gave a slight squeeze. "Ooh..." Shinji gasped in Misato’s voice, almost unprepared from the sensation, not quite sure about the give. His only other experience with breasts was with Rei.

That incident with Rei played back in Shinji’s mind again... It seemed clumsy, embarassing, more to him than her, and utterly the opposite of what sexy was supposed to be. He remembered the many nights he tried to recall the images and tactile sensations of that clumsy encounter for stimulation for relief after an explosive encounter with Asuka, only to not find relief. Studying Rei’s body was more like studying anatomy. Misato’s body was like studying the history of sex.

He glanced down at his newly inherited attributes and couldn’t help but be slightly unnerved from the point of view he has been given. He watched as both of his new hands slowly grabbed the breasts from underneath again and lifted them up. "This feels strange," Shinji stated, feeling the weight of them in his palms, and the sensation of Misato’s - his! - large breasts being cradled..

His curiousity mounting, he slowly traced the curve of the breast and brushed the nipple, sending a shiver through Shinji. "God..." he gasped, nearly turning away. "These are... REALLY sensitive..."

The beating of his heart echoed in his ears. A swirl of sensations and emotions, at once quite familiar and completely alien, flowed through his mind like a rain-swollen river. He gasped again, and his hand tightened reflexively, but the pain of the bruised nipple barely registered.

A warm fire starting to build where before a pent up frustation was far more familiar. Shinji glanced downward, past the valley of firm flesh to the pair of shorts, almost missing the familiar bulge he’d once see.

He hesitated, then slid a hand down his belly, across the shorts, and cupped his crotch. He gasped again, both from the pleasure of the contact and the shock of discovery. More than even seeing this body’s breasts, the smooth curved flesh under his fingers drove it home that at the moment, he was completely female.

"No..." Shinji whispered, shutting his eyes. He had to make a decision: should he go further with his explorations, or should he try to maintain whatever dignified image he had of his Guardian’s body?

But while his body was adult, his mind was still that of a teenage boy. It was no contest. Seconds later, Shinji started pulling the shorts down.

The elastic waistband stretched, but only so far, and bound against his hips. He was forced to wiggle, pushing down first one side, then the other. He caught sight of his reflection, and his breath caught anew; the motion would be awkward in his old body, but on this one, was undeniably enticing.

Soon, the band passed the widest part of the hips and slid down the thighs, pooling around Shinji’s feet. He gasped for breath, then glanced up again at the mirror.. "Wow..."

He widened his stance, his new thighs opening to display what fortune has gifted him with. Misato’s cunt was framed from above with a small patch of dark hair, neatly trimmed. Shinji wondered in the back of his mind if he was going to stick around inside this body long enough to have to maintain the trim, but that thought soon pushed itself aside. Soon, hungry hands started roaming the soft, curved flesh, fingers running through the neatly-trimmed bush. It continued to astound him how sensitive this body was; the lightest pressure sent waves of pleasure through him.

The fingers dipped lower, pressing against the folds. Shinji gasped, this sensation near impossible to compare to any other he knew before. With uncharacteristic courage, Shinji pressed the fingers deeper, a gasp molding into a moan.

"Why does this feel so good?" Shinji whispered, fingers exploring his new warm crevice. His free hand slowly drifted up to the left breast and started a subtle squeezing rhythm. Shinji didn’t know what compelled this, but was pleased with the results, the pleasure building through him increasing.

The two fingers within continued to press and wiggle, surrounded by a warm, wet sensation. Shinji’s breath became heavy, labored as he continued down this path of gratification. He glanced up to the mirror, watching Misato’s body please herself, knowing it was actually him. Some part deep within pondered who exactly was the puppet in this relationship as he pressed the fingers deeper.

Shinji pressed deeper, penetrating before what he could only imagine, the walls of the bathroom echoed Shinji’s moans and grunts as he drew closer and closer to the finale.

Suddenly, Shinji felt a wave of immeasurable pleasure sweep through his entire being. He felt muscles twitch and spasm, the sound of a satisfied scream, and the haze of unbelievable ecstasy. What seemed like an eternity passed, the haze started to lift. Shinji found himself laying on the tile floor of the bathroom, breathing hard, watching Misato’s breasts heave with each lungful of air, her skin now gleaming lightly with a thin film of sweat.

Slowly, he sat up, the sensation of boobs jiggling brought both hands up to the bouncy treasures, cradling them. A small squeeze sent another shiver through his spine, the familiar feeling starting again. The sensation brought to mind only one question: "My god... I can do it again without waiting?"

Misato yawned, passing the mostly filled out test forward, time just being called on the history test. She didn’t feel really bad about how she did on the test, noting that in the immediate future, there would be more important things than test scores for Shinji to worry about. Plus, she had other things she’d rather do while being a teenage boy besides aceing tests.

The lunch chime sounded. Misato grinned, her designs on Asuka coming closer to fruition. She gathered Shinji’s school supplies into his black bag and quickly ran past the redhead, giving her behind a firm swat. As Newton predicted, Asuka quickly gave chase.

Misato quickly zig-zagged through the school’s hallways, the sound of Asuka’s rampage getting fainter and fainter. Finally, when sure she was safe, she leaned against a wall for support, catching her breath. "I better start going to the gym... Shinji’s fitness is pathetic..." She snickered. "No wonder he doesn’t chase girls...he must know he wouldn’t last long."

Misato leaned around the corner, keeping an eye out for the aggreived redhead.

A quiet voice behind her said, "Ikari."

She yelped, and spun on the spot. "Oh. Rei. You startled me."

"We have a sync test at 1700 tonight." Rei’s voice was as flat as ever. "In case you forgot, I felt that I

"Yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll be there."

Rei blinked. "You must not be feeling well. For a change, you are looking at my face, instead of my breasts." Misato quickly glanced down at Rei’s breasts. "Is that better?"

Rei’s expression changed. "Who are you?"

"Huh?" Misato blinked. "What do you mean, Rei?"

"Ikari-kun would not have looked down after such a comment. Ikari-kun usually calls me Ayanami, not Rei." She tilted her head slightly. "And Ikari-kun would be blushing badly at this point."

The sounds of the rampaging red storm started to grow louder, drawing closer. "Well, umm, look Rei. Let’s discuss this in private, alright?" Misato asked, quickly opening the janitor’s closet door.

"Very well," said Rei. She turned and walked casually into the closet. Misato followed her hurriedly, shut the door, and slid the janitor’s mop bucket against it.

"You realize that the door opens outward?"

"So?"

Rei indicated the bucket. "Placing the mop bucket against it will not stop Asuka from opening it."

"Oh." She shrugged, and looked for a lock. "Why is there no lock on this side?"

"Very rarely do people attempt to break into the school from within the janitor’s closet." She paused. "If I may ask, who are you? You look like Ikari-kun. You may even smell like him."

"Smell?"

"Changing the subject will not change one singular fact: you are not him."

"Well, if I’m not Shinji, who am I?"

"Attempting to redirect the question will also not work. I must inform the Commander about this," Rei stated. She turned and reached for the door handle. Misato put her arm up, blocking Rei’s exit.

"Alright, I’ll tell you."

Rei paused. "Regardless of who you really are, I will most likely have to tell the Commander of this in any event."

"What if there’s a good reason why you shouldn’t?"

Rei considered this, then said, "If the reason is sufficient, I could be persuaded to hold my silence."

"All right. I’m Captain Katsuragi."

Rei blinked.

"Due to some unknown influence, Shinji and I switched bodies. Or minds. Whatever the cause, he’s currently me and I’m him."

"So what is the reason you wish me to stay silent?"

Misato shrugged. "Well, to be perfectly honest, we don’t know what caused the switch. But I think we can figure it out; we have a few leads. But if someone finds out, it can damage our ability to trace the cause."

"What evidence do you have to support this?"

"None, but we’re operating on the basis that what we don’t know, can definitely hurt us."

"Switch?" Rei asked, puzzled. "Then you are..."

"I’m Misato, but I have to act like Shinji, to keep people from finding out."

"Your acting skills need work."

"You sound like you believe me, though, which is good," Misato stated.

"It sounds believable enough, if I had to be honest,"

"What part of this sounds believeable?" Misato scratched her head. "I have difficulty believing it, and I’m living it."

"You and Ikari switching bodies is more believeable than Shinji not staring at my breasts."

"Speaking of," Misato started. "I must be honest, Rei. I am feeling a bit curious...."

"About the differences between your old body and your new one? I am surprised that you have not already explored the differences."

"Five minutes over a toilet bowel is hardly adequate," she muttered.

"Only five minutes?" Rei looked surprised. "I have heard that males had less endurance, but I thought it was better than that."

"I was in a hurry, all right? Shinji was outside the door, freaking out. However, if you are interested in helping for a more prolonged experiment..."

Rei considered this, then asked, "In what way would I benefit from such an experiment?"

"A better understanding of the workings of a male body? And surely Shinji wouldn’t mind."

"As Shinji is not currently inhabiting this body, I doubt he would gain any benefit from such an experiment. As to the ’better understanding’, a visit to the library would give me more complete information, with a broader sample base, less effort and no risk."

"Trust me, books don’t come close to actual tactile knowledge."

"It would be unwise to attempt intercourse in such a confined area, during the middle of the school day, regardless of any benefit to the experiment."

"Well, there’s always oral sex..." Misato offered, half joking.

The albino considered this. "While that would be safer, I still do not see the benefit..."

"Look, I’m just horny, alright?"

"’Horny?’"

"I haven’t gotten laid in a week and a half, and I don’t think Shinji ever has! I’ve been walking around with a friggin’ tent pole, and I can’t get rid of it."

"I understand. Sexual frustration."

"Among other kinds," muttered Misato.

"So your request for an ’experiment’ was more to attempt to attain relief from an uncomfortable physical situation."

"Yeah." She shrugged. "More or less."

"This I can understand."

Misato watched as the albino girl knelt down on the floor in front of her. "If you could please work the zipper, Captain?"

"Waitaminute! You mean all I had to do was ask?"

"If you can admit to curiosity, so can I."

The zipper pulled down, and Misato pulled Shinji’s boxers down, freeing her new curious friend. She looked at Rei’s blank stare and wasn’t sure to feel amused or offended. "It’s actually quite big for his age," Misato defended.

"I would have no way of knowing the difference. However, the fact that it is not a meter in length leads me to believe that other boys were...exaggerating."

Misato snickered at that. "Now Rei, you will want to start gently," Misato started instructing. "Light kisses."

"I should have mentioned before that I have no idea what is required."

"What? It isn’t mentioned in anything that you’ve read?"

"Commander Ikari failed to put it on my reading list."

"Never mind that. I have enough experience to direct you through this," Misato quipped. "Now you want to use your tongue, but do it slowly,"

Rei gently and slowly licked the tip of his penis. Misato gasped at the contact, then said, "Not just the tip. Along the underside."

Rei nodded and followed the instruction given. "Mmm." Misato grinned. "I think I see why guys like this so much."

Rei worked her way from testicles from tip, evidently trying to ensure that she didn’t miss even a square millimeter. Her tongue left the tip on each stroke with flick, causing Shinji’s dick to twitch in her hand.

"That feels good, Rei." Misato sighed in pleasure. "Want to move to the next step?"

Rei nodded.

"Put it into your mouth."

Rei looked down at her prize. "Is that sanitary?"

"Trust me, I scrubbed it clean this morning. Used soap and everything."

"I see." Rei examined her handful, then opened her mouth and slowly drew him in.

"Ah!" Misato inhaled sharply. "Careful of the teeth! They don’t feel so good."

Rei could only make an affirmative sound. However, she didn’t move, merely holding the tip of Misato’s borrowed tool in her mouth. To her surprise, Misato found this remarkably pleasant in itself. "Must remember this for later. But for now, Rei, you need some motion here."

Rei slowly brought her head forward on the shaft, the motion gave Misato time to gasp again. ’What she lacks in experience she makes up for in willingness’ Misato thought. "Good, very good. Now a bobbing action is traditional.." She started, only to gasp again as Rei obeyed.

Her motions were smooth, and almost excruciatingly slow; Misato had little mind left to be impressed. But her technique was, for obvious reasons, unpractised; when she could speak again, Misato advised, "A little more pressure from the tongue on the drawback. And remember that the head is the most sensitive part, especially on the underside."

Rei pulled off the shaft entirely and said, "If I overstimulate it, we would fail to determine the upper limits of your body’s endurance."

"So you’re taking it slow, huh?" Misato asked. "You’re a fast learner."

"Should I find it a necessary skill, I would prefer to be well versed." She put the tip back in her mouth, tongue pressed against the underside, then slowly slid more back in.

Misato gasped again. "Can’t argue here."

Rei continued her slow, deliberate motions, her movements were efficent, with a touch of mechanical efficency, but not unpleasant in the least. Misato squinted as she concentrated, attempting to hold back what she felt was building.

"How much can you take without gagging?"

Rei paused as she considered this, then leaned in. Misato gasped as Rei took all of her member into her mouth, feeling the head at the back of her throat.

"Oh, damn!"

Rei paused, then pulled back again, tongue pressing the underside, then flicking across the tip before she pulled it free.

"Girl, if you can deep-throat that much tube steak in one gulp, you’re in the wrong calling." Misato gritted her teeth, willing the release back; she wanted more, dammit!

Rei didn’t respond, merely continued her motions, her own actions became slightly more erratic, more creative.

Misato leaned forward, and pressed her hands against the wall, her mind became more and more clouded. ’Damn Shinji’s untrained libido!’ Misato cursed in her head as she kept trying to hold the coming flood back.

Misato felt a twitch, one she knew Rei felt as well, because the next second she felt the edges of Rei’s lips on the base of Shinji’s shaft as she exploded.

It seemed to take long minutes for her to finish draining; the sensation was a lot more intense than it had been this morning. When she regained some level of composure, she looked down at Rei and said, "You didn’t have to swallow."

"I did not want anything on my uniform."

Misato gathered herself back into her pants, and said, "Thanks, Rei. Believe it or not, I really needed that."

The door opened. "Ah! Finally--"

Asuka broke off, at the sight of Rei on her knees in front of Shinji, who was zipping his fly.

"What the hell...?"

Rei dabbed at her lip. "Is there anything on my face?"

"Nope." Shinji sounded remarkably cheerful.

Asuka continued to stare.

Rei slowly stood up, and said, "We will be late for class if we do not hurry." She paused, and added, "Thank you for the instruction, Pilot Ikari, but I fear I will need you to visit later this evening, to return the favour. As we discussed."

Asuka felt her mind break, then and there, her rage replaced by shock and fear.

Rei nodded to her, and walked down the hall. Asuka watched her go, her mind still twitching, then she whirled back to Shinji.

"Did...did Rei just..."

Shinji shrugged. "None of your business, really."

"Shinji--Why--" She couldn’t seem to manage a full sentence.

Shinji merely shrugged again, and said, "Well, since you didn’t seem to have the gumption..."

***

Curses and frantic footsteps echoed through Misato’s apartment. Under the most ideal circumstances, Shinji dressing his new body would be a lengthy and labor intensive process. However, with only five minutes of time and a mess in the bathroom to clean, it became utter chaos.

"Goddamn it. I *told* her I was ’sick’...why did she have to insist on me coming in anyway?" He grabbed a bra, considered it and decided that he didn’t have time to fight with it right now. Given Misato’s work skirt, however, panties were definitely not optional.

Shinji grabbed the cleanest pair he could find, a black number with a nice satin feel, and quickly stepped into them. "Actually, these look really good on this body...Wonder why I never saw them before?" After all, he might live cheek-by-jowl with Misato, and be aggravated by her on most occasions...but he was still a teenage male.

Shinji’s moment of admiration quickly snapped back to frantic worry as he looked back at the clock: just three more minutes to get dressed and all he had on was a pair of panties he was only halfsure was clean. "Let’s see, skirt... " Shinji muttered as he sorted through Misato’s assortment, finally choosing a light brown skirt that looked like they actually approaced the mid-thigh barrier that eluded the rest of her collection.

For a shirt, her closet revealed a few simple white button-up shirts; he chose one at random, then fumbled it on. For some reason, the buttons were on the wrong side of the closure. With mounting frustration, Shinji tore the shirt off and stormed into his former room and quickly pulled a shirt out of his dresser and slipped it on. The shirt was more than a bit snug, but he decided that it would have to do.

Shinji hurriedly buttoned the front buttons, the tightness increasing with each button. The top three buttons, however, refused to budge. Shinji glanced at the mirror, and noted he was mostly covered, enough at least to not get arrested. "It will have to do."

He grabbed her jacket off the hook, threw it on and ran for the elevator. Then paused, doubled back, and grabbed the car keys. Despite his predicament, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Finally, he had a chance to play with Misato’s expensive toy.

The car sat in the parking lot, looking like it was doing forty klicks while sitting still. The blue body had just been repaired after its last round of abuse at Misato’s hands. Competent combat leader she may be, but she drove like she was drunk. Even while sober.

Shinji pressed the keyless entry button, and the car chirped. He opened the door, half afraid of something exploding, but all was safe.

Shinji slid into the car, then reached beneath the chair for a second to adjust the seat, then slapped himself on the forehead. "Idiot, it’s alreayd set for me!"

Luckily, the car had an automatic transmission; he felt reasonably confident that he could make it go. He inserted the key into the proper slot, and gave it a turn. The electric motor spooled up the flywheel. He reached into the breast pocket of her jacket, extracted her sunglasses, opened them with a flick and settled them on his nose.

Then paused. That motion had been far too smooth and natural for him. "Guess it must be instinct for this body. Start car, don sunglasses. Like that Pavlov guy."

"Let’s see...reverse..." Shinji muttered to himself as he pulled back on the car’s gearshift.

The car lurched backward, and Shinji realized he’d forgotten the brakes. Luckily, nothing was behind him, and he brought the car around through the reverse turn until the nose pointed towards the street.

"Forward..." He glanced down at the gear indicators. There was ’D’, ’1’ and ’2’. Misato usually used ’D’, but he figured that was because it was the fastest. He selected ’2’.

The car jolted forward. Shinji realized he was using too much gas and eased off the accelerator. The car was moving more normally now, and he brought it out onto the street.

***

Ritsuko looked up at the clock. "You’re early."

Misato glanced at her watch. "I thought I was ten minutes late."

"For you, that’s five minutes early."

"Well, I would’ve been on time - for a switch - if I hadn’t gotten stopped by a cop," Misato grumbled.

"NERV is getting tired of paying your traffic citations."

"He let me go with a warning this time."

"Gee. I wonder why?" Ritsuko looked pointedly at the shirt. "That’s a bit...small for you, isn’t it."

"I had to grab one of...Shinji’s."

"Had to jump him didn’t you?"

"It’s not like that!" Misato shook her head, and added, "I just didn’t have any clean."

"You’ve shown up often enough in a dirty shirt."

"Can we just get this examination finished?"

"Sure." Ritsuko indicated the bed. "You know what to do."

"Actually," she started as she sat on the bed, "Could you walk me through it again. I think my head’s still not clear."

Ritsuko sighed. ’Why does she always have to be so difficult? Well, I can make this plenty difficult for her too.’

"Strip, everything off," she instructed, "I’m going to go grab my instruments."

Misato started nervously undressing. Ritsuko kept one eye on her as she started laying out the instruments she’d need. "You don’t *look* hung over...maybe you really are ill."

"If I’m ill, it might be contagious...maybe I shouldn’t be here? I could pass it on to the next patient."

"I *do* sterilize my equipment between uses, you know."

Ritsuko eyed Misato wearily, noting the way she was using her arms to cover herself after she finished stripping. Being self-conscious was hardly like Misato, especially around another woman.

"Sit down. Lie back, feet in the stirrups."

***

Patients and nurses stopped and stared at the scream from the examination room.

"As you promised, Captain, you now must return the favour."

"This would be a lot easier if you took your skirt and panties off," Misato observed.

Rei blinked, then shook her head. "No. I was referring to the identity issue."

"Well, that’s boring," Misato answered as she settled back on the chair. Well, ’settled’ was a relative term; the only upholstered surface in Rei’s apartment was the obviously lumpy bed. Misato squirmed on the hard chair seat. "This body doesn’t have as much padding about the seat...Why don’t you own any halfway decent furniture?"

"I have never had need for furniture. The only person who ever comes here is me." Rei frowned slightly. "Again, you have attempted to distract me from my question. Is Ikari-kun all right?"

"Shinji’s fine," Misato dismissed. "He’s probably just sitting in bed rocking back and forth mumbling or something."

"I can only assume that this has been a traumatic experience for him."

"How would you like to wake up as a guy, Rei?" Misato grinned. "Don’t you think you’d be a bit freaked out?"

"Possibly."

"Besides, I would hardly call being me ’tramatic’" Misato defended. "Heck, this might be just what the boy needs. Now, I did come here to ’repay the favor’. We COULD be talking about identity experiences, or I could do something much more...interesting."

"You are referring to oral sex," Rei answered. "I doubt that would work with me, as I am not equipped with a penis."

"Oh come on, use your imagination Rei,"

"I hardly see how my imagination would make a physical impossibility possible."

"Haven’t you ever heard of carpet-munching?"

Rei considered this. "Yes. Suzuhara referred to me as a carpet-muncher, early in the school year. I do not consume floor coverings."

Misato shook her head. "I’ll teach you. That is, if you are willing."

Rei did not answer.

Misato leaned a bit closer to the girl. "C’mon. Admit it. You’re curious to know what I have in mind."

Rei only nodded. "Fine, tell me what I need to do."

"Don’t let your enthusiasm run away with you, whatever you do," muttered Misato.

"Enthusiasm is pointless when I have no frame of reference. Please, begin instruction."

"Well, I would suggest you start with taking off your panties. Actually, no. Might as well get completely undressed. You’ll likely want to shower afterwards."

"Very well then," Rei answered as she stood from her bed and disrobed, casually, mechanically.

"I am curious, though, Captain. For oral sex, do you not need access only to my genital region? What purpose is served by complete nudity?"

"Three purposes." Misato ticked them off on her fingers. "First, you’re going to sweat, and you’re going to...well, let’s just say that it’d be bad to wreck your skirt."

Rei blinked at this.

"Second, I know the female body passably well, and I’m going to be watching for telltales. Most of these would be covered by clothing, such as your nipples. And third." Misato grinned. "A woman’s body is much more sensitive than a man’s. If you think oral sex is restricted to the ’genital region’, you have a pleasant surprise ahead of you."

Rei considered this, then nodded. "If what I have heard from Doctor Akagi and from Kaji is correct, you would have much experience with sex."

She chose to ignore the unintended barb. "Now we can do this in several ways," Misato said. "But two of them, I’d say they’d be too much for you to handle at this time. So we can have you laying down, or sitting up."

"After our experiment in the broom closet, it seemed likely that only the close quarters kept you from collapsing. Aside from that, you are occupying the chair." Rei sat on the bed, then lay back, swinging her feet up onto the covers.

Misato left the chair and scooted to the edge of the bed, her eyes studied Rei’s exposed self. "Good, you’re bare," she noted. ’Shinji likely does not want to visit the dentist for a haircut.’

"Now, this is a very important point: Do you trust me?"

"I have no reason not to."

"Good. Because this sort of thing requires complete trust between partners."

Rei thought about this a moment, then said, "You have already demonstrated trust in me. At the very least, I can return that."

Misato lightly pressed her fingers against Rei’s inner thigh. She could feel Rei tremble slightly to her touch. "Does this excite you, Rei?"

"I am unsure of my emotions at this point. Please, continue."

"Like hell, you’re unsure," chuckled Misato. She started running her fingers down Rei’s leg, towards her knee, and felt the tremor in her muscles. "It takes a lot more to satisfy a woman than it does a man. As I recall I mentioned earlier." She brought her fingers back up the thigh. Rei’s pale skin was very smooth, and warmer than her hue would hint.

Misato’s finger continued lightly tracing Rei’s contour. "You swim a lot, right?"

"Yes."

"I can tell. Your muscle tone is a lot better than mine. In either body."

She continued to trace Rei’s thigh, curving up to the top, and her fingers crossed her hipbone, into the small hollow above. Rei’s breathing was deepening, though her eyes remained open and curious.

"’Oral sex’ seems to imply that one’s mouth is used, not one’s fingers."

"This is your first time, right?" Misato chuckled. "Best we make sure it’s a really good experience."

"Is that important?"

"Oh, very. It can shape your entire outlook on sex."

Misato traced along Rei’s torso, moving upwards towards her breasts. One finger traced around the edge of her right breast, following its curve, and she was rewarded with a gasp from Rei.

"Oh, quite sensitive, aren’t we?" Misato grinned, and continued to run her finger upwards. Rei lifted her chin as Misato crossed her collarbone, and she traced a line along Rei’s throat. "There’s almost no part of a woman that isn’t sensitive."

"W..wouldn’t that make Shinji’s experience in your body unnerving?" Rei asked between her gasps.

"In a lot of ways, yes. I imagine he’s going to have to get used to it. And who knows? It might be a really good learning experience for him." She drew her fingertip across Rei’s lower lip, and felt it quivering under the digit.

"You’re warming up nicely, Rei." She started tracing downwards again, her finger barely touching the skin as she drew it down Rei’s chin and across her throat again.

"I feel...chilled."

"It’s a pleasant chill, isn’t it?" She drew her finger over the top of the breast this time, just barely touching the nipple on the way past.

"You know that my nipples are the most sensitive parts of my breasts, but you do not touch them. Why?"

"It’s like Kaji always said...I like to tease."

She traced her finger along the underside of the right breast, and over to the left. This time, as she drew it towards the top, she allowed it to pass over the nipple, barely brushing the end as she did so. Rei gasped, and her back arched, pushing her chest towards Misato’s hand, but Misato had expected this, and kept her finger airborne until it had cleared the nipple.

"Tell me, Rei. Do you find this pleasant?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes..."

All four fingers touched the top of her breast now, with more air than skin in contact. She drew her hand along Rei’s left breast, her second and third fingers just touching the nipple on the way by.

"You are still teasing me."

"Of course."

Her hand cupped the breast now, the nipple covered by her fingers. She could feel the heat rising from Rei’s skin, feel the girl’s hearbeat beneath her hand. She was surprised; she hadn’t realized how much she would enjoy this.

"Please..." Rei begged.

Misato lifted her hand again, so that only the fingertips rested on the girl’s skin. She slowly dragged her hand down the breast, until the nipple was caught between two fingers, and squeezed it gently.

Rei gasped loudly, her voice full of frantic need, so unlike the mask she wore in public. Misato grinned at this.

She released the nipple, and started tracing downwards again. As her fingers left Rei’s breast, she shifted back towards the center. She slowly dragged her fingers down the girl’s centerline, passed the belly button, to the line of the girl’s mons...and paused.

And then started sliding them back up. Rei groaned, frustration starting to show in her voice. "More please?"

"Patience, little one." She smiled. "We’ve got nothing but time."

She traced her fingers back up the girl’s belly, to the line of the ribs, then reversed direction again. She could smell the girl’s arousal now; it wouldn’t be long before she’d be tasting it.

This time, she allowed her fingers to trace onto the mons itself, and Rei shuddered beneath her touch. She allowed her fingers to stray as far as the girl’s cleft this time, before starting back upwards again.

"Gosh, Rei, I’d like to go a little further with this." Misato’s words took on a taunting lilt that was distinctly odd in Shinji’s voice. "But my access is a bit...limited."

Rei’s legs fell open with remarkable haste, and Misato was hard pressed to avoid a giggle.

She traced downwards once more, this time allowing her fingers to glide across the girl’s exposed sex. She stayed away from the cleft until she reached the bottom, then drew one finger along its length. Rei was very damp, now; Misato’s finger drew moisture along its trip to the top.

Her finger grazed Rei’s hood, and the girl’s hips bucked towards her. Misato was a bit surprised; Rei was responding a lot faster than her old body did. Maybe she was getting jaded?

"Please, Captain," Rei begged.

She exerted a light pressure on the finger, and it sank into Rei’s folds, to rest on the girl’s clit. Just a slight shift, and Rei moaned in desperate pleasure. She looked up, to see the girl’s eyes closed, her mouth hanging open, and her skin flushed as dark as she’d ever seen it.

"All right, Rei. Do you think you’re ready to move on to the next level?"

Rei’s eyes slowly opened, and Misato looked into the hunger, lust and need shining through them.

***

Ritsuko sat in her stool and faced the wall. She couldn’t look at her patient at the moment, not after the strangest examination ever. Misato had screamed and squirmed like crazy. If she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn Misato was getting off on it.

"That was unusual, even for you, Misato," Ritsuko muttered.

"It’s...been a while..."

"Right. I think all that alcohol has finally given you brain damage, honestly. Now I REALLY have to get my instruments clean." The doctor gathered her instruments and slid them into the sink. "I hope you’re happy. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn your brain’s...." Ritsuko stopped at that thought, and looked back at her patient. She opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out a strange circlet, covered in electronics. "Put this on," she ordered.

The woman looked at the circlet strangely, and hesitantly slipped it on. Immediately data poured onto a computer monitor. Ritsuko quickly went over to it and studied the wave patterns. She recognized it immediately. It was perhaps one of the three most famous wave patterns in the building. She turned to her patient and said only one word.

"Shinji?"

"Crap." The--woman?--took off the circlet. "This thing checks sync harmonics, doesn’t it?"

"Among other things," Ritsuko answered, eyeing Misato’s still nude body. "Perhaps you should get dressed, Shinji. I doubt Misato would approve of this..."

Shinji hastily complied. "I don’t want you to think I’m weird, Ritsuko. I wasn’t enjoying that at all, despite what you seemed to think. That had to be the most painful and embarrassing thing I’ve gone through with this body yet."

"I doubt I wish to ask what you mean by that."

"But you’re a doctor..."

"And there’s some things that don’t need to be known. I can already guess. By the way, I could smell some ’hints’, you really should’ve showered before coming here."

"I kinda lost track of time."

Ritsuko smiled. "That doesn’t sound like Shinji at all. Maybe being late is part of Misato’s genetic pattern? And doesn’t Misato have a shirt her size?" She indicated the strained shirt. "I know she’s proud of her body, but I still doubt she’d like to know you’re parading her like around that."

"Some parade."

"Well, all jokes aside, there’s a couple things I need to ask." Ritsuko sat down, and pulled a cigarette from her pack. "The first is, how did this happen?"

Shinji shrugged. "We haven’t really had time to figure that out yet." He indicated the cigarette. "Should you be smoking in a hospital?"

"Don’t correct your elders."

He smirked. "Right now, we’re the same age."

"Doesn’t it bother you that the body you’re in was in puberty just about the time you were born?" Ritsuko asked pointedly, and sparked up the smoke.

He shrugged. "Not overly, no. The fact that the body is female is bothering me a lot more. We were going to ask you about this, but you seem to have found out before we got a chance to figure out *how* to tell you."

"Well, yes, it is good to tell us this. It could most likely be the test from yesterday. Did anything... strange happen after the test?"

Shinji pondered, the chinese fortune cookie, and the dream... which would sound more unbelievable. In abscence of a tangible answer, Shinji merely shrugged.

"There were a few odd things. The neural clip was broken. It shocked Misato when I handed it to her."

"Neural clips are designed to allow synchronization with EVA, but I suppose there’s a tiny chance of it causing this. What else?"

"We ate Chinese last night... the fortune cookie alluded to... this."

"I put little stock in fortune cookies."

"And I had a really trippy dream, just before I woke up like this."

Ritsuko shook her head. "That’s more likely a symptom than a cause." She thought about it, and said, "As soon as you get ahold of your other half, drag her in here, and we’ll wire you up and figure out what we’re up against."

"Misato is... at school right now," Shinji confessed. "I had a history test I needed to take."

"Enjoy your ’F’."

Shinji winced. "But Misato promised she would do well."

"You’re forgetting, kid. I went to school with this girl. You’d have been better off switching with me. Of course, that would open up a whole new can of worms..." Ritsuko chuckled. "One I seriously doubt you’d want to even know about."

***

Misato shifted to the head of the bed, slid one hand beneath Rei’s neck, and leaned over to kiss the girl. She rose up, meeting her Captain’s lips hungrily. Misato allowed the kiss to linger for a moment, savouring the taste of apple on Rei’s lips, and the difference between her own lips and these that she was borrowing.

She broke the kiss at last, then moved down to kiss the girl’s neck. Rei moaned beneath her lips, and she moved down from there to kiss the top of her breast. Rei’s breathing was deep and ragged, and she could hear her heart thumping against her ribcage. She moved to the top of the breast, and captured the nipple between her lips.

Another long gasp escaped the pale girl. Misato smiled, and flicked the nipple with her tongue. This time, Rei moaned, then gasped again as Misato gently took the nipple between her teeth.

"I thought...thought you said...mind the teeth."

"When you’re good enough, teeth can be very, very nice." She resumed her journey, planting a kiss just beneath the breast, then another on the girl’s belly.

Misato could taste the beginnings of Rei’s sweat against her skin. ’I always suspected I’d make a good lesbian,’ Misato thought to herself.

"Please, Captain..."

She stood, eliciting a moan of frustration from the girl, and quickly removed her shirt; she didn’t want Shinji’s clothing ruined any more than she wanted Rei’s soiled. Then, she sat down at the foot of the bed, and propped herself up between the pale girl’s legs.

"And now, my friend, repayment proper begins."

She leaned in, and gently kissed the top of the girl’s sex. The aroma was sweet and clean, and she almost lost control herself. Gently, she opened the girl’s folds with her fingers, exposing the girl’s inner charms. She was very wet, now, and Misato grinned.

She started at the base of her opening, drawing her tongue up the length, and finished with a bit of a flick on Rei’s clit. The girl’s hips bucked towards her, but Misato paused, to savour the taste.

"Please!" Rei’s voice had climbed in volume. Misato leaned back in, running her tongue into Rei’s entrance. Rei’s breathing was more ragged, a moan slipping in at the end of each breath. She worked her way upwards, and started working on her clit, her tongue lashing it with short flicks. Rei’s hips were moving constantly now, matching her rhythm, and Misato realized that Rei’s self-control was no better than any other teenager’s, male or female.

She slowed her rhythm as much as she could, but Rei was running away from her now. She waited until she felt Rei’s legs stiffen under her hands, then shifted downwards to her vagina once again.

Her tongue probed deeply, curling upwards against the ceiling of her passage. Rei’s entire body stiffened, and a burst of flavour announced her orgasm seconds before she let out a long, bone-shaking moan.

She shifted back up to the clitoris again, but it was apparent that the girl was coming down, so she sat up, wiped her chin, and waited for Rei to recover her powers of speech. When the girl’s eyes cleared, Misato smiled and asked:

"Was that a successful experiment?"

***

"Are you done poking and prodding me, Ritsuko-san?" Shinji asked. "I’m uncomfortable enough already."

"Not nearly, not by half." Ritsuko sighed. "As far as I can tell, you really are Misato, physically and so forth. It’s just the EEG patterns that don’t match."

He sighed, and took it off again. Ritsuko looked him up and down.

"You know, one thing really puzzles me. Most guys would kill to have that body under their hands. Why are you so shy about it?"

"It... makes me feel weird," Shinji confessed. "I mean, I understand arousal and stuff like that, but even before this, I never... you know, with Misato in mind. It seemed weird. With Asuka or Rei, not as much."

"You do realize you just confessed to having sexual fantasies about your fellow pilots, right?"

He shrugged. "After all this, that part doesn’t bother me as much anymore."

"And I don’t believe for an instant that you’ve never fantasized about Misato. I mean, come on," chuckled Ritsuko. "She’s the only woman I know built for both comfort and speed."

"I tried... it’s hard, because I’m half afraid she’ll open the door and chastize me... or ask to join me." Shinji blushed deeply at that. "Asuka would just beat me up, and Rei would just turn away."

"Well, now you’ve got the best of both worlds." Ritsuko chuckled again, then turned serious. "One thing I would suggest, and I know you won’t be comfortable hearing this. When you’ve got some private time, experiment with that body."

"You’ve got to be kidding!"

Ritsuko laughed; she’d never seen Misato blush with embarassment, didn’t think she knew how. "No, seriously. One thing that really bothers women is that so few men know what turns them on. And if you’re worried about putting her body to unauthorized use, just ask yourself: What would Misato do?"

Shinji groaned at that. "I think she already did this morning. She claims she didn’t, but..."

"Oh, bullshit."

Shinji blinked at that. He’d never heard Ritsuko use strong language before.

"Kid, set your mind straight on this: Misato is completely fascinated by the male species. She’ll want to learn absolutely everything about how your body works, from a first-hand experience."

Shinji’s eyes went wide at that. "But... it’s my body..."

"I wouldn’t worry too much about it, kid. She might not seem that way, but Misato’s remarkably mature and responsible." She shrugged. "She can get away with her wild lifestyle because she’s sterile. But she’d know that your classmates aren’t. So I think she’ll keep it in your pants." She snickered. "On the other hand, you can bet she’ll be wearing off a layer of skin."

"She’s... sterile?" Shinji repeated. "So...This body is sterile?" he repeated again, to get the true meaning of it.

"Oh, shit, forget I said that." Ritsuko smacked her forehead. "That’s classified medical knowledge." She sighed. "Oh, I could be in such deep shit if you tell anyone." She looked up. "I keep seeing you, and thinking it’s Misato. My brain isn’t up to this sort of crap."

"I guess that’s information I would need to know, right? I mean, for the time being I’m the one that’s sterile, right?" Shinji gave a weak laugh at that.

"Hey now, why are you sounding sad about that? If anything, this means you don’t have to keep it in Misato’s pants, so to speak."

The color in Shinji’s face drained from that.

"Oh, right, I guess that would be a bit far for you. Just as well." Ritsuko frowned. "Maybe you can’t get her knocked up, but there are still venereal diseases to consider."

The color drained even more. "Right right, maybe now isn’t the time to go over Sex Ed..."

"Okay, Shinji." Ritsuko laughed. "I’m just having fun with you."

"Too much fun."

"Laugh a little, kid. If you can’t take a joke, then you shouldn’t have joined one." She sobered. "Now, on a more serious note. I still haven’t figured out what caused this fuck-- this screw-up." She grabbed a clipboard, checked it over. "So what I’m gonna do is schedule you in for another physical, later tonight. Got a spot here, nineteen hundred." Shinji’s eyes looked a little blank, so Ritsuko added, "Seven PM."

"Seven. Got it." He paused. "This isn’t going to be another physical of the sort I just had, is it?"

"This isn’t going to be a physical at all. That’s just our cover story." Ritsuko made a mark on the paper, then clicked her pen closed. "What we’ll really be doing is sticking you in an entry plug, and checking out every ratio and wavelength we can."

"Do we have a plugsuit that can fit... this?" Shinji motioned down. "I mean, this is a whole lotta...woman." Shinji gave another weak smile, a poor attempt at a joke.

"You would think of that." Ritsuko considered, then sighed. "Okay, we don’t have a plugsuit with that much space in the front, so we’ll have to go with auxilary harness."

"Would Asuka’s plugsuit fit?"

"It would be *very* tight on the hips, breasts, and butt, to name a few areas," Ritsuko evaluated. "It hasn’t been heard of, but you might just ’pop out’ if you try to move too quickly in it."

"Then what was that experiment we did last night for?"

"That was to test harmonic interference caused by an untrained, un-syncable element in the man/machine interface, combined with the stabilizing element of a remote drone plug." She noted the glazed expression on Shinji’s face, sighed, and translated. "It was to see how badly she’d screw things up."

Shinji pointedly held his hands forward, gesturing to himself. "Pretty badly, I’d say."

"No shit--I mean, no kidding."

Shinji frowned. "Ritsuko, are you censoring yourself on my behalf?"

"Obviously," she sighed.

"You don’t have to, you know." He grinned. "I live with Asuka and Misato, after all."

"God, you even grin like her. I think that body will be a bad influence on you, Shinji."

"And you suggested that it should."

"Eh... maybe just enough to balance you out, kid."

He laughed at that. "Balance. Right. To balance this body, I’d need a backpack with fifty pounds of cement in it."

Ritsuko cupped Shinji’s new chest and hefted up. "Eh, I’d say only 40 pounds."

"You’re only lying because one of mine is worth two of yours!"

"Oh, you want to compare huh?" Ritsuko answered the challenge and started to unbutton her shirt. She stopped after two and started laughing. "All right. Enough jokes at our absent comrade’s expense. You’d better get home, and get something to eat."

"Oh, here’s a new experience...this body’s gonna cook something that doesn’t suck!"

"Good luck with that. It might be genetic. I’ll see if we can ’stretch out’ a plug suit just for you."

Ritsuko watched the ersatz woman walk from the office, and chuckled. "At least, we can try to keep his morale up."

Shinji dropped into the driver's seat, and sighed.

The drive here had been rather nerve-wracking;  the flywheel had been whining all the way here, and he'd had trouble negotiating traffic.  Now, the traffic was somewhat calmer, but he still needed to figure out what the hell he'd been doing wrong with the motor.

He picked up Misato's shades from the cupholder.  'I must admit it feels pretty cool to wear these' he thought, 'even if I have to wear Misato's body to do it'. 

He examined the gearshift again, then frowned.  "I still can't figure this bloody thing out."  He pulled it back into reverse, backed out of the parking lot, then nosed the car into the street.

"Dammit!  The speedometer goes up to two-twenty.  Why won't this thing get over sixty?"

He continued to prod with the instruments at hand, when finally, he felt the vehicle lurch forward in a burst of acceleration.   "Whoa..."

Twice, the flywheel spooled up, then the car shifted, and another burst of acceleration resulted.  Soon, he had the needle up to 150, and he settled back into the bucket seat, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gearshift.

He felt oddly pleased with himself.  The hum of the car was almost calming after his day, the vibrations of the motor ran through his body.   "I can see why she likes driving fast..."

He suddenly noted the flashing red and blue lights in the mirror.

"Oh, shit..."

Shinji looked to the left side of the road and saw ample amount of room on the shoulder and pulled over, a bit heavy on the brakes.  He shifted the car to park, and switched off the flywheel.  The officer walked up to the window, and tapped it.

He rolled it down, removed the shades, and said, "Yes, officer."

"Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma'am?"

"Uh...I was speeding."

" Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

"Um.  I think no faster than 150."

"In the city, the speed limit is sixty kilometers per hour."  The officer glanced down at his radar gun.  "I pegged you at 147."

"Oh."

"Why were you going so fast?"

Shinji shrugged.  "Tough day, and I needed to unwind.  I'm sorry;  I should've waited until I was on the freeway."

The cop seemed to be paying quite a bit of attention to his radar gun.  "Uh huh.  I can understand that.  Still...may I see your license and registration, please?"

Shinji panicked;  was he even carrying this?  He quickly patted Misato's jacket, and felt something in the inside pocket.  He opened the jacket, reached in and pulled out a small billfold.  Inside were the driver's license and the car's registration.  He reached over and handed them to the cop, who for some reason looked a bit red in the face.

"Katsuragi Misato...Captain with NERV."  The cop sighed.  "Crap."  He snapped his ticket book shut.  "There's no point in ticketing you;  NERV pays your traffic citations, and never even blinks.  It won't even count towards my quota."

"Umm, thanks, I guess." Shinji responded, shifting slightly in his seat.  His rummage through the jacket had left him in a less than comfortable position.

"Look, Ma'am."  The cop sighed.  "I don't like handing out traffic tickets, but I like responding to fatal accidents even less.  Please...try to slow down."  He fumbled at his waist, produced a small camera.  "For legal reasons, I gotta take a picture of you and the car.  Can you step out of the vehicle please?"

Shinji opened the car door, and stepped out.  The cop fumbled with his camera a bit, then said, "Can you remove the jacket, please?  It's playing hell with the light levels...I won't be able to get a clear shot of your--umm, face."

"Oh, right." Shinji answered and slipped it off without a thought and threw it onto the driver's seat.  The cop shot six frames from a number of angles, then hung the camera at his belt. 

"Okay.  Really, I ought to give you a ticket anyway - just so your boss bitches at you about speeding - but I'll let it go." 

"Thank you, and I promise I will be much more careful." he responded, arms crossed absently underneath his chest.

The cop blinked, then pulled a card from his breast pocket and handed it to her.  "And if you need anything, here's a number where I can be reached."  He grinned a bit unsteadily.  "Remember, I let you off easy!"

He walked back to his motorcycle, started the engine, and peeled off at a good clip.  Shinji watched him leave, then asked himself, "If I need a cop, the number is 119..." 

He glanced down at the card.  "This looks more like a private phone line."

It took a second, then he blushed.


***

"I'm home," Shinji announced, then looked around.  "Right, first one home."  He unceremonally dumped Misato's red jacket on the dining room table and entered the kitchen.  "Let's see, dinner."

"You're not the first one home."

"Hm?"  He turned, and saw Misato exiting the bathroom. 

"But I only just got in."  Misato sighed.  "Been a rough day."

"You're telling me!"

Misato glanced at her old body and sighed.  "You went out like that?" 

"I'm sorry, but I didn't have enough time to.."

"If you wanted to show off some cleavage, I had like five blouses that do the job great.  That shirt just clashes with the skirt too.  Man, are you trying to make it look like I have no fashion sense?"

"The only person that saw me was Ritsuko.  Oh, and some cop."

"Akira?"

"I dunno."  Shinji fished out the calling card and tossed it to her.  "I made an impression, though."

Misato scrutinized the card, then said, "He must be a rookie.  I don't have this one yet."

Shinji snickered.  "Do they come with bubble gum?"

"No...sometimes you do get a tasty snack to go with them, though.  Did he make a big production about a warning, by the way?  If so, you may have to call him...oh, and did he look halfway decent?"

"How the hell should I be able to judge how good a guy looks?"  He cracked a beer, and knocked it back.

"Hey!  You're underage."

He looked down at her.  "No.  Right now, *you* are underage.  And I'm starting to figure out why you drink."

"Oh come on, just one beer.   I've had a long day."

"I bet."  He tossed one to her, then threw his empty into the recycling.  "If it was anything like mine..."  He sighed.  "Well, you've gone through the teenage years before.  This is my first time trying to be an adult."

"I can tell.  By the way, you better figure out bras.  My breasts may be perfectly firm, but even a few days bra-less will create some back-pain."

"This body is already a pain in the neck, now it's going to be a pain in the back?"

"Yeah, well, yours ain't worth talking about, either.  Dude, you need to spend more time in Phys Ed.  Asuka damn near caught up with me."

Shinji turned sharply.  "What did you do to Asuka?"

"Pinched her butt, remember?  One that I must say you can bounce coins off of."

"Why would I want to do that?"

The aforementioned redhead chose that minute to storm in.  She stalked up to Shinji, waved her hands in the air, speechless.  Finally, she turned, cuffed Misato across the back of the head, stalked off down the hall, and slammed her door hard enough to bounce it right back open again.

Shinji watched her close the door, more gently this time, then turned back to Misato.  "Okay.  What did you do this time?"

"Okay, I pinched her butt.  Twice.  But seriously, it's begging for it."

"Do me a favour, okay?  Try not to get yourself killed."  He dropped his voice a bit.  "And try to stay in character, will you?  If she figures out what's going on..."

"Don't worry."  Misato chuckled.  "Even if she did figure it out, what's she gonna do?"

"Yes, but if she kills you, it's my ass," Shinji whispered angrily.  "And I don't want to spend the rest of my days wearing your underwear."

"Gettin' all riled up, aren't you?"  Misato winked at him.  "I think I know what's been missing from your life."

"Oh, and what is that?  Having someone else inside me?"

"Come on, ya know you want it."  She chuckled, and stood up.  "Don't worry.  I'll be back inside that gorgeous body before you know it."

She stood up, and walked towards her room.

"Hey, 'Shinji'."

She paused, glancing over at him in confusion.  He pointed down the hall, to his own room.

"Right."  She sighed, and changed directions.


***


Asuka pulled her ear away from the door, aghast.  She'd only caught snippets of the conversation, but the context was pretty clear.

"That...pervert!"


***


An intoxicating aroma filtered through the apartment.  Misato, curious, slid the door open and walked out.  She turned and saw the dining table set up, and a large platter with stir fry sitting in the center.  "It's pretty much the only thing I could make with the ingredients on hand," Shinji apologized. 

"What is that amazing..." Asuka asked as she walked out next, but then glanced and saw who she thought was Misato wearing an apron.  "Umm, I think I'll go back to bed."

"Come on, Asuka."  Misato grinned.  "Misato's a great cook."

"No, really, I'm fine," Asuka protested.

"I'm hardly a great cook, but even I can't screw up stir-fry, right?"  Shinji chuckled.  "After all, the name is the recipe."

The two looked at the German pilot, who appeared to be debating if smells could be that deceiving.  Finally, it appeared her curiousity won.  "Fine."

She eyed the plate of stir-fry.  So far, it wasn't glowing, trying to escape, or throttling the penguin...it might just be edible.

Shinji sat at the head of the table and spooned some of the food for both Misato and Asuka.  "Go ahead, try it out," he said to Asuka, at the moment enjoying the authority of his new body.

"Well, damned if I do, or..."

She cautiously lifted a forkful of stir-fry, screwed up her courage, and put it in her mouth.

This was all the encouragement Misato needed as she greedily dug through her own plate.

Shinji grinned and lifted his glass...filled with fruit juice.

Asuka swallowed, and said, "Wow.  A bit bland, but compared to your usual offering..."  She eyed the fruit juice.  "How much vodka is in that?"

"Umm,  just enough to be flammable?" he answered nervously.

Misato snickered.  "Who are you, and what have you done with Misato?"

Shinji quietly sipped the fruit juice, but shot Misato a slight glare.

"By the way, Pilot Ikari."  Asuka's voice dropped a few degrees.  "Did you forget that we had a harmonics test at 1700 today?"

"I was busy with Pilot Ayanami," Misato answered with a grin.

"I figured that."

Shinji smacked his forehead, and glanced at the clock.  "Crap!  I forgot, Doctor Akagi wants to see me for another physical in fifteen minutes!"

"ANOTHER physical? Don't tell me she found a problem," Misato asked, concerned with her own skin.

"No, nothing like that," Shinji responded, slipping the red jacket on.  "Can you two please try not to kill each other?"

"Hold on!  What's this physical about?"

"It has to do with the test we ran yesterday.  The interference harmonics thing."

"Oh..." Misato answered.  "Well, you better get a move on."  She leaned forward into Shinji's ear.  "If you hurry, at least try to get me another new card?"

Shinji blushed, and ran out the door.

Asuka ate another forkful of stir-fry, then commented, "If you're gonna try to hide your shameful behaviour around me, you really ought to be more discreet."

"Oh, like you never did anything 'shameful'."

"Of course not!  What are you, stupid?"

"Oh.  Guess Kaji turned you down, eh?"

Asuka's face burned as red as her hair.  "Shut up you...you..."

"Musta hit pretty close to home to get her all riled up, eh?"  Misato smirked, and switched to German.  ""

Asuka's eyebrows shot straight up.  "Wh..WHAT?!"  "

""  Misato shot back, grinning.

"Your accent sucks."  Asuka switched back to Japanese.

"Yeah, well, I doubt you know as much about sucking as Rei does."

"Oh, I'm sure she got a complete download on the entire subject!"  Asuka jumped to her feet, face purpling with rage.  "Why the hell would you let her do that?  You want frostbite on your dick?"

"Oh no, she was quite curious and willing.  Also, quite warm on the subject.  And trust me, she *did* get a download!"

"Perverser Mensch!"

"It's obvious that Rei is quite skilled in pleasing a man," Misato added, grinning.

Asuka jerked a thumb at her chest.  "Forget it!  *This* is the body that men dream of!  Not that Droid!"

"Maybe nightmares."

"Idioten!"  Asuka was trembling with rage now.  "There is nothing she has that I don't have twice as good!  There's nothing she can do that I can't do better!"

"Oh really?  Cocksucking is a learned skill."

"It's not like you're any better either!  You have no idea how to please a girl!"

"Would you care to make a wager on that?"

"FINE!   And when I win, you will have to wear my dress!" Asuka answered triumphantly.

Misato shrugged.  "Okay.  And if I win?"

"Whatever you want...which won't matter because you won't," she grinned.

Misato grinned back.  "You have no idea how much room to play that gives me.  Terms of the challenge?"

This stopped Asuka cold for an instant.  Misato could almost see the gears turning in her head, as it became apparent that not only had she agreed, but she'd made it a challenge.

"If I can get you off faster than Rei did, I win.   However, for you to win, you will have to get me off, period."

"I wasn't really timing it."

"Two minutes, then."  Asuka smirked.  "Though I don't think you'll last half that long."

"Fair enough."  Misato glanced up at the clock.  "Minimum travel time from here to NERV, given the way Misato drives, is fifteen minutes.  So we've got at least half an hour."  She glanced back at Asuka.  "Your place, or mine?"

"The bathroom. That way we can easily clean any mess."

"Gee, you're a real romantic."

"This isn't about romance," declared Asuka.  "It's about my humiliating you."

***

"We had one in plus sizes, so count yourself as lucky," Doctor Akagi said as she draped the plugsuit over a chair in her office.

"So you didn't need to modify it?"

"Well...even in plus sizes, we had to let the bust out a bit."

"Oh,"

"But, for the best usability, we will have it custom fitted."

"Yeah..."  Shinji scowled at the ground.  "I remember when Misato 'custom fit' my plugsuit."

Ritsuko laughed slightly.  "Yeah, she told us all about that."

Shinji blushed deeply.  "She promised she'd never tell!"

"Haven't you learned anything about that girl?"  She shook her head, chuckling.  "Once we get that done, we'll be bolting you back into a plug, and getting the tests started."  She looked down at her clipboard.  "If your other half had shown up for the harmonics test two hours ago, as she was supposed to, we could have had a solution as early as nine tonight."

"I'll be sure to remind her," he answered as he started to strip.

"Oh, getting a bit bolder?"

He glanced up.  "I want this fixed.  Do you seriously think we could fix it in two hours, if you get readings on Misato?"

"Not really, no.  That's a best-possible scenario, requiring just the number-crunching time on the MAGI."

Shinji slipped the panties off and lifted the plugsuit.  "Purple and black?"

"Hey, you have no right to criticize color coordination.  That skirt with that shirt?"

"I recall a swimsuit and a lab coat, not too long ago..."

"And I recall a nervous little boy staring hard enough to go blind.  Now come on, slip it on."

Shinji obliged and pulled the suit on.  He found it not much different than the plugsuit he was so used to.  He reminded himself to pull his extra hair out of the suit and adjusted the control on the left wrist.

Shinji shuddered as the suit shrunk against his new skin.   "I don't know how Rei and Asuka can handle that... it's like ten hands groping you at once."

"Better not tell Misato that, or she'd want to keep that plugsuit for later."

"Probably.  Final fitting?"

"Not me."  Ritsuko turned to her consoles.  "I need to set up the simulation module.  I'll page whoever's got the evening watch.  They'll fit you, and get you installed in the plug."

"So, I just wait here then?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I won't let whoever know about your... delicate situation.  I'll just say it's an extension of last night's test."

Ritsuko picked up her clipboard and left the room, leaving Shinji feeling rather foolish.  Wearing his guardian's body, which was wearing only a plugsuit...He glanced over at the viewport, catching his reflection in the glass.  The suit hugged every curve, leaving little to the imagination.  He hoped that Maya had the evening watch.

He couldn't help himself, however, as he turned to the left, and to the right, observing the details of the plugsuit, and of Misato's body.  "Interesting..."

"Hey, Captain Katsuragi!"  It was Aoba, one of the technicians that worked on EVA's control sysems.  Shinji glanced over, and raised an eyebrow.

"You'll be handling my fitting?"

"Well, yeah.  Don't worry, I'm qualified.  Now is any part of the plugsuit giving you any discomfort?" Aoba asked.

"Well, it's really tight across the bust, and it feels like it's lifting them up a bit."

"It's supposed to.  It's to avoid compression bruising."  Aoba paused, then said, "I better check to make sure they're properly supported."

"Well good, because they're still jiggling like crazy."  Shinji ground his teeth, and tolerated the fitting check. 

"Okay, feels good," said Aoba.  "How is it fitting at the crotch?"

"A bit loose, honestly."

"Really?  That's not right."  Aoba groped lower, and said, "Well, it's less critical, but let's see if we can get it adjusted..."

***

"Next time, send someone who's not a pervert to do the fitting," growled Shinji.  "He spent five minutes trying to get the butt fitted 'just perfectly'.  And he was walking funny when he left the room..."

"Didn't you know?"  Ritsuko giggled.  "That poor boy has had the hots for that body since he signed up."

Shinji turned slightly pale.  "Y.. you mean, when he left for the bathroom, he...?"

"Went to whip the weasel?  Yep."

"That's a mental image I could have lived without," said Shinji with a shudder.

"You're only looking at it from your point of view.  If you had a chance to give, say, Asuka, a full body massage, with no reason for her to retaliate afterwards...what would you do as soon as you had some free time?"

Shinji pondered.  "Hey, I would be able to do that now, wouldn't I?"

"No, you wouldn't be able to."  Ritsuko chuckled.  "Right now, Misato's got her hands on your dick."

"Yeah, but I can put these hands on Asuka and she wouldn't even flinch, right?"

"So you are capable of deviant thoughts."

"You two have been a bad influence on me."

"Which two?"  Ritsuko looked up.

"You, and Misato's body."

"If you want, I could 'prescribe' a thing or two to help the night go by..." Ritsuko offered as she opened the entry tube.

"Nah, I'll be okay.  I found some of Misato's previous prescriptions."  Shinji climbed out of the tube.  "You know, Doc, you've been treating me a lot more like an adult the last few hours."

"Well, you're acting like an adult.  Contrary even to that body's previous owner.  You might make a better grown up than she did."

"I think I did when I still had my old body."

"Yeah, but now the outside age matches the inside age," Ritsuko tossed Shinji a towel.  

"I wouldn't go that far.  I mean, I'm still uncomfortable about this whole thing."

"Oh? Who would you rather be?"

Shinji considered the various possibilities available.  "Well, since my choices seem to be people who've ever worn A20 clips...Except for myself, they're all female."

"Well, yes.  Don't tell me, as a teenage boy, the thought never crossed your mind."

"...If I tell you, you won't blab, right?"

"Of course not!"

"... Asuka." 

Ritsuko had a sudden giddy image of Asuka playing with her breasts through her plugsuit, a giddy expression on her face.  "Interesting choice.  Why?" 

"Well, she's got a great butt."

"Oh come on, so does Misato,"

"This thing?" Shinji turned around and pointed.  "Actually, it's a bit too skinny for my tastes, which is strange because Misato ate nothing but junk food, which I heard all goes straight here."  He hefted his breasts next.  "And these things...Is she Elsie the cow?"

"Hey, I thought you were a breast fan."

Shinji made a point of leering at Ritsuko's torso.  "So I am."

"Hey, you have your own pair!"

"Yeah, but I can only see the tops of them."

"Get a mirror."

Shinji smacked his head.  "Gotta remember that for later."

"If you want, I can giive you an anatomy book so you can know what everything's called down there"

"I don't care what they're called.  I'm more concerned with how they look...and feel."

"And taste?"

"I'm not a contortionist!"

"That's not what Kaji told me!"

Shinji blushed deeply.  "Thanks for killing the mood."

Misato stood before the redhead in the bathroom. She had stripped down to boxers, and Asuka had dropped her school uniform in her room before entering the bathroom. The fire in Asuka’s eyes burned brightly with determination, anger, and pride. Misato slapped the egg timer on the sink. "Alright, I’m going to start the two minutes at the first touch."

"Big words, little girl."

"Who’s ’little?’"

Misato pointed at Asuka’s breasts, still contained in her brassiere. "Little."

"These kept you frustrated for many nights and you know it!"

"Prove it. I’ve seen better."

Asuka scowled and hastily unlatched her bra before kneeling down.

Misato grinned. "Not only are Misato’s bigger, but she puts ’em on display."

"Slut..." Asuka muttered as she pulled Shinji’s boxers down.

"Careful!" Misato yelped. "If you rip it off, you lose!"

"I know what I’m doing!" she shouted back as she took the flesh in her hand. It was slowly rising, but nowhere near at the rate the redhead expected.

The sound of the egg timer starting filled the bathroom. "That counts as the first touch."

"Fair enough." She stroked it gently a few times. "Mein Gott! Even with a vision of beauty like this kneeling before you, you can’t get it up?"

"Well, you’re hardly doing anything exciting."

"Oh?" Asuka smiled nastily, then popped the tip into her mouth.

"Ack! Watch the teeth! Christ, does every beginner make that mistake?"

Asuka glared up at her partner, but obliged and minded her teeth. Her motion, however was too fast, even more mechanical than Rei. Misato carefully restrained the impulse to offer advice; she wanted to humiliate Asuka tonight.

She looked down at the bobbing redhead and noted the girl did try a few tricks, probably overheard from fellow active students in class. She was fondling Misato’s balls, using her tongue, but Asuka’s performance was definitely lacking.

Lacking or not, however, it was impossible for Misato to not enjoy the feel of a mouth wrapped around her cock. And certainly, Asuka was giving it her all.

Misato glanced at the egg timer and noted time was almost up. She grinned and switched the egg timer alarm off. Asuka continued her attempt as the time counted down towards the deadline. Soon, the timer passed ’0’, and the dial stopped moving.

Mere enthusiasm somewhat compensated for technique, and Misato leaned back to enjoy the performance. Asuka had shifted her rhythm, and was attempting to take as much as possible into her mouth. After nearly choking, she eased off a bit, and started using her hand in sync with the movement of her head. Misato felt a now-familiar tightening in her loins, and grinned. The longer she held back now, the larger the mouthful the redhead would have to choke back...

She was certain that Asuka could feel the organ in her mouth stiffen; the girl’s premature victory grin around her mouthful gave it away. She kicked up the speed again.

After what seemed an eternity, Misato grinned even wider and knew it was time. She reached down and caressed the back of Asuka’s head, her hand firmly in place. She wanted to make sure the redhead would get to enjoy every drop.

The pressure in her groin grew, then burst. A groan of release escaped her, and she felt the liquid heat burst from her, filling Asuka’s mouth. Asuka’s eyes widened, and she jerked back, but Misato’s hand guaranteed a mouthful.

To her credit, she gulped it down, then leaned back in to catch the second wave. This time, she took almost all of Misato’s length, and Misato’s final shots were straight into her throat.

Asuka swallowed the last mouthful, then glanced over to the egg timer. Her eyes widened with horror. "It stopped! I didn’t even hear the bell ring!"

"Actually, it stopped quite some time ago."

"Why didn’t you say something?"

Misato shrugged. "Well, you were kinda busy. I didn’t want to disturb you."

Asuka swallowed again, then scowled. "You can be a real bastard sometimes." She whirled, and reached for the door.

"Hold on."

Asuka turned back, still scowling.

"You forget something, Asuka?" Misato grinned. "This is a two part challenge."

Asuka sighed and settled back onto the tile floor. "Okay, I may have lost, but you haven’t won yet!" she challenged as she pulled her panties off.

Misato caught Asuka’s grin at this. ’Silly girl probably thinks I’ll try to bang her like an amateur. If she was facing the real Shinji, she would have won long ago, but the highschool rumor mill hasn’t prepared her for me.’

Misato kneeled down before Asuka and softly pushed the redhead’s thighs apart, noting the girl’s resistance. "Hey look, I trusted my dick in your mouth. The least you can do is trust me with your box."

"Well, you’ve got one minor time limit...if Misato comes home before you’re done, you’ll have to default."

Misato grinned. "Asuka...I doubt you’ll last more than ten minutes."

"Stop smiling, you probably have no idea what’s down--" Asuka gasped, as Misato ran a finger down her mound, through her sparse pubic hair. When she recovered her voice, she protested, "That was just unexpected!"

"Do you play with yourself at all?" Misato deliberately made her voice light and converational.

"That’s none of your--" She gasped again. This time, Misato had run her finger along the redhead’s cleft, drifting across the top of her clitoral hood before breaking contact with flesh.

"Was that unexpected too?" Misato grinned. "Next time I’ll tell you when I’m doing it, how’s that?"

"You won’t catch me unprepared again. It’s just sensitive down there, that’s all."

"Just down there?" Misato shook her head. "You’ve got no idea, do you? The whole damn body is one big playground. For example. The spine."

She reached around the redhead’s back, and stroked up the small of her back, from where her ass met the floor to the end of the curve.

"Aahh!" Asuka gasped, her back arching at the contact. "You won’t win."

"You sure about that?" She grinned. "The neck."

This time, her fingers traced the line of her throat. Asuka seemed even more sensitive to such touches than Rei; her head lifted of its own accord, and Misato could feel her trembling under the light touch.

"S...stop!" Asuka protested.

"UOh, no. Until Misato gets back, your ass is mine, remember? Speaking of which." Her other hand reached down to caress Asuka’s bottom, just above the floor. "And on from there to the leg." She traced the outside of the thigh, down to the knee."

Asuka hunched back on the floor, her voice became uneasy, tortured. "How do you know these things?"

"Isn’t it amazing, the information you can find on the Internet? Oh, I’m still on the leg, aren’t I?" She traced a line with one finger, under the kneecap, then started up the inside of the thigh. Asuka tensed under her hand, then almost sobbed when she veered off at the last moment, tracing the curve of the inner thigh around her center.

In frustration, Asuka’s own hand reached down between her legs, only to be caught at the wrist. "No, this is my show." Misato stated. "No help from the audience please."

She looked down at the redhead’s hand, turned it upwards, and gently kissed the palm. Asuka whimpered, then cried out as Misato gently nipped the ball of the thumb with her teeth.

Misato looked up, feigned apology on her face. "Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to warn you."

She saw Asuka look up, eyes hazed over. "What?" She whispered.

Asuka shook her head. Misato pouted. "Not yet? All right. The breast."

"No, I--" Asuka’s other arm gave way, as Misato caressed her breast, and she dropped prone on the floor.

"No? Oh, you wanted me to bite you again?" Misato leaned over the redhead, and seized a nipple gently in her teeth.

"Please, Shinji!" Asuka begged, crying, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Please! Touch me down there!"

"If I do, I’ll win. You know that, right?"

"I don’t care! Do it!"

Misato smiled mockingly. "Your wish is my command."

She reached down, and gently caressed the girl’s mound, one finger pressing in lightly on her cleft. Asuka’s juices flowed freely under the pressure, flooding the room with the aroma of her arousal.

"Mm, smells nice," Misato complimented as she pressed her fingers deeper. Asuka hunched again against the floor, her back arching against the cold tile.

Misato slid one finger into her opening, but quickly encountered her barrier; the girl was still closed. She considered, then decided against taking that from her just yet. Instead, she slid her thumb down, until the tip made contact with Asuka’s clit.

The redhead trembled again, her voice let out another groan of pleasure. "More!" she nearly screamed.

"M’Gott!" Asuka shuddered under the contact. Misato gently pulled her folds open, allowing her juices to drip down onto the tile floor, then licked again, her tongue this time probing into her depths. Asuka’s whole body shuddered against Misato’s face.

She shifted her thumbs, pushing Asuka’s clitoral hood up and exposing the bud to the open air. She lashed it with her tongue, and Asuka shuddered again.

She leaned into the action, increasing the pressure. Asuka’s hips bucked violently, and she grabbed Misato’s head, her fingers wrapping themselves in her hair and pulling her in tighter. She screamed, deafening in the enclosed space of the bathroom, and shuddered again, before releasing Misato.

She’d felt a bit cheated with Rei; she didn’t let up the pressure. The girl shuddered again, less deeply but no less completely, and cried out a second time.

And then collapsed, drawing in sobbing gasps of air, her entire body seeming to have lost every bone. Misato leaned back, and wiped juice from her face.

"Well. The score seems to be Shinji two, Asuka zero."

Asuka could barely sit up. "I’ll.. get you for this," She said weakly.

"You’re right. You will. Because I still haven’t decided what I want for my prize."

Asuka could only answer with a groan, and lay back onto the tile.

Misato laughed. "But for the moment. We’re both tired, sweaty, and sticky." She turned, and gathered up the bath things. "Just lie there. I’ll get a bucket of warm water."

"You..." Asuka shook her head weakly. "I don’t think--"

"In the first place, after what we just did, sharing a bath doesn’t add up to much. In the second, I don’t think there’s a whole lot you can do about it."

"Fine, but you better not let ANYONE know about this." Asuka threatened.

"Well, that depends on what my prize will be, now won’t it?"

A horrified expression crossed Asuka’s face, and Misato chuckled. "Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do anything that mean."

***

The freeway stretched ahead of the car, and Shinji leaned back and enjoyed the drumming power of the flywheel. He had charged up the capacitors before leaving NERV, and his instruments showed he had barely tapped that power.

He was taking the scenic route, revelling in the car’s speed and handling. This was a no-limits road for vehicles with a NERV plate, and he was taking shameless advantage of the fact.

He couldn’t help but smile. The freedom of the highways at night, and Misato’s overblown toy, both for him to enjoy.

But high speeds make for short trips, even for a roundabout route. He sighed in disappointment as his exit was signalled, and he let up on the accelerator, allowing the car to slow to merging speeds. Practise with the vehicle was honing his skills; he nailed the exit ramp at precisely the posted speed, dead center in his lane.

Just his luck, however, he hit a red light. Curious, he glanced down at his adult form again, noting the clear outline of erect nipples against his white shirt. ’I bet that’s why Misato got this car..’ he thought.

The deep-throated roar of a conventional gasoline engine caught his attention, and he glanced out the window at a shiny red convertible sports car, pulling level with Misato’s car. The idiot in the other car was grinning like a fool at Shinji.

He looked at the sports car, but couldn’t for the life of him place it’s model or year. ’I wish Kensuke was here, he’d most likely know,’ . The idiot revved the engine again.

"Sweet ride, huh?" he shouts.

Shinji grinned. "Too much noise, not enough speed." He artlessly waved one finger down the road, a gesture known to every driver and every male on the planet.

The driver cocked an eyebrow. "What do I get when I win?"

"I’ll admit that your car doesn’t suck!" Truth be told, Shinji was certain he knew what the other driver wanted...but he tried hard not to think about it.

he driver glared. "And a date," he added.

"Not a chance," Shinji narrowed his eyes and gripped the steering wheel, his focus on the traffic light.

The light turned green.

Shinji stomped the accelerator to the floor, and the little blue car bolted forward like a startled deer. The red car spun its wheels, throwing up smoke and grit until they found purchase. It certainly had power to burn, but its greater mass put it at a disadvantage to Misato’s tiny car and its continuously-variable transmission. But the power was proving its worth, as the car started to gain on him.

Shinji kept his foot glued to the accelerator, the red car looming in the rearview when finally he passed the set of white crosswalk lines and eased off.

The car drew level again, and the two cruised parallel until the next red. The driver in the red car shook his head, grinning. "Not bad, little lady."

"Your car still sucks."

He laughed. "Yours has the get-up, mine has the go. On a long run, you’d lose, and you know it."

"Not many long runs around here, now are there?"

"We’ll have to meet on the freeway some time. Buy you a drink?"

Shinji had a sudden flash of inspiration. He pulled out Misato’s NERV ID, and grinned. "My other vehicle is a forty-meter-tall robot!"

The guy’s eyes went wide in a stupor, not even realizing the light has changed. Shinji pressed the accelerator and cruised on past. He was still chuckling at the incident by the time he pulled in at home. He climbed out of the car, making sure to lock the doors, and headed upstairs.

Misato’s card unlocked the front door, and he walked into the hallway. "I’m home!"

There was a loud splashing in the bathroom, and he heard Asuka’s voice squeaking, "Misato!"

"No...I was getting kinda drowsy, but I haven’t passed out yet." Asuka’s voice came from the furo room. Shinji glanced around the outer bath, noticed her clothing in the hamper.

The toilet flushed, and Misato walked out of the toilet stall, shutting the door behind her. Shinji frowned at her, and hissed, "Don’t rub it raw!"

"I haven’t yet, alright?" Misato countered, then yawned. "I’m going to bed."

Shinji glanced at his old body’s retreating back and then back towards the furo door. "I’m going to join you, Asuka," he announced.

"Uh...sure." He heard her voice drop, and mutter, "Stupid Japanese bathing together...no modesty..."

He couldn’t help but grin a bit wider as he started to strip. He half expected Misato to come charging back in, with strong words about not taking advantage of Asuka. But it was a reflex; he dismissed the thought. More likely, she’d be cheering him on.

Now stripped, Shinji quickly gave his form a once over in the mirror and nodded in appreciation. He slid the door open.

Asuka was doing her best to cover her nude form, while at the same time trying to be discreet about doing so. The overall effect was rather comical.

"What? We’re all girls here," he teased, closing the door behind him. "Now come on, move over."

Asuka sighed, and shifted to make room for him. He settled down beside her, and immediately felt better. "Bathing is like life washing!"

"How did the tests go?"

"Well, I certainly hope Ritsuko found what she was looking for!" No lie there. "Did you and Shinji behave yourselves?"

Asuka blushed quite a bit, a combination of embarassment, her skin pigment, and the hot water. "Yes."

"That’s good! You two should try to get along better." Enlightened self interest. "He’s not at all a bad guy, you know."

"I know..." Asuka muttered.

Shinji raised an eyebrow at this. Asuka seemed different, as if she was cowed, or at the very least tamed.

Then the old Asuka returned, with a vengeance. She glared up at Shinji, with such anger in her eyes that he was afraid she might have figured out who he was.

"I heard you and him talking earlier, you know."

Oh, hell.

"It’s disgusting, an older woman like you and him..."

Oh. Thank God, she’d misinterpreted everything that she’d heard. Still, he’d have to put some spin control on this.

"You just worried he’ll leave you for me?" He dialled for Misato’s best teasing tone.

"No... I mean how pathetic is that? Can’t find anyone your own age range?"

"Well, yes, probably about three per night." He stretched. "With all this, what man could say no?" He laughed as her face purpled. "But don’t worry. All that has ever happened between me and Shinji is some good-natured teasing."

"You really are shameless..."

"If you have shame, you will have regret. I’d rather have neither."

"Besides, I would have thought Japanese boys would rather prefer my supple form," Asuka stated confidently. "No offense, but you are hardly ’petite’..."

Misato may or may not have been offended by that. Shinji didn’t really care either way. But he grinned, and said, "That’s the spirit. You’ll snare that boy yet!"

According to the script, this should have brought vehement denial from Asuka. Instead, it brought...a blush?

Asuka slowly stood up. "I’m going to lay down." she announced.

"Okay, fine. But you’re washing your own sheets! Oh, nice ass!"

His German was not good enough to translate the string of invective she threw back at him, but he doubted it was complimentary.

Shinji settled back, alone in the furo. All things considered, he felt happy.

***

Misato settled back onto Shinji’s futon, eyes up at the ceiling, a grin on her lips. "Now that’s what I would call an educational day." She made sure to note that while sex as a teenage boy lacked the overall sensory wham she’s used to, it was still damn fun, especially with willing partners. ’Shinji seems to have warmed up on the situation as well. About time, can’t have him be my wet blanket.’ she thought.

She glanced over to his nightstand, and grimaced. What she wanted was a cigarette. She only smoked after sex, and she’d gotten her rocks off entirely too many times today without the proper cool-down.

She wondered if she should stay up, just to make sure Shinji behaves tonight. Then she remembered something she heard back in college. Her grin growing wider, she exited Shinji’s bedroom and entered the kitchen. A quick inspection of the fridge and Misato found what she was looking for. "I wonder if this is true," she questioned before taking the pineapple to the table.

Shinji wandered out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him. She raised an eyebrow. "Why bother?"

"Gotta keep up the act, right?" He lowered his voice. "Asuka thinks we’ve been..."

"Ah, I see. Wanna have a go at it?"

"What?! No no... no. No."

"Hey, the hardest rejection is always when you reject yourself."

"Look, Misato, the last thing I want--"

"’Shinji.’ If we gotta keep the act up, it had better stay up twenty-four-seven, even if we’re certain it’s only us."

"Okay. Shinji. The last thing I want to do is to cause you any more problems than this situation already has."

"That could go for you as well. You took a while to get back home, even accounting for every strange test Ritsuko has in store."

"That doesn’t count. I was ’in character.’" He added in a mumble, "Besides, I finally figured out why you like that car."

"Ahhh...hopefully you got off the freeway before needing a change in underpants. I’d have to get my seats reconditioned."

He grinned. "I was wearing a heavy skirt, remember?"

She snickered at that, then said in a more serious tone, "You’ve adjusted a bit better, I can tell. But I want you to consider something: You have a profound advantage right now."

"Aside from age and height?"

"Yes, even so." She leaned forward. "Right now, you have a mostly-functional female body. Eventually, you’re gonna become sexually active. When you’re a guy again, that is. Wouldn’t it be better to know that body...intimately?"

He leaned back, a mixed look on his face. "With you, everything’s about sex, isn’t it? And what’s with everyone telling me to do it?"

"Everyone?" She frowned. "There’s something you haven’t filled me in on, isn’t there? Usually, people are telling me I do it too much."

"Just Ritsuko." he clarified. "Besides, I have...just a little bit this morning."

"Thought I smelled something." She grinned. "Just remember, if it takes you less than a half an hour, you’re doing it wrong."

"Wait, less?"

"Of course!" She nodded. "I understand for you males it’s point and shoot, but for women...it takes a while to reach full power."

Shinji’s eyes boggled at that. "You mean, that wasn’t full power?"

"Probably not. I can’t speak for most women, but with that body, you’ll hit a couple of peaks on the way to the top."

"A *couple* of peaks?"

"They last longer, too." Misato popped a chunk of pineapple into her mouth, and chewed.

"I’m not sure I’m ready for that..." Shinji confessed.

Misato swallowed, then said, "Experiment. Take some time to play. We’ll be at school tomorrow morning, so you’ll have that much time." She slapped his arm playfully. "And don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna be pissed off with you about it! It’s my body that’ll be enjoying the workout!"

"Oh great, now I know how you keep in shape."

"Gotta get my exercise somehow!"

Misato picked up the plate of pineapple. "I’m going on to bed. Want me to wake you tomorrow morning?"

Shinji turned towards his new bedroom door. "Nah, I think I’ll be up pretty late. Oh, and there’s a pair of earplugs in the second drawer of my dresser."

"Why do you keep earplugs in your dresser?"

"For when *you* practise."

Shinji staggered out of the bedroom. It seemed that without a beer, this body refused to awaken.

Asuka glanced up as he entered the kitchen. "I’m not surprised you’re walking funny. You kept me up half the bloody night."

"You outta try it, it might improve your mood," Shinji shot back. He opened the fridge and retrieved a beer.

"Hah! I’ve found something better!" She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Shinji stood up, and stared at her. "You didn’t..."

Asuka smacked her head on the table.

"You found my Sybian?"

"A.. what?!" Asuka shouted.

"A Sybian." Misato looked remarkably chipper, probably due to the absence of toxins in her new body. "Also known as a riding pony. A mechanical device, with a fake penis. The whole damn thing vibrates, and you ride it like a man. I didn’t know you were into that sorta thing, Asuka."

She glanced over at Shinji. "You, on the other hand...makes sense."

"Well, you know me, if it moves..."

Misato flashed him a fishy glance, then sat down. "Coffee ready?"

"How should I know? I just got here."

"Don’t look at me, I can’t stand the stuff," Asuka shouted, two sets of eyes on her.

Misato glanced back to Shinji. "Well, in that case, I’ll just have what you’re having."

"You can’t have any." Shinji grinned. "You’re too young."

"Just a sip..." she begged.

Mockingly, Shinji rasied an arm up high, the beer can dangling towards the ceiling. "Maybe, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you have one with dinner."

"Fine. I’m going to get ready for school." Misato quickly retreated into the bathroom.

"I already hid the beer that was stashed in the toilet tank!"

A groan echoed through the apartment. "You can’t let me have any fun can you?!"

"I’m an adult, it’s my job."

Asuka looked between the two of them. "This is kinda freaky...it’s like you two switched mind yesterday or something."

Misato stuck her head back out the bathroom door. "Let’s just say that when I woke up yesterday...things were different." She grinned, and ducked back into the bathroom.

hinji turned towards the redhead and grinned. "Oh come on, that’s impossible, Asuka. Besides, would Shinji ever do this?" he added, grabbing the redhead’s breasts from behind.

"If he thought I wouldn’t crush his skull for it, yes," growled Asuka. "You, on the other hand, have exactly three more seconds to stop."

Shinji savored the feel in his hands, but released. "What’s the matter? Don’t want to compare?"

"There’s no comparison." Asuka smirked. "Cute and perky beats saggy implants every day."

"Saggy? And I’ll let you know these are 100% natural."

"Sand is natural." Asuka grinned, and grabbed her bookbag. "Come on, slowpoke! We’re gonna be late!"

"Sand’s better than mosquito bites."

A particularly evil glint filled Asuka’s eyes. "It proves that there’s at least one of us that begs to be bitten!"

"Really? Maybe I should give Kaji a call..." an empty threat, but the look in the redhead’s eyes were priceless.

"Now that’s not fair!" Asuka glanced around, noted Misato leaving the bathroom. She grabbed his arm. "You do that, and I’ll take your favourite toy away from you!"

Misato blinked. "Uh, Asuka..."

"That doesn’t look like my Sybian."

"Oh, that’s right. All your toys need batteries!"

Shinji chuckled. "All right. You win. But go to school, you don’t want to be late." He leaned back in his chair and waved them off.

He watched the two teenagers leave the apartment and let out a long sigh. "Oh man... last night was intense. I wonder if all women have this much stamina..."

***

"What was all that about?" Misato asked the redhead.

"Oh, she was comparing breasts..." Asuka giggled. "She lost."

"Really? She may in a few years, but right now she does have the lead..."

"Oh, I see, so you like ’em huge, huh? Just like a boy. I’ll have you know that size isn’t everything."

Asuka’s eyes softened, she looked Misato in the eyes. "How much of last night was real?"

She was taken aback by the question, and mentally kicked herself. ’Christ, now I feel like a heel...taking advantage of this poor girl’s emotional state...Better do this right.’

"Asuka...I do like you a lot. And...I wanted to make you feel good. Not just physically, but I wanted to give you a reason to be happier." She kicked herself again; the look on the redhead’s face didn’t look very happy. "I..."

Was this how Shinji felt? The look on the girl’s face was very vulnerable, and she didn’t really know how to respond. Finally, she just let her Misato-type instincts take over. She stepped up to the girl and kissed her.

Asuka almost instantly pushed back, but Misato’s many years of tongue wrestling insured that the girl near instantly melted into her hands. Finally, she released the girl, and stepped back. Asuka’s eyes were slightly glazed, and she shook her head as though to clear it.

Misato grinned. "Almost all of it was real. I had to goad you to make it happen...but I hope you’re not angry with me over that."

Asuka remained silent, but she didn’t cry.

"Here’s the important question: How do *you* fell about it, Asuka?"

"At first, humiliated.. embarrassed... but I want more and I’m not sure how to ask."

"All you have to do is ask. Just make sure we’re in a good place for it." Misato answered, hand reaching towards the elevator’s control panel.

"Like an elevator?"

She glanced back at the redhead. "My, aren’t we daring?"

Instead of the ground floor button, she tapped the door close, and then the hold button.

"Now just lean back and let me do what I’m good at. Mind lifting your skirt?"

***

The phone rang. Shinji muttered a curse, hopped up from the chair, and grabbed the phone. "Katsuragi." He tried to put the same venom into his voice that Misato used when phoned early in the morning.

"You’re just as grumpy as she is" Ritsuko chirped on the other side. "Can you come in at 10? We may have a few more tests."

"Doctor Akagi, this is an unsecured line. Please refrain from idle speculations and wild accusations." Shinji rolled his eyes. "And confirm, ten hundred for resumed evaluations."

"See you then" the good doctor stated, followed by the sound of the line being disconnected from the other side.

"Good Lord." Shinji hung up the phone, and sighed. "The way that woman flaps her gums, the whole damn base is going to know."

He slowly stood again. "I better get washed up. Should have plenty of time to get squeaky clean..." He grinned. "And there are times it does squeak."

***

"Why are you doing that?" Asuka asked her companion. Her cheeks were still flushed, either from embarrassment or stimulation.

"Hair in my teeth," Shinji muttered, picking at them with a fingernail.

"Should I shave?" Asuka grinned. "I hear boys like that."

"Probably shouldn’t, it would affect the texture and density."

"Meaning...?"

Shinji sighed, and glanced around. When he was certain that nobody was in earshot, he quietly said, "Shaved pubic hair grows out straighter, darker and heavier. Yours is very nice - soft, sparse and very sexy. Don’t wreck something that nice."

"Internet?"

He shrugged, and grinned. Infuriatingly.

"Does Rei shave?"

"She probably would when she starts growing--" Shinji stopped dead in his tracks, and winced.

Asuka turned to face him. "I almost forgot," she growled. "You and *Rei?*"

"She offered. Besides, is it so wrong to be friendly with two lovely girls?"

"Not for a playboy. Were you just playing with us, then?" Her anger was growing by leaps and bounds.

"Really, you shouldn’t think so old fashioned. Can’t I care about you both?"

She stepped back, and looked down. "So you do care about her, then..."

"You should too," Shinji then stopped and rubbed his chin. "That gives me an idea... you stll owe me something, right?"

Asuka sighed. "Yeah."

"You and Rei."

"Me and--" Asuka’s eyes widened. "Are you stupid, or what? I’m not--" She glanced around nervously, then quieted from bellow to whisper. "I’m not gay!"

"Give it a chance. And don’t worry, I’ll be right there."

"I’m sure you would be," muttered Asuka. "Pervert’s fantasy, two fourteen-year-old lesbians, right?"

"Carrot and stick?" She glowered at him. "You better make sure of one thing, Ikari."

"What’s that?"

She grabbed his shirt collar, and dragged him in, almost nose to nose. "I better get more playtime than Wonder Girl."

He grinned. "The squeaky wheel gets the grease, right? Just make sure you ask more often."

Asuka’s cheeks burned. "Fine."

"Good morning!" Horaki’s voice was not the most welcome at the moment; Asuka dropped Shinji and stepped back.

"Guten Morgen, Hikari!"

"Fighting again?"

"Nah, just finished," Shinji answered, brushing his collar off. "So what are your plans tonight?"

"Not a lot." Hikari shrugged. "I was gonna go visit a friend, but her parents decided to move, and they’re spending all day packing."

"Oh, well, we should make plans some time..."

Asuka swatted Shinji in the chest. "I’m right here!"

"I’m not leaving you out of this, Asuka! In fact, I think we should invite Rei, too."

Asuka’s cheeks flushed.

"Hey, Hikari...do you know how to play Poker?"

Asuka’s eyes widened. ’Oh, no...he’s not thinking of--’

"That’s all right. I haven’t played an awful lot, and I know Rei doesn’t know how to play. It’ll just be for fun, not a big stakes game...Maybe a thousand yen, max, on the table." He glanced over at Asuka. "You know the rules?"

"Yes." Her voice was frosty. "I know all the rules of Poker, and some of the variants."

"How’s Sunday night sound?"

"Sunday? I suppose. That gives me tonight to get my homework done." She tilted her head. "Just us three girls, and you? Are you sure this isn’t a plot of some kind?"

"Would Shinji try that?" Asuka thought to herself that he’d better bloody not try that.

Hikari looked at the two for a second. "Alright, I’ll be there."

"Why not tonight, Shinji?"

Shinji glanced over at Asuka. "Did you forget? We’re going over to Rei’s after school to help her out."

"T...tonight?"

"Yes, tonight. Or are you selfish?"

"Selfish!" Asuka scowled.

"Remember, you did promise me you’d be nice to Rei."

"All right!" She sighed, and resigned herself to the inevitable. "But remember, you promised you’d make it up to me! With interest!"

Hikari glanced between the two of them, clearly confused.

***

"Bokura ha kitto matteru," Shinji sang, still scrubbing. "Kimi to mata aeru hibi wo..."

It was the only song he could remember the lyrics to, though he felt a bit silly singing it in the shower. He couldn’t help his jolly mood however. After the most intense night of pleasure he could remember, he had a grin permanently painted on his face. Plus, he must admit, Misato had a great singing voice, which was only the topping to a great overall package.

He glanced down at himself again, the sight of his chest was becoming familiar, welcome. "Should I tell Ritsuko not to rush?"

He shook his head. Being in this body was starting to affect the way he thought. He grinned; better to set a good example for Misato to live up to!

Besides, he felt like asking Ritsuko if he could poke and prod her for a while.

He shut the water off and reached for a towel. Another devious thought entered his mind and he shook his chest. And discovered that, while the motion was delightfully pleasant to watch, the feeling in his chest was definitely less so.

"Ouch. Maybe Asuka has a point." He considered. "Actually, she’s got two."

Shinji’s hands lingered as he massaged the pain away. "Come on, I shouldn’t start anything I can’t finish..."

His hands weren’t listening to his brain right now. One finger flicked a nipple, and it popped out in stark relief.

"Damn. One would’ve thought after that marathon, Misato’s body would be sated..." But marathon or no, not only was this body still responsive, but it cried out for more. His hands slid down his body, one cupping his mound in a now-familiar action.

Shinji grinned in the mirror. "Never say no to a lady..."

***

Ritsuko checked the phone again. Twelve times it rang with no answer. "Dammit, what is he doing?" She snorted. "Probably following my advice."

She hit redial again. Six rings and the receiver was finally picked up.

"Umm, hello..." Misato’s voice, definitely. The tone was nearly like her as well.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Would you care if I said yes?"

"Actually, I would. It’s 10:30."

"Uhh?" That sounded even more like Misato. "I’m really sorry, Ritsuko, I was busy, and lost track of time..."

"I bet. Just don’t hurt anything and get here by eleven. I expected some sort of delay, so I’m open until noon."

"Really sorry about this."

"You always are." Ritsuko snickered. "Some things never change."

"You’re lucky the batteries just died a minute ago, just to let you know."

"I didn’t need to know!" Ritsuko laughed. "Oh, did you remember to plug the car in yesterday?"

"Sure did! I think I love driving"

"You two are far more alike than I ever expected." Ritsuko chuckled. "Okay, drive safe, get here soon."

"On my way." Shinji hung up the phone. Ritsuko chuckled, and hung up as well.

Maya glanced over at Ritsuko. "You know, you two are getting along better even than usual, Chief. I don’t think you’ve laughed that much in the last year."

"Sometimes, you have to laugh at the situation,"

The phone rang again. Ritsuko raised her eyebrows, and picked it up. "Akagi."

"Ummm...I locked my keys in the car."

"Wonderful... I’ll send the locksmith. What are you wearing?"

"Um, what?"

"Right now. What are you wearing?"

"Just underwear...it just hit me that I locked the keys in the car."

"Put on something nice, preferably the black dress, and wait by the car. I’ll send the locksmith. Oh, and if you want a discount, just be nice to him."

"This is gonna make me late."

"Hmmm." Ritsuko’s eyes wandered the control room. "I’ll send Maya to pick you up. The locksmith will drop your keys in the mail slot." She clicked the phone off before Shinji could protest, then turned to Maya. "Hey. Go pick up Misato, will you? The ditz locked her keys in her car."

"Again?"

"I know, third time this month." Ritsuko chuckled.

"All right, I’ll be back in 40 minutes," she answered, getting up from her seat. She grabbed her uniform jacket, but Ritsuko raised a hand. "You don’t need that. It’s plenty warm enough."

Ritsuko watched the smaller woman walking out the door, and the corners of her mouth twitched upwards. She knew that Maya had a pretty bad crush on her...maybe this would help deflect a bit of that.

The last thing Ritsuko needed was a college girl chasing her. Of course, she wasn’t sure how Shinji would feel about getting her ’leftovers’...but she wasn’t really concerned about it, either.

***

Maya stopped her small black sedan next to the blue sports car. A locksmith was labouring on the door, while sneaking peeks down the front of Misato’s dress. She hadn’t done up the throat zipper, and was leaning over the back hatch of the car, giving a pretty good view of her assets.

Maya doubted it was accidental.

She honked the horn, and Misato looked up. Relief crossed the other woman’s face as she waved. Maya hit the unlock button her console.

"Thanks, you’re a lifesaver." Misato stepped into the car. Maya couldn’t help but note the way the dress rode up her thigh; it was slit almost to the hip, and the motion exposed a brief flash of black silk beneath.

She glanced away hurriedly. Such thoughts as ran through her head did not compliment a superior officer...

"I hope Ritsuko isn’t too mad at me?" Misato asked.

Maya giggled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "No. She had herself a good laugh at your expense, though."

"Oh, well, I guess I can cause that reaction. So, where is the seat adjustment on this chair? I have a lot of leg.."

"Oh, thanks," Misato answered as she bent down and felt for the lever. The motion caused the dress to fall open even further. Yep. Black silk, over a very shapely--

She looked forward, and wished she’d brought her jacket after all. The NERV uniform shirt was a thin synthetic, and her bra was more for tradition than any real need for support; neither were doing a good job of hiding the way her nipples had suddenly jumped to attention.

"Ah, there we go," Misato said with satisfaction as she pushed the chair back. "Leg room!" She leaned back, resting one elbow on the open window frame. "So how fast does this baby go?"

"Not sure... never really race or anything."

Misato grinned. "Girl, you have no idea what you’re missing. Fast cars are such a turn-on!"

"I’ll...take your word for it."

"Oh, come on! Live a little!" Misato grinned. "Tell ya what. Since we’re gonna be on the freeway anyway, why don’t you open it up?"

The last thing Maya needed right now was a turn-on.

"I’m not sure, this is my work car..."

"Oh, fine. Be a spoil-sport." She grinned. "Next time we have some free time, I’ll let you try out my little toy."

"Can you open up the windows a bit? Nothing is like the feeling of wind in your hair."

Maya glanced at her, then rolled down the driver’s side window. "Is pleasure the only thing that matters to you? I mean--" She remembered whom she was addressing. "I don’t mean to be rude, Ma’am..."

Misato waved it off. "Don’t worry. Technically, I’m still off duty. Besides, have you ever had REAL pleasure?"

Maya blushed; she could feel the heat radiating from her face. "I--Well, you know about Ibuki, back in college. And how badly that turned out."

The look of puzzlement that crossed Misato’s face seemed out of place, but then she sighed. "Guess I forgot about that. Sorry to stir up bad memories."

"Oh, don’t worry about it." She saw Misato lean her head out the window, her long dark hair waving in the wind. ’Guess she did’.

"I guess it does seem like I live for pleasure, doesn’t it?" Her voice seemed more serious, almost contemplative. "But we’re living in a city that comes under constant attack from powerful enemies." She glanced over again, and grinned fiercely. "I say wring every moment of pleasure out of every day!"

"I guess you’re right, Misato-san," Maya said. She saw her exit coming up. "Almost there."

"Good. I can’t wait to get these tests done."

"I don’t understand why Ritsuko wants all these tests." Maya glanced over at the older woman. "Does she honestly think she’s going to get you to be able to pilot EVA?"

"Not sure, honestly. But as long as she fixes it..."

"Fixes what?"

"Oh, nothing," the older woman dismissed.

Maya had the distinct feeling that she was being lied to, but she was out of road. She parked the car, and said, "Well, good luck with it, whatever it is."

***

Aida stared in disbelief. "You’re kidding me."

"Nope." Toji shook his head. "Heard it from Ichigo, who heard it from Daisuke, who heard it from Mari, who heard it from Asuka."

"That’s a long chain of information."

"Who cares?" Toji shrugged. "The meat and bones of the gossip was that Asuka caught Rei giving Shinji a blowjob."

"Lucky guy," Aida muttered. "Who do you think gives better head?"

"You mean between Asuka and Rei? No question; Asuka’d probably just bite it off."

"Yeah, ouch," Aida shuddered. "But still...Would you rather just have your pecker freeze-dried?" laughed Aida. He turned a bit more serious. "But if Shinji’s gettin’ it from Rei...why’s Asuka still so chummy with him?"

"Damn, lucky guy" Aida stated again. "How does he do it?"

Toji smirked. "Must be playin’ the pity card."

"I doubt he would get that much pity, especially if Asuka caught him..."

"Well, I sure as hell don’t know." Toji threw his hands up. "Why do you keep askin’ me? Why not ask him?"

Aida looked over at Shinji and sighed. "Alright, I’ll ask."

"Waitaminute," said Toji. "I was kiddin’! Ya don’t go stickin’ yer nose into people’s sex lives, right?"

"Hey, I wanna know."

"Jeez." Toji sighed. "You are such a lamer. All right, go ahead if ya really want ta, but I’m movin’ to minimum safe distance. Just in case Asuka hears ya."

Aida walked over to Shinji and sat down. He gave a quick glance in both directions, trying to see if anyone was near. Shinji seemed unnaturally cheerful. Aida chalked it up to the loads of sex he’d probably been getting. After all, Asuka *was* a redhead, and he could probably just tell Rei to do anything he wanted...

"So Shinji," Aida whispered, "how’d you do it?"

Shinji’s expression turned from cheerful to panicked. "How--how did you know?"

"Rumours..."

"Oh, great. And here I thought I was keeping it quiet. Way to go, Misato." He dropped his head into his hand.

"No way! Misato too?"

"Actually, not her, yet." For some reason, Shinji looked relieved. He glanced around, then leaned closer and said, "If you really feel the need to talk about this, let’s...move somewhere with fewer ears." He looked pointedly at Asuka, three seats away.

"History teacher ain’t here yet...we got time to talk." He grabbed Aida’s hand, and dragged him from the room.

Toji watched the two leaving, noted the expression on Shinji’s face. He grinned. Aida was such a wuss, even Shinji could smack him around easily enough.

***

Shinji closed the door behind them. "All right, won’t go past this door, right?"

"Of course," Aida answered.

"Good." He glanced around, almost nervously. "First, I want to make sure I know exactly what you’re talking about. You’re kind of vague when in a room full of people."

"Asuka and Rei."

"What about them?" His voice was almost teasing. "Come on, you’re a big boy. You can use big boy words."

"That you’re doing them."

"Rumours do get out of hand, don’t they?" Shinji chuckled.

"But is it true?"

"Do I look like the kind to admit something like that?"

Aida grinned. "Well, you haven’t denied it yet."

"If I say, it will leave this room, won’t it?"

"Not from me!" Aida raised a hand. "Word of honour."

Shinji looked as if he was deep in thought for a moment. "Alright, then, yes."

Aida’s eyes widened, and he grabbed his hair. "No way!" He lowered his voice. "I mean, Rei, I can understand, but Asuka? I mean, she’s rotten to the core, right?"

"Like anyone, you just need to know how to nudge," said Shinji.

"Well, what’s the secret?" Aida leaned closer. "I mean, Asuka might not be a nice person, but I bet she’s a fun ride. What do I gotta do?"

Shinji shrugged. "Asuka never backs down from a challenge."

"Shoulda figured that out on my own. And Rei?"

"Rei is actually very curious."

"So I could just ask, and point out that I’m not you?" He grinned. "How far have you gotten? I mean, I heard about you and Rei in the closet."

"As far as I’m willing to go," Shinji bragged.

"Wow. You must really have them under your thumb."

"Yeah, well, it’s easy once you know how. Does this excite you?"

"Too bloody right, it does." Aida hesitated, then asked, "If you got so much control over them...maybe you could...I dunno...lend one to me?"

"You sure you can handle either one? I mean, I doubt you have the experience,"

"Oh, and you did?"

"Way more than you’d ever expect." Shinji stepped closer. "On both sides of the track."

"...What do you mean?"

"Wish to find out?"

"Uh...Shinji, you’re kinda weirding me out here."

"Oh, come on...You can’t deny that you’re curious." He stepped closer still, and Aida stumbled back a step. "After all, it’s all flesh, right? Does it really matter what shape the flesh takes?"

"That is..." Aida muttered, tripping backwards, then scrambling for the door.

"Straight as an arrow, eh?" Shinji shook his head. "Pity...I could’ve doubled your chances of getting a date on Saturday nights."

Aida was too busy leaving the room to catch that, his face white as a sheet. He scrabbled out of the bathroom, tore down the hall at a dead run, right out of the school.

Toji blinked as Aida ran past the classroom door, and blinked. "Whoa. Shinji musta tried to kill him, or something."

"This bloody suit is too revealing," grumbled Shinji. "No wonder Asuka likes it so much."

Are you really complaining? I saw you staring at the mirror when slipping it on," Ritsuko teased.

"The problem is, I also saw Aoba staring at it while I was getting into the damn plug." Shinji shook his head. "That’s really creepy...I don’t want a guy lusting after me. Even if he’s really lusting after Misato."

"Why, aren’t you a hypocrite. You’ve been lusting at your reflection this whole time too,"

"That’s different."

"You’ve also spent no small amount of time staring at me. Especially when I have to wear the swimsuit." Ritsuko chuckled. "I’ve even caught you staring at Maya’s ass. And this was before the switch, as well as after."

"I’m still staring, aren’t I? At least this body hasn’t made me lust after guys."

"That’s because sexuality is ninety percent psychological."

"Oh, thank goodness for that."

"Yeah," chuckled Ritsuko. "Given that Misato’s track record is almost completely hetero...well, I don’t think you want to go there."

"No, but I wouldn’t mind going elsewhere."

"We’ve been over this, haven’t we?" Ritsuko tilted her head. "There some reason you haven’t started changing yet?"

"I like the natural feel?"

"The natural feel?" Ritsuko chuckled. "More likely, you’ve got nipples on, and don’t want to give it away." She stretched, teasingly. "Can’t say as I blame you, though."

"Alright, I do," Shinji answered as he depressed the button on the wrist. The suit loosened, and he undid the throat catch. "Not exactly ashamed to admit it for some reason."

"It’s just us girls here."

"Ah, want to slip that swimsuit on then?" Shinji offered as he pulled the plugsuit off.

Ritsuko grinned, and opened her lab coat. Beneath was the one-piece swimsuit, though with a pair of pants pulled on over top. "I’ve been wearing it for a while. I need to perform maintenance on EVA-01 when we’re done here, and it’s easier to do with the cage still flooded."

"I see. Now I know why it’s called a wetsuit."

Ritsuko raised her eyebrows. "You wish." She noticed Maya approaching, down the corridor, but held her tongue when she noted the girl stopping. Apparently, she believed that she hadn’t been noticed, as she moved to the shadows and continued to watch.

Ritsuko grinned. ’This could be fun...’

"Well, of course I wish," Shinji answered. He picked up his underwear off the bench.

"Oh?" She stepped over, laid a hand on his arm. "Do tell?"

"As you know, two girls is every guy’s fantasy--"

"Well, in that case," said Ritsuko, "it might be good for us to get some...practice...first. Is that what you’re saying?"

"I like practice."

"So I’ve noticed." Ritsuko playfully flicked one of Shinji’s nipples. "And I can tell that I’m having an effect on you."

"I think it’s a cumulative effect," Shinji admitted. May I?"

"Oh, by all means," purred Ritsuko. "You’ve got no idea how long I’ve lusted after this body."

"You and me both," he answered as he gently cupped Ritsuko’s chest through her swimsuit. His long night of lessons has given him quite a bit of knowledge, his fingers knew exactly what to do.

Ritsuko moaned gently at the feel of the hand on her breast. "Not bad at all..."

Ritsuko dropped the lab coat on the floor, then shucked off the pants. She then removed the swimsuit slowly, turning away from Shinji as the top cleared her breasts. She allowed it to slip from her body, one inch at a time, exposing her backside to the teen, then allowed it to fall clear of her legs. She turned back, slowly, allowing him to drink in every curve, until all was visible to him.

To her surprise, his eyes moved first to her face. Then, they slid downward, taking in her full breasts, each with its carmine tip, then down her belly - she’d worked hard to keep it as flat as it was - then down to her crotch.

"Not natural?" Shinji asked.

"I dye my roots brown," she joked.

She walked over to him, and he reached up again for her breast. She grabbed his hand.

"No, I don’t think so." She grinned evilly. "You wanted practice. Well, my experience has been...more hands on." She gently pushed him back. "Just lie back, and enjoy the ride."

"All right," he answered as he leaned back and lowered himself onto the bench.

Ritsuko considered the observer, as well as what little Kaji had told her about his own experiences with this body. "Now, I know that you’re quite sensitive here..." She stroked a breast gently, then flicked the nipple again.

"Y..yes, I knew that myself."

"And I’m sure you’ve discovered how much fun you can have here..." Her hand moved lower, tracing across his belly, until it cupped his mound.

"Oh yes. I was very pleasantly surprised."

"Learned that early on, eh?" She grinned. "Hmmm...already soaking wet? And you were making cracks about me."

"Well, you know this body, gets wet at the drop of a hat."

"Indeed. Legs up."

Shinji looked surprised, but pulled his knees up, until his heels touched his ass. Ritsuko gently pushed his knees open, until his legs fell apart.

"But I doubt that you’re such a contortionist that you’ve gotten to the really...intense stuff."

"I didn’t really try out any fancy stretches. Plain and simple seemed to get me there."

Ritsuko laughed, and moved around him, sitting between his knees. "Right. Just keep telling yourself that, while I prove how wrong you were."

"Huh? What do you--"

She leaned down, between his legs, and pulled open the folds, leaving everything bare. Then leaned in further, and licked the exposed clit.

Shinji shivered against her tongue. "Ohhh. They don’t make toys that can do that."

"Well, they do. But you can’t afford them." She applied herself to the attack; no time for pleasantries. There was no telling how long she could keep Maya enthralled. One finger slid into his open passage, then a second, and she worked her hand in time with her tongue.

"Ohhh... ohhh," Shinji moaned. "This is so good..."

Unnoticed, in the shadows, Maya’s hand had slid into her shirt, rubbing her breast. She clenched her legs together. Every rational thought told her that she should leave these two and go elsewhere, but rational thoughts were becoming scarce in her mind.

Ritsuko looked up at her partner. "It’s always better with two."

"Oh, yes--! Shinji shuddered as an intense orgasm rocked his body. "Oh...with two?"

"Sure." Ritsuko grinned. "Don’t you want a chance to practice?"

"Please..."

"Excellent. Always wanted a willing student." She turned and looked towards the corridor. "Come in here, Maya, before you explode."

Maya gasped, and stepped hesitantly into the room. "I’m sorry, Doctor. I should have--"

"Apology accepted." Ritsuko grinned evilly. "But you’re going to have to do penance."

Maya looked blankly at her.

"Clothes, off."

"Ma’am?"

"You heard the lady," Shinji said, still buzzed, glassy in the eyes.

"Take off the shirt," commanded Ritsuko.

Maya hesitantly unbuttoned her shirt, then slowly removed it. Her breasts were not as large as Misato’s, nor even Ritsuko’s, but she was still surprisingly well developed. Her bra was obviously chosen more for its aesthetic value than any real support.

"Very nice," Shinji appraised.

The girl blushed, but Ritsuko left her no chance to recover her equilibrium. "Now the skirt."

Maya hesitated again, but obeyed. She slipped the skirt off, revealing a very modest pair of white panties. To no-one’s surprise, the crotch was already quite damp.

Ritsuko nudged Shinji. "Come on. You’ve got to take charge. I’m not doing everything for you."

Shinji nodded and sat up, "Alright, now slip the panties off too and come over here." He was grinning, he couldn’t help it. A week ago, who’d ever believe he would have a threesome.

She slowly pulled them off, leaving herself wearing only the bra, then hesitantly walked over to the other two. Her hands were clasped before her; Shinji appreciated the way it framed her breasts.

"You want her body, don’t you?" Ritsuko stared down at Misato. "I’ve seen the way you look at her."

Maya blushed even more deeply at Ritsuko’s words.

"Come on then, I’ll give it to you."

"Ma’am--" Maya swallowed.

Shinji slowly stood, his knees wobbly from his orgasm not even a minute passed. "Let me help you get that out."

He reached around Maya, trapping the smaller girl’s arms between them, and kissed her. One hand unsnapped her bra, while the other caressed her naked backside. Maya’s hands, trapped between them, pressed up against his mound.

"Mmm, let’s not waste any time," Shinji encouraged.

"Katsuragi--" Maya lunged forward again, kissing him passionately. Her hand was now actively rubbing his mound, and he gasped in surprise and renewed pleasure.

He eagerly returned the kiss, his own hands roaming the girl’s backside. He stepped back, and pulled the bra from her, tossing it aside. "Lie down."

Maya nodded again and laid on the floor of the locker room. Shinji looked at her appreciatively, his eyes hungry with lust. Slowly, he kneeled down and slowly crawled over her, his chest dangling down, nearly brushing against hers.

He kissed her again, then moved down, kissing her neck and the top of her breast before hungrily seizing a nipple between his lips. Maya gasped, pushing her chest up against his mouth.

Shinji slowly suckled on the breast, as if feeding hungrily, fueling the lust running through him.

"Please, Katsuragi...more..."

He couldn’t keep her on the brink forever. His fingers dipped down and slowly pressed against her lower lips. He felt her shudder against his touch. Her legs opened, unbidden, granting him unrestricted access to all her secrets.

His hand pressed deeper, fingers curving to reach the best spots. Maya’s cries and wimpers were all the encouragement he needed. He looked up at Ritsuko. "Want to get in on this?"

Ritsuko grinned, and said, "I think I can give Maya a taste of something she’s always wanted."

She walked around the two. "Move down a bit." Shinji complied; he’d been thinking of doing so anyway. Ritsuko knelt over Maya, placing her crotch right over the girl’s face. "If you stop, Maya...I’ll tell her to stop."

Shinji grinned evilly as he realized what Ritsuko intended.

Maya nodded as much as she could in this position, her tongue peeking out of her lips. Ritsuko moaned and Shinji took his cue, pressing his thumb against Maya’s clit.

"Don’t--oh! Don’t leave the poor girl in suspense. Dive right in."

"You got it, doctor," Shinji answered coyly, his fingers started to dive in, thrusting, Shinji lowered his head, face to face, so to speak, with Maya’s cunt. He pulled her open, and hesitated.

"Oh, don’t stop," moaned Ritsuko.

"She stopped!"

"Hey!" Ritsuko yelled. "Don’t leave me hanging here!"

Shinji steeled himself, and licked her clit. Maya twitched, as did Ritsuko. The taste was surprisingly not objectionable, and he increased the tempo.

Maya’s shudders grew greater under him, and he pressed on, his tongue lashing her pearl at greater speeds. Maya was unable to hold back from crying out, her legs clamping about his ears, but judging from the sounds escaping Ritsuko, she wasn’t allowing herself to be completely distracted.

In his own need, Shinji pressed his own hand against his breast and started a familiar play as his tongue continued teasing Maya’s clit.

Ritsuko shuddered under Maya’s attentions, and cried out, her back arching as her knees gave way. Seconds later, Maya shuddered violently, her own scream muffled by Ritsuko’s body, and Shinji’s mouth filled with sweet juice. He lapped up every drop, causing Maya to twitch with each touch of his tongue.

He sat up and slowly wiped the corner of his lips. "Now I’m next again."

"Oh, no." Ritsuko gasped. "I’m afraid I’m quite spent." She glanced down. "And you seem to have killed Maya." She looked up again, and grinned. "We will definitely have to do this again some time, but I’m afraid that for now..." She shrugged.

***

"Hey, Rei." Hikari leaned over the pale girl’s desk. "What’s up?"

"Nothing worth noting to you at the moment, Hikari-san," Rei responded.

"Don’t be so nasty." Hikari frowned. "Shinji and Asuka said that they had to go over to your place to help you with something. Could you use an extra pair of hands?"

"I doubt it would be nessesary. Whatever I would need help with, I am certain those two are capable of it."

"But what is it you need help with? Homework? Housework?"

Rei looked a bit lost, much to Hikari’s confusion. "I am uncertain why they feel that I require any assistance at all."

"Oh, I guess it must be super secret, huh?"

Rei looked straight back, without answer.

Hikari sighed. "Fine. I guess it must be NERV stuff, or something." She glanced away. "Wonder where the hell Curly and Moe went?"

"Curly? Moe?"

"The two Stooges."

"I believe I saw Kensuke-san run off. He looked rather frightened."

"Frightened?" Hikari scoffed. "That’s his usual expression, unless he’s looking at a tank or a gun or something."

***

Shinji slammed the cab door angrily, then stormed off towards the apartment building. His frustration was rapidly reaching lethal levels.

"Dammit... I didn’t get what I needed," he muttered as he stomped up the stairs. Every step just made him feel his new body jiggle, reminding him of why he felt so frustrated.

The elevator ride seemed interminable. All he could think of was the time between now, and when he could get to the Sybian. The best news of the day was that Misato and Asuka still had three hours of school.

Three hours of uninterrupted masturbation seemed about right just now.

The elevator dinged and the door slid open. "Finally!" He all but ran down the corridor, but came to a screeching halt.

A lone figure was waiting anxiously next to the apartment door. "Kensuke? What are you doing here?"

Kensuke looked up at him, and Shinji was surprised to see that his face was a mix of misery and fear. Not at all the usual drooling, slack-jawed idiot that normally appeared when presented with Misato’s body.

"It’s Shinji, I think he’s gone mad!"

"Shinji--" He blinked. "What the hell is he doing now?"

Kensuke glanced around the corridor. "Can we discuss this...inside?"

"Oh, of course," Shinji answered. He unlocked the door and opened it, Kensuke quickly stepped inside, head ducked down.

"Did Shinji take any weird medicine at NERV lately? Bump his head?" Kensuke hurriedly asked.

"What? What would make you ask that?"

"Well..." Aida shuddered. "He...well, he creeped me out a lot today."

"What? Did he... stare at you while you were in the bathroom?" Shinji started to burn red, angry. The thought of Misato making him look gay was infuriating.

"No! He came on to me in the bathroom!"

"WHAT?!?!" Shinji was absolutely livid. "Are you sure?! Maybe you misunderstood or something?"

"That’s what I thought!" Aida was nearly in tears. "I tried to...to...maybe confirm I’d heard him wrong, but he..." Aida shuddered. "God, I feel so unclean!"

Shinji grabbed Aida by the shoulders. "TELL ME! What did he say?!"

"He...he said he’d had all sorts of experience, with guys and girls both, and..."

"STOP!" Shinji commanded. He rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly. "My god..."

"Ya gotta tell him this is wrong!" Aida grabbed the front of Shinji’s jacket. "My esteem as a man is shot!"

"I may be able to help with that," Shinji responded, grinning, evil thoughts spinning in his head.

It might have been the rage, or it might have been the sexual frustration. Either way, Shinji didn’t really give a damn at the moment.

"What do you suggest?" Aida asked, his hands releasing the jacket. His eyes were still full of fear.

"Well." Shinji smirked evilly, and removed his jacket. "It’s obvious, from the way you normally lose your mind whenever you’re around me, that you find me attractive. Am I right?"

"Uhh... yeah?" Aida responded, his brain was nearly putty. His eyes roamed over Shinji’s new form, something Shinji wasn’t quite sure how to feel about.

"Like this dress? It’s one of my favorites."

"Uh...it’s nice, I guess..."

"Is that all? Only ’nice’?" Shinji shrugged. "I know I’m the sort of girl that nothing looks good on..." He undid the zipper of the dress. "So why don’t I change to that?"

Aida’s face flushed bright red, he was paralysed with arousal and fear, his eyes locked as he watched the zipper pull lower. "DO you like breasts, Kensuke?" Shinji asked, teasingly.

"Of...of course..." His blushed deepened even further.

"How about these ones?" Shinji pulled the dress off his shoulders, exposing his torso to the hormone-driven teen.

Aida’s eyes rolled back slightly his nose bled profusely. Shinji watched as the boy slide down to the ground.

"Oh, shit! I broke him!" Shinji leaned down and lifted Kensuke up by his shirt collar. "Come on, you wuss. You can’t be done yet. I’ve still got a full clip of horny to use up."

Aida slowly blinked back, and looked at the person holding him up. "This isn’t a dream?" he asked weakly.

"Nope," Shinji grinned. "Now do you want to do this or not?"

"You need to ask?!"

"Of course! I’d never force you to do something you don’t want to."

"So, how do we do this?"

"You mean you don’t know?" Shinji grinned. "To hear you talk, I’d assumed you already knew it all!"

"Uhh...yeah."

"Excellent. Just one small price. Cost of admission." He grinned at the double entendre. "I want to borrow your video camera for a few days..."

"Sure thing!" Kensuke quickly retreived his high tech toy from his bag, holding it forward as if as an offering.

"Thanks. This will certainly become useful. Blank memory card?"

"Yes ma’am."

"Excellent." Shinji grabbed the camera, and then grabbed the boy and dragged him into the bedroom. He set the camera on the nightstand, and tapped the record button.

"You mean, we on tape?" Kensuke asked blankly.

"Of course." Shinji smirked. "I’ll even let you have a copy. Certainly, you can sell that for more than you get for your snapshots."

"Wait, I can sell it?" Kensuke’s look on his face said it all; he couldn’t believe his luck.

"Well, why not?"

"But.. "

Shinji could see it. He knew Kensuke was struggling to say what both knew. "Shush, want to just get busy and have some hot sweaty sex?"

Kensuke eagerly nodded.

"Good, then strip."

Kensuke blushed again, and started fumbling at the buttons of his shirt.

Shinji slowly slid the rest of the black dress off and lazily walked over to the futon and sat down on it. "Go ahead, stare, milk in the sight."

Kensuke’s eyes travelled up and down his form. The creepiness was starting to fade in Shinji’s mind, but it still nagged at the back of his mind. He repressed the feeling aggressively. He glanced up and down Aida’s form. "You’re still dressed."

"Sorry! It’s hard to focus," Aida protested as he fumbled with the buttons some more, finally pulling his shirt off. He quickly started to undo his pants and started to pull them off.

His arousal was obvious to the eye. Shinji grinned; he could only imagine what was going through the otaku’s mind.

The anxious teen boy finally stepped out of his boxers and stood nervously. His hands almost cupped over his crotch, but then stopped. He still fidgeted in place, his face becoming more flush.

Shinji suppressed a shudder; it would not do to reveal his inner turmoil at the moment. Not until he’d gotten full and complete revenge on Misato.

"Very nice, Aida." He forced a grin. "Now come over here."

Aida walked over to the futon and knelt down on it, sitting next to Shinji. Shinji turned slightly on the futon and propped his head up with his arm.

"Well, if you’re just going to sit there, I’m going to get started then," he teased, his other hand tracing over his nipples.

"What...what should I..." Aida looked down, and Shinji almost felt sorry for him.

"Hey, don’t worry too much, Aida." He leaned forward a bit. "I know that you’re a virgin. It’s not hard to guess that you don’t really know what to do."

Shinji cupped his breasts again and started to slowly massage him, his eyes on the mirror against the wall. He knew what this sight would do to any guy. Plus, he needed to build himself up enough for the act.

He reached over, and grabbed Aida’s hand. "Now, if I were a fourteen-year-old boy..." He grinned at the irony. "I imagine that you’d want to start with this."

He placed the boy’s hand on one breast, over the nipple, and gasped. All hesitation was banished from his mind, as one important fact suddenly came home: The sensation was far more intense when it was someone else’s hand.

He felt Kensuke’s hand tremble, vibrating against the breast. The teen’s fingertips felt cold and sent a chill through Shinji’s spine. He felt Kensuke’s fingers slowly close for a squeeze.

"Oooh," Shinji moaned. "How do my tits feel?" Shinji couldn’t help himself; he had to refer to his new body as crassly as possible for this.

"Nice...They’re warm, soft..." Aida looked a bit faint. "I can’t believe this..."

"No?" Shinji grabbed Aida’s other hand, and pulled it down. "How about this?" He placed the teen’s hand over his panty-clad mound.

Shinji could feel Aida’s fingers shaking. "Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite," Shinji teased. "Now, remember." Time to put some of his hard-earned experience to work. "Gentle is best."

Aida nodded shakily, and started to rub the silk gently. Shinji gasped; the intensity was far greater than he’d anticipated, and he still had the damn underwear on!

"That’s it... nice and slow," Shinji coached. "Wanna see it with the undies off?"

Aida was in no condition to answer, so Shinji stood and hooked his thumbs into the waistband. He remembered what Ritsuko had done to him, and turned sideways before sliding the panties off. Aida’s blood pressure was obviously skyrocketing; he took pity on the boy, and sat down again, then slowly opened his legs.

"Oh, my God..." Aida stammered.

"Yup, that’s what a cunt looks like," Shinji announced. "Take a good look at it."

He watched as Aida took his advice to heart, his head bending down, a shaking fingertip slowly moving towards him.

"You want to know how to pleasure a woman, right?" Shinji smirked. "You’re not just in this for yourself, but for your partner too, right? You’re that sort of man."

"Yeah...of course." Mind you, at the moment, Shinji could have suggested that Aida was secretly a crossdresser, and he’d likely have happily agreed.

"Good." He smiled. "Go ahead and touch. Don’t be shy."

Shinji gasped as the digit pressed against the folds. "Ooooh..."

Aida’s finger pressed inwards, the passage well lubricated by Shinji’s as-yet unfulfilled lust, until it was buried to the knuckle. Shinji’s arms collapsed from under him, dropping him prone to the bed.

"God.... yes..." Shinji moaned as his hands worked on his breasts. "Keep going," he commanded Aida, his lust and arousal building further.

The pleasure built steadily, and Shinji was all but surrendered to it. But it quickly reached plateau, unable to build any further, and Shinji gasped, "Wait."

Aida paused. "Was I..."

"No...Oh, felt very nice. But move up a bit." He reached down, pulled the folds back. "Just above it. See that bit, under the hood?"

"Yeah?"

"That bit is very sensitive." He grabbed Aida’s hand, drew it up to his clit. "Remember, be gentle. Small circles."

Aida obeyed, his fingertips moved in small circles around the pearl. Shinji’s moans became more frantic, more fevorish, his breath quickened, and he could feel himself sweating and leaking.

"God...I’m so close..." Shinji was nearly sobbing. "Please, Aida...more..."

"Can I get on now?" Aida asked nervously.

"Yes!"

Aida needed no further prompting. He shifted up along Shinji’s body, pausing to suckle a nipple, then positioned himself at her entry.

Shinji’s mind was in a fog of arousal and carnal needs. He felt something resting against his yearning hole. "DO IT!" he screamed. rakshasa: With sudden movement, Aida drove home, and Shinji just about lost his mind.

Why had he been worried? Why had he feared this? The pleasure was intense, beyond what he had expected. Not as sharp an ecstasy as he’d discovered with the various toys Misato hid around the room, but just as mind-numbing.

Shinji’s legs lifted up his ankles locked behind Aida, his hips pressing up in time with Aida’s slow and clumsy thrusts. His entire world receded to this one point in space and time. An orgasm washed over him, almost lost in the background of pleasure, and he felt Aida stiffen between his legs, then cry out in pleasure.

Shinji felt his partner collapse on his chest, the boy’s heads resting on his heaving busom. "Intense?"

"God, yeah."

Shinji chuckled. "You did good for your first time." He glanced over at the clock. "We’ve still got some time before Shinji and Asuka get home...let me know when you’re recovered."

Aida answered with a lazy snore. Shinji chuckled. "Figures."

He looked over at the camcorder, still busily taping the scene, and grinned.

~Who knew revenge could be so sweet? I better make sure I fill the memory card on that thing to capacity...~

"I need to ask you a question." Rei glanced around, ensuring that the two of them were out of earshot of any casual eavesdroppers. "Why exactly are you and Asuka coming to my apartment tonight?"

"Let’s just say, I’m curious to see if Asuka’s curious."

Rei’s surprise was only evident from the way one eyebrow crept up about a millimeter. "Do I understand correctly that you intend to engage in sexual activities with Asuka...in my apartment?"

"Oh, not me," Misato answered with a grin. "You."

Another girl might have recoiled in shock. Still another might have slapped him. Rei merely looked puzzled.

"Why should I wish to do so?"

"Why would you not? Certainly you must admit some mild curiosity."

"My curiosity in matters sexual has been adequately explored."

"Oh? Are they? I promise you they haven’t. And I promise you a little more if you indulge my request," Misato offered.

"You are stating that there are methods of sexual contact that I have not explored. I agree with this, but do not at this time wish to proceed beyond the limits we have already reached."

"That’s fine." Misato shrugged. "I’m not talking about you and Asuka doing anything that you haven’t done already. But there’s the spice of variety, you know?"

Rei pondered this for a second. "Very well, I will indulge your request."

"Excellent!" Misato clapped a hand on the girl’s shoulder. "Trust me, you’ll have a lot of fun!"

"I do, however, have a request in exchange."

"You name it and consider it done," Misato agreed with a grin.

"Once this experiment is complete, I wish to observe you and Asuka indulging in sexual activity."

Misato grinned a bit more. "Wow, you have a kinky side, Rei."

"I am confused by the term, but I think I grasp its meaning from inference." Rei shook her head. "I am not ’kinky’; during out last encounter, my ability to observe the effects of sexual stimulation was somewhat distracted."

Suuure..." Misato teased. The last bell rang. "Well, let’s collect our redhead and then let the experiments begin."

"Perhaps the experiments should wait until we reach my apartment."

***

Aida’s eyes fluttered, and Shinji smirked. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Aida sat up and glanced around. His eyes caught on the sight of the naked woman on the futon with him. "It wasn’t just a dream?"

"Nope. But you’ve been napping for a while. I’ve had to keep myself... occupied." Shinji stated, emphasising his meaning by dipping his hand down.

Surprisingly, Aida was still capable of blushing.

"My my," Shinji observed with an obvious glance at Aida’s crotch, "you look like you’re ready. How about you stay on the bottom this time?"

Aida tried - and miserably failed - to sound nonchalant. "Sounds fine by me."

Shinji grinned and straddled the teenager. "Tell me if I’m going to fast."

Aida nodded eagerly. Shinji lowered himself down and moaned. This was going to prove to be a long, hard afternoon.

***

Asuka looked around the apartment. "God, Wonder Girl. How can you stand to live here?"

"It has heat, electricity, and plumbing," Rei answered.

"Come on, let’s be nice. You promised after all, Asuka."

"For what you two intend, pleasant conversation is generally more suitable," agreed Rei.

"Let’s get this over with," Asuka grumbled as she started to disrobe.

"I thought partners were to be more friendly at the start of these engagements," Rei stated to Misato.

"Oh, that’s her way. Once you start touching her, she’s actually quite gentle."

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Perverser mensch!"

"Every minute." Misato sat down on the chair, and leaned back. "Rei...why don’t we see what you’ve learned?"

"If you wish," Rei agreed. She stripped as well, but her actions were slower, and a touch more sensual than the redhead’s. Now both nude, Rei gently took Asuka’s hand and lead her to the bed. The albino’s hand gently pressed on Asuka’s shoulder and Asuka sat on the edge. Rei knelt down in front of the redhead. "I will start first."

Asuka was visibly more nervous now, and Misato almost smiled; she knew from their prior bout just how sensitive the redhead was.

And Rei had obviously paid at least some attention during her ’experiment’. She began by gently stroking Asuka’s thigh. Asuka’s lips quivered; Misato guessed that she was doing her best to resist a gasp.

"I assume that is a pleasure response?" Rei asked as her finger traced the shape of Asuka’s thigh. Rei didn’t wait for an answer, her hand moving up higher.

She glanced over to Misato. "Asuka appears to be resisting my efforts. I am uncertain that she wishes to proceed."

"Are you teasing her, or are you being serious?" Misato looked up at the redhead. "Asuka? Why not tell Rei if you’re willing?"

Asuka glared at Misato. "Keep going, Rei," she commanded.

"As you wish." Rei ran her hand further up Asuka’s thigh, then along her ribs. Her hand gently cupped the redhead’s breast, and Asuka gasped.

Rei experimentally squeezed and Asuka softly wimpered. She leaned forward, her lips nearly touching Asuka’s ear. "It appears most females have the same erogenous zones," she whispered before her tongue lightly licked the redhead’s earlobe.

´Don’t recall teaching her that...she must have been experimenting on her own.’ Misato grinned, and offered a helpful comment. "Just so you know, Rei, her nipples are particularly sensitive."

"Then I shall avoid them for the moment."

Asuka’s eyes flashed open, that same fear locked in them from last night; a fear of the unknown. ’Looks like Rei does have a kinky side,’ Misato noted to herself.

Rei pressed her index finger right below Asuka’s breasts, right at the bottom of the sternum and slowly rolled her finger down. Asuka squirmed on the bed, her lips parted in a soft moan.

Rei’s hand moved down again. "I recall that anticipation of contact is almost as intense as the contact itself." Her fingers left Asuka’s skin a few centimeters shy of her pubic hair, and Asuka whimpered. Rei’s hand moved further down, the fingertips brushing the pubic hair but avoiding skin, until they touched down again on the redhead’s thigh.

The blue haired girl wasn’t anywhere near done, however. Her fingers started to stroke up and down Asuka’s thigh as her head leaned down and her lips gently pressed against Asuka’s collar bone. Asuka moaned as Rei kissed her, and her legs parted of their own volition. Rei ignored the implied invitation, however, merely shifting her gentle strokes to the inside of Asuka’s thigh.

Her lips moved upward, kissing the girl’s neck, then her jaw, then her lips. Asuka’s arm came up, around her partner, and pulled her into the kiss hungrily.

Misato grinned a bit. ’Oh man, Shinji would kill to be watching this,’ she thought. ’Who am I kidding? Knowing him, he’d cream his pants.’

Rei broke the kiss, and leaned back a bit. "You appear more willing at this stage." Asuka reached upwards again, but Rei pushed her hand down. "No. We shall proceed at the pace that I set."

´Kinky nothing, she’s a dom waiting to happen.’ Misato’s smile grew larger and larger. ’I created a monster.’

Rei’s next actions seemed to confirm this assessment. She sat down next to the redhead, and gently stroked her belly. "Please tell me, Asuka. What should I do next?"

"Ah...down there...between my legs."

Rei considered this, then placed a hand just above the redhead’s crotch. "Here?"

"Yes!"

Rei smiled. That by itself was creepy. But her hand moved away from Asuka’s crotch, and instead caressed Asuka’s belly again. "I do not think I will do that just yet."

Asuka moaned in frustration.

"It appears in my haste to get you ready, I have been neglected," Rei noted. "I believe that should be corrected."

"But--"

"If my desires are not met, I shall have little reason to continue."

Any indications that Asuka was less than comfortable with this situation were banished. The redhead sat up with almost indecent haste, and reached for Rei’s breast.

Asuka’s fingers cupped Rei’s breasts and started to rub. "I had thought you would have experimented on yourself," Rei noted sadly. Her voice then took a softer, more sensual tone. "Softer, move in circles please."

Asuka’s hand slowed, and began moving in gentle circles. Rei smiled. "Better."

"What...what else do you like?"

"Much the same as you do."

Misato spoke up again. "Rei’s a little slower to get started, Asuka. Take your time."

Asuka nodded. Her hand slipped off Rei’s breast, and slid around her back. Her fingers traced a line up Rei’s spine, and Rei stiffened and gasped.

Asuka smiled. "That’s not something you can experiment with easily, is it?" She ran her hand down, along the small of Rei’s back. A soft sound of pleasure escaped Rei’s lips. Asuka leaned forwards, kissing the top of Rei’s breast just above her nipple. Her other hand drifted towards her own mound.

Rei grabbed her hand. Misato blinked; she’d barely seen the girl move.

"Not yet." Rei commanded. "I believe I am sufficiently prepared. Are you ready for the next stage?"

Asuka’s expression of surprise faded, and she nodded eagerly.

Rei gently pushed Asuka onto the bed and slowly positioned herself on top, head to toe. She drew Asuka’s legs open, and gently kissed the hollow of her thigh. Her hair dragged along Asuka’s mound, drawing a gasp from the redhead.

Then she paused. "This sort of activity requires trust and co-operation between partners. I can feel little co-operation."

Asuka slowly responded in turn, her tongue traced lightly on Rei’s inner thigh. Rei hunched slightly but returned the favor. Misato’s view was somewhat restricted by their positions, but she felt that moving right now, aside from distracting the girls, could be painful; boxers were not intended to contain an erection. So she contented herself with enjoying the view from this side.

Rei’s tongue danced around Asuka’s pussy, occasionally alighting on the lips themselves, occasionally on the cleft. Asuka was visibly damp now, gleaming in the dim light from the window.

Asuka moaned throughout, her sounds of pleasure nearly muffled against Rei’s bare pussy, the vibrations of the redhead’s voice made the albino shudder in turn. Both girls continued their efforts, both cooperating in synch.

Asuka shuddered, crying out, and Rei paused, then brought her hands into play. She slowly drew the redhead’s folds open, exposing her clit to the air, then leaned down and gently licked it.

Asuka bucked her hips, and Rei glanced up to Misato. "She is most sensitive...more so than I."

"It’s expected with redheads. Be sure to note that, Rei," Misato pointed out. Rei nodded and turned her attention back to the girl.

She licked her again, circling the girl’s clit with her tongue, and Asuka moaned. Rei sat back up, and said, "I will not continue if you neglect me."

"Sorry!" Asuka squeaked, and quickly attempted to make amends. Her lips reached upward and pressed gently at the top of Rei’s pussy and sucked.

"It is obvious that it is impossible to experiment with this as well," observed Rei. "Use your tongue."

"But that’s...the taste--"

"I am told that I have a pleasant taste," Rei commented. "Aside from that, you have already performed oral sex on Shinji, yes?" Her voice took a sharper tone. "If you wish to please me, you shall have to be a little more willing."

Asuka obeyed, her tongue lightly lashed against Rei’s bare cunt. Rei shuddered slightly and lowered her head again. "Better."

Asuka twitched as Rei resumed her assault. Misato shoved a hand down her pants, straightening her rigid member as she watched. It didn’t take long; as before, Asuka showed little resistance. She cried out, her body stiffening in ecstasy.

Rei did not let up, continuing to lash Asuka’s clit with her tongue, and Asuka spasmed again, screaming now. Rei pressed on, and a third time drove Asuka over the edge. Misato’s eyes widened; Rei was getting better mileage out of the redhead than she’d managed.

Asuka finally was only capable of twitching and whimpering. Rei slowly sat up. "I must say I am slightly disappointed." She looked straight at Misato. "As agreed, I wish to witness."

"Oh yes..." Misato agreed as she removed her clothing.

Rei glanced over at Asuka. "It seems that she needs a bit of time to recover." She looked back to Misato. "And you appear to be suffering from some...tension."

"If you would like, we could try the old missionary while we wait for big red to recover," Misato offered.

Rei just looked back. "I have had time to use an internet connection to familiarized myself with these terms and I am not willing for vaginal penetration."

"Oh?"

"I..." She glanced over to Asuka, but the girl was clearly out of commission. She stepped a little closer, and whispered, "I would prefer to reserve that for Shinji himself."

Misato’s eyebrows rose. "Well. An old-fashioned romantic. Who knew?"

"However, I do feel that a bit more experimentation is called for." Rei gently pushed Misato back into the chair. "We have explored the upper limits of your sexual endurance. Shall we now explore the lower limits?"

"I am in your hands," Misato agreed.

"Not precisely." Rei knelt before the chair, slipping between Misato’s knees, and without using her hands, took her into her mouth.

"Oooh, you’re getting quite good," Misato noted.

Rei made no comment, possibly because her mouth was full. Her eyes glanced up, no longer curious, but with a more predatory glare. Her tongue slowly swirled around the throbbing member, doing things that Misato couldn’t even picture.

Misato felt the now-familiar tightening happening all too soon. "Rei, this--I’m--" The words were snatched from her, her head thrown back, mouth agape, as she pumped what felt like a full gallon of semen into Rei’s mouth.

Rei leaned back, wiping her mouth, and swallowed. Then said, "I have heard that limiting contact to sexual contact can heighten the experience. As can viewing sexual activity without the opportunity to participate."

Misato nodded. "You’re proving to be very kinky after all."

"You may be right."

"But Asuka didn’t do a very good job on you." Misato tilted her head. "Want me to finish you off?"

"Not just yet. She should be recovering soon. I wish to experience the heightening caused by voyeurism myself."

***

The first time, it had been over in sweet seconds. This time, it seemed that Aida was good to go for weeks. Shinji had completely lost track of time, and he didn’t care at all.

He relished in each movement, his hips doing most of the work for both. ’Now I see why her legs are so well shaped,’ he thought wryly. Shinji increased his speed and continued to rise and fall agianst Kensuke.

The boy’s face was locked in rapture; Shinji doubted that his own was much different. He leaned down, kissing the boy - he didn’t even consider the fact that an hour ago, this would have freaked him out. The shift in position generated new sensations, as his nipples grazed Kensuke’s chest.

Shinji felt a shudder within as Aida exploded inside a second time that day, the sensation setting off Shinji’s own orgasm. The pair screamed together for what seemed like eternity.

He collapsed across the smaller boy, gasping. Aida’s arms came up and around him, holding him tight, and he moaned.

Shinji grinned and glanced up at the digital clock resting next to the futon. His eyes shot wide in shock. "Oh my god!" he cried quickly rolling off the teenager. "You’ve got to get out of here, now!"

"Wha--?" Aida looked shocked. "What do you mean?"

"Asuka and M--" He bit his tongue. "Asuka and Shinji will be home any second!"

"The Red Demon," shuddered Aida. "Where are my pants?"

Shinji quickly threw them, the crotch hitting Aida in the face. "Quickly now!" Shinji commanded.

Aida obeyed as he quickly stood up and tried to hop into his pants. "Wait, my underwear!"

"I’ll mail it! Just get dressed and outta here!"

He grabbed the boy’s shirt and tossed it to him.

Aida scrambled into his shirt, then buttoned his fly. "Hey, Misato."

"Yeah?"

"Well...thanks." He grinned lopsidedly. "Seems kinda inadequate, but..."

"Hey, a dick in me is thanks enough."

Aida laughed nervously. "Any time."

Shinji watched the nervous boy run off and heard the apartment door open and shut. He quickly turned his attention to the camera, still filming and grinned an evil grin. ’Misato will never live this down.’

His smirk turned more predatory. ’I never figured on how good this would feel...wasn’t it Hyuga at NERV that had the hots for Misato...?’

He glanced again at the clock, and quickly pulled on a halter and Misato’s patented "fuck me" shorts. Then looked again. "They should be here by now."

He stood up, and wandered out to the dining room. "Yeah...definitely late." He glanced around, noted that the message machine was blinking at him. He walked over, and pressed the replay button.

"Do I really sound like that?" Shinji shrugged. "Well, I guess I have more time to kill after all." He undid the shorts, and wandered back into the bedroom.

"Just as worked up now as before. Aida won’t be winning a prize for best lover of the year." His eyes drifted over to the closet. "Might as well fall back on plan B."

He stepped out of the shorts, opened the closet door, and dragged out the Sybian.

Misato walked over to the prone redhead that lay on Rei’s bed. She leaned over slightly and looked into her dazed blue eyes. "My goodness, you must have one hell of an afterglow," Misato observed with a grin. "Well, it’s about to be replaced with something a whole lot better."

"...There’s better?" Asuka’s brain still seemed to be disconnected from the rest of her. At least this time, it wasn’t rage making her incoherent.

Misato merely nodded slowly as she silently climbed over the defenseless girl’s form. She bent her head down and lightly nipped on Asuka’s neck and shoulder.

Asuka moaned again, her smoldering fire being re-lit.

"Mmmm..." Misato grinned. "I bet every inch of you tastes nice right now." She bit down again, causing Asuka to gasp, then released the redhead, and kissed the bite mark.

"I do recall that you said teeth can be pleasant," murmured Rei.

"Unless your partner actively enjoys a bit of pain...or a lot of pain...it’s easy to overdo it," admonished Misato. "But it’s something to keep in mind." She looked down at Asuka. "I’d say our little fireball here likes it, at least a bit."

Asuka’s body seemed to shake and shudder from every touch of Misato’s mouth. Misato’s eyes glanced up at the watching albino.

"Now please watch this," Misato instructed as she turned herself on the bed, now laying beside Asuka. Misato gently lifted Asuka up to her side, her back now facing Rei. "I want to see just how sensitive our redhead is." Misato gently stroked Asuka’s back, watching her face contort as the fingertips drifted lower and lower.

"I noted her sensitivity." Rei nodded. "It took little effort for me to bring her to orgasm."

"Ever played with yourself, Asuka?" Misato smiled.

"I’m not gonna answer that!"

"Oh, I think you will." Misato’s hand lightly traced a circle around Asuka’s ass, then paused. "Answer, or I’ll stop."

Asuka’s face started to sweat, her eyes darted slightly. Misato grinned, noting it was like watching someone on withdrawl. "F..Fine! Only a few times!"

"So you do know how sensitive you are...and still you agreed to the wager?"

"By ’playing with yourself’, do you mean self-stimulation?" asked Rei.

Asuka blinked. "Where the hell have you been?"

Misato sharply slapped her ass, and the redhead gasped. "Keep a civil tongue. You are a guest here."

Asuka nodded quickly. "Sorry Rei!" she forced out.

Misato thought to herself in approval of this development. ’Shinji should thank me, I’m giving him a fully trained Asuka and a horny as hell Rei.’

Misato resumed her gentle stroking, and noted the redhead’s quiver as her hand crossed the point she’d spanked. "I’m starting to think you like a bit of abuse, Asuka."

Asuka’s body twitched. "I’m not sure," she answered, her tone nearly meek, almost as if she was asking what she should feel.

Misato glanced around, and her eyes fell on a cardboard box sitting next to the dresser. "Rei...not to be rude, but are you ever going to throw out those bandages?"

"They are still clean, and can be sterilized if needed," explained Rei.

"Well, I don’t need them sterilized, but can I borrow a few?" Misato grinned. "I’ve learned that Asuka has difficulty keeping her hands at bay..."

Rei stood up from her chair. "If sterilization is your concern, I believe I have a fresh roll of gauze in the bathroom."

"No, just kick those ones over here." Misato glanced back at the redhead. "Dirty bandages are good enough."

Rei nodded, and slid the box over to the bed. Misato selected a long bandage, and doubled it back over itself. "Asuka? Put your hands through the rails of the headboard."

"Like hell!"

Misato scowled. "If you wish me to continue, you will do so."

Rei raised an eyebrow.

Asuka hesitated, then slowly pushed her hands through the headboard. Misato nodded, stood, and firmly tied her hands to the rails.

Asuka quivered, her wrists tested her bonds. Her face showed shock as she realized it wasn’t just for show.

"Now, you see, you cannot take matters into your own hands." Misato grinned. "You’re completely at my mercy...so you might as well lay back and enjoy."

Asuka tried to settle back, to slip on that mask of unwavering confidence and control. But the sham had long since been revealed, her attempt to lay still failing badly as her whole being shuddered in fear and anticipation.

"Hmmm..." Misato glanced over at Rei. "Could I borrow you for a bit?"

Rei stood up and walked over to the bed. "How may I be of assistance."

Misato stepped behind her. "I think that Asuka needs to learn what it’s like to be teased." She ran her hands along Rei’s side, reaching around to cup her breasts from behind.

Asuka’s mouth fell open. "You tie me up, then go off to play with--"

"Hush, or I’ll not come back to you."

Her mouth closed with an audible snap.

Misato’s hands teased Rei’s nipples, and the pale girl’s eyes closed as she drew in a deep breath. Misato watched the redhead over Rei’s shoulder, and could almost hear her heartbeat clear across the room.

Asuka whispered softly, almost so soft it couldn’t have been heard. "Please..." Misato watched Asuka’s face, her eyes were teary and she was about to cry.

"You see, Rei?" Misato said quietly. "This is the other side of voyeurism. She can watch...but she cannot do anything about it." She kissed Rei’s shoulder, and smiled. "She’s been teasing people like this for a long time...now she’s on the receiving end."

"Please..." Asuka begged again, her hips and legs nearly thrashing on the bed. "Pleaaase!"

"She seems to not be enjoying it as much as you think," observed Rei.

"She will when I get back to her...which I won’t do unless she quiets down."

Asuka’s lips trembled, but she got the message and refused to speak.

"How about you, Rei?" Misato kissed the back of the girl’s neck. "How do you feel, knowing that this is turning her on so badly that she can barely keep still?"

"Somewhat exciting, I would guess," Rei answered, showing a slight grin to Asuka.

Misato took Rei’s hand, and guided it to her pubic region. She pushed down, running the smaller girl’s finger along her slit. Rei gasped, her back arching away from Misato. Asuka’s eyes followed their hands hungrily.

"Thank you, Rei." She kissed her again, on the shoulder. "Your help was most appreciated."

Rei turned and sat in her chair. "No, I must thank you. I believe I have learned quite a bit, and am about to learn a lot more."

Misato grinned. "How right you are." She turned and walked over to the redhead. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Asuka had calmed slightly. "You did all that just to tease me, didn’t you?"

Misato raised a finger. "That didn’t sound very polite."

"Yes, I did," Asuka answered, her voice wavered between bitterness and shock.

"And now do you want your turn?"

Asuka couldn’t help her eagerness. She nodded quickly.

"I’m not really convinced you do."

"Yes, alright? I want my turn," Asuka answered.

Misato started to waver her voice. "I dunno... maybe I should just have Rei help me some more. Rei?"

Asuka’s eyes shot wide. "No! I want you! I want you to take your turn with me!"

For her part, Rei was already on her feet. But Misato raised a hand in her direction. "She’s getting closer, Rei. Maybe she can convince me after all." She leaned over Asuka. "You’re not asking me, Asuka. You’re telling me. That isn’t your place."

Asuka’s lips trembled, her eyes glanced back to Rei, then to Misato. "Please Shinji! Please take me! I need you!" Asuka cried out loud.

"Why should I?"

Asuka’s eyes widened. "Wha--"

"You’ve been nothing but rotten to me since you first turned up." Misato leaned back again, and considered. "You’ve teased me, and you’ve belittled me. Why should I reward that sort of behaviour?"

"Please..." Asuka whispered. "I have nothing... I NEED you. I’m yours..."

"You need this?" Misato traced a line along one breast, and Asuka moaned. She pulled the finger away. "Yes, it seems you do. Ask me properly. Beg me."

"Please Shinji," Asuka pleaded. "Please have sex with me...I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want." Asuka couldn’t stop choking back the tears. "Please, I need you more than you need me..."

"Getting better, I think." Misato sat down on the bed next to the girl, and gently stroked her leg.

"Thank you," Asuka responded, the touch of the hand on her leg seemed to ease her shakes of desire.

Rei’s hand slipped down between her legs again, gently stroking her mons. Misato glanced up at her, smiling slightly, and then turned her attention back to the redhead.

"Now, what should I do next...?" She shifted her hand from the top of Asuka’s thigh to the inside, and the redhead’s legs fell open under her touch. "Mmmm...Asuka? What should I do with you? What would you like right now?"

"Whatever you want," Asuka answered breathlessly.

Misato blinked, then smiled a toothy grin. She hadn’t expected her breaking of the redhead to be this complete so soon.

"I didn’t ask what I wanted." She had to force her voice to be sharp, and she removed her hand. "I asked what you wanted."

Asuka glanced up to Misato’s face, she looked puzzled. "R..really?" she asked.

"Oh, yes."

Asuka closed her eyes. "I want you inside me," she said.

"No."

Her eyes opened again. "Why--"

"I asked what you wanted. I never said I’d do it." Misato considered. "I think instead I’ll do this." She grasped a nipple between thumb and forefinger, applying just a tiny bit of pressure.

Asuka gasped, then moaned as Misato leaned down and sucked the other nipple gently. She moved down from there, leaving a trail of kisses along Asuka’s breast, then down the belly. She paused when she reached the red pubic hair. "Does this feel good, Asuka?"

"Yes. Please give me some more?" the redhead asked.

"Look at that, Rei. She’s a fast learner." Misato glanced over at the other girl. "And so are you, I see."

Rei didn’t seem to have the breath to respond. One finger was rubbing her clit in a smooth pattern, and her eyes were closed. Her breath was still steady, but deep and throaty. Misato chuckled, and turned back again to Asuka.

"Please touch me more, Shinji?" Asuka pleaded.

"Where should I touch you?"

"Anywhere you want?"

"Maybe you’re not such a fast learner after all."

"No! Please! I’m sorry!" Asuka pleaded. "Touch my thighs, please!"

"Better." Misato pushed her legs further open, and gently kissed the inside of her thigh, midway between the knee and the crotch. She moved up slowly, keeping the kisses close together, until she reached the hollow of the thigh, then stopped.

"Please, I want you inside..."

"No." Misato shook her head. "Not yet. If you ask for something else, I may give it to you."

"Please kiss my breasts," Asuka begged.

"Your what?"

"My... my breasts?" Asuka questioned.

"Chickens have breasts." Misato shook her head. "Try again."

"My tits?"

"Better." She smiled, then slid up between the girl’s legs. She felt the head of her cock touch Asuka’s cunt as she lowered herself to kiss a nipple, and felt Asuka arching towards the contact.

Asuka tried to thrust herself against the tool that barely rested against her entrance, only for Misato to pull back.

"No, not until I say."

"I’m sorry."

Misato kissed the other nipple, then seized it between her teeth. More pressure this time; Asuka whimpered as the pain cut slightly through the pleasure.

Misato released the nipple. "Was that too rough?" she asked. She already knew the answer.

"N..no, it was perfect," Asuka answered.

"It’s a pity that Rei’s busy, or I’d ask her for some clothespins." Misato considered, then said, "Look at her, Asuka."

Asuka looked past the haze and saw the albino feverishly pleasuring herself. "I see..." she whispered.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes."

"What would you like next?"

"You inside me?" Asuka asked again.

Misato frowned, and pinched her nipple. This time, she used more force, and Asuka yelped.

"I will decide when it’s time for that. If you ask me again, I will stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Asuka responded.

"Now. Aside from the obvious, what would you like?"

"Kiss my neck."

Misato grinned; it was becoming obvious that Asuka was shying away from sexual language. She idly wondered if the girl knew how much more frenzied this ’restraint’ would make her. She kissed the nipple she’d pinched, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the redhead, then moved up and gently kissed the girl’s neck.

"Thank you."

"What now?"

Asuka’s eyes were still fixed on Rei. "Will you...kiss me down there?"

"Down where?"

"My...womanhood?"

"Your what?"

"My...vagina?"

"This isn’t biology class."

Asuka sighed, almost in frustration, but quickly reined herself in. "My slit."

"That’s closer, but there’s another word." Misato did her best to look disappointed.

"Cunt?"

"That’s the one." She noted how her face coloured with the word. "Now ask properly."

"Kiss my cunt please Shinji."

"Much better." She shifted downward, and gently kissed the girl, just above the cleft. "Like that?"

"Lower please, sir." Asuka begged, her body barely able to lay still.

"Lower?" He moved down, and kissed her again, just across the cleft.

"More please, sir."

"More?" Misato looked up. "What do you want?"

"Kiss me deeper in there please."

"Oh, but only dirty girls like that." She allowed a hint of scorn to enter her voice.

"Sorry!"

That wasn’t quite according to the script. "Do you like it, Asuka?"

Asuka’s face burned. "Yes sir."

"Why do you like it?"

"Because it’s you doing it," Asuka answered.

It was a good answer, Misato thought, but not perfect for this scenario. "Only nasty girls like it. Are you a nasty girl?"

Asuka’s silence hung in the air for a few seconds. "Yes."

"Say it."

"Yes, sir. I’m a nasty, dirty girl." Her shame at saying it was obvious in the colour of her face.

Misato nodded, and drew the redhead’s folds aside with her thumbs. She ran her tongue along the length of her slit, ending with a flick at her clit.

"More!" Asuka begged, her voice trembled in hunger.

Misato laid to with a will, lashing the girl’s clit with her tongue. Asuka’s hips bucked, and she moaned, then stiffened. Misato pulled back, and waited for the impending orgasm to fade unreleased.

Asuka writhed and strained against her bonds, her body shaking against the bed, her motions begging to be touched. Misato waited for her to regain some semblance of control, then said, "I didn’t say you could come yet."

"I’m sorry sir," Asuka apologized.

"If you feel it coming, hold off until I say you may come. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I won’t screw up again sir," Asuka answered.

"Should I resume?"

"Please, sir, I would like some more."

"Some more what?"

"Of your touch, sir.... master," Asuka whispered.

Better and better. Misato didn’t allow herself to grin, though. "Do you want me to eat your pussy?"

"Yes master." Misato paused, until Asuka added, "Please, eat my pussy, Master."

"Very good." She leaned back in, and gently licked the girl again. This time, she used slower, gentler strokes. She slid a finger into the redhead’s channel, clear to her barrier, and Asuka moaned gutturally.

"Do I have permission, master?" Asuka asked between her moans.

"Not yet." Misato slowed, allowing her to regain her control again, then resumed. Four times, she brought the redhead to the ragged edge of orgasm, and let her back down gently, unreleased.

With one eye, she kept watch on Rei. The other girl’s hand was almost a blur, her head was thrown back, and her breath was coming in gasps. Rei was slow to orgasm, but she wouldn’t be long now...

"I...have permission?"

She sat back, allowing Asuka to catch her breath, and said, "Yes. Now you have permission."

"I...I can’t..." Asuka’s breath was sobbing her frustration. "I need your touch, Master."

"I know. But I’m giving you permission now." She shifted upwards, pushing Asuka’s legs up.

"Master...are you going to--" Asuka bit off the question.

"You can ask." Misato smiled.

"Penetrate me? Be inside me?"

She paused, mostly to check Rei’s breathing, and decided she needed to stall just a bit more. "Nice girls would ask that way. Are you a nice girl, Asuka?"

"Fuck me, master." Asuka answered.

Misato slid into her, and damn near came on the spot. She gritted her teeth, forcing control, and paused when she came to the girl’s hymen. "This will hurt a bit the first time."

"I’m ready, master," Asuka answered, her voice full of fear and arousal.

Misato was tempted to make her beg to be hurt, but Rei didn’t have much time left. She drove through the barrier, burying her cock in Asuka. The redhead didn’t seem to feel any pain, though, but merely let out a long, low moan.

Asuka flexed and pressed her body against Misato’s, her voice giving out grunts and squeals of delight. She started to slowly stroke in and out of the girl, driving her ecstasy higher. Her own self-control was eroding rapidly, and she hoped she had enough left to bring the girl off before she came.

Misato focused at the task on hand, her mind attempting some form of meditation. As a woman, this much concentration to hold back was hardly needed, or even warranted. However, Shinji’s ill trained body required all the mental tricks she’s ever heard of. Misato focused on a single point on Asuka’s body, and continued her fast paced thrusts, Asuka’s body jiggling with each thrust, Asuka’s pleasure soaked mind barely able to tell her body to meet Misato’s thrusts.

Behind her, she heard Rei gasp, "Ikari-kun..." It was obvious that the albino girl was nearing her own threshold, and that did little for her self-control either. Almost in relief, Misato heard the beginning of Asuka’s throes of ecstasy.

"Oh, God! Shinji!"

It was far too much; She felt herself practically explode inside of Asuka, flooding the girl as the entire world seemed to turn white. It was far more extreme than any previous orgasm, and with what little remained of her mind, she realized that it was no wonder men had only one thing on their mind...

When she recovered, she found herself draped over an unconscious Asuka, the redhead’s legs still wrapped around her. She realized with some amazement that the last orgasmic cry had come from both girls simultaneously.

She sat up unsteadily, and looked over at Rei. The other girl was still awake, though obviously drained of any energy.

"How was your experiment, Rei?"

Awake or no, she was still somewhat befuddled. "It seems that voyeurism does indeed heighten the experience. However, it was not as intense as when you were providing the stimulation."

"It wasn’t my name you were screaming, Rei."

She looked down. "I do hope you will tell me the instant you have returned to your own body."

Shinji dropped into the bucket seat and slammed the car door. He flicked out the sunglasses, nearly hard enough to bend the frames, then tossed them on the dashboard; it was too dark for the shades. He fumbled with the key, finally managing to get it into the slot, and mashed the starter button. The flywheel spooled up, but the vibrations transmitted through the seat did little to calm him down.

"Damn... went from sexully frustrated teenager to horny as hell adult with no transition..." he complained to himself as he shifted into drive.

He stomped the accelerator, and was rewarded with a surge of power. He hauled over the wheel, pointing the vehicle down the street, and aimed for the freeway.

"Damn this body..." Shinji muttered again, his eyes narrowing like a hunter looking for its prey. The trouble was, he knew just what this body needed, craved. Aida was hardly skilled or experienced, but there was a glimmer of something greater. After that, Misato’s legion of toys couldn’t hold a candle.

He dragged the wheel over again, pulling onto the freeway, and then floored the accelerator. The speedometer needle slowly rose, pushing its way up the dial until it stood erect, quivering, at the 220 mark.

Shinji’s fingers thumped against the sides of the wheel as his heart beat faster. Deep down, he wasn’t really angry at his new body. On the contrary, he was beginning to absolutely love being a sexy adult woman, almost at the point of telling Ritsuko she could keep her cure.

The older part of Shinji’s mind was screaming that it isn’t right, but it was battling against the side that loved the respect he was now getting. Not to mention the orgasms.

Suddenly, Shinji felt the car lurch slightly, the flywheel winding down, the battery indicator blinking red. "Aw, crap!" He pulled over to the breakdown lane, and stomped the brakes. A little too quickly; his head bounced off the steering wheel. "Shit!" He glanced in the back seat, hoping there was a reserve battery or something, but there was nothing there but a blanket.

He leaned over and popped the glove compartment, but there was little to help there, either. There was a set of breakdown cards; he grabbed the one that read, "Fuel", and propped it up against the rear window.

Agitated, Shinji leaned back against the driver’s seat and glanced down at himself. "Might as well enjoy the view," he reasoned as he unzipped the throat of the dress.

Unfortunately, it was proving less of a charge than it had in the past. After two mostly-full days of being female, and exploring almost everything about this body that he could reach, he was starting to get just a tiny bit jaded. Tits were still tits, but these ones he’d become most familiar with.

Not to mention, he was starting to appreciate the male body...

He dropped his face into his hands. "What the fuck is going on with me?"

There was a tap at the window. Shinji turned, startled and saw a familiar stubbled face.

"Hey!" Kaji’s voice was muffled by the window; he pointed a finger downward. Shinji touched the power window controls, but they were as dead as the flywheel. He opened the door and stood up.

Kaji’s eyes immediately dropped to Shinji’s now open cleavage. "Getting ready for me?"

"God, am I glad you stopped." Shinji jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I forgot to plug this thing in, can you believe it?" He paused; Misato wouldn’t have taken that sort of comment from Kaji without a comeback. "Guess I shoulda figured that the sound of a woman opening her shirt would bring you running, tongue hanging out."

"Just you," Kaji grinned. Shinji turned away, miffed. He couldn’t understand what Misato saw in this guy.

He couldn’t see the man’s expression, but he heard a touch of hurt in his voice. "Well, if I’m not good enough to help you out..."

"No no, wait!" Shinji turned back, and was surprised to see a smirk on Kaji’s face.

"Well, that’s more like it!" Kaji winked, and walked back to his car. "This thing still eats twelve-volt, right?"

Yeah," Shinji answered, hoping Kaji knew just as much about under the car’s hood as he did about under Misato’s hood.

Kaji had been driving a NERV standard-issue land rover; he pulled an extension cord from the cargo bed, and plugged it into a socket on the front hood of the land rover. He then played out the cable, until it reached the charge port on the Alpine. "These babies have a huge alternator; I’ll just set it to charge mode, and we’ll give you enough juice to get you home." He raised an eyebrow. "AC or DC?"

"You pick," Shinji answered, unsure.

"Always a good answer." Kaji grinned. "Lemme go rev my engine, and we’ll charge you up."

"Listen... thanks," Shinji offered, then pointedly zipped the front back up.

"Shit." Kaji shook his head. "Ain’t that the way it always is. You get me all riled up, then as soon as you get what you want, you shoot me down." He leaned into the land rover, and flipped a switch; the engine’s pitch rose. "Anyway, twenty minutes oughtta give you enough power to get home."

"Twenty minutes, damn," Shinji cursed, then leaned back into Misato’s car to look for a book or something.

"Hmmm." Kaji leaned over a bit. "Hey, Misato. You’re a bit out of uniform, you know?"

"Oh, this?" Shinji gestured to himself. "I wasn’t really heading in to work."

"I can tell." Kaji smirked. He pulled a cigarette out of his breast pocket, and lit it. "Normally, when you’re going into work, you at least remember to wear panties with a mini-skirt."

Shinji blushed. "How can you tell?!"

"Because that skirt only comes down maybe three centimeters past your ass, and it rides up a lot higher when you lean over like that."

Shinji debated in his mind whether or not he should be embarassed. The warmth on his cheeks showed which side won. "Do you always have to be like that?"

"Absolutely. I learned from a master."

"A master pervert?"

"No, he was a provert. He was good at it." Kaji paused to take a drag off the cigarette. "We’d be walking down the street, and every time we passed a woman, he’d say, ’Hey. Wanna fuck?’"

Shinji blinked. "He must have enjoyed getting slapped."

Kaji shrugged. "Yeah, he got slapped a lot. But he also got laid a lot."

"Don’t think that will work with me," Shinji warned.

"Why not? It always worked before."

"Yeah, well, tonight, I’m just angry with myself, and very frustrated."

"Really? I can help you with both those problems," Kaji offered, leaning in closer.

Shinji opened his mouth to deliver a stinging retort, and paused. Partially because he didn’t have a stinging retort ready, but mostly because part of him was thinking, ’Why not?’

"The backseat of your car looks nice," Kaji pointed out, opening the driver’s door.

"Wouldn’t be the first time, eh?" Shinji hoped that it wasn’t, or he’d look a bit stupid.

"You’re actually agreeing? You must really be frustrated tonight."

Words failed him; he had a bad feeling that he was getting in way over his head. "I..." He shook his head. "Look, Kaji, I really appreciate you helping me out right now, but..."

"Buuut?" Kaji asked, his finger against Shinji’s chin.

He looked down. "I don’t think that the back seat of my car would be the best place..." He shook his head angrily. "No! I mean...I’m not ready for..." He gritted his teeth; every hormone this body owned was fighting him, but he really did not want to have a five-second fling with Misato’s boyfriend in the back seat of Misato’s car!

Kaji leaned his head in closer, the stubble on his face rubbed against Shinji’s smooth cheek. Kaji blew lightly into Shinji’s ear.

"No..." Shinji tried to pull away, but he was already leaning against the car. He couldn’t retreat any further.

"I hear your voice say no." Kaji grinned. "But I can hear your voice saying, ’try just a little harder, Kaji...’"

Shinji blushed harder, and glanced back at the backseat. He finally broke. "Fine, but you better be done by the time the battery’s charged."

Kaji’s jaw dropped. He took a step back, pulled a last draw off the cigarette, and tossed it onto the freeway. "Okay, what’s really wrong, Misato?"

Shinji glared at him. "Look, you want in or not?"

"No, I think I want to find out what the hell’s going on." Kaji scowled. "You *never* fold like that. Not unless something’s so badly screwed up that it doesn’t matter anymore." He leaned in closer again, but the expression on his face was more of concern than lust. "So tell me, Misato...What’s got your panties--or lack thereof--in a twist?"

"I am frustrated as hell. I need sex, dammit. Now, either you give me what I need, or I make someone else’s night."

Kaji stared at him, then chuckled. "All right. Why the hell not?"

"About time..." Shinji answered, popping the door open. ’What sort of guy would reject this?’ Shinji thought to himself as he crawled into the backseat.

Kaji winced, and said, "In case you’d forgotten, Misato, there ain’t a lot of room in there. Drag that blanket out, and we’ll spread it out under the stars."

Shinji looked back at the man. He grabbed the blanket and threw it at him, and followed out of the car.

Kaji tossed the blanket over his shoulder, and walked between the two vehicles. He stepped over the guardrail, and walked down the hill on the other side. He loosely slung the blanket over the ground, and glanced about. "Good a place as any, I’d say."

Shinji walked over to the blanket, unzipping the shirt further.

"Whoa, slow down, girl." Kaji grinned. "Why rush a good thing?"

"Because I’ve been leaking for a few hours."

His eyebrows rose. "Thought I smelled something." He stepped up to him, and wrapped his arms around Shinji’s, trapping them at his side. "I said twenty minutes. You’ve spent five of them bitching and moaning. How ’bout letting me set the pace?"

"Can I strip and lay on the blanket already?"

"No." Kaji’s voice turned teasing. "I think we’re gonna see just how frustrated you can get in the next fifteen minutes."

"Fine."

"Excellent." Kaji leaned in and kissed his neck. Shinji gasped, and Kaji smiled. "Ever told anyone about this particular spot?" He kissed a bit lower, and Shinji felt his knees grow weak.

"N...no."

"Oh, so it’s all my secret?" Kaji grinned, and ran a hand along his back. "Kept it just for me, huh?"

"As you command." He grinned, and released his arms. Shinji quickly unzipped the shirt, and tossed it to the ground. It wasn’t the cool night air that was making his nipples stand out.

"Just frustrated," growled Shinji. "That kid--" He clapped a hand over his mouth.

Kaji raised an eyebrow. "’Kid?’"

"Ummm..." Shinji shook his head. "Asuka’s been teasing Shinji pretty badly the last couple of days, and she’s been getting really...forward about it."

He could see in Kaji’s eyes that he didn’t buy the story, but Kaji merely grinned, and caressed one of his breasts. "Oh, yes. Asuka can certainly prove frustrating to deal with."

"Oooh, yes, she can be," Shinji moaned. Shinji reached down and started to unzip the skirt next.

Kaji’s hand rested on his. "Slow down. I figure we got at least ten minutes left."

Shinji ground his teeth in frustration. But he didn’t want to have to spend another night in frustration. "All right, fine."

Kaji looked down at him, again with an expression of puzzlement. Then smiled again, and said, "I’m glad you’re seeing things my way."

Shinji looked down at the blanket. "Can we at least..."

"I suppose." Kaji released him, and Shinji nearly collapsed to the ground. He stretched his arms above him, and fell backward onto the blanket.

"I bet I look pretty hot right now," Shinji stated.

"As always." Kaji grinned. He ran a hand up the inside of Shinji’s thigh. "I always loved your legs."

"I do too," Shinji agreed, spreading his legs apart.

Kaji’s hand moved higher, brushing against the thatch of pubic hair, and Shinji gasped. "Mmmm..."

Kaji felt around for a second, then brought his hand away. "You weren’t kidding, you really are leaking like crazy."

Shinji waited for his breath to recover, and said, "Don’t stop!"

"You really want the main event that badly?"

"God, do I ever." Shinji shivered. "I’m actually surprised at how much."

"So am I," Kaji agreed as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh, who cares about the bloody shirt?"

Kaji grinned, and said, "We’ve still got plenty of time." He deliberately slowed down, unfastening each button slowly, then slipping the shirt off and laying it on the ground.

"You know, I can do this myself," Shinji threatened, cupping a breast.

"And I know it’s nowhere near as good," Kaji taunted.

"Shit, you got me there," Shinji chuckled.

Shinji looked pointedly at the front of the boxers. "Happy to see me?"

"Again, always." He grinned, and knelt next to him. "You could take off that skirt now. I’ll let you."

The skirt was already partially unzipped, but Shinji didn’t bother wrestling with the zipper; he pulled the skirt off as quickly as possible, letting pressure force the zipper the rest of the way open. He tossed the skirt aside, and lay back, clothed now only in starlight.

"So, wanna keep warm?" Shinji offered.

Kaji lowered himself over her. "I’ve heard that shared body heat is good for maintaining warmth."

"Let’s test that theory."

Kaji slid down a bit, and captured a nipple between his lips. Shinji moaned, his back arching. Kaji smiled; Shinji could feel the change in tension on the nipple as he did so, then gasped as his tongue lashed the tip. "Oh, shit..."

Kaji pulled the elastic of his boxers down. Shinji tried to glance down, but thankfully his large bosom blocked his view. He wasn’t sure if he would want to see Kaji’s member, but he was definitely sure he wanted to feel it. Not a second passed when he felt it press against his entrance, thick, hard, and warm.

"Oh, you must be frustrated, Misato...I’ve never seen you this ready."

Shinji closed his eyes. "Please..."

"Who am I to deny a woman what she really wants."

He pushed into him, and he almost screamed. With Aida, it had been intense, but this sensation threatened to drown out the entire world.

Shinji groaned long, and hard. Kaji certainly knew better control than Aida, and certainly felt larger.

But Kaji wasn’t exactly taking his time, either; his pace quickened, and Shinji shuddered, striving to retain enough control to meet Kaji’s thrusts.

Shinji’s legs quivered as they wrapped around Kaji. "More," he begged, thrusting against him. Kaji caught Shinji’s legs with his arms, pushing them up in the air as he leaned into the motion. His cock reached new depths, and Shinji’s ecstasy peaked even higher.

"Deeper!" Shinji commanded, steadying his balance with his arms on the blanket.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder, as Kaji sped up again, each stroke driving deeper into him. He felt the peak approaching, but ruthlessly tried to drive it down. ’Not yet, dammit...I need more!’

Then he realized his stupidity, and quit fighting release. He rushed towards it, throwing his arms around Kaji, shuddering as the orgasm tore through him with unexpected ferocity.

Amidst his own shudders of ecstasy, he felt Kaji release within him as well. Slowly, Kaji withdrew and laid on the blanket next to Shinji. ’Definitely better than Aida,’ Shinji thought to himself as he smiled stupidly.

"That was great. Just one question, who are you?" Kaji asked.

Shinji’s jaw dropped. "Wha--"

"You look like her, I gotta admit, and even taste like her. For a while, you even managed to act like her, but you couldn’t keep that up."

"I..."

"The only time she’s ever acted so... eager, so horny was the first time we did it. I must admit, it was like doing her the first time all over again."

"So, gonna answer the question?"

"Depends on what you’re going to do with the information." Shinji glanced over at him. "I will tell you right off that it wasn’t intentional, or even really wanted, on either of our part, and she’s still around, but...not herself."

"So, you worried I won’t keep a secret?"

"Yes."

Kaji smirked. "Oh, come on. You obviously know who I am, so you know I can keep a secret."

"Yeah, right. First time we met, you asked me if she still was wild in--" He clapped a hand over his mouth again.

"Shinji, huh?" Kaji laughed. "Man, now I don’t know whether to congratulate you, or go take a very long, very hot shower."

"Look, this may sound weird but... do we have to wait before you can...?"

"Forget it." Kaji waved a hand. "Now that I know who you are, well...I’d be a bit too creeped out." He grabbed his shirt, and pulled two more hand-rolled cigarettes out of the pocket. He tossed one to Shinji, and lit the other one himself.

"Hey, come on now! I need more!"

"No, you don’t. You’ve already banged one of your teenage classmates, plus you’ve had me. You know what you really need?" He pointed at the unlit cigarette sitting in Shinji’s lap. "Misato could never relax after sex until she’d had a smoke." He offered Shinji the Zippo lighter. "Spark up."

"Wait, how did you know about the classmate?"

"Because I’m not stupid."

"That doesn’t really clear things up."

"Well, look." He paused, and took a drag off the cigarette. "You said something about a kid. You smelled of recent sex, and I mean hetero sex. Narrows it down to a male." He took another drag, then said, "If you’re in this body, it stands to reason that Misato’s in yours, and somehow I doubt that she’d leave you frustrated. So that narrows it down to some teenage kid, old enough to get it on but too young to do a proper job. And all of those would be in your class." He grinned. "See?"

"You sure you don’t want round two?"

"Light the damn smoke," he growled. "Look, I’m willing to keep this secret - I assume you already have someone working on fixing it. But don’t press your luck, kid."

"Fine. Being in this body is frustrating as hell." Shinji complained as he lit the cigarette.

"Only from your perspective," said Kaji with a grin. "What’s Misato been doing with yours?"

"Trying to do Aida, that’s what."

Kaji’s jaw dropped, and the lit cigarette fell from his lips to land in his lap. "Ow! Fuck!" He grabbed for it wildly. "Oh, that’s not a good place for a cigarette burn."

"Plus, I think she’s gotten into Asuka’s pants, as well. So, as you can see, I am quite upset with her, and not exactly opposed to sewing a few wild oats myself," Shinji explained as he slipped the skirt on.

"So I was just a revenge fuck?"

"No." Shinji shook his head. "Aida was a revenge fuck. You were..." He paused, then continued. "You I needed to get past Aida’s botch job."

Shinji finished straightening the shirt next. "Are we all charged up? I need to get going, I still have someone I want to meet."

"Round three?"

"Yup."

"Look, kid." Kaji grabbed his boxers, and pulled them on. "This ain’t the best way to get revenge on Misato."

"It’ll make me feel better. The Sybian just isn’t doing it, and I need at least a few good ones before i can sleep."

"Maybe, but you’ll burn out before long." Kaji pulled his pants on, and paused. "Look, can I suggest at least a few more things? If you really want to get even with her, I’m willing to help you out."

"I’m listening."

"Well, first off, you don’t want to do anything permanent. Damaging Misato’s reputation too badly will hurt you in the long run, especially if you never get switched back."

"I thought you were going to discuss revenge, not try to restrain me."

"I am, gimme a minute."

"Besides, gotta be honest, I wouldn’t mind if this isn’t fixed."

"I could tell." Kaji grinned. "Trust me, I know Misato better than she does. If you think she’s only found two playmates so far, I’d reconsider. Where is she right now, anyway?"

"She and Asuka are at Rei’s--" Shinji’s eyes widened. "Okay, so she’s probably sleeping with Rei, too."

"Probably?"

"Only probably. I don’t have more than a tiny bit of evidence on that."

Kaji nodded. "Okay. Next. Who knows about this ittle switcheroo?"

"You, her, me, and Ritsuko."

"A good combination. The two principals, the person who can fix the screwup, and the person who can screw up the fix." He grinned. "Okay. You’re certain she’s banging Asuka?"

"Mostly."

"I’ll assume that you’ve got enough evidence to support the theory." Kaji grinned. "How do you feel about Asuka?"

"If I have to be honest, I’d wanna do her."

"Better and better." Kaji leaned in a bit closer. "Now ask yourself this...if Asuka found herself in a...compromising situation...with Misato...who would she tell?"

"No one."

"Bingo." He leaned back, and fished another cigarette out of his pocket. "So then you have one of two scenarios, once Misato is back in her body: Either Asuka’s supremely pissed at her, and can only take it out on her personally...or she’ll be bugging her for more." Kaji chuckled, and lit the cigarette. "Trust me, I know how insistent Asuka can be."

"Well, I would like more lesbian sex..." Shinji thought aloud.

Kaji spit the freshly lit cigarette a good ten feet. "More?!"

"Well, there was Ritsuko and Maya..."

"So you were looking for round five, not round three."

"No." Shinji shook his head. "Ritsuko and Maya were at the same time, and I was left frustrated. As usual."

"Jesus," muttered Kaji. "How the hell did you manage that? Even I haven’t managed both of them at the same time."

"Well, look at me, I’m a walking wet dream."

"Well, why don’t you go fuck yourself?"

Shinji blinked. "Excuse me?"

Kaji grinned. "How would you like bragging rights over that body, once you’re back in your own?"

"That’s just weird...besides, I know what my old size was, and I can definately say I’d like bigger."

"You know, you’ve already accomplished a lot more revenge than you think." Kaji walked over and retrieved his cigarette. "For all that she likes to talk, you know how many men she’s actually had?"

"Not listening...." Shinji finished the cigarette.

"Gonna tell you anyway." Kaji grinned. "Just one."

Shinji’s eyes widened. "What?!"

"Yep. I got her cherry, and no-one else has ever gotten in bed with her since." He took a drag off the cigarette. "Hard to believe, ain’t it?"

"Yeah...I have to increase that number."

"Don’t you realize?" He chuckled. "You’ve gone way past it." He shook his head in amusement. "Ritsuko’s been lustin’ after her since high school, and never gotten anywhere with her."

Shinji frowned. "Why not? She’s always telling me I should be more...liberal."

Kaji flicked the butt of his cigarette. "She regrets the chances she passed up. That’s probably why she’s living it up now."

"I’m glad you could all make it today."

Ritsuko’s gaze settled upon Shinji, and the boy at least had the grace to look abashed. ’As well he should’, thought Asuka. ’Leaving us in the lurch like he did yesterday.’

"We’re going to repeat Thursday’s experiment, with the uncontrolled, unsyncable element. I think we can all agree that there is no-one more uncontrolled than Misato?"

"Now, that’s not fair!" Shinji looked upset. "It’s not really my--" He paused. "It’s not my superior officer who needs to be synced with the EVA, right?"

She noted, however, that Misato had an odd grin. "Well, it is true I tend to make things worse, but what’s to say I won’t be able? After all, who would reject all this?"

Shinji ground his teeth, and Asuka smirked. ’Like hell he isn’t getting anything from her.’

Asuka noted Misato seemed different, but she wasn’t sure exactly how. The older woman’s eyes kept stealing glances at her plugsuit-clad body. Asuka couldn’t help but feel a small bit of pride, but at the same time wondered, if Misato was bi, how come she didn’t notice earlier.

Still, at least *someone* was looking. Shinji was a bit too distracted, and Rei...well, she was still the same plastic doll, last night’s fun and games notwithstanding.

And Kaji, in the background, was staring at Misato with more lust than usual. Dammit, why wouldn’t he look at *her* like that?

Asuka fumed a bit more to herself, but refused to speak up about it like usual. Something from last night seemed to change her, but she wasn’t sure how. She first went a long with the game ,at least in her own mind, to get what she wanted. But, as the game ended, she found herself enthralled by her two partners.

She’d been attracted to Shinji at first, but she had no tolerance for spineless wimps. And that was exactly what he’d been...up until Friday night, when he’d turned the tables so exactly on her. And since then, he’d definitely been large and in charge.

Very large.

Asuka noted the last part with a slight mixture of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t even remember why she agreed to let Shinji penetrate her. She definitely enjoyed it, but the ramifications of the act stuck in her mind.

She jerked back to the briefing, realizing she’d missed a sentence or two.

"Asuka and Rei will be providing ballast, so to speak. They will be acting as a stabilizing influence. Shinji’s role will be as a conduit, almost like a live dummy plug."

Finally, a chance. "Well, given his normal piloting skills, not to mention his intelligence level, ’dummy plug’ is a good role for him."

Shinji shot her a knowing glance, and Asuka immediately bit her lip and looked down, almost as a reflex.

He glanced back to Ritsuko. "All right. I’ll be a plug for Misato. Got it."

Ritsuko nodded as she took a step away from Kaji, very nearly pushing the older man off her. Asuka’s rage flared in her eyes. ’What is with him and those older women?’

"I’m not an expert on lovely ladies now?" Kaji responded.

Shinji piped up. "Obviously not, since you keep ignoring Asuka."

Kaji looked down at Shinji and grinned. "I don’t believe the laws in Japan have changed since I last left."

"Oh, yes. I forgot. She’s just a kid."

Asuka ground her teeth. "Shinji, if you don’t shut up--"

Shinji shot her another glare, and Asuka looked down again, like an obedient puppy.

Misato yawned and made a very exaggerated stretch. Kaji glanced, but tried to be discreet. Shinji narrowed his eyes, while Asuka rolled hers. ’Why does she try to make a major production out of every move she makes? She’s such a tease.’

"Can we get this show on the road, Ritsuko? I’m getting bored."

Ritsuko glanced over. "You know, Misato, this might be better accomplished if we get you in a plugsuit as well. I think we have one that would fit. Of course, we’d have to get it adjusted for you..."

"Oh, Misato in a plugsuit. Gotta see it." Kaji snickered.

Misato shook her head. "No. Let’s not go there again. Just the halo, or whatever the hell it’s called."

Asuka sighed to herself. ’Thank god. Last thing I want to see is an old maid in a plugsuit.’

Ritsuko checked her terminal, then said, "Okay, Misato. Take a seat, put on the halo. You three, get to the plugs."

Asuka watched Misato stroll over to the chair and sat, again, she made a huge production of it, her hips swiveled quite a bit more than normal, and she of course had to primp her hair after sitting.

Kaji watched her wander over, then stepped up behind Ritsuko. "She seems a bit off balance today. Maybe we should postpone the test until she’s feeling more like herself?"

Misato grinned. "I’ve been feeling myself for at least the last two days."

"Oh. Well, in that case, I imagine you’re played out." Kaji reached around Ritsuko, and cupped her breasts. "Maybe I need a new toy...?"

Ritsuko’s eyes widened in shock.

So did Asuka’s. ’Dammit, why the hell is he playing around with her now? And Misato’s gonna explode any second now...’

"Fine by me. I need a break."

Her shock turned to complete consternation.

"Just be sure to give her back when you’re done, all right?" Misato added, again, adjusting her hair a bit, and making sure the halo was secure.

Asuka’s jaw was working, but she couldn’t produce any sound. She looked over at Shinji...and was befuddled even further. The boy looked like he was about to blow a fuse. His teeth were grinding, his fists clenched, and his face almost the same colour as Asuka’s plugsuit.

But almost as soon as she saw it, it was gone, and Shinji waved a hand in their direction. "I’ll be in my plug, whenever you two decide you’re done." He turned and stalked from the lab.

Asuka turned to follow him, her mind in a whirl. The whole damn planet seemed to be conspiring to confuse her today. Kaji feeling up Ritsuko, Misato not caring, and *Shinji* getting angry?

Misato acting like a sexpot, however, that was totally usual. But there was something definitely unusual about the tone of it. Asuka shook her head in confusion and tried to clear her mind of these strange facts before her test. At least she could prove her superiority to Shinji in at least one way: in the sync test.

Absorbed in her reflection of the incident, she failed to note that Shinji had stopped halfway down the hallway, and bumped into him. She stepped back, and opened her mouth to berate him for being in the road, but paused when she saw that his anger had returned.

"Why didn’t you say anything?" He glared at her. "I know how you feel about him. How could you just stand there and..." He waved his hands.

"I was... waiting for permission." Asuka admitted, her eyes down on the floor.

Shinji’s jaw dropped. "But..." He shook his head. "Okay, you’ve officially wierded me out. I figured it was just a bedroom game, but--" He sighed. "Look, can we talk about this after the test? There’s a park of sorts down near the lake, in the Geofront."

Asuka wordlessly nodded.

"That isn’t an order. I give you permission to refuse, if you don’t want to discuss it."

"I do want to discuss it." Asuka looked up, knowing that her confusion was obvious. "I need to understand what the hell’s going on around here."

***

Ritsuko grabbed Kaji’s hands and forced them down. She stepped away from him, turned, and slapped him soundly across the cheek.

"You can’t really blame him, Ritsuko." Shinji noted playfully.

"Dammit, Misato!" She whirled on him. "How can you sit there like that?" She turned back to Kaji. "You--" She slapped him again.

"Hey! You already got yours in."

"That was for Asuka. You stupid, selfish bastard! You know how she feels about you!"

"Yeah." He rubbed his cheek. "And she seems impervious to the word ’no’. I gotta do something to deflect her."

"Kaji knows the word ’no’? That’s a first." Shinji teased. "Ritsuko, did Kaji grab you a bit too roughly? If so, I can massage the pain away."

"Put a sock in it," she growled. "You’re supposed to be angry and jealous, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Shinji shrugged. "Guess that happens sometimes. I’m a ditz, remember?"

"Look, Ritsuko." Kaji raised his hands. "Misato and I have had a bit of a discussion, and we’ve decided that we’re a bit too adult to be carrying on the way we have. She knows me better than she’d like to admit, after all."

"And you know me, I’m pretty much stuck on women by now too." Shinji added.

Ritsuko’s jaw dropped.

"Now come on, Misato," chided Kaji. "We both know that you’d never give up men. For that to happen...well, you’d need to be someone totally different, right?"

"I’ve just decided after seeing myself in the mirror time and again that I just love breasts." Shinji hefted his own pair as emphasis. "Your rack is really cute too, Ritsuko."

"AARGH!" Ritsuko threw her hands in the air. "You two--" She turned, and pointed at Kaji. "If you’re not going to leave, at least make yourself useful."

"I thought I was."

"Sit down, shut up, and keep an eye on that terminal." She turned to Shinji. "And you. First off, button your lip. Second, put these A10 clips on." She tossed a pair to him.

Shinji sighed. "Fine, but after this is done, you will see me in the locker room, right? I’ve got this itch, Doctor, that I really need scratched."

"Then scratch it yourself!"

"I tried that, but my tenants are complaining about the noise I make, plus my ’backscratcher’ eats up a lot of power."

Ritsuko’s control seemed to be fraying; she stalked up to Shinji. "First."

He nodded, and pinched his lips between forefinger and thumb.

"Second."

He raised the clips, then paused. "Uh...Doc. This one’s busted."

"It’s just the housing. The clip still works. And it’s one of the ones we used on Thursday."

"I don’t know whether to be angry at this clip or thankful," Shinji muttered as he clipped it into his hair.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that." Ritsuko leaned in a little closer, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "And watch your bloody mouth. The last thing we need is for Kaji to find out the exact results of Thursday’s experiment."

Kaji raised his hand. "Found out two hours ago."

Ritsuko whirled, and smacked a button. Blast doors slid down over both lab exits. She turned and stalked up to Kaji, then smiled sweetly.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Could you repeat it, please?"

"I knew about this ’change of address’ about two hours ago."

"Fuck." She sighed. "What tipped you off?"

"The way she writhed like a virgin."

Ritsuko took a step back, mouth working like a beached fish. She turned to Shinji, and said, "Please tell me he’s joking."

"Hey look, you left me painfully unsatisfied, Ritsuko. What did you expect me to do?"

"Yes, but... god, you’re a boy!"

"Do I LOOK like a boy?"

"Whoa. Wait a minute." Kaji raised a hand. "You and Ritsuko?"

"It really wasn’t that great. She’s a very selfish lover."

"Damn, kid. Even I never got into her pants."

"Who are you calling selfish?" snapped Ritsuko. "If you and Maya had done--" She clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Three partners, only two orgasmed. Selfish?"

"Maya? As in, Lieutenant Ibuki, with the nice arse?" Kaji laughed. "And that classmate of yours, all in one day?"

Shinji sighed. "All this is doing is reminding me that I barely got any good orgasms today. Can we just finish these tests so I can get home and play with myself like crazy?"

Ritsuko raised her eyebrow. "You’re being very blunt today Shinji."

"Horniness can do that."

Ritsuko opened her mouth to retort, then paused. "Wait. Classmate?"

"Having trouble keeping up with current events?" chuckled Kaji.

"It’s nothing," Shinji waved off. "I wouldn’t even say it counted, for as little it did."

"But--" Ritsuko was starting to look dizzy. "But he’d be underage. Do you have any idea what that might do to Misato’s reputation if he tells anyone?"

"Considering that Misato was trying to make me look gay?" Shinji grinned evilly.

"Not to mention, she’s been banging Rei and Asuka," offered Kaji helpfully.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?"

"I’m a sexually repressed teenage boy in a sexually mature adult female body." Shinji answered casually.

"And Misato is a sexually liberated woman in a fresh, young body," added Kaji.

"So can we get this test finished? All this talk of sex is really getting me horny."

Ritsuko glared at him, then sighed. "I’m going to have to do hours of damage control to clean up after you two irresponsible idiots." She glared at Kaji. "You’re going to help, since for once, you’re being more responsible than them."

"So which of you two will join me tonight?" Shinji asked.

"Oh, hey, not me." Kaji raised his hands. "I’ve just been given some homework by the boss lady over here."

"And you, boss lady?" Shinji asked playfully, batting his eyes.

"Like I said," she said irritably. "Damage control. Irresponsible idiots. Kapisch?"

"Well, if you leave me unsatisfied a second time, who know what damage may happen..."

"Do I really need to fit you in a chastity belt?" Ritsuko narrowed her eyes.

Kaji snickered. "Why not look up Ibuki? Maybe she’s up for another round?"

"Great idea! Thanks, Kaji!"

"This is all my fault, isn’t it?" Ritsuko rolled her eyes. "I told you to look at the bright side, and hey! You did."

"Not totally. I did experiment before I even talked to you."

"Then it’s just my bad karma coming to roost over me." She knuckled her forehead. "Kaji, get me some Tylenol. Extra strength, with codeine."

Kaji obliged and tossed the bottle over to the good doctor. Ritsuko deftly caught it. "So how come you aren’t upset? There’s a teenage boy having sexual escapades in your precious Misato’s body."

"That body has had more than its fair share of sexual escapades before it got to me." She tossed back two of the pills, dry, then pulled a cigarette from its pack.

"And it will have plently more after." Shinji agreed.

Ritsuko’s only answer to that was a groan.

***

"You performed your duties with more than usual diligence today, Pilot Sohryu." Rei was running a comb through her hair. "I cannot help but believe that this will improve your piloting as well."

Asuka didn’t answer, her eyes glued to the floor. She felt the need to choose her words with greater care after last night.

Rei raised an eyebrow. "And you are ignoring me completely."

"Sorry," Asuka whispered.

"No apology is required." Rei set down the comb, and considered her appearance in the mirror. "I assume that the events of last night have left you a bit uncertain of yourself?"

"The opposite I believe," the redhead answered again.

"Indeed?" Rei glanced back at her. "I still admit to not properly understanding emotions and their effects. Will you enlighten me?"

"I’m not sure how to explain it, so I probably shouldn’t."

"I take it that this is out of a desire to keep your own secrets? And not to merely avoid the subject."

"Can we please not talk about it?" Asuka asked.

"You have not referred to me as a ’doll’ or a ’puppet’ in some time. Perhaps you would feel better if you did so?"

"Perhaps I should?"

Rei’s surprise was, for once, visible. "I think perhaps we should meet with Pilot Ikari."

"I agree. We should see him."

"Before we do so, however..." She indicated Asuka’s naked form. "I would suggest a shower and clothing."

Asuka looked down at herself. "Oh, right."

***

The two entered the cafeteria, Asuka’s hair still wet and bound up. Shinji stood as the two entered. "What took so long?"

"Girl talk."

He looked at Rei oddly. "Since when?"

Rei’s expression didn’t change, but Asuka could swear she could hear a smirk in her tone. "It may have escaped your notice, Pilot Ikari, but Pilot Sohryu and I are both female."

"Ah, right. I need to remember that. Rei, can you wait for us? I need to talk to Asuka alone for a few minutes."

"It would be best, if you wish a private conversation, if you were to adjourn to somewhere with less of a security presence." Rei’s eyes flicked up to the cameras. "I am unaware of sound recording capabilities, but I know that the video cameras are constantly monitored."

"Asuka and I are actually going to be talking out at the geofront. Like I said, it may take a few minutes."

Rei considered this, then said, "I know of an area known to be unmonitored. In fact, I do not think it is possible to monitor it. Shall I take you there?"

"Good idea."

Rei turned and left the cafeteria. "Follow me."

The area she led them to turned out to be in the park. It still puzzled Asuka why there was a park, especially one the size of Liechenstein, in the Geofront.

The clearing was nestled up to the natural stone of the Geofront, with a small waterfall on one side and nothing but trees on any other side.

Shinji looked around the clearing. "White noise to block any recording devices...no place to mount a camera...good idea."

Asuka nervously rubbed her hands together, uncertain what would happen next.

"I will wait for you at my apartment. Is that satisfactory?" Rei asked.

"Sounds perfect."

Rei turned to Asuka. "I have some idea of the discussion that you two will be having."

"Gratitude is also not required." Rei’s expression did not change.

***

"I don’t know where the hell they went!" Ritsuko threw her hands up. "They just wandered off of camera thirteen, and never turned up again."

Fuyutsuki scowled. "No protective agents are assigned to them while they are in the Geofront, but to simply lose them is worrisome." He turned to Shinji. "Captain Katsuragi. They are your responsibility. Find them."

"Yes sir!" Shinji snapped crisply. amazed at the reflex.

"Wait, there’s Rei." Kaji looked at a screen. "Camera thirteen again, coming back the way they went."

Kaji frowned. "I know this path."

"Oh?" Ritsuko walked over to the monitor. "Where does it go?"

"A little clearing. No cameras, no microphones."

Fuyutsuki groaned. "Great. Hopefully, Katsuragi gets there before they do anything stupid."

"Two sexually frustrated teenagers, left alone in an idyllic woods near a romantic waterfall in the only unmonitored part of the Geofront?" Kaji shrugged. "What trouble could they get into?"

The path was not precisely straight, and obviously not well travelled. Weeds sprung up from the hard-packed earth, and the occasional branch had to be pushed out of his way as Shinji followed it. "If I was shorter, I bet I wouldn’t hit so many branches..." Shinji noted, the richness of the irony not escaping him.

He glanced up as he passed camera thirteen, attached to the outside of an armoury shed. Out of impulse, he flipped it the bird, then continued along the path. The trail dog-legged twice before reaching the outcropping of the Geofront wall, near the aforementioned waterfall. He slowed down; the plants underfoot were slick and wet, and he was still wearing those thrice-damned high heels.

The sound of voices ahead made him slow even further, and he grinned. Finally, a chance to find out exactly what Misato had been up to in his body! He kneelt onto the wet ground and peered through the foliage, not caring that he was getting Misato’s pantyhose muddy.

There, through the trees and past a boulder. The noise of the waterfall might make hash of recording devices, but the human ear was superior to any such. He could make out their words.

"..like yesterday?" he heard Asuka’s voice.

"I thought we were going to talk." His own voice, but he’d never heard himself speak so...confidently?

"... would rather enjoy... was really good.... don’t you?"

He was missing too much; he had to risk getting a bit closer. And that would probably ruin the dress, but...

Months of practice with Aida - mostly at Aida’s insistence - paid off. He dropped prone, and inched up to the boulder. A bush next to the boulder provided additional cover, and he was now within ten feet, and could hear more clearly.

"Yes, I did enjoy yesterday," said Misato. "But I get the feeling that you found out something new about yourself. I wasn’t really expecting that."

Shinji settled himself somewhat more comfortably and noted that crawling with boobs was much different than with his usual flat chest. ’And she was in the military with these things?’ he thought.

"Yes, I did find out something," the redhead admitted.

"You found out you liked someone else being in charge?"

"I wouldn’t say it like that." Asuka answered. "I want approval."

Misato looked a bit puzzled. "I’ll admit that almost every teenager wants approval. But that doesn’t mean that every teenager is a ready-made sub."

Sub? Shinji felt he’d missed too much of the conversation. Substitute? Subtraction?

Submissive?

"Look, I’d rather not talk about my past, if that’s all right. Can you just do it to me again?"

"I’m all of a sudden not so sure I should." Misato raised a hand. "And that’s not pillow talk, all right? I’m feeling a bit guilty here."

"I’m willing. Where is the guilt?" Asuka answered. Her hand stroked Misato’s cheek.

Misato grabbed her hand. "The guilt comes from the fact that two days ago, you wouldn’t even give me the time of day. Then I pulled a cheap shot, and--"

"You won me. Fair and square. Am I not your prize?"

Misato looked down. "All right, all right. So what would you like today?"

Asuka looked down. "Whatever you would favour me with, Master."

It took all of Shinji’s willpower not to scream, "What the fuck?"

"Get on your hands and knees." Misato commanded.

Asuka hastily complied, adjusting her skirt so as not to allow it to drag in the mud.

Misato glanced around. "This close to the falls, there’s too much mud. I don’t want to get my clothes dirty. Take yours off, and spread them on the ground."

Asuka nodded, and eagerly unbuttoned her jumper. Shinji felt his breath quicken as she pulled it over her head, and started to unbutton the shirt. That soon joined the jumper on the ground, leaving her only in bra and panties.

Misato examined her form. "I see we didn’t leave any marks on you last night."

Shinji couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marks? Sub? Master? Part of his mind was in turmoil, he wanted to jump up and scream, scold them. But, another part wanted to watch, see how much Misato cowed the great Asuka.

"Did you intend to leave marks, Master?"

Misato shook her head. "Not without a contract, I wouldn’t. We’ve dabbled in domination/submission so far, but unless you enjoy a bit of pain, I think we should keep it at the level we’ve enjoyed so far."

"Thank you, Master." Asuka then unclipped her bra and stepped out of her panties, her bare skin starting to shiver.

Misato picked up the bra, and considered it. "This is pretty robust, but I don’t think I want to risk damaging it." She dropped it, and unbuckled her belt, and pulled it from the belt loops.

"Are you going to punish me with that, Master?"

"No." He glanced over at the redhead. "As we agreed, we’re not going that far today. Put your arms behind your back, hands on your elbows."

Shinji watched as Asuka eagerly took the position. It was odd to hear his voice with that tone of command...too odd. He was amazed that Asuka hadn’t figured out yet that something was up.

Actually, there was little that wasn’t amazing him today. Such as the sight of himself wrapping the belt around Asuka’s crossed arms, behind her back.

But he had to admit, he liked what the position did to Asuka’s bust.

Misato stepped back, and examined her handiwork. "Is that uncomfortable?"

"No, it’s fine, Master. Please continue," Asuka responded.

Shinji felt a very familiar stirring in his adult body, and realized that he was now fully aroused.

"You’re still wearing your socks and shoes."

"I thought it would please you?"

"And I thought I told you to undress."

"I’m sorry!" Asuka squeaked as she attempted to kick her shoes off.

Misato shook her head. "You’re not going to be able to manage that. Not with the laces tied." He walked around behind her, and knelt on the skirt of the jumper. "But you did disobey me."

"Punish me, Master."

"Oh, I intend to." She reached down, grasping her foot, and gently pried the shoe off, then tossed it to the side. "But we have limits in play, so I have to find a punishment that won’t exceed them." She slowly rolled down the sock, taking exaggerated care, then tossed it aside as well. "Let me think..." She grinned evilly, then slowly and gently ran a hand along her spine.

Asuka shivered and her body hunched from the touch, and a light gasp left her lips. Shinji cursed his position, laying down on the mud, unable to move. He could feel his nipples pressing against the mud and could only imagine how wet he was.

"Are you ticklish, Asuka?"

"Yes, master."

"Oh. Good." She ran a finger down the sole of her bare foot.

Asuka jerked, and nearly pitched face forward in the mud. Only Misato’s hand on her ankle kept her from faceplanting. She waited until the redhead was stable, and said, "Until we are done here, I want to hear no noise from you. Unless I ask you a question, I want complete silence. Do you understand?"

Asuka nodded.

"I just asked you a question. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"If I hear any other noise from you, I will stop whatever I am doing. Understood?"

"Yes."

Misato nodded, and unlaced her other shoe. "What sort of fantasies did you use to have, when you played with yourself? Before we started having sex, that is?"

"That Kaji would finally come to me at night..."

"Kaji, eh?" She frowned, though Asuka could not see it. "Why him? What do you see in that guy?"

"I like rogues."

Misato ran a hand along the back of Asuka’s thigh, then up her backside. Asuka shivered under the touch, but held back a gasp, and Misato smiled. "I see that you can learn, after all." She untied her shoes, and stepped out of them, then pulled off her socks and pants, leaving herself only in the boxers.

"How badly do you want me?" Misato asked.

"It’s all I could think about today, Master."

"Good answer," Misato answerd with a smile as she pulled the boxers off. Shinji’s eyes bulged. He never remembered being that well-hung, or being that hard before.

Misato walked around in front of Asuka, her cock just below her chin. "Sit back on your heels."

Asuka dropped down to a seated position, adjusting her heels as she did so. Misato smiled, and reached down to stroke her face.

"What did you enjoy most yesterday, Asuka?"

"I enjoyed all of it, Master. But..."

"But?"

"I most enjoyed having you inside me."

"Are you asking me to?"

"No, Master."

"Why not? Do you regret it now?"

"No. It’s not my place to beg."

"But it is. Have you forgotten that?" She stopped caressing Asuka’s face, and moved her fingers to the girl’s lips. "Open your mouth."

Asuka complied, her lips parted.

Misato slipped two fingers into Asuka’s mouth. "Remember how all this started? I want to see if you’ve learned anything new."

Asuka started to suck on the fingers offered in her mouth, slowly, sensually.

Misato smiled. "Yes, I see you’ve been doing your homework. Better erase the internet logs before Misato thinks to check them."

Shinji squirmed in frustration; the burning between his legs was reaching nearly painful proportions, and still he could do nothing to relieve the tension.

Misato slowly drew her fingers from Asuka’s mouth. "That was surprisingly pleasant, I have to admit. But if we waste too much time, someone’s gonna come looking for us." She stepped forward. "Do you want this inside you?"

Asuka eagerly nodded. "More than anything else."

"Good to hear. Open your mouth."

Asuka opened her mouth as wide as she could. She leaned forward, and engulfed Misato’s cock, taking in almost the entire length.

Shinji’s eyes went wide. Never in his life would he imagine Asuka would do such a thing for him.

"No teeth this time. You *have* improved." Misato gasped as Asuka pulled back, leaving her cock - ’My cock!’ thought Shinji wildly - glistening with saliva.

Asuka dived down on it again, this time taking in the entire length. She shuddered a bit as she did so, and Misato moaned. She repeated the action, more quickly this time, and Shinji shuddered himself. He could not help but visualize it: Asuka going down on him. He couldn’t help but imagine himself in his own body, with the hottest girl in the school polishing his cock.

Their attention was firmly on each other, and he took advantage of their distraction, shifting his position to push a hand down between his legs.

Shinji stroked his lower lips in a feverish pitch. Even with eveything that had happened to him, he couldn’t imagine himself hornier than he was at that moment. He peeked through the bushes and saw Asuka pull off again, only to lavish Misato’s cock with kisses and soft licks, almost hungry for what it had to offer.

"Damn, Asuka. You’re good." Misato grinned down at the redheaded nympho.

Asuka did not respond, and Shinji had no doubts as to why. She took Misato’s cock into her mouth again, and bobbed back and forth on it faster than before. Shinji increased his own tempo to match, but he knew his old body’s limits, and felt certain that he wasn’t going to reach his peak before Misato did.

He shifted his weight again, pushing his weight back up on his knees to spread his thighs apart, his finger diving in and out as fast as possible, his hips bucking against his hand in time. He was sure he was making noise, but he really didn’t care at this point.

Luckily, neither did the other two. Misato stiffened, and let out a gasping cry. Asuka jerked, and pulled off of her cock, only to catch a shot of cum across the face. The next two shots splashed across her breasts. Misato gasped again, and dropped to her knees.

Shinji’s eyes went wide, he tried to slow his hand as he watched, amazed at the sheer volume his old body seemed to now be capable of. ’I was never able to shoot off that much!’

Misato caught her breath, and said, "That was a good warmup. Do you want more?"

Asuka nodded as she licked the sides of her lips. "Yes please."

"All righty then." She stood up and walked around behind the redhead. Shinji froze, and waited until she’d knelt behind the girl before resuming his careful, slow rubbing.

"Lean forward, Asuka, and spread your feet a bit."

Shinji watched, bringing his other hand up to a mud covered breast and started a slow massaging action.

Asuka leaned forward, slowly and gingerly. Misato watched, then said, "That’s not really what I meant. Is there some difficulty?"

"No difficulty, master." Asuka answered as she settled into position.

"I want your butt up in the air. Can’t you manage that?"

"If...if I do that, Master, my face will be right down in the mud."

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"More than anything, Master."

"From behind?"

"Yes, Master."

"Only dirty girls like to be fucked from behind."

The expression on Asuka’s face was a mix of arousal and realization. She leaned forwards more, her ass coming off of her heels, until her face made contact with the earth. Shinji realized that she was now looking directly at him.

Misato examined her position, and said, "That’s better." She stroked her cock a bit, and added, "I’m gonna need a few minutes to recharge, though...What should I do in the meantime?"

"Play with me, master?"

"I could do that, yes." Misato reached down, and stroked the sole of her foot. "But where?"

"Anywhere you want."

She stroked the foot a little more firmly and quickly. "Anywhere?"

Asuka jerked at the touch. "Anywhere, Master, but..."

Misato continued to tickle her. "Is there somewhere you’d prefer?"

"My back, master."

"Your back isn’t the most accessible right now. Your ass is in the way." She relented, and ran her hand gently along Asuka’s calf, then up the thigh.

Asuka gasped, and shuddered, her breasts digging into the mud. Shinji’s hands increased their tempo again, not responding to the messages from his brain insisting he should remain quiet and still. From what he’d seen so far, there wasn’t a single square centimetre of skin that didn’t turn Asuka on; if he’d ever worked up the nerve to touch her, *anywhere*, that could’ve been him over there with her...

"I heard a sound."

Shinji cursed mentally. ’Stupid bitch.’

"I’m going to stop for a minute now." She withdrew her hand, and Asuka clenched her teeth in frustration. "It’s your own fault. I did warn you, didn’t I?"

Asuka whispered, "Yes..."

"Are you going to keep silent next time?"

"Yes Master."

Shinji noted that Misato was starting to recover; he wasn’t surprised. Seeing Asuka being ground into the dirt - most literally - was proving far more erotic than he’d ever imagined it could be.

He cursed his position right now. Asuka was now revealed to be so sensitive she would beg for sex from the lightest touch, his cock was rock hard, rigid, and inches from her body, and here he was, yards away in the body of the most sexually frustrated woman in japan, fingering himself.

God in heaven, he hoped that Ritsuko found a cure soon!

Misato glanced up at the domed ceiling, then said, "I think we can resume now. Where do you want me to touch you?"

"My slit," she asked.

"Here?" Misato ran a hand along her pussy, one finger pressing in along the length of her slit.

Asuka shivered, but managed to contain any noise. When she could risk her voice, she said, "Yes, more please, Master."

Misato’s other hand drifted down, and lazily stroked her cock. The other rubbed small circles, stimulating the redhead’s clit, and Asuka shuddered in time. Her eyes closed and her mouth gaped open, but she remained silent.

"I think I’ve fully recovered now." Both of Misato’s hands stopped their activities. "And I can feel that you’re more than ready." She shifted her position, kneeling between Asuka’s legs. "Do you want this?" She lifted her cock, allowing the head to contact Asuka’s pussy, and stroked it along her length.

"Y..Yes!"

"I’m not convinced. Do you really want it?"

"Yes, Shinji! I really want it!"

"You called me Shinji, and you’re not asking properly." She moved away a bit. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes! Please, Master, fuck me! I beg you, fuck me like a dirty whore!"

Shinji damn near came on the spot, but Misato had more control at this point. She moved back up , and stroked the head of her cock along Asuka’s slit once more, before running it into her.

Shinji pushed his fingers in deeper and deeper, watching intently.

Misato started moving against her, developing a slow but steady rhythm. One hand cupped her hip, fingers at the hollow, and the other rested on her ass. Asuka’s hands, still tied above her back, clenched into fists as she rocked back and forth, adding her movements to the rhythm.

Shinji’s own rhythm built in speed as well, as he added another finger inside, his other hand roughly pinching through his blouse. He was certain he was going to be sore when he was done, but at the moment he didn’t really give a damn.

Misato sped up a bit, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh clearly audible over the sound of the waterfall. "Are you enjoying this, whore?"

"More than anything ever before!" Asuka cried out.

Misato stopped long enough to adjust her position, then resumed at a quicker pace. Shinji paused when she did, then started up again, his fingers matching her pace. Misato’s thumb slipped down between Asuka’s ass-cheeks, and pressed down lightly on her rosebud, and Asuka shuddered, clenching her teeth to keep from groaning.

"Are you going to cum, Asuka?"

"Not.... not until I get permission, Master."

She picked up the pace again. "How close are you?"

"Very, but I can...ahh...hold it."

"I’ve got bad news for you, Asuka. It’s called second wind stamina. I could go for another hour. Can you last another hour?"

"If... if you want me to," Asuka meekly answered.

Shinji’s eyes went wide. ’So that’s how Aida was able to keep on going!’

"And if you fail? How should I punish you?" Misato paused again, and adjusted herself, and Shinji realized it was so that she could penetrate even deeper.

"However you see fit, Master."

"I wasn’t asking for your permission, whore." Misato’s voice was sharp, and she sped up again. "I was asking for your opinion." Her thumb rubbed the redhead’s ass again, and Asuka squirmed, shuddering, her face pressed into the mud. "How should I punish you if you cum before me?"

"By spanking, master."

Shinji shuddered as a low-level orgasm wracked him, but somehow managed to avoid yelling out. Just the thought of turning Asuka over his knee was enough to bring him off.

"No, Asuka." Misato shook her head. "Remember, no pain this time around. If you decide you want to go that far, we’re going to need some more safeguards in place." She picked up the tempo even more, and Asuka shuddered again, her back arching.

"Perhaps I could cut you off for a week. Would that be an appropriate punishment?"

"Yes, Master."

"Of course, that would mean I’d have to play with Rei." She increased speed again, her strokes shortening to compensate. "Maybe I’d make you watch. How would you like to watch me getting Rei off?"

"I would like it very much, Master."

Shinji shuddered again, and pressed his face into the mud to keep from screaming. And still, the fire didn’t abate; he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

"Oh, God!" He looked up, as Asuka screamed. "Mein Gott, Mein Herr!" She bucked, her hands fighting the restraint and her back arching. Her legs gave out, and she slid forward a bit, collapsing prone on the ground. Misato’s cock popped free, glistening with Asuka’s juices, and she collapsed backwards as well, propping herself up with her hands.

For a few minutes, the only sound in the clearing was the two teenagers gasping for breath. Finally, Misato leaned forward, and released the belt.

"I’m sorry, Master..." Asuka opened her eyes a crack...then all the way, wide with shock. "Misato!"

Shinji quickly turned around and slid out of view as much as possible. ’Crap!’ he thought.

"Misato’s here?" She rolled her eyes. "Crud. All right, come on out."

Shinji slowly stood. Misato looked him up and down.

"You’ve wrecked that dress."

"Well, I didn’t want to interrupt."

She chuckled. "Fair enough."

Shinji indicated the still-prone redhead. "Looks like you’ve paralyzed her."

"She’ll recover."

"You really gonna cut her off for a week?"

Misato shrugged. "I don’t know if I’d survive that week. No, I have a better punishment in mind." She turned to Asuka. "You’re filthy. Covered in mud and spunk. Your clothes are dirty too."

Asuka looked at Misato as though she were insane. "Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about?"

Shinji raised a hand. "We’ll discuss this later. Right now, if you show up back at base looking like that, we won’t get to discuss it."

Misato glanced over at the waterfall. "Looks cold."

"Yep."

"Very cold." She turned back to Asuka. "You need to clean yourself and your clothes. There’s some water."

"Okay, there’s the kids." Kaji tapped the screen. "Asuka’s soaking wet; she musta fallen into the pond."

"Where the hell’s Misato?" Fuyutsuki frowned.

"I dunno." Kaji shrugged. "If you want, I can go find her."

"No. I need you to go down to Intelligence, and arrange to have that place properly observed." Fuyutsuki turned. "Lieutenant Hyuuga."

Hyuuga stood up. "Yes sir!"

"Run down to the clearing. You know where it is?"

"Yes sir!"

"And try not to fall in the pond." Fuyutsuki sighed. "Those kids seem to go out of their way to make us look like boneheads."

***

Hyuuga walked through the trees and bushes, finally making it to the clearing. He looked around and at first didn’t see anything, so he took a few more steps, nearly tripping on a pile of clothes.

"What the hell are these--" He blinked, as he realized that they were Misato’s.

Hyuuga heard some light humming and turned towards the stream. There was a figure in the mists, a definitely female figure. He glanced back down at the clothes, and realized that they were caked in mud, far worse than they should have been, had they merely been dropped.

The woman’s voice was definitely in a good mood. He found himself torn. Should he announce his presence, and avoid a possible beating? Or should he take this likely-once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

As with most men, Hyuuga listened with his lower brain, and kept silent.

He watched as Misato settled in the stream, her body from the belly button up was out of the water. She glanced down at her glistening body with a look of approval and ran her fingers over her form. "I wish I could get more action today. Of course that shouldn’t be too hard..."

For one wild, giddy moment, Hyuuga thought she was talking to him. Then he shook his head. ’I’m not *that* lucky.’

Hyuuga slowly stepped a bit closer, minding his feet; it wouldn’t do to reveal his presence just yet. He paused as she shifted in the water, and knelt behind a bush. He glanced down; someone else had hidden here recently. You didn’t need to be Aragorn to read the traces.

Someone with tits. Massive ones, judging by the tracts of land.

Misato’s voice brought him back to the figure in the water, watching as she tilted her head up slightly, one hand disappearing underneath the water. "Mmmm..." She smiled. "Man, watching Asuka get punished like that...Helluva turn-on. This would be so much better if I had access to a dick..."

Damn, this was a quandary. He was far too close to ’just happen’ across her now, but if he snuck back, he could blow his chance.

Assuming he had one; Misato was awfully easy to mis-read sometimes.

Misato shifted again, most likely opening her thighs more under water, her voice gasped even higher. "I need something thicker..."

Oh, fuck it. She’d left her gun at the base; the worst she could do was kick him in the nuts. He stood up. "Need a hand, Misato?"

Misato straightened up, quickly, shocked, and looked up at Hyuuga, her eyes wide in shock.

"Jesus, Hyuuga!" She stuck her fists on her hips. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"The Vice-Commander sent me to find you."

"Oh, well you found me." Misato responded, fists still on her hips, droplets of water running down her firm breasts.

"Yeah..." His momentary courage - madness? - fled him, and he turned away. "Anyway, he wants you back at base."

"Hey come on now, why aren’t you staring?"

He blinked, and turned back. "Two weeks ago, you threatened to gouge out my eyes if I didn’t stop staring. And you were wearing a hell of a lot more then."

"Do you want me to threaten you or let you watch me play with myself?"

Okay. This was getting weird. "You...want me to watch?"

"I didn’t say want. I just said I’d let you."

Hyuuga was shocked, but not beyond words. "Why?"

"Because I’ve never done that before. Had someone watch. I’m curious." She grinned maliciously. "Aren’t you?"

"Well, yeah, I am!" Hyuuga answered.

"So tell me, what part of me really turns you on?"

"Well...your butt, actually."

Misato stepped out of the water and turned around a bit. "This thing? Really?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "It’s obvious you do something to stay in shape, and it shows there. Good muscle tone."

"Thanks," Misato answered as she turned around. "What do you think of my tits though? Most guys just drool over them like crazy."

"Well...I guess I prefer a healthy woman. Your breasts are definitely healthy, but it’s hard to get any muscle tone in them."

"Oh come on, don’t tell you didn’t think of at least eight dirty things you want to do to my tits," Misato teased as she lifted them in her hands and squeezed.

"Oh, at least." He was starting to relax now; he doubted he’d be this candid with her under other circumstances.

"They’re really sensitive. Especially when wet. Of course, my favorite thing is down here," Misato reached down between her legs.

He adjusted his stance, and glanced around for somewhere to sit. It seemed that he had a choice between muddy ground and...more muddy ground.

"Something the matter?" Misato teased as she pushed a finger into herself.

"Well..." He laughed a bit unsteadily. "I was just looking for somewhere to sit."

"I thought you were fit enough to stand up for at least a few minutes..."

He could feel a blush coming on; as usual, she made him feel like a horny teenager. "I sit in front of a console all day. I guess I’m just used to it."

"Ah, I thought you were embarassed because you were having the circus in town," Misato teased a bit more, her thumb now rubbing against the top of her slit.

"You’re not normally this direct."

"Well, actually, I am. Unless I have a reason not to be, like we’re at work." She indicated his pants. "If those are becoming too tight, you could always take them off. I won’t be offended. In fact, I would be offended if you weren’t so hard right now. Would mean I’m doing something wrong."

"A...are you sure?"

"If I wasn’t sure, would I be standing in this pool, playing with myself, while you watched?"

He didn’t see the need to argue that point, but instead unbuttoned the fly and slowly pulled down his pants.

"Tell me, what would you like to do to me right now?"

He looked up in shock. "I--" He scowled, angry at himself. "I shouldn’t even be thinking about doing anything to you. You’re my superior officer, and not just in rank."

"Hmm, really... Maybe i should stop then..." Misato started to pull her hands away from herself.

Quandary again. This time, he decided to let his instincts run the show.

"But I can’t help what I think, right?" He looked up. "In fact, taking you in a little glen like this, near a waterfall...I always liked that idea."

"Ah, just taking? Nothing... exotic?"

He shrugged. "I’m a man of simple tastes."

"I think it more likely you are a man of limited experience. Don’t knock the more exotic until you’ve tried it." Misato stepped closer to Hyuuga. "Well, let’s see what you’re capable of, game?"

"I hope you have good stamina."

He grinned. "I’ll try to keep up."

"You’ll fail." Her answering grin was wicked. "After that time you fit me with the plugsuit, you damn near didn’t make it to the bathroom in time, did you?"

That’s different."

"Yeah," Misato’s grin widened. "That time you didn’t feel me really use my muscles."

What the hell was he getting himself into?

Misato wrapped a hand gently around his cock, grasping it through the fabric of his boxers. "Damn, feels like a steel bar."

yuuga could feel his face sweat. He never imagined Misato would grab him like that. Her fingers lightly stroked him and Hyuuga felt his body start to tense. ’I can’t explode from her just touching me!’ he thought, worried.

"You’re not going to blow on me just yet, are you?" She released his cock, and slid her hands into the waistband of his boxers. "Hmmm...Ever heard of ’second wind stamina?’"

Hyuuga shook his head.

She knelt down before him, pulling his boxers with her, releasing them as they cleared his knees. His cock sprang free from its containment, and Misato looked up in glee. "Oh, you *are* happy to see me, aren’t you?"

He nodded wordlessly.

"Well, I’m happy to see him, too." One hand drifted back down between her legs; the other wrapped around his dick again.

Misato’s hand started to slowly pump while her other hand started to stroke.

Hyuuga twitched; his endurance was not as good as he’d like. "Misato--"

"Too much for you? Or would you like me to use my mouth?"

"Either way, I don’t have long."

"Oh. Well, in that case..." She opened her mouth, and gently sucked in the tip of his cock. The faintest touch of teeth on the head was all he felt at first, but then her tongue flicked the tip, and he jerked. Misato looked a bit surprised as the motion forced him further in.

Misato’s eyes widened. He doubted that she’d expected that. But then, neither had he; pure instinct. Luckily, her instincts were as sharp as he’d been told. She’d swallowed his cock whole without any hint of gagging.

Misato jerked slightly, Hyuuga could barely see that she was really starting to pump in herself with her free hand. He felt as Misato moaned against his cock, sending that shiver up his spine.

She slowly pulled back, allowing her tongue to press along the underside of his cock as she did so, and he shivered. "Oh, man..."

She reached the tip, and dived back down again, taking him even deeper. He spasmed, and she jerked back, teeth scraping the top slightly.

But he barely felt it. For a few intense seconds, all he felt was his cock pumping blast after blast of cum into her mouth.

When his vision returned to something close to normal, he looked down at Misato. She wiped her lip daintily and said, "Not my favourite flavour, I’ll admit, but damn, it’s worth it."

Hyuuga smiled. "I’m glad you think so."

"If you coulda seen your face, you’d understand." She stroked his dick again. "Aww, you’re losing steam."

"After that, are you surprised?"

"Well, You were talking so much about your stamina..."

"All I said is that I’d try to keep up. Not that I’d succeed."

Misato stood up again. "Maybe you just need to rub my tits for luck?"

He cupped them experimentally, one thumb brushing a nipple. "Maybe. We can try." He noted that her nipples were hard enough to cut glass; was it the cold? Or was it him?

"Mm, yeah, I like that. Twist them, gently. Remember, you’re not tuning a radio..."

"Like this?" He grasped one between forefinger and thumb, and pinched, just hard enough to feel it tense under his grip.

"Ooh, yes. Just like that." Misato grinned.

He pinched the other, just a tiny bit harder, then ran one hand down her belly, across her scar - he’d seen that before, when she’d worn the bikini, but had no idea where she’d gotten it - and into her curly pubic hair. "How about here?"

"Yeah, can’t you feel how warm I am down there?"

He ran his fingers into her folds, and captured her clit between two fingers. "As a matter of fact, yeah, I can."

"Oh God, keep rubbing it!"

She leaned against him, her tits pressing into his chest, and he grinned. ’Damn. I know I ain’t the world’s greatest lover, but I seem to be hitting all her best buttons.’

He drew his hand back slowly, fingers pressed against her clit, then shifted a digit over top of it, and pressed down lightly. She responded with a shuddering gasp, and he rubbed it in small circles. She shivered against him, and reached down to grasp his still soft cock in her hand.

"I think a bit more effort is required." He pulled his hand away, ignoring her whimper. "Feel like lying down?"

Misato nodded. She released him, and sat down on the muddy grass, then leaned back, hands folded above her head.

"Look inviting enough?"

"Good enough to eat." He quickly put action to words, and knelt between her legs. She was most definitely hot and bothered; he could smell her arousal clearly enough. One hand parted her folds, and he took a long, slow taste.

Misato shuddered. "God, yeah." Her fingers dug into the muddy soil. "Don’t stop."

Hyuuga continued, pressing his tongue inside. Misato’s legs twitched uncontrollably, and her breath was coming in ragged mews. Hyuuga stopped, carefully removed his glasses and set them aside, then dived back in.

He brought both hands into play this time, opening her folds and pushing the hood back to expose her clit completely. He lashed it with his tongue, and Misato cried out hoarsely.

"Go on! More!" she demanded, her hips lifting up off the mud.

He ran two fingers into her opening, noting with a bit of surprise that she was beyond wet; she was practically dripping. But it made for easy passage. His fingers worked in and out of her cunt as he continued to lick her clit.

"H...hard enough yet?"

He paused, and said, "Yep." Then leaned back in, licking harder and faster.

"S..stick it in then!"

He didn’t answer; he didn’t want to let up the pressure. Her muscles were vibrating under his hand, and he wasn’t sure she was still breathing.

"Hyuuga, I need you--" She gasped, and shuddered deeply. "I need you inside me, right--Oh!" Another shudder. "Actually, it can wait for just a few--Oh, GOD!"

Hyuuga grinned. He was rock hard again, and it seems Misato was well more than willing.

But still he didn’t let up the pressure. A third finger joined the other two; Misato was surprisingly tight, but she was also extremely wet. He pressed down harder with his tongue, and began rubbing rather than licking, small circles around the edges, pressing inward.

It took maybe fifteen more seconds. Misato’s body arched upwards, pressing her cunt against his mouth. All noise from her ceased; her face was frozen, mouth open, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Then she collapsed, bonelessly, and let out a deep moan.

"That... one was amazing. You ready?" she panted.

"Oh, yeah." He shifted upwards, and pressed against her opening. "Ready when you are."

"Well, for God’s sake, don’t hesitate!"

Hyuuga thrust all at once, lifting Misato’s butt off the mud.

"Oh, fuck!" Misato gasped. "Oh, yes." Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in tight.

Hyuuga didn’t need much encouragement as he lifted her butt up higher and started a steady rhythm. He was surprised at the strength in her legs; She pulled him in on each stroke, seemingly anxious to get every centimetre he had to offer. Misato grunted with each thrust, the sound of her voice and the slap of flesh filled the small clearing.

Her tits gainaxed at the end of each stroke, and he leaned down and grasped a nipple between his lips. She moaned as he did so, but kept up the rhythm.

***

"Hey." Kaji glanced over at the two Pilots. "Where the hell did you two take off to?"

"Oh, just some pilot’s talk, ya know." Misato answered.

"Pilot talk. Right." He looked pointedly at Asuka. "Why’s she all wet?"

"She slipped near that waterfall, back in the clearing. Fell into the pond."

"Ah, right." Kaji answered. "I guess that makes sense."

"No help Shinji was," grumbled Asuka. "He just stood on the edge and looked helpless."

"Hey, I swim like a hammer, remember?"

"Have you two seen Misato?"

For some reason, Asuka turned bright red, but Shinji said, "Yeah, she sent us back. She stayed behind, though. Something about wanting to make sure that spot is secure, because it wasn’t monitored."

Kaji looked at the furiously blushing Asuka, then back to the nonchalant expression on Shinji’s face. "You two are hiding something, aren’t you?"

"Not at all. Not everything is suspicious."

"Around here, I have my doubts. I mean, Misato’s been acting kind of...well, like a teenager, really." He grinned. "More so than usual. It wouldn’t surprise me to hear she’d gone skinny-dipping."

"Given that the area isn’t monitored...hell, yeah." He shrugged. "No harm in it, really, except that Hyuuga’s gone looking for her."

"I’m sure nothing would happen," Misato answered, her face confident.

"Yeah, you’re right." He grinned. "Hyuuga’s too much of a wimp. You kids want lunch?"

"Sure thing, you’re buying." Misato answered.

"No problem, the cafeteria’s free."

Kaji shrugged. "I don’t mind the cafeteria food. The cooks are actually pretty good. Nothing but the best for NERV." He grinned widely. "Of course, you’re probably thinking of taking Asuka here to a nice, romantic restaurant...where I’d just be in the road."

"What’s so wrong with that?" Misato grinned.

"Absolutely nothing." He chuckled. "All right, we’ll meet in the middle. There’s a noodlery still open in the city; we’ll go put a dent in their inventory."

***

Shinji felt that he’d awakened a sleeping giant.

He didn’t know how long they’d been fucking. He was on top of him now, as Hyuuga was starting to slow down. Before that, they’d gone doggie style for a while. And before that, a seated position.

What he did know, however, was that he’d had three more mind-blowing orgasms, and Hyuuga still hadn’t cum.

"Have you dreamed of this?" He pushed down harder, driving Hyuuga into himself as hard as he could. "How many times have you fucked me in your mind?"

"Every day I think about it..." Hyuuga confessed.

"Is it as good as you imagined?"

"Y...yes..."

"Convince me." He smiled down at his partner. "Tell me how good this is."

Hyuuga was having difficulty speaking between gasps. "Like I’ve been given...a chance to do...something for you..." He groaned. "To please you..."

"I want to feel your cum inside me." He leaned down, and kissed him. "I want to feel your hot jet, fill me up. I want you to fuck me like a whore."

Shinji felt Hyuuga’s pace quicken again, knowing that that was just what the man needed to hear.

"That’s right. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and cum inside." He sped up his own pace, matching Hyuuga’s. "Do you like how my tits bounce when we ram together?" Shinji whispered.

"Yeah..."

"And you like the feeling of my pussy, wrapped around your cock?"

"God yes!"

"And did you like it when I sucked your cock? When you shot into my mouth? When I swallowed it all?"

"I... always dreamed of it! I didn’t think you would."

"Because I’m so stern when on the job?" He smiled. "When you get right down to it, I’m a whore at heart. I want to be fucked."

"D..did you like the taste?"

"I love the taste of cum. I love to suck cock." He didn’t, but he wanted to push Hyuuga over the edge.

Hyuuga grinned as he thrust up again one more time and released. And for a moment, Shinji thought he really would fill him up; Hyuuga seemed to cum forever. Finally, he collapsed, and Shinji sat back.

"Holy fuck, that was good." He looked down at his partner. "Ah...are you going to live?"

Hyuuga weakly nodded. "Yeah, but I can die happy now."

"You better not die on me. I expect to do this again some time, you know." He mopped sweat from his brow.

"Oh, of course.... not satisfied yet?"

He chuckled. "For now, I am. But perhaps I should stop over at your place after work tomorrow? Just to be on the safe side."

Hyuuga grinned. "Of course. I’d always enjoy a work out with you."

Point of View

Fifteen: Turnabout

"So tell me the truth, you two." Kaji leaned back in his chair, coffee cup in hand. "What were you really doing down by the pool?"

"Swimming," said Misato.

"Oh, really." He took a sip of coffee. "You chose to go wandering off to the only place on the Geofront not being monitored to swim, when there was a perfectly good Olympic-sized swimming pool in a heated building. You went swimming, but didn’t bring your suits. Don’t lie to me. You went down there to screw, didn’t you?"

Asuka refused to look up.

"Hey, anything quite wrong with that?" Misato answered.

Kaji considered how to answer. He didn’t really want to give away the fact that he knew about the switch just yet...the potential for fun was far too high.

But Asuka looked rather...subdued. Perhaps he could shake loose the reason why.

"Well, I don’t really see how any harm can come of it, actually. I mean, Asuka gets a Depo shot every three months. It’s to help with her menstrual cramps, but offsetting her fertility seems a good idea all of a sudden."

"Ah, that’s good to know, especially after all that was pumped in."

"Dumnkopf!" Asuka jumped to her feet. "We’re in the middle of a public restaurant, and you want to talk like that? What the hell’s wrong with you?"

Kaji’s eyebrows rose. "There was a good chance that he was lying to me, putting a bold face on it to cover up whatever you might have been doing. But you just confirmed he was telling the truth. Thanks."

Misato looked pointedly at Asuka. "If you ever want it again, you won’t make a scene like that."

"I’m sorry." She sat down, head bowed.

Kaji’s eyebrows rose. "Keeping her on a short leash, aren’t you, kid?"

"We’re on our way to get a collar, actually."

Kaji laughed. "You know, I always kinda suspected she was a sub. Nice to see that confirmed, too."

Asuka raised her head up as if to make another objection, but another pointed look from Misato shut her down.

"Speaking of subs, man do I have stories..." Kaji started.

"Save it," snapped Misato. "I’ve heard all your stories."

"You sure? See, she was so eager for it, she tied herself up on her own."

"I said--" Misato jumped up, then seemed to remember the role she was supposed to be playing. "Look. You brag a lot, I know. I’ve heard lots from Maya, from Misato, from Ritsuko...even a few things from Asuka here. I don’t really want to hear your stories." She sat down, and glanced over at Asuka. "What made you think she was a sub?"

"As you said, you heard from Maya, Misato, and Ristuko... I know the type."

"Fair enough." She picked up the can of orange juice. Kaji repressed a snicker; he’d never seen her drink orange juice straight before, but she was still trying to keep up the role.

"Safewords?" Asuka asked.

Misato shook her head. "No, we haven’t discussed that yet. We’d decided to keep it low-level for a bit, unless Asuka decides she wants to ramp it up."

Asuka turned to her partner. "Low level? Ramp up?"

Misato turned to Asuka. "A...relationship like ours can get very physically intense. If you recall, last time, we agreed to avoid pain."

"I understand, thank you."

"Well, some people enjoy a bit of pain. Some people enjoy a lot. But everyone’s got a limit. Safewords are used to tell your partner that you are approaching your limits, or that you want to stop."

Asuka shuddered. "I’m not sure I like pain."

"Well, here’s the beauty of safewords. If you decide - and it has to be you, not me - that you want to try that sort of thing, we establish safewords. The common ones are ’yellow’, meaning slow down, or ’red’, meaning stop."

Kaji nodded. "So Shinji here could try, say, punishing you by spanking. If you decide you don’t like it, you can say ’yellow’, to avoid that level of play. If it really freaks you out, ’red’ will stop play altogether."

Asuka grabbed Misato’s arm. "Spanking...would you like that?"

"Why have code words at all?" Asuka shrugged. "Why not just say ’stop’?"

Misato leaned in towards Asuka. "Because you say stop too much."

"I do not!" Asuka realized what she’d just said, and blushed. Kaji laughed.

The NERV jumpsuit wasn’t especially comfortable, but it was the only dry clothing to be had. Fuyutsuki seemed to have accepted his statement that both he and Hyuuga, in the process of examining the area prior to installing security, had had to enter the pool and waterfall.

Shinji had to admit, however, NERV knew how to make a jumpsuit, and even a one-size fits all coverall fit this body like a glove, and again left very little to the imagination. The only thing Shinji would have preferred, however, was some sort of NERV issue bra. He slid out of Misato’s car and quietly started his walk to the albino’s apartment.

It was high time he got the truth about what his body had been doing, and he was sure that Rei would not hesitate to fill him in.

After all, he was her superior officer.

He knew from his prior visit that her doorbell did not work, but couldn’t remember Misato mentioning it. Should he ring first, just to keep in character?

He smacked his forehead, feeling stupid. Whether or not he rang, she wouldn’t hear it. He proceeded to bang on the apartment door.

The door prompty opened, and Rei looked right up at him, dressed in her shcool uniform. Shinji gulped slightly, even though for the time being he towered over her.

"Rei. Good, I was hoping for a chance to talk to you off the record."

"I have no objections."

Shinji waited a moment, then asked, "May I come in?"

"If you wish." Rei stepped back from the doorway, allowing him to walk in.

Shinji stepped in, bowing his head down slightly, a slight overreaction, but after bumping his head once or twice, he wasn’t taking any chances. "So I imagine you noticed some oddities in behavior lately."

"On your own part, or among the Pilots?"

Rei seemed to consider this, then said, "Pilot Ikari has not been himself the last few days, in my opinion. Pilot Sohryu has also been somewhat...subdued."

"I want particulars."

Rei frowned. "You wish me to give you details. But you live with them on a daily basis. I see them only a few hours each day."

"Yes, but obviously they will act differently around me."

"You feel that I would be a less biased observer." Rei nodded, and paused in thought. "Perhaps you could, in exchange, reduce some of my own confusion. I have noticed changes in your behaviour, as well as that of Doctor Akagi."

Shinji rubbed his forehead. "All right, I think this will go a lot faster with one question: How much do you know?"

"I am aware that a transfer of personalities has occurred between yourself and Captain Katsuragi." Rei dropped the pretense, and Shinji sighed with relief. He wasn’t sure how long he could have kept up the role.

"Then, obviously, I want to know what Captain Katsuragi has been doing with my body."

Rei bit her lip. Shinji was shocked; it was the first time he’d ever seen her display nervousness. "I find myself in a quandary. Were it not your body, I would simply state that whatever she was doing was her affair, and that you should discuss it with her."

"But it *is* my body."

"Yes, but neither of you seem to be in a rush to get this reversed. In fact, you seem far more comfortable now."

Shinji opened his mouth to object, but then closed it again.

"For myself, I believe that it would be to your benefit to have the situation corrected." Rei walked over to her bed and sat down. "Eventually, one of you will be placed in a situation where you are out of your depth."

"I guess so," Shinji pondered. He pulled a chair from the wall and sat down. "I mean, I guess I am enjoying this, but at the same time, I feel like I’m a slave to my desires."

"This I can understand." Rei looked down, again displaying that unquieting nervousness. "I have similarly found myself acting...atypically...due to sexual desire."

They were sticking to the back roads for the moment; less chance to run into anyone they knew.

Asuka was lost in thought. Misato watched the girl out of the corner of her eye, trying to decide the best way to open the subject that was obviously preying on the girl’s mind.

"Something on your mind, red?"

Asuka nodded uncertainly. "I think..." She sighed. "I’ve gotten into something I didn’t really know anything about."

"Do you want to back out?"

"No!" She shook her head violently. "I...I’m surprised how much I like it! But..." She shrugged. "I didn’t know anything about safewords, or anything like that."

"So..." Misato sighed. "I guess I just kinda went along with what seemed right. I’m sorry."

"Don’t be!" Asuka almost looked angry. "Like I said, I really like what we’ve been doing. But...I think I need to know more."

"We can always try the internet."

"You already seem to know a lot more than you’re letting on." Asuka smirked.

"It was a joke," Misato reassured her. "However, some women look quite attractive in collars and chokers."

"But does a collar...well, mean anything?"

"It’s just like on a dog. It means I would own you." Misato paused, and looked at her. "But that’s a really big step, okay? A collar’s practically the same thing in a dom/sub relationship as a wedding ring."

"Can it have jewels on it?"

Misato shrugged uncomfortably. "I guess. But really, I’m not going to get you a collar just yet, okay?"

"Oh. All right," Asuka answered, her voice near devoid of emotion.

"Don’t look like that!" Misato was near panicking now. "I mean, it really is a very big step!"

"Right, I heard you."

Misato sighed. "Look...I..." She wanted to tear her hair out at the roots. She’d fucked this poor girl up so badly..."I really do care about you, Asuka. But we’re a bit young yet for binding contracts, right? I mean, legally, we couldn’t get married yet. And this is the same level."

"I understand."

"Okay. Please, don’t think I’m saying no to this because I don’t care." She grabbed the redhead’s hands. "I’m saying no because I *do* care."

"But not enough to make me yours." Her voice was bitter.

’Note to self, get Asuka into a shrink’s office when this is over’ Misato thought to herself. But in the meantime, she had to do something to shoehorn the girl’s self-esteem back into place. She glanced around the street, and her eyes fell on a lingerie shop.

"Listen, a collar is too much right now. But I have an alternative." She leaned in closer. "And one that’s a lot more personal."

Asuka glanced over in the direction Misato was staring at and smiled. "That is acceptable."

Misato dug into her pocket, and pulled out a wad of bills. "Go in there and buy the sluttiest underwear you can find. Something that you’d die if you were caught wearing it. Spend all of this money, if you want. And I want you to walk out wearing one set of it."

"Desire?" Shinji was nearly in shock. "Don’t tell me...you...my body?"

Rei shook her head. "No. Captain Katsuragi and I have engaged in oral sex, but I chose not to proceed past that point."

"Wait. You sucked my dick?

"Yes. And the Captain, as she put it, ’returned the favour’." Rei looked up. "I have found it difficult, since then, to refuse any further sexual contact."

"I wish I could have enjoyed that..." Shinji muttered.

"Your concerns about her sexual encounters stem more from the fact that it is not you?"

"Well, yeah! I mean, my dick is getting so much action..."

"But you yourself have not."

"I wouldn’t say that...but, I mean, it’s mine, and other than my own frustrated hand..."

Rei raised an eyebrow. "It is a pity that you feel that way."

Shinji sat up a bit. "Why?"

She closed her mouth quickly, then shook her head. "Perhaps I mis-spoke. I merely find it odd that despite admitting that you have had sex with her body, you are still upset that she is having sex with yours."

"Partly because everyone told me to."

"I have been told that peer pressure is an excuse, not a reason."

"This is an adult body, Rei. Misato’s in my teenage body. It’s not the same!"

"Misato has an adult mind. You have a teenage mind."

"You’re not going to give me any points here, are you?"

Rei shook her head. "I merely wish to understand your reasoning."

"I wish I knew my entire reasoning, other than I need it sometimes."

"More and more, I am forced to conclude that reason and sexual behaviour are mutually exclusive."

Shinji looked down at himself. "Umm, look, I know it’s not really likely, but think you have something that can fit me?"

"I am afraid not." Rei looked him up and down. "What you are wearing appears to be sufficient."

"But hardly comfortable or supportive. Big tits have very little use outside the bedroom." Shinji laughed, mostly at himself. "Another teenage fantasy collapsed."

Rei blinked. "Teenage boys prefer larger breasts?"

Shinji grinned again. "Of course!" He turned to the side, giving Rei a good side profile. "Misato’s got great ones to look at, great shape, lift..."

Rei looked down at the floor. "I understand."

"Between you and Asuka, you have the much better rack."

Rei looked back up, in confusion. "To follow the context, by ’rack’ you are referring to breasts? Asuka and I are equal in size."

"Yours are much rounder. Round is good."

"I had no reason to believe that you had spent any time examining my breasts. Especially while living with Misato."

"Another thing about teenage boys, we have photographic memories when it comes to breasts." Shinji looked down. "Plus, if you recall...I did get a rather close look once."

Rei’s expression didn’t change, but he was certain he heard a touch of humour in it. "Did they also feel better than Asuka’s?"

"There was more to feel, at least." Shinji answered with a grin. "I guess these hands are bigger."

She stood up, and walked over to him. "Of late, I have found myself...revisiting that memory. Rather frequently. I have been using it every other night.""

"Using it?"

"Indeed. I have been wishing that, perhaps, I had reacted...differently."

"Or at all?" Shinji shrugged. "We both were sort of dull that day."

"’Dull’ as in boring, or ’dull’ as in not very sharp?" Rei reached down, and picked up his hand. Shinji, in shock, did not resist. "Perhaps we can revisit that day, outside of memory, and discover what may have transpired?" She gently spread his hand open, and placed it on her breast.

Rei drew in a breath as his hand tightened around her breast. "If I may tell truth, I would prefer to wait until the switch is restored." She looked down at him, fire banked in her eyes. "But I do not feel that I can wait any longer."

"Why--" He swallowed, his mouth dry. "Why not? Why now?"

"I find that having you close at hand is far too...stimulating." Rei sat down across his lap, one leg on either side of him, and began to slowly unbutton his jumpsuit.

"But, my body..." Shinji started. Rei looked him square in the eye.

"For some reason, this situation makes it more interesting. Something I read while researching last night, about forbidden fruit."

"Wait, wait." Shinji interrupted. "You’re *more* turned on that I’m in Misato’s body? This is getting too confusing."

"The age difference makes this more intriguing. As does the fact that Misato is my commanding officer." She resumed undoing the buttons on his jumpsuit.

"I try not to think too much about the age difference." Shinji admitted. "Right now, I’m old enough to have kids our age."

He tried not to think about Aida at that point. Actually, thinking about anything but Rei at this point was impossible. He grabbed her wrists. "Hold on."

"There is a problem?"

"Not really." He released her arms, then pulled her in for a kiss. It obviously caught her by surprise, but she melted into it, and when he let her go, she lingered a moment before leaning back.

"My lips are very soft, aren’t they?"

Shinji nodded. "Yeah. I noticed that."

Rei raised her arms. "I will need help with my uniform."

He ran his hands along her thighs, under her skirt, and cupped her backside in both hands. She looked down in surprise. "That will be less than effective in removing the uniform."

"Does it feel good?"

She lowered her arms. "It does, but--"

Shinji squeezed again for emphasis. "Butt."

"A pun? I did not think that this would be the time for--"

"Rei, if I’ve figured out one thing while wearing this body, it’s that sex should be friendly and fun. Otherwise, there’s better ways to get exercise."

"Exercise?" The albino asked.

Shinji grinned and reached behind her, his fingers working on the fastenings of her skirt. "I’m just talking away my own nervousness, I think." He undid the last button, and slipped his hands up under her shirt, along her back. "Your skin is magnificent."

"I have been told this in the past," Rei admitted.

"Raise your arms..." Shinji commanded.

She did so, and he slowly pulled the jumper over her head. Her shirt rode up with it, catching along the bottoms of her breasts, then fell back as the jumper cleared her head. He tossed it aside, then leaned back a bit to take in the sight.

Nothing he hadn’t seen in the past, of course, but now she was sitting in his lap. It put a different perspective on things.

Point of View

Sixteen: Limits

"Rei, I think I’m more turned on now than I’ve been since the first morning I was stuck in this body."

"This was my intent." She reached forward, and began unbuttoning the jump suit. "And indeed, I must admit the same."

"Really? I didn’t imagine you were bisexual."

She paused, and said, "I am not certain that the term technically applies."

"Oh?"

"I am still learning about sexuality, my own included." She looked down, and started undoing buttons again. "There is still much to learn."

"Do you like my cleavage?" Shinji asked innocently.

"I..." She looked up again. "I have no frame of reference. I apologize."

"Sorry, don’t mean to embarrass you, even if it does create this interesting shade of red..."

"You embarrass me further."

"Let me try again..." Shinji whispered, his hands starting to pull Rei’s blouse up.

She raised her hands again, and he pulled the blouse off and tossed it to lie with the jumper. He was surprised that her bra was not a simple functional type, but was in fact mostly lace. He was also surprised by the fact that her panties were obviously damp.

"You warm up quickly, don’t you, Rei?"

She blushed even deeper. "My body has been reacting to your presence since I opened the door."

"Have you always been like that with me, Rei?"

"No. Not until the second time you visited."

Shinji snaked his arms out of the sleeves of the coveralls and pulled them off his shoulders, exposing his body from the waist up. "These sleeves are getting in the way." His fingers gently felt the edges of the lace brassiere. "I should get a few pairs like these..."

Rei gasped as his fingers traced a line along the edge of the cup. He grinned, and slowly slid his hands around behind her back. She raised her arms again, to facilitate his removing the bra, but instead, he leaned forward, hands caressing her back, and kissed the top of her breast.

"Your lips are pleasant, Shinji." Rei whispered.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes..." She gasped. "But you are still--"

"I’m more interested in your body right now than mine," he said. "A change, trust me."

Rei nodded. "Trust is important. I trust you."

He was a bit surprised at that, but he smiled. "Okay." He unhooked her bra, and pulled it down her arms and tossed it aside.

"Your nipples are perfect, Rei." Shinji said as he leaned forward and gently kissed each one.

She gasped as his lips touched skin. "The bed--"

"I’ve found different positions leads to more intense pleasure."

She almost smiled at that. "Unfortunately, the chair is not really meant for such activity, and would likely break."

"Ah yes, I forgot how much Misato weighs." Shinji grinned. He glanced around the apartment, but other than the bed and the chair, there was no surface that looked at all comfortable. "Guess it’ll have to be the bed."

Rei slowly pulled herself off of Shinji’s lap and walked over to the bed invitingly. He stood up, then shucked the jumpsuit off to the floor.

Rei glanced over at Shinji, her eyes surveying him. "I had no idea Captain Katsuragi had a scar."

"Yeah...not sure where she got it." He shrugged, and walked over to her. Misato’s body towered over Rei, and he took advantage of the fact. One hand lifted her chin, and he kissed her passionately, while the other hand roamed along her back.

Rei gently broke the kiss. "You wish to be in charge?"

"I didn’t think you were into that sort of thing."

"I didn’t mean that. I meant, you wished to be the ’man’."

Shinji blinked. "Well--"

Rei smiled gently. "I will take that role; you seem unready for it."

Rei pulled Shinji down onto the bed and rolled him beneath her. Shinji felt a tremor run through himself; he was suddenly even more uncertain.

"Rei, are you sure that...I mean, I’m not really--"

Rei straddled Shinji’s abdomen, pinning him down. Shinj could feel the wet crotch of Rei’s panties resting against his firm stomach. "I thought that you wanted this." Her expression was a touch disappointed. "Did I read too much into your words?"

"No, you didn’t. I’m still trying to figure out why you want it. Why you want me."

Rei bent forward, her lips milimeters from Shinji’s. "Because, you are Shinji."

"That’s not really a point in my favour."

"I cannot explain further." She kissed him, deeply, and he could feel the longing behind it. She sat back again, and said, "I have wanted you for a long time, and could not determine in what way. The Captain showed me the way."

"Well, that’s one point for her."

"But there were lines I would not allow her to cross, limits I would not allow her to reach." Her voice fell to a whisper. "Those, I held back for you."

"Some, no, but some, yes." Her composure broke, and she nearly lunged at him, capturing his mouth again. Her tongue darted between his lips, nearly catching him by surprise.

Shinji let his defenses down, allowing Rei’s tongue to probe his mouth, trying to remember if he brushed after that beer he had. His own tongue lightly sparred with Rei’s.

The albino’s hands were not idle, cupping Shinji’s breasts, then teasing the nipples. Her fingers spent only the slightest time touching skin, and Shinji’s breathing quickly became ragged. She broke the kiss, then moved down to his neck.

Shinji gasped in surprise as her teeth seized his skin, just at the throat. She was gentle, but the slight pressure brought a touch of pain, mixed with the pleasure in a sweet combination.

Rei sat back, and smiled slightly. "You have been drinking Misato’s beer."

"Among other things," he gasped.

"Is alcohol pleasant to you now?" asked Rei. Her demeanor seemed to be a mix between the curious Rei he always knew and an almost entirely different Rei.

"I’ve found a lot of new pleasures."

"You will be discovering a few more today."

Shinji reached up towards Rei’s breasts, but the girl pushed his hands back. "No, allow me."

Rei slowly leaned forward until her chest and Shinji’s were right against each other. Shinji could feel her erect nipples pressing against his firm bust and could imagine Rei could feel the same. Before Shinji could savor the sensation, Rei started to rock, her breasts pushing against his, soft skin rubbing.

Shinji moaned at the feeling, pushing himself back against her. Rei’s panties, still soaked from her arousal, were pressed against his belly; her heat was adding to his own building need.

Soon, the rocking motion hit a steady rhythm, and both their of their soft moans filled the room. Shinji could feel the wet patch on his stomach from Rei’s soaked panties rubbing against him with each cycle. The smell of their mutual arousal filled the air.

To his dismay, Rei broke the rhythm first. "This is pleasant, but I think more so for me than for you."

"Actually," Shinji objected, "I love it. I only wish I remembered to bring Aida’s camera with me."

Rei’s eyebrows rose. "That is a possibility I had not considered. We shall have to try that later." She shifted downward. "But my own self-control is eroding, and I must change methods." She kissed the top of his breast, then sucked the nipple between her lips.

Shinji gasped and moaned at the sensation of suckling. He melted in the sensation and pondered what was it about Misato’s breasts that seemed to scream ’suck me’.

Rei shifted to the other breast, giving it her full attention, as she had the first. Shinji was surprised to feel a peak building already. But she broke off again, and moved further down. She pushed her leg between his, and he spread them apart, allowing her to slide down between, leaving a trail of kisses as she moved.

"Interesting," Rei whispered as she ran her fingertip across Shinji’s folds. Shinji gasped, his back arching.

"What’s interesting?" he asked between his moans.

"You appear to be growing it out."

"Oh, the hair? I didn’t feel comfortable shaving it. I didn’t--Oh!" He gasped as her finger pressed against his clit. "I didn’t want to risk cutting myself."

"I could assist you with such maintenance."

"Maybe another time, when we--Umm! When we have the camera."

Shinji’s eyes nearly rolled back when he felt two of Rei’s fingers press inward.

"You seem to be enjoying this so far. May I assume that I have been performing adequately?" There was mischief in her voice, he was certain of it.

"Y..Yes! Worthy of a medal!"

"Then I shall continue to meddle." Her fingers slid out of him, causing him to moan in frustration, but then parted his folds, and he felt her tongue lick the length of his cleft.

"The taste is most pleasant. Much more so than Asuka’s flavour."

"You’ve--Oh, God! You’ve tasted Asuka?"

Rei looked up. "Indeed. It was at the Captain’s request, though she seemed not unwilling."

Shinji’s cheeks burned red at the thought.

"It appears the thought arouses you?" Rei tilted her head. "Perhaps it would intrigue you to know that it was on this bed? That I bent her to my will, allowing her pleasure only once she had sated my own needs?"

"My goodness..." Shinji whispered, his hands now on his breasts.

Rei’s hands gently stroked his nether lips, avoiding the cleft. "Every spot on her body is sensitive to the slightest touch, and I brought her to the limits of her frustration, before allowing her to please me." Her finger now slipped between the lips, rubbing his clit slowly. "And only when I had taken what I wanted from her did I grant her some small relief."

Shinji was now pinching his nipples in arousal, his moans were pleasant, feverish.

"But even after that, I was unfulfilled. I needed more. The Captain awoke me. Asuka merely whetted my appetite." She gently pushed his legs back and up, spread his lips with her thumbs. "I wanted you."

"You have me," he answered.

Her tongue lashed his clit, and he almost screamed, biting down on his lip to hold it back. Two fingers slid into his opening, matching the movement of her tongue.

Shinji’s hands grabbed fist fulls of bedcover and his hips rised off the mattress. But Rei did not let up, simply angling her head to keep pressure on his clit. She increased her tempo, and this time, he did scream, as a peak rode over him. Even as it passed, he could feel the next building.

He caught his breath, and felt her tongue moving downward, running along his opening. He realized that she was lapping up his juices, and the thought brought on another shudder of pleasure.

Shinji soon felt Rei’s tongue leave his lips and looked up at her. Rei slowly crawled over Shinji, her body pressed against his until they were face to face, the curves of their bodies seemed to contour against one another slightly. Rei’s lips were glistening in juices and she eagerly brought her lips against Shinji’s.

He kissed her hungrily, still gasping for breath. She sat back, and said, "I hope I have pleased you?"

"Very much. How many other ways have you researched for two women to please each other?"

Rei considered. "Several, though many require equipment that I do not possess."

"I’ve probably got them at home," muttered Shinji. "What about scissoring?"

"You refer to the practise also known as ’tribbing?’" Rei bit her lip. "I do not wish to seem selfish, but at the moment, with your current state of growth--"

"Right. It’d be like masturbating with sandpaper."

"On the other hand." Rei glanced towards the bathroom. "At the moment, we could both stand to be somewhat...cleaner."

"Yeah, bathing in the pond hardly helped."

"From what I have learned in my research, a shared shower is most erotic with partners of opposite genders. But I find that right now, I would greatly enjoy your hands on my body."

"Likewise."

"So what’s in the bag?" Asuka studied the brown paper sack in Shinji’s hands curiously.

"Handcuffs, silk scarves, a remote-controlled vibrator, and a flyswatter."

"Wha...we need all that?"

"Need?" He shrugged. "Not really. But they might make life a bit more interesting." He paused, and looked up at Rei’s apartment building. "Elevator’s still out, probably."

"Why does she live in this dump?"

"NERV doesn’t hand out much money for rent. Misato pays extra for her apartment."

"I guess we’re lucky then."

"No kidding. The commander was going to stick us in this building, too."

Shinji scowled. "And asking us to pilot EVA isn’t? I remember the first time he asked me to pilot. Just sorta sprung it on me."

"Guess it depends on your idea of luck." He sighed. "Well, they aren’t fixing the elevator as we speak. Better start on our way up."

The couple entered the stairwell through a fire exit - normally, it would be locked, but the door had fallen off its hinges a while ago.

"So," said Shinji. "You know what I bought. What did you get?"

"You’ll see."

"You’re right. I will." They had reached the second landing, and Shinji stopped. "Show me."

"What...but we’re in public!"

"A landing on a fire exit route, in a nearly abandoned building, isn’t really public." He glanced at the small dingy window. "Judging by this, we’re not going to be seen by any window washers, and the angle is no good for anyone else."

Asuka sighed and opened the bag, revealing a blood red silk nightie that definitely looked like it was only meant to keep the wearer warm by sharing body heat.

Shinji nodded in approval. "Quite nice. But did you forget that I told you to wear a set out of the store?"

"I...I am."

"Good girl. Show me. Just the bottoms."

Asuka blushed furiously and lifted her skirt up.

"I’m not seeing more than just the crotch. Higher."

Her blush deepening, she lifted the skirt past the waistband. The panties were almost completely blue silk lace, except for the waistband, and the crotch. And the crotch was only partially there.

"I don’t even know why I’m blushing! You saw everything before!"

"Well, if someone were to come down the stairs about now, they’d get an eyeful." He grinned. "How would that make you feel, standing here with your skirt pulled up?"

"Excited?"

"That sounds like an answer you think I want to hear. Tell me the truth."

"Embarassed, frightened." Asuka turned her head down. "But, I do honestly feel excited as well. Just...not that much."

"No? Turn around. I want to see how these look from the back."

Asuka turned around and faced the wall. She could feel Shinji’s eyes surveying her back end like a shopper selecting a cut of meat.

"T-back and crotchless. Not bad. The colour doesn’t really suit you, though."

"Oh, I do, but green would have suited you more. But this cut is definitely nice. Exposes a lot of skin."

She felt his hand gently caress her backside, along the line of her panties.

"Now that feels nice."

"Does it, then? Lean over the railing."

Asuka leaned forward and balanced her weight on the metal rail.

"Spread your legs a little more." She complied, and his hand drifted down to cup her mound from behind. "Nice thing about crotchless...you don’t need to worry as much about staining them."

"That was one of the things I kept in mind..."

He flipped her skirt up, exposing everything below the belt.

"Probably, she’d ask if she could play, too." One finger penetrated her folds, came to rest against her clit. "But if one of the other tenants came by...what should I tell them?"

"To look away!"

"Should I not be proud of my toy?" His finger rubbed her clit slowly.

"Please! I... want to enjoy this, but that’s a bit too much!"

"Oh, I wouldn’t share with them. I’m a bit selfish, that way." His finger slipped into her opening, already slick with her arousal.

"No! Anything else! Don’t let someone see me!"

His finger was sliding more quickly now, and her breathing grew heavy. "So you do have limits?"

"YES! God, everyone has limits!

"Yes, they do. And we need to learn what those limits are." A second finger joined the first. "What about just the fact that someone *might* happen along?"

"Tell them to get lost!"

"How does it make you feel, the idea that we might be seen?"

"It scares me!"

"Does it?" His fingers withdrew from her. "Shall I stop, then?"

Asuka panted, her whole body was trembling. "If I can’t trust you...yes."

"That’s where we are, Asuka. It comes down to trust." His hand rested lightly on her backside again. "Do you trust me?"

Asuka sighed. "Yes."

"Can you trust me enough to say no, and really mean it?"

"Yes."

"And can you trust me enough to tell me what really scares you, and what really excites you?"

Asuka nodded. "Yes."

"Good." He flipped her skirt back down. "Come on. Rei expected us some hours ago."

She blinked in surprise. "You’re not--"

"You want me to continue?"

Asuka smiled a bit. "Let’s get going."

"Okay."

The two resumed their walk, Asuka’s breathing still heavy.

"We learned something today, didn’t we? You’re not much of an exhibitionist."

"If it happens, I can live with it. But no reason to put me out for all to see."

"We need to learn all your limits, Asuka. Otherwise, you can’t trust me, because I might accidentally exceed them."

They exited the stairwell, and crossed the hall to Rei’s door. Asuka stabbed the doorbell with a finger.

There was no answer. Actually, there was no chime, either.

"Must be broken." Asuka observed.

"Excellent deduction, Holmes." Shinji pushed the door open.

The apartment beyond was deserted. However, from the bathroom, just off the hallway, they could hear the sounds of running water.

"Oh, yes..."

Rei’s voice.

A flash of flesh was seen against the mirror.

"Think we should surprise her?" Shinji winked.

"Sounds good to me," Asuka answered mischievously.

The bathroom door stood open, so Shinji stepped through...and froze.

"What the hell is this?!"

Asuka’s eyes widened, and she stepped through the bathroom door.

Four people in the tiny bathroom were just a bit too much. Rei was pressed up against the wall, just under the showerhead. One leg supported her weight, and the other was thrown over Misato’s shoulder. It had to be Misato; the purple hair and scar were a giveaway. And they had to judge by that, because her face was buried in Rei’s crotch.

Misato’s face lifted up and looked at the new intruders. "It’s called a shower."

Rei’s eyes opened, and she blushed deeply.

Asuka’s face was reddening as well, but it was not from embarrassment. "You--"

"I’m mad that you can say you’re not interested in Shinji, because of his age, then move in on Rei!" She shuddered. "Now I know why you were staring at me in the bath the other night!" She turned to Rei. "And you knew we were coming!"

Rei seemed to have recovered some of her composure. "Since you two discovered each other, I have had less...fulfillment that I wished."

"Plently of room, Asuka," Misato said, holding her hand out.

Asuka shook her head mutely, and stormed out. Shinji sighed.

"Well, we’re either too early, or too late. When you’re done, Rei, we’ll be in the living room."

"Thanks," Misato responded before diving her head down again.

Shinji left the bathroom, and sat down next to Asuka. "Guess we should’ve delayed more in the staircase."

"And you!" Asuka snapped, slapping Shinji. "You were watching them!"

"And why not?"

Asuka stumbled on her words.

"Perhaps they should have locked the door. Or even closed the bathroom door. Misato didn’t seem to care that we walked in on them."

"She’s such a horn dog! It’s not enough that every guy wants to jump her bones, but she goes after the girls as well! Can’t she keep it in her pants?! It’s disgraceful!"

"Is it because it was Rei? Would you be so angry if it were Aida or Toji?"

"I guess not... it would still be disgusting."

"But it’s Rei, so you’re not disgusted so much as angry." He dropped his voice. "Perhaps you don’t hate her after all?"

There was a long pause, and finally she said, "I guess not."

The shower stopped running, and Misato walked out, still nude. "Where did I leave--oh, there it is." She picked up a NERV standard jumpsuit and stepped into it.

"Must you be so shameless?" Asuka asked bitterly.

"Helps me get laid."

Shinji snickered.

Misato finished buttoning the jumpsuit, and glanced back at Asuka. "Why are you two here, anyway? Not for more sex, I hope. Because Rei’s all tapped out for the night."

Asuka spluttered.

Rei stepped out of the bathroom, a towel thrown over her shoulders. "Nearly so, I must admit. However, I am afraid that the interruption left me...unfulfilled."

"You sure? I felt you come against my tongue." She grabbed her car keys, and paused to kiss Rei on the way by. "I’ll drop by later tomorrow, with some more stuff. Sound okay to you?"

"I will be ready." Rei answered.

"Excellent. See you then."

The door closed behind her, and Rei turned a baleful eye on Asuka. "Is there a problem, Pilot Sohryu?"

"What are you two doing tomorrow?"

"We will be exploring our newfound sexual relationship a bit more."

Point of View

Seventeen: Jealousy

Shinji sat down, pulling his legs into the car, and slammed the door shut. He flicked out the shades, resting them on his face, and grinned.

"Damn...I had no idea. But I’m glad I found out." He frowned slightly. "But Rei and those two..."

He shook it off. He had no call to be jealous; Rei hadn’t declared herself exclusive to him. And honestly, he was fine with the idea that she was getting more sex. Anything that made her happy, made him happy.

It was more that he wished that he was getting in on it.

Asuka’s hands were clenched in her lap, and her eyes were on the floor.

"You seem to be disturbed by the fact that Misato and I have entered into a sexual relationship. Why?"

"She’s older than you."

"Does this matter?" Rei frowned. "I have heard of married couples with a much greater age difference."

"Yeah, and everyone makes fun of them, too," snapped Asuka.

"Were you not infatuated with Kaji?"

Asuka leaped to her feet, eyes blazing. "Stay out of that!"

"Asuka," said Misato. "Tell her."

"Tell me what?" Rei now looked puzzled.

"I...no." Asuka shook her head, and sat down again. "I can’t."

"You have to tell her."

"Can...can you tell her?"

"No. *You* have to tell her."

Asuka bit her lip, then looked up angrily. "She’s better built than me, she has way more experience, and guys fall all over themselves to be near her. She took Kaji away from me without even trying."

"Asuka," said Misato gently, "he was never yours for her to take away. And she wasn’t trying; she didn’t want him."

"And now I think maybe there’s something between us three, and she moves in on Rei." She stared down at the floor again. "Whatever she wants, she can just reach out and take. What if she takes Shinji?" She shook her head. "I don’t wanna be alone again."

Misato glanced up at Rei, and for once, found the albino girl’s expression easy to read. The girl’s face showed compassion and worry. It perfectly matched her own feelings.

"Asuka." Rei sat down on the other side of the redhead. "I can understand your fears."

"Like hell you do."

"I do. I felt the same way when you first came here."

Asuka looked up in surprise.

"I do not know if I can put your fears to rest. But I must try. For I find that your own happiness is now essential to my own."

Misato blinked at that.

"There is something between the three of us. And though I feel somewhat saddened of this fact, I do not see a relationship between myself and Misato progressing beyond the physical."

"Rei--"

The girl raised a hand, interrupting Misato, and continued. "I will not allow a relationship to develop between Misato and myself, because I fear it would interfere with my relationship between you and Shinji. And I do not want to lose that."

Asuka looked up. "Really?"

"Yes." Rei nodded. "You have become most important to me. Second only to Shinji, but it is a close second."

Asuka smiled slightly. "I can understand that."

"Am I forgiven for finding Misato desireable?"

Asuka nodded. "I guess. Am I forgiven for freaking out on you?"

Rei glanced up at Misato, then said, "Not yet."

"Whaa--?"

Rei stood up, and tossed her towel onto the chair. "Shinji. Your pet has insulted me."

"I noticed."

"’Pet’?"

"Would you prefer ’slave’?" Misato grinned. "I also recall I’ve used ’whore’ and ’toy’ in the past."

"’Pet’ is all right." Asuka looked down.

"I shoulda bought that butt-plug with fake tail after all," complained Misato. "Maybe some cat ears, too."

"Perhaps on payday," said Rei. "I would enjoy seeing that."

"Well, I did pick up some nice things." Misato grabbed the paper sack. "So did Asuka, for that matter. Why don’t you show Rei your purchases, pet?"

Asuka nodded, and jumped to her feet. She unzipped the jumper, but before she could pull it off, Rei raised a hand.

"Not so quickly. I wish to savour the surprise."

She nodded again, and slowly began to remove the jumper. It took her a full minute to remove it from her arms, and it puddled onto the floor, leaving her in her shirt and slip.

Misato raised her hand before Asuka could continue disrobing. "About what we discussed earlier."

"About...punishment?" Asuka looked down. "If Master feels I need to be punished, I will accept it."

"Wrong way to look at it." She stepped a bit closer. "You know what I have in the bag. Is there anything I should avoid doing?"

"I’d...really prefer if you don’t leave any marks." She looked up. "It would be difficult to explain."

"Understandable. I will avoid it, but certain parts of the body mark up a lot easier than others." Misato poked her breast. "For example."

"If it can’t be seen..."

"Okay. Remember the safewords?"

"’Yellow’ and ’Red’?" Asuka nodded.

"Don’t be afraid to use them."

"Okay."

"This is supposed to be fun for you too."

Asuka smiled evilly. "If it’s fun for me too, why are you still dressed?"

Misato opened the bag and extracted the flyswatter. "What a pity they didn’t have a riding crop in stock. Oh, well...turn around."

Asuka’s eyes widened, but she turned. Misato lifted her slip, exposing her backside, then brought the flyswatter down across it.

Asuka hissed in surprise; it must have hurt a lot more than she’d expected.

"Remember who you’re speaking to, pet. Watch your tongue."

"Yes! Sorry!"

Misato swung the flyswatter again, harder this time, and Asuka yelped.

"Sorry, what?"

"Sorry, Master! I won’t be rude again."

This time, her hand touched her backside, caressing the spot that she’d struck. "Better." She stepped back, flipping the slip back down. "Now then. Continue, pet."

"Yes, Master." Her hands trembling, the redhead started to unbutton her shirt. Misato glanced over at Rei; the girl was watching avidly, one hand lazily cupping her mound.

The shirt soon joined the jumper on the ground, leaving Asuka bare save for the bra. Misato noted the lack of shoulder straps, but other than that, she could see little of it from the back. "Turn around, pet. I’ve only seen the bottom of that set."

Asuka turned slowly, and Misato saw that the bra was designed around the same lines as the panties. As brief as possible while still offering some limited support, it was mostly lace, save for a reinforcing strip along the base for the underwire. Small holes allowed her nipples to poke outward; she noted that Asuka was already rock-hard.

"You can leave that on, I think. And the panties."

"Yes, Master." She untied the slip, and allowed it to fall to the floor as well, leaving her only in the crotchless panties and less-than-modest bra.

"What do you think, Rei?"

Rei appraised the set, and said, "I feel that the colour choice was poor for her. It would look better on me."

"Is that what you want for your apology?"

Rei considered, then said, "She is a pet. It is not hers to give, but yours."

"Well, I think I want her to keep it," said Misato. "After all, she chose it to please me. She should keep it, to remind her of that. Instead of the underwear, would you like to borrow her instead?"

"My last encounter in the shower was interrupted." Rei thought about it, and nodded. "Perhaps she could finish what Misato started."

"What about it, pet? Can you make Rei cum?"

"I will try, Master."

"Good. Remember, you’re making Rei cum. Don’t touch yourself, or I will punish you."

Asuka nodded wordlessly.

"Go on, then. Get started."

Asuka nodded again, then reached up to undo her bra. Misato brought the flyswatter down again, across her ass, and she yelped.

"Did I not say, just a few moments ago, that you were to leave that on?"

"I--"

"You only need that off if you are going to be pleased. You will be pleasing Rei, and it pleases me to see you wear it."

"I’m sorry, Master."

"I can see we’re going to need something a little extra for punishments." Misato opened the bag again, and extracted a tiny vibrator. Mushroom-shaped, and fitted with an elastic waistband, it was no more than five centimeters in length. She handed it to Asuka. "You know what to do with this?"

"I put it inside me?"

"Wrong words, pet."

"I...put it in my cunt?"

"Yes." She pulled a small device from the bag, a hand-held remote with a shuttle dial. "Put it in."

Asuka nodded, and spread her legs. The vibrator went in easily, and the strap helped keep it in place.

Misato flourished the remote, and jogged the dial. Asuka gasped, and collapsed to her knees, and Misato released the remote.

"That was the first setting. It goes up to three." She grinned. "If it falls out, I will punish you. If you cum, I will punish you. And if you use your hands, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your only goal is to please Rei, no matter how long that takes."

"Yes, Master."

Misato jogged the dial again, and Asuka shuddered. "Why haven’t you started?"

"Sorry--" She gasped, and began to crawl across the floor to Rei. Misato waited until she reached the bed, then shut down the vibrator. Asuka groaned in frustration, then pulled herself up to a seated position.

Rei still sat on the edge of the bed, knees together. Asuka put her hands on Rei’s knees.

Misato stepped forward, the flyswatter landing across Asuka’s back. She yelped.

"I said no hands."

"Sorry, Master...I thought you meant no hands on myself."

Misato considered her prior words. "I suppose that I was unclear. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, Master. No hands at all." She looked up at Rei. "Will you open your legs?"

"No." Rei shook her head. "I do not wish this to be rushed."

Asuka considered this, then carefully stood, and sat down on the bed next to Rei. "Should I kiss you?"

"That is your decision. Remember, you are to please me. I merely wish to set the pace."

Asuka nodded, then lunged forward, capturing Rei’s lips. The albino’s eyes widened in shock, but she melted into the kiss quickly, her arms coming around the redhead. From her vantage point a few feet away, Misato could see that this was no hesitant kiss; Asuka was putting considerable passion into it. Rei’s hands played up and down the redhead’s back, each touch causing Asuka to stiffen. One of Asuka’s hands reached up, almost unconsciously, and cupped Rei’s breast.

The -smack- of skin on skin was almost as shocking as Asuka’s sudden attack, and the redhead’s gasp of pain and surprise broke the kiss. Almost immediately, she gasped out the single word, "Yellow!"

"Rei." Misato spoke up immediately; there could be no hesitation. "Physical punishment of my pet is my prerogative. You will not harm her, or I won’t let you play with her again."

"I understand. And I apologize, Shinji." She looked back at Rei. "Please resume."

Asuka nodded, but she seemed a bit more hesitant this time. She leaned in again, kissing Rei lightly on the lips, then moved down and kissed a nipple. A brief noise escaped Rei’s lips, almost a mew, and Misato grinned, and briefly toggled the remote again.

Asuka gasped, but did not release Rei’s nipple until she had it standing rock-hard. She glanced over to Misato. "I’m sorry, Master."

"For what?"

Asuka had to think about it. "I used my hand on Rei, and you had not punished me for it."

"Oh, no. That’s not why I used the vibrator."

"Then..." Asuka looked puzzled. "Why did you punish me?"

"Did that feel like punishment?"

"No. But you said--"

"I did say that it was for punishments, yes. But not the way I just used it."

"Then I don’t understand."

"You will."

Asuka looked unconvinced, but she turned back to Rei. "I’m sorry I stopped."

Rei smiled. "You don’t need to apologize to me."

"I know. But I want to." She leaned down again, grabbing her other nipple between her lips. Misato couldn’t make out what she was doing to it, but it made Rei gasp and arch her back.

Again Misato triggered the vibrator, but though it made her gasp, Asuka remained latched to the nipple. Rei’s arms weakened, and she fell backward across the bed, and Asuka moved down, kissing her belly, then dragging her tongue across the girl’s bare mound before moving her lips to the top of her thighs. Her own movements were becoming erratic as the vibrator worked on her, and Misato allowed the shuttle to drop back to the off position.

Her own breathing as short and heavy as Rei’s, Asuka moved slowly down the other girl’s leg, kissing the top and sides as she did. She stopped at the knee, and crossed over to the other side, beginning her way back up. Rei’s breathing had quieted somewhat, though she gasped as Asuka reached her crotch, then moaned a bit as she moved on, leaving it untouched.

She moved up the girl’s belly again, then onto her breast, describing a large circle around the nipple with her lips before seizing the nipple between her teeth. Rei cried out softly, arching her back towards Asuka, pushing herself into her mouth. Asuka released the nipple, and started back down again, this time on a direct line to Rei’s cunt.

Rei allowed her legs to fall open, and Asuka positioned herself between them, kneeling on the floor. "Rei? Move towards me a bit."

Rei shifted towards the edge of the bed, until her butt was on the edge, and Asuka shifted herself between her legs, pushing them upwards and outwards, and exposing the girl’s cunt as best she could. She paused, and inhaled deeply.

"You always smell so nice...even out of the shower, I can still smell it...sweet, like honey."

Rei smiled slightly. "I’m glad you approve. Your own flavor is enjoyable."

Asuka didn’t answer, but instead took a long, slow lick. Rei gasped, and stiffened.

"I am told that a lack of pubic hair makes this much more enjoyable. Do you agree?" Rei asked between gasps.

"Mm-hmm." Her mouth fully occupied, Asuka could neither speak nor nod.

"Has Shinji asked--Ah!" She arched her back. "Has he asked you to shave?"

Misato piped in. "Actually, that’s a bad idea."

Asuka left off tormenting Rei long enough to answer. "If Master chooses to mark me in this way, he will. He has chosen not to. And I agree with his reasons."

Rei shuddered in pleasure, and looked at the redhead, eye to eye. "What...what reasons?"

"Master feels that my pubic hair is pleasant, because it is fine and sparse. If he shaves it, it will grow back in thicker."

Misato thumbed the remote again, and Asuka gasped. "You’re not here to talk, pet. You’re here to please Rei."

"But," Asuka objected, "Rei likes conversation."

Misato scowled, and ran the remote up to the third setting. Asuka shuddered, crying out, and Misato released the shuttle. "Rei may like conversation, but I enjoy watching you eat her out."

"Sorry, Master." She looked up at Rei. "Master commands me to please you."

"Of course." Rei nodded and steadied her weight as she opened her legs wider. Her tongue dipped deep into Rei’s cleft, and the albino moaned loudly, her hands balling up against the sheet. Asuka shifted upwards, and Rei cried out again. One of Asuka’s hands crept up to cup her own mound through the panties.

Misato stepped forward, and swung the flyswatter. It caught Asuka across the backside, raising a thin red line, and the girl yelped.

"I said no hands."

Asuka didn’t bother to answer and quickly resumed the task at hand. Her hand dropped away from her crotch to the floor, to better support her weight, and she leaned into Rei, increasing the pressure.

Rei shuddered under the increased stimulation, her breath coming in rapid gasps. Misato took a step closer; she wanted to watch Rei’s face at the moment of orgasm, a treat that she’d not had last time.

So she had the perfect viewing angle to see Asuka’s hand come up again, this time between Rei’s legs, and a single finger run into the girl’s opening.

"No!" Rei gasped the word, and shifted away from the probing digit. "No, I don’t want that!"

"Huh?" Asuka looked confused.

"I don’t want anything inside me yet." Rei shook her head. "Not yet."

Misato cursed; the perfect moment, ruined. "Asuka."

Asuka swallowed. "Yes, Master?"

"First. I told you, no hands. That includes on Rei. Second. I told you that I wanted you to make Rei cum. She appears to have lost the mood."

"I apologize, Shinji." Rei looked down. "I am not yet ready for that."

"But I thought that you and she--"

"She said she doesn’t want to go that far yet." Misato shook her head. "I forgot to tell you. All we’ve done so far is oral."

"Oh." She looked over at the Redhead. "I’m sorry, Rei."

"You did not know." Rei’s breathing calmed. "I am not angry."

"Well, I am." Misato assumed a stern face. "You broke the rules, pet. Now you need to be punished. Do you think that’s fair?"

"Yes, Master." Asuka looked down. "It is fair."

Misato sat down on the chair. "Across the knees."

"Across--you’re turning me over your knee?" Her expression was incredulous. "That’s for kids!"

"You couldn’t follow a simple instruction to keep your hands to yourself. That’s pretty childlike. And you’ll get another for your insolence, pet. Across the knees."

Asuka nodded wordlessly, and stood. She walked over to Misato, and leaned over her. Misato grabbed her arm, and pulled her right over her lap. Her other hand came up in a wide arc, and smacked into the girl’s backside.

Asuka gasped, her chest arching away from Misato’s knees. Misato said, "One for touching yourself." Her hand came down again, harder, and Asuka whimpered. "One for talking when you should have been pleasing Rei." Her hand rested a moment on the redhead’s butt, then came up and smacked down again, bringing a yelp from Asuka. "One for using your hands on Rei."

"Yellow," whimpered Asuka.

"And one for talking back to your Master." A fourth smack, gentler this time, and Asuka gasped. Misato left the hand on her cheek, caressing it gently. "Do you feel that you have been properly punished for your transgressions?"

"If Master chooses to punish me, he knows how much punishment to give."

"And what about for failing to make Rei cum?"

Asuka swallowed. "Master knows what is best for me."

"No." Misato shook her head. "I asked you to decide what your punishment must be."

"Master threatened to punish me earlier today, by making me watch him and Rei."

Rei’s eyes lit up at that, and Misato chuckled. "Very good idea, pet. Stand up."

The two stood, then Misato picked up the bag and extracted the last three items from it. "Sit down on the chair." Asuka sat, and Misato walked behind her. "Hands around the back." She ran the handcuffs through the chair back, then fastened them to Asuka’s wrists.

"Master, what--"

"We have already learned that you cannot keep your hands to yourself." She walked around and knelt before the girl. "And as I said, you don’t get to cum today." She tied first one knee, then the other, to the chair legs, keeping the girl’s legs apart. "So this is to make sure that while I am busy, you do not disobey me again."

"I’ll be good, Master."

"I know you will. I’m making sure of it." Misato stood, and examined her handiwork. "That looks like it will hold." She pulled the remote from her pocket, and thumbed it.

Asuka cried out again, her back arching. "Oh, God!"

"Does that feel good, pet?"

"Yes--Oh, Master! It feels so good, I--"

Misato released the button. "Then I had better stop, before you cum."

"No! Oh, please, Master, a bit more!"

"Not yet. Later." Misato turned towards Rei. "Now, did you want to continue?"

"Yes, very much."

Misato set the remote on the bed, and started unbuttoning her shirt. "Well, I’m still a bit overdressed. Let me just fix that."

Point of View

Eighteen: Punishment

Asuka watched as Shinji’s clothes joined hers and Rei’s on the floor. She stared hungrily at his naked body as he stretched, and licked her lips. Unfortunately, Shinji was far too good at securing her, and this was about the limits of what she could do about it.

"So, what did you have in mind, Rei?" He leered at the girl. "In what way should I make your day?"

"There is one thing I had in mind." Rei smiled. "You have refused me the right to give your toy orders."

"...Yeah?" Shinji sounded very uncertain all of a sudden.

"But I have discovered that the sort of...play...that you two engage in is most...stimulating. Would you please lie on the bed?"

Shinji hesitated. "Uh...I should tell you that while I don’t mind playing the switch on occasion, there’s a lot more to this than you’ve probably considered."

"My research has been extensive."

"Damn, girl, for someone who didn’t know jack squat about this three days ago, you’re moving ahead pretty briskly."

"Please lie on the bed."

Shinji nodded. "For you, I’ll do this. Probably not for anyone else, but..." He shrugged, and lay back on the bed.

"Master!" Asuka gasped. "What--"

"You had your chance, pet. This is what Rei wanted, and you turned away from it."

She hung her head, ashamed by his words. She’d ignored Rei’s desires. Just after she’d told her...

Shinji gasped, and she looked up again. Rei had fastened one hand to the headboard, using the bandages that had once secured her there.

"That’s a little tight, Rei."

"I apologize." She adjusted the binding. "Is that better?"

"Yeah."

"Excellent." She secured the other hand, and then stepped back. "Would you test the bonds?"

He strained against them, but they held.

"I seem to have done this properly." She picked up another bandage, and secured his feet.

Asuka watched with growing horror. Her Master was completely immobilized, just as she was, and at the mercy of Rei.

Rei turned to her. "What do you think of this?"

"I...I’m actually a bit scared."

"Why?"

"My Master is helpless."

"That is not what bothers you."

"I’m tied up too. Master cannot protect me." She looked down, another chunk of her self-esteem falling apart. "I would have killed myself three days ago, rather than admit I needed his protection."

"Do you not think that he considered that?"

She looked up in surprise.

"He would not have allowed me to bind him, did he not feel that I could protect you as well. And there is more to that. Were I to attempt to harm you..." She raised a hand, as though to strike her, and Asuka flinched.

"Rei." Shinji’s voice was firm. Rei lowered her hand.

"You see. Even tied up, surrendered to me...he still has power over me."

Her heart sang at that. She looked up at Rei, and smiled. "Please, don’t hurt my Master."

"I will not." She leaned in and kissed her, deeply, and Asuka returned it with passion.

Rei stepped back. "Now then." She picked up the remote for the vibrator, and walked over to the bed. She slid it into Shinji’s hand. "Please do not drop this. I will not recover it for you."

"If you drop it, I shall exact punishment."

"Gotcha."

Rei climbed onto the bed, between his legs. "If you recall, on Thursday, you praised the fact that I worked at a slow pace."

"Yeah." He pulled at the bonds again. "Is that why you tied me up?"

"That, and the fact that when you are reaching peak, you have a tendency to hurry things up." Rei gently took his cock into her hands. "This way, you will not have that option." She gently stroked his cock, and he moaned. "Therefore, I can take as much time as I feel proper."

"Are you just gonna hold that all day?" He growled. "Or are you gonna do something with it."

"I think I will merely hold it for now." Her hand didn’t stop, but it did slow down. "You have impressed me with the need to please one’s partner. I do not wish to waste this lesson."

"Torture is against the law."

"I am not a signatory of the Geneva conventions." Her hand drew up over the head, and he pulled in a gasp. "Why would you permit me to do this to you, but refuse me when I wished to discipline your pet?"

"Because she’s my pet. And you’re not ready for her yet."

Rei considered this over several long, slow strokes. "I think that you are right. Perhaps you can help me."

"I’d be happy to." He drew in a shuddering breath. "Especially if we’re doing this sort of thing."

"You appear to be reacting too quickly." She released him, and he groaned in frustration.

Rei looked over at Asuka. "What would you see me do to him?"

"I..." Asuka shook her head. "It’s not my place to say."

She’d almost forgotten the vibrator; it came to life inside of her, striking every nerve in her cunt. She jerked upright, breath gasping out of her. When it shut off, she gasped again, wanting it to return.

"Answer her, pet."

"I...wanna see him inside you."

Again, Shinji worked the control, and again, the sweet pleasure returned; all too soon, again, it stopped.

"Wrong words."

"I--I wanna see you fuck him, Rei."

Rei shook her head sadly. "I am not willing to do this. I have discussed my reasons with him, and he has agreed with them. Something else."

"Then with your tits. We both know he’s a breast man."

"Is he?" Rei turned back to Shinji. "Are you a breast man?"

"The bigger the better."

"My breasts are not particularly large." She knelt down over him again. "But perhaps they are large enough."

One hand at the base of his cock pushed it into the air, and she gathered it between her breasts. Slow rocking motion drew it between her globes, and on each stroke, she heard his breath catch.

"Tell me. Does this feel good?"

"Yeah."

"Better than merely a hand?"

"Not really. But I gotta tell you, the view makes it a lot more interesting."

"Visual stimulation." She slowed the pace. "The physical is therefore less important."

"That doesn’t mean that you can ignore it," Shinji growled.

Rei paused, and leaned back. "You do not seem to be appreciative."

"I’m sorry."

Rei looked at him, brow furrowed in thought. "Such disrespect does seem to call for punishment." She stood, and walked over to the head of the bed, carefully stepping around his body, then turned and knelt, her legs framing his head.

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes. You’re very beautiful."

She reached down, and stroked his face. "And what of her? Your pet?"

"She’s beautiful too."

Asuka gasped in pleasure.

"Do you take pleasure in the sight of us?"

"Yeah."

"Then I shall remove that sight." She leaned forward, hands bracing her body over him, and adjusted her knees. Then lowered herself, until her body rested across him. His head was completely enclosed by her legs and body, and her hand idly wrapped around his dick. Asuka realized that at the angle she’d chosen, all he’d be able to see was her cunt.

Shinji was apparently quick to notice this as well - not that this was really a surprise - and equally quick to take advantage of it. Rei gasped, her back arching. "No. You will not do that."

Shinji’s voice was a bit muffled by her thighs. "You just expect me to sit here with this hanging over me, and not take advantage of it?"

"Yes. Consider it an exercise in restraint."

"Fine." He sounded somewhat disgruntled. Rei resumed stroking his cock, very slowly.

"At one time, we explored your upper limits of tolerance. But our experiment was flawed."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I did not have sufficient experience to provide a proper test subject. Now we will be revisiting this experiment."

"Nice to know that it’s for a good cause."

Her hand was moving extremely slowly, and as far as Asuka could see, barely touching skin. It rose above the head of his dick, then back down. Shinji’s cock was responding in fits and jerks, and judging from the muffled sounds, he was definitely enjoying the sensation.

Now Rei shifted slightly, and slipped the head into her mouth. Asuka had not seen her do this before; she’d been too busy recovering the last time, and the time before that...well, she’d arrived just afterwards, so...She realized that she could learn a lot from Rei. Her slow, certain movements produced quiet moans of pleasure from Shinji. As she watched, Rei slowed down further, her head moving painfully slow. Criminally slow. Shinji’s moans of pleasure soon took on a desperate strain.

"Rei..."

She stopped, leaned back a bit. "Yes?"

"You’re...Damn, that’s good, but I feel like I’m gonna explode."

"You will not. Not yet, at least." She sucked his cock back into her mouth, this time taking its entire length, until her chin rested in his pubic hair. Shinji gasped, and shuddered.

Asuka felt as though every nerve ending she owned was on fire. Rei had her Master completely under her control, and was using that control for nothing more than giving him pleasure. She wished she had consented to Rei’s control; now, she was certain that she owed her that much.

Now Rei paused, and slipped his cock out of her mouth again. Shinji gasped in frustration.

"Why did you stop? I was so close..."

"That is why I stopped." Rei smiled slightly. "You need time to calm down."

"You’re being very mean to me."

"Again, you disrespect me." She shifted her position, lowering herself towards his mouth. "Apologize, and I may continue."

She stiffened suddenly, gasping, as Shinji went to work on her. Sweat stood out on her brow, and Asuka could only watch.

"Very good, Shinji..." She drew in a shuddering breath. "A little higher...yessss...." She threw back her head, an expression of bliss on her face. "So good..."

Asuka jumped, as the vibrator roared to life inside her, a yelp escaping her lips. She could no longer focus on Rei, but could only concentrate on the heat burning between her legs. Her juices seeped out around the toy, her slick passage contracting around it, but the belt held it firmly in place.

Then it stopped, and she moaned in frustration. Just one more minute...

"That is enough, Shinji. I accept your apology." Rei took a second to catch her breath. "Almost, you make me unwilling to wait."

"I know why you’re waiting. I won’t take that from you."

"Do that again, and the choice may be taken from you." She leaned forward again, and slowly licked the head of his cock. "But back to the business at hand."

"Or lip?"

"No more lip from you."

"Yes, ma’am."

Again she took him into her mouth, but this time, did not move her head. Instead, her hand slowly stroked him as she held the tip of his cock between her lips. Shinji bucked, but her weight across his hips kept them from rising up and driving himself further into her mouth.

"Ohgod...Rei..."

She did not reply, merely kept up the slow strokes. Shinji writhed under her ministrations, his muscles standing out in stark relief as he strained the bindings that held him to the bed. Rei’s free hand reached around and cupped his balls, while the other continued its tortuously slow stimulation. Shinji was making no effort to restrain his moans, but the note in them was approaching agony.

Rei paused again, and pulled his cock from her mouth. "Rest a moment."

"Rei!" Her name almost burst from Asuka’s lips. "Are you ever gonna let him cum?"

Rei looked over at her, curiosity on her face. "How would he treat you, in this situation?"

She did not have a reply. At least, not one that would help her Master.

Rei answered for her. "He would tease you. He has forbidden you, in the past, to reach orgasm. And punished you when you failed."

"But--"

"I believe the proper expression is, ’payback is a bitch.’" She turned back to Shinji. "You seem to have recovered a bit. Shall I continue?" She stiffened, and gasped. "Oh..." Her eyes closed; whatever Shinji was doing to her, she seemed to be enjoying. "You are determined to test my patience, are you not?"

She drew one fingernail along the underside of his penis, and it jumped. Shinji grunted, and apparently stopped what he was doing; she shuddered, then swung her leg over his head and lay on the far side of him. Shinji’s face was wet with her juices; Asuka licked her lips, wishing she could taste it herself.

"Very bad Shinji." Rei pulled herself to a sitting position, alongside of him. She flicked the head of his cock with her finger, and he gasped. "Your blood sings in your ears, does it not?"

"Yeah."

"We will continue to explore your limits." Her leg came over him again, and this time she straddled his crotch.

He suddenly looked a bit concerned. "You’re not gonna--"

"No. The time is not yet right." She shifted, and he gasped. "I believe that this is called ’frottage’. Non-penetrative genital sexual contact."

"Oh, damn..."

"Pleasureable for both of us..." She closed her eyes, and continued to slowly draw herself along his shaft. "Can you imagine it, Asuka. No penetration, but constant stimulation of the clitoris and penis."

"Even speaking clinically, you make it sound erotic." Asuka licked her lips again. "You should try talking erotically."

"An excellent suggestion." Rei looked down at Shinji. "How does it feel? My hot, wet, cunt, rubbing along your cock?"

"Fuck, it feels good," Shinji gasped. "Looks good, too."

"Does it please you, to see my bare pussy, this close to your dick?" Rei leaned back a bit. "Do you like the view?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I would imagine that Asuka would like to see this, too." Rei grinned wickedly, the expression startling Asuka. "Pity we cannot untie you."

She sped up, and leaned forwards again, but kept her rhythm smooth and unbroken. Shinji’s jaw was clenched, his fists white with the pressure, and under the strain, the remote slipped into the maximum setting.

Asuka clamped down on the vibrator, pushing herself as hard as she could into the chair, driving the dildo deep inside her. She shuddered, a crest of pleasure washing over her. It was not an orgasm, and she felt it shallow, then begin to rise again, and increased the pressure.

Rei noticed, and paused. "Shinji. The remote."

Shinji was beyond words. Rei slid forward along his torso, and grabbed his hand. It opened reflexively, the remote falling from his hand to the floor. The shuttle control snapped back to the off position, and Asuka sobbed as the vibrator ceased functioning.

Shinji gasped, some clarity returning to his eyes. "Shit, I dropped it."

"Yes, you did." Rei frowned down at him. "And now I must consider a punishment." She slid back a bit, but her backside encountered his cock, standing at an angle under its own tension. Rei gasped at the contact.

As did Shinji. "Rei, you’re--"

"I do not wish this, not yet, but to feel this, at the gates..." She shifted a bit, and Shinji gasped. "Yes, there. The very tip, just at my opening. With one thrust, you could take me..."

Shinji lay still.

"The more you hesitate, the more I desire it. I must remove the temptation." She shifted again, this time lifting herself clear of him, and sliding down until his cock lay between her breasts. "Have you recovered?"

"A bit." He looked a bit cagey. "I’m not sure I can recover an awful lot any more."

"Then you wish me to give you relief?"

"Yeah."

"Then this shall be your punishment. I shall not."

His head dropped back onto the pillow with a sigh. Rei gently wrapped a hand around his cock, and licked from his balls to the tip, and he jumped again.

"You’re just gonna tease me some more?"

"Until the blood roars in your ears." She drew him back, and again enveloped him, her hand and mouth moving in concert, still with agonising slowness. His back arched, his hips pushing upwards, and she shifted her weight, forcing him back down to the bed, keeping control of the pace. The terribly slow pace. His face was flushed crimson, and sweat mixed with Rei’s juices on his face and chest. Finally, he screamed, pushed past his limits, and Rei’s, as his backside cleared the bed even under her weight.

Rei slowly pulled her mouth off his organ, and looked over to Asuka. "And still, he has not reached orgasm."

Shinji was writhing on the bed, his cock wet with nothing more than saliva.

"He is deep in the blood song, now." Rei slowly stood off the bed. "And I am not far behind him. Do you wish to see him gain relief?"

"Yes." Asuka was still shuddering from the extended run of the vibrator. Rei turned, and untied Shinji. First the feet, then his hands. Asuka was surprised that he didn’t take the opportunity to relieve his lust right there and then, but merely lay, gasping and twitching.

"Shinji. Your pet wishes to see you." She pulled him upright, and led him over to the chair. Asuka watched him approaching, his cock still rigid and swollen, and realized that the angle and height were just about perfect...

She opened her mouth, and captured his cock between her lips. Shinji jerked, his cock leaping in her mouth, and she joyfully drew it in, as deep as she could. His hips bucked, his hands buried themselves in her hair, and he rammed himself into her. It was too much; her eyes widened, and she almost gagged.

Rei saw it, and put a hand on Shinji’s arm. "Gently, Shinji. This is too much for her." She moved the hand down to his waist, and the other slipped between his legs to cup his balls again. "Slow down a bit, and let your pet enjoy this as well."

Enough reasoning remained in him to follow her words, and hands, and he reduced the pressure, but continued to fuck her mouth. She matched her movements to his, as much as she could while bound to the chair. Rei’s hand stroked his testicles gently, and she slowed his motions a bit more, but then carefully allowed them to speed up again. Three times, Asuka felt her teeth scrape across his shaft, but he was far too gone to care, or even notice. When finally he came, it was with a bone-shaking cry of release, and her mouth filled with the bitter, salty taste of his seed.

He staggered backwards, a second shot splashing across her face, and Rei guided him back to the bed. He collapsed backwards onto it, and Rei smiled.

"I do not think that he has ever reached that level in the past." She glanced over at Asuka. "Poor thing, unable to play."

"Fuck you." She couldn’t keep the bitterness and frustration from her voice.

Rei raised an eyebrow. "Do you wish to?"

"Yes." Now a note of hope. "Please. You still have not been pleased."

"You are quite dirty at the moment." Rei reached forwards, and undid the bra, then untied her legs. She clamped them together, around the vibrator, but Rei gently pushed them open again, and then pullled the vibrator and panties down. "I think a shower is in order."

Point of View

Nineteen: A Chance Encounter

Shinji scowled at the Sybian. "Man, I’d love to see Rei riding this thing...just won’t fit in the gym bag, though."

He looked over the various accessories he had planned on taking and realised that he needed to narrow the list down again. "Let’s see. Strap-on is a must," he noted, sliding it in the back. "Not sure about these things," he pondered, holding up a set of nipple clamps.

He considered who would likely end up wearing them, and tossed them aside. "Body oil is a must," he stated, sliding it into the bag, images of sheening alabaster skin in his mind. He noted that the zipper was badly abused on this gym bag; it likely wouldn’t slide at all. He’d have to keep a careful hold of the handles.

"Handcuffs," Shinji ran his fingers over the cold metal. "Why does she even have these?" He asked, quickly discarding them.

Just the thought of Rei was enough to turn him on. Not that it took much with this body. But the thought of her soft skin, firm breasts, smooth mound and sweet taste...He’d been away from her for less than a full day, and was already hungry for more.

"Hydraulic vibrator," Shinji noted next. Of course, it wasn’t really hydraulic, but size and pressure it seemed capable of has made it earn its nickname in Shinji’s eyes. "Definitely."

"Busy day ahead?" Asuka leaned in through the bedroom door and smirked. "I hope you don’t wear her out completely." Her eyes fell to the massive vibrator, and widened. "Oh, Christ. She’s not ready for that."

"You want to try first?" Shinji taunted.

"That thing’s probably as big around as my leg." Asuka paused, and added, "You might want to trade up to the next size."

"Shouldn’t you be spreading your legs right about now?" Shinji shot back. "Seriously, if this looks so complicated, I can give you a full product demonstration."

Asuka sniffed. "You’re not equipped to meet my needs."

Shinji frowned at that statement, missing his old body a bit. "You have no idea what you need."

Asuka looked down a bit. "I...You might be right. But Shinji has been..."

Shinji smiled an evil grin. Another chance to freak out Asuka and humiliate Misato. He sat down on the futon and spread his legs, revealing he wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt. "The trick with using a big vibrator like this one is to work around the edges first.."

"M..Misato! What are you doing?" Asuka nearly screamed.

"Giving a demonstration."

"I don’t need this kind of demonstration!"

Shinji considered, then decided to take Misato’s tack on this. "Well, I’m ordering you to pay attention."

Asuka shook her head. "You can’t order me to do this!"

"I’m not exactly ordering you to shove it into me."

Asuka shook her head. "Forget it. Leave me out of your sick fantasies." She turned and stalked from the room.

Shinji smiled wider and stood back up. "Damn, got me all hot and bothered..." He turned his attention back to his bag of goodies and grabbed the black nightie next as well as the shaving kit.

It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know how to play poker. Why couldn’t they choose a game he did know? But whatever the reason, they’d chosen poker, and here he was on his day off, trying to learn the rules of the stupid game.

Toji flipped through the small pocket book he got from Aida. "These rules look like they’d been made up as they thought of them," he muttered. He knew he was drawing odd looks, mumbling to himself with his nose in a book while walking along, but he didn’t see a way around it.

Toji’s eyes glanced up every few words, self concious of everyone else in the traincar. It seemed like the regular lot until she walked in. Misato, dressed in a low cut blouse and a matching skirt, not even close to mid-thigh length.

Suddenly, the book lost much of its importance. Sure, Misato was hot under the worst of circumstances, but at the moment, the very mini skirt and blouse were drawing the eyes of every male in the car. Himself most certainly included.

Misato glanced at him and smiled slightly. Toji quickly pushed his nose into the book to hide his blush.

"Talked to Aida recently?"

"Umm, just this morning. Why?" Toji answered.

"Oh, I figured he’d have lots to talk about." Misato shrugged. "After that scene with Shinji at school on Friday..."

"He seemed fine when I talked to him yesterday. In fact, he was practically floating."

"Well, he misinterpreted something that Shinji said, and I helped straighten him out." Misato considered, and added, "He was really uptight, and I helped him out."

The train stopped and Toji quickly needed to move. "Umm, this is my stop!" Toji lied.

"Mine too! What a coincidence." Misato grinned, and Toji felt his heart drop. Too bad other parts didn’t. "Are you going to visit Rei?"

Toji shook his head. "No...headed for home, actually. I’ve gotta learn this stupid game before tomorrow."

Toji started to walk, trying to up his pace, but found Misato was easily able to continue walking right next to him.

"You seem to be having a problem Toji. Maybe you can tell me about it and I can help you work through it."

"Shinji invited me and Hikari, and Rei, over to his place for a game of poker. I don’t even know the game!"

"That doesn’t seem to be a big deal, Toji," Misato noted. "You don’t have to be the best at everything."

"I don’t wanna be the best," objected Toji. "I just don’t wanna be the worst."

"Really? You always seem so competitive. Especially sports. You must work out a lot."

"Competitive is one thing, but I’m not like Asuka."

"So what do you know about the game?"

Toji waved the book. "I got this quick tips guide from Aida, but it doesn’t cover any strategy or anything."

"Let me see." Misato reached for the book, but the movement caused her to partially lose her grip on her tote. The bag spilled open, disgorging a variety of items.

Toji was quickly on the ground. "Let me help you with that!" he announced. However, as soon as he grabbed the first item, he stopped.

"What the heck--" He dropped the vibrator, his face turning brilliantly red. "Maybe I should let you pick these up."

"Why? They’re washed."

"That’s not the point!" His blush deepened. "I mean, this ain’t the sort of thing that you’d want some guy you don’t really know pawin’ around in, right?"

Misato bent down, the motion showing off her cleavage as she grabbed each item and deposited it into her bag. "Does this embarrass you?"

"It should embarrass you!"

"Are you saying you’re untrustworthy? Are you getting perverted thoughts, Toji?" Misato asked in a whisper.

"Aw, man..." Toji sighed. "Look, I don’t think it’d be right to answer that, okay?"

"So that’s a yes."

Toji quickly looked around for the nearest restroom where he could alleviate his ’problem’.

"Running away won’t help solve your problem." Misato grinned evilly. She glanced around herself, then, satisfied that they were alone on this stretch of street, reached down and gently grasped his erection. "But maybe I can help you out."

Toji turned back to her, his face locked in shock. ’No way, I must be hearing her wrong!’ he thought. ’I must be dreaming!’

"Oh, come on. I’ve seen you staring at this body, drooling uncontrollably." She smirked. "I have that affect on men, I know."

Toji’s hormone soaked mind could only let one word slip through his lips. "Where?"

"How about that doorway?" Misato indicated it with her free hand. "It looks like it’s padlocked, so we don’t have to worry about it opening."

"But... it’s out in the open."

"What? You worried about being caught banging the one woman that everyone in your class drools over?" Her voice dropped seductively. "Don’t you want to fuck me like a slut, right in an alleyway?"

Toji’s only answer was to reach one hand foward and gently cup Misato’s left breast.

"Ooh, looks like a yes." She grinned, and pulled him towards the doorway. "So tell me, is it your fantasy to grab me like that?"

"Well..." He blushed. "My fantasies were a bit more..."

"How do they feel in your hand?"

"They’re soft...Kinda expected that, but..."

"Yes?" Misato grinned widely. His blush deepened, and Misato sighed. "Not much into the trash talk, eh?"

"Well," Misato lifted her arms up. "I’m all yours."

"I--" He almost looked scared.

"This is your first time, isn’t it?"

"Pretty obvious, ain’t it?"

"Well, I know the things you always said you wanted to do, so just do them. I won’t bite...unless that’s your thing."

Toji hesitated again, feeling a bit at at a loss, then put an arm around her, leaned down, and sucked a nipple between his lips. Misato gasped, arching towards him.

His other hand slowly inched up her thigh, passing under the skirt, until he encountered her pussy. As he and Aida had repeatedly insisted, she was shaved, though a bit rough at the moment.

"Dont’ get too lost in the preliminaries. I found most youngsters can barely hold their first load, and it’d be a shame for your pants if that happens."

He released the nipple and looked up at her. "Hey, you said to do what I want." He worked a finger into her, and was surprised to feel that she was already wet.

Misato moaned and nodded. "Just giving advice."

"Well, one think me and--well, I wanted to try was..." He hesitated. "Would you...go down on me?"

"Not if you ask that way."

Misato grinned. "See? Doesn’t that feel better to say it like that?"

Misato turned a bit, placing her back against the alcove wall, and slid down. The movement brought her shaved box into view, and Toji felt his cock twitch at the sight. She pulled down the waistband of his track pants, freeing his cock. "My, you are big for your age."

"Thanks?" Toji answered, his face on fire.

"Oh, don’t be so modest." Misato chuckled, and stroked his cock. "I’ve seen more than a few, and can’t think of anyone better hung than you."

Before Toji could give a response however, he felt Misato’s warm wet mouth slowly lock on the head of his cock. He jerked, almost spastically; the sensation was beyond anything he’d expected.

Misato popped his cock out of her mouth, and said, "If you cum this soon, it won’t be much to boast of, you know."

"I’ll keep it under control."

"You’d better." She chuckled, and licked the head before sliding the entire length into her mouth.

Toji grabbed the wall to steady himself. He always guessed Misato was capable of deepthroat, but talking about it in the bathroom and experiencing it were two different things.

She slid back again, to the tip, and he shuddered again. She grinned around his member, and slowly slid it in again.

Toji instinctively reached one hand forward and ran his fingers through Misato’s hair. ’Oh my god, this is really happening!’ he thought to himself as he felt Misato’s head starting a slow rhythm.

"I..." He gasped. "I don’t think I can hold on much longer..."

She stood, and hiked her skirt up a bit more, then turned and leaned against the wall, pushing her ass towards him. "You’re the boss."

Toji put both hands on Misato’s ass and squeezed for a second. He couldn’t believe it, but he wasn’t going to let his disbelief paralyse him.

His cock brushed against her pussy, but contrary to what he’d heard, didn’t pop right in. He paused, considering how he was to proceed, but Misato apparently grew impatient.

"First timer. I keep forgetting." She reached between her legs, pushing his cock against her, and leaned back.

Toji felt himself enter Misato and couldn’t believe the warmth. He was still a moment, basking in the sensation. "You’ve got to do some of the work," Misato reminded him.

"Hey, I’m just savouring the moment." Toji sighed and started to thrust in.

Misato moaned, and pushed back against him; first timer or no, he was obviously making an impression. "God, yeah. It’s so nice to have this much meat in one go."

Toji couldn’t believe his ears. The way Misato talked during sex was so dirty, but he had to admit it turned him on like he wouldn’t believe. He ensured his grip on Misato’s thighs was firm and started a slow rocking motion.

"Yeah...God, I wish we had more room...try out a deep penetration move..."

"Maybe another time." Toji smirked.

"I wasn’t really expecting another time, but now that I know what you’re packing..."

"Got you to thank for that."

"Last time I--Oh, yes! Last time I tease some poor innocent kid."

Toji leaned forward onto Misato and reached his hands forward, cupping her bouncing breasts. "Do you like this?"

"Oh, harder!"

He built up a bit more speed, the sound of slapping flesh filling the alley, counterpointed by Misato’s grunts of pleasure.

Toji’s body, though young and toned, was only capable of keeping up so far, however, as he felt his release nearing. "Jesus..." He gasped, as he felt his balls contract. He quickly pulled out of her, just as the first blast erupted from him, splashing her ass with white, sticky goo.

"What--"

The second blast hit her backside as well, and the third, losing energy, splashed down onto her miniskirt. He lurched backwards, fell against the opposite wall, and fought to catch his breath.

"You could’ve left it in," Misato stated.

"I--" He gasped again, still not fully recovered.

Misato turned around, frowning. "You’ve watched too many goddamn porno films. Lesson one: Ignore them." She scrubbed at her ass, trying to mop up his cum with the hem of her skirt. "If you don’t learn that, you’re gonna piss off a lot of women. Most aren’t as forgiving as me." She sighed. "Now I have to get a new skirt."

"Sorry." He looked down.

"Good thing it’s a short distance to Rei’s. Hopefully, no-one will see me between here and there." She scowled again.

"Does this put a damper on next time?"

She laughed. "No. But it might push it a little further back in the future." She stepped closer to him, and whispered. "But I definitely want another taste of this." She grasped his still-hard cock gently.

It might not have been the best time for Toji’s brain to resume operations, but he suddenly put two and two together, and got about seventeen. "You’re goin’ to Rei’s with a bag full of sex toys?"

"Yeah." She scowled. "And if anyone finds out, you can forget about next time. Got it?"

Toji nodded fearfully. But his curiosity got the better of him. "So...you and Rei are..."

"Yes. Does that excite you?"

"I *knew* she was a carpet-muncher!" Toji laughed. "Yeah, it excites me. Are you kiddin’?"

"Actually, Rei’s like me." Misato answered.

"Bi?" Toji pondered this, his imagination running a bit wild.

"Whoa there, don’t get too excited. I have to get going, remember?" Misato frowned. "And wipe the drool off your face. I don’t think you have a chance with her."

Rei looked up from the book in her lap as Shinji entered the room. "I expected you half an hour ago."

"Sorry. Got held up." Shinji closed the door, carefully locked it, and then walked into the main room of the apartment. She hefted the canvas bag. "Got some fun stuff in here."

"Did you borrow those from Misato?"

"Yeah, but I’ve cleaned them all quite thoroughly. Don’t worry."

"But why? Regardless of who was in control, your current body was the last to use them, correct?"

Shinji paused, and considered this. "Well, I suppose. But I’ve never used some of them personally, so I don’t know who they’ve been in."

"Interesting. I also wonder whose toothbrush you are using."

"Actually..." He chuckled. "One of the first things I did was to buy a brand-new one."

"Your current appearance suggests that your delay was male. May I ask who it was?"

"Uhhh...Toji."

"Ah." Rei nodded. "I shall refrain from commenting on your taste. And I hope that his taste will remain a mystery for the moment."

"Believe it, it was 99% this body doing the choosing for me."

"There is no need to justify. But I would request that you take a shower." She wrinkled her nose. "Your current odour is less than attractive."

"You’re not...mad at me?"

"We have long since established that you and the Captain are acting a bit out of character due to the chemical differences of your bodies. Getting mad at chemicals seems pointless."

"I..." He looked down, somewhat embarassed. "I did say it was only 99%. Part of me...a real small part...well, I kinda..."

"Is this what you would call revenge?"

"I wish it was that simple. No, I...I think I’ve just gotten hooked on sex. The chance came up and..."

"I see. But I am more than just ’a chance’, right?"

"Rei, I..." He sighed. "I’m sorry. I don’t wanna screw this up. I just wasn’t thinking."

"No, I understand biological need. But there are other needs as well."

"I haven’t met anyone else that I need."

"I was referring to the shower. Please."

Shinji nodded. "Oh, right. Would you also happen to have a skirt I can wear?" he asked as he started to strip.

Rei eyed his current body. "I intend no offense to the Captain, or to you. I do not think that any of my clothing would fit her."

"Great. Got a washing machine?" he asked as he draped the skirt over a chair.

"I have a clothesline."

"Guess I can wash it in the sink. It’s just cotton." He grinned. "Means I’ll be here a while."

"Good. But wash yourself first."

"Yes, dear." He turned and walked down the hall towards the shower. Had he looked back, he could not have missed the blush spreading across her cheeks.

Point of View

Twenty: Toys

Rei examined the canvas bag with some interest. The cheap plastic zipper had several missing teeth, and as a result, did not stay closed properly.

Curiousity won over and she dumped the bag’s contents onto the bed. Her eyebrows rose at the assortment of equipment. Some were simply practical; the razor that he’d intended to bring, a toothbrush, and a packet of tea.

Rei gently lifted up the strap-on device, amazed at it’s shape and size. "I wonder why Misato had this." She examined the belt, and realized that it was sized for someone other than Misato. Someone even smaller than herself. It seemed that there were depths to the Captain that she still did not realize.

Rei then picked up the small nightie and felt the material against her fingers. She shivered slightly and wondered if she should get somthing like that for herself. She held it up to her body, wishing she had a mirror, then laid it aside.

The next item was a small vibrator; she examined it critically, and considered some uses for it. It seemed too small to provide any satisfaction through penetration, but when she switched it on, she found that it was most energetic for its size.

She flicked it back off, to conserve battery power, and moved onward. A bottle of body oil. Perhaps he intended to give her a massage. That would be pleasant, but not sexual.

The final item in Shinji’s bag, however was the most frightening. She lifted it up, and was shocked by it’s weight. It large, almost a caricature.

’Oh, my.’

It was purple, seven centimetres in diameter and thirty centimetres long. Compared to Shinji’s real equipment, this thing was a monster, and Misato had spoken in defense of Shinji’s...endowment.

She raised her voice so that Shinji might hear her over the shower. "Does this piece of equipment require diesel?"

Shinji laughed through the door, his laughter taking on a near giggling quality. "Nope, but I suspect it may need an oil change by the end of the day."

"I feel somewhat...intimidated by it."

Shinji walked out the bathroom, still mostly damp, but with a towel over his shoulders. "Don’t be. You’d be surprised at how much give you have."

"Do not confuse my body with that one. It has seen much less use."

"Oh, right. What does that say about this body, heh." Shinji lifted up the strap-on device first and started to work on fastening it.

Rei raised her hand. "Wait."

"What?"

"We have several hours before you are able to leave. Should we not...relish...the available time?"

Shinji dropped the strap-on to the bed. "Sorry. I guess I’m just having some penis envy."

"Understandable."

"It would be a bit strange to be envying my own penis, right?"

"Perhaps." Rei lifted the body oil. "May I ask why you chose to bring this, when most of the rest of your kit was more sexually oriented?"

"Believe me, oiling up a hot body is totally sexual."

"Aside from the fact that I keep the temperature in my apartment moderated, I have never been referred to as ’hot’. ’Cold’, on the other hand..."

"You are very hot," Shinji stated, bending down to the girl. "So much that I wish I had my old equipment, right here, right now."

"Then I assume that by ’hot’, you are referring to my appearance?"

"Yes. I remember when I first saw you... at least I think the first time I saw you."

"Covered in bandages, wearing a plugsuit, and bleeding."

"But I still thought ’She’s beautiful’."

Rei blinked. "This surprises me. I have never considered myself so." She paused. "Actually, I have never contemplated my own appearance at all."

"Well, you should. You have a fantastic body. And I love your face."

"I...am uncertain how to respond." She looked a bit lost. "I will say thank you, but..."

"But?"

"But I am confused." She shook her head. "I had thought that external appearance meant nothing?"

"Umm, well, that is..." Shinji stumbled.

"It is merely an accident of birth. A coincidence of genetics, that I should have a face and body that you find appealing. How does it matter?"

"Well, it doesn’t really." Shinji was beginning to looked frightened. "It’s just a nice bonus, is all."

Rei considered that, and nodded. "I understand." She lifted the oil. "Would you demonstrate?"

"Certainly," Shinji grinned as he tossed the towel off. "Please strip and lay on the bed face down."

She stood, and began to unbutton her jumper. "I have had therapeutic massage in the past, following an injury. It was pleasant. In what way does this differ?"

"The difference is in who is doing it. A cold, impersonal masseuse...or someone you care about." He leaned over a bit, whispered quietly in her ear. "How do you feel about me running my hands all over your naked body?"

Rei’s face became flushed. "I think I would enjoy it." She dropped the jumper, and began unbuttoning her shirt. "Have you practised this with anyone else?"

"Not really. Most of my sex recently was me just ’taking it’."

"Then how do you know of what you speak?"

"Well, I’ve had myself to experiment with. I guess you could call it theory."

She shucked off the shirt, and unclasped her bra. "It is an attractive theory. We should see if your theory stands up to practise."

"God I hope so," Shinji answered.

"What do you mean by ’taking it’?"

He chuckled. "I mean that I was basically out for myself. Taking whatever pleasure I could find. Until now, I wasn’t really worried about giving any back."

"And I assume you found many willing partners."

He raised a hand. "None of them meant anything! Really." He sighed. "That was kind of the problem."

"Don’t worry, I understand," Rei answered as she laid on the bed.

"Uh...panties are still on. This stuff would probably stain them."

"I appear to have forgotten to remove them. Would you do so?"

Shinji bent down and slowly pulled them off. "Nice butt."

"You have seen it before."

"Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it every time."

The comment sent a quiet thrill through Rei. She relaxed, pillowing her head on her folded arms.

His hands touched her back, and she gasped. Apparently, a ’slight warming sensation’ was gross understatement. His hands felt like fire as they slowly stroked her lower back.

"Pleasant isn’t it?"

"Yes."

His hands worked at the muscles in her lower back. His motions were unpractised, unlike the masseuse, but relaxing none the less. But he had been right; there was a difference.

His hands moved further up, to the deltoid muscle, and she could not repress a moan. The oil soaked into her skin, causing every nerve to light up, and accentuated every touch of his hands.

"Looks like the theory is proven?"

"It would seem so." She inclined her head a bit as his hands moved further up, now working into the muscles of her neck.

Shinji’s fingers pushed lightly and rotated softly. There was definite emotion with each touch. She almost felt that she could read his mind, through his fingertips; he was enjoying doing this as much as she was.

His fingers left her skin, and she moaned in frustration, but then she heard the sound of the bottle opening again. Then his hands touched down again, this time on her backside.

"I love your muscles." Shinji whispered.

"Right now, so do I." She gasped as he squeezed both cheeks, fingertips working deep into the muscle. The sensation was almost painful, but when his hands released the muscle, the resulting pleasure was beyond what she felt was proper for a mere massage.

"God, I wish I was me again," Shinji whispered to himself.

His hands moved down again, both onto one leg, and she nearly bit her lip. This time, the massage -was- painful, as his fingers found and then worked at a knot in the thigh.

He must have felt her tense, for he immediately said, "Sorry."

"It is all right. I needed that."

"I know. But I didn’t come here to hurt you." The knot relaxed, and he stroked her leg gently. "How’s that?"

"Better. Much better."

He moved down to the calf, which was just as tense, but apparently had no knots. "I’ve had a massage once. Felt pretty boneless afterwards, but I felt really good, too."

"You speak of before the switch, I assume."

"Yeah. Any idea why it feels so good? I mean, the masseuse took away the pain, which was good, but it was..."

"The body releases endorphins to attempt to reduce the pain caused by the buildup of toxins in the muscle. Massage removes the toxins, but leaves the endorphins."

"I see. Let’s create more endorphins." Shinji shifted further down again, this time to the foot. "Are you ticklish?"

"I am unsure."

"Okay, I’ll assume you are." His thumbs dug into the arch of her foot, and she gasped. "We spend all day standing on these things...any wonder they get tense."

"Your research was well done."

"Everybody knows the value of a foot rub." He chuckled, and moved over to the other foot.

"May I rub you next?" Rei asked.

"We’re far from done. Plus, I doubt you’ll want to move much when we’re finished."

"Perhaps in a few hours."

He started up the other leg. "How do you get so tense, so early in the day?"

"I have been...anticipating your arrival since I awoke."

"Ah, anticipation is almost as good as the final pleasure, isn’t it?"

"So I am discovering." She gasped as he found another knot, this one in the calf. "A bit harder...?"

"Of course," Shinji answered, adding pressure.

She gasped again, the pain growing, then receding. "Ah...Shinji..."

He paused. "Yes?"

"Feels so good..."

He smiled, and moved up to the thigh. That muscle was less tense, and took little effort for him to relax it.

"Okay. Roll over."

She did so, surprised at the effort that it took. Her nipples were fully erect, and Shinji’s grin widened. "Yes, you have been enjoying it, I see."

"I imagine you wish to massage these first."

"Where would the fun be in that?" He moved back down to her legs, and opened the bottle again. "Didn’t you just say that anticipation heightens the pleasure?"

"...Yes."

"Then I guess I should start here instead." He ran his hands along her leg. She moaned gently, the heat of his hands and the oil seeping into her muscles. The shin was quick, but the thigh required quite some time, and she was painfully aware of each time his hands approached the top of her thigh...and went no further.

"Girls are really good about having a slow burn," Shinji stated. "I guess if I was back to normal, I wouldn’t be able to take it any longer."

"I think that you are being uncharitable towards yourself."

"Really?"

"You are aware that Misato and I have had sex. Her endurance in your body, which she has described as being ’lacking in stamina’, exceeds my own."

"Really?" Shinji’s interest piqued. "Tell me, how was my body?"

"It is difficult to judge, as it was not you within it." Rei gasped as he shifted to the other thigh. "But I would say...pleasant in flavour and softer in touch."

"Really? I imagined I was quite soft now."

"Misato’s body is older. It has--Oh...more callouses."

"Really? But my thighs are so soft now."

"Yes, they are." She smiled. "I look forward to repeating this when you are back in your own body."

"Me too." His hands moved up to her belly, gentle strokes across it. "Do you do many sit-ups, Rei?"

"Twenty per day."

"Thought so. There’s no muscle on you that isn’t toned. I should be thanking you." His hands moved along her ribs, not in massage, just teasingly. "If you didn’t work out, this wouldn’t be as much fun for you." His hands came up, the fingertips rubbing the muscles above her breasts.

"Shinji, are you a breast man?"

"Aren’t all fourteen-year-old boys?" He grinned. "I am, but I prefer perfection to size." His fingertips traced circles around her breasts. "These are perfect."

Rei blushed a bit. "I thought that males preferred size, honestly."

"You’re not exactly tiny, you know." His hands cupped her breasts, though he avoided touching the nipples. "My normal hands are about the same size as Misato’s...And yes, these fill these hands properly."

Rei arched her back, the heat of his oil-covered hands almost burning her. "Oh...Please. Shinji. I..."

"Want me to get the strap on now?"

"No...not yet--" She gasped, and continued. "You are teasing me...don’t stop..."

"You’re reacting a lot more strongly than last time."

"Last time, I wasn’t covered in oil that provides a ’slight warming sensation’. I want your touch, not a..." She gasped again, as he took a nipple between his lips. "Oh, yes."

"Well, I just want you," Shinji answered.

"...Yours. Take me, please!"

He grinned, and slowly licked the other nipple. Rei cried out, her hips bucking. His hands slid down her sides again, until they came to rest on her ass. He threw a leg over her, straddling her head, and she opened her legs to him.

"Yo!" Toji waved a hand. "Over here, buddy."

Aida looked up from his book. "About time you got here!"

"You’ll never fuckin’ believe what just happened." Toji tossed the poker book into Aida’s lap, and leaned back against the wall. "I still can’t believe it myself."

"You got laid?"

Toji blinked. "How’d ya guess?"

"Because I had the same stupid shit-eating grin on my face, the first time," replied Aida.

"Ah, but this wasn’t with some skinny chick in class," Toji bragged.

"Wasn’t in my case, either." Aida leaned back, and raised a thumb. "And I got it all on videotape, too."

"Yeah right!" Toji scoffed. "Prove it."

"Sounds convenient."

"Man, I knew it would be fantastic, but to get to bone such a hot babe the first time..."

"You make it sound like an all day thing," Toji observed.

"It fuckin’ near was." Aida laughed. "Only reason we quit was because she had to go in to NERV for a sync test or something."

"Rei? Asuka?" Toji’s jaw dropped. "Oh, don’t tell me you banged Asuka. You traitor!"

Aida shook his head. "God, no. I mean, I’d throw it into her, but--"

"Well, I know it wasn’t Rei, because she’s either gay or bi."

"Nope, it was the big one."

Toji paused, an uncomfortable idea coming to mind. "Not...Misato?"

"Man, her breasts felt awesome! They look bigger than you’d imagine!"

"I know," observed Toji sourly. "And the way she shaves her snatch."

Aida’s eyes went wide. "You too?"

"Yeah." He leaned back, scowling. "Figures. I actually get something to boast about, and you’ve already beat me to her."

"It doesn’t matter that much, does it?"

Toji thought about it for a moment, then slapped his forehead. "What the fuck am I complainin’ about?" He grinned. "No, it don’t matter. All that matters is that I got to fuck Misato!"

"I couldn’t believe how much stamina she had," Aida started to daydream. "It felt like hours upon hours."

"All I got was a quickie in an alley."

"Oh, well, I guess that’s still good. But on a futon with her on top..."

"Okay, you’ve convinced me that I need to bang her again." Toji chuckled. "Good thing I got an open invitation."

"Hey, I’m getting second dibs too!" Aida stated. "Afterall, I am owed that much with her borrowing my camera for so long."

"Well, I got cause to be there tonight." Toji smirked. "Been invited to a poker game. Shinji, Rei, Asuka and Hikari." He shrugged. "And if Misato’s there, too..."

"I don’t think she’s ever satisfied, honestly." Aida grinned a goofy grin. "After my first go, I sorta dozed off. When I woke up, she was already warming herself up for round two infront of my camera. Man, I have to get that camera back..."

"Yeah," laughed Toji. "Forget sellin’ pictures of Asuka. What could we get for what’s on the camera?"

Aida sighed. "Maybe I could talk her into giving me a blowjob... but then again, Misato-san doesn’t seem the type."

"Sucked me off pretty good." Toji shrugged. "Hey, how about this. If I see your camera there tonight, I’ll snag it for you. And I’m gonna try to steer the game towards strip poker."

"Can I come too? And... what does her mouth feel like?"

"Dude, I was invited by Shinji. It’s his game. You’ll have to ask him. And as fer Misato’s mouth...you’ll have to ask her." Toji grinned. "I doubt she’d say no."

Aida sat down. "I can almost imagine it... What else can we do to her?"

"I wanna try fucking her tits." Toji grinned. "Imagine those things wrapped around your cock?"

"Oh yes," Aida agreed. "And the things she screams..."

"Guess she just needed a wake-up call to what a real stud was like."

Point of View

Twenty-One: Plans And Recriminations

’Finally,’ mused Shinji, ’I get a chance to feel the other side of penetration. If in a strictly limited sense...’ Rei’s gasps and moans filled the room alongside Shinji’s. He thrust into the albino girl again and again, his hands gripping her hips as he rammed his strapped on tool in again.

The illusion of being a man again was nearly complete, if not for the pleasant bounce of his tits with each thrust. It was a sensation that, in the end, Shinji decided wasn’t all that bad.

"God, Shinji..." Rei’s face was flushed brilliant red. "I...Oh, yes. I need more." Her fingers unclenched from the bedsheet, and reached up to cup his tits. "Please..."

Shinji smiled. "It’s a bit strange to be called ’Shinji’ while you’re squeezing my boobs."

"I do not care, I just want more of you."

"I’ll be happy to give more," Shinji answered as he started thrusting harder and harder. He was quite impressed with the engineering of the strap-on, especially it’s ability to pleasure the wielder as well as her intended partner.

Rei was quickly rendered incapable of speech. She shifted her grasp, pulling him closer, and worked to match his rhythm.

Shinji glanced over his shoulder and tossed his long hair out of the way. The red light of the camcorder was still on. ’Plenty of ’tape’,’ Shinji thought gleefully.

Rei’s hands jumped further up his back, and she pulled herself clear of the bed, wrapped around him, her face buried in his tits. He gasped at the surprising strength in her arms, and realized that the muted whine coming from her throat was a suppressed scream.

Shinji bent his head down. "Did you cum?"

She dropped back onto the bed, gasping for breath. "That was...quite different...from prior orgasms."

"Care to finish me off?"

"Once...I can breathe again..." She continued to draw gasping breaths.

"So how many hours have we been ’going at it’?"

Rei glanced up at her alarm clock. "About two hours."

"Indeed." Rei smiled slightly. "I have engaged in...experiments...with the Captain to determine the limits of your body’s endurance."

"Oh? Are they impressive results?"

"I do not have a large enough sample base to make a comparison." Rei shrugged. "However, your body can out-last mine. And Asuka has less endurance than I."

"Really? I’m impressed. When I was in it, I could barely stay awake after a single jerk-off."

"We shall have to conduct more experiments once you are returned to it."

"Indeed."

Almost, she laughed at his mocking imitation of her tone.

"So. Recovered yet?"

"I am. However, I would ask that you grant me a favour."

"Sure thing."

"You brought many items today, but most of them are still untouched." Rei lifted the tiny vibrator. "Would you demonstrate the use of this?"

"I’m glad you asked," Shinji answered, taking it from her.

Rei indicated the strap-on. "You intend to keep that device on?"

"Hey, it’s the first time I’ve had a cock in a few days."

"I was rather hoping to watch you use the vibrator on yourself."

Shinji sighed and stood off the bed. He looked into the mirror at his side profile, the image of Misato’s body with such a large strap-on was almost absurd, but it stirred Shinji’s loins.

Rei noted the direction of his gaze, and said, "I find that I prefer the real thing, and I have difficulty waiting for you to use it on me."

"No, it’s not that," Shinji answered. "It’s seeing Misato’s body with a strap-on."

"Perhaps I am not yet sophisticated enough to see the appeal." Rei shrugged. "Or perhaps it simply is not a turn-on for me. I will admit to appreciating the female form, but I prefer it unambiguously female."

"I guess it’s a combination of my mind and her brain’s chemistry."

"Perhaps so."

Shinji unfastened his temporary manhood and laid it back on the chair. "All right, I guess it’s back to reality." He sat back down on the bed, and worked the dial at the base of the vibrator. It was a remarkably powerful device, for its small size, and Shinji already knew from past experience that it ate batteries like Pez.

"So what is your preferred method?"

"Of?" Rei’s confusion was evident.

"Well, of masturbation."

"I am uncertain. Only once have I engaged in such practise, and I was largely teaching myself, based on what I had already experienced at the Captain’s guidance."

"I see," Shinji responded. "Well, watch and learn. After many hours in both bodies, I could be considered an expert."

"I am always ready for another lesson." Rei adjusted herself on the bed, laying top down with her head raised somewhat by her hands.

Shinji started by tracing the cleft of his pussy with the vibrator. Even the lightest touch forced a gasp from him. "This little thing is made for one job: Applying vibration to a single point. And as you know, there is one particular single point down here that’s very fun."

"This fact has been brought to my attention. Several times."

"But really, it works anywhere you might normally like touched."

"I am perhaps a bit confused. I have noticed that pleasure is increased with greater contact. How does that device provide such contact?"

Shinji grinned. "Stick out your tongue."

Rei looked even more confused, but complied. Shinji touched the vibrator to the tip of her tongue, and she jerked it back in surprise.

"Now imagine that on your nipple. Or your clit."

"I... I see. One would wonder why they would build devices like that monstrosity when ones like these are available."

"You pick the tool for the job. Something like this would be lost, even in you." He gently pushed the vibrator into his folds, and gasped. "Right at the entrance, it feels really good, but if you want something deep inside...well, you’d be right embarrassed going to the hospital to have it removed."

"Deep inside?"

Shinji winked. "You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy having that strap-on so deep inside you that you could taste it from the inside."

Rei blushed. "I must admit it was intense..."

"Now imagine it was vibrating." He brought the tiny dildo further up, and shuddered. "Oh, damn. Right there..."

"Your stamina is truely inspiring," Rei observed.

"It’s a lot easier when you have easy access to stimuli."

"Then perhaps you could leave one of these devices here? I do not know where I could acquire one, and I sense that it is not something I would feel comfortable purchasing."

"No problem." Shinji answered before giving another gasp. "Provided I am allowed visitation rights until this is straightened out."

"Conjugal visits cannot, by law, be denied."

"Of course, this is hardly me at top form," gasped Shinji. "I’m still really worked up from using the strap-on."

"You mentioned using it on a nipple. Would you demonstrate?"

"Yeah, sure." He drew it up, along his belly, between the cleavage, then across to the nipple. At the first touch, the nipple sprang into relief. Shinji moaned softly. "Damn, this is almost as intense as having lips on it."

"Can you tell me what else breasts can be used for in self stimulation?"

"Just touching them is nice for a warm-up." He dragged the vibrator across to the other nipple. "But I find that even as sensitive as these are, I don’t get much of a charge out of them once I’m going."

"Do you enjoy looking at them?"

"I think we already covered that," he laughed shakily. "I’m still a fourteen-year-old boy, mentally. I don’t think I wore a shirt the entire first day in this body."

"Do you find Misato attractive?"

"I guess so." He slid the vibrator back down towards his crotch. "I mean, she -is- a healthy woman, and she flaunts what she’s got. But...she’s kind of intimidating, too."

Rei seemed to be bracing herself for the next question. "Is there...any woman that you find more attractive than me?"

"No," Shinji smiled.

"Truly?"

"Well, on a purely physical side...maybe Asuka. But she’s..." He sighed, and shut off the vibrator. "Damn. Playing with Asuka would be like playing with fire. Misato’s just a fantasy. You’re about the most real thing I know."

Rei considered his words, then said, "Misato has come close to making a commitment to Asuka that you would have to honour."

"That troubles me."

"It would please me to resolve this conflict, for..." She looked down a bit. "I find that I am also attracted to her."

Shinji smiled. "Now there’s a fantasy."

"Asuka believed that that would be your reaction." She looked up again. "Misato has gone to some lengths to...curb...Asuka’s worst traits."

"Well, hmm, would you prefer to have me all by yourself?"

"Is that what you are offering?"

"What if the fantasy can be reality?" Rei smiled. "It excites me, to see the level of control that ’you’ have over her. And she wishes to be controlled."

"Oh, all right, I was assuming I was to give one up."

"I would be willing to give up Asuka for you...but I would rather not." Rei picked up the vibrator, and switched it back on. "May I experiment with this?"

"Of course."

Rei reached out with the vibrator, and touched it to Shinji’s lips. His mouth fell open, and she traced a line with the dildo down his chin and across his throat.

"I guess I thought you were going to experiment on yourself."

"This is more entertaining. There is one thing we need to discuss, Shinji," Rei stated as she ran the edge of the device across his chest. "What if this is permanent?"

"God, I hope not."

"As do I." Rei looked up at him. "But if it is so, things are a bit more complex."

"What do you mean?" Shinji asked.

"For one, your attempts to ’embarrass’ Misato-san..."

"Yeah. They’ll bite me on the ass."

"Perhaps literally. For another, a three-way relationship between people of roughly the same age becomes more socially unacceptable if we add a mature woman to the equation."

"So, what are you saying, Rei?"

"I do not yet know. I am unwilling to give you up, but Asuka is quite jealous of you. Or rather, of Misato."

"Let’s not talk about this, you’re killing my buzz..." Shinji complained.

Rei shut off the vibrator. "Then before I proceed, I need to know what steps have been taken to correct the issue."

"Why did you make me wear this stupid thing?" Asuka glanced around the - thankfully deserted - street, before adjusting the belt of the strap-on vibrator.

"Think of it as training." Misato grinned. "You’re so anxious to wear a collar. Did you think that you could just take the collar off before leaving the house?"

"Well..."

"’Well’ isn’t an answer."

"A collar is one thing. This thing..." She glanced around again. "What if someone figures out I’ve got it on?"

"Do you think I’ll let anyone walk up to you and flip up your skirt?"

She could see the struggle on the redhead’s face. "No. I guess not."

Misato put her hand on Asuka’s shoulder. "Then relax."

Asuka looked pointedly at Misato’s other hand, the one with the remote control. "It’s kind of hard to relax when you’ve got that thing in your hand." She turned away. "So what now?"

"Well, we need to discuss tonight’s game with Rei. So I figured we’d take the subway over there."

"Ah. Right." She started towards the subway station. Misato noted the way she was eyeing each person they passed. "So what exactly do you have planned for tonight, Shinji?"

"I kind of figured that. But normally, the only time a guy invites a girl over for poker is if it’s strip."

"It won’t be at first. Can you hustle?"

"What? You want me to dance?"

Misato grinned. "What forms of poker are you familiar with?"

"Only the basics. Draw, stud, five- and seven-card, and a few widow and wild variations."

"Good good. I think draw’s a good form for this gang, wouldn’t you agree?"

"I think only Rei and me could play stud effectively." Asuka considered. "No offense, Shinji, but I don’t think you’ve got what it takes. You suck at hiding your emotions."

"Well, let’s see here," Misato teased as she put the dial on the first setting.

Asuka grabbed a signpost, closed her eyes. "No..."

"That’s only setting number one, Asuka. Now show me your poker face."

"I’m sorry, Master." She put on a contrite expression, completely masking the pleasure and humiliation. "I’m sorry...I only have a pair."

Misato was quite impressed. "All right, you’re good."

"Thank you, Master."

"So, let me tell you what I had in mind. You will hustle the others; Rei, I don’t think can pull it off. But she’s got a mean poker face."

"How badly would you wish for me to start losing, Master?"

"Just below Hikari, I think." Misato considered. "Rei’s gonna do fairly well. When someone goes broke, and I’m betting it will be me or you first, she’ll offer to buy a forfeit."

"A shirt? A sock?"

"No." Misato grinned. "A future claim, that Rei can trade in for...well, whatever she wants, whenever she wants it."

"But.." Asuka started to interject. Misato answered by shifting the control shuttle to the second setting.

"Calm down, pet. There’ll be ground rules in place. I’ll explain them to Rei. You won’t have to accept any forfeit that you would regret."

Asuka gasped and nodded, her control returning.

"After all," continued Misato, "You’ve not complained much about the last forfeit."

"You are quite correct."

"But I will ask you this, in all seriousness: Is there anything about this idea that really freaks you out?"

"The idea that another boy will see me naked."

"Ah." Misato nodded. "Okay, I can understand that. But before I make any really sweeping statements, can I ask a few questions? And get honest answers?"

"Yes."

"Is there much of you he hasn’t seen?" Misato raised a hand. "Remember that him and his shutterbug friend have been selling pictures of you all over the school. Not to mention the scene on the aircraft carrier."

"I’m not sure honestly."

"Second question: Don’t you want a bit of payback for that?" Misato grinned evilly. "After all, if you get a forfeit on him, or he’s forced to sell some clothes...especially if we get him first."

Asuka rubbed her chin. "Aside from having to see his dick again, I like the idea."

"I ain’t thrilled by the possibility of seeing that either." Misato chuckled. "Third: What about Hikari?"

"Rei’s one thing!" Asuka started.

"Okay, I understand. Then consider that, given Rei’s poker face and mathematical abilities, she might end up being the only one left clothed. And she’s already seen you naked."

"Is there a point to this?"

"My point is, Asuka, it’s just skin. We’ve all got it."

"Yeah, but each person’s is a little different."

"Exactly." Misato nodded. "Rejoice in the differences." She could tell from Asuka’s face that she was unconvinced. "All right, how about this. How little are you willing to be seen in?"

"I guess just my panties."

"Here I had you figured for bra and panties." Misato chuckled. "Okay, I’ll tell Rei, and we’ll try to steer the game away from you losing the panties."

"What about the...forfeits?"

"Don’t worry, do you want me to give you signals?"

"You said something..." She seemed to be struggling with something. "Limits? Can I put limits on what I’ll do?"

"You can, but you have to warn the person before they decide to buy the forfeit. Anything else?"

"Yes...if it pleases Master...is my punishment over?"

Misato pushed the shuttle to the third setting. "It will be in five minutes."

Her cell phone chose that irritating moment to ring. Misato glanced at Asuka as she pulled it out. "Shinji here."

"Pilot Ikari." It was Ritsuko. "Is this line secure?"

Misato looked around. "Secure enough." She looked up at Asuka. "Go over to that bench and wait there for me."

"Yes." Asuka slowly walked towards the bench, fists clenched. Misato doubted it was in anger.

"Okay. Go."

"I want you to come in for more testing today. I want to take another look at that...harmonics variations test we did on Thursday."

"Is there progress?"

"I think so. The carrier wave anomalies that we detected appear to be somewhat out of phase. We detected a blue pattern variance, but it could be--hell, probably is--just a coincidence. If you can, bring Asuka with you, and we’ll get another baseline from her."

"Got it." Misato flipped the phone off. "Asuka! We have a stop first before we get to Rei’s!"

"Somewhere private?"

"We’ll attend to your privates later. We gotta go to NERV."

Point of View

Twenty-Two: Double Vision

Ritsuko checked her watch. "They’re not really late yet..." She then considered who was steering the body. "I better get out the dart board."

"Calm down." Maya grinned. "Shinji’s never late, and Asuka’s usually early."

"Well, things have been unusual lately."

"No kidding." Maya’s eyes glazed over. "You gonna call Misato in for another...test?"

"Maybe later tonight," Ritsuko answered. "Why? You wanting to take another sample?"

"I don’t really look like Washu, but I’ll do my best."

"You know," muttered Ritsuko, "I almost liked it better when you were chasing -me-."

"I can still do that," Maya answered with a grin.

Ritsuko snorted. "At least you’re more up front about it now." She walked over, putting a bit more wiggle in her hips than usual. "But lately, you’ve been drooling over that over-inflated chest of hers, and ignoring me."

"Would you like for us to kill some time before the kids arrive, ma’am?"

"It would be quite bad if we lost track of time." Ritsuko eyed the attractive brunette, and added, "Maybe later, before Misato gets here, you and I can put one of the examination rooms to...unauthorized use."

"I would enjoy that, ma’am."

"Shit. I was hoping to scare you off." Ritsuko laughed.

Maya brought her hand up to Ritsuko’s chin. "Don’t tease me."

Ritsuko glanced at her watch again, then said, "Aw, fuck it. We got a few minutes." She leaned down and kissed Maya, then added, "Just don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"I’m more than ready."

"Actually, I doubt you have any idea what you’re getting into." Ritsuko slid a hand into the other woman’s jacket, cupping her breast through her shirt.

"Then show me."

Ritsuko shifted her hand, finding Maya’s nipple through the fabric, and pinched it slightly. The brunette gasped, and brought her own hands into play, grasping Ritsuko’s ass.

A loud cough brought both women to attention.

Ritsuko jumped back from Maya. "Ah, good. You’re here."

Maya’s blush was so bad that it could almost illuminate her instruments.

"We could... come back later," Misato said with a widening grin.

"I am certain that Maya would prefer that we get the experiments done." Ritsuko grinned. "Plenty of time left in the work day."

"Uh-huh." Misato glanced over at Maya. "Hey. They get that waterfall pool under surveillance yet?"

"Just an hour ago, Shinji." Maya answered as she put a clipboard to hide her lower face.

"Ah. Good chance that a new installation like that might fail...Maybe you two should go down there, and make sure it works. Once we’re done with this test, that is." She turned back to Ritsuko. "Plug suits?"

"Yes." Ritsuko glanced over at Asuka. "We’re using you for a baseline. You’ll be fitted with some extra probes."

"P...probes?"

"Yes, probes." Ritsuko sighed. "The plug suit will keep them in place."

"In...place?" Asuka’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

"Don’t worry, Asuka." Misato snickered. "I don’t think they’re Ford Probes."

"Well, I need to take something off first..."

Misato nodded. "You might, yeah. Are these probes invasive, Ritsuko?"

"Well, they have to fit somewhere."

"Oh. Can I watch the fitting, then?"

"Now SHINJI, I don’t think that’s appropriate."

"Maybe not, but it could be fun." Misato turned and walked towards the ready room. "I’m gonna get suited up. Lemme know when you’ve got all your probes inserted."

"Don’t worry, us girls can handle it."

"Let me rephrase that." Misato pulled a small remote from her pocket. "I’ll get suited up while you’re handling Asuka."

"I see. Similar function, but I doubt it gives the data readouts we need."

Asuka boggled. "You...know what that is?"

"I went to college with Misato."

"Good point."

"Don’t worry. Maya doesn’t know...yet...and we’ll get you into the examination room before we start with the probes."

Shinji knocked on the door, then glanced down at his wristwatch. "Shit, I’m running out of time here."

Aida opened the door and smiled a wide smile. "Misato-san! We’re happy to see you!"

"We?" Shinji asked. Toji poked his head out and smiled.

He realized with a start that, of course, those two had been comparing notes.

"Well, here’s your camera," Shinji offered, his hand shaking.

"Misato-san, you don’t have to go so quickly! Why not have some tea?"

Crud. Well, he should have expected something like this, really. But what the hell to do about it? Ritsuko was expecting him in for more tests, and the only way Rei would be happy was if he got back to his own body.

And for whatever reason, making Rei happy had become very important to him.

"Fine, just one cup," Shinji answered as he stepped through the doorway. He turned and put the camera in Aida’s eager hands. "The memory card’s full. You may need to get a larger capacity card for next time."

"Full?" His eyes widened, then glazed. "That card should hold fifteen hours of video."

Shinji smirked. "Really? Time really does fly then. You promised tea, right?"

"Yeah, lemme get that." Aida nearly tripped over his own feet, making a beeline towards the kitchen.

Shinji glanced over at Toji. "And how are you doing?"

Toji smiled. "Very good. I enjoyed our... workout."

"Are you trying to ask for round two?"

"Well..." He shrugged. "I might be able to make some time."

Shinji snickered. "I should check my schedule. Perhaps I could fit you in later tonight."

"I don’t think we can have a problem with fitting me in."

"You’re getting quite good with this innuendo."

"Just on the off chance that you were serious about tonight...’Fraid to say that I’m actually busy tonight," said Toji. "Though I will be at your place."

"Oh."

"Who wants tea?" Aida announced as he walked into the room with a tray.

"Tea’s good." Toji grabbed a cup. "Hey, Misato, will we have access to the beer at your place tonight? Or am I just being silly?"

"You’re just being silly. That’s just for me," Shinji answered as he took a cup.

"Crud. Poker’s so much better with beer, but I can’t really buy any."

Shinji spat almost half his tea across the table. "Poker?"

"Umm, yeah, it’s going to be Poker night. Both of us were practicing right before you knocked."

"Poker night. You two, Shinji and Asuka?"

"And Rei and Hikari, don’t forget about them!"

"Holy fuck." Shinji shook his head. "Well, since it’s a real party...fuck it. What’s a party without beer?"

"Thanks Misato-san, you’re the best!"

"And Aida...make sure you replace the memory card on that camera."

Suddenly, sounds of moans filled the room. Shinji glanced up and saw Aida quickly fiddling with his camera, trying to turn down the sound.

"Hmmm...that sounds like you, Aida, so you must be at the beginning of the card." Misato smirked, then stood up. "Well, thanks for the tea, but I’ve got to run. Things to see, people to do."

"W..Wait!" Aida started. "Can we just... one more time?"

"Aida, in front of Toji?" Shinji teased.

"Umm, could I as well?"

Shinji’s eyes bugged slightly. "At... the same time?"

Both boys nodded.

"You guys sound pretty desperate." He grinned.

They nodded again.

"You see naked girls all the time. Why can’t you just flip through your magazines?"

Toji blushed a bit and looked Shinji square in the eye. "It’s not nowhere near the same."

"And what about your party later tonight? I know how teenage boys think." All too well, he mused. "You’re going to try to turn it into a strip game."

"But just a strip isn’t the same as..."

Aida grabbed Toji by the shoulder. "What he’s saying is we want to do more than just look."

"I kind of got that. But every strip game I’ve ever seen has turned into an orgy." He’d never seen any, except in his imagination, so this was technically true. "Sure you wanna wear yourselves out?"

"If it’s Misato-san, I can have the energy of ten men!" Toji announced cockily.

Well, shit. He didn’t really want to waste any more time. Plus, compared to even Hyuuga, these two didn’t offer much, even when taken together.

But, the last threesome he’d been in hadn’t been a great time for him; he’d been left quite unfulfilled. And it didn’t seem likely that that event was going to be repeated; Ritsuko had been rather chilly towards him since then.

With a deep sigh, Shinji started undoing his top. "Fine. But once you both blow it, I’m gone."

"You make it sound like it’s a chore," commented Aida.

"Even chores can be fun," Shinji smiled. "But I promise you: If you ever want another shot at this--" He dropped the top on the floor, leaving his breasts - still sans bra, as it was still on the floor of Rei’s apartment - exposed towards them. "You’d better make sure I get off. Understand?"

Both nodded eagerly.

"Game’s over when both of you come. If I’m not satisfied by then...you lose."

Ritsuko examined the vibrator with a critical eye. "Nice design. Stimulates both the vagina and the clitoris simultaneously. Remote controlled. How did he use it?"

Asuka blushed. "How am I supposed to answer that? It felt good, alright?"

"Well, that wasn’t exactly what I meant. When did he activate it? This sort of model is meant for certain...alternate lifestyles."

"Alternate lifestyle?"

"Either you’re playing dumb, or you really are dumb. The most common use of this sort of device is in domination and submission play."

"Oh, yeah, there is that," the redhead responded, her eyes locked on her toes.

"Thought so. Probably never pushed you over the edge with it." Ritsuko set the vibrator down and picked up a tray of instruments. "His perverted thoughts to the contrary, most of these probes will be inserted by needle under the skin."

"Do I need to be strapped down?"

"Ah, that’s right, you do have a thing about needles, don’t you?"

"It’s not that!" Asuka protested. "It’s just I have fair skin."

"Well, four of these will be going into the scalp, under the hair. The marks will never show, and you won’t feel a thing. These probes are finer than human hair." She smirked. "If it really bothers you, I could let Shinji install them instead."

Ritsuko paused, and set the needles down. "I wasn’t really going to say anything about your choice of lifestyle...not really my business. But if you can’t trust him enough to do something like this--"

"It’s not that I don’t trust him." Asuka shook her head. "I...I just know I’m going to wimp out over this, and I don’t want him to see me like that."

"Alright, let’s begin."

Asuka nodded, and sat down. Ritsuko picked up the needles. "I’m going to have to adjust your hair before I start placing the needles," she said as she slipped the first one in. "Once I get it laid back, I can get started." She slipped the second one in. "I hope you don’t mind the state it leaves your hair in."

"You don’t have something like a swim cap I can put on, do you?"

"Yes." Ritsuko placed the third needle. "I’ll get it for you just after I finish with the needles." The fourth one went in, and she lifted the girl’s mane of red hair and pinned it up.

The next two needles went in at the base of the girl’s neck, then Ritsuko picked up the cap and stretched it into place. "All done."

"Wait...what about the needles?"

"I lied, and put them in while you were distracted."

"You weren’t kidding," said Asuka. "Didn’t feel a thing."

Ritsuko nodded. "Now that you’re done, please send in Pilot Ikari, so I can get him set up."

Only about a minute passed before Shinji, or at least a reasonable facsimile, entered the exam room.

"Please close the door behind you." Ritsuko commanded.

"Oh, am I in trouble, Ritsuko-san?"

"Please, drop the acting. You were horrible at it in college."

Misato closed the door. "Okay, Ritsuko, what’s up?"

"Aren’t you the least bit worried about what a teenage libido is doing to your judgement? That girl is putty in your hands. Shinji wouldn’t know the first thing to do with her now!"

Misato sighed. "To tell the truth, I didn’t really think it through, no. Not at first. Now I’m trying to find out her limits, so I can brief Shinji in before he takes over."

Ritsuko looked at her friend softly. "Well, good. So what are you now, a lesbian?"

"Same as ever. I’m a trisexual."

"If it’s sexual, you’ll try it. Ritsuko rolled her eyes at the old, old pun. "So what are your plans for the girl?"

"Get SOME of that spunk back. I doubt Shinji’d want a completely broken toy."

"Just how broken is she?"

Misato sat down, and considered. "Well, she learned a few things about herself that she wasn’t really ready for. It left her very confused, and she did a complete one-eighty at first."

"Also, just for Shinji’s medical records, how many partners did you... pick up?"

"Only two."

"The pilots, right?"

"Yeah. And I highly doubt that it is for any medical records, but merely to satisfy your own nasty imagination, Doctor." She smirked. "But Rei is saving herself, so we’ve restricted ourselves to some oral and petting."

"Don’t try to pick up any guys, all right? You might piss Shinji off, and who knows what would happen."

"Oops," Misato smirked. "Oh, well, it probably doesn’t count, and I was half joking."

"You know what? I’m not going to ask." Ritsuko rolled her eyes. "So how is your personal fixer-upper shaping up?"

"Good good...but I do want to experiment with other penetrations"

"Good Christ, girl." Ritsuko rolled her eyes. "You should know damn well the sort of damage that could do." She paused. "Unless you mean other girls, not other orifices...but in that case, you’d better consider the damage that could do to Asuka."

"Well, doctors do have confidentiality, don’t they?"

Ritsuko’s jaw dropped. She carefully sat down opposite the faux boy. "Well, you’re as blunt as ever, I see."

"It’s quite large. I think you will approve."

"There’s more than size to consider," said Ritsuko. "Among other things, the potential for very bad things to happen to both of us."

"Come on, Ritsuko." Misato grinned. "You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted."

"You can’t be serious. He’s a teenager."

"I’m not," Misato answered as she unzipped her pants.

Ritsuko weighed the pros and cons carefully on every decision. This one was no exception. The staging room was one of the few unmonitored areas in the base, and Misato was never one to boast. On the con side...well, right now, nothing came to mind, with those pros considered.

"Oh, why the hell not?" She chuckled. "It’s been a while since I’ve had a man."

"Now you’re talking."

Ritsuko pulled off her lab coat. "You’ve trained that dick by now right? I just want to make sure you don’t get too far ahead."

"Plenty of exercise."

"This will have to be quick," Ritsuko stated as she pulled off her blouse, "so you better not get all caught up in foreplay."

"I’m male right now," she chuckled. "What’s foreplay?" She stepped up next to the blonde, and slid a hand under her skirt, and caressed her backside.

"Those fingers are quite skilled," Ritsuko praised.

"Years of practice." Misato grasped Ritsuko’s panties, and slowly pulled them down to the woman’s knees. Her other hand lifted the woman’s skirt slightly, causing it to bunch up. "But at least a bit of foreplay is called for. I want you to enjoy this, and that means I don’t want you taking it dry."

"Sit down."

The blonde sat down again, and Misato knelt before her, pulling the panties down further until they rested around Ritsuko’s ankles. She gently pushed the woman’s knees open.

"What do you have planned, then?"

Misato wordlessly picked up the discarded vibrator, and pulled the remote from her pocket. She slid the control to maximum, and then locked it in place. "Lean back."

Ritsuko did so, and Misato traced the vibrator down the length of her cleft, producing a deep gasp from the currently older woman.

"I...knew I should have put that in my desk..." Ritsuko gasped in between moans.

"Gifts should be enjoyed by everyone," Misato teased.

She pushed it in a bit deeper at the base of the cleft, getting a louder moan for the action, then drew it up again. Her other hand pulled the woman’s folds open, exposing her clit, and she pressed the business end of the vibrator against the nub.

"Oh GOD!" Ritsuko nearly screamed. ’You KNOW what that feels like!"

"Duh!" Misato chuckled, and wiggled the vibrator slightly. Ritsuko shuddered in response. Misato pulled it away, causing Ritsuko to whimper in protest, then knelt and slowly licked along the length of her cleft. The taste told her that Ritsuko was already more than well lubricated. "You don’t take long to warm up, do you?"

"My discussion with Asuka was quite...stimulating..."

"Oh, I see." Misato stood up. "Give me your hand." Misato grabbed the offered hand, and placed the vibrator in it, then guided it back to the woman’s clit. "Hold it right here."

Ritsuko did so, but could not help asking, "Why am I doing this?"

Misato shucked down her boxers. "I’m going to be busy."

"Busy? But it’s right here!"

"I know." She placed the head of her cock against Ritsuko’s entrance. "Trust me; that’s foremost on my mind right now."

"God, push it in!"

"Sorry, what was that?"

"This isn’t one of your dom games, dammit!" Ritsuko couldn’t scowl right now, as much as she obviously wanted to. "Do it, or..."

"Or what? You’ll beg harder?"

"Bitch. Do it, or I’ll tell Kaji just how easy your body would be to get into right now."

"W...what was that?"

"You heard me." Ritsuko smirked, evidently pleased to be back in control. "So you had better do a good job."

"Fine!" Misato nearly screamed. She slammed it home, as hard as she could.

"Oh, damn, you weren’t kidding!" Ritsuko’s back arched.

"You’re just lucky I’ve got these teenage hormones right now," grumbled Misato, "or I would have lost all steam after that particular ultimatum."

"Just keep up the rhythm and start caressing me!" Ritsuko ordered.

"You’ve got the damn vibrator," muttered Misato. But she kept the tempo, slowly increasing the speed.

"God, it’s so rigid!" Ritsuko praised. "Like a bar of iron."

Misato smirked, and picked up the speed again. "Sounds like you haven’t had something this good in a while."

"Oh, no... it’s so similar, but different..."

Misato was certain that she wasn’t going to outlast the synthetic blonde, not with the time limit they had, but she was going to make certain Ritsuko knew she’d been fucked. She pushed the woman’s legs up, angling for best penetration, and Ritsuko whimpered with every thrust.

"Mmmm...Asuka might be tighter than you, Rits’, but not by a lot, and it’s not always a good thing. You’re a better fit."

"Makes you wish we could go at it longer, doesn’t it?"

Misato chuckled. "Maybe after the sync test, we can try a more controlled experiment?"

"Sounds like a great idea."

She was getting close, but if she slowed up now..."Only problem is, if I don’t get into Asuka soon, she’s going to explode."

"If anyone’s going to explode here tonight, it’s you in me!" Ritsuko commanded.

"Just think about it...I’ve kept her short-leased for about twenty-four hours now. A full day, near the edge, never quite crossing it..."

"God! Just keep it in me!"

"You noticed the crotchless panties, right? Those can be fun on an abandoned stairwell."

"God, Misato, You’re doing me, THINK ABOUT DOING ME!" Ritsuko cried out, frustrated.

"Oh, I am. I’m thinking about having you handcuffed to a chair. Or perhaps tied to a bed."

"Any fantasies where I’m riding you cowgirl style?"

"What, this isn’t deep enough for you? You want it so far inside you that you can taste it?"

"Later!" Ritsuko answered, rocking against Misato.

"Later, yes." She pushed harder into the woman, savouring the feel.

Ritsuko shuddered and moaned; just the precursor to a real orgasm, but it was enough to finally shatter Misato’s eroding control. She cried out, emptying herself into the blonde.

"Oh god!" Ritsuko screamed, back arching. Misato panted and slowly started to pull out. "Don’t--Oh. Oh, hell." Ritsuko caught her breath. "Well, we’ve about run out of time anyway."

"If it’s any comfort, you were my best thus far," Misato offered.

"Small comfort, considering the sample group." Ritsuko grinned. "Plug suit, now. Let’s get this bloody test on the road before Asuka comes looking for you."

Toji had lost control fairly early on, but that didn’t stop him from attacking Misato’s tits with lips and hands. Aida seemed more in control, and opted to slowly stroke Misato’s skin with his hands as he kept a steady pace thrusting into her. Aida’s control, of course, was waning as Toji continually tapped his shoulder and asked when he’d get a turn.

"You’ve had your turn," said Aida. "Keep her busy, or we’re screwed."

Misato moaned and pushed back against Aida. "I have more than just one hole, you know..." she teased.

"Oh, yeah!" Toji shifted his stance, and brought his cock around to Misato’s mouth. Misato eagerly opened her mouth and took Toji. Both teens started thrusting into the woman, and their combined moans filled the air with the scent of arousal.

Aida stiffened, and yelled, driving himself as far as possible into Misato’s cunt. The sudden force caused Misato’s jaw to shift, bringing her teeth down on Toji’s cock. He barely noticed the pain; it registered almost as pleasure, and his eroding self-control failed him entirely.

Both boys released their second loads of the day into Misato’s body. Misato moaned and screamed against Toji’s cock, her eyes starting to roll back.

"Hot damn!" Toji seemed to have trouble speaking. "God...Damn, that felt good!"

Aida nodded. "And Misato just needs a bit more..." He knelt between her legs, heedless of his own seed decorating her cunt, and attacked her clit with his tongue, driving her past the edge.

Misato’s hips buckled and she nearly fell face-first on the futon, if not for Toji supporting her by her shoulders. Her screams of pleasure rang through both boy’s minds, as did the look of pleasure locked on her face.

"Yes!" Aida stood, fists raised triumphantly. At best, it made him look stupid, thought Toji. "We win!"

"Wrong." Misato caught her breath, and continued. "Both of you came before I did."

"Don’t be too technical," Toji responded.

"Technical?" Misato smirked. "It was the terms of the challenge, if you recall. Both of you need to learn to slow down, if you have any plans of pleasing your partner." She stood, and picked up her panties. "Besides, I gave you two shots each. More than I promised."

Toji motioned on his chin. "You got a little right..."

"Hm?" Misato looked at him, puzzled, then wiped her chin. "Thanks. Wouldn’t do to go to the boss with cum on my face."

"Well, we could go for a quick shower. Aida and I will gladly wash you."

Misato checked her watch, and said, "You know what? I got time for that. But don’t you two have a poker game to go to?"

"Yeah, but we can’t show up there like this," Toji pointed out.

"He has a point. Don’t get me wrong, you smell fantastic..." Aida stated.

Misato considered, then grinned evilly. "Fine. Shower it is. But we’d better make it quick."

"Then Toji better wash up really quick. I’ll finish soaping up Misato for you."

Toji gave Aida a bit of a glare.

Aida stared back at him. "I’m not invited, remember? Besides, I don’t know if I wanna be at that sorta game with Shinji."

Misato walked to the bathroom. "Maybe I should get started without you two."

"Whoa!" Both boys ran after her.

Point of View

Twenty-Three: Poker Night

"Where the hell is that dumnkopf?" Asuka looked pissed. It was a change from the more recent Asuka, mused Rei, but in character for the Rei that everyone knew and tolerated.

The front door opened, and Toji stepped in, his face flush as if he had just ran a marathon, and his hair still wet from a hurried shower. "Sorry I’m late!"

"About time you got here!" Asuka snarled. "I don’t know why we bothered telling you when the game started, if you were just going to--"

Misato broke in. "Calm down, Asuka. He’s here, and that’s what mattered." She set a rack of poker chips on the table. "Limit’s a thousand yen, and to make sure no-one tries to slip any extra on the table, we’ll be using these. Got your cash, Suzuhara?"

Hikari shrugged the only way an innocent highschool girl could shrug. "I know the basic rules."

Misato nodded. "That’s why we’re sticking to draw."

Toji grinned. "Well, I don’t need wild cards to kick all your butts."

Brave words, he had occasion to think later. He stared morosely at his shrinking pile of chips. Asuka wasn’t doing any better, and Hikari’s stack was running a bit low as well. To his surprise, the bulk of the chips resided in front of Ayanami.

"Ayanami, you aren’t a card counter, are you?" Toji asked.

"Are you accusing me of having an unfair advantage?" Rei asked, her tone even.

"Well, the perfect poker face don’t help me at all, do it?" He sighed. "Card counting doesn’t really help with poker." He waited as Shinji finished dealing out the new hand, and picked up his cards.

And carefully repressed a grin. Three aces--!

His hand shook slightly as he pushed a fair amount of his chips into the center of the table.

"So you got jacks or better." Shinji looked at his hand, then at the stack. "Rei, you got opens?"

"Yes."

"Then you’re outta sequence, Toji. Rei gets first bet."

"Suzuhara’s wager may stand," said Rei. "I do not wish to open."

Asuka threw her cards down in disgust, an obvious fold.

Shinji examined his hand, then considered Toji’s wager. "Okay, I’ll see that." He slid a stack of chips forward.

Rei matched, then slid another stack forward. "Match, and raise two hundred."

Toji looked at both sets of eyes on him, searching for weakness or emotion. Rei was completely empty, but Shinji was smug as can be. His hand drummed against the table for a second as he considered his options.

Hikari looked at her cards, then at her stack. "Too rich for me." She dropped her cards.

All eyes turned to Toji. He quickly counted his chips, and said, "Crap. I can’t match another two hundred."

"Are you sufficiently confident that you could win the hand if you could match the bid?"

Toji glared at them both and threw his cards face down on the table.

"A pity." Rei almost smiled. "I was willing to buy a forfeit for two hundred yen."

"Wait." Toji put his hands down on the cards. "What do you mean, forfeit?"

"Should you lose the hand, I shall have a future claim on your time. You must do what I wish at that time."

"And if I win?"

"You win what is wagered."

Toji considered the pot. More than eight hundred in the pot right now...he’d be almost back where he started. "Okay." He picked up his cards again. "I’ll take that."

Shinji nodded, and slid another two hundred into the pot. "I’ll match. How many, Rei?"

Rei pushed two cards onto the table, face down. "Two for me please."

Toji smirked; obviously, Ice Lady had a three of a kind, and for sure it wasn’t aces. He tossed his two off cards face down. "Two for me."

"And dealer takes three." He dealt out the new cards, and glanced up at Rei. "Open?"

Rei glanced at her cards, and said, "Check."

"Toji?"

"You know damn well I’m broke."

Shinji grinned, and pushed a few chips into the center. "Dealer opens with fifty."

Rei slid a fifty chip forward. "Match."

Toji sighed. "Shinji, you’re a fuckhead."

"Hey, Toji." Asuka grinned. "I’ll give you two hundred for your sweater."

Toji set his cards down and quickly stripped his sweater off. He was sure to throw it with extra force at the redhead.

She grinned as she caught it. "It ain’t my style; I just figured I could make you nervous." She slid fifty to the center, then tossed the other chips to the jock.

Toji caught the chips and set them on his edge of the table. "There, that work for you?"

"You must have one hell of a hand if you strip so eagerly for Asuka," Shinji observed.

"It’s just the Red Devil. It’s not like she’s people."

"Be nice, Toji! We’re guests here." Hikari’s admonition was blunted by the way she was staring at her sort-of boyfriend.

"Anyone else raising?" Shinji asked the table.

"If I recall the rules correctly," said Rei, "as Toji was last to match, betting is now closed." She laid her hand on the table. "Full house, jacks over threes."

Toji’s eyes went wide. "What? That’s not.. but..." he stuttered.

Shinji snorted, and tossed his cards on the table. "Better than my tickets. Fives over twos."

Toji slumped.

Rei reached for the chips. "And now, I believe, I am expected to say, ’Come to momma.’"

Toji sighed in defeat. "Okay, what do you want, Ayanami?"

"I believe that I shall defer until a later time, if that is acceptable to you." She gathered the cards and began to shuffle expertly.

"I’d rather get it over with."

She paused, and looked up. "You do not have sufficient chips to buy back the forfeit. Assuming, for the moment, that I was willing to sell it back to you. And you specified no limits on the forfeit when you sold it. So I shall hold it in reserve, though not past the end of the night. Will that be acceptable?"

Toji shifted in his chair. "Alright, I guess..."

"Excellent. Ante up." She tossed a ten into the middle, waited until the others had matched it, and dealt the cards. "I shall, however, try to refrain from large wagers on this hand."

"She did WHAT?!" Shinji nearly screamed.

"Oh come on, Shinji, it’s nothing you didn’t do yourself." Ritsuko answered, blushing.

"You’re blushing a bit too much. Was she really THAT good?"

"Well, you must admit, she certainly knows her way around the female body." Ritsuko paused, and sipped her coffee. "And truthfully, I’ve had better. But youth and exuberance go a long way to making up for lack of experience."

"God, i wish I had my dick back," Shinji muttered as he rubbed his forehead.

"Me too." Ritsuko grinned as Shinji sputtered. "Even if this is permanent, I’m sure Misato would agree to visitation rights."

"That’s the second time since this started that someone’s told me to go fuck myself," groused Shinji.

"You certainly aren’t lacking in curiosity, now are you? I mean, you just came from a teenage sandwich."

"God, don’t remind me. This damn body only has two speeds: Stop and Go, and stop hardly works."

"Well," mused Ritsuko, "it has been an educational experience for you, hasn’t it?" She handed Shinji the plugsuit. "Let’s get started. And when we’re done, I’ll be sending Maya in to get some more readings from you."

"Oh?" Shinji perked up at that.

"No, Shinji. You had enough sex today."

"Tell that to my libido."

"You know, you’re making Misato look like a nun," chuckled Ritsuko.

"Oh? She’s banged three girls since this started."

"This brings her total count of partners to four. Maybe five." Ritsuko pointed at him. "Whereas you, my friend, have exceeded that count in only three days."

"I have to be honest, I think once we swap back, I’ll probably be at the toilet puking. But at this moment, the thought of what I’ve done doesn’t really disgust me that much."

"As I said before, it’s just meat." She grinned. "You probably won’t mind, really."

"Can I at least give my favorite doctor a tonsil check-up before she has to go?"

"No. My libido has already been sufficiently stroked today. As well as several other body parts." Ritsuko stood up. "Besides that, we’re running out of time." She paused. "If you can behave yourself until the test is over, I’ll turn off the security camera in the exam