My muse visits rather than lives, these days, and this time
she decided something ecchi would be nice. :-) This is
something I've had on the go for a while. I suppose this is
the first part of a two part story, really. I have a definite
plot - and ending point - in mind.
Imagine that, a lemon with a plot.
Next, I think, will be some work on The Togetherness Factor,
just to prove it's not dead yet.
Ritsuko's Device
by David Eddy (dje@progress.com) http://nabiki.newberry.edu/deddy
This story uses characters and general back-story
from Neon Genesis Evangelion by Hideaki Anno, copyrighted
by Gainax. This is a not-for-profit fan work written
solely for enjoyment.
This story is Copyright (c) 1999-2000 by David Eddy.
It was last edited on 6 February 2000.
Warning: This is a lemon. In other words, this
story features explicit descriptions of nudity and sexual
activity. If you are underage or do not like this kind
of story, you should cease reading now.
Note: This story is set in the general region of
Tokyo, Japan, and the characters act in the context of
the mores and laws of that place.
For Neon Genesis Evangelion
continuity/characterisation nuts, this story uses a blend
of manga and anime. It is set late in the series. The
characters are mainly manga, because I prefer my Shinji
with a bit more spine, but the situation is based on the
anime (because the manga hasn't got that far).
Somewhere in the vastness of the pyramid that was
Central Dogma, in one of a thousand ordinary rooms, a
most ordinary meeting was taking place. Blonde-haired
Dr. Akagi Ritsuko, her ever-present white lab coat today
covering a blue top and black skirt, stood opposite the
dark-haired, uniform-wearing Katsuragi Misato. Ritsuko's
posture was upright but somehow defensive as Misato
leaned forward, fists clenched as a vein stood out on her
temple.
"You've *got* to be *kidding*!" Misato yelled. "You
want to *what*?!!"
The subject matter, it seems, was *not* ordinary.
"It's a perfectly reasonable thing to do," said
Ritsuko in her best 'scientist' voice as she
unconsciously tried to hide behind the clipboard she held
in both hands. "My simulations show that we can achieve
a five percent increase in the base sync ratio using--"
"Are you *nuts*?!! Have you got any *idea* what
Asuka'll say to this?!"
Ritsuko's mouth firmed into a thin line and she
dropped the clipboard to her side. "It doesn't matter,"
she said with finality. "It's been authorised by
Commander Ikari. Besides, she needs a confidence boost
to arrest the slide in her sync rates. If she doesn't
improve soon, she won't even be able to make Evangelion
walk, but you know how self-absorbed she's been. She
needs something to turn her around. Once she starts
going up again, she'll gain confidence and keep going
back up to her old level. This is just the thing to make
the difference." Ritsuko's voice gained strength towards
the end, while Misato crossed her arms and bowed her head
a little, thinking.
"I guess you're right," she said at last. "But
isn't there some other way? I mean, you don't have to
*live* with that girl, and she's going to be absolutely
impossible, thanks to this."
Ritsuko shook her head. "Sorry."
"Well, if you insist. I pity poor Shinji, really.
He's the one she takes everything out on." She turned as
if to go.
"Wait!" whiplashed Ritsuko's voice. "Where are you
going? I need you here to be here during the procedure."
"What procedure?" asked Misato in honest surprise.
"I thought you were just going to...?"
"I. Need. You. To. Order. Her. To. Do. It."
Misato almost shouted angrily but quickly decided it
wasn't worth the effort. Ritsuko was right, Asuka
*would* need to comfort of being ordered to do something
like this, whatever the Commander said, or Ritsuko said
he said. Instead, she let out her breath in a deep sigh
and sank into one of the chairs that lined the room's
walls to wait.
This was going to be *bad*.
* * *
"You're going to *WHAT*?!! You've *GOT* to be
*KIDDING*!!! Misato, you *wouldn't* let them do *that*
to me!"
Misato looked up from her extended sulk, still
sitting in the same chair she had sunk into earlier. She
smiled internally at the words Asuka had chosen, so
similar to her own but so *expressively* delivered. She
fixed the red-haired German girl with her gaze. "Asuka,
I objected too. Not that it got me anywhere. You're
going to have to accept it." She accepted Ritsuko's
impatient gaze and sighed before continuing, "In fact,
because the Commander wants this, I'm going to have to
order you to do it."
"ORDER?! The COMMANDER?!" Asuka gaped at Misato,
feeling betrayal rising within herself. Didn't she
always try to keep on the Commander's good side?
Still, she now saw, with dismay, that he had never
reacted to any of her sallies. Her mind tried to find a
way out of this disgusting thing they were asking her to
do. "Why can't Wonder Girl do it?! She'll do *anything*
for Der Fuhrer!"
"I'm afraid that's not an option," said Ritsuko
sternly, her eyes cold. "You're the only one. And to be
blunt, you're the one who *needs* an advantage like this
at the moment."
"No! I won't! It's too embarrassing!"
"Command Ikari has *ordered* it," Ritsuko said with
finality. In her best 'reasonable' voice, she continued,
"Besides, our simulations show that the increased neural
interface bandwidth will lead to an improvement in your
sync ratio of at least five percent, possibly more as you
get used to the new operating mode. I thought you'd
*jump* at the chance to do something that offered the
chance of possibly exceeding your previous highest mark."
Asuka wrinkled up her face in disgust. "But it's
just so..."
Misato watched Asuka as the girl wrestled with the
proposal. She knew that the girl would eventually agree,
despite the body-consciousness that played such a large
part in her psyche. She still hadn't lost that despite
having lived in Japan for over six months now. Asuka's
body was her temple, inviolable and pure, the righteous
container for her soul and intellect, and like any
fifteen-year-old girl she was taking this hard.
Not that she could blame her, of course, Misato
thought to herself. She herself would have a hard enough
time coping with what was being proposed if she were in
Asuka's shoes, and *she* was an adult.
But as expected, the combination of carrot and stick
brought Asuka around, and more quickly than Misato
thought it might. After only a minute of frowning,
thoughtful silence, Asuka faced Ritsuko again and said,
"Okay, I'll do it. It's not like I have any choice,
after all. Besides, anything to get back at Mr. Number
One," she finished acidly, referring to Shinji.
* * *
Asuka was ushered into an examining room attached to
the waiting room the three had been in before. She
looked around as she entered, noting the peculiarly
abbreviated bed in the middle of the room with its odd
fittings and the trolley with a covered tray upon it. To
one side, a free-standing screen cut off one corner of
the room.
"You've never had a pelvic exam, have you," said
Ritsuko, noting Asuka's expression of vague surprise
mixed with disquiet.
"No," she said quietly as she stared at the stirrups
at the end of the examining table.
"Well, it's nothing to be afraid of," said Ritsuko
gently. "All women have them; it's part of *being* a
woman. You would have needed one fairly soon anyway."
"If you say so..."
Asuka emerged from behind the screen wearing only
the smock-like examining gown. "Now what?" she asked.
Ritsuko patted the end of the examining table,
between the stirrups. "Sit up here and lie back."
With a brief glance at Misato who stood like a
statue against one wall, arms crossed and chin tucked
down between the lapels of her uniform jacket, Asuka
hesitantly hopped up onto the end of the table and lay
back as instructed. Ritsuko took one leg and put it into
the stirrup, then the other.
Asuka looked down her body as Ritsuko placed her
second foot in its stirrup. Her legs were drawn up and
widely splayed, and she could feel her lower lips parting
a little from the position she was in. She blushed as
she looked again at Misato, whom she was glad to see had
apparently not moved, still staring stone-faced at the
opposite wall.
Satisfied at last that Asuka was in the proper
position, Ritsuko drew off the cover from the tray of
instruments and pulled the trolley into position.
Drawing a stool over to between Asuka's legs with one
foot, she paused as she considered the row of speculae,
her hand hovering over the smallest. She knew that the
girl had never had sex from both Misato's reports and
those of her guardians in Germany. "Asuka, are you
comfortable?"
"What?" asked Asuka. She thought about it and found
that she did feel relaxed, something that surprised her.
With her legs up and her privates exposed to the maximum
and old lady Ritsuko staring at her, she had expected to
at least be embarrassed. But Ritsuko's no-nonsense
attitude, oddly, put her at her ease.
Ritsuko, waiting for Asuka's answer, finally
selected the smallest speculum and took it over to a sink
and ran warm water over it.
"Ahh... yeah, I guess so."
"Good."
Satisfied that the instrument was at the proper
temperature for comfort, Ritsuko shut off the water and
sat between Asuka's legs. Quickly she smeared the
speculum with KY jelly and turned her attention to the
work site.
Deftly Ritsuko snapped on a latex glove and used the
gloved hand to part the outer lips of Asuka's pussy.
Briefly following the outer lips, the thin inner lips
eventually freed themselves from their cousins and stood
proud, not flushed with excitement but simply standing
free, themselves parted a little to reveal, once again,
normal anatomy. She noted the absence of a hymen, which
was lucky because Asuka didn't need the pain of
deflowering on top of everything else that was going to
happen to her.
Taking the lubricated speculum, Ritsuko pulled Asuka
apart more fully with her gloved hand and inserted the
duck-billed instrument into her vagina a short way. A
gasp greeted the penetration, which she ignored, and
briefly she squeezed on the speculum's handle, parting
the instrument's tongs so she could see up Asuka's tunnel
as she checked for any deformities.
There were none, something which made what was to
follow a little easier, but even so Ritsuko noted that
the use of the narrowest speculum, the 'virgin's
special,' was appropriate in this case - there was very
little room to move in there. Letting the speculum come
back together, she gently she pushed it deeper, ignoring
the sound effects the action generated.
Completing her exam, smiling enigmatically, Ritsuko
put the used speculum to one side. She now picked up a
tube of non-scented shaving cream and showed it to Asuka.
"You're growing a bit of hair on your lips, young lady,
and I need to remove it for your own comfort. Keep
still."
"What the--!"
"Just lie still and be quiet," said Ritsuko flatly,
getting tired of the girl's histrionics. To her vague
surprise, Askua did so.
With quick, business-like strokes, Ritsuko quickly
smeared the lotion onto Asuka's outer lips. She then
took up a razor and carefully shaved the lips bald,
leaving the thin but dark mat of hair over her mons
untouched. Finished, Ritsuko put down the razor. "I've
left as much as I could, Asuka, so the other girls don't
ask questions at PE."
"Ah, right, thanks," muttered a surprised Asuka.
Smiling to herself at a private joke, Ritsuko now
picked up from her tray something that was smooth and
vaguely cylindrical and a little curved. About five
inches long and a little less than an inch in diameter,
it was white and covered for most of its length with
slight protrusions. Two small, flexible flaps of plastic
stuck out from the base, so that they would not interfere
if it was desired to stand the thing upright on a table.
It looked for all the world, Ritsuko decided, like a
robotic penis, with wings, if a little small for such a
description. She held back a smile as she reflected that
there was a very good reason *why* it looked like that.
"What's that?" asked Asuka.
"It's a simulation body," replied Ritsuko. "Lie
still; this might feel a little odd."
After a quick lube, Ritsuko gently inserted the
'simulator' into Asuka's vagina. Making sure it was
fully inserted and properly oriented, she applied a
couple of dabs of surgical cement to the flaps at the
unit's base, sticking it to Asuka's newly-shaven outer
lips to make sure it wasn't going to move or come out.
The control unit, a small square-ish thing with rounded
corners about an inch on a side that depended from the
main section by a short piece of flexible, flat cable,
she stuck to the top of Asuka's left-hand inner thigh.
She helped Asuka take down her legs. "You can get
up now."
"But that *thing* is still in me!"
"It's meant to be. As I said, it's a simulation
body. We want to be sure that your fighting ability
isn't going to be compromised by any discomfort or
distraction, and we've got to find out what the proper
configuration of the neural interface is, so you're going
to wear this for the next twenty-four hours. It's going
to run a series of calibrations and tests at random
intervals, though you shouldn't experience any real
difficulty from them. You can only take it out if it
becomes too uncomfortable to bear, and that will mean
that we'll have to revise our design, maybe even cancel
the whole project... in which case you can kiss that
extra sync ratio goodbye.
"Anyway, as I said, you shouldn't have too many
problems once you adjust. I've used some surgical cement
to make sure it doesn't come out, but if you need to get
it out just give it a swift tug and that'll break the
glue. If you have to do that don't worry, it's designed
to give easily and won't hurt much. Okay?"
"How'm I gonna *piss* with that thing in me?! It's
squeezing me shut!"
Ritsuko shared a glance with Misato, who now
coloured gently. "That's not a problem... is it,
Misato?"
Asuka sat up a little, surprised. "Eh?"
Misato coloured further, her cheeks now a deep pink.
"no," she said almost inaudibly.
"Misato?" asked Asuka incredulously. She sat up
fully, then winced. "Uh, that feels odd."
Ritsuko turned back from Misato, a touch of concern
in her voice. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
Asuka shook her head quickly. "No, no, it's...
just... odd."
Ritsuko gave a ghost of a smile, her eyes twinkling
in rare humour. "You'll get used to it. Won't she,
Misato?"
Misato blushed yet again, and her eyes briefly
looked hunted before settling, deadly, on her old college
friend. "Ah... right. Whatever you say... Ritsu-chan."
Asuka watched the interplay between the two as
something without words passed between them. Unable to
understand, her always-short patience quickly ran out.
"Can I get dressed now?" she asked.
For a long moment the two women continued their face-
off, Misato blushing and Ritsuko smiling her half-smile,
before Misato broke the tableau. "Get dressed, Asuka,
and we'll go home. Shinji's cooking tonight and I don't
want to be late."
* * *
Asuka flinched as she sat fully into the cool, black
leather of the passenger seat of Misato's Z-car. She
briefly held her ass off the seat before gently letting
herself down again.
Misato dumped herself carelessly into the driver's
seat and slammed the door. She looked across at Asuka.
"You okay?"
The redhead hesitated, then nodded. "It just feels
strange," she said. "At least it doesn't feel like I
have to walk bowlegged any more."
Misato snorted, started the car, and gunned it for
the exit. "You'll get used to it," she said over the low
roar of the car's passage as they broke out from Central
Dogma into the 'sunlight' of the geofront.
Asuka squirmed in her seat as the simulator body
seemed to move within her. A subtle stimulation made her
groin and breasts tingle and brought her breath more
quickly. After a moment she relaxed again.
"How do you know, Misato?" asked Asuka as they
parked on a car carrier that would take them to the
surface -- driving directly was not possible because the
passageway was too steep for safe descent. "Don't tell
me *you've* done something like this?!" Misato did not
answer immediately, but instead continued to rest her
chin on the heel of her hand as she looked out her window
at the now-descending scenery. At her non-response,
Asuka's eyes opened wide and she said, "Man, you
Japanese, you're *all* perverts."
Stung, Misato brought her hand down on the car door
with a thump and turned towards Asuka. "It was a *dare*,
okay?! Kaji-kun dared me!"
Silence reigned as Asuka stared at Misato in
amazement. Outside, the world was plunged briefly into
darkness as they passed one of the railway's massive
supports before, now past, light once again flooded the
cabin of the car.
"Kaji-san?" asked Asuka weakly. "He...?"
Misato smirked at Asuka's reaction. "Yes, Kaji. I
don't know why I did it, but we'd just woken up and made
love, and he dared me to do it. He even put it in me,
and he used tape to attach the battery pack to my leg.
Then he turned it on, just on 'low' fortunately, and made
me agree not to turn it off for anything." She smirked
in memory. "It's about the only time Kaji was keen to
have me *put on* panties."
Asuka's face burned red, but she couldn't stop
herself from asking. "Why?"
"To stop it coming out, of course. Why else?"
The red of Asuka's face deepened further still.
Misato noticed and giggled quietly to herself.
Silence was the car's third passenger as they
plunged into the dark tunnel that was the final part of
the journey towards the surface.
* * *
Smells of dinner greeted Asuka and Misato as they
stepped into the apartment they called home.
"I'm back!" called Misato and Asuka as the door
closed. Misato continued, "Smells good, Shinji-kun."
Shoes off, Misato strode into the kitchen to grab a
beer, Asuka following. Shinji stood at the stove,
stirring something in a pot. He looked up as the two
entered. "Welcome home," he said with a small smile.
Misato grabbed her beer and knocked it back in one
draught. "Weeheee!" she yelled as she finished. "Life
doesn't get any better than this!"
Asuka stepped around the end of the kitchen table to
get to a seat. She didn't say a word, but something
about her grabbed Shinji's attention as she passed him.
He watched her as she sat gingerly. She seemed a little
flushed, and to his surprise he saw twin points in her
shirt. Her nipples, he realised, and he was unable to
tear his eyes from the sight.
"When's dinner, Shin-chan?" asked Misato with a
seductive lilt in her voice. Shinji tore his eyes away
from Asuka to see Misato smiling at him challengingly,
her eyes twinkling with some message that he was utterly
unable to interpret. He noticed her flick her eyes to
Asuka, whose attention was elsewhere for the moment, and
he blushed at having been caught in an indiscretion.
But there was something about Asuka that drew his
eyes to her tonight...
"Shin-chan? Dinner?"
Shinji turned away from his co-pilot and back to the
stove. "Err, sorry, umm, it'll be just a few minutes,
Misato-san."
True to his word, three minutes later Shinji put
bowls in front of each place and sat down. Misato leaned
down to inhale the delicious aromas rising from the hot
food, sniffing loudly. "Mmm, smells lovely. Well,
itadakimaaaaas'!"
Asuka seemed to return her awareness to the outside
world at that, and echoed Shinji as he said,
"Itadakimas'," before beginning to eat. She sipped her
soup and took some of the donburi that Shinji had made,
smiling at the flavour. "It's nice, Shinji-kun," she
said with a weak smile.
Shinji looked up in surprise at Asuka's compliment.
That surprise deepened as he saw her give him a small
smile. "Thank you, it's nothing," he said automatically
as she returned to her food.
So it was another surprise to Shinji when, halfway
through her meal, Asuka put down her chopsticks with a
click and pushed back her seat. "Gochisou-sama," she
said as she left the kitchen in the direction of her
bedroom.
* * *
Sliding her door closed with a sigh, Asuka leaned
back against it and closed her eyes. Curse that rotten
device! She had no idea what it was doing to her, but it
was doing *something*, and now it had become almost
unbearable.
A burst of warmth came from her loins, echoed by a
tingling in her breasts, and her breath caught briefly.
It was all she could do not to tear off her pants and rip
the thing from within her, sync ratio or no sync ratio.
Another burst of stimulation made her arch her back
for a long moment, then relax. Feeling her knees weak,
Asuka stumbled across the room to her bed and flopped
down upon it. Her loose tee-shirt twisted about her
torso from her landing, rubbing the cloth along her
braless breasts causing her yet more stimulation.
Her breasts. Asuka lifted the collar of her shirt,
peering down at herself. She saw that her nipples were
firmly erect, the areolae crinkled... but she wasn't
cold. If anything, she was hot. Why were they erect,
she asked herself? Curious, she moved to gently poke one
even as the obvious answer finally came to her.
Realisation crashed in on her together with a burst of
sensation from her touch.
"Unnnh!... Dummkopf!"
Arousal. She was aroused. Asuka was not the
typical high-school girl; she had graduated from college
and the voracious hunger for book-learning that went with
such an achievement at an early age meant both that she
had read widely, but also that she had been socially
isolated. She had read about this, knew all the
physiological processes, all the words... but she had had
no idea at all of how it *felt*.
Now that she realised what was happening, a flood of
information was available to her. Pages from her reading
flicked before her mind's eye, diagrams, and she could
now visualise what was happening. But with that
knowledge and her earlier realisation came curiosity.
Briefly Asuka wrestled with herself, but there was really
no decision to make.
Asuka had always made her own rules, all geniuses
did as a matter of course, and now was no exception. She
did not hesitate. Quickly she got up and adjusted the
mirror on her dresser so that it pointed at her bed. She
then stripped off her clothes and lay back on her bed.
The simulation body chose that moment to administer
another burst of whatever it was it did, and a detached
part of Asuka, now knowing what it was, watched herself
in fascination even as her main self marvelled at the
feeling as the thing seemed to move within her, causing
her to gasp and writhe briefly on her bed.
Her breath came more quickly, and she propped up her
head using her pillows before gently cupping her breasts.
The sensation was delicious, and gently she stroked them
with her fingertips, cataloguing the range and depth of
the feelings generated as she experimented with her tits.
She had been proud of their size and shape before, as was
any teenage girl, but now her appreciation of them gained
new depth and character as she found sensitive areas in
unexpected places: The nipples, yes, but also at the
base of her breasts where they joined the chest, and
there was a spot just *there* that.... oooh....
She glanced in the mirror as she played with her
breasts, concentrating on the most sensitive spots. She
saw herself with her hands at her tits, alternately
tweaking her own nipples and making cupping motions as
her chest rose and fell with excitement. "Mmmm..."
The detached part of Asuka, the super-ego if you
will, knew that there was yet more to go. Still watching
herself in the mirror, she snaked one hand down to the
juncture of her thighs, feeling surprise on one level and
acknowledgment of the expected on another level as she
noted that she was wet. The hard intrusion of the
'simulation body' made it difficult, but running her hand
over and around it, she found that her vulva was awash
with a viscous fluid both slippery and a little sticky...
a sure sign of her excitement, part of her mind told her.
Asuka gasped as she ran her hand over the top of her
cunt, the juncture of her inner lips, to find that unlike
usual, a nubbin of flesh stood proud. A burst of
sensation that accompanied her discovery, so strong it
was both pleasure and pain, told her that this was her
clit, aroused, and that she had best be gentle with it.
Now breathing heavily, Asuka mewed a little as she
ran her fingers over her exposed flesh. Tension built
within her as her hips began to switch automatically.
Intensifying her efforts, she knew orgasm approached and
she reached for it, grasping eagerly, drawing her legs up
as she once again applied direct stimulation to her
clitoris. "Unng, unnh, unnh," sounds came unnoticed from
her throat as she frantically split her attention between
watching herself in the throes of passion in her mirror,
and the frenzied stroking and massaging of her busy
fingers as they brought her to... to... to...
"Annnnnnngh! Annnngh! Ahhhnnnngh! Aaagh, Gott, ich
gehe!"
Orgasm. The Big O. Asuka forgot everything except
the motion of her fingers as the white heat of orgasm
crashed down upon her like a breaker thundering into
shore. Time extended glassily and she felt herself
twitch involuntarily, her fingers pressing down in
sympathy with some rhythm that only she knew, stretching
the moment out into the infinite vastness of...
With a huge gasp, Asuka released the breath she had
held at the last as her muscles relaxed. Her fingers
continued to massage her mound, sending tingles of
renewed - continued? - excitement through her.
'Why not?' asked her super-ego, and she continued
her fingering, now alternating with a hand on one breast,
building the tension once again.
* * *
Shinji chased the last grains of rice from his bowl
and lifted his soup to drain that bowl as well. Misato
relaxed opposite him with a beer, her expression happy
and somehow reminiscent, as though she was privately
reliving some pleasant event in her past.
Gathering the dishes, Shinji glanced at Asuka's half-
eaten dinner and then in the direction of her bedroom.
"Do you think Asuka's all right?" he asked, concerned.
"Is she sick?"
Misato came out of her reverie with an almost
imperceptible jerk. "Eh? Why?"
"Well, she didn't finish her dinner, and..." He
broke off as he heard a low moan from the direction of
the bedrooms. He put down the bowls determinedly and
stepped towards the doorway. "She doesn't sound well."
Quickly Misato jumped up and blocked Shinji's exit.
"She's fine, Shinji. Don't worry about her."
"But, I heard..."
Misato sighed. "Don't worry about it, Shinji. It's
a girl thing she's going through. It's nothing you can
help with." She smirked to herself as she realised that
Shinji indeed could help Asuka, though not in the manner
he no doubt intended at the moment.
"Oh. Okay then, if you say so." Shinji turned back
to the table, and quickly stored Asuka's leftovers before
turning back to the sink and commencing the clean-up in
earnest. He twitched as another moan came down the
passage. "I hope she's all right," he muttered to
himself.
Behind him, Misato just smirked.
* * *
In his bedroom, lying on his bed, Shinji tried not
to listen to the noises leaking through the wall from
Asuka's room. His tape player lay ignored, unused
despite the surcease that it offered.
He wondered what on earth could be happening.
Shinji had eventually decided that the noises Asuka was
making were not pain or discomfort, but something more...
joyous. He was utterly mystified, though he couldn't
keep the way Asuka had looked this evening out of his
head.
The sound of movement came from next door, and then
Asuka's door opened and closed. A moment later, the
shower started.
'Maybe I'll get some sleep now,' Shinji told
himself.
* * *
Asuka looked at her wrinkled fingers as she stood
under the shower, hot water cascading off her back and
ass. With a smile she turned around, lifting her chin to
keep the hot water from her face and let it flow down her
chest and torso, enjoying the delicate massage the
drumming of the shower gave her breasts and especially
her nipples, now feeling a little delicate after all the
attention she had given them.
Soaping herself down, she was relieved to discover
that she got no sexual excitement from merely washing.
For a while there, when every touch no matter how
incidental had led her off down a road of sexual
excitement and eventual orgasm, she had wondered if she
would ever be normal again.
The night was warm, and she did not linger in the
shower. Pulling her towel from where it hung, she dried
herself, starting at her head and working down... a
logical sequence she had worked out years ago, which
prevented areas already dried from being wet again by
drips falling from higher regions. When she ran the
towel over her left thigh, however, she got a surprise.
When she touched the little white box Ritsuko had stuck
there earlier that day, the 'control box' she had called
it, the simulation body seemed to writhe within her.
Asuka gasped at the feeling.
Almost automatically she touched the control unit
again, and again the unit seemed to writhe within her,
only now it seemed to be warm... no, hot. Not
uncomfortable, but something about its heat made her want
to...
"No, Askua, don't be a pervert!" she told herself
sternly. But the simulation body stayed warm and after a
longish delay moved on its own.
It was stimulating her G-spot, Asuka realised,
gasping as another movement combined with some kind of
stimulation came. She rapidly finished drying herself
and returned to her bedroom, nude but uncaring, to flop
once again on her bed.
A part of her *knew* that she would have to bring
herself to orgasm to get that rotten thing stuck inside
her to shut up for a while, so she put one hand to her
clit while the other lay on the white control unit.
'Oh, God, how can it be *better*?' Asuka asked
herself as the high-tech dildo began to writhe within
her, its warmth and the slight motion somehow making it
feel *alive*. Soon she was gasping, careless of the
noise she was making, consumed by the sensations she was
feeling. Higher and higher she rose, riding the now-
familiar rising wave of orgasm, her busy fingers beating
a tattoo on her inner lips and the flesh surrounding her
clit as that damnable *thing* writhed and sparked a heat
deep within her, oh god, so good, I'm going, I'm going,
so good, so....
Back arched, Asuka orgasmed for the fourth time that
night with a long drawn-out moan, then gasped in surprise
as she segued almost immediately into another, and
finally another. Then the device went quiet and Asuka
let her self collapse exhausted back to her bed, her arms
flopping. Tiredly she smiled, wiped her fingers on the
sheets, and greeted sleep as, all unbidden, it rose to
meet her.
* * *
One thirty AM. Warm darkness fills the apartment as
the souls within sleep peacefully.
All?
No! For let us look in upon Asuka-chan. Naked,
legs akimbo, she writhes gently upon her bed, the top
sheet long since kicked to the floor. One hand moving
gently between her legs, the other gripping the sheet,
Asuka-chan fills her room with quiet, breathy moans. For
long minutes she continues this until, finally, she lets
out a final, trembling exhalation. The moment
stretches... stretches... until, finally, she again draws
breath and relaxes once more into sleep.
For long minutes she sleeps. Ten minutes, twenty.
Then, a gasp. A low moan... muttered speech. "Iyaa...
mou ikanai... verdamm... aaahh."
Asuka's hand slips easily to her sex and she lets
out a low moan of half frustration, half satisfaction as
her index finger begins languid but effective strokes...
up, down, a lap for variety.
Two AM. Once again, Asuka grips the sheet.
* * *
Misato plunged the vibrator, set on low, rapidly in
and out of her hungry vagina while the other hand busied
itself with the hard, brown nipples that rode atop her
large, soft tits. E-cup. It's official.
With jerky motions of her thumb she stroked her
lower lips and clit, the irregular spacing matching the
rhythm of her last lover. She called him up in her mind
as she reached for the heights, the smoky aroma of his
chest, the way he had gripped her hands, holding her
helpless beneath him, only able to switch her hips about
as he stroked powerfully into her. Now deep, now
shallow, now squashing her clit delightfully with his
pubis as his organ plumbed her depths, the unguessable
irregularity of his strokes frustrated and excited her.
She could see his smile, loving but a little cruel, as he
watched her face to judge the effect his movements had
upon her.
Finally, mercifully, he began a more traditional
rhythm. Six shallow, one deep, five shallow, two deep...
by the time he had delivered the six deep strokes she was
gasping, spasming around him, arms straining against his
hold, and then his deep, masculine grunting, the sudden,
spasmodic, rutting rhythm as he flooded her with his
seed.
With a sigh, Misato withdrew the large, penis-shaped
vibrator from her pussy and turned it off. She wiped her
face of sweat before she cleaned the dildo and put it
away. Collapsing back onto her bed, careless of the cool
wetness of her sweat, Misato smiled happily as she
drifted off.
"Kaji-kun..."
* * *
Shinji woke at his usual time, blinking against
eyelids that felt like they were full of sand. Yawning,
he rubbed his eyes and realised that he didn't feel as
though he had slept at all. He shrugged into his clothes
and stumbled into the kitchen to begin breakfast.
Asuka was already there, sipping a glass of orange
juice. Her hair was dull and lank, draping straight from
her bowed head to hide her face as she sipped.
Automatically Shinji greeted her. "Good morning, Asuka!"
She looked up, and Shinji was surprised to see her
smiling her usual, arrogant, triumphant smile. "Good
morning, Shinji-kun," she said.
He stared at her oddly. "Ahh. errr. you don't.. are
you okay, Asuka? You didn't seem too. great at." He
trailed off as her eyes sparkled challengingly. "Err.
um. I'm glad to see. you. ummm."
The silence stretched glass-thin between them,
Shinji unable to go on and Asuka smirking, her
competitive spirit sensing victory over Shinji. For the
first time in weeks, she actually felt confident again,
and that made her feel good, despite her acute lack of
sleep.
As Shinji turned away, back to his breakfast
preparations, Asuka watched the flush rise on his cheeks
and realised that he had been trying to say that she
seemed to be better and that he was glad for her. Her
super-ego asked nastily why she chose now to realise
this, but Asuka ignored it as she continued smiling,
watching Shinji absently as she finished her breakfast.
* * *
Sitting at her desk in school, Asuka thanked Gott in
Himmel that the stupid 'simulation body' - actually a
cruel joke, she now thought - seemed to have become more
bearable. It had been all she could do to stifle her
gasps during class, but somehow she had made it through
the morning.
The bell went, and it was with relief that she got
up to go to PE class. Sitting on that thing, it pushed
it against her body, further in, and she could not forget
its presence even when it wasn't actively driving her
crazy. Walking, however, she could forget she had it in.
Shinji and the other boys peeled off as the crowd of
students passed the boys' locker room, and soon she was
facing her locker, pulling out her swimsuit.
Methodically she stripped off her skirt and blouse,
folding them neatly before she put them in the locker,
and she had just taken off her bra when her attention was
finally wrenched to the girls around her.
"Kyaaa! Asuka, you're so *cool*!"
Asuka stared at the girls crowding around her in
various states of dress. They all seemed to be looking
at her panties.
"Wow, what does it feel like?" "I'd never be so
brave!" "You're a *pervert*, Souryuu!"
Looking down, Asuka saw the little control box stuck
to her inner thigh, with its wide ribbon leading under
the leg of her panties.
"I bet Shinji made her wear it!" "Ohh, that's so
*dominant*!" "Yeah, like Ikari'd do *that*." "Who knows
*what* he's like at home. He fights that Evangelion;
maybe he just feels we're not worth the trouble."
Multiple feminine squeals warred against other
expressions of disgust while Asuka flushed to her chest.
"It's not like that!" she yelled. "It's an official
Nerv thing. I've been ordered to--!"
"No way!" "Wow, maybe that's why Ayanami's always
so spaced out."
"Enough!" Asuka turned again, to see that Horaki
Hikari, the class prefect, had come to rescue her.
"Leave her alone, you perverts. Besides, this must be
some new experimental thing, 'cause look at that white
box, there's no way Asuka or Rei could have showed up to
swimming before without us noticing -- or the boys, for
that matter." She turned to Asuka. "Right, Asuka?"
Asuka nodded. "It's an experiment to improve... er,
I can't talk about it." Feeling support from Hikari, she
rallied. "Anyway, what's it matter to you lot?! Jeez, I
thought those boys were perverts, but you lot...!"
The small crowd broke up, grumbling, as the girls
turned back to their lockers and continued changing.
Satisfied, Asuka stripped off her panties and took up her
one-piece uniform swimsuit, preparing to step into it.
A throat clearing behind her made her pause.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw a blushing Hikari.
"What?" she asked, feeling confident again.
Hikari's blush deepened as she pointed to Asuka's
upper thigh. "Isn't that going to be rather noticeable?
Shouldn't you take it out for swimming?" Her blush
deepened further, as she added, "Or are you *trying* to
attract that kind of attention from the boys?"
"Eh?" Asuka glanced down, then realised what Hikari
was going on about. "Err... I guess you're right." Her
shoulders slumped forward a little.
"It's okay, Asuka, we'll just say you've got your
period and you can be excused swimming." Hikari noted
Asuka's posture and added, "I know you like swimming, but
it's the best way. I'm sorry."
Asuka nodded even as she tossed her swimsuit back
into the locker. Grabbing her panties, she muttered,
"It's okay, thanks," as she began to re-dress.
* * *
Nerv. The examination room.
Ritsuko greeted Asuka and Misato as the came in.
She was happy to see Asuka smiling, not glassy-eyed;
perhaps this outlandish scheme might even work, she mused
to herself. She waved Asuka to a seat opposite the desk
she was sitting behind. She was pleased to see Asuka sit
normally, not gingerly or hesitantly.
"Well, Asuka, how did it go? Any problems?"
Asuka blushed. "Well, at first, but now it's okay."
She fixed Ritsuko with an accusing glare. "You *knew*
what that thing was going to do to me, didn't you," she
challenged.
Acknowledging Asuka's statement with a nod, Ritsuko
interlaced her fingers and leant her chin on them. "Of
course I did, Asuka. And I'm glad to see you were able
to tolerate it; it bodes well for the actual interface.
Which is, by the way, going to take a little getting used
to."
"Hah! It can't be any worse than this thing! I can
handle it, no problem!"
An enigmatic smile crossed Ritsuko's lips, making
Misato thing for a moment of Ikari Gendou. "I'm glad to
hear that," she said, then broke the mood by pushing her
chair back and standing up from behind the desk.
Stepping around it, towards Asuka and Misato, Ritsuko
said, "I need to remove the simulation body and examine
you again, Asuka, just to make sure there's no problems,
before we go to the next step."
"The next step?"
"We try a synchronisation test."
* * *
Asuka felt a little... empty... as she followed
Ritsuko to the pilots' change room. Inside, in the
girls' half, Ritsuko pointed to a previously-unused
locker and Asuka opened it, pulling out plug suit in her
usual bright red. Looking inside it, she was not at all
surprised to see what appeared to be a duplicate of the
simulation body affixed to the crotch. She let out a
sigh.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," she said under
her breath.
Satisfied that Asuka wasn't going to run screaming,
Ritsuko turned to go back out the door. "I'll leave you
to get changed," she said. "Meet us outside, please."
She left, and collected Misato with a glance.
The door to the change room closed automatically
behind them. "So, Major, how did she really go? Pilot
Souryuu seems a little tired today."
Misato shrugged. "At first she was having a really
hard time, but eventually she figured out what was
happening and she kept me up half the night as she
masturbated." She smiled. "Reminded me of the time Kaji-
kun--"
"Yes, yes, I understand." Ritsuko gave Misato a
look that mixed asperity with a smile remembering older
days, an odd combination that Misato somehow understood
immediately. "Well, it could have been worse, and I
think that we may just have a success here."
"Oh, not as confident as you sounded yesterday?"
Ritsuko gave Misato a *look* and didn't reply. A
moment later the door opened, and Asuka stepped out a
little gingerly. Ritsuko noticed and stopped Asuka with
a hand on her shoulder.
"Is everything all right, Asuka? You don't look
very comfortable."
Asuka blushed and said, "It's this suit, it moves
the plug around with every step I take; the simulator
didn't do that." Unspoken was the fact that she was
rather turned on; the slight indentations her nipples
were making in the tough fabric of the plug suit spoke
eloquently - if mutely - of that.
"Well, we only have to go to the testing chamber, so
it's not that far. Bear up."
* * *
"Approaching absolute limit... passed... 0.3,
0.4..."
"We've got... Ah! Ritsuko-sempai, Asuka's synch
ratio is fluctuating!"
"Life signs are okay; pilot's heart is beating
unusually quickly."
"Environment all okay."
"Bring up the interior view!" ordered Misato.
The large screen cleared of status displays to show
Asuka trembling, back arched, as her hands fumbled
futilely at her crotch. "Arrrrgggh!" She slumped, and
Ritsuko noted the synchronisation ratio rising again. As
it did, Asuka gradually became more frantic until at last
she slumped in release again and her sync ratio dropped.
"Stop this stupid thing!" she yelled, one hand
flailing at the com switch but missing. "Arrgh!"
"Drop the feedback by point one," snapped Ritsuko to
nobody in particular.
Asuka's posture immediately eased, but she still
trembled.
"Cut the link, abort the test, eject the pilot,"
said Ritsuko. "Maya, have tech services modify the new
plug suit to allow the pilot to control the plug feedback
ratio, and I think we'll be all right." She gestured at
the sync rate history chart currently floating in mid-air
to one side. Turning to Misato, she said, "Well, it's a
success. Between sixty-two and seventy-one percent!
That's five percent better than her previous best!"
Misato made a face. "Only if she can control it."
* * *
"Seventy-one percent! Yay! Take that, number-one-
san!" Asuka's face clouded, then showed fear. "But I
can't *fight* like that, doctor! You've go no idea what
it..."
"Don't worry, Asuka. We're installing a control on
the left leg, a simple dial. It will allow you to
control the amount of feedback put through the plug. It
needs to be as high as it can be, to give you the maximum
synchronisation boost, but it can't be allowed to
distract you. Do you understand?"
Asuka grinned, shark-like. "Yep! Just you wait,
baka-Shinji! I'm the best now!" She marched out,
spitting out similar phrases as she went. The change-
room door closed, and Ritsuko fancied the heard the
distant hiss of the plug suit inflating, and a
simultaneous sigh of relief from their intrepid young
pilot.
Smiling, she left Misato to wait for Asuka to finish
changing and be ready to return home. Once out of sight,
the smile changed, becoming enigmatic as her brows
beetled into a cruel line. "Yes, it's going very well
indeed," she murmured to herself as she hit the elevator
call button to take her to her office.
...to be continued...
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David Eddy - Senior Consultant, Progress Software Melbourne
dje@progress.com
Screening Coordinator and Subbing Bunny, Melbourne Anime Society
My home page is at http://nabiki.newberry.edu/DEddy