[FFML] Point of View, Chapter Five [EVA, lemon]

[Bolivar Shagnasty]

Point of View, by Bolivar Q. Shagnasty and the Composer

Disclaimer:  We don't own EVA.  We don't even really own this fic.
Speeding 


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? Dont' 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.  "<For all that you tease the boys, you
get no action?>"

Asuka's eyebrows shot straight up.  "Wh..WHAT?!"  <How *dare* you!   I
hope your dick falls off!>"

"<Oh come on, you *so* want to be strapped to a chair and get ravaged. 
I can see it in your eyes.  You know what they say about redheads,>" 
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."

"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 junkfood, 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."


       
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