[FFML] Point of View Chapter Four [eva,lemon]

[Bolivar Shagnasty]

Returning The Favour


"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 should teach her how to do a striptease.  Shinji'd thank me,' Misato noted in her mind.

"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.

'Oh, yes.  She's ready.'


***


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..."

'I might just want to speed things up a bit.  If I don't, this poor girl's going to have a heart attack.'

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.

'Boy, Shinji will be thanking me when this is all straightened out,' Misato thought proudly.

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."


       
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