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Evangelion, The Futanari Generations	By : Wendell Urth Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 6205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8
He lay in the darkness of his room. He had had a bad day. No Angels, but he hadn’t done well in simulation training. Everything was off balance. He pulled his weapons too soon; his reflexes were slow. He called the wrong tactics (Asuka & Misato weren’t going to let him forget it, either!). He felt his Eva was resisting him somehow. Rei had tried to cover for him. He didn’t ask her for that! It angered him. Asuka pointed out to everyone what a failure he was as a pilot. He missed an invite for a movie date with Kensuke & Toji, he saw Asuka smirking and guessed she had figured out his phone password again. He didn’t react. It wasn’t worth it anymore.
Misato was out of town tonight on NERV business. Rei had a gym meet somewhere. They’d be alone tonight. Just him & Asuka. He wondered what kind of mood she’d be in. They ate early in silence. She kept tapping her foot, that was bad sign. He excused himself and went to bed. Locking his shiny new door lock.
It was a warm night and the A/C wasn’t keeping up. His window was open, the moon was bright. His SDAT, his first and best friend. 25/26. Click. 25/26. Click
“Shinji?” the muffled voice. He ignored it.
“Shinji?” louder. SDAT at full volume, he could still hear the door handle turning, one way then the other.
“Shinji! I need to talk to you!” The lock was moments from breaking.
“Shinji, Shinji, let me in?” the voice of a cranky child.
He sighed, got up and went to the door. It spared him the embarrassed smirking of the landlord.
“It’s late Asuka. Very late. I just want to get some sleep. Can we talk tomorrow?” He didn’t say “Tomorrow, when Misato & Rei get back.”
“Just for a few minutes. Till I get sleepy”
He sat on the edge of the bed, she found a place on the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her legs with her long crossed arms. She was dressed in her usual night time attire. Panties, cut off t shirt that covered the tops of her breasts and none of the bottom. Her cherry red aureole exposed, 38DD on a 7ft tall girl. Nice. Every Norm’s dream, right?
“Why don’t you like me ‘little Shinji’?
He paused in the darkness. “Might have something to do with calling me “little Shinji”.
She laughed. Then changed the subject. “Why do you have such a small bed? We could rearrange things in here, get you a nicer one.”
“You mean one that would be comfortable for a 7ft tall Futa instead of ones where your legs hung half way off and creaked & threatened to collapse every time you turned over” he thought. “I like my bed just fine; all the lumps and sagging match my spine.” he said. It wouldn’t do to call his a “normal sized” bed. “Not healthy, Shinji” he knew.
A small voice, at least one for a 7 ft tall woman. “Are you still mad at me, lil…I mean, Shinji-kun?” He knew she was smiling in the darkness. The moon was reflected off her teeth. A shark in the darkness.
“I’m OK Asuka. I’m fine. You’re fine. Why don’t we get some sleep?” He yawned, somewhat theatrically, but hoping she’d get the message. She got a message, but the wrong one.
She got up; her futon was outside the door. She bundled it into his room and locked the door. Another bad sign, Rei was due home early tomorrow.
“Why don’t you come down here with me, it’s ever so comfortable. She kept prodding and poking him. He sighed. No use fighting it and got down onto the futon with her.
She nuzzled him between her breasts. She was all sympathy and sweetness and lust. He couldn’t resist her like this. He hated the bitch inside her, but loved the sweet, seductive little girl. “Which one is really her?” he wondered for the millionth time, knowing she was both or neither. “Or maybe she’s someone else entirely.”
She turned over on her side, her back against him. She preferred him taking her from behind. She had a lot of rules. She was ashamed of her Futa cock, she tried to keep it out of his sight. That was OK with Shinji. She like him touching her breasts, but not kissing or licking them. Never sucking.
He could touch her from behind.
He admired her strong back, the play of her muscular, athletic body. She was a huge sexy animal.
Although he was involved with 3 Fem-Futa, he wasn’t into cock play as some Norms were. Misato was the only one that he had jacked or sucked or had been penetrated by (just once, as if that made a difference!). Misato’s idea. Not his. He didn’t have a choice with her. She called the shots. Not that she wasn’t loving and affectionate when it suited her.
When it suited her. Regardless of whether it suited him. “How many boys were there before me? Like poor Kaji, an outcast now. How many more after she turns me out?” He loved her, but was afraid of her and what she’d turn him into.
Rei just didn’t seem to care that much. She had a dick, she had a pussy. Either one could be used for fun… but she’d rather lift weights. Her clit was huge, it was almost another dick. A few hard flicks, a couple of tugs and she was good for the night. He could let her mark him. She’d never turn him out, she loved him too much. Just not in the way either of them needed. It would be a long sad relationship.
Then there was Asuka. He could love her. She could love him. She’d kill him eventually; he had no doubt of it. Accidental injury during sex was the number on cause of death among non-Futa-Males. At least we assume accidental. Police don’t really look that closely anymore. Ever try to arrest a 7ft tall woman. Or interrogate one? Besides, more and more cops today were Fem-Futa. Crime was down. Let them handle Fem-Futa suspects. They were smarter anyway.
He grabbed her body, she shoulders and thrust as deeply as he could. “Oh God, Shin, harder. Please harder.” He went faster, hoping she would take that as a good sign. “Go deeper baby, deeper!” He was at his limit. What did she expect? He tried slowing down to pound into her with long deep thrusts. “Fuck me like you fuck that bitch MISATO!”
Things went down hill rather fast from there.
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