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Inversion	By : Amitakartok_The_Writer Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 7262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This story is based on an Evangelion fanfic I wrote and posted on another site. Whoever owns Evangelion and all it's characters, I'm not that person/company. Similarly, I do not make any profit from it.

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This story is a little omake for another fanfic I wrote and posted on FFnet. The original version lacks any overt stuff but I just couldn't resist to write this. As far as the original goes, this omake is non-canon.

As soon as the locker room’s door closed behind her, Shinji paused in her steps before she spun and planted a fist into the locker she just passed. – “Damnit!” – she swore. – “Me and my big mouth! I just had to go and show off to that bastard, didn’t I?! Waa no...” – She placed both hands on the locker. – “AHŌ!!!” – she screamed as she headbutted the locker with all her strength.

Pausing a while to catch her breath and fight off the pain in her forehead, the girl balled her hands into fists before pushing herself away. Belated she noticed that she accidentally slipped into the dialect she was using for years before fate in the form of a certain bearded sadist with scary shiny glasses dragged her into this mess. Shinji was a believer of ‘live and let live’ – that is, she didn’t deliberately antagonize anyone unless said person gave her a reason to. And what that person (she disputed his right to call himself her father) did to her generously fulfilled that criteria.

She still didn’t have a clue why he did it but she wasn’t about to brood over it forever. She was here and in control of her own life – that’s all that mattered. Right now however she made a grave mistake: she revealed just how sharp her mind was, giving away her main weapon to oppose that person with. That was a major problem as it more than likely made that person suspicious of her, resulting in that person having her watched even more closely. Not to mention a possible retaliation on Kensuke and his family just to spite her... while she wasn’t sure that person would be capable of doing that, she didn’t want to be proven right.

Shinji temporarily purged these thoughts from her mind as she went to her own locker and started discarding her clothes. As a side effect of the installation being underwater, the corridors were noticeably colder than the buildings topside. While it could easily be rectified by turning the internal heating a bit higher, that was reserved for winter months only to lower operating costs. Shinji learned from experience that she has to redress fast; that experience was now proven as she was having goosebumps even before she glanced around (she still didn’t get used to dressing in a locker room) and pulled down her panties, fully exposing her bare body to the world. Shinji wasn’t an exhibitionist and never wore revealing clothes; the boys’ school uniform she had was testament to that. Only her roommate ever saw her like this and said roommate was another teenage girl so neither minded. Not that Shinji had anything to look at in the first place: her body was slightly underdeveloped when compared to her classmates. Mind you, Shinji didn't really had vanity but there was no way a teenager couldn't feel at least some insecurity over her own body. She was already dreading the school's scheduled medical checkup when she would have to show that same body to everyone.

As the white fabric fell onto the pile of clothes, Shinji sat onto the bench in the middle of the room, hunched up in a vain attempt to protect herself from the cold. – "If anyone came in now, they'd get quite a show." – she mumbled to herself as her bare skin practically glowed. She started rocking herself back and forth to warm up which helped somewhat.

In fact it warmed her up quite a bit.

...

...and felt nice too...

...

... VERY nice...

The girl jolted aware as if awakening from the dream. – "What the heck?" – she murmured, unfolding her legs which made some of the cold come back. She didn't even notice it at first; what she did notice was the almost painful stiffness of her nipples. And not just that: there was a cold draft from her thighs. Shinji of course knew what it was, she just didn't know why. Then she realized: in her efforts to warm herself up, she was inadvertently rubbing her nipples against her thighs.

Experimentally, she flicked one of the small nubs of flesh. The jolt it sent through her was nothing less than electrifying. Slowly, she laid a fingertip on it and started circling. Shinji involuntarily bit into her lower lip from the sensation the simple movement generated.

Her breasts weren't big: Shinji didn't wear a cup-type bra for the simple reason she didn't need one. At home, she didn't even wear a bra at all but let the baggy T-shirt hide the pointy mounds of flesh completely unlike Misato's jiggly orbs. On the other hand, she preferred it this way: large breasts drew the male gaze like moths to flame so Shinji could avoid attention.

The very same pointy mounds she was directing her attention at as her other hand joined in on giving their owner a small measure of escape from reality.

Sadly, it didn't last: as soon as the small moan left her throat, the girl instantly sent her hands down to the bench with a red face. – "The hell am I doing, fondling myself here? If someone comes in..." – she admonished herself as she looked into the mirror the door of her open locker held. The flushed cheeks were more than enough proof of her earlier activities, not to mention that dampness she now had to get rid of.

Right as she was about to get up and find something to wipe it off, an absolutely crazy idea occurred to her.

She naturally dismissed it at first, barely even daring to think about it. But teenagers aren't known for their outstanding self-control.

Slowly, almost fearfully, Shinji put her legs onto the bench and leaned back. The object's coldness against her bare back almost caused her to jump off but she fought down the instinctual reaction and fully laid back. She made one last glance at the door before slowly spreading her legs. Anyone who could've walked in at this moment would've witnessed her womanhood bared to the world, only marred by the sparse black pubic hair. She started grooming about a year ago, slightly after her roommate did. Everybody expected it as her periods started later as well, the last of which she had two and a half weeks ago. It didn't particularly bother her (quite the opposite, it compensated for her lack of chest mass) so she didn't remove it, even though she knew some older girls shaved themselves bare. Of course she had nothing on Rei's triangle of adult-thickness dark blue hair she saw a few days ago but she wasn't sure she wanted.

Right now said hairs were matted and glistening with tiny drops of her body's excitement. Shinji slowly ran a combing finger across the tangled mass before raising it up and taking a sniff. The aroma wasn't unfamiliar, she smelled it before on herself (and while back in her previous living place, faintly smelled a similar one on some nights her roommate murmured in her sleep) but not with this intensity. She wiped her finger in the bench while storing the little fact in the back of her brain; licking it off to get a taste didn't even occur to her, in fact the mere idea repulsed her.

With that done, Shinji shot another guiltily glance at the door again before sliding her hand back to its former place and laying it on herself. She knew what she was about to do, of course; she wasn't a sheltered girl and overheard just enough from her peers. Accidental touches and brushes gave her enough sensation to know what to expect, intentionally pleasuring herself was something she was yet to do. What she was finding hard was to start. She needed to move her hand, yet the decision proved to be surprisingly hard; anyone could walk in right now and she would be the laughingstock of NERV. While she was deliberating, her left hand was idly tugging on her pubic hair which she sometimes did when alone and frustrated.

As she finally convinced herself, Shinji spread her legs further and slowly dipped her middle finger into herself. She was already so wet her lower lips parted easily, although only the first digit slipped in before she encountered resistance. This was more to reassure herself than to gain pleasure as she had no intention of losing her virginity to her hand or worse, an object. That is why she withdrew her drenched finger and probed a bit further. When she tapped the small nub at her tip, her entire body jumped from an almost painful jolt. – "...okay... note to self: leave that alone." – she murmured to herself before lowering the probing appendage to the opposite end of her slit and drawing it upward.

The pleasant sensation came rushing back with a vengeance. Her composure only lasted for a few seconds; by the fifth movement the first small moan left her body. Eventually her hand settled into a slow but steady rhythm, replacing the waves of pleasure with a more or less steady stream as her legs instinctively spread even further.

That would've been the reward (or punishment, depending on how one looks at it) for anyone entering right now: the nude teenage girl lying on her back with legs spread-eagled, dipping herself in the sea of pleasure. – "Mmmm..." – The other was off to the side somewhere, blindly clawing at any surface it could reach as its owner's distracted mind released control over it. – "Aaahh..." – Her eyes, closed to the world. Her mouth, slightly open releasing shaky breaths and small moans. – "Mmmhh..." – Her breasts, rosy nipples pointing skyward with the stubbornness their owner often demonstrated. – "Ha- aaahh..." – Her hand, fingers splayed out over her pubic mound, her pubic hair peeking out between them as her middle finger danced back and forth, firing nerve impulses her mind could barely bear.

Even the best things come to an end sooner or later. Shinji felt the rush coming, all her muscles tightening in preparation. When it hit her however, she was completely unprepared for its intensity. It felt as if every single cell in her body was supercharged with the full power supply of an Evangelion each, all her senses went numb for a moment. She arched her back, her crotch involuntarily thrusting skyward as her body took control. Her mouth opened wide and released a drawn-out sound somewhere between a moan, a scream and a squeal. The awkward arc of her body shook with pleasure as her crotch thrust up again and again, a single drop of moisture running down from her blazing privates to the small of her back before falling onto the bench.

Finally the girl's body fell back onto the bench, her pointy breasts rapidly rising and falling with unsteady breaths. Strength left her completely; she couldn't move a muscle and just laid there panting as her crotch occasionally jerked from the aftershocks of her first orgasm.

When she could move, she shakily sat up and hugged her knees. – "...well... that was... intense..." – she groaned before she tried whether enough feeling returned into her legs to stand up.

It did.

Looking back at the bench, Shinji noticed a spot of wetness where the small of her back laid and blushed deeply as the full impact of what she just did hit her. It wasn't a well-known fact but even a tomboy can be a prude. She briefly went into the locker room's attached restroom and returned with a tissue she wiped the spot off with before turning to herself. After wiping her thighs and drying her pubic hair, she dried her privates with extra care taken not to brush up against it. She mulled over just throwing the tissue in the thrash bin but ultimately hid it deep into her locker – best not to risk someone finding it as she doubted an adult could mistake the smell for anything innocuous.

With that taken care of, the girl packed her clothes into the locker before pulling out the bulky G-suit she wore while piloting. She was already late but her... ministrations couldn't make her forget Misato's battleplan: while Rei distracts the Angel, sneak up to it with tactical use of Unit-01's RED Field and Phantom VIR systems then hit it point-blank with a Flash Cannon.

That giant diamond thing won't know what hit it.

ADDENDUM: do NOT use the reviews section of this fic to flame each other. I already had to delete three reviews whose writers were calling each other names, criticizing each other's tastes and just plain bickering like children. TAKE THAT SHIT ELSEWHERE, I haven't uploaded this fic to give you verbal sparring ground. Thank you.
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