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Little Red-Haired Girl	By : SRWFan Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 9255 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Little Red-Haired Girl
By SRWFan
Summary: After having a weird accident, Shinji thought that his stressed life had become more complicated. However Asuka showed him that being capable to switch genders was a blessing in disguise. Asuka/Shinji. Gender-bender Shinji.
Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Hot, steamy water welled up freely from the tap and swirled in the sink, muddied with sudsy lather and particles of food. Shinji grimaced, feeling the intense heat of the water scalding his hands as he scrubbed filthy dishes vigorously. However he did not dare to wash dishes with colder water. He did not want to run the risk of... it happening.
Shinji sighed heavily and shook his head, dwelling on past events. His life had become SO complicated in the last weeks.
Nonetheless, he could not focus on his musings due to other presence on the kitchen. He could feel the sheer weight of her stare trapping him, pinning him, squashing him. He could virtually see the oceanic blue of her mischievous, leering eyes gleaming and the huge predatory grin splitting her face as she contemplated him, observed him and studied him. It was the gaze of a predator... about to pounce.
They had just eaten dinner and they were now in the kitchen. He was washing dishes as Asuka stood behind him, leaning against a wall and sipping icy water of a plastic bottle as she observed him. She wore a minuscule white tank top that barely covered her large breasts and tiny shorts that clung tightly to her hips, revealing her long, slender, creamy legs. She stood in a deliberately casual and nonchalant posture, her legs lightly bent and her free hand running through her long, flaming tresses, but he would not be fooled.
No, he guessed what she was thinking. Misato was away working and would return late tonight.
Shuddering in both trepidation and expectation, Shinji finished washing the dishes. He dried his hands with a dish rag, placed the piece of cloth on the rack and turned around.
And he got startled because Asuka was suddenly behind him, right behind him, and raising her arm, she poured the contents of the bottle on his head.
Shinji squealed as he felt his body... shifting. The change always lasted a split-second so he could not tell if the sensation was painful or plainly strange. His body became shorter and curvier and its balance shifted. His hair became longer, glossier and turned dark- red. His pelvis widened, his penis shrunk and his genitals withdrew inside his body. His chest enlarged and became softer, fluffier and fuller, straining the seams of his now too tight shirt.
He had morphed into a red-headed girl.
He cursed inwardly. Since he had found that strange Chinese flask and had been accidentally splashed with the water that it stored, he became a girl when he was splashed with cold water, and he needed hot water to change back into a boy. No one had been capable to find the cause or most importantly a cure so far, but it was other source of troubles and distress that he did not need...
Licking her fleshy, red lips Asuka placed her groping, eager hands on his buttocks and roughly pulled him towards her before kissing him hungrily.
... Although Shinji admitted that his weird situation had several perks.
He kissed back, placing his hands on Asuka's hips. Their kiss intensified as his hands roamed upwards and over her arched, smooth back, and Asuka’s hands clutched his pert, hard rear fervently, massaging the slight swells in circles. Shinji's body and clothes were damp due to his sudden and impromptu involuntary shower, but she hardly cared.
Asuka broke the kiss with a faltering gasp, blowing short gusts of heated breath. A thread of glistening saliva linked their lips. She gazed at her boyfriend, contemplating his wet, unruly, crimson-red hair. How ironic it was that he could become another red-head now, she thought.
"I see you in my bedroom in five minutes," she hissed, licking her lips in lustful anticipation.
He nodded numbly and she spun around and left the room, ensuring of swinging her hips provocatively as she strode.
Shinji felt his throat suddenly dry. Yes, his situation had several perks definitely.
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Five minutes later Shinji opened the door of the bedroom that both now shared secretly and strode in.
Asuka was sitting on her bed on a feignedly idle position. Her left leg dangled from the border of the bed and her right hand was flexed, the foot planted on the mattress. Her right arm’s elbow was propped up on her bent leg’s knee, and her manicured hand combed backwards the long red locks brushing her smooth cheek. Her head was slightly tilted forward, aiming at him a languid, lurid gaze. An alluring, embroidered, black negligee clung loosely to her body, contrasting sharply with her fair skin and her vibrant, bright red hair. The bra pressed together and thrust forward her luscious breasts, and the semi-transparent folds of the gown cascaded lazily down and around her body, spilling among her legs and tantalizingly concealing her gorgeous shape.
Shinji gulped heavily, his wide-open sky-blue eyes focused and fixed nearly obsessively on her, burning with smouldering desire and blazing arousal. His fists clenched and unclenched spasmodically, suggesting Asuka that he yearned for tackling her and pounding on her until knocking her out.
The thought aroused her. A red hue tinged her smooth, creamy cheeks.
"Strip your clothes," she commanded softly.
Shinji blushed, and he obliged her. He slipped his clothes off and they fell silently on the ground, revealing his body under the gleaming light that filled the room. His female body was leaner and less curvaceous than Asuka’s, but still pretty. And he was wearing cotton, snow-white bra and panties.
"I do not understand why I have to wear YOUR underwear," he protested weakly.
Asuka raised one lean, red eyebrow. "Because it turns me on. Do you need another reason?"
"Okay, point taken," he blushed even more profusely.
Asuka raised an arm and beckoned him silently with her hand. Shinji approached to her and knelt on their springy bed, feeling giddy with impatience and lust. A coy smile adorned and lit up her flushed, feminine face.
They flung at each other, hugging and kissing. Their kiss' passion heightened and their groans’ volume grew louder as their hands explored each other's bodies. Shinji leaned further against her, and groping blindly, he pulled her gown upwards and over her chest and unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts from their prison of cloth. Satisfied, he kneaded both mounds of soft flesh as his petite mouth travelled downwards, kissing and licking the neck and cleavage of a moaning Asuka.
Asuka panted in and out slight as she stroked tenderly Shinji's crimson locks. His head was now nestled against her bust and between his breasts. His hands squeezed her mounds roughly and crushed them against his head, and his tongue trailed along the narrow gorge among them, every wanton lick eliciting giggles and moans from her.
"You are obsessed with my breasts, you know that?"
"You are too irresistible," he muttered adoringly. His voice sounded drowsy, inebriated. His eyes were half-closed as he deeply inhaled Asuka's skin's sweet scent and savoured her salty taste. In that position he could listen to the quick, steady, lulling thumping of Asuka’s young and tender heart, beating right under his face.
His right hand aggressively massaged Asuka's left breast as his other hand descended along her red-haired lover's belly and slipped under her soaked, wrinkled panties.
"I..." Asuka trailed off. She shuddered, her cherry lips letting out a moan of sweet agony. "I am glad of you are clear about it," she finished. She unfastened Shinji's bra with a swift flick of her hand, and her deft fingers played with Shinji's rock-hard nipples, pinching them and twisting them.
She panted hoarsely. Shinji's mouth was now circling her right mammary, sucking it ravenously. His tongue danced over her hardened, engorged nipple like a fluttering feather and decorated her areola with glistening saliva. His hand rubbed up and down her yearning labia, pausing to stroke her sensitive clitoris.
Strong, lustful shivers rocked Asuka's body. She decided to reciprocate. One hand groped Shinji's left breast, mauling it aggressively, as her free hand yanked his underwear down, and two slender digits slipped into his slippery, warm vagina, fingering it enthusiastically.
They went on for a while. Their passionate moans and squeals pervaded the still, stuffed atmosphere of the room. Glistening, steamy sweat drenched their female bodies and dribbled on the damp, rumpled bed sheets.
Finally Asuka gently pushed Shinji backwards. Her lover’s mesmerizing blue eyes looked to her questioningly.
"Lie down on your back," she whispered hoarsely as tenderly caressing his cheek.
Shinji obeyed, sprawling on their bed and splaying her slim legs. Asuka positioned herself over Shinji in such a fashion that her crotch hovered inches above Shinji's greedy eyes and her face was contemplating Shinji's abused slit dribbling honey.
Shinji inhaled air deeply, trying to keep in check the flames of lust burning inside him, and slowly tugged downwards Asuka's ebony panties, revealing her gushing vagina, yearning for his touch. It glistened with moisture. His fingers delicately pulled the flesh folds outwards and he started to lick the aroused area, alternating between sliding his tongue over her clitoris and labia and inserting it into her tunnel.
Asuka shook, her eyes rolling upwards in ecstasy. She was drowning in blissful pleasure. She lowered her head and thoroughly licked his vagina’s outer and inner folds before circling his clitoris with her red lips and sucking it as rapidly pumping two digits in and out of his aching, slippery rift.
Both lovers moaned, feeling their passion increasing and their arousal reaching their peak. Before reaching that point, though, Asuka got off Shinji. Ignoring her boyfriend's soft whimpering protests and her own craving throbbing into her chest, Asuka opened a drawer and pulled out a long, thick, two-headed, purple dildo. Shinji blushed.
Asuka climbed onto the bed, propping up her shins on the springy, smooth surface. Knowing what was expected from him, Shinji quietly kneeled in front of her.
"Make sure that it is well lubricated," she instructed. "Remember that it is going into you."
Shinji nodded. His eyes contemplated the fake penis with both apprehension and nausea. However Asuka had already inserted into her mouth an end of the plastic rod and was sucking it ravenously. Repressing his sick wariness Shinji wrapped his lips around the other end and sucked and licked. Very soon the shaft glistened and gleamed with the dense saliva covering it.
Asuka hummed, feeling ready. She positioned the rod among her legs, gripping it with both hands, and rammed it inside her vagina with a swift, strong motion. She screamed, feeling the huge shaft buried inside her to the hilt. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Concerned, Shinji squeezed her left shoulder and wiped out her tears with his forefinger. "Are you fine?" he asked.
Asuka nodded, feeling inwardly touched by his tenderness. "Yes, I am," she reassured him. He was stroking her cheeks and hair with anxious, gentle caresses. She kissed him in gratitude. "Now lie on your back."
Still feeling concerned and wary, Shinji leant back and spread out on the rumpled, soaked bedspread, lying open-legged and face-up. His fingers stretched out the folds of his sensitive, hot, damp slit.
He was offering himself up to her, Asuka thought. Intense emotions –love, lust, possessiveness...- consumed her. Beaming radiantly at Shinji, Asuka straddled him. Slowly she leaned over him, always smirking, and got down on all fours. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the same time that his arms encircled her back and his fingers ran through her rich flaming tresses.
Asuka smiled inwardly and fondly. He loved stroking her red hair.
She kissed him soothingly.
And then she thrust in. Hard.
He whimpered. However his cry was muffled by Asuka's succulent lips. Ignoring the slight pain he wrapped his legs tightly around her thin waist.
“Did it hurt a lot?” Asuka asked, concerned.
He shook his head. “It’s nothing,” he answered.
Although it was far from their first time, the feeling of having his bowels invaded and stretched out by something foreign and hard was still alien and a bit painful. Less painful than when she had deflowered him, so that he figured out that the body got used to it. But he still wondered…
“It still hurts you when my penis goes inside you?”
He still wondered if he hurt her a lot when he deflowered her (after all they were only two teens who had no idea of what they were doing. And he remembered her cries) and if he still hurt her when his penis pierced her vagina.
She swiftly looked away. “It’s nothing…” She muttered… ironically echoing him.
“No, it is not “nothing”!” Shinji protested. “I want to make you feel good, not hurt-”
She cut him off with a kiss. “You are worried about being a good boyfriend,” she guessed. “The fact that you want and try to be good and that you are worried about this instead of shrugging it off and thinking that it is my trouble makes you good in my eyes. We will talk about this later and find a solution. But now let’s enjoy. Right?”
Shinji nodded.
Shinji and Asuka basked and revelled for a while in the feeling of closeness, in the heat that enshrouded them, exuded by them, in the feeling of their entangled bodies touching and caressing each other.
Asuka started to ram Shinji's channel in and out. Her nubile, sweat-drenched body crashed down onto him over and over again, sinking the fake phallus deeply into both slippery, oozing slits. Their lips were locked in an intense battle, interrupting it only to refill their lungs before kissing again. Shinji's hands tenderly caressed Asuka's cheeks tirelessly, while Asuka's stroked his sore, taut back. All of sudden her nails scratched his back mercilessly.
"My poor back!” he moaned.
Asuka just grinned viciously. "I am marking my territory!" She explained, as she bounced over him relentlessly. He grunted in mocking anger. In apology she leaned slightly forward to squash her ample bosom against his face. Shinji instantly cupped her tender breasts and squeezed them as he sucked her engorged nipples. Meanwhile he rocked his hips in synchronization with hers, bucking upwards every time that she bounced down to meet her thrusts.
Finally they climaxed, shouting ear-deafeningly yells as streams of viscous juice welled from their suffering slits and splattered their pelvises. Asuka screamed and screamed as she rode Shinji until she finally collapsed onto him, her long mane of hair spreading over them like a quilt woven with orange flames.
Shinji inhaled and exhaled oxygen with laborious, ragged breaths, his lean arms squeezing her luscious red-headed lover as her own breath quietened. Both lied entangled for a while as the passion overwhelming them worn off.
Slowly Asuka's body shifted and she moved away Shinji. Shinji missed her engulfing warmth instantly. At the same time he felt the plastic rod that had joined them slipping out his dilated flesh channel. He hated the feeling.
He rebelled against it with his whole being. He was not satisfied! He still wanted her above him, around him, inside him! He needed her!
He rolled around, propped up his hands, forearms and shins against the soft mattress and lifted his rounded butt. "Asuka, please..."
Asuka frowned deeply. "Are you sure?" she asked, feeling a bit unsure.
Shinji shook his head. "Please... I need you. I need you inside me. Please, Asuka. Please." he pleaded miserably.
Asuka regarded him for a moment. She did not mind being a bit rough, but he still got hurt when she penetrated him. And now he wanted anal sex? What if she hurt him seriously and he bled?
He trusts me, she thought.
Her aqua eyes glittered with moisture.
"Well," she stated, feeling deeply touched.
She got on all fours and groped Shinji's pert buttocks with both hands. "I trust that you have washed yourself properly?" She quipped to mask her nervousness.
Shinji nodded. She parted his butt cheeks, fondling their curvy, supple surface viciously, and licked Shinji's rift and the hole between them. Shinji moaned. Then she inserted her right forefinger into her mouth, coating it in lustrous saliva, and slipped it into Shinji's anus, rubbing the rim carefully in order to lubricate it. Shinji moaned louder, feeling her long digit squirming and wriggling like a worm inside him.
Feeling satisfied with her work, Asuka kneeled. She held Shinji's waist with both hands and slowly, very slowly, inserted the long, fluid-coated dildo into Shinji's channel. Her lover whimpered.
Then she started to rock her hips. Shinji yelled and shouted, feeling her thighs slamming and banging on his calves and the plastic dildo drilling in him. It hurt. And still he felt incredibly aroused. Asuka leaned over, pressing her body against his, squashing her large breasts against his sore back, and hugged him from behind. Her skilful hands massaged his perky breasts as she bore in him over and again. Shaking in delightful torture, Shinji tilted his head and kissed her. Meanwhile his right hand started to fervently rub and stimulate his aching clitoris.
With a final shout, Shinji reached his peak and collapsed on their bed. Asuka continued pounding his behind until she also exploded, drenching Shinji's buttocks with her juices. Globs of white substance soaked Shinji’s buttocks and trickled down his legs, dribbling on the stained, filthy sheets.
She fell forward, slumping on him. Numbly her weak, shaky hands clutched his shoulders and her lips kissed his strained neck.
For a long while they remained quiet and motionless, enjoying each other’s sweet company.
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"Hey, Shinji."
"Mm?" He muttered.
Slick, dense, peaceful shadows bathed the lightless room, spreading around the hugging couple that lay next to each other on the bed. All was silent except for the steady sound of their slow breathing. Worn off the blistering passion that had clouded their minds as a powerful narcotic, they rested together quietly. A light, soft sheet covered their bodies even though they were still burning hot.
"You would still love me if I was a boy?" she whispered questioningly all of sudden. She tried to mask the quivering of his voice, but Shinji detected it.
He could guess what had brought about that sudden question. Since his... accident she had made love to both his male and female shape constantly. She had proved that she would love him not matter what, although he looked completely different or he was fit with the genitalia set of a gender that she felt no attraction towards. Surely she needed to know that his commitment was equal to hers.
Everybody thought that she was prideful and self-assured. He knew better. She was so insecure and apprehensive...
He sighed deeply, and the gusts of his warmth breath brushed her crown and ruffled the silky scarlet strands covering it. She leaned further against him, burying her face on the hollow of his neck. Her steamy breath felt ticklish over his skin.
"Do you remember what I told you when we got together?"
She frowned. "Of course I do. You promised that you would be mine and only mine now, always and forever. It is the kind of stuff that I will never ever forget."
He nodded. "Yes. We are now young but in the future your hair will turn grey... your skin will get wrinkly... you will get crown's feet around your eyes... your breasts will sag-"
"Get to the point already!" Asuka cut him off angrily.
"My point is," Shinji replied, endeavouring –not very successfully- to hold back a chuckle, "that you... are real beautiful... But that is not why I fell for you. I love you for yourself, not for your body. If I was only attracted to your looks then I would be unable to fulfil my promise. What I try to tell is that I love you not matter how you look. So yes, I would love you even if you were a boy."
Shinji combed his hand through his reddish hair and scratched his head in nervousness, dwelling on his words and wincing. Had he really said something so corny?
Asuka did not seem mind, though. She pressed herself more closely against him, rubbing and grinding her terrific body against his.
All of sudden, she giggled. "I guess that nobody can call you Charlie Brown now."
Shinji blinked, perplexed. "Who?"
Asuka scoffed, and Shinji just knew that she was looking at the ceiling in annoyance. "Charlie Brown was the main character of Peanuts, an American newspaper comic strip. He was a pushover, unlucky little kid that never could have a break. He never won anything, and nothing that he tried turned out right. He always lost. Still he always tried over and over again and he never gave up."
"Sounds familiar," Shinji said dryly. "Except for the "never giving up" part."
"He also had a crush on a little red-haired girl."
"It definitely sounds familiar," Shinji murmured grumpily.
"No, it is not." Asuka shook her head vehemently and looked straight to him with her lively aqua eyes. "Charlie Brown never got his little red-haired girl. But you have got yours."
Shinji's arms hugged her tenderly and possessively.
"And I guess," Asuka smirked "that I have got mine, too. Even if she is really a little black-haired boy."
Both teens giggled mirthfully, and their peals of carefree laughter faded in the darkness.
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The End
The title is obviously a reference to Peanuts, created by Charles M. Schulz. Shinji becoming a girl when he gets doused with cold water is a reference to Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko Takahashi (so that I guess that this is kind of a crossover).
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