Ritsuko's Device by David Eddy (dje@progress.com) This story uses characters and general back-story from Neon Genesis Evangelion by Hideaki Anno, copyrighted by Gainax. This is a not-for-profit fan work written solely for enjoyment. This story is ¸ Copyright 1999 by David Eddy. Warning: This is a lemon. In other words, this story features explicit descriptions of sexual activity. If you are underage or do not like this kind of story, you should cease reading now. Note: This story is set in the general region of Tokyo, Japan, and the characters act according to the mores and laws of that place. Somewhere in the vastness of the pyramid that was Central Dogma, in one of a thousand ordinary rooms, a most ordinary meeting was taking place. Blonde-haired Dr. Akagi Ritsuko, her ever-present white lab coat today covering a blue top and black skirt, stood opposite the dark-haired, uniform-wearing Katsuragi Misato. Ritsuko's posture was upright but somehow defensive as Misato leaned forward, fists clenched as a vein stood out on her temple. "You've *got* to be *kidding*!" Misato yelled. "You want to *what*?!!" The subject matter, it seems, was *not* ordinary. "It's a perfectly reasonable thing to do," said Ritsuko in her best 'scientist' voice as she unconsciously tried to hide behind the clipboard she held in both hands. "My simulations show that we can achieve a five percent increase in sync ratio using--" "Are you *nuts*?!! Have you got any *idea* what Asuka'll say to this?!" Ritsuko's mouth firmed into a thin line and she dropped the clipboard to her side. "It doesn't matter," she said with finality. "It's been authorised by Commander Ikari. Besides, she needs a confidence boost to arrest the slide in her sync rates. Once she starts going up again, she'll gain confidence and keep going back up to her old level. This is just the thing to make the difference." Ritsuko's voice gained strength towards the end, while Misato crossed her arms and bowed her head a little, thinking. "I guess you're right," she said at last. "But isn't there some other way? I mean, you don't have to *live* with that girl, and she's going to be absolutely impossible, thanks to this." Ritsuko shook her head. "Sorry." "Well, if you insist. Poor Shinji." She turned as if to go. "Wait!" whiplashed Ritsuko's voice. "Where are you going? I need you here to supervise her through the procedure." Misato turned back angrily but quickly decided it wasn't worth the effort. Instead, she let out her breath in a deep sigh and sank into one of the chairs that lined the room's walls to wait. This was going to be *bad*. * * * "You're going to *WHAT*?!! You've *GOT* to be *KIDDING*!!! Misato, you *wouldn't* let them do *that* to me!" Misato looked up from her extended sulk in the same chair she had sunk into earlier. She smiled internally at the words Asuka had chosen, so similar to her own but so *expressively* delivered. She fixed the red-haired German girl with her gaze. "Asuka, I objected too. Not that it got me anywhere. You're going to have to accept it." "Why can't Wonder Girl do it?! She'll do *anything*!" "I'm afraid that's not an option," said Ritsuko sternly. "You're the only one." "No! I won't! It's too embarrassing!" "Command Ikari has ordered it," Ritsuko said with finality. "Besides, our simulations show that the increased neural interface bandwidth will lead to an improvement in your sync ratio of at least five percent, possibly more as you get used to the new operating mode. I thought you'd *jump* at the chance to do something that offered the chance of possibly exceeding your previous highest mark." Asuka wrinkled up her face in disgust. "But it's just so..." Misato watched Asuka as the girl wrestled with the proposal. She knew that the girl would eventually agree, despite the body-consciousness that played such a large part in her psyche. She still hadn't lost that despite having lived in Japan for over six months now. Asuka's body was her temple, inviolable and pure, the righteous container for her soul and intellect, and like any fifteen-year-old girl she was taking this hard. Not that she could blame her, of course, Misato thought to herself. She would have a hard enough time coping with what was being proposed if she were in Asuka's shoes, and *she* was an adult. But as expected, the combination of carrot and stick brought Asuka around, and more quickly than Misato thought it might. After only a minute of frowning, thoughtful silence, Asuka faced Ritsuko again and said, "Okay, I'll do it. Anything to get back at Mr. Number One," she finished acidly, referring to Shinji. * * * Asuka was ushered into an examining room attached to the waiting room the three had been in before. She looked around as she entered, noting the peculiarly abbreviated bed in the middle of the room with its odd fittings and the trolley with a covered tray upon it. To one side, a free-standing screen cut off one corner of the room. "Have you ever had a pelvic exam?" asked Ritsuko, noting Asuka's expression of vague surprise mixed with disquiet. "No," she said quietly as she stared at the stirrups at the end of the examining table. "Well, it's nothing to be afraid of," said Ristuko gently. "All women have them; it's part of *being* a woman. You would have needed one fairly soon anyway." "If you say so..." Asuka emerged from behind the screen wearing only the smock-like examining gown. "Now what?" she asked. Ritsuko patted the end of the examining table, between the stirrups. "Sit up here and lie back." With a brief glance at Misato who stood like a statue against one wall, arms crossed and chin tucked down between the lapels of her uniform jacket, Asuka hesitantly hopped up onto the end of the table and lay back as instructed. Ritsuko took one leg and put it into the stirrup, then the other. Asuka looked down her body as Ritsuko placed her second foot in its stirrup. Her legs were drawn up and widely splayed, and she could feel her lower lips parting a little from the position she was in. She blushed as she looked again at Misato, whom she was glad to see had apparently not moved, still staring stone-faced at the opposite wall. Meanwhile, Misato tried not to blush as it became *quite* apparent that Asuka was a natural redhead. Satisfied at last that Asuka was in the proper position, Ritsuko drew off the cover from the tray of instruments and pulled the trolley into position. Drawing a stool over to between Asuka's legs with one foot, she paused as she considered the row of speculae, her hand hovering over the smallest. "Asuka..." she began, then closed her mouth. She was going to ask if she had ever had sex, a normal question for a girl's first exam, but decided that would only put her off-side. Better to assume that she hadn't and take it from there. In fact, she knew for certain that she couldn't have unless her German guardians had been a lot less thorough than they had reported, something she doubted, and her reactions to Shinji meant that there had almost certainly been no opportunity - or rather, inclination - for something to happen there, either. "What?" asked Asuka. She found herself relaxed, something that surprised her. With her legs up and her privates exposed to the maximum and old lady Ritsuko staring at her, she had expected to at least be embarrassed. But Ritsuko's no-nonsense attitude, oddly, put her at her ease. "Um... are you comfortable?" Finally selecting the smallest speculum, she took it over to a sink and ran warm water over it. "Ahh... yeah, I guess so." "Good." Satisfied that the instrument was at the proper temperature for comfort, Ritsuko shut off the water and sat between Asuka's legs. Quickly she smeared the speculum with KY jelly and turned her attention to the work site. A light dusting of reddish hairs promised greater things to come, Ritsuko noted as she quickly ran her eye over the girl's exposed mons and labia. She was glad to see that everything appeared to be grossly normal, although an internal examination would be the final determinant of *that*. Deftly Ritsuko snapped on a latex glove and used the gloved hand to part the outer lips of Asuka's pussy. Briefly following the outer lips, the thin inner lips eventually freed themselves from their cousins and stood proud, not flushed with excitement but simply standing free, themselves parted a little to reveal, once again, normal anatomy. Taking the lubricated speculum, Ritsuko pulled Asuka apart more fully with her gloved hand and inserted the duck-billed instrument into her vagina a short way. A gasp greeted the penetration, which she ignored, and briefly she squeezed on the speculum's handle, parting the instrument's tongs so she could see up Asuka's tunnel as she checked for the presence of a hymen. There was none, something which made what was to follow a little easier, but even so Ritsuko noted that the use of the narrowest speculum, the 'virgin's special,' was appropriate in this case - there was very little room to move in there. Letting the speculum come back together, she gently she pushed it deeper, ignoring the sound effects the action generated. Completing her exam, smiling enigmatically, Ritsuko put the used speculum to one side and picked up something that was smooth and vaguely cylindrical and a little curved. About five inches long and a little less than an inch in diameter, it was white and covered for most of its length with slight protrusions. A small, flexible flange of variable width stood out from the flat base as though to help support the thing upright on a table. It looked for all the world, Ritsuko decided, like a robotic penis, if a little small for such a description. She held back a smile as she reflected that there was a very good reason *why* it looked like that. "What's that?" asked Asuka. "It's a simulation body," replied Ritsuko. "Lie still; this might feel a little odd." After a quick lube, Ritsuko gently inserted the 'simulator' into Asuka's vagina. Making sure it was fully inserted and properly oriented, she applied a couple of dabs of surgical cement to the flaps at the unit's base, sticking it to Asuka's outer lips to make sure it wasn't going to move or come out. The control unit, a small square-ish thing with rounded corners about an inch on a side that depended from the main section by a short piece of flexible, flat cable, she stuck to the top of Asuka's left-hand inner thigh. She helped Asuka take down her legs. "You can get up now." "But that *thing* is still in me!" "It's meant to be. As I said, it's a simulation body. We want to be sure that your fighting ability isn't going to be compromised by any discomfort, and we've got to find out what the proper configuration of the neural interface is, so you're going to wear this for the next twenty-four hours. It's going to run a series of calibrations and tests at random intervals, though you shouldn't experience any difficulty from them. You can only take it out if it becomes too uncomfortable to bear, and that will mean that we'll have to revise our design, maybe even cancel the whole project... in which case you can kiss that extra sync ratio goodbye. "Anyway, as I said, you shouldn't have any problems. I've used some surgical cement to make sure it doesn't come out, but if you need to get it out just give it a swift tug and that'll break the glue. If you have to do that don't worry, it's designed to give easily and won't hurt much. Okay?" "How'm I gonna *piss* with that thing in me?!" Ritsuko shared a glance with Misato, who now coloured gently. "That's not a problem... is it, Misato?" Asuka sat up a little, surprised. "Eh?" Misato coloured further, her cheeks now a deep pink. "no," she said almost inaudibly. "Misato?" asked Asuka incredulously. She sat up fully, then winced. "Uh, that feels odd." Ritsuko turned back from Misato, a touch of concern in her voice. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Asuka shook her head quickly. "No, no, it's... just... odd." Ritsuko gave a ghost of a smile, her eyes twinkling in rare humour. "You'll get used to it. Won't she, Misato?" Misato blushed yet again, and her eyes briefly looked hunted before settling, deadly, on her old college friend. "Ah... right. Whatever you say... Ritsu-chan." Asuka watched the interplay between the two as something without words passed between them. Unable to understand, her always-short patience quickly ran out. "Can I get dressed now?" she asked. For a long moment the two women continued their face- off, Misato blushing and Ritsuko smiling her half-smile, before Misato broke the tableau. "Get dressed, Asuka, and we'll go home. Shinji's cooking tonight and I don't want to be late." * * * Asuka flinched as she sat fully into the cool, black leather of the passenger seat of Misato's Z-car. She briefly held her ass off the seat before gently letting herself down again. Misato dumped herself carelessly into the driver's seat and slammed the door. She looked across at Asuka. "You okay?" The redhead hesitated, then nodded. "It just feels strange," she said. Misato snorted, started the car, and gunned it for the exit. "You'll get used to it," she said over the low roar of the car's passage as they broke out from Central Dogma into the 'sunlight' of the geofront. Asuka squirmed in her seat as the simulator body seemed to move within her. A subtle stimulation made her groin and breasts tingle and brought her breath more quickly. After a moment she relaxed again. "How do you know, Misato?" asked Asuka as they parked on a car carrier that would take them to the surface -- driving directly was not possible because the passageway was too steep for safe descent. "Don't tell me *you've* done something like this?!" Misato did not answer immediately, but instead continued to rest her chin on the heel of her hand as she looked out her window at the now-descending scenery. At her non-response, Asuka's eyes opened wide and she said, "Man, you Japanese, you're *all* perverts." Stung, Misato brought her hand down on the door with a thump and turned towards Asuka. "It was a *dare*, okay?! Kaji-kun dared me!" Silence reigned as Asuka stared at Misato in amazement. Outside, the world was plunged briefly into darkness as they passed one of the railway's massive supports before, now past, light once again flooded the cabin of the car. "Kaji-san?" asked Asuka weakly. "He...?" Misato smirked at Asuka's reaction. "Yes, Kaji. I don't know why I did it, but we'd just woken up and made love, and he dared me to do it. He even put it in me, and he used tape to attach the battery pack to my leg. Then he turned it on, just on 'low' fortunately, and made me agree not to turn it off for anything." She smirked in memory. "It's about the only time Kaji was keen to have me *put on* panties." Asuka's face burned red, but she couldn't stop herself from asking. "Why?" "To stop it coming out, of course. Why else?" The red of Asuka's face deepened further still. Misato noticed and giggled quietly to herself. Silence was the car's third passenger as they plunged into the dark tunnel that was the final part of the journey towards the surface. * * * Smells of dinner greeted Asuka and Misato as they stepped into the apartment they called home. "I'm back!" called Misato and Asuka as the door closed. Misato continued, "Smells good, Shinji-kun." Shoes off, Misato strode into the kitchen to grab a beer, Asuka following. Shinji stood at the stove, stirring something in a pot. He looked up as the two entered. "Welcome home," he said with a small smile. Misato grabbed her beer and knocked it back in one draught. "Weeheee!" she yelled as she finished. "Life doesn't get any better than this!" Asuka stepped around the end of the kitchen table to get to a seat. She didn't say a word, but something about her grabbed Shinji's attention as she passed him. He watched her as she sat gingerly. She seemed a little flushed, and to his surprise he saw twin points in her shirt. Her nipples, he realised, and he was unable to tear his eyes from the sight. "When's dinner, Shin-chan?" asked Misato with a seductive lilt in her voice. Shinji tore his eyes away from Asuka to see Misato smiling at him challengingly, her eyes twinkling with some message that he was utterly unable to interpret. He noticed her flick her eyes to Asuka, whose attention was elsewhere for the moment, and he blushed at having been caught in an indiscretion. But there was something about Asuka that drew his eyes to her tonight... "Shin-chan? Dinner?" Shinji turned away from his co-pilot and back to the stove. "Err, sorry, umm, it'll be just a few minutes, Misato-san." True to his word, three minutes later Shinji put bowls in front of each place and sat down. Misato leaned down to inhale the delicious aromas rising from the hot food, sniffing loudly. "Mmm, smells lovely. Well, itadakimaaaaas'!" Asuka seemed to return her awareness to the outside world at that, and echoed Shinji as he said, "Itadakimas'," before beginning to eat. She sipped her soup and took some of the donburi that Shinji had made, smiling at the flavour. "It's nice, Shinji-kun," she said with a weak smile. Shinji looked up in surprise at Asuka's compliment. That surprise deepened as he saw her give him a small smile. "Thank you, it's nothing," he said automatically as she returned to her food. So it was another surprise to Shinji when, halfway through her meal, Asuka put down her chopsticks with a click and pushed back her seat. "Gochisou-sama desh'ta," she said as she left the kitchen in the direction of her bedroom. * * * Sliding her door closed with a sigh, Asuka leaned back against it and closed her eyes. Curse that rotten device! She had no idea what it was doing to her, but it was doing *something*, and now it had become almost unbearable. A burst of warmth came from her loins, echoed by a tingling in her breasts, and her breath caught briefly. It was all she could do not to tear off her pants and rip the thing from within her, sync ratio or no sync ratio. Another burst of stimulation made her arch her back for a long moment, then relax. Feeling her knees weak, Asuka stumbled across the room to her bed and flopped down upon it. Her loose tee-shirt twisted about her torso from her landing, rubbing the cloth along her braless breasts causing her yet more stimulation. Her breasts. Asuka lifted the collar of her shirt, peering down at herself. She saw that her nipples were firmly erect, the areolae crinkled... but she wasn't cold. If anything, she was hot. Why were they erect, she asked herself? Curious, she moved to gently poke one even as the obvious answer finally came to her. Realisation crashed in on her at the same time as a burst of sensation from her touch. "Unnnh!... Dummkopf!" Arousal. She was aroused. Asuka was not the typical high-school girl; she had graduated from college and the voracious hunger for book-learning that went with such an achievement at such an early age both meant that she had read widely. She had read about this, knew all the physiological processes, all the words... but she had had no idea at all of how it *felt*. Now that she knew what was happening, a flood of information was available to her. Pages from her reading flicked before her mind's eye, diagrams, and she could now visualise what was happening. But with that knowledge and her earlier realisation came curiosity. Briefly Asuka wrestled with herself, but there was really no decision to make. Asuka had always made her own rules, all geniuses did as a matter of course, and now was no exception. She did not hesitate. Quickly she got up and adjusted the mirror on her dresser so that it pointed at her bed. She then stripped off her clothes and lay back on her bed. The simulation body chose that moment to administer another burst of whatever it was it did, and a detached part of Asuka, now knowing what it was, watched herself in fascination even as her main self marvelled at the feeling as the thing seemed to move within her, causing her to gasp and writhe briefly on her bed. Her breath came more quickly, and she propped up her head using her pillows before gently cupping her breasts. The sensation was delicious, and gently she stroked them with her fingertips, cataloguing the range and depth of the feelings generated as she experimented with her tits. She had been proud of their size and shape before, as was any teenage girl, but now her appreciation of them gained new depth and character as she found sensitive areas in unexpected places: The nipples, yes, but also at the base of her breasts where they joined the chest, and there was a spot just *there* that.... oooh.... She glanced in the mirror as she played with her breasts, concentrating on the most sensitive spots. She saw herself with her hands at her tits, alternately tweaking her own nipples and making cupping motions as her chest rose and fell with excitement. "Mmmm..." The detached part of Asuka, the super-ego if you will, knew that there was yet more to go. Still watching herself in the mirror, she snaked one hand down to the juncture of her thighs, feeling surprise on one level and acknowledgment of the expected on another level as she noted that she was wet. The hard intrusion of the 'simulation body' made it difficult, but running her hand over and around it, she found that her vulva was awash with a viscous fluid both slippery and a little sticky... a sure sign of her excitement, part of her mind told her. Asuka gasped as she ran her hand over the top of her cunt, the juncture of her inner lips, to find that unlike usual, a nubbin of flesh stood proud. A burst of sensation that accompanied her discovery, so strong it was both pleasure and pain, told her that this was her clit, aroused, and that she had best be gentle with it. Now breathing heavily, Asuka mewed a little as she ran her fingers over her exposed flesh. Tension built within her as her hips began to switch automatically. Intensifying her efforts, she knew orgasm approached and she reached for it, grasping eagerly, drawing her legs up as she once again applied direct stimulation to her clitoris. "Unng, unnh, unnh," sounds came unnoticed from her throat as she frantically split her attention between watching herself in the throes of passion in her mirror, and the frenzied stroking and massaging of her busy fingers as they brought her to... to... to... "Annnnnnngh! Annnngh! Ahhhnnnngh!" Orgasm. The Big O. Asuka forgot everything except the motion of her fingers as the white heat of orgasm crashed down upon her like a breaker thundering into shore. Time extended glassily and she felt herself twitch involuntarily, her fingers pressing down in sympathy with some rhythm that only she knew, stretching the moment out into the infinite vastness of... With a huge gasp, Asuka released the breath she had held at the last as her muscles relaxed. Her fingers continued to massage her mound, sending tingles of renewed - continued? - excitement through her. 'Why not?' asked her super-ego, and she continued her fingering, now alternating with a had on one breast, building the tension once again. * * * Shinji chased the last grains of rice from his bowl and lifted his soup to drain that bowl as well. Misato relaxed opposite him with a beer, her expression happy and somehow reminiscent, as though she was privately reliving some pleasant event in her past. Gathering the dishes, Shinji glanced at Asuka's half- eaten dinner and then in the direction of her bedroom. "Do you think Asuka's all right?" he asked, concerned. "Is she sick?" Misato came out of her reverie with an almost imperceptible jerk. "Eh? Why?" "Well, she didn't finish her dinner, and..." He broke off as he heard a low moan from the direction of the bedrooms. He put down the bowls determinedly and stepped towards the doorway. "She's not well." Quickly Misato jumped up and blocked Shinji's exit. "She's fine, Shinji. Don't worry about her." "But, I heard..." Misato sighed. "Don't worry about it, Shinji. It's a girl thing she's going through. It's nothing you can help with." She smirked to herself as she realised that Shinji indeed could help Asuka, though not in the manner he no doubt intended at the moment. "Oh. Okay then, if you say so." Shinji turned back to the table, and quickly stored Asuka's leftovers before turning back to the sink and commencing the clean-up in earnest. He twitched as another moan came down the passage. "I hope she's all right," he muttered to himself. Behind him, Misato just smirked. * * * In his bedroom, lying on his bed, Shinji tried not to listen to the noises leaking through the wall from Asuka's room. His tape player lay ignored, unused despite the surcease that it offered. He wondered what on earth could be happening. Shinji had eventually decided that the noises Asuka was making were not pain or discomfort, but something more... joyous. He was utterly mystified, though he couldn't keep the way Asuka had looked this evening out of his head. The sound of movement came from next door, and then Asuka's door opened and closed. A moment later, the shower started. 'Maybe I'll get some sleep now,' Shinji told himself. * * * Asuka looked at her wrinkled fingers as she stood under the shower, hot water cascading off her back and ass. With a smile she turned around, lifting her chin to keep the hot water from her face and let it flow down her chest and torso, enjoying the delicate massage the drumming of the shower gave her breasts and especially her nipples, now feeling a little delicate after all the attention she had given them. Soaping herself down, she was relieved to discover that she got no sexual excitement from merely washing. For a while there, when every touch no matter how incidental had led her off down a road of sexual excitement and eventual orgasm, she had wondered if she would ever be normal again. The night was warm, and she did not linger in the shower. Pulling her towel from where it hung, she dried herself, starting at her head and working down... a logical sequence she had worked out years ago, which prevented areas already dried from being wet again by drips falling from higher regions. When she ran the towel over her left thigh, however, she got a surprise. When she touched the little white box Ritsuko had stuck there earlier that day, the 'control box' she had called it, the simulation body seemed to writhe within her. Asuka gasped at the feeling. Almost automatically she touched the control unit again, and again the unit seemed to writhe within her, only now it seemed to be warm... no, hot. Not uncomfortable, but something about its heat made her want to... "No, Askua, don't be a pervert!" she told herself sternly. But the simulation body - no, she corrected herself, dildo - the dildo stayed warm and after a longish delay moved on its own. It was stimulating her G-spot, Asuka realised, gasping as another movement combined with some kind of stimulation came. She rapidly dried herself and returned to her bedroom, nude but uncaring, to flop once again on her bed. A part of her *knew* that she would have to bring herself to orgasm to get that rotten thing stuck inside her to shut up for a while, so she put one hand to her clit while the other lay on the white control unit. 'Oh, God, how can it be *better*?' Asuka asked herself as the high-tech dildo began to writhe within her, its warmth and the slight motion somehow making it feel *alive*. Soon she was gasping, careless of the noise she was making, consumed by the sensations she was feeling. Higher and higher she rose, riding the now- familiar rising wave of orgasm, her busy fingers beating a tattoo on her inner lips and the flesh surrounding her clit as that damnable *thing* writhed and sparked a heat deep within her, oh god, so good, I'm going, I'm going, so good, so.... Back arched, Asuka orgasmed for the fourth time that night with a long drawn-out moan. Tiredly she smiled, wiped her fingers on the sheets, and greeted sleep as, all unbidden, it rose to meet her. * * * ...more to come...