Sexy Beast! [A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fanfiction]

Boss Tigger here, after lurking for a few weeks in the shadows I've decided to finally post my work Sexy Beast! here on FP. Since I've already posted it on AFF, it'd be pointless to simply repost it, so I'm adding some more to what I have here that you can't find there. In short, an improved version that will eventually find its way to AFF. From here on out, this is the home of all my extremely perverted works. :D

Warning: Futa on Male. In fact, this story is pretty much Futa on anything she likes (though Futa on Male takes precedent)

Sexy Beast

Lying in his bed, Shinji Ikari turned onto his side and then on his stomach as he struggled fitfully with sleep. Another nightmare had dragged him from his stream of unconsciousness and now slumber seemed a far off prospect, mocking him every time he closed his eyes and causing him to toss about again. He could find no comfortable position, try as he may, and those he could were only temporary breaks from his restlessness.

Finally the troubled boy decided he could take no more, and slipped from bed. School was tomorrow, and he didn’t want to wind up sleeping through class and getting in trouble with the class representative. Hopefully Misato had something, like some sleeping medicine or maybe had some kind of secret technique to help him relax. Or, maybe she’d let him sleep in her room.

That last thought caused him to blush. For all of his dour personality and unassuming presence, he was still a teenage boy, and he still had those kinds of thoughts, but his depression and low self-esteem tempered them well. Quickly he dismissed the possibility, he wasn’t worthy of such a thing, or even the mere fantasy. To be cuddled against such a curvy, warm body were sensations beyond the scope of what his mind could create, much less the more carnal experiences. Outside the door to Misato’s room, Shinji let his thoughts wind down to a dull roar and took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock.

“Ungh!”

The deep grunt gave him pause, and those that followed caused him to recoil a bit in shock. Wide-eyed and blinking, he stared at the door as he heard what sounded like Misato as though she was in some sort of agony. He trembled as her sounds grew louder, and more pained through the door, interspersed with her heavy breathing and sharp gasps. His fear growing quickly, it finally reached a crescendo when she heard her form words amidst her cacophony.

“Shinji…!”

Fear triggered instinct and Shinji lunged forward, all but ripping the door off the track as he slid it open to come to Misato’s aid. His daring entry into the lit bedroom stopped two paces past the threshold as the sight that greeted him shut down a good two thirds of his brain and caused his mouth to fall open.

A completely naked Misato Katsuragi sat atop of the covers of her bedroll, glistening with sweat, hair tousled, back arched, and her hand between her legs furiously stroking what had to be at least