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Unit-01 will be refitted with new binding armor tomorrow morning, and must be tested for range of movement. The Third and First Children are not available, so we are turning to you as a last resort.
You are not a child, or one of the tested pilots, so the unit may struggle while you attempt to sync. Remain calm; we have sedated it. The most it will be able to do is weakly fight against your movements.
Thank you for your cooperation.
- Dr. Akagi.
You sigh as you re-read your superior's note. Instead of being at home, asleep in bed, you're in a NERV test chamber doing last-minute dirty work for a living weapon. Why they were unable to get the the Third or the First Child to do this is information above your paygrade.
You stare up at the unit as you shed your uniform jacket and pants, neatly folding and placing them at the end of the catwalk, near the entryway. You pick up your calibration notes and begin to walk to to the entry plug.
Despite being armor-free from the neck down (for the most part: it seems as though armored parts of its back, shoulders, and sides are embedded fully into its skin), which makes it noticeably thinner, it is still impossibly large.
Its arms lie limp at its sides, its head down. You notice a large swath of fabric is wrapped around its lower half. Is it for protection purposes or for chastity, you wonder, attempting to tear your gaze away from the unit's wiry body. It's not attractive in a classical sense, but you still can't help focusing on the curve of its bare, muscular stomach, scarred and pockmarked by years of armor, its bare, dark-nippled breasts, indented with metal cylinders, or its angular hips... You push the thoughts away as you climb the steps up near the nape of the cyborg's neck. You have a job to do.
You close your eyes and cough as the LCL enters your lungs, but soon enough you're accustomed to the clean-blood smell of the entry plug. You were submerged in the substance and learned about the basic controls of a plug while part of a pilot training course (in case of emergencies), but the real thing is much different.
You take a deep breath and open your eyes to see... the test chamber, from a very high angle.
You feel as though you're in many places at once; inside yourself and outside yourself, cold air hits your bare skin, you're warm and soaked in LCL, you're partially clothed, you're uncomfortably weak and naked--
Get yourself together, and get to work, you tell yourself.
NOTES:
Both arms: check. Full mobility, nothing to note.
Legs: check. Full mobility.
Wrists, ankles: check. Full mobility.
Torso and hips: check.
Neck: Check, although stiff.
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
N/A. Unit is fully mobile and ready to be refitted.
You're surprised at how well that went. The unit did not resist, and the actual piloting was easier than you thought. Time to go the home and try to forget all about your out-of-body experience; how did the Children deal with this? You initiate the eject sequence.
The entry plug hums loudly and shudders to a halt.
You curse, loudly. Looks like you're spending the night here. You can wait for Akagi when she gets here in the morning, she'll understand what happened; it must have rejected you after all. You can still see out of the unit's eyes, though; it hasn't disconnected, which is a little odd.
You try moving the unit's left arm, and it works. Maybe you can manually disconnect the plug?
As you attempt to move your(Unit-01's) hand back to reach the set of tubes and wires connecting the entry plug to its body, you feel something pulling in the opposite direction, like a strong current or ropes tying you down.
It is, unequivocally, resisting. You put the arm back down quickly, and gain full control once again.
It gave you back control. Does it... want something from you?
You look down at your own hands, which are a little sweaty, resting on the controllers, and take a breath.
"What do you want from me? Why won't you let me go?" you speak, loudly, into the plug.
Silence.
...And then, a deep, rumbling hum, from somewhere deep within the cyborg. It is quiet, but present.
"...That doesn't answer my questions," you reply. It may be time to try some things out on your own.
You test the area it will allow you to move, moving its arms back and forth until you find resistance on either side, and realize it is now granting you a very specific pocket around its own body; from its torso to its legs, and everything in between.
The warm hum grows louder as you hover its palms above its toned stomach, and you find yourself losing control as it lightly touches its own hip. You momentarily succumb to dread: Akagi was full of shit, you are fully out of control now, the sedative did nothing.
And yet, it isn't hurting you. It has you trapped, yes, but it let you do your job with no problems. The confusing thing is what it's trying to do now oh someone's grabbing your upper thigh. You jump at the sensation before realizing oh, the unit is touching its own thigh; you can feel the sensation.
The touch is light, sensual. It drags its bare fingers up the cloth, up to its stomach, and you feel the muscles on its abdomen, and heat below its stomach.
Is that why it trapped you in here? For you to help it get off? You think you should feel disgusted, or angry, but the growing heat in your own groin betrays your true thoughts, and it's likely the cyborg knows it too. You could try to deny it, fight against it, but yet...
An overwhelming rush of sensation begins to run down your body, with the sudden movement it takes a second to even catch on what the unit wants help with. You play a quick game of hot-and-cold with it before you set its hand on its breast: it grips down, the hum deepens.
The sensation is too little for you. You take your hands off the controllers and slide them under your shirt, gripping your own chest and teasing your nipples between pinched fingers. The liquid in the plug enhances the sensation, and your own pleasure seems to reach the unit as well because it it flat-out whines, quiet and raspy.
It's a pretty noise. You almost don't notice where it's trying to put its hands next.
It drags its fingers down again, and hooks its thumb in between the fabric and its thigh, attempting to pull it down. You, in turn, feel a light touch on your inner hip, guiding you in towards your own crotch.
You grip the controllers again and help the unit pull the makeshift garment off. The fabric slowly floats down, pooling on the floor around its ankles.
You mirror its action, silly as you feel, pulling your lower undergarment off, exposing your bare legs.
You glance down between its legs. It does, in fact, have genitalia; its folds are bright pink and dripping with self-lubricant, clit swollen with arousal. You notice its chest rising and falling as well, deeply. It's panting, needy, and you are the only one who can help it.
You guide its hands slowly, carefully down the curve of its hip and between its legs. You can feel its heartbeat race with your own while you use one of its hands to spread its folds; it takes control of its other hand impatiently and presses two fingers on either side of its clit, rubbing, kneading it.
Both of you are overcome with sensation. The dissonance of your hands seemingly being on the plug equipment and in between your legs simultaneously is too much, you close your eyes and now you can only feel yourself... no, Unit-01 desperately working itself, and you, into a hot mess.
It knows exactly what to do with itself (and you, as a result), exactly where to touch; you wonder, hazily, if this was its first opportunity in a while to pleasure itself. It teases itself, dragging its hand up and down its chest, denying itself touch until it can no longer stand it; it cries out in a wavering tone as it finally goes back to circling its clit, rubbing the tip gingerly.
The coil in your abdomen is about to snap, and you're sure it's feeling the same way. It slows down, finally, building up even more tension as your bodies strain for stimulation. You both pant, letting the infuriating pre-orgasm feeling subside slightly.
The cyborg, however, is as impatient as it is horny, and after a minute it begins to lean gently against the back wall of the chamber, returning its lubricant-soaked hands to their previous positions.
You pull off your final clothing item, your shirt, and grab at your chest again, thumbing your nipples as it strokes itself; it mewls through heady, deep gasps, soaking your own body in the noise, creating a feedback loop of pleasure between you and the unit.
The coil finally snaps, and you both come at the same time, Unit-01 with a choked cry and you with a loud gasp. Its legs shudder, it bends over itself, and through the overwhelming sensory input you're almost afraid it's going to disconnect the plug.
It does no such thing, thankfully, and you both catch your breath as you ride the waves of orgasm; you can feel the cyborg wipe drool from its mouth as its breathing steadies.
There's a moment of silence, only broken by the creaks of the NERV facilities above you.
You pause, then drag a hand up your abdomen all the way to your face, cradling it, and hugging yourself with your other hand.
Unit-01's whole body shivers, and a low sound, almost like a purr reverberates through the whole entry plug.
There's a hiss behind you, and the plug jolts backwards. It's letting you go now.
You climb out of the plug, coughing up a little LCL as you step back into your soaked clothes.
...You should probably do some cleanup. Some post-coital care, you think.
You cycle the LCL through a deep cleaning procedure, and walk down to the main catwalk, where the rest of your clothes are waiting. The control panel has an auto-clean option for the chamber, which you set to start in a couple minutes, after you leave.
You look back at Unit-01. It has wrapped the cloth around itself again, but you can see lubricant drip down its leg, and fingers. It's oddly attractive.
It turns, very slightly, to face you. Its eyes glow a greenish-white, and you stare at each other for a few moments. You should say something.
"Thank you." Maybe not that, but it works.
The feeling is mutual.
"Thank you again for your hard work on such short notice. The refitting has gone smoothly, and Unit-01 is able to function perfectly. I'm glad you had no issues with the sync, as we have realized our sedative may have had some ...unintended side effects."
You look up at Dr. Akagi from your desk.
"Side effects?"
Her face turns a little red.
"You seem to not have noticed it, so I will not elaborate beyond the word 'libido'."
You feign embarrassment to disguise your laughter.
"Oh. I'm sorry I asked."