April's Story
by Shenaldrac
PART ONE
The year is 2035. In the world of Angels strike at humanity from out of nowhere. Evangelions, giant grown humanoids clad in armor fight for the safety of humanity, at the behest of Nerv. This story isn’t about them though. This is the story of a young girl, the pilot of these Evangelion, a girl from the south of the reconstituted United States. A shy girl, a girl alone in this new world of fighting eldritch horrors. This… is April’s story.
It was dark. Very dark. That's the only thing April could think of as she cowered in the tiny room. The S2 power generators had become infected with a strange form of cancer, and the old mechanical ones were taking time to reinstall. In the interim, there was nothing, not even the red emergency lights. It was an unusual room, one that she hadn't been to before, but that wasn't saying much. Nerv was a mass of underground tunnels and hallways carved into the rock of the Earth's crust, and there was so much of it that none of the pilots had seen. She'd been exploring, trying to satisfy her mind's curiosity, and had entered the room when the lights had gone out and the door sealed behind her.
She'd only gotten a small glimpse of the room before the darkness began, another clean, sterile white room with a few chairs and some computer terminals, along with what might have been a shutter on the far wall and another door. But she couldn't try to find the door, not in the darkness. It paralyzed her with terror, and so she sat, huddled upon the floor where she'd sat when the lights went out. There was nothing to see in the darkness. This wasn't like the simple darkness of night where she could see the moon or stars at least. This wasn't even real darkness, for darkness is what happens when there's not much light. This was the total absence of light, a state where closing your eyes wouldn't matter and at least then you could pretend to see your eyelids. And so she sat, her arms held fast around her legs, curled up in a frightened ball, unable and unwilling to move. And she like as not would have remained so for hours until the old generators were hooked up if someone had not intervened.
From the other side of the room, there was a sound. And with that sound came glorious, calming light. Not much light, little more than a candle's glow, but enough light to tear away the darkness ever so slightly. And yet, what was revealed by the candle was almost worse than the darkness, and immediately sent her mind back to prayer. For the face illuminated by the light was her own, a pale copy of her soft, young features. Two thoughts warred inside her mind. Fear of the strange copy before her, and a longing to be free of the darkness, to approach the light. For many painfully long seconds she thought, but in the end it was decided for April as the doppelganger began to move towards her, bringing the soft, comforting light with it. Silently, it sat across from her and set down the candle, held in an old rusted holder, down between them. With the light, April could see that her company was entirely without clothes, and in fact, she seemed quite wet, as though she'd gotten out of a shower. Slowly, her opposite spoke.
"The darkness is.... frightening. I remember being afraid of it. I brought this light with me so that you would not be afraid either." As she finished speaking, April could hear the door opening again, and saw another light, then another and another. More and more pale copies of herself came through the doorway, each holding a candle in a holder. Each moving to sit near her, forming a circle of copies around her, and each adding their candle to the growing collection until the glow was bright enough to illuminate them all. Each were exact duplicates of April, she could see that clearly now, though with a strange, almost blank look to their eyes, and all nude and still dripping with what she could now both see and smell was LCL, that strange liquid from her EVA's cockpit.
Now that there was light, April could feel her breath returning to her, though the strange, mostly silent copies were almost as disquieting as the horrible lack of light. Still, though they were almost frightening themselves, they'd brought her light and chased away the darkness and loneliness, and she figured that the least she could do was thank them. So she mustered a small smile and let her arms unwrap from her legs, taking a small breath before starting.
"Thank you for the candles. Why do you all look like me?" The strange copies did little but stare at her, their unclothed forms bared unashamedly to her. And yet, once she spoke, their lips all as one turned upwards slightly into a smile.
"You were afraid." One of them, behind her, spoke.
"We wanted to help you." This one came from her left. The smiles were dreamy, and combined with their almost vacant eyes the effect was quite unnerving.
"Well... that's very nice of you, but you still haven't said why you all look like me." Perhaps it was the flickering candle light playing tricks, but April could swear that they were a little closer now than they had been. Their smiles stayed in place as they heard her question, and their eyes softened slightly.
"We were born from you." another said, and the rest nodded. "You are our mother. We had to help you."
"Had to make you happy."
"Had to make the fear go away." They were becoming more vocal, but April almost didn't hear it. She... she was a mother? How could that be?
"I'm not your mother! I'm only thirteen! What's going on?" Her eyes roamed the room, but the odd facsimiles surrounded her. And as much as she wanted to flee, she knew that anywhere but here would be empty of everything except the terrifying darkness. Fortunately, one of the copies hear her, and still wearing the same smile, answered.
"We were made from your body. Your skin gave us life." The rest nodded again, and this time she was sure of it as she caught movement from the corner of her eyes. They were coming closer, their wet, naked bodies almost shimmering in the candle's light.
"Had to help our mother."
"Save you from the darkness."
"The cold."
"It's so cold...." And as their voices rose again she shivered. Whether it was just her mind or not, she did feel colder, and she found herself longing for warmth.
"We can show you where it's warm."
"Where there is light."
"Always warm."
"Safe."
"Happy." The doppelgangers smiled happily at her, and April could feel the sense of longing return, stronger.
"We could show you."
"Make you warm."
"Show you the light." Though part of her rebelled, April found herself nodding along with her copies, a strange, happy warmth coming over her.
"Yes...." A few of them giggled, and they began to move forwards, taking their candles and standing.
"It's this way...." One of them said helpfully, and April got to her feet, following them and the light and they moved towards the door in the back. The copies moved silently, their soft, unclothed forms moving in a group around her. Every way April looked she could see at least one of them, smiling their odd, vacant smiles at her. Through the door was another hallway, and at the end another door. This one was larger, clearly a heavy security door. Even so, it opened as they approached, and from it came a dim, yellowish light.
April couldn't keep from gasping as she entered and saw what was inside. An old, aged table with more candles and holders was to the left of the door, but what captivated her was the large indentation the floor beyond it, filled with LCL. As each of her copies entered, the placed their candle on the desk, leaned in, and gently blew it out. Then, as one, they moved back to circle her again, still smiling, their bodies awash in the glow from the pool of LCL.
"We are here."
"Home."
“Warmth."
The feeling from before was growing, and April found herself curious about what she was seeing.
"You... you're all from here?" They gave a nod, speaking as one.
"Yes."
"Come with us..."
"Stay."
"It's warm and bright."
"Safe."
"Never lonely."
Their calls were almost siren, and her heart pounded in her chest.
"We can help you."
"We want to stay with you."
"Show you happiness..."
Her lips had become dry, and she licked them, realizing how thirsty she was. Surely it couldn't hurt? It was breathable wasn't it? And their words…
"Alright...." she managed meekly, and with that they converged upon her. She tried weakly to protest, but her words were stifled as they helped her out from her clothing, casting them off and into a small pile. When they were done, she was indistinguishable from them apart from her slightly less pale complexion. With her now ready, several of the copies began to move towards the pool, sedately sitting at the side and slipping in with nary a ripple.
She found herself following them, sitting at the side of the pool, legs dangling in the LCL with a copy of herself on either hand, both smiling at her. Their eyes were filled with promises of peace and gentleness. Taking a breath, she slipped into the pool, the warmth covering her and her hair streaming behind her. Around her was a sea of orange. Light filtered through from the bottom, and she could see that the sides of the pool were glass. Belatedly, she tried to count how many copies of her there were, but lost track at nine. All of them began to converge upon her, smiling ecstatically. Two took her hands in theirs while one of them swam up to face her. With a smile, the her-that-was-not-her grasped her waist gently and kissed her, its eyes closing as its lips pressed against hers. April could feel her body, warm even compared to the LCL, and felt herself reciprocating, certainly not pulling away. A part of her was screaming, crying out that this was wrong, but it was drowned out by the warmth of the pool, the warmth of the bodies pressing against her, comforting her.
As her duplicate's lips moves against hers, she sensed that there was no hurry. They were her, right? So, surely they'd know that she'd never done anything like this before, never even had the most remote dream of this sort of thing, right? Yet it appeared that even if April hadn't, her copies at least knew of it. Already two of them were clutching her legs, gently running their hands up and down their length, stopping just short of her privates before stopping and flitting down to her toes. Others moved to sensually lick at her toes, and the two copies that had taken her arms earlier were providing her with equally pleasant treatment as their counterparts on her legs. Their bodies were soft and warm, and it was so easy to slip into their world, to let them please her. She remembered what one of them had said earlier, that she was their mother. The idea wasn't nearly so shocking and repulsive now. In fact, she felt almost glad to have found her 'children', to be able to join them.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the April in front of her began to gently press her tongue against her lips, silently begging for entrance. Almost without thought, she complied, and for the first time she felt someone else's tongue in her mouth. Or, was it even someone else? They were her, weren't they? She mentally shook herself. It didn't matter. What mattered was that it was so peaceful here, warm and bright and filled with other girls like her, exactly like her, who apparently had ways of playing that were already inciting feelings of excitement and pleasure that she'd never felt before. She found herself smiling serenely at her counterpart, and let her own tongue meet up with her double's, feeling the texture of another tongue inside her mouth, and deciding that she liked it.
She was surprised, but pleasantly so, when another copy came up behind her to press against her back, wrapping its arms around her from gently and then reaching upwards to cup her small, developing breasts. That was certainly a new feeling, as was the feeling of two small nods pressing against her back.
"See? It is warm here. Safe." The April behind her spoke softly into her ears, and she didn't bother to wonder how that sound be; she spoke just fine in her cockpit when it was filled with the liquid, didn't she?
April couldn't be sure how long she stayed like that. It could have been minutes, or even hours. Young, happy copies of herself licking and rubbing at her extremities, never harshly or fast, just a slow, gentle rubbing that calmed her more than she'd ever been before, and the feel of lips against hers and the warm body of another copy against her back. Every so often, she'd feel the hands around her breasts give a small squeeze, and she'd let out a soft coo, muffled by the kiss. Indeed, nothing felt like it changed at all, so much so that she didn't notice at first when some of the other doppelgangers began to kiss as well, to caress each other near her, floating sedately in the warm primal liquid. When she did notice, all she could do was giggle happily at the sight of her children pleasing each other.
After an indeterminate amount of time, she felt something different. One of her copies had moved up between her legs and had begun to softly lap at her folds. The sensation was totally alien to her, but she quickly found herself enjoying it. Almost as much of a surprise was when she realized that her tongue was no longer in her own mouth, but in her copy's! Sometime in the kiss she'd begun to kiss back more, her own tongue pushing into her identical lover's mouth. All the stimulation was building, her small body being touched and caressed and warmed and loved by so many at once, and with the addition of her newest copy at her crotch, things were reaching a peak.
She began to feel a tingle move through her crotch, and a similar one from her breasts whenever her lover squeezed them, and as more seconds passed it seemed to build and build, layering upon itself as she was pleasured further by herselves. At last, with one of the copy's arms wrapped around her soft buttocks and tongue licking at her slit, it all came together in a glorious, all-consuming climax. Her body twitched as she peaked, her back arching a little and her arms and legs stretching while her fingers and toes clenched and unclenched. All throughout, she was surrounded by smiling copies of herself, all of them similarly making love to each other or her, and the sight kept her aloft in a pleasant state for what seemed like forever before she returned to full consciousness.
Carefully, gently, she withdrew from her lover's mouth and pulled back, smiling and breathing deeply. Her clone shared her expression, and spoke softly.
"Welcome home, April."
PART TWO
April looked around the tank, a slight smile on her lips. She still wasn't sure how long she'd been there for, but she knew that she'd fallen asleep at least twice. Part of her wondered why no one had come looking for her, but the longer she stayed, the happier she was with remaining unfound. After all, what was waiting for her outside the pool? Horrible monsters and godless abominations in massive suits of retraining armor. And the people.... the people were even worse. The ones that made her fight the monsters.... She shivered as she remembered them; horrifying, fearful things that she knew had left scars on her sanity. No, the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that staying here was the right thing to do.
As if to confirm that thought, one of her innumerable copies floated up to her and wrapped its arms around her in a brief embrace before continuing on. The short encounter made April smile; right there was another reason why she knew she would stay. The copies were all so gentle, so... soft. And always there, touching and playing with one another, and her as well. It felt... it felt as if she was free, to be able to swim and smile and laugh and live, in ways she'd never considered before. True, it meant no television or other entertainment, but with so many others to share her happiness with, so many doppelgangers to talk with and laugh and love, it didn't matter. And so, she stayed, spending her time with her facsimiles, talking to them about anything that crossed her mind. And every so often, they would make love to her. It was a little disconcerting at first, to have one of them come from below and begin to gently lap at her slit, but now the feeling of other hands upon her simply brought a content smile to her face.
She began to swim towards one of her 'daughters', moving almost effortlessly through the orange LCL. As she approached, the copy smiled and moved to meet her, and they eventually met, the not-April grabbing her hands to squeeze softly.
"Hi... I wanted to ask you some things." The copy nodded slightly, smiling happily. "I still don't know how you came to be. Where is this?" As always happened when she stayed still for more than a few seconds, several more copies had come to float near her, all of them smiling at her. While at first they'd referred to her as their mother, April had begun to think of them more as sisters. They were each exactly alike, exactly like her, and after all that had happened, April was realizing just how pretty she actually was. She found it odd that she didn't mind it at all. Incest, and homosexuality as well was so un-Christian, but it felt like that didn't matter anymore, like it was some small outer layer of herself that had been stripped away to let her true wants shine through.
"Five months ago, we were made in your image... from some of your hair." The sound of her copy replying to her shook April from her reverie. "The scientists made us from you."
"Grew us here."
"In case something happened to you."
"To our mother." The group of her clones was moving closer, and she smiled as she felt their hands upon her again.
"We knew we were from your flesh."
"We were strong like you.”
"We could think together." A hand brushed against her breasts, rubbing them gently while tongue licked across her arms and legs, hands squeezing her shoulders. "We heard you."
"Lost."
"Scared.”
"Came to help."
"Show you happiness."
"Bring you home..."
April shuddered slightly at the stimulation, and she leaned forwards to press her lips against the her that she'd spoken to. The copy responded in kind, pulling itself closer to embrace her lovingly and press its body against hers. She could feel her lover's breasts pressing pleasurably against her own, and let herself drift, awash in the pleasure. It was with a shock that she felt something pressing against her slit, something pushing her lips apart slightly. Opening eyes that she hadn't realized she'd closed, April looked down and gasped at what she saw. An almost transparent shape, protruding from the crotch of one of her many sisters. As she watched, it flashed occasionally, as if it were glass with a spark running through it.
Smiling with what almost looked like a hint of slyness, her doppelganger pulled back slightly from the kiss.
"We made this.... It is all out thought."
"Our love."
"Our happiness."
"Warmth."
"Want."
"Need."
"For you." The first clone finished, still smiling. "We can think together... now we wish to love you together." The her-but-not-hers around April all smiled, letting out a short sigh of happiness. She realized that there were more of them than she'd ever seen at once before, and that she could barely see between their bodies; a solid sphere of her sisters, all around her. The shaft pressed against her again, teasing her slit. April knew what it was supposed to be. She hadn't been totally ignorant. But the sight of it still shocked her, not in the least because she almost couldn't see it.
"It.... you're going to have... with me?" Despite all that happened, she still couldn't bring herself to say it outright.
"Yes. For you."
She felt the bulbous tip press inward more firmly, her soft, naked lips slitting around it and slowly engulfing the pseudo penis. It was different from anything April had felt so far, to have something big and thick and strangely warm inside her private place, far different from her sister's tongues. Still, it wasn't a bad feeling. Not at all. She looked into the eyes of her copy, watching, looking for some clue of just what was happening.
"We love you April."
More and more of the shaft entered her, and her lover's hips mover ever closer as well. She wondered at first why they hadn't hit her hymen yet, but she supposed it must have been lost during a particularly long run or bout of exercise. It didn't make her any less of a virgin. Thinking was becoming harder as her small body was filled by the combined thoughts of her copies, each of them still looking at her with longing as she was filled. After what felt like hours, her hips met with her lover's and she knew that she was full. The feeling sent shivers of pleasure through her, and she found herself smiling almost uncontrollably. They she felt movement again as the shaft inside her throbbed heavily before it started to pull out. She looked around in confusion for a moment before realizing what was happening. The clone that was pleasuring her, channeling the thoughts of her doppelgangers, was looking at her almost with confusion.
"It.... feels like nothing we've ever felt...." The look slowly turned to one of pleasure, and April felt the empirical shaft move back into her, filling her again.
With a start, she realized that the other copies were still there, rubbing all over her body, almost worshipfully. As the warm member of will inside her continued to thrust into her, she began to squeeze down on it gently, letting out a small moan at the feeling that was quickly echoed by her sisters all around her. Soon, the pace quickened as both she and her copies succumbed to the pleasure. The almost imaginary cock filling her throbbed urgently, filling her with each thrust and sending tingles of pleasure through her body. It felt like forever before she felt something change. Looking around, she saw that each of her sisters wore an expression of longing, and she realized what was to come. She could feel her own climax approaching, and as she panted at the feelings flooding her, she finally managed to speak.
"I love you... sisters."
With that, she felt something in her mind break, and a flood of emotion engulfed her. Each of what must have been over a hundred copies of her, all of them inside her slit, filling her, feeling her pleasure and being pleasured by her. With that, she peaked, her entire body going rigid as she felt herself climax. Bolts of pleasure shot through her, sending tingles down her spine, but at the same time she also felt the shaft inside her, being gripped by her small, virginal walls, feeling every bit as real as the rest of her. She could feel both herself and all of her copies, and she began to become unable to disentangle herself from the large web of emotion and thought as she became lost in the pleasure.
At last, after what seemed like hours, she found herself returning to some semblance of normalcy, in control of herself again. Even then though, she could still feel her lover's thoughts near her, in the back of her mind. And as she opened her eyes to look around at her sisters, they were as blank as the other copies.