Misato's Anal Accident

Misato Katsuragi was very drunk.

She hiccupped and took another swig from her beer bottle. It was empty. She glared at it and let it slip from her hand and onto the floor where it joined the other empty beer bottles, some laying on their side but most sitting upright. She adjusted her loose yellow top and peered out the window. A few stories below, a handful of salarymen were walking down the sidewalk. One of them in particular, didn’t look that bad. He was fairly young looking, with light brown hair. A devilish smirk spread over Misato’s lips and her already flushed skin turned even redder. She quickly began to unbutton her jean shorts.

Below, the salaryman heard muffled yelling and tapping. Puzzled, he looked up and almost jumped in shock. “OHH!”

A naked ass was staring right at him from the apartment window. The cheeks pressed and squished against the glass. The athletic, peachy buttcheeks jiggled and shook above the toned and bare thighs. On the other side of the butt, Misato giggled. Her jean shorts and panties had descended her slender legs and rested on her ankles above her curled and excited toes. The glass felt cool against her skin.

The people on the sidewalk began to notice the second moon in the sky. The men pointed and stared, some covering their crotches with their hands to hide their sudden erections.

“OH MY GOD!”

“It-it’s AMAZING!” they exclaimed with wide-eyed wonder.

Women glared at their boyfriends with jealousy while they drooled up at the perfect, slim, derriere.

Misato’s eyes were glassy with exhibitionist bliss. Her hand crept between her thighs, rustling against her soft nest of pubic hair, rubbing herself absently, the energy of arousal spreading through her brain and heart, her breasts and lips. With her other hand, she pulled the curtains closed. Then, she moved away from the window, her eyes on the futon on the other side of the room.

She had completely forgotten her shorts. The shorts twisted around her moving ankles, tugging her down, making her tipsy brain swirl. Her arms flailed. She reached back to grab at the curtain cord, but missed; the momentum made her fall backward, ass-first. Right on top of an upright beer bottle.

“AAAaAAAHHHH!”

The slender neck of the beer bottle rammed up Misato’s poor, unprepared anus. It filled the entirety of her rectum with its hard and unrelenting shape. The curves of it pulled and stretched her around them, aching pain radiated from her violated walls. The pain was so great it shocked Misato into instant sobriety.

“OWOWOWOWOW!”

Misato flopped onto her side, eyes watering. Her legs curled up to her chest and her hand gingerly reached back for the bottle.

She gave it the littlest, smallest tug.

“EEEEeeEE!”

She yelped and convulsed. Her back arched and she writhed on the floor. The tug sent horrific pain through her walls, which clenched up in terror, holding and yanking at the bottle as it tried to be withdrawn.

***

Ritsuko Akagi opened the door to Misato’s apartment. She leaned inside, arching an eyebrow. Her hands returned to her lab coat.

“Misato?” she called.

Behind Ristuko, Maya Ibuki poked out from over her shoulder. She followed behind the scientist inside the apartment. Her hands were curled up in front of her, not sure what to do with them.

“i-I’m in the bedroom…!” Misato’s wavering voice answered.

Ritsuko walked into the doorway of the bedroom. She shoved some beer bottles across the floor with her foot.

“I can’t believe you live like this,” she muttered.

She didn’t notice Misato’s quivering body on the futon in the center of the room until Maya gasped. Her hands and fingers went to cover her blushing face, but she still stared through her fingers.

Ritsuko’s eyes widened, and her eyebrows arched up in dumbfounded shock.

Misato was lying face down ass up on the cart in the middle of the room. She was bottomless; her long legs folded awkwardly under her. The beer bottle was sticking out of the little hills of her buttcheeks like a crashed rocket. One hand was clamped over her pussy, whisps of her public hair poking out from between her fingers. Between her legs, her shirt was hanging down and hanging down Ibuki could see Misato’s upside-down belly, her bright pink bra hanging down in her top, straining against the weight of her boobs reaching down to the floor.

“d-don’t stare!”

“Oh my,” Ritsuko said. She crouched down on the edge of the futon, shaking it slightly.

Misato grimaced in pain and humiliation and despair. She covered her face with one hand.

“can you help me get it out?” she whimpered.

Ritsuko pulled a hand out of her lab coat. She poked at the bottom of the beer bottle with a fingertip.

“ah!” Misato yelpd.

“I feel like you would have known to use lube,” Ritsuko said.

“I-I didn’t do it on purpose! It was an accident.”

“This deeply? It doesn’t seem very likely.”

“It WAS an accident! A freak accident!”

“Mm-hmm,” Ritsuko hummed doubtfully. Her hand clamped around the bottom of the bottle like a claw and tugged at it.

“AAAIIEEEEEE!” Misato shrieked. Her free hand reached backward and flapped around, trying to knock Ritsuko’s away, while her hips wiggled in panic.

Maya watched the two struggle in the corner. She swallowed hard. Her knees were knocked together. She was still wearing her NERV uniform: a short jacket and leggings. She tugged at the edges of the jacket, hoping it would hide the growing wetness between her legs.

Ritsuko yanked again at the bottle.

Misato bit her lip and tilted her head back. Cartoon waves of tears fell down her cheeks. Her sore, violated anus screamed in pain at every cold-hearted, clinical tug against its ring.

“IT’s not woRkING!” she gasped, her voice rising to a shriek halfway through the sentence.

“Maybe, maybe we should call an ambulance,” Maya said in the corner, dripping subtly.

“NO! I can’t let anyone see me like this!”

Ritsuko stood up and lit a cigarette.

“I think that’s the best thing we can do. I can’t get it out with potentially causing damage.”

Misato swallowed hard at the last word. She looked back at her penetrated ass. “f-Fine. I guess there’s no other option.”

***

The ambulance doors opened, and Misato was wheeled out on a stretcher. She was in the same position as the house, but her limbs were strapped to the corners of the stretcher to hold her in place. The ambulance attendants stared down at her with jeering grins, her naked legs, her exposed pussy, her bare buns. Ritsuko rolled her eyes. Misato seethed with humiliation and rage. Maya was pulling her jacket down in her front, stretching it to almost her mid-thigh.

“Shouldn’t I have a towel or something?!” Misato growled.

“No time, ma’am! We need to get you to the doctor right away!”

The stretcher barreled through the waiting room. Every patient and every nurse turned to stare. A few had pained, sympathetic expressions, but most broke into snickering grins.

“Looks like someone had too much fun tonight!”

“Lady, don’t you know that’s not how you drink beer!”

“Do you need a gardener? Cause that bush is out of control!”

Misato squeezed her eyes shut and mushed her face into the fabric of the stretcher, which skidded and bumped down the halls, eventually sliding into an examination room.

The snap of rubber gloves being pulled over ready hands made Misato jump to attention. A doctor in a lab coat emptied a tube of lube onto her gloved hands. She sighed.

“I swear, if you perverts just learned to use enough lube my job would be so much easier!”

“It was an accident!” Misato exclaimed. She wiggled against the bonds.

The doctor rolled her eyes. “At least it’s only a bottle. I’m assuming you didn’t have any good sex toys on hand?”

Misato glowered at the doctor.

Ritsuko patted her on the butt causing Misato to bite on her bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, we’re right here.”

Misato craned her back to look at her friends: Ritsuko nonchalantly patting her damaged butt and Maya staring like a wide-eyed, twitching rodent in heat at her naked, violated bottom half.

Misato pouted and was about to make a dry remark about how she would probably be better off without them here, but she was interrupted by the doctor stomping around the stretcher, taking one look at Misato’s bottle, and rubbing globs and globs of cold lube around the circumference, splashing her ass thighs and pussy with wild abandon.

Misato shivered. “That’s cold!”

The doctor rolled her eyes. “If you want to play with your ass, you need to get used to this feeling.”

“I told you I wasn’t playing with my- URK!”

The doctor suddenly forced the edge of a lubed and gloved finger into Misato’s anal ring, stretching her further, dripping the gold substance down her ass and against the length of the bottle.

“Uhhhhllll,” Misato whimpered and pulled against her bonds, instinctually trying to escape the finger.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby. The human anus can be stretched to twice this width.”

Ritsuko and Maya leaned in, watching the doctor work her finger around the length of the neck of the bottle with medical and sexual interest, respectively.

Then, the doctor gripped the bottle and gave it a sharp tug.

“EEEEEeeeeEEEE!” Misato wailed. The tug lifted her by her ass off the stretcher, but the bottle didn’t move.

“It’s still stuck fast.”

The doctor leaned down next to Misato’s whimpering, strained face. “There’s still one other option. Patients can find it a bit embarrassing, but it’s never failed me yet.”

“It’s fine, just get this thing out of me!”

The doctor walked back to Misato’s other end.

“What are you going to do?” Ritsuko asked.

The doctor answered with a wet plunging sound that was embarrassingly loud.

PLNGGGSSH

Maya and Ritsuko gasped. Maya shook so hard it looked like she was going to collapse. Misato’s eyes bugged out, “OHH! OhhOHHH!” she gasped and moaned incoherently.

The doctor had plunged two lubed fingers deep into Misato’s vagina and was rooting the fingers around, pulling and rubbing and them against her.

“Ohhhh! OUhhlllll!” Misato moaned and sobbed. The doctor’s cold fingers searched and pulled against the back of Misato’s pussy, stretching her and pressing against the back of the bottle, pushing her anal walls from the inside.

“Are you all right?” The doctor asked, but her fingers were still moving, expertly massaging the back of Misato’s vagina.

Misato, quivering with shame, squeaked, “I’m fine… it’s just… my first time…”

“It is NOT her first time,” Ritsuko scoffed.

“it’s my first time with… with a woman…” Misato whimpered.

Maya made a little squeaky horny gasp.

The doctor rolled her eyes. “This is not sex. This is a medical procedure. Now, try to hold still. I’m going deeper.”

“WHAT- No-OHHH! MMMhhmmmMMNN!” Misato moaned and gasped and convulsed, the full lengths of the doctor’s fingers plunging into her with wet soft sounds. The doctor moved faster, cold lube and warm juices dripping onto the stretcher. The stretcher squeaked under Misato’s brutal fingerfucking. The bottle wiggled, Misato’s ass relaxing and the doctor’s pumping loosening it from Misato’s poor butt.

Misato gasped. Electric pleasure coursed through her from the gorgeous, brutal rapid friction. The front of her mind was wild and empty. Sweat dripped down her tighten muscles and her breath heaved from her awkward almost upside down position. Her toes curled and she looked back at the doctor with embarrassed panic.

“Doctor! Doctor please ST-AHHPP I’m going to I don’t want to –

Fingers deep inside her, the doctor wrenched the bottle out with a pop.

“MMmmmPPHHHMMNNGGG!!!”

Misato came, squashing her face and screaming down into the stretcher. The rough fiction against the walls of her ass, the freedom and relief, the subtle weight gone from the center of her butt, the doctor rubbing her most private places. She relaxed in euphoric stupefied glow, a slack grin on her face.

The doctor withdrew her other hand with a sloppy wet squishing sound. She shook the juices from it and then he held the bottle up and smirked.

“Are you sure this was an accident? Because it looked like you were enjoying yourself a little too much there!”

Ritsuko giggled.

“Hold onto that bottle, Doctor. She may want to try again later.”

Misato was shaken from her glow and glared back at them with humiliation and bright red embarrassment.

“s-shut up” she panted.

Maya took this moment to run out of the room, hunched over and ashamed, desperately in search of the bathroom to reach her own orgasmic relief.