*****@***** Notes: Yeah Crono talks, but hey, whatcha gonna do? Why Robo and Frog? Because they're cute. Why all the bulky cocks? I'm not a fanatic about dick size, but I feel that big ones were needed to fit the silliness of the story (except for Crono's, he doesn't need a baby's-arm-with-apple-in-fist to make his story silly ^_-). I put Asha in because I thought the generic cave-girl sprite was cute too. Marle's pretty silly in this, but hey, it's a lemon, don't take it seriously. I mean, it contains a talking clitoris, for The Master's sake! This is set early on in the game, at the point where they first go to Ioka Village to get the Dreamstone Melchior needs to mend the Masamune. Anyway, off we go. Oh by the way, the perineum is the part of you between your ass and your... you know, tools. *****@***** Disclaimer: I can see the hypocrisy and subtle irony of a 16 year old telling people that you can't read her lemon unless you're over 18, so I'm not gonna say it, hehehe Coaxes, Gate Keys and Automobiles by Tess Malone ( tess_malone@hotmail.com ) The space-time continuum shrieked savagely, defeaning the three travellers outside of it. "Is something wrong?" asked Crono nervously. "Surely not..." replied Lucca, equally nervous. "No, I think something really is wrong..." Marle fretted. Which was odd because you'd expect that Lucca would be the one who'd know when something was wrong, not Marle. But anyway, the space-time continuum went "Voo-woo-woo!" once more, and suddenly all was chaos. 2300 AD, Proto Dome With a mighty 'CRACK!', Lucca smashed into the physical world, and onto the floor of Proto Dome. "Oh shit..." she groaned, feeling around for her gun. They'd set off for 650 000 BC, right? So what happened? She slowly lifted her head and looked around. She gasped as she suddenly saw Robo sitting in the thin fluorescent light that spread across the platform. He looked a little battle-worn. "Lucca, my mistress! I'm glad to see you!" "Yeah, me too..." Lucca rose to her feet and approached the droid. "Aren't you supposed to be in that courtyard with the old guy, Robo?" Robot shook his head. Lucca winced at the resulting creak of his damaged servos. "There was a flash of light, and I awoke in Bangor Dome. I fought my way here, but suffered considerable damage. Can you fix me, mistress?" Lucca nervously turned. The dome was empty except for the proximity-attack bots further south, and they couldn't move. She'd be alone with the only mental rival she knew! The thought of intellectual stimulation shot a little heat through her undernourished sex. Someone she could *talk* to! She got so tired of explaining every second word she said to Marle and Crono and her mother. "Okay Robo, you just sit there, I'll help you." Lucca smiled and retrieved her pack of tools. 600 AD, Cursed Woods "Awaken ma'am, I beg thee!" Marle felt mossy ground beneath her, and thin clammy fingers on her back. "Miss Marle?" "Eeeek!" Marle screamed and scuttled away from her captor. Turning back, she saw the solemn expression of the Frog. "Oh, it's just the cute li'l Froggie!" Marle got back onto her feet and turned her worried gaze about the hideaway. "Froggie, have you seen the others?" "Nay madam. Only last night did I see thy party off, presumably on a mission to repair Masamune. I waketh this evening to find thee on my floor!" "Y-yes, we just left to pick up a Dreamstone from the past... I can't remember anything else." "Hmm, most troubling, milady." Without warning, Marle launched herself into the Frog's arms. "Help me, Froggie! I'm scared..." The Frog croaked. "Err... Very well." 650 000 BC, Mystic Mountain There was a familiar mighty 'CRACK!', and Crono burst into 650 000 BC. Rather more above ground than he would have liked. "Aaaaaaaah--Oof!" With a graceless 'thud!', Crono landed on the forest floor, right in front of a group of little green men who promptly attacked. He hurriedly killed the first three, but after that he was faced with some serious numbers. Lucky for him then that the cave-girl appeared! Swiftly this mysterious amazon hammered the reptillian hordes into submission. Chrono watched in fascination as she pounced atop the penultimate little beast and broke it's neck with a sharp twist. He could peripherally feel his cock rise inappropriately at the sight of her rather visceral expression of carefree-ness. Reflexively he lashed out with his sword and killed the last of the beasts. His eyes met with those of the strange woman. She stared blankly at him for a split-second, before pouncing on him too. "Oof!" For the second time in five minutes he hit the metaphorical pavement, and it took him more than a moment to re-orient himself. Okay, inventory and synopsis. He was on the ground. His sword was stuck into the ground a few feet away. She was on him. His cock was firmly implanted up her ass. Pardon? The cavegirl yowled gleefully as she pounded her rear down on his lap. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was good. She might kill him afterwards, which was bad, and scary enough to prevent him from releasing a fortnight's worth of Marle-generated horniness into the soft but ruthless grip of this strange girl's rectum. He was pinned down, so what were his options? He could headbutt her, or attempt to drown her from the inside. Both seemed inappropriate, so he sighed, braced his feet, and attempted to buck her off with a few half-hearted thrusts. He felt much happier though when finally streams of come erupted from the tip of his cock, and into her. The girl looked surprised, and stopped moving for a second. Then she snuggled up to him, not letting his rather relieved cock out of her. "My name Ayla. Yours?" "No, it's Crono." he croaked, and giggled weakly. He rarely had much to say, so his vocal cords were a little shaky if they hadn't recieved any warning of incipient speech. In writing. "Crono strong enough to kill many Reptite. Crono not strong enough to pull out of Ayla? Ayla *likes* Crono." Without warning, her amazonian muscles tightened her distended anus around Crono's cock and SQUEEZED. He shivered for a second, but then he groaned and let his head hit the moss. "Frankly, my dear Ayla, I'm not in the mood." "You funny!" Ayla laughed girlishly, which Crono found rather uncharacteristic. "Ayla like funny people. Come now, Ayla take you to Ioka." "I didn't find anything funny..." Crono protested weakly as Ayla dismounted from him and dragged him off with a satisfied smirk on her face. Crono stumbled after her, visions of Marle's sweet bare shoulders in his head. He'd have to find his friends after he'd dealt with the cave girl, he supposed. He hoped they were okay. "Why are you here, mistress Lucca?" Lucca pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and bit her lip nervously. "I don't know. I'm hoping that after you're fixed, you can help me build another gate and we can try to reach the End of Time. Maybe the old guy can help us." Robo beeped. "The arm has reached optimal running condition now, Lucca." He flexed his newly repaired limb. "Yeah! Am I not Lucca the Great?" She grinned triumphantly, but quickly she became miserable, as though disturbing an old and sad memory. "I'm... I'm not, really." She looked away from Robo's quizzical gaze. "I'm feeling all that soppy emotional shit about Crono, y'know?". She dragged her fingertips down his chest armour and down his legs. "But I'm not so great if I can't do anything about it, which I can't. Not so great, am I? I'm procrastinating like some thick student girl, or something..." She sighed and tripped a few switches inside his open chest cavity, unlocking the armour plates of his legs and pelvis. "I feel pathetic, reall-- Hey, what's this?" She drew her hands away from the armour plate she was holding. Underneath the box protecting his pelvis was some sort of rubber-clad projection, capped with a copper head. She was too enchanted to smile. "That?" Robo looked down. "That is for data transfer. When a factory robots such as myself downloads new designs, we are to transfer them onto primitive courier robots who can send the designs to plants with malfunctioning servers." "Why are they so primitive?" "The factories wanted to save money by using expendable couriers. Now the factories are gone." Robo shrugged. "Wow... so robots..." Lucca was driven to distraction by her companion's stylish steampunk cock. She bit her lip again. "Robo, let that coax loose, will you?" She sighed at the sight of his phallus rising and extending to 12 inches out, more because she didn't have to explain 'coax' to him than due to any anticipation. "Robo, gimme the details of your last download." "Very well, the last design I copied was an S-22 maintenance dr--" "No," she laid a hand firmly on his rigid cable, "As though I were a courier." "But mistress Lucca, as you are not one, this is a futile opera--" "I know. But I think this function needs a test run, and I would very much like to make myself the testing grounds." She stood up and pulled her headset off. Robo watched in patient bewilderment as she divested herself of her shirt, her bra, her skirt, her panties... not her boots. "Rubber soles, can't be too careful. And besides I look cuter with them on, don't I?" She posed vainly, then knelt down in front of him to hug him. He felt the pleasing clicks of estimated sexual stimulation being processed as she ran her small tongue around the green lens of his left eye. "That being the story of a boy named Glenn." The Frog sat back, having finished the tale. Marle was wide-eyed. "Well did he ever find Magus and become human again?" The Frog smiled, and very broadly too. Did she truly believe that his tale was the fairy story he'd claimed it to be? The princess was a fine girl, brave and strong, but she was not exactly as sharp as Masamune. "I knoweth not the end of the story yet, Princess Marle. But the day that I find out is the day that I will be happy." "Oh Froggy, you're so wise! And... you're ze cutest wittle fwoggy I know!" She gave him a big hug. The Frog ruefully felt a stirring in his loins as Marle's growing body pressed against him. Oh dear, how he missed those lonely maids at Guardia Castle! But he felt he couldn't return there. "What's this?" whispered Marle. The Frog didn't hear her, but he did feel her fingertips against the sizable bulge in his chain mail. "Erm, 'tis nothing ma'am..." "Aw Froggiiiie!" she kissed him and petted his erection through the armour. "Is that my fault? I'm sorry!". She didn't sound it. Frog's gaze met hers, and they locked. She looked rather intense. Was she going to suddenly punch him? "Froggie, I want you to do something for your country." "For mine country, I would lay my life on the line!" She took her hands off his cock, and tugged at her top. "For your country I want you to lay your princess on the table." "I... I... wherefore?" he gaped as Marle's breasts bobbed with her movements, free of restraint. Her plump nipples poked at the cold night air, until she pressed herself against her green knight again. "Teach me how to handle a man, Froggie. I'm only little, I don't know what to do, but I only want the best for my Crono, see? I know he wants the best for me. Will you teach me, Froggie?" The Frog blinked, his mouth opening uncertainly. "Have you got something to say?" she smiled cheekily at him. "Ribbit?" "I... Uh... o-KAY then..." Lucca gulped, and hesitantly touched different parts of the robot seated against the wall in front of her. "You wanted to perform a data transfer." "I... I know that! Just be patient..." her warm voice broke into a giggle, and she reached up to hold her breasts. Tweaking the broad but rather flat nipples, she closed her eyes and thought of the only boy who ever let her hang around him, the only boy she'd ever thought of while in her own arms, Crono. The lean muscles, the spiky hair, the sword... the 12-inch rubber and copper mechanical cock... Erk!! She jolted, and accidentally pinched one of her nipples rather harder than she usually liked. "Ooh, owww..." She rubbed at the troubled breast with gentle strokes, feeling the nipple rise from the unfamiliar style of manipulation. She turned to stroking both of them this way, and sighed, sinking into the self-hating contentedness of masturbation. Oh, her mecha fetish *really* annoyed her these days. It had embarrassed her that after their trek through the construction factory her panties had ended up in such disrepair, and she'd had to go through their entire 2600 AD escapade soaked through. So many pounding pistons, sexy humming monitors, chiseled robots... She shivered and hugged Robo close to her. Warm insulated wires impressed lines of their heat across her breasts, in sharp contrast to the armour beneath, which kissed her nipples like ice. Without hesitation now, she wiggled a little further down Robo's frame, until the copper head butted against the stifling heat of her pursed outer lips. She gasped at the cold of the copper, but felt it slowly warm up from contact. What a shame... "Robo, d'you have any coolants for..." "Yes mistress." The suddenly shocking cold of Robo's cock bit deliciously at her sex. She looked down in curiosity to see some of her fluids rubbing off onto the copper head of the coax. Lucca moved her hips back, and saw a delicate chain of her pre-come linking the cable to the wetness clinging to her tightly-pursed sex. The line glistened in the eerie fluorescents of the Dome. "Pretty..." she mumbled. "Crono!" Crono shifted slightly . Slowly he turned his head, saw it was Ayla, and slid under his sheets in dull leaden terror. "Crono take nap?" That fine." Ayla shrugged. "Big feast tonight. You take nap, be ready. Asha be your guard." With that, a second figure stepped into the hut. Crono stole a glance. Hmm. Pretty, brown hair, green skins, probably from a Reptite, large breasts. State-of-the-art cavegirl. As soon as Ayla left, he peeked out from under his sheet, and waved to the guard. She smiled and walked over to him. "Asha my name. Asha be Crono's friend today, yes?" She laid her hand down on the bed, right where his thigh was. "Oh no, not again..." he croaked, and flailed about, trying to get up. With a yowl, the cavegirl Asha pulled some strange projectiles from her pouch and threw some at Crono. He found himself pinned to the bed. Turning his head left, then right, he saw that he'd been tied down by dual flint throwing-knives, connected with vines. Resourceful sadists, Crono fretted. "Aw no, don't do that!" Asha divested him of his sheets, then his trousers. In a short time his semi-erect cock was in her hands. "Crono has good cock, yes?" she pushed the foreskin of aforementioned appendage back, and stroked the darker, exposed head until it began to twitch upwards. Crono desperately tried to buck her off, but she'd settled her not-unattractive ass down on his knees. He was immobile again! Damn! Slowly his cock lengthened as his will weakened, and he stopped resisting. Soon the head of his fully erect cock butted against Asha's stomach. "Chrono only typical length, not as mysterious as Asha hears. Asha likes you anyway." She leant down and stroked the head with her cheek. "Asha not keep you long. Asha keep you ready for feast!" Crono wondered for a moment why he would need his reserves for the feast, but the wonderment was replaced with panic when she opened her mouth to accept his erection. Those fangs of hers were... way too... sharp... to trust... He felt Asha's front teeth brushing along the top of his prick, and soon her incisors fitting snugly on either side of it. Her tongue wrestled with the tip, occasionally just jabbing at the tip. It was heaven in there... He lay his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes. "Please be Marle, please be Marle, please be Marle.." he prayed and opened his eyes. Asha was suckling her very hardest at his cock, one hand circling the shaft with thumb and forefinger, the other plunging several digits into the cleft of her vagina. "Hey, you aren't Mar--" he made a stressed noise and blacked out as streams of his come jetted into Asha's mouth. He felt her chug it all greedily, and then he felt her rough tongue going over his cheek. There was a rustling and finally his legs and arms were free. "Crono rest here. Crono be ready for feast tonight!" Asha smiled tumescently at him. Crono rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head. "Eek! Froggie!" Marle was pressed against the wall, Frog's hands holding her breasts. "Forgive me madam, but young Crono shall surely wish purchase at thy bosom. Thou must expect such things." "Oh... okay... Just be gentle." The Frog's fingers clasped both of Marle's rosy breasts. Her nipples fairly bulged, plump and pretty, and pressing into his palms. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along both of them. This took a long time, but if Marle's ragged breathing was any gauge, this was not a problem. Leaving her breasts now, the Frog's grabbed at Marle's trousers and pulled them down to her knees, where they slipped off anyway. Marle giggled in embarassment as Frog tried to be as business-like as possible in his viewing of her pudenda. She was all-too entrancing. The bulge of her stomach betrayed a slight case of gluttony on her part, and lead into a long, flawless pelvis. Towards its end it subtly became a mound, it's hair shorn to a sweet fuzz by a very attentive groom. Her cleft peeked out from the slight indent at the base, just enough of it visible to drive a seeker of such things mad. "Thou'rt very beautiful, Miss Marle.." he choked out. "Really?" She timidl glanced at her all too youthful-looking muff and smiled, not making eye contact with The Frog. "That's just those maids. They like playing with my hair and dressing me up and all that. I feel like a doll sometimes." The thought of those bored, pretty and rather youthful maids running their combs and fingers over Marle's naked body and through her hair rather distracted him. Now, he decided, was the time to reveal his ace in the hole! Frog moved his chainmail coat aside, and brandished 10 inches of smooth green cock. Marle was speechless, which in her case meant that she didn't speak for several seconds. "Oh my! I thought froggies didn't even have any! I mean, um, I knew you did, but..." The Frog smiled broadly again. "I am still, of course, partly-human, madam Marle." He put a comforting hand on her shoulder and she felt his cock butt against her round little tummy. She shivered as it went lower... "I... No, Froggie." Marle quickly clasped her hands over her sex, and looked at him nervously. "Madam, I'm sorry, but don't you want..." Marle stepped aside and lifted herself up, unto his writing desk. Frog watched with interest. "I'm saving myself for Crono, Froggie. Please, will it work if you teach me this way?" Marle lay back on the desk, her legs spread. With one arm, she tucked her left leg up against her chest, and with her other hand she pulled her left buttock away from the other. Frog leant forward for a good look. Oh this was a silly dream! The delicate rose pucker of the Princess's exposed rear end was just begging for something to split it, ream it, make it strong. Frog's cock twitched in anticipation. "Tell me what to do, Froggie." she murmured. "Relax thyself madam. The penetration may be unpleasant - tis what we do afterwards that will matter." "Okay, go!" she squealed. And then she arched her back and squealed again with pain, as 10 thick inches of penis split her soft anus and spilled drops of her blood on the desktop. "Oooh, I made an owwie." she moaned. *Thou* made an owwie! Frog thought. Fiona curled up in her bed, and tried to sleep. Ah, she'd never manage it. She was too upset about her disintegrating forest, and too uptight without Marco. What to do, what to do... She clearly heard a customary mighty 'CRACK!' and saw a flash of light on the other side of the table in the centre of the room. She climbed out of bed to satisfy her curiosity. There on the floor lay a strange sceptre, a short thick staff, capped with a crystal shaped into a soft-pointed star. "Curiouser and curiouser!" her clitoris quipped. "Eeek! Stop it!" Fiona squeezed her mound as hard as she could, but it was only a temporary measure. The clitorises were talking to her again... Hmmm... Her eyes strayed back to the mysterious wand. It was pretty thick, and the star had very soft lines, no edges or points at all. "No, don't be silly!" she laughed. It wasn't right. "Yes!" she heard that voice from the dark side of her panties again... "It's right! Let me touch the shaft, feed the pointed star to my aching sister here!" Lucky my vagina isn't talking, she thought. Hmmm. Well masturbating, according to the nuns who'd whipped knowledge, tradition, and a lust for being dominated into her from an early age, was a gross defilement of her body and forest. On the other hand, her clit said it was okay. Soberly she swiped the staff off the ground, threw herself back into bed, and apologized to her forest. Sorry trees, but she had hungry vaginas to feed. "Alright! Push! Just a little bit..." Robo's tip poked the cleft of Lucca's rather dewy muff, and pushed it apart. Inexorably it advanced through the various folds and lips of a pussy's paltry security, until it reached a more definite obstacle. "Oooh, that was weird..." Lucca's voice cracked. "Shall I breach the obstruction, mistress?" Robo gazed with concern at her livid inner lips. "Ummm....! Um!" Lucca plunged into a bear-hug with her robot companion. As her chest slid down his, the hot cables and cold armour hammered painful, gorgeous feelings into her nipples. She closed her eyes and whispered "Go for it!" Robo pushed effortlessly through Lucca's hymen and squeezed a little further inside her. "Aah!" she whimpered, as the cool length of Robo's coax soothed the burning wound. It hadn't been too bad. Pain made her a little angry though... "'Kay, now, um, push back and forth a little, Robo." she rummaged around in her genitals for a few seconds until she found her clit, and adjusted her posture for optimum passions. "Give that some friction. Don't be too gentle, you get it?" "Acknowledged." Quickly Robo shifted a bit higher against the wall and let Lucca drop slightly. Then his shaft was pressing hard against her clit, prompting a breathless "Oh Robo..." from her. Then it occured to her that she could request whatever she wanted from this grateful, hang-up-less robot! Great! So what might be interesting... "Say Robo, got anything that you could, uh, put in... like... my.............. ass?" she giggled with embarrassment. "Perhaps, mistress." Lucca heard a whirring behind her. "It's just that, you know, I think new experiences are a good thing, and all that, so I'm taking the opportun--" "Yes mistress Lucca, I understand." Lucca felt more cold metal, this time prodding against her buttocks. "This is for transferral of encryption keys. Rival companies, you see." Lucca giggled. "Must have been a lonely lady who designed your model, Robo!" "I believe she was, in fact." Robo's strong arms grasped Lucca's buttocks and spread them, letting his second shaft prod at the tan entrance to her anus. With little trepidation, she pushed herself back and onto it. The slightly thinner shaft stretched her passage to it's limit, but didn't break it. It was as cool as the primary shaft, and soothed the momentary ache, while still defying the tight muscles clenched around it. "Yow! Hey, I *like* this!" She gleefully rode the two shafts, savouring the feelings. "I live to please you, my mistress." Lucca fancied that Robo was smiling at her. She lovingly kissed his eye again, and he was happy. "Dost thou feel unwell, Princess?" The Frog looked down at her with concern. Marle's eyes were shut and she was sucking her thumb sullenly. "'M fine, F'oggie" He felt the muscles of her ass twitch around his cock. She was obviously unhappy. But she'd asked him to teach her... The Frog's tongue flashed out and its tip brushed the rim of her oscitant anus, healing it with the Slurp spell. His tongue pressed into her perineum, sliding up to her pristine lips. Marle sighed around her thumb as the tongue passed between layers and folds, and hooked under to brush her clitoris. "F'oggie..." she smiled at him and accidentally bit her thumb. "Ow." "Truth be told, milady, there is little thou canst do wrong. But please take my meagre advice and directions." The Frog breathed deeply, incidentally expanding the air-sac under his froggie chin. Marle giggled. "Please milady, thou shouldst never laugh in the first instances of amour..." Frog pushed his shaft further into Marle's ass. She yelped and sucked her thumb again. "If thou laugheth, it may confuse or embarrass the young man, he might feel that he's done something wrong, even if his toils were flawless." Marle nodded and watched to see what he'd do next. The Frog gripped her thighs and leant forward. She squealed, a tear rolling down her cheek, as she felt his shaft pressing deep along her perineum, and her anus being jacked even wider open than before. It felt like he could fit his fingers in there as well and still have room left... Then he moved forward again and it got worse, for a moment. Then a burst of odd electrical pleasure burst through her lower body. What was that? She felt it again as The Frog pushed into her a third time. "Froggie, it's good! Keep doing that!" The Frog blinked. "Thou surpriseth me, Marle." "Eeya!... Why?" "I adopted this position as an example of how high Crono should be against thee when entering thy womanly cavities -" "Eeya!" "- I did not expect thee to derive any great pleasures whilst I am in your... hind orifice, as t'were." "Then... Then it's an extra benefit for me..." she sighed as again the head of his cock poked the wet pillowy flesh deep within her. Could it be? Frog thought. Could I have found the point that stimulates vaginal erogenous zones from within the... erm... most delicate of areas? He gave an experimental and strong thrust. Marle gasped and desperately clutched at her flushed breasts. The Frog fancied that he heard a jingling noise in the air. [Frog learned Technique, Secret G Spot! Finds 1 Devotion Tab!] Crono watched the party go on around him, mildly amused at the guileless folk dancing with abandon. They were rather good, and the thumping tribal beats sounded pretty good with the pipes. He could dance to this, definitely. He shuddered as he remembered that the last music he'd heard was the companion piece to Lucca's karaoke-singing robot. Silly Gato. Oh no, Ayla! The cavegirl strutted up to him, smiling fiendishly. "Crono drink some poi?" Ayla gently kicked one of her adolescent females, who hurriedly handed Crono a cup of the green potion. "Umm..." He shook his head, but Ayla grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. Reluctantly he let her drag him to the main podium. "Crono want red rock?" Crono nodded. "Okay. Crono beat Ayla in challenge, Crono get red rock. Deal? Crono hmmm-ed and nodded. If he lost this challenge, or whatever it was, he'd have to strike up a deal with them. God, he wished the girls were here. Or Robo, or The Frog... "Okay!" Ayla motioned for two people to enter the light of the stage. "Crono teamed with Asha!" "What???" Crono suddenly looked rather scared as Asha stalked out of the shadows and stood by him. "Ayla teamed with Kino!" An awkward caveboy walked out and stood next to Ayla. "Okay!" Ayla cried. "Person who give lifestream first loser! Person with greatest self-control winner!" Ayla blew Crono a kiss and he felt some cave people yank his trousers off and pull his shirt away. Before he had a chance to protest, his wrists and ankles were lashed to poles. He looked over to see Ayla experiencing the same treatment. His cock's exposed head fairly gleamed in the firelight, and soon he was hard simply from some of the spectators ogling at it. In a few minutes, Asha and Kino knelt down in front of their respective partners, and began to caress the genitals presented to them. Why does it always have to come down to coming in someone's mouth? Crono wondered. Asha was demurely kissing the tip of his cock, sometimes stroking it with her cheek. Her placid manner was really alluring, he wanted to come all over her face, right NOW, goddammit! "No!" his mind commanded. "Get the rock, find the girls, go to Melchior! Just think unsexy thoughts." "Yes! Unsexy thoughts!" Crono blocked out the vision of fellatial timidity before him and searched his mind. Well there was those little girls in 2060 AD, they were in pretty bad shape. He thought of one - The shopkeeper girl. Shy, hiding a pale, pretty face behind a ragged hood. Crono took it off, stroked her blood-red hair. Lifted her charred smock, tore away her worn-out panties, shoved his thick cock into her smooth little-girl muff, ripping her cherry, jacking her over the couter-top... HEY! Those thoughts weren't unsexy! Frantically his thoughts turned to Spekkio, the Master of War. Now there was an unsexy guy! All that magic, he couldn't really get anywhere with the babes, now could he? Just pushing ice-cubes into Marle's blazing pussy, dripping burning wax over Lucca's nipples, and -- Goddammit! He would never be able to keep his lid on if he kept thinking these things! Oh the shame! Oh calamity! Getting the dreamstone was a mission too great for him! Th-- With a scary yowl, Ayla creamed all over Kino's face. "Whew, saved by the yell!" Crono sighed. Asha got to her feet and untied him, and Kino did the same for Ayla. "Here, celebratory poi, Crono!" Asha offered him a cup of the said poi, which he drank gratefully. Wooooo.... dizzy. This was strange poi.... Celebratory, yeah... Ayla fell to her hands and knees and looked up at Crono, who was still naked and brazenly erect before her. She had an irritated look on her face. "Crono has great self-control. Ayla do whatever Crono want." "Marle?" Crono whispered. This poi... Confusing him... Confusing celebratory poi! "Ayla not Marle! Crono drank celebratory poi, maybe? Crono confused?" "Oh Marle!" Without further ado, Crono leapt atop Ayla and shoved hhis rigid cock into her rather distressed quim. With an "Aiiieeeeee!" of fury, Ayla tried to push him off, but he was too strong, confused, and horny. "Oh Ayla give up." she sighed, and creamed again under Crono's rough ministrations. The feast was back in full swing elsewhere, no-one particularly concerned about Crono and Ayla's actions on the stage. They had feasting and dancing and other good things to do! Eventually Crono regained rationality, and noted his position atop the weakly panting cavegirl. "Now how did I end up here?" he mused. He saw Kino dawdling around the fire which lit the stage. "Hey Kino!" Crono dragged himself and Ayla upright, and leant against the railing to fuck her standing. Kino turned to them, a longing look on his face. "Kino! Thanks for the oral sex!" Crono called. The boy looked confused for a second, then nodded. "You deserve a present. Um..." He experimentally slapped Ayla' bottom. With a squeak, he felt her cream yet again around his shaft. "If you want any parts of Ayla that I'm not busy with, then, um... go right ahead!" In moments he felt the impact as Kino hurled himself into a momentous tacklehug at Ayla's back and slammed his eager dick up her livid red asshole. Her scream eventually dissipated in the night air. "AYLA MUST DEFINITELY RETHINK SURRENDER SPEECH!!" "No hard feelings?" Crono asked, arching back. He was *really* gonna come soon. "No hard feeling?" Ayla yelped. "Crono has hard feeling in Ayla now! Ayla have very hard feeling!" "Well excuse me, but you did the exact same thing to me, plus you've had more orgasms tonight than I've had all day here!" Finally he stiffened and came. Unlike the mere ejaculations of the previous two encounters, this time endless high-speed volleys of white lava come cannoned out of his dick, splashing a little out of Ayla's ruddy vagina. Then there was a sudden loud 'ZAP!', the smell of ozone, and Crono vanished. Ayla fell forward, and was now bent over the railing. Kino now realised he was suddenly anally fucking the most deadly warrior he knew, without the backup of the second-strongest he knew. He chose that inopportune moment to spurt all his come deeply into her very sore jacksie. Hurriedly he leapt off her, but her hand grabbed his fur, just stopping him short. He could feel her sex-stained breath at his ear. "Ayla is going to clean up. Ayla is going to find Crono again. And Ayla is going to have very long word with Kino." She whispered that word to him. Kino looked puzzled. "Cir-cum-cis-ion is not long word!" Ayla just smiled and ran her nails down Kino's semi-erect penis. Lucca thrashed back and forth atop Robo's coaxes, wailing with abandon. "Robo! Oh, I love you!" She cried out in joy and came ever closer to her orgasm. "You're my love, come in me *now*!" First the encryption key sent frozen shocks through her, fuzzing her mind with its power. She watched with a little trepidation for his primary release... Prickly bursts shot from Robo's coax, dashing through Lucca's vagina in search of terminus. "Uhh! Uhh..." Lucca trembled in fear. She couldn't control her feelings, it was scary! Hot data flowed up into her, and then it suddenly exploded, the warmth of knowledge filling Lucca's womb. Silently, but very significantly, she orgasmed and her senses were overtaken by it. She arched her back and cried out before the scent of ozone filled the air, and Robo found himself alone. He looked around in puzzlement for a moment, then shrugged. He loved her, she loved him... he was happy. Slowly he felt the End of Time pulling at him, returning him to the warm sanctuary at the end of the universe. Robo wondered if Lucca would come back there soon? "Ugh! Ughh! Froggie!" Marle wailed in agitation. Frog wondered for a moment why so many girls sounded scared that they were about to come? It was frustrating! He stabbed with determination at that one point deep within her, and noted how his chain mail was weighing down on her mound too. That must be helping, he thought. The Frog came closer to climax, and stopped to savour the feeling of the sweet softness hugging his shaft. It twitched around him, the slightest movement a caress of his shaft. Without further ado, thick frogman semen burst from his cock and deeply into her. She whimpered, her hips reflexively jerking up for him. This crushed her dimunutive anus around his cock like a vice of marshmallows-- (keep an open mind, people!) --and he had no choice but to that spear most pleasurable point within her and SPLIT HER IN TWO! She screamed as he jacked into her ass at lightning speeds, and he could feel the thick liquids streaming out of her flowering pussy. He heard her voice again, stronger than before, still sweetly immature: "Thank you Glenn. You helped me out..." Then there was a smell of ozone in the air, and his table was bare, save for the stains made by her juices. He looked at them for a second, and smiled to himself. She'd finally worked it out. He sighed as he re-assembled his armour and strapped his sword on. He would leave tonight for Guardia Castle, he pledged, and teach the maidens within that pleasure could be found in the strangest of places. Am I a marshmallow dreaming I'm a vice? Or am I a Mystic who only sees what isn't there? Fiona liked a good koan to release her tensions every now and then. But humping the Gate Key was better, she thought. The leather-bound handle felt wondeful snuggled against her clit, and the star... oh, the *star*! "Thanks Fiona, you've scored a beauty with this one!" her clit congratulated her. Hmm, having a sentient clit wasn't so bad. "Aah!" she arched her back, sprawling across the bed. "Yes! Yes yes fucking yes!" She felt a rather fuzzy electrical 'bang!' from inside her, and the Gate Key was gone. Fiona frowned. "Y'know Fiona, if you have some varnish, you can go out and make a new one!" her clit suggested. "Bond with your forest and all that, hey?" She grinned and nodded. "That would be good." WHAM! Three time-travelling kids fell from the sky, and hit the ground with fleshy 'thud!'s. Crono looked around dazedly. Why was he back here? Why was he still naked? He looked around... Marle! Lucca! Why were they naked too? Fortunately their weapons were all still with them. He looked over and saw the Gate Key lying on the ground. Lucca awoke, groaned, and pushed herself up off the ground. Then she quickly surveyed her surroundings. "This is 650 000 BC, isn't it?" She gasped. Marle dashed over to pick up the Gate Key. "Hmm, sticky. Smells nice though." Suddenly she realised her nudity and frantically hid anything someone might like. Lucca did likewise. "I think we should go back for now and grab our clothes, okay? Mine are in Proto Dome." "Okay. Mine should be in Froggie's hideout. Marle smiled, her memories giving her satisfaction. "I think I'll get some from home..." Crono began, but was cut short by a blood-curdling yowl. With an enormous forward flip, Ayla appeared before them, clad in blood red furs. She looked pissed off. Asha was leashed to her, and she looked very ashamed. Crono caught a glimpse of a big bandaid slapped across Ayla's slit. Fair enough, he thought, but how was she meant to pee? He abandoned that line of questioning. No-one knows how girls pee anyway. "Crono left clothes in Ioka village." Ayla purred. "Crono come with me." "Okay then! Me and Marle will just go grab our clothes, and Crono can follow this nice lady." "Goddammit! Don't leave me h--" Crono watched as the young ladies jiggled to the top of the cliff and leapt through the Gate. "Well *shit*!" Crono frowned. Ayla smiled a very sharp smile at him. "Crono still want red rock?" "Uh, yeah, we need it..." his voice cracked. "Okay. But first..." she tugged Asha's leash. The cavegirl whispered: "Discipline." "Oh dear." he looked around. Nope, no other options. "Just close eyes and think of Truce." Asha smiled. "Any last words?" "Help?" And then Crono fainted. *FIN* I thank you. -- Tess