*****@*****

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