Fan Fiction ❯ Chrono Trigger - To Far Away Times ❯ To Far Away Times ( One-Shot )

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Volume 2 - Chrono Trigger - "To Far Away Times"


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|Chapter 1 - A Strange Happening|
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Crono couldn't beleive his eyes at the sight that spread out before
him. Although he had seen the construction for the Millenial Fair often
from town, he hadn't really paid much attention for fear of spoiling
the splendor before it was assembled.

He found it hard to concentrate on one thing as he carefully made
his way around the various tents and stands set up in the square. Some
kids brushed passed him, as oblivious to his presence as he was to
theirs. In one corner was a long tower with a bell on the top, most
likely a test-your-strength game. To the opposite, a large tent with a
sign that said "Haunted House -- This Way" emitted strange sounds every
once and a while. The splendors stretched all the way to the edges of
the forest, with a mysterious robot head towering over the trees in the
distance.

"Get out of the way!" A heavy voice shouted suddenly. Spinning
around, Crono found himself facing a charging knight in a rusty brown
suit of armor. His sword was sheathed at his side, but that made little
difference with the amount of momentum he was carrying. Forcing himself
back to reality, he snapped to action and dove out of the way a
split-second before the huge figure toppled over the spot where he had
stood in a desperate attempt to slow himself down.

As he clutched the nearby wooden fence for support, he felt two
more people rush by behind him followed by one bouncy little fellow who
darted right past as if nothing had happened. Turning his head, he
could see a small orange cat racing to catch up with the pack.

"Ah, shit." Muttered the soldier, who had stopped a short distance
away. He stared off down the path at the other racers, who were now
hopelessly ahead of him. "No win for Steel Runner this time around..."
he said with a chuckle.

Crono look around him and gulped at the sight of the large
racetrack that meandered around the fairgrounds. And he had blindly
walked right into it.

"No harm done!" chimed the Knight, as if sensing Crono's feelings.
"It's not like it matters to me. You might've disappointed a couple of
the spectators, though." he added, pointing to the crowd of
ticket-holders shaking their fists at the knight and their lost money.
"Just be a little more careful, kid." he finished before running off to
a nearby tent to prepare for the next race.

Taking the advice to heart, Crono quickly walked towards the other
side of the fairgrounds, hoping to find a quieter space to decide what
he wanted to do first. He sped past the weapons shop and looked both
ways before crossing the racetrack again which separated him from
Leene's Bell.

His previous encounter quickly forgotten, Crono absentmindedly
stared up at the towering structure, which stood at least 10 feet
taller than he. The large bell hung silent, awaiting it's next use by
the townspeople. He sat lost in thought for only a few seconds,
however, before he was rocked violently by a second collision in as
many minutes.

"Shit, no time..." he thought in the split second second before he
lost his balance. With no time to steel his body for the impact, he
immediately doubled over and smashed into the hard groud. Still
carrying momentum, his head snapped over the rest of his body and
struck the stone pathway hard, leaving him lying prone on his back.

Whatever had struck him this time had also followed him on his
downward plunge. No sooner had he come to rest then his assailant
plopped down right on top of him. Opening his eyes to try and catch a
glimpse of his assailant, Crono instead saw the most beautiful sight of
his brief life -- two bountiful breasts staring right at him.

Sweet-smelling lady's perfure wafted past his nostrils, confirming
what he'd already guessed. He'd not only been hit with 100 pounds of
flesh, but also with cupid's arrow. Eyes as wide as saucers, he
couldn't beleive his good fortune at the eyeful he was getting!

The woman's chest was resting flat on his own, pushing the twin
globes slightly out of their restraining robe. She wore no bra, thank
goodness, giving her admirer an unobstructed view of her exposed
treasures.

A slight groan emitted from the girl, and she gently lifted herself
up on her hands. As curious as Crono was to identify her, his eyes
were treated to a new feast. Now free to obey the laws of gravity, her
robe had dipped low enough for him to see her entire naked chest! Tiny
pink nipples capped the perfectly spherical mounds, and they swayed
gently back and forth in tune to their owner's light breathing.

"Like what you see?" an annoyed voice said. Snapping out of his
trance, Crono focused on the face that had just spoken to him. Her
long, blond hair was tied in a quick ponytail nestled on her left
shoulder. The complexion of her skin was truly magnificent, as if this
sparkling vixen had bathed in scented oil. And at the center of it all,
two large, beautiful, green eyes stared at him with all the splendor
of cut emeralds.

"Wow..." he whispered unconsciously in genuine amazement of her
true beauty. Unfortunately, the woman had naturally assumed he had
spoken of the wonders normally concealed by her clothing, and her
sarcastic smile turned to an outright frown.

"Yeah, I'll bet," she muttered, pushing herself up and out of the
way of Crono's roaming eyes. More for indignant effect than anything
she smoothed her robe over her front and reached behind to re-tie the
string tighter. Looking down at the boy who was still blindly staring
up at her, she huffed and extended her hand to him, helping him reach
his feet. "I'm Marle." she quipped. "The girl you just bumped into."

"What?" Crono stammered, taking a step back in the process. "But
you were the one who was..."

"Oh no!" Marle interrupted, feeling around her neck. "My pendant!
It's gone!" Gone too was her attitude, as she immediately dropped to
her hands and knees, combing the square for her lost trinket.

At first, Crono's eyes followed her cute little butt as she wiggled
around on the ground. The silky white robe she was wearing clung
duitfully to her small cheeks, leaving little to the imagination.
Insight, however, came quickly to the lad, as he thought of the debt
this wondrous beauty would owe him were he to aid her... Images of
bouncing titties and tight pussies filled his thoughts as he joined the
maiden in the treasure hunt.

It did not take long for so dedicated a mind. Crono found the
golden locket carefully concealed by some tall grass at the edge of the
path. Snatching it up, he scuttled over behind the searching girl,
getting one more close-up view of her rear before gently looping the
pendant over it's owner's neck

Feeling the familiar weight of her family heirloom, Marle spun
around on her knees and embraced her benifactor tightly. "Thanks!" she
exclaimed. Then, to Crono's great surprise, she wiped the smug grin
off his face by locking his lips to hers and giving him a long,
passionate kiss.

Once the moment was over, both of them were left staring curiously
at each other, unsure of how to get out of this awkward, but certainly
not alltogether unpleasant situation. Marle managed to break the
tension by emitting a soft giggle and brushing a stray lock of her hair
from her face.

"You know," she said. "I still don't know YOUR name..."

Crono's blank stare turned to a smile as he found a subject that,
quite frankly, was a little more his speed. "Oh, I'm just Crono." he
replied without thinking.

"Just Crono?" Marle added with a laugh. "Why, what else could you
be?" Her happy face belied the future tale which would soon unfold and
set his name in the history books.

***

Crono remained a perfect gentlemen for the rest of the afternoon
with his new acquaintance. He was nearly at a loss to stretch the
entertainment the whole day, for his companion rushed from event to
event constantly, as if not even the wonders of a Millenial Fair could
stem her attention span. She laughed with him in a soda-drinking
contest as one too many forced a burst of cola from his nose. Then,
over at the strength-testing tower, she cheered louder and louder
until he finally hit the bell.

And that was just the beginning. There were so many things to do,
Crono's mental map of the fairgrounds blurred into oblivion as they
rushed from corner to corner jousting with big robots, shrieking at the
haunted house, and even betting a few gold on the races. And Crono,
ever the opportunist, wanted to look his best by trying extra hard to
impress her. He had led a lost kitty to her owner, refused the old man
who had tried to buy the golden pendent, and waited patiently whenever
she needed to recharge her oft-depleted energy reserved with some
candy. By the time dusk began to creep over the skyline, he was walking
arm-in-arm with his girl, her head resting softly on his shoulder. A
passerby would most likely have mistaken them for longtime lovers.

Marle could see it happening that way too. Although she hadn't yet
revealed her true identity and the cloaked life it held, she felt
pretty condfident her actions had expressed her deep desire for a
relationship. "And I think he's the lucky boy who just might get a shot
at what's in my pants..." she thought with an inner smile.

Then, with all the tact of an incoming freight train, Crono
shattered what chance he had for making it with this blond bombshell.
"You know..." he started. "My friend Lucca has a booth all the way in
the back."

Marle rolled her eyes to no one in particular. "Oh really?" she
asked, feigning interest.

"Yeah!" Crono added, detecting what he thought was excitement.
"She's into machines and stuff. Like that big robot we fought over
there. She made that."

"Must be some girl..." Marle mused, becoming more disgrunted as the
conversation progressed.

Running his free hand through his hair, Crono thought for a second
before continuing. "I can't beleive I forgot about it this whole time.
She was pretty much the reason I got up so early to come here. Just
can't understand what came over me..."

Marle giggled at that last comment. "Silly me," she thought. "He's
so cute when he's confused. Like a puppy. I don't think I'll have to
worry about any competition as long as I keep him close."

"What?" asked Crono with a smile. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing!" she replied, silencing his thoughts with a quick peck
on the cheek. "I was just thinking to myself. So, let's go see this
friend of yours."

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|Chapter 2 - Secret of the Forest|
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Lucca's section of the fairgrounds was quite out of the way, set
all the way in the back alone by itself. Apparently the city council
hadn't thought much of the crowd-drawing power of her "matter
displacement" device, or hadn't understood it. Either way, she was
sitting on one of the two platforms looking very dejected as Crono and
his girl approached. Upon seeing her best friend, she immediately
perked up.

"Oh Crono!" she exclaimed loudly. "Where have you been, I thought
you were coming right over!" She seemed quite frightened at his
tardiness, and obviously hadn't even seen his lady friend standing next
to him.

"Um..." he stammered. "Sorry, Lucca. I got kinda busy." He was now
turning bright red from embarassment. The purple-haired scientist
peeked at Marle from the corner of her eye, her suspicions confirmed.

"I see..." she quipped, making not the slightest effort to hide her
disdain for this newcomer. "I'm sure he already told you," she added,
extending her hand to Marle. "I'm Lucca. GENIUS extraordinaire." She
looked to the sky and covered her mouth with her hand, as if to shy
away from any praise and adulation.

"Charmed." Marle said flatly, and curtly shook hands.

Inside, Lucca's brain was turning somersaults. Her mental
capacities were obviously much greater than the physically superior
blond girl. With a sly grin, she quickly figured out how to get this
rival out of the picture. "Marle..." she cooed gently. "No one else is
willing to try my new teleportation device. Why don't you show Crono
how brave we ladies are and give it a whirl?"

Marle was aghast in horror at the thought of stepping into this
strange machine, but her hesitation allowed Lucca to steer the
frightened girl over to the transportation pad and dash away towards
the operating panel.

"Crono..." she pled. "Are you sure this thing is safe?" The pod was
already starting to sparkle with energy.

"Of course!" he replied with no thought whatsoever. "You'll be
fine." As soon as he finished, the twin pods were encased in a bright
flash of light. The entire crowd shielded their eyes, and were amazed
to see the girl had actually traveled from one transporter to the
other! A flurry of applaude greeted Marle as she appeared. Then, as if
she had been confident all alone, she did a quick curtsey and flashed
Lucca a devilish wink. Unbeknownst to her, however, her golden locket
had begun to give off a faint glow...

"Well, I'll be damned, it worked." Lucca muttered to herself. Then,
seeing Marle rush over to the other side again for a repeat
demonstration, she knew her plan had not failed. Now she could get some
quiet time with her man while this bimbo was off in her old
self-centered world. "Let's go, Crono." she snapped, dragging the dazed
boy away by the ear into the forest surrounding the fairgrounds.

She worked herself up as she trampled deeper into the woods, amid
yelps and complaints by her obedient follower. "How could he!" she
mused silently. "After all I've been to him, and he just forgets about
it because of some tits."

After they had walked in quite a ways, and were well out of sight
of the fairgrounds, she let go of him and pushed him roughly up against
a nearby tree, leaning on it with both hands surrounding him so he
could not duck away. "So, do you have something going with this
floozy?" she demanded.

Finally realizing the reason for her sudden outburst, his face fell
into a convincing sigh of relief. "Of course not." he said, looking
deep into her blue eyes. "She doesn't mean anything to me. You're the
one I love, Lucca. I'll always love you."

Tears began streaming down the girl's face and she dove into his
arms in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed. "I'm sorry I
doubted you." Crone gently rubbed her back in sympathy as she got the
last bit of tears out. "It's just that I got so frustrated when you
didn't come and then I saw her with her hands all over you."

"I was just being a nice guy." he lied. "She was alone, and wanted
someone to walk around with. She's not even my type. Way too
self-centered."

Seeing that even Crono had been able to match her abilities in
perceiving Marle's true self, she was convinced his motives were
sincere. Standing straight up, she allowed him to escape. Her eyes
fell, staring at the ground while she shuffled her feet, not exactly
sure how to proceed from here. Taking the first step, Crono gently took
his hand and brushed the tears away from her pretty face. "I know
you're only jealous because you don't want to lose me. And beleive me,
I'll never let a hottie like you go." With an impish grin, he deftly
squeezed one of her breasts through her thick shirt.

"Oh..." cried Lucca, the soft moan washing away the last of her
sorrow. "So, you still wanna do... what you came here to do?" Eyes
wide, Crono nodded slowly. "Okay then," she sniffled. "You don't mind
if I leave this on..." she started, pointing to her jacket.

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable." responded Crono, knowing
full well how self-conscious she was about her breast size.

"Well then," Lucca said after a deep breath. "Come on in..."
Stepping back, she unbuttoned her shorts and tucked her hands in her
panties, sliding both of them to the ground in one swift motion.

Her pussy was covered with liberal amount of purple muff. Scattered
amongst the hairs were small droplets that could only be her escaping
juices. "Hmm..." said Crono as he ran a hand through the patch. "You
were really waiting for this, weren't you?"

"You bastard!" she replied in half-jest. "Since this morning! I've
been so hot, waiting for you..." Smiling, Crono took his other hand
and hooked it around her neck, dragging her into his body for a deep
kiss. Lucca was one step ahead, however, as she grabbed his face with
both of her hands and thrust her tongue against his own. As both of
their heads ran swimmy with passion, Crono spun his lover around so
her back was now to the tree, and could support the lewd action which
was about to unfold.

Lucca tore herself away from the frantic tongue-dueling and opened
her eyes. "Don't make me wait any longer." she panted. "Please...
now!"

Happy to oblige his partner, he unsnapped his own pants and lowered
them to the ground. Both of them stared as his long penis quickly freed
itself and rose to its full height.

"Would you like the honors?" he asked. Without a word, Lucca
grabbed the pulsating member and placed it at the entrance to her womb.
Feeling himself slide into place, he wasted no time in slipping it in
her. Although the two had made love at least a hundred times, Lucca
was still a developing girl, and remained just as tight as the first
time she had let Crono penetrate her. She always liked him to go in
easy at first, and then pick up the pace once all the way in.

Jerking her hips from side to side, she slowly pulled his cock into
her waiting hole. The walls of her wet passage throbbed in protest at
the large invader, put she paid no need. Soon, the shaft was fully
inside her. Both of them had watched the process, never quite getting
over the amazement of watching her pussy stretch to accomodate such a
large object. As Crono looked on, Lucca ran her hands over the bulge
in her lower belly, knowing what it was inside of her. She tentatively
squeezed her crotch muscles, watching his tool bounce from the
stimulus. Looking back up at him, she giggled at the playful moment in
the midst of such a serious frame. Getting back to business, Crono
silenced her laughter with another kiss as he pulled out a bit for
another thrust.

***

The teleportation device was very exciting and fun to try out, and
Lucca's father Taban sent Marle through a dozen times before she felt
the novelty beginning to wear off. Besides, after twelve straight
trips through the air, the crowd was eagerly waiting their own turns at
the machine. After a final bow totally devoid of humility, she stepped
off the pad for the last time and ambled over to where Crono and Lucca
were.

When she actually looked at where her friend had been standing
minutes ago however, he was of course, gone. "Geez, some people just
can't handle not being the center of attention." she thought, letting
the irony of the situation slip right past her. Turning to Talan, who
was quite busy setting up the device for another run, she asked where
they had gone. Her only response was a quick shrug before another blast
of light rocked the scene. She scanned the crowd, wondering if any of
them had seen where Crono had run off to. A single man had heard her
question and made his way towards her. The look in his eyes was one
Marle knew well. He obviously thought she was a VERY attractive person.

"They went off that way." he said, nearly falling over himself as
he pointed towards the thick forest that surrounded them. "TOGETHER.
Right after you finished talking to them." Marle narrowed his eyes. Not
at him in particular, but he was scared enough that he night have
offended her that to back off.

"The nerve of him!" she huffed out loud. "He doesn't know what he's
throwing away for that flat-chested bitch!" she added silently.
Fuming, Marle stomped off into the foliage after them.

***

If the longtime couple had been doing anything other than engaging
in noisy, passionate sex, they would have noticed a girl making all
sorts of racket as she pounced through the forest. Under her heavy
feet, twigs snapped and leaves crunched, but none of those sounds
reached either Crono or Lucca. In fact, Crono had just decided it was
time to speed things up. After a few short minutes of light thrusting,
his partner was becoming like putty in his hands, using just enough
strength to hold herself up and the rest to repeatedly contract her wet
tunnel. With Crono's heavy panting and Lucca's moaning, it was hard to
ignore how mutually pleasurable this little action had to be. Taking
advantage of the trance-like state his lover was entering, Crono took
his lover completely by susprise and pulled all the way out before
slamming back in as hard as he could.

Lucca let out an scream as she was penetrated in the deepest
reaches of her innermost places, nearly doubling over from the
fantastic feelings that coursed through her body. The commotion also
startled Marle, who hadn't yet discerned the source of the odd sounds.
When the last tree that stood between them was cleared, Marle's mouth
dropped open at the scene. The sweet, puppy-like boy she had come to
known all afternoon was now a completely different person, grunting and
heaving as he ceaselessly pounded his cock into Lucca's hungry pussy.

At first shocked, her confused feelings quickly turned from anger
at the "witch" who'd seduced her sort-of boyfriend, to Crono. "He had
no right letting me on like that when all the time he was planning on
screwing that goofy scientist." she thought angrily. Unable to think
clearly, she turned away from the erotic scene only to find that the
boy from the crowd had followed her!

"What are YOU doing here?" she demanded, back to her old bossy
self. The boy, however, was far too engrossed in watching Lucca's
glistening folds flutter as a rock-hard dick pistoned in and out. Marle
stood there with her hands on her hips until he managed to tear his
eyes away from the action going on mere yards away to the girl he had
chased through half a mile of forest to see.

"I'm sorry..." he stuttered in response. "I just wanted to see what
was going on, that's all."

Meanwhile, Marle's mind was racing for ways to get back at the boy
who's toyed with her heart. She had an idea, but it wasn't going to be
easy. Turning her annoyed frown into a coy smile, she started sizing
him up. "What's your name?" she demanded.

"Uh, it's Fritz." he replied. "But how can you ask me something
like that when this... this..." he trailed off, pointing to the two
lovers.

Marle quietly placed her hand over his mouth. "This... is your
lucky day, Fritz." She said in the sexiest voice she could muster.
While he stood there trying to figure out what she meant, Marle had
dropped to her knees and begun to open Fritz's fly. As he was
noticeably aroused from the scene before him, his own member was by now
fully erect. As she lowered his pants to the ground, it sprung out,
bouncing off her nose before coming to rest pointed squarely at her
lips. "Well, allright then." she said with a smile. "I see you don't
waste any time." With that, she opened her mouth wide and slipped it
over his penis.

She'd never done anything even remotely like this, of course. But
Crono had made her so angry, she was blinded by rage into doing
anything to make him feel jealous. It was much harder than she thought,
and her first attempt made her nearly gag. But she was a quick
learner, using her tongue to coat it in a slick sheen of saliva and
thus make it easier to take in. She didn't even try to go down all the
way, figuring she was being nice enough as it is anyway. He should
enjoy what he's getting.

Fritz, however, couldn't care less about how far she was willing to
go. All that mattered was that this was the happiest day of his life!
First, seeing sexy Lucca moaning and writhing while she got her pussy
plugged. Then, out of the blue this magnificent beauty starts blowing
him! It was almost enough to make him want to shoot his load right
there, but he also didn't want this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to
pass by so quickly.

Forcing himself to think of mundane tasks, like stocking the
shelves in his dad's store in Truce, or setting up the tent at the
fairgrounds, or a gorgeous, big tittied young girl wrapping her sweet,
tight lips around his... "No!" he thought to himself. "I've gotta hold
out!"

"Hey," called up Marle after a pause. "Could you kinda sit down
now? My knees are starting to hurt..." Fritz happily obliged, settling
down on a nice rock. His stiff cock bobbed up and down before Marle
could grab hold of it again and return it to her hot orifice.

***

Meanwhile, Crono and Lucca were still going at it hard and fast.
"Geez," thought Crono. "If I keep this up, I'm gonna blow before she
gets off. He leaned in to his love, pausing to get a close up look. Her
eyes were glazed over again from the constant mind-blowing pleasure.
He was so close he could feel her heavy breath on his cheeks as she
moaned when each thrust came home. "Do you wanna do it on the ground
now?" He asked softly. Lucca moaned louder in agreement. "Good." added
Crono. Then, leaning over so his lips were right at her ear her
whispered, "So I can take you from behind like I know you love it."

"Oh, Crono!" cried Lucca softly, turning to him. "You're so dirty!"

He jammed himself completely inside her again, not wanting to risk
breaking their fleshy bond while they changed positions. Grabbing
Lucca in his arms, he gently slid the two of them down the tree and
onto the forest floor.

"Oooh..." sighed Lucca as her bottom touched down. "It's cold,
Crono. Hurry!" She wiggled her but halfheartedly on the cool grass.

Continuing on, Crono lifted her right leg in the air and moved it
over his head. Lucca took the hint and rolled over onto her stomach,
leaving her crotch still impaled on his cock. As he began to move in
and out of her once again, Lucca propped herself on her hands and
knees, rocking back and forth as they fucked. Letting her head drop,
she looked at the scene upside-down, watching his tool slam deep
inside her and bulge in her belly.

***

As hard as he tried, Fritz could not hold out forever against
Marle's gentle ministrations. He also has the dual stimulus of watching
Lucca's sweet, purple snatch get repeatedly assaulted while she had
absolutely no clue he was there. He was going to cum soon, but he knew
if he didn't say anything, she would probably have to swallow it. The
thought excited him to the breaking point, and he reflexively started
stroking her ponytail. Sensing what was about to happen, Marle pulled
off his wet cock, leaving her right hand on the shaft to continue
stroking. With her left, she snapped the buttons off the top of her
robe and let it slide down halfway, exposing her beautiful breasts.

His hands grasped desperately for her shapely mounds, and one
groping limb barely found it's target as the tinglings reached a
crescendo. Giggling as she felt him hang on to her boobs in support,
she closed her eyes and awaited the torrent she knew was forthcoming.

While giving a blowjob to a town commoner was rather unusual for a
princess of the Guardia throne, Marle was still a lady at heart, and
cum-streaked hair was not something she wanted to deal with. Still
stroking Fritz's long tool, she pointed it towards her chest just as
the first spurt emerged. It landed square in her cleavage, but the
others followed no such trajectory, landing every which way. On her
breasts, her nipples, and even her robe. Some had so much force they
blasted clean over her shoulders and into the underbrush behind her.
With the warm fluid splattering all over her, Marle loosened her grip
on Fritz and his cock flew back to it's natural state -- pointed
straight at her face.

When it was all over, there wasn't a single uncovered part of her
body that didn't have semen on it. She fell back in horror, wondering
how she was going to explain this.

***

Crono had built up a tremendous amount of stamina and willpower
from all the practice he'd had, but even he had a breaking point.
Without breaking stride, he leaned over again, resting on her back.
"Are you ready?" he asked her.

"I thought you've never ask..." she panted. "Make me come!"

And with that sign, Crono let loose, powering into her with such
force her vaginal walls nearly tore from the impact. His mind raced,
conjuring up the dirtiest thoughts he could in order to make this fuck
one to remember. Memories of past encounters flooded through his mind.
Sneaking into Lucca's house in the early morning to wake her with a
surprise fuck, doing it in the town square in the middle of the night
while the village was asleep, and especially their first time... a
magical union amongst the stars when then finally expressed their true
feelings for each other.

That last one was it. It always was. Once Crono started reminiscing
back on their first encounter, it sealed his fate. Bucking back and
forth like a wild animal, he pushed in as far as he could go and fell
over onto Lucca. She let herself collapse onto the ground as his
spasms brought her own climax to a head. Screaming at the top of her
lungs, she came at last, mixing Crono's juices with her own.

Both of them stayed motionless for the duration of their mutual
orgasm, their bodies merely shuddering as an anticlimax to the violent
forces which had brought them to this state. Completely spent, Crono
rolled over, bringing his love with him. She lay on her back on his,
their organs still intertwined. Her legs were spread out lewdly with
absolutely no desire to cover herself as the proof of their love ran
seeped out of her and onto the forest floor.

"Christ, Lucca." uttered Crono, softly rubbing Lucca's butt. "I
think you scared the animals with that."

Lucca could only smile and murmur approval as the wonderful
afterflow overtook her consciousness.

***

The inevitible discovery of each other was greatly sped up at the
sound of approaching footsteps. Fritz, Crono, and Lucca were too spent
to have any sort of conscious thought. Marle, however, was more
worried about people seeing her then getting her own release. Hearing
people coming, she stood up and tried to run off. In her haste,
however, she could not get her balance, and tumbled backward into the
clearing a short distance from where Crono and Lucca were resting.

Approaching flashes of bronze confirmed her most awful fears, and
soon soldiers of the Guardia army burst onto the group. Their thick
helms fortunately shielded the princess from the obvious sneers at
catching their majesty in such a compromising position. Of the four,
two broke off to tend to the princess while a third grabbed a very
disoriented Fritz and dumped him uncerimoniously into Crono and Lucca,
who were beginning to stir.

One of the princess' escorts approached the fourth man, who was
standing off to the side in a position of authority. He spoke low, but
Marle was still able to make it out. "Do you want to bring the wagon
out here?" he asked his superior. "The King might not like it if he
found out we dragged his daughter through the town... like this." he
added, pointing to the unmistakable evidence.

Laughing, the Sergeant waved his hand at the soldier. "You don't
have to worry about that." he responded. "I'm sure his majesty will be
so angry at what we found her doing, nothing we could do could possibly
compare." He whispered the next bit to his subordinate, who nodded in
agreement. She hadn't heard what it was, but Marle knew enough about
the soldiers from the warnings her attendants had often given her. The
squad members would likely be in for TWO promotions if they could
inform their comrades about the precious sight that was able to march
straight into Guardia castle -- the virgin princess' fabulous bare
breasts.

A sudden scream pierced the air as Lucca came to and saw six
mysterious people gazing at her naughty bits. She sat up and reached
for her shorts, but a nearby soldier stepped lightly on her hand,
shaking his helmeted head. "You walk as you are!" he growled. Lucca let
go of her garments and shied away, curling her feet up to hide her
naked treasures.

"Let's do this quickly, men!" barked the sergeant. Immediately, the
two guards holding the princess started off towards the fairgrounds.
They hadn't gone more than two steps when one emitted a loud yell and
fell to the ground.

Releasing his grip on the guard he'd just tripped, Crono leapt to
his feet and yanked his pants up, which were luckily still around his
ankles. "Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded of the
sergeant.

Letting loose another chuckle, the man smiled inwardly at the puny
boy's courage. "Very well," he said. "I'll tell you. We're returning
the princess back to the castle and arresting the rest of you for
kidnapping and rape."

"What?" he exclaimed, realing quickly how extraordinarily bad this
seemed. "She wasn't even with us!" he stammered. "I don't even know how
she got here."

The fallen soldier had risen up now and struck the boy with the
blunt end of his sword. "That's for assaulting a soldier of the Guardia
army." he grunted, spitting onto Crono's prone form.

"Easy, corporal." warned the sergeant.

"Anyway," continued the corpral, changing the subject. "We have
several eyewitnesses who saw you with Nadia all day. You are SO dead."

Realizing the futility of struggling further, Crono offered no
resistence as the sergeant came over to personally escort him. Marle,
or Nadia... whoever she was, was a few feet ahead of him, and he could
hear Lucca and that strange guy being dragged behind him.
"Now look what she's gotten me into..." Crono thought.


/-----------------------------\
|Chapter 3 - Courage and Pride|
\-----------------------------/


"Dammit!" Marle thought. "I can't beleive this!"

The day hadn't gone well at all. As soon as her father heard she
was carousing not only with a street commoner, but with *three* people
in total, including a GIRL, he absolutely lost it. His voice was so
choked with rage, the guards whisked each of the four criminals away
and out of His Majesty's sight before he said something he would
regret. They separated the boys and girls in different cells of the
castle's dungeon, and although she knew where she was, she hasn't a
clue about Crono, or the other boy. She knew her father was not one to
make rash decisions, and tried to convince herself this as merely an
inconvenience. Surely he would understand as soon as she got a chance
to explain the situation.

Her gaze roamed off into space, trying not to focus on the
assortment of torture devices strewn through the room, no dobut in
disuse for centuries. She happened to glance at Lucca, who was chained
by her hands to the low celing, like Marle, only on the opposite wall.
Marle snickered inwardly at the little tart, whose naughty bits were
still on display to the world. The princess had been able to at least
cover her boobs with the tatters remaining on her robe, but Lucca had
been forced to leave her shorts and panties behind. Just about everyone
in Truce had seen her wet, purple muff, and the telltale remains of her
recent activities running down her legs.

As she looked further at the bound girl, faint traces of remorse
started to surface in the princess's conscience. Sure, she's been
fucking a boy Marle liked, but she could hardly be faulted for that.
And having to parade through town like that... must've been
embarassing. "Come to think of it..." Marle thought. "She hasn't said a
word or even looked at me since the guards left. I hope she's okay."

Of course, Lucca was not okay. She and Crono had done it so many
times it was as common to her as eating breakfast, but the shock of not
only being discovered, but being embarassed in front of all those
people was too much for her. She hung limply by her wrists, staring
blankly at the ground, hoping the blonde-haired girl couldn't see the
silent tears streaming from her face.

The sounds of heavy footsteps interrupted both girls' thoughts as
someone descended the stairs outside the cell door. They were at the
very bottom of one of Guardia's three towers, and it took an eternity
for the clanking soldier to make its way down. "It sounds funny..."
Marle thought offhandedly. "Sounds like alot of them coming. I wonder
what's up..."

With a defeaning creak in the silent room, the door flew open,
sending tiny streams of dirt falling from the stone ceiling. The
Captain of the Guards stood in front of a large group of eager-looking
soldiers, including the sergeant from before. "Ladies," he began. "We
have a winner!"

Lucca just sighed to herself as Marle looked on perplexed.

***

Crono lay down in his cell, his hands raw and chafed from trying to
pry the rusty door off it's hinges. Unfortunately, it was much sturdier
than it seemed. As he looked at his aching hands, he suddenly heard
footsteps coming down the hallway. Stiffening up, he rested against the
wall and shoved his arms in his pockets, putting on his most apathetic
look possible. "I'll be damned if I'll let these guys pin this on ME!"
he groused angrily.

"Hey, twerp!" A guard barked, kicking the metal door with a loud
clang. "His Majesty was kind enough to send a priest for you."

Crono's ears perked up. "What's this guy getting at?" he wondered.

"Better take advantage of your last rites before you get executed
tomorrow." the soldier snicked.

The spikey-haired boy's heart dropped like a stone. He knew he
might be in trouble for all this, but this was the first time he
realized just how seriously King Guardia was taking this. Nearly
quaking, he looked over to the outside, and was surprised to see a
familiar figure in a blue robe. He was the old man from the weapons
stand at the fair, his expression hidden behind thick, black glasses.
"What the..." thought Crono.

Before he could ponder this stranger any further, the old man
loosened his robe and let it swing open. At his side was a gleaming
blue sword, hanging gallantly from his belt. The lumbering prison guard
was busy trying to unlock the door, and had his back turned to his
soon-to-be assassin. Without warning, the blade leapt into its masters
hands and slid between the guard's plate-mail, piercing the unwitting
soul through the heart. With not so much as a gurgle, the armour-clad
bully fell to the floor with a loud *thunk*.

Acting quickly, the weapons dealer snatched a set of keys from the
corpse's gloved hands, jamming each of the keys in the door before one
finally clicked, allowing the door to swing open.

"Well, come on boy!" he ordered, surprised the lad was still
sitting down on the ground. "Can't you see this is a rescue?"
Encouraged by his gruff tone, Crono sprang up, nimbly stepping over his
fallen captor and into the dungeon hallway.

"Take this!" the man muttered, tossing a broadsword from the ground
into Crono's path. The boy caught the blade mid-flight, flourising it
wildly in an attempt to show just how helpless he wasn't.

"You may have talent, but you still needed me, didn't you?" The old
man chimed in, as if reading Crono's mind. The boy stopped, and
guiltily turned to face his savior.

"You're the man from the fairgrounds." Crono finally said. "But why
would you risk yourself to come save me?"

"The name's Melchoir." the swordsmith replied, still bent down
examing the body. "I'm a good friend of Taban. As soon as he found out
his daughter was here, there was no stopping him from rescuing her." He
paused. "And you, too." he added with mock annoyance. Melchoir finally
found what he was looking for, lifting a necklace from the guard's
neck. A large master key dangled from it.

"And if we don't hurry up and get out of here, all my work will be
for naught." the old man said. Jamming the key into his pockets, he
grabbed Crono's arm before speeding back the way he came, the poor lad
trailing helplessly behind him.

***

The pair hadn't gone far when a soft voice from the middle of a
long block of cells called out Crono by name. The boy stopped suddenly,
peering into the darkness.

"Crono, it's me!" the girl cried. "You gotta get me out of here!"

"Eileen?" the boy replied incedulously, recognizing the voice of
his childhood friend. "How did you... what are you doing here?"

"Uuuugh!" the girl said flusteredly, moving closer to the iron bars
so Crono could get a clear look at her. "I tried to plead with the King
to let Fritz go, but he threw me in here instead! Now hurry up and open
the door before the guards see you!"

He quickly obliged, snatching the key from the unsuspecting
Melchior's pocket and popping the door open. Immediately he was greeted
by Eileen's long, curly red hair swirled in front of him before her
bright face smashed into his with a deep kiss. Dropping the key in
surprise, he held onto the girl tightly so her momentum wouldn't knock
him over.

"Hey, over here!" interrupted another voice from the adjacent cell.
Melchior grabbed the key from the floor and shifted over to unlock
Fritz as well.

"Thank you." the redhead said with a grin after breaking off. She
leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear. "I owe you something
special, honey." she cooed, smiling even more deviously.

"Eileen," Crono stumbled. "You know I can't."

Her face fell flat and annoyed. "I wasn't going to fuck you..." she
quipped. "Just a *small* reward," she continued, back to her seductive
self. "And I won't tell Lucca if you won't."

"But here?" Crono shot back, actually thinking over the offer.

Eileen gently took one of Crono's hands from behind her and pressed
it to her green shirt, feeling his heart jump sharply as his fingers
wandered over her concealed bosom. "Once we get out of here, Lucca will
have you wrapped around her little finger." she said slowly. "And you
won't get a chance to play with these."

Still embracing the stunning beauty, Crono craned his back back to
see a very annoyed Melchior glaring at him. "Do we, um.... have some
time?" he asked swimmily, blinded by the large mounds pressed into his
handa.

The swordsmith sighed and shook his head in despair. "Five
minutes." he relented. "After that, they'll come looking for us."

"That's enough!" Eileen chimed in excitedly as she dragged Crono
back to the dark corner of the cell. Peering over his shoulders, she
shot a dirty look at her brother and shifted her eyes over. Fritz got
the message and wandered off down the hallway. Melchior did likewise in
the opposite direction, preferring solitude instead of awkward silence
with Fritz if he was going to have to listen to the two of them go at
it.

***

"First thing's first." Eileen said, dropping to her knees. "My
present to you, hero!" Her hands went straight for the boy's pants,
gingerly unbuttoning them as the underwear beneath tented steadily with
Crono's growing erection.

The outer garments dropped to the floor, and Eileen licked her
lips, red as her flaming long hair. She hooked two fingers in the
waistband of Crono's briefs, sliding them down his legs as his penis
flew past her face to point straight up in the air. Grasping it with
both hands to bring it down to her face, she paused to look at Crono's
eyes, transfixed on her.

"I've always had a crush on you..." she said sweetly before licking
the entire underside of his shaft. Crono buckled at the feeling,
unprepared for her teasing. His hands felt antsy, so he gently ran his
hands through her curly locks as she darted her tongue around his stiff
pole, coating it in saliva. Finally, she gave him blessed relief by
puckering up and swallowing his penis in one gulp.

Her skilled lips wrapped eagerly around his hard shaft, massaging
all sides as she plunged it into her mouth. Crono could feel his balls
churning already from her expert tongue and stared at the wall, trying
to prolong this magnificent gift by distracting himself. As she
duitfully sucked him, she took his hands from her fiery mane and placed
them at the neck of her shirt. Then, she pulled her upper clothing down
to her waist, daintily removing her arms from her sleeves and freeing
her breasts from their confinement.

Crono wasted no time in feeling her bountiful chest. Since Lucca
usually kept her shirt on when they made love, it was always "touch but
don't look." He reveled in the feeling of seeing her ample chest quiver
and sway with each touch of his fingers.

And Eileen knew it. Slowly withdrawing her lips from his slick
penis, she gave the bulging head one last suck, nearly forcing Crono
over the edge. Her hands made their way up to his hips, edging him over
to a wooden bed attacked to the wall. He got the idea, sitting down and
wondering what was coming next.

Grinning broadly, Eileen took her large breasts in her hands,
thrilling herself with the show she was putting on. Her eyes locked on
Crono's, she lowered her head and lovingly licked the vee between her
breats. When her mounds were sufficiently wet, she scooted over to the
seated boy, rubbing her boobs together in anticipation. As Crono
watched with utmost interest, the girl let his engorged member slip in
her cleavage, shaking with extreme arousal.

Wanting to actually DO some titty-fucking before it was too late,
Eileen thrust her breasts up and down, stimulating Crono's cock from
all sides. She was at it for no more than thirty seconds when this
hitherto forbidding technique conquered Crono. Grasping her hands in
his, he helped her pump his shaft as he erupted violently in the air,
his cum splashing all over her face and breasts. The readheaded vixen
just giggled, lapping up all that was in her tongue's reach before
going down on him one final time to stem the tide from his pole. When
her succulent lips emerged, his shaft was exquisitely clean.

"Oh, yeah!" panted Crono, immensely pleased. Eileen could only
smile at how happy her body made people. She wriggled back into her
shirt, pulling it over her head momentarily to use it to clean her
face, not at all minding letting his seed soak into the fabric.

"Now..." she said, matter-of-factly as she tucked his deflating
member back into it's home and re-buttoned his pants. "Won't you be a
gentlemen?"

"What do you mean?" inquired Crono, his face still red.

"You can't just leave a lady hanging, Crono!" she replied, standing
up close next to him. She lifted her matching green skirt, revealing a
pair of white panties with a large wet stain on them.

"What!?!" exclaimed Crono. "I thought you said you didn't want
to..."

"Uuugh!" Eileen cried, frustrated. "Just finger me..." she added
slowly, taking one of his hands and slipping it through the side of her
underwear. Her glistening red pubic hair peeked out, much to Crono's
delight. He's always suspected, but still, seeing was much better.

He gingerly placed a finger up to her wet hole, unconsciously
thinking he had time to really make this good. But Eileen knew better.
"Fuck..." she thought. "He'll never get me off doing that, and I need
to come!" She grabbed his limp wrist and jammed it in her as far as it
would go, his tiny digit finding its mark.

"Ohh..." she panted, her bright face breaming. "That's nice.
Keep... oh yeah!" Crono caught her off guard as he deftly flicked
another finger into her steaming channel, ramming them into her with
increased tempo.

"So you like it hard and fast?" chided Crono, really getting into
this. Eileen nodded her head furiously, her red locks bobbing up and
down. The boy took his other hand and slipped it through the other side
of her moist panties, finding her sensitive nub by experience. Slipping
her another surprise, he took her clit in his fingers, pressing lightly
on it to emit a great cry of pleasure.

"Oh God, yeah!" Eileen grunted, the sharp spike making her feel as
if she was about to let loose a waterfall from her cunt. "Oooh, that's
it!" she continued, nearing her own climax. "Harder! Faster!"

Crono did not want to displease the lady, so he upped the stakes
the only way he could think of. He let go of her clit and pumped her
slit with both hands, alternating thrusts so her sopping snatch was
being bombarded by four different fingers. In no time she was howling
as her body started coming. She fell forwards, grabbing the wall for
support in the knick of time as her gash poured our liquid, fully
soaking her panties and even dripping into the floor.

After it was over, her face was as flushed red as her hair. She
gently pulled Crono's hands out of her overloaded pussy, bringing them
to his lips. He licked her juices off his fingers as she apparently
suggested, pleased at the taste, but sorry he had to spoil his palette
with honey other than Lucca's.

"And if you ever want to taste me again..." Eileee trailed off,
sliding her wet panties off and stepping through them. She held them up
in front of them before leaning over and depositing them in his pocket.
"Of course, you know where to go if you want the real thing, though."
She lifted her skirt again, giving him an unabashed view of her naked
vagina, before quickly ruffling the material over herself with a wicked
grin. Crono just returned the grin and sat up, following his newest
conquest out to the hallway.

***

Finally able to leave, Melchoir hustled the group out of the
dungeon, climbing up their tower to the midpoint, where long stone
bridges connected the three spires behind the castle. He scanned the
facade below him for only an instant, his sharp eyes quickly finding an
easy path down the outside of the tower. The three kids behind him
followed their rescuer's bidding, slowly descending over the edge and
down the fifty-foot cliff. Crono's grip was not as sure as the others,
and he almost slipped on serveral occasions, but he forced himself to
keep going until he felt his feet come to rest on the sweet, grassy
ground.

Collapsing onto the soil, he broke out into a cold sweat, allowing
himself to shiver at the amazing feat he'd just forced himself to
endure. "No time to rest, now." said Melchoir, pointing off into the
distance. We've got to rescue the girls!"

"What happened to them?" inquired Crono, rushing to his feet to
follow the old man.

"They're locked in another dungeon." the swordsman added. "Taban is
going to save them, but he'll need our help! Turning to Fritz and
Eileene, he thought for a second. "You should go home now. I don't want
you involved any more than you have to be." The two nodded in
agreement, Fritz pulling his sister as she leaned over to give Crono
farewell kiss, her eyes trailing his as she fled off into the forest
towards Truce.

Crono steeled his face as he bolted to catch up with the old man,
already on his way. Hell, if this was going to be a rescue mission, he
might as well look the part for his girl!


/----------------------------\
|Chapter 4 - A Shot of Crisis|
\----------------------------/


"And just what the hell do you mean by that?" Marle quipped to the
Captain, annoyed he was letting her languish here.

"There you are with your high and mighty tone." the Captain droned.
"Just so you know, you've been disowned by His Majesty. You're no more
than a common girl now." Marle's prissy face dropped at that comment,
even though she still didn't beleive it. "And tomorrow you're to be
executed along with those other hoodlums, for disgracing the Guardian
throne."

"You can't be serious!" she stammered, nearly shrieking. While she
stood there, lost in a mixture of betrayal and anger, two of the
smaller guards emerged from the doorway, keyrings held tight in their
hands. As she looked at their smiling faces, they quickly unshackled
her arms, freeing the ex-princess from her bondage. Knowing the
futility of trying to squeeze past the group of soldiers, she simply
stood there, rubbing her aching wrists. Composed, her guise returned to
its natural, annoyed state. "So why are you unchaining me now?" she
demanded.

The Captain let out a deep roar at the comment. The poor, sweet
blonde girl had absolutely no idea what was in store for her. Out of
the corner of his eye, he sneaked a peek at her companion, head hung
low and motionless since they arrived. "She's gotta be the smart one."
he thought. "She knows what's coming."

In a flash that surprised everyone in the room, the captain grabbed
Marle by her hips and tossed her onto his shoulders. Dismayed, the girl
had no choice but to hold as the Captain marched her around the room,
finally seeming to settle onto something to drop her onto. She felt her
behind smack down on something hard and wooden, and she quickly
realized what it was -- one of the "racks" used to torture prisoners by
stretching them. Today, however, it was going to get a much different
use.

She wiggled halfheartedly as the Captain tossed her rougly onto her
back. Before she could protest, the two soldiers with the keys appeared
behind her and whipped her frail arms into an arm and a leg restraint
each, so she was laying sideways on the contraption, with her legs
dangling off the edge.

"Do you remember when I said we had a winner?" The Captain said to
her with a manaical grin. Marle nodded slowly in fear. "Well, it was
me. I'm going to be the one that takes your precious cherry!"

Marle gasped as the weight of what was happening slammed into her
guts like a hard punch. She frantically tried to escape her new bonds,
but that only served as fodder for the soldiers' laughter. The Captain
got to work quickly, grabbing her dress and pulling it towards him,
easily ripping the makeshift knot Marle had tied at the top. With
little effort, he tore the fabric in two down the front, flinging it
off her body and into a dark corner of the room.

Thinking quickly, Marle tried to attack the man with her only
unbound limbs. Her forgotten legs lashed out cruelly at the Captain,
catching him off guard with a swift blow to the helmet. The soldier
stumbled back, now enraged at his beautiful prey. On her next swing, he
grabbed both of her now-bare feet, her slippers having escaped her in
the stuggle. Sliding in close, he nestled both her slim legs against
his sides, holding them in place with his elbows.

Now in control again, he rougly grabbed her panty-covered butt and
lifted her crotch up to his face. Marle winced not only from the
unwelcome groping, but also from the awkward position which placed her
entire body weight on her shoulders.

"Mmm..." the possessed man sighed, taking a deep breath of her
pussy. Marle shut her eyes as he opened his mouth, taking the delicate
white garment in his teeth and slowly pulling it off her legs, allowing
her body to come to rest on the rack again.

The other soldiers were already crowded around the scene, soaking
in the sight of their former majesty's wonderful bare breasts. This new
glory, however, quickly drew their attention. Marle's lightly fuzzed
pussy slowly came into view as her undergarments were removed, dry as
the wood she rested on. Still, that did not stop the gawking
subordinates from feasting their eyes on her long-hidden royal body.

Marle moaned unconsciously as the Captain trailed a finger up and
down her slit, now completely resigned to what was about to happen.
Nothing the man did now was going to arouse her, however, and her pink,
rubbery labia quivered helplessly as thought it new of the burning that
was about to come. Staring blankly at the ceiling, she didn't even bat
any eye when her captor ceased his touch to step back and disrobe. His
breastplate and mail pants slammed onto the floor, followed by the rest
of his clothes.

Although she did not want to see what was about to happen, she
would have no choice. The Captain motioned for his subpordinates to
lift her head so she could see herself being deflowered. His massive
cock loomed menacingly near her virgin passage, hanging in midair as
its owner let the terrified girl watch. Then, unwilling to delay his
reward any longer, the Captain placed his palms on the wooden rack,
leaning forward to let the head of his member gently press against her
bare quim.

"I've been waiting so long for this day." he whispered softly
before pulling back and ramming into her with precise accuracy. His
thick shaft shot into her innermost places like a hot poker in her
unmoistened tunnel, plowing through her sacred barrier and coming to
rest deep inside her belly.

At first, the bound princess could only feel an intense burning.
She screamed as his cock slid into her, trying desperately to back away
from it to no avail. Without wasting time, her forced lover began
furiously pumping in and out of her tight, hot tunnel. The girl's royal
blood, which had for sixteen years protected her womb from her lustful
protectors, now served as lubrication for the man raping her.

"Ahh! Ahh!" the blonde girl cried in pain as her innards were
relentlessly stabbed by this long invader. Small tears formed in her
eyes as she realized the splendor of her first time was being taken
from her in such a way.

"No, please!" she sobbed. "Oh, it hurts!" The man ignored her
pleas, completely lost in his own world. Each time he slammed into her,
it felt as if his member was parting steel instead of her fleshly
vagina.

"Damn, you're tight!" grunted the soldier, pausing a second only to
push in with full force and drive himself even deeper inside. Marle
would have probably wallowed in her sorrow for much longer had the
eager Captain not suddenly reached his peak from this sudden action.

With a loud bellow, he grabbed her shoulders and leaned on top of
her, pounding her sensisitve muff with all-out vigor. Her intense cries
of protest were muffled as the man shoved his tongue into hers,
greedily sucking her mouth and tasting her salty tears. This drove him
on further, and he began pulling all the way out before slamming back
in again.

Marle felt as if her tender slit was going to rip apart under this
forceful bombardment, but it was almost over. Breaking off his kiss, he
smiled at her crying face. "Here it comes, princess." he panted,
immediately emptying his load into the horizontal girl's awaiting
pussy. Numerous blasts flowed into her, most being soaked up by her dry
vaginal walls, but a few strong squirts made it all the way through and
seeped into her womb. The horror of becoming pregnant from this escaped
both of the lovers. The guard didn't care, and Marle was too
disoriented to think.

At last spent, the oozing cock slid out of her, greeted with a
chorus of cheers from the other soldiers, who could now take their
turn. Marle sobbed uncontrollably as the Captain forced her legs open,
displaying her abused slit to the roomfull of prying eyes. "Was so
tight I thought she'd squeeze my dick off!" he roared with glee. When
he finally left her alone, she attemped to close her aching legs to
hide the evidence of her first fuck, but was unable to keep her worn
limbs in any position for too long. Before she knew what was happening,
another guard had already removed his own clothes and thrust his own
shaft into her now-slick passage.

She sat there, motionless except for the bouncing her body made
each time the guard's hilt smacked into her tender vagina. Her tears
were slowing now as Marle realized the futility of resisting anymore.
"Untie her so we can all see!" she heard the sergeant's voice pipe
above all the others. Her new molestor slid all the way in, leaving her
feeling full and stretched as her arms were coaxed out of their
restraints. She felt herself lifted up, and reflexively hugged the
guard so she wouldn't fall. They both made their way to the ground, the
soldier on his back and Marle lying on top of him, still impaled on his
cock.

"Go on girl!" barked the seated Captain from a corner of the room.
"Ride him!" Unwilling to risk defying them, Marle slowly got up on her
knees and started thrusting up and down on the meaty pole, surprised
how quickly she had gone from being raped to actively fucking her own
captors. She let out a moan as the shaft slid in deep, her full breasts
bounding seductively up and down. She wasn't sure if it was still pain
or not, but the princess found herself moving perceptively faster and
faster and panting with intensity.

Realizing suddenly that her eyes were closed, she opened them to
get a view of the cheering crowd, and was aghast to see Lucca's limp
form on the other half of the chamber being rougly groped by a group of
soldiers. Apparently the ones on the end of the line didn't feel like
waiting, and were going to have to get off in someone before they bust.

The soldier below her suddenly stiffened and emitted a cry,
grabbing her jiggling mounds as Marle felt the now-familiar tingle in
his pistoning member. With an inner smile, she gently squeezed her
folds together, causing the pulsating cock inside her to erupt
violently, coating her soft tunnel with another helping of sticky
fluid.

In the midst of all this forced sex, she found a little relief in
knowing she could control her attackers. It was short lived, however,
as the spent guard lifted the petite beauty off him, freeing her
cum-dripping slit. She was quickly handed off to another soldier, who
laid her on her back and immediately thrust his waiting penis into her
sopping hole. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms and legs around
this new lover, her hips moving with a mind of their own.

Marle moaned as the soldier's cock sparked previously unawakened
levels of pleasure, her vagina coated in enough sperm to finally throb
hungrily with each thrust. Her face was red and flushed while she
panted heavily. "Oh... Oh..." she cried, becoming more aroused by the
second.

"Mmm, yeah." the soldier grunted between thrusts as he penetrated
her roughly. "I think she's starting to like it!" Marle only gripped
him tighter, the pounding in her body reaching a crescendo. She hated
herself for loving this, but there was no stopping her body's need for
what was about to happen. Her fingers started turning white from
grasping her mate so hard, both legs locked in a deathgrip on his back.
From behind them, the few remaining soldiers watched with anticipation
for their own turns as the princess' body finished servicing her
current partner. With a grunt, the soldier on top of her emptied
himself all over her crotch, her tight cunt simply unable to hold any
more.

"Ahhh!" Marle cried with intense relief, feeling something
wonderful sweep through her. "This must be it..." she thought,
referring to her impending orgasm. Suddenly, she felt as if she was
flying, the only part of her body with any sensation was the four
inches of her pulsating vagina.

By the time it was over, her lover had already disengaged, and she
was desperately trying to catch her breath. Marle was so lost in the
afterglow, when the next soldier cuddled up to her and pointed his
member towards her juicy snatch, she could only open her legs wider to
allow him easier access.

***

Lucca, however, was still locked in her woeful mindset, not knowing
her lovely body was calling out to the soldiers to be released by a
mind-blowing orgasm. After watching the Captain blow his seed in the
blond beauty on the other side of the room, a few soldiers decided not
to wait. Three of them had descended on her frightened form, tearing
off her vest and shirt while she cried softly, feebly trying to force
their invading hands off her.

After undoing her shackles and lowering their new prize to a seated
position on the ground, Lucca stopped struggling and relaxed as one of
them spread her legs. Her purple hair parted way, revealing an
already-glistening slit. "So, got wet watching your little friend get
stuffed, did ya?" teased her captor. "Well, you're next!" With that, he
shoved a wiggling finger into her dripping passage.

"Unnngh!" she cried suddenly, snapping her head forward to see what
was going on. Although she and Crono had done it literally hundreds of
times, she couldn't recall him ever fingering her. It wasn't entirely
unpeasant, but she had to remember what was really happening to her.

"No..." she said unconvincingly, trying to keep from panting as he
violated her.

"No?" came a voice from her side. She turned her head to look, and
another soldier immediately shoved his tongue into her mouth. Lucca
tried to mumble a faint response, but was silenced as her lips
intertwined with his automatically. Another man began rubbing her small
mounds with both hands, kneading them dilligently as her pulse
quickened.

Seeing his victim was losing her will, the one at her pussy took
his hand out of her and quickly undressed, tossing all but his helmet
to the side. Then he rolled her over on her side, snuggling up close
for what Lucca knew would come next. The other men holding her broke
off and began disrobing as well as she felt the stiff penis beside her
poke at her folds. Using one hand to grab her behind and pull her onto
his shaft, he unmasked himself with the other. To her horror, it was
the sergeant who had discovered her in the forest. Gasping, she could
do nothing as he placed both his hands on her tiny butt, pulling her
closer to him until the head of his penis pierced her tight labia,
allowing the entire monster to sink inside with relative ease.

Lucca moaned heavily as his meat filled her tummy, bringing the
all-to-familiar feelings back to her gaping hole. "I'm sorry, Crono..."
she thought, ashamed at feeling any pleasure from being raped. The two
hands massaging her butt were soon joined by two more wandering palms
which came up from behind her and squeezed her nipples gently, while
the man manipulating them let his shaft slap playfully on her
buttcheeks.

"No..." she protested halfheartedly to her new assailant. "Not in
there... I've never done it in... mmmph!" Her words were silenced by a
third soldier who had kneeled down by her face and was slowly feeding
his member into her mouth. Her eyes nearly exploded out of her head as
she frantically tried to learn how to deep throat him before she
choked.

While she was distracted, the guard behind her seized his
opportunity. Spreading her smooth butt apart, he lined his cock up to
her puckered hole and slammed into her unsuspecting body, prompting
another round of sobs from the girl as her last remaining virginity was
taken from her. The pain was momentary, fortunately, and in no time she
was bobbing her head and bucking her hips back and forth while she rode
the three shafts, unable and unwilling to do anything else.

***

The fuckfest continued for hours, the group of soldiers resting
between their conquests before the sight of these poor girls in the
throes of orgasm compelled them to have another go. Since the guards
doing the princess didn't want to waste a precious load in anywhere but
her rosy pussy, Marle got to take her time, rocking gently as each man
fucked her, climaxing herself on every third or fourth cock. She didn't
seem to mind at all pausing as her gaping tunnel openly invited another
man to fill her up, picking up precisely where she left off the moment
another shaft plunged deep inside her.

Lucca had no choice in her own style of coming, though. Although it
took some time for the triple assault to really do anything for her,
when her first orgasm finally arrived, she came like a banshee,
flailing wildly as she tried to jam herself into all three shafts. Her
forceful screaming vibrated along the pistoning cock in her mouth,
causing it to uncontrollably spew cream right down her throat. Her
pussy and ass contracted tightly with her climax, allowing the other
two soldiers to deposit their sperm inside her as well. Spent, she
collapsed into a sweaty pile, moaning lustfully and totally at their
mercy.

After that, the purple-haired girl got a break. Now that every man
had gotten off at least once, there simply weren't enough stiff rods to
pleasure more than one of her orifaces at a time. The awful thoughts of
being "raped" were long faded away now, and she enthusiastically
positioned her body as the soldiers asked.

First she sauntered over to a sitting soldier, his penis proudly
pointed at the sky. He grabbed her hips, lowering her love hole to his
eager shaft. Her slit dripped nectar all over him, anticipating another
wonderful time. At the last second, he surprised his young nymph,
pushing her foward into his lap and plowing his cock straight into her
butt. It definately came as a shock to Lucca, but a pleasant one
nonetheless. In no time she was bouncing her petite rear into him,
sighing while she used her hands to fondle her breasts and cunt.

And after quite a few fucks on her back, Marle was ready for a
change of pace, diddling her clit nonchalantly as her new love knelt
down and flipped her around. His rough hands swept over her bare
buttcheeks, wiping away the dirt that had accumulated from sitting on
the dungeon floor. Then he lifted her crotch in the air, spearing her
puffy mound skillfully as it came to the height of his cock. Marle knew
instinctually what to do, moving on her hands and knees to brace
herself for doggie-style sex.

It went on like that for some time. No words were spoken as the
guards and girls alike fulfilled their most primal desires. Lucca felt
a second hot wad of cum flow into her butt, and was quickly hustled off
to the rack, where another eager man jackknifed her over the platform
and plowed her pussy from behind. Marle erupted in a symphony of moans
as another orgasm took her, only to be forced up against the wall
moments later as another eager cock took advantage of her.

Lucca got off real good from her current man, grunting and heaving
as he poured another load of cum into her purple-clad hole. And
thankfully, too, since her next two partners sought pleasure from her
experienced mouth, leaving only her busy hands to pleasure herself
with. Just as she finished her second blowjob, she caught sight of the
princess slide off the wall onto the floor again, sperm dribbling out
of her overused slit before another rushed over to take her in that
position.

There's no telling how long the teenage beauties would've kept on
servicing the squad of guards, or which group would even give out
first, if not for a newcomer to the scene. Unbeknownst to the soldiers,
who were obviously far too busy screwing the daylight out of their
charges, another guard slowly opened the cell door and made his way to
the unused back of the room, looking quite of-out-place with his suit
of armour still on.

By now, Lucca was on the rack again like Marle had been at first,
with her delicate feet up in the air. Someone was plowing away in her
tender passage while another rubbed her pert breasts, eagerly awaiting
his turn. "Oh, oh." the girl moaned. "I'm coming!" The newcomer
shuddered softly at the sight of this girl writhing in pleasure,
turning away quickly to look at Marle, who was busy riding another
shaft as she tongue-kissed her next-in-line.

The stranger finally managed to wrench his sight away from this
disturbing, if also highly erotic scene, to focus on the task at hand.
He took a small device from a cloak draped around him, pointing it at
the far wall and watching the readings fluctuate. He knew his actions
would not go unnoticed for long, so he hurried his calculations as
quickly as possible.

But he was already discovered.

"Hey!" barked the man thrusting into Lucca. "What are you doing?"
He stared at the stranger only a few seconds before his girl's tight
folds worked their magic. His concentration broken, he came messily
inside the grunting female, his shaft eventually poking out and
spraying her pubic bush with his seed.

That was all the time the spy needed. Whisking out a beeping,
disc-shaped piece of metal, he slapped it onto the wall and rushed over
to the rack, lifting up a very limp Lucca with one hand. With the
other, he grabbed one of Marle's arms and tore her away from her own
vigorous mating, shuttling the two naked vixens rougly into the corner
and diving down on top of them.

The real guards stood perplexed at this strange turn of events, but
they did not do so for long. A brilliant plume of smoke suddenly filled
the room amid a blast of rending stone. Those that were standing were
immediately struck with debris, and collapsed to the ground in pain.
The others were too blinded by the dust to even move, and watched
helplessly as the figure in the corner got up with a girl under each
arm, carrying them through the freshly-made passage outside.

***

Throwing his head to the side to allow his helmet to slide off, the
mystery guard revealed himself to the men waiting outside. Just as
Crono and Melchoir had hoped, Taban had predicted everything perfectly,
and his rescue operation was a success, emerging right where he told
them he would. So far, so good.

"GATO HELP." added the huge metal beast standing next to them, the
reason the group had been able to break through the castle wall.
Sensing impending trouble, the bronze-clad robot lumbered over to the
gaping maw of the dungeon tower, wedging his body into the hole amid
cries from the trapped soldier inside.

"They're probably more concerned about losing their toys than
anything." said Melchoir grimly, the first one to actually realize the
duo had been quite violated. Crono caught on quickly after the
swordsman's comment, his eyes wandering over his love one's body in
shock. She was covered in sweat and come, both her own and stranger's.
As Taban swiveled to make sure the soldiers could not follow them,
Crono could clearly see the man was holding a daughter freshly fucked.
The white goo flowing from her purple flower could be nothing else.

Rage came swiftly to the boy, and before either Melchoir or Taban
could stop him, he stepped quickly over to where Gato stood, drawing
his pilfered sword. Melchoir watched on in amazement as Crono's anger
flower through his body, becoming strength. With a dazzling display of
swordsmanship, he hacked brutally into the thin gaps between the
robot's body and the stone, his blade finding its target each time. The
aim was deadly and true, and those soldiers who persisted in chasing
after their prized prisoners cried in dismay as they were hacked to
pieces. It did not take long for the few remaining in the room to
quickly disengage and flee back up the stairs, much to Crono's
displeasure at not being able to finish them off.

He turned around, his chest heaving with rage. Taban and Melchoir
said nothing -- clearly he had done nothing wrong in their eyes.

"Quickly," Taban uttered, breaking the short silence. "We must be
back to Truce." He looked under both his shoulders, since he'd had no
chance yet to make sure the girls were unharmed. Satisfied they were
okay, if only a little unconscious from their ordeal suddenly catching
up to them, he turned to Crono, already walking ahead with Melkor. "Can
you help me carry her?" he called out, referring to the princess.

Crono rushed back, and grabbed Lucca from his arms instead. Taban
did not reply. Although he knew his daughter would need consoling when
she awoke, he realized her lover would probably be able to to better
than he would. And after all, he'd known about his daughter and Crono
for some time, and approved. The muscular father brought the sleeping
Marle to his shoulders, trying to be as gentlemanly as possible, but
unable to carry her without touching one of her private areas.

Lucca stirred for a moment as Crono held her like a baby in his
arms. Seeing her true man's eyes, she sighed contently and rested her
head on his blue tunic. Her own eyes shut before she could see Crono's.
She had never seen him cry, and didn't want to. But she could feel the
teardrops falling on her naked body, trying to cleanse it of the sin
she'd just committed in liking what was done to her. "Why... me?" she
thought before unconsciousness took her.


/----------------------\
|Chapter 5 - Good Night|
\----------------------/


The group was well inside Guardia forest before Taban suggested
they stop for the night. The long way that took them around the guarded
road by way of the wilderness was slow-going, and he knew they would
not be able to get to the town until tomorrow's midday. That brought
the risk of being spotted as they trekked across town to find a safe
place. Therefore, the father had suggested they halt in the darkness
and rest until the next evening, when they could sneak into a friend's
house under cover of darkness and arrange transport to Porre or even
Medina across the ocean. It was no use denying the fact -- they were
certainly wanted criminals now.

He had seen to dressing the girls and restoring a small bit of
their dignity as soon as they had entered the dark eaves. Marle was
glad in Melchoir's heavy, bluish robes. Lucca had taken her father's
vest and used it to cover her top. Crono's shirt served a makeshift
upside-down set of shorts, the obviously loose hem tied around her
waist with his neckerchief while her legs poked through the too-large
arm holes.

Taban had noticed right away how her purple fuzz was clearly
visible through the neck hole. Trying hard no to stare at his little
girl, he poked two holes in the collar with a pocketknife and threaded
the opening together with a pair of shoelaces. Now at least the two of
them looked halfway decent. "My poor baby..." he thought to himself.

Luckily for the maidens, they remained asleep for quite a few
hours, their minds languishing through nightmares while their rescuers
carried them along. It was a grueling task, but with short breaks every
hour or so, Crono and Taban found themselves able to endure the burden
while Melchoir alternated between scouting out up front and guarding
the rear of their march.

Now they were seated on the forest floor, utter blackness
surrounding them. The sword dealer had managed to coax a small fire to
provide enough light to see by, a necessary evil since it increased
their chance of being spotted. Melchoir went back into the darkness,
scrounging up more tinder for the tiny blaze. Crono and Taban lay on
their backs, feeling their aching muscles throb in protest of the day's
exhaustive effort.

The men were all tired, but the ladies were unfortunately wide
awake now, and all alone with their thoughts. Lucca rolled over as soon
as she became conscious, a few feet from where Crono had placed her.
His arms welcomed her, knowing she would need to come to him
eventually. She buried her head in his chest, feeling his arms pet her
soft purple mane as she sniffled. They were far enough away from the
others that her whispers wouldn't carry, and she had to say something
to him... anything.

"I'm so sorry, Crono..." she sobbed softly, feeling her hot tears
stream out of her eyes. "The things they did to me..."

Crono grabbed her tight, muffling her cries with his body. Without
even glancing at her, he told her what had been on HIS mind the entire
trip. "I... took care of them." he replied.

"What do you mean?" Lucca inquired coherently, her mind distracted
from her troubles by this odd remark.

"I killed them." Crono answered, still in disbelief of what he'd
done. "Every one of them." he continued flatly. "I made them pay." he
said the last remark forcefully, as if his actions had needed
justification.

"Thank you." said Lucca, as if a great weight had been lifted from
her soul. "They... what they did... I had no choice... they made me...
like it." The truth came in gasps from her mouth, almost like an
apology.

"Don't ever say that." Crono interrupted. "It's not your fault. And
I'll find some way to fix it." Lucca cried releived at her man's
baseless words. "But how?" he pondered. "How can I undo the past?"

***

He didn't have long to think about the seemingly solutionless
problem, for the cogs of fate were turning for our hero in ways hidden
from even the mightiest of seers. At the End of Time, a wizened old man
named Gaspar was about to unwittingly be born into a role that would
intertwine his fate with the five people resting in the forest.

Deep within the earth, a lifeform had been waiting for 65 million
years for an opportunity like this. Although his vast alien brain had
been able to foresee many possible outcomes from his repeated meddling
in the surface world via the time gates, none of his plans had yet to
come fruition. But this finally seemed to be the one. It was time for
Lavos to reverse the cruel twist of fate that kept him trapped in this
molten prison.

Crono and the others sat by, woefully clueless as universe they
inhabited suddenly screamed in horror before being violently
obliterated. They didn't even know that their old selves had been
brutally erased from existence only to be recontructed instantaneously
as the great river of time simply changed course to flow down another
path. The alien beneath them had been the first of this planet to
change the course of time. Although nature had decreed the humans above
would soon be captured and executed by the rapidly arriving Guardian
Army, it could not could stand against one with the power to manipulate
destiny. The world would have continued on in relative peace and
harmony for the remainder of its days, but not now. Their lives came
with a horrible price that would soon be discovered.

"I hear something." Melchoir said suddenly, leaping from his spot
and covering the fire behind him with a kick into the dirt. "Dammit!"
he cursed, hearing the faint sound of trotting hooves in the distance.
Drawing his sword would be pointless. Even with the element of
surprise, it was not likely he'd be able to defeat an armored rider.
And who knew how many of them were coming?

"Let's get going." Taban noted grimly, lifting Marle gently by the
arm and coaxing her into a standing position. "Can you run?" he asked,
hoping for an affirmative.

"Yes." she replied softly, brushing off her backside unconsciously
from laying on the forest floor. She peered into the night around her,

lost as the others were in deciding which way to flee. "I think I see a
lake..." she offered helpfully, pointing off towards the mountains at
the north end of the continent.

"Well, I'll be damned." Melchoir replied, gazing into the blue haze
that now clearly stood out along the background. "Whatever it is, we
might as well heal for it instead just sitting here. Let's go." His
hurried decision spurred the group, sending them off crashing through
the forest towards the mysterious object.

Crono led the way, with Lucca limping beside him quickly. "It's
really bright..." he pondered silently as he approached the source of
this blue haze. "What the hell could it be?" As if heeding his
thoughts, a sglowing blue sphere seemed to leap out at him from the
darkness. Instinctually he jammed his heels into the dirt, spying a
large hole in the ground looming before him. The others rushing from
behind followed suit, momentarily perturbed by his sudden halt. But
only for the moment before they sighted the object that had captivated
the lad.

The blue ball sat hovering motionless in the center of a large
depression in the earth. The soil around it was loose and smooth,
looking neither natural or artificial. Simply as if a great force had
taken a large portion of the earth and made it disappear. It was almost
as mysterious as the shimmering globe above it, silently illuminating
the surrounding wilderness.

"Whatever it is, it can't save us..." Lucca sighed cynically,
looking away. The approaching thunder was getting louder, and the men
drew their weapons one by one, turning to face their unseen foe. None
of them noticed Marle clamber down the embankment as if entranced,
craning her hand to see the bright object above her. Little did she
realize her pendant was beginning to glow softly in the presence of
this long-awaited reunion. While the others fought back the fear that
gripped their bodies, the pendant and its owner stood tranquil in a sea
of aqua, as if they were the only things on the great planet.

When the green stone on her chest was close enough, it sprang to
the mysterious object above, suddenly unable to resist the calling of
the timestream. It all happened so fast, not even a single thought
sprouted in the space between the gemstone touching the outer edges of
the gate and when the five humans found themselves sucked into the void
between the worlds.

Consciousness seemed to draw out in all of them, as if there
actually was time to pass in this river of traveling souls. When they
materialized instantaneously on the other side, they all crumpled to
the ground, feeling as if they'd been asleep for a thousand years.

At the same time, an old man seemed to appear before them along
with these strange surroundings, although he of course had been
standing still the entire time. Now he had a pointedly excited
expression on his face. "Melchoir?!?" he nearly shrieked in exultation.
"Oh, I thought I'd never seen you again!" Before the weaponsmith knew
what was going on, he was picked up off the ground embraced by the
stranger. His mind worked slowly as it returned to life after eons of
disuse, but the name came to him after a few seconds.

"Gaspar, old friend!" he exclaimed, returning the hug at the
realization of who this was.

***

The explanation took the better part of two days. It always did.
Whenever someone stumbled through a rip in time and ended up here,
Gaspar would warmly welcome them to his abode, and spend however long
as was needed to acquaint them with the knowledge he had discovered. He
had been, after all, the first human to experience time-travel. That he
knew of, anyway. There could have been others who had come to this
place before him, but he would never know.

Crono and the others naturally had an unending number of questions
once they had been given the quick version of what had happened, so
Gaspar bade them to come out of the timegate "corral" and into the main
part of his home. It was merely a floating platform drifting
ceaselessly through the universe, decorated with various trinkets that
had accompanied other lost travelers. But it was home. There was alot
to talk about too, so they might as well get as comfortable as
possible.

He bounced wildly from subject to subject for hours, waiting for
someone to ask about his favorite story. When Taban finally wanted to
know how the guru had arrived here, he launched right into the tale,
excitedly recalling how he had been tinkering with something called the
Mammoth Machine, which the beloved Queen of his sky city had built as a
gift to the poorer people of the era. He was disappointed to later find
out from a previous visitor that that heathens below had violently
rebelled against their providors soon afterward, destroying the kingdom
of Zeal and casting the world into a dark age which had still not been
healed 13,000 years later in their time.

When Melchoir sensed it was time to change subjects, he did just
that. "So how'd you make this place?" he queried.

"It was the wood that really jump-started the project." Gaspar
began, sweeping his arm around to the collection of oddities
surrounding him. "Some poor guy building the Guardia bridge around 590
or so suddenly saw a gate appear mid-span, and the fool touched it.
Took him and half the bridge with him. After that, I had solid ground
to walk on. Much better than floating around, I'll tell you. Though it
took awile to get used to gravity again."

"The rest came in bits and pieces." he continued. "Although the
lamp was especially useful. Came along with some girl from the 2900's.
The glowing crystal in there will supposedly never wear out. Guess I'll
be able to actually test that out, eh?" He gave a little smile,
obviously pleased with himself.

The rest of the conversation was just as intriquing for his
students, with Gaspar jumping from story to story, infusing it with his
own memories. He had accumulated a large amount of information from
those who had come through a gate after him. Enough to bestow knowledge
on the group that could change the world.

"That's fascinating..." trailed Melchoir, soaking up every
intricate detail. "So what happened to the others?" he asked
innocently, disappointed to see his friend's jubilant expression
suddenly fade out.

"They all left me." he replied bluntly, shaking his head. "Couldn't
stand the loneliness, I suppose. They went and mad cast themselves out
into the abyss. Now they'll wander the ceaseless void forever..." his
voice trembled, after all this time still stunned at the fate they'd
brought upon themselves. "I could hear could hear their screaming for
days afterward." he added grimly.

"That's terrible!" Marle exclaimed in her sweet, girlish voice.
Crono felt a sweet pang of happiness stab into him, releived the recent
happenings were forgotten, if only for a little while. Even Lucca was
hunkered down on the platform with the others, listening intently to
Gaspar's story. He scooted over and placed his hand on his beloved's
back as the old man went on, wincing as she shuddered momentarily.

"I'm sorry." she whispered to her beloved. "I guess I'm still a
little jumpy." Crono smiled as she leaned her head on his shoulder, the
two of them returning their attention to the guru.

"You seem to have heard a lot of the world's history." he
interrupted, trying to get back into the conversation. "Can you tell
what happened to the King all of a sudden?" Marle's eyes fell to the
floor, realizing there was no reason for her to get angry at his
comment. Daddy had been ill for some time, and she knew it.

Gaspar smiled, eager to extoll to these eager minds the secrets of
the universe which had been useless to him for so long. "Well, that
story's a couple hundred years in the making." he started, the details
of Guardia's history coming to him swiftly. "A man came once from a
little after your time, 1000, right?" Taban nodded. "Anyway, it seems
your Chancellor and his successors have been possessed by a demon named
Yakra since the middle ages. Nasty fellow. One he gets discovered in a
few centuries, there will be a horrible battle before Porre comes and
liberates the kingdom." He finished the last sentence quickly, fighting
an irrational fear that some of the details may have escaped him.

"Well, that's it!" Lucca exclaimed, the first full sentence she'd
uttered since arriving. Her brilliant mind was largely unaffected by
the recent events, and it had been trying to grasp an elusive notion
for some time now. Finally, it had dawned upon her. "If we know what's
going to happen before it does, we can change everything!" she said
with a broad, almost giddy smile at the realization of how much power
they could wield.

"I thought about how wonderful that we be, at first." The guru
remarked wistfully. "But there's no way to get back..."

The logic of his argument reached Lucca before the realization of
meaning. "Of course!" she mused in her head. "I imagine if they could
get back, he wouldn't be here, and the other visitors would have gone
back, and..." Then it hit her like a blow to the gut. "Oh my God. We're
stuck here too."

"It's really a shame." Gaspar continued with the resignation of
someone who's accepted a great loss. "We could accomplish so much with
this knowledge." Suddenly, Lucca's mind sparked again. That elusive
thought was only the tip of her prowess. She knew she could find a way
out of this. She had to.

"From what Marle said, our trip something to do with her pendant."
Lucca returned. "Is that what opens these time gates?"

"Precisely." the guru replied, eager to get back to being the
center of conversation. "It must be made from dreamstone, a popular
mineral used as money in my time. Seems that when this stone charged by
an electrical field, it reacts with the time gates and makes them
visible. Personally, I'm surprised no one's ever come by with something
on them that could produce just a watt of power." he chuckled slightly
at the irony of this situation.

"I can do it!" she blurted out suddenly, grabbing the green stone
from the floor where Marle had placed it during their dialogue. She
stood up excitedly and grabbed Crono, dragging him over to the
guardrail Gaspar had built so he wouldn't accidentally fall off his
home and careen out into space. She stared out into the void for a
second, then turned to her man. "Please tell me you have *it*..." she
pleaded quietly, cuddling close to him.

Crono knew exactly what she was talking about. His girl hadn't been
inventing gadgets for long when she realized electrcity's true
potential as a sexual device. After she perfected the vibrating gizmo,
(and a LOT of "experimentation) she had given it to him so she
wouldn't be tempted to use it without him. Not that he had said
anything of the sort -- she just felt it'd be rude to invite her
boyfriend to enjoy her body if she was going to. He had surprised her
with it on more than one occasion, since then and usually carried it
with him when he knew he was going to see her.

"Of course." he muttered, matter-of-factly, looking behind him to
make sure the curious onlookers couldn't see before reaching into his
pants and pulling the small, pink device from an inside pocket. Lucca
hadn't made it large enough to screw herself with, much to Crono's
relief. It was just to "jump start things" as she usually put it. Only
two inches long and no larger than a finger, Crono usually forgot he
was carrying it.

"We're in luck, baby!" she said almost erotically. The sorrow she
had been carrying for so long had completely vanished now, as she was
back to her old, confident self. She unscrewed the end of the small
pink phallus and cast the plastic shell off into space where it would
never be seen again. In her hands was the motor that would rescue them.
"Let's go back and show everyone." she announced, giving him a peck on
the cheek.

When the duo returned, Lucca brusquely turned a deaf ear towards
the group's questions about what they had been talking about. She
showed the contents of her palms to her seated friends and then brought
them together with a triumphant flourish. Marle's pendant flashed a
brilliant green momentarily as the whirring device made contract, then
returned to its previous luster. "Whenever you're ready." she quipped
to the princess with a wink, tossing her family heirloom back.

***

After that, it didn't take them long for them to going. Before
long, they were back at the edge of the platform, staring longingly at
the portal Gaspar had told them would lead to the middle ages. They
were so busy patting themselves on the back and talking about how noble
a cause they were undertaking, no one noticed the old guru pull Crono
off to the side and start talking to him.

"You know, there's a problem with all of this." the man sighed,
sounding like he'd been keeping something from them the while time.

"Oh?" Crono replied disinterestedly, not really paying attention.
He was sure the old guy was going to say something about being careful
not to muck up history too much or they'd destroy the universe or
something. He'd had a passion for fiction when he was a boy, and even
in 1000 ad, there were already enlightened artists who conceived the
thought of travelling through time. Of course, actually doing so was
another matter entirely.

"I haven't been entirely truthful about where that portal leads."
Gasper went on. "You see, the nearest gate to your time without going
any further leads to 580 ad."

"What's so bad about that?" Crono inquired, still not really
understanding. Gaspar sighed again.

"I'm sure that the man from the future said Yakra appeared sometime
in the 600's." he said. "Being as generous as possible, that means
you'll have to stay there for at least twenty years before you can do
anything. You'll almost be Taban's age by then." Crono's heart sank.
"But that's not the worst part of it. The longer you stay there, the
more likely you'll change something. However good your intentions are,
it could have dire consequences. I guess that's always been the price
of all this knowledge -- not being able to use it. Well, until now."

Crono barely batted an eye. "I could do it." he replied slowly. "I
could hide out and not talk to anyone."

Gaspar shot back just as quickly. "Can you vouch for everyone
else?" he responded. "Can you guarantee that you'd only be able to stop
this war and then simply wait to die?" Crono arced a puzzled eyebrow.
"That's right, the other you in 1000 ad will be living the life you
have forged for him. You will not be able to return. None of you will."

"I have to risk it..." Crono trailed off with an uncertainly that
scared him. He didn't really know what would happen. Maybe he would
just wink away as soon as he stopped Yakra. But he was willing to make
that sacrifice. For his friends. At least for the ones that would be
created the moment he altered time.

"I see I can't stop you." Gaspar said weakly, giving up. "So
godspeed." He gripped the lad on the shoulder, knowing exactly what the
boy had planned. "Do it now, before they see us." Crono simply nodded
and rejoined the group.

In the confusion, he playfully snatched the pendant from Marle's
hands as the four talked, pretending to examine it closely. Slowly, he
slid over the edge of the conversing group, where the girls were.
Leaning over to his purple-haired girlfriend, he whispered a choked
"I'm sorry" before stepping back. Lucca was the only person looking
besides Gaspar when Crono thrust his hand into the portal, vanishing
suddenly before their eyes.

Gaspar looked over to where there had been people seconds ago. Now,
there was just emptiness. That Marle and Lucca, Taban and Melchoir no
longer existed, and would never again. Their only testament to life had
vanished the momment Crono stepped through the portal. All that was
left of their lives was an old man, wondering what he was doing staring
at the useless time gates..

But as the old man stared blankly into the space where Crono had
bravely volunteered to end his life in another time to save his
friends, he suddenly became aware of a nagging memory very much like
the one that had recently trouble the now-deceased Lucca. He felt as if
there was something terrible that could only occupy his every waking
thought. So why couldn't he remember it?

His mouth dropped open sharply as a name rolled around in his
skull. "Lavos..." his brain chanted, as if teasing him. "How could you
forget?"

Gaspar had lost a lot when Crono disappeared. Though he of course
would never know, there has been an illuminating lamp from the future
standing beside him a minute ago. It was gone now, because the bright,
hopeful future that had produced it had vanished away just like the
four adventurers left behind here. The girl who wandered into the time
gate in the year 2900 had brought Gaspar something much more dreadful.
A story passed down of dreadful fires that scarred the planet and
reduced civilization to the same rubble as it had their cities.

"That sure was terrible!" he muttered in the vast, impenetrable
blackness, mimicking Marle's earlier comment. He wondered what he
should do. Eternity was turning out to be a very long time.

"I hope someone shows up soon." he remarked. "It's getting pretty
lonely here." He gazed off into the void, wondering how long it would
be before he cracked.


/-------------------------\
|Chapter 6 - Peaceful Days|
\-------------------------/


A low humming sound broke through the normal peace of the Dendaro
Mountains. Animals, birds, and fish alike scattered as a blue sphere
displaced the calm air above the earthly spire, depositing not one,
but THREE humans into the churning waters near the waterfall.
Unbeknownst to any of the time travelers, the time portal had managed
to catch the girls into its vortex before they would have winked out of
existence like Melchoir and Taban. Crono however, was far too busy
trying to keep from drowning to discover this right now. The swift
current and roar of the falls drowned all three adventurer's senses as
they were cast wildly into the calmer pools below.

Marle swam lamely to the water's edge, her disorientation at having
been cast millions of years into the past a definite crutch. Seeing the
muddy shore, she grabbed hold fiercely, lest the gentle waves carry her
back out and force her tired body to repeat the process. As she lay on
the grassy earth, catching her breath, she noticed another figure flop
exhausted onto the ground a feet from where she was, panting just as
hard. "What happened?" she inquired breathlessly, knowing who it must
have been. Lucca shot a glance at Marle, who had already pulled herself
all the way up onto her back, before replying.

"I think we got sucked in..." Lucca replied, hauling herself
further onto the grass and turning over like her companion, her wet
chest heaving sensually in the cool air. The two of them said nothing
for several minutes, still reeling from their battle with the water.
Lucca broke the silence with an unusual remark. Wherever Crono was, he
wasn't *here*, and she had some private business to tend to.

"I'm about to be unladylike, Marle." she blurted out, realizing
this was the first time she'd actually spoken to the blonde girl
directly throughout their whole adventure thus far.

"What?" Marle started to reply, but stopped herself right there.
She heard the unmistakable sound of clothes ruffling and saw Lucca
moving about from the corner of her eye. Marle wasn't a genius, but
she figured it out pretty quick. The two of them were due for a
well-deserved bath.

Marle turned her head again, and caught a glimpse of the other
girl's petite bottom as she wobbled on the hard ground in her bare
feet, using both hands to keep balance. At last Lucca seemed to find a
quiet enough spot of the water, and sat down on the edge. With a little
shove, she slid her naked body into the pool, shivering noticeably as
she was enveloped by the cold depths.

"That looks like a really good idea." Marle thought, getting up to
join her friend. The princess loosened her robe as she walked, letting
her only covering fall to the ground beside Lucca's two shirts. Marle
couldn't help smiling as she strutted over to the water, absolutely
nude. Her body reacted without thinking to her erotic thoughts, the
creamy cheeks behind bounced seductively in tune with her stride, and
the two magnificent nipple-capped breasts above swayed back and forth.

"Geez, no need to get excited." Lucca mused to herself as she
watched the young seductress entered the small cove opposite her, the
red nubs on Marle's chest as pronounced and hard as her own. The blonde
girl plopped down on the ground beside the water and let her feet
dangle over the edge. Her legs were splayed wide apart, giving the
purple-haired youth an unobstructed view of Marle's exposed snatch.

"What's she doing?" Lucca said to herself frazzledly. She realized
she had been washing her crotch, and removed her hand hurriedly, hoping
Marle wouldn't see the motion or her embarrassed blush. The princess
didn't. She was too busy grabbing her knees and leaning forward with a
loud, muscle-stretching sigh. Lucca's heart jumped inexplicably as she
saw two large, beautiful mounds swing sexily in front of her, free of
the constraints of gravity.

Marle, of course, had no idea the repressed feelings she was
awakening in her bathing partner. She was simply enjoying her open
nudity. After all, she'd spent nearly her entire life under guard at
the castle. If she'd tried walking swimming naked in the Guardia river,
her precious box would've gotten plugged by the horny guards much
sooner, she thought with an inward smile. A humdrum expression on her
face, she reached over and scooped a little bit of fluid from the pool
into her outstretched hand. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she poured
the cold liquid over her sticky pussy, her labia quivering from the
change in temperature.

Lucca tried to ignore the flashes in her loins, but her fingers
betrayed her, running through her underwater bush and feeling the heat
emanate from her wet snatch. Her mouth creaked open slightly to allow
her tongue to emerge and run across her lips. "Oh no..." she thought.
"What's happening to me?"

Her mind wandered back to their ordeal at the castle -- Marle
bouncing up and down as a huge cock pumped into her. Marle moaning as a
stiff prick held her against the wall and slammed into her red folds.
Marle holding her lover tightly to her body as she was drilled on her
back. All the while the sexy scientist wished the guards would ask the
two of them to make love instead, giving her a respite from the dirty,
stabbing cocks that invaded her body and deposited evidence of their
forced entry. And into the arms of a beautiful woman.

Now as she watched the princess wash her most private area, Lucca
could deny her feelings no longer. She had to make love to this sexy
goddess and cleanse both of their bodies from that awful rape. Her
heart fluttered at Marle suddenly looked over at her, an uncomfortable
expression on her face. Lucca felt as if her thoughts were suddenly
exposed, and she gasped audibly.

"Hey, Lucca." Marle started sweetly. "Could you come over here a
sec?" The princess didn't move as her companion eagerly swam over,
kneeling in the water and trying not to stare at the inviting yellow
flower in front of her. "Um..." she continued, obviously embarrassed.
"Could you see if my... thing is still there?" her face was
delightfully innocent, and Lucca couldn't bear to give the answer she
already knew.

"Let me check." she panted, hoping Marle couldn't detect the
excitement in her voice. She lifted her hands up, parting the blonde's
legs to allow her head to snuggle up right next to the thin slit. Lucca
wondered why she hadn't noticed before, but her partner's dripping sex
was partially shaved, no doubt by disinterested handmaidens. There was
only a triangle-shaped puff atop her bare cunny. "Those lucky girls!"
she thought with a grin. "Always getting to look at something so
beautiful. I'll bet every man in the kingdom would give their right arm
to see this. And me too..." She smiled into Marle's gaping hole, unable
to believe her good fortune.

"Okay, just relax now." Lucca instructed, bringing her hands to the
inviting labia in front of her. With an innocent "Oh!" from their
owner, she gently spread the fleshy lips apart and peered into the warm
canal. It was certainly an interesting sight. Although Lucca had played
with herself once in front of a mirror, this was a much closer look.
She'd always thought her cunt was a wide open tunnel, but it looked
much tighter from here. "I wonder how they all fit in here..." she
wondered, recalling the multitude of cocks that had recently visited
this holy place.

Lucca extended a pointed digit into her partner's sopping depths,
making Marle cry out loudly. "Unngh! Can you see it yet?" she moaned,
feeling the probing finger sloshing around inside of her.

"Sorry." the scientist condoled. "You're not a virgin anymore." she
added, feeling no sign of the princess' obviously taken cherry.
Withdrawing her finger reluctantly from the warm passage, she looked up
at the curious female above her. "So, how many times did they fuck
you?" she asked curiously, pulling off her glasses. They were
understandably fogged after being in the cold air for so long and then
coming near Marle's warm sex.

"I lost count after ten." Marle replied sullenly. "After awhile, I
just kept coming. I thought they were going to make me pass out!" Marle
decided not to mince words either. After all, she was sitting naked
while she was letting another girl look up her pussy and finger her.
Why not be frank? Besides, it felt good to talk about it to someone.
Lucca had Crono, but she really had no one...

"Well, they really pumped it into you." she commented, raising a
sperm-coated hand to Marle's gaze. "And there's a lot more in there."

"Oh no!" the princess wailed, shooing the girl between her legs
away. "I've got to wash it out more!"

"Don't worry..." Lucca cooed, grabbing the shore for support as she
licked her lips again. "I'll clean it for you." Before Marle could even
think about the offer, she felt a slithering tongue bury itself in her
gooey hole.

"Oh, Lucca!" Marle moaned unabashedly. Then she gained a slight bit
of composure. "I really don't think we should be doing this..." Her
growing panting and dripping folds, however, told another story. Lucca
licked the bare labia in front of her for another few seconds, feeling
her lover squirm from the pleasure before she stopped and looked up.

"Marle..." she asked in her most sexy voice. "Have you ever felt
something so right?" Lucca ran a finger gently up and down the
princess' reddened cunny for effect, teasing the pulsating nub. And it

worked. With a gentle sigh, Marle relented, falling onto her back and
spreading her legs as far as she could stand. Her sacred place opened
magically, as if offering the tasty flesh inside.

Lucca wasted no time in digging in, bringing her lips right to
Marle's nether orifice for a passionate kiss. Her petite nose sank into
the tiny blonde puff, inhaling the womanly scent the curly hairs
emanated. "Mmm..." was all Lucca could muster as she ate, the princess'
girl honey completely overpowering and purifying the nasty spunk still
inside her womb.

The prone girl was far too busy panting and groaning to wonder how
she tasted, however. All she could do was arch her back repeatedly as
an outlet to the tremendous feelings coursing throughout her entire
body. "Yes!" she screamed in passion. "Don't stop!"

"Good thing I have no intention of doing anything like that..."
Lucca murmured, her words muffled by the juice-coated flesh in front of
her. The soft appendage that protruded from her lips lashed Marle's
clit with renewed vigor, causing the aroused blonde to erupt in an
intensified bout of cries.

"Oh yes!" Marle exclaimed, grabbing the dirt with one hand and one
of her breasts in the other. "Oooh... it's so good!" Her face contorted
in an near-painfully happy expression, watching as her controless hand
shamelessly fondled her hard nipples right in front of her. The
pleasure was so overpowering, her brain felt like it was being stirred
inside her head. She was powerless to stop the munching scientist, even
if she wanted to. "Ungh!" she grunted softly. "Rrrmph! So... Ohhh!
close... Unnnhh!"

Lucca didn't hear it. But she didn't need to, either. Marle's
gushing pussy was all too indicative of what was about to happen. The
purple-haired girl watched in fascination as the slick hole began
contracting tightly from the impending orgasm. With an impish smile,
she extended her tongue all the way and gave the bouncing clit a few
sharp pokes. Marle grunted theatrically and raised her flushed face so
he could watch herself. "Do it!" she panted. "Make me coooooommmmeeee!"

And with that, she did. HARD. The princess' tight pussy throbbed
excitedly as her clit received a barrage of stimulation from the
scientist's tongue and relayed the wonderful sensations to her brain.
Marle was really in overdrive now, her puffy labia fluttering wildly
with glee as she poured forth her honey. Lucca was barely able to
swallow the flood of goo seeping from her womb before it ran down
Marle's bare thighs.

"Did you like that?" Lucca cooed, finally looking away from the
princess' beautiful drenched flower once it stopped moving.

"Yes..." Marle panted, letting her head fall back to the earth. She
lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily. One hand still lay on
her breasts, massaging the large mounds unconsciously as they heaved
with their master's purring. "I really needed that."

"Good..." Lucca hinted seductively, standing up in the shallow
water. Her small breasts, although still damp, had mostly dried off
from being out of the water, but her submerged pussy had been flooded
the entire time. As she rose, her matted bush clung to her wanting
slit, making it appear like a delicious plum nestled between her legs.
"Because now it's my turn."

Marle's mouth hung open as Lucca stepped forward, letting her downy
lips come into contact with Marle's, the two nether folds mingling in
their forbidden kiss. "Ooh, that's great..." the scientist moaned,
feeling the blonde tuft below tickle her sensitive spot. Encouraged,
Lucca began sliding her hips up and down into the other girl, rubbing
both cunnies together. "This is what I must look like when Crono fucks
me..." she thought, looking down at her prone mate rolling her head
with the renewed pleasure her tender cunt was receiving.

"Look at her..." Lucca muttered to herself, smiling half-annoyed at
the moaning princess. "With my hairy muff, she's probably going crazy.
But I'm never going to get off with her little bush!" She let loose a
little whimper, the blonde hairs on Marle's shaven pussy barely
fulfilling her. "Looks like I'm going to have to up the ante here..."
she continued in her head, flashing the entranced princess a devilish
snicker.

With a subtle motion, Lucca began rubbing her grinding her sex into
Marle's faster and faster, the two dripping organs heating up
considerably as the friction increased. "Oh!" the prone blonde cried
out as she felt her loins begin to burn with a lustful fire. "Slow
down, it's too fast!"

Lucca would hear nothing of it. "No way!" she grunted, thrusting
herself repeatedly at her feminine lover. "This is great!" She jovially
squished her wet organ against Marle's, her breasts the only thing that
would've convinced any onlookers there wasn't a big, fat pumping into
the sexy blonde. She could feel sweat beading on her lower back and
chest, warming her breasts and butt even in the cool mountain air.
Marle seemed to resign herself to the gratifying torture of her
overused slit, moaning even louder as she lifted her legs to allow
Lucca to get in even closer.

Now that both of their thighs were together as well as their
crotches, their lubricated rubbing skin only increasing the good
feelings that swept over the girls. "Oh my..." Lucca sighed out loud.
"I didn't think it would be this good!" Her knees felt weak, as if she
would collapse unless she used all of her concentration to remain
standing. It certainly couldn't match Crono's loving cock pummeling her
quim, but it was better than those disgusting soldiers violating her.

She couldn't believe it, but after only a few minutes of heavy
clit-dueling, her orgasm suddenly sneaking up on her. "Oh Marle!" she
moaned, falling onto her partner's sweaty body. The princess picked up
right where the sexy scientist left off, wrapping her long legs around
Lucca's tight behind and pulling her closer and she thrust her shapely
hips into the purple flower on top of her. All without missing a beat.

It was Lucca who was at the mercy of her body now, flailing
helplessly on top of her mate, their breasts mashing erotically
together while she spewed forth dirty grunts. "Ugh, ugh ugh!" she
panted as cracks of pleasure rocked her body.

Marle took the initiative, feeling she owed her friend for such a
satisfying orgasm before. Placing her hand on the nape of her lover's
neck, she gently shifted Lucca's gaze to her inviting green eyes. "I'll
do it now." she coaxed, referring to the feverish pussy-thrusting. "You
just come your brains out."

Lucca was too far gone to object, letting herself finally go at
hearing that. Just as her pink hole began spewing it's honey all over
her lover, she felt mouth being guided into Marle's for a deep kiss.
Without thinking, she let her tongue wander into her friend's lips,
reveling in the smooth, creamy flesh that was so different than what
she was used to. She brought her hands to the princess' cheeks, pulling
herself closer to seal their oral bond and muffle her escaping groans.
Marle did the same, completing their loving liplock as her own slit
began spraying its juices for the second time.

Once the girls were both in the throes of orgasm, the rubbing
tapered off into tiny thrusts as the twin lovers strained to prolong
their mutual pleasure. At last, their thrashing came to a sweaty halt.
The females too spent to continue fucking for the moment, they
disengaged their happy lips to allow the panting built up inside of
them to explode in a flurry of quick breathes.

"Oh my God!" Lucca shrieked, near tears from how beautiful the
experience had been. "That felt like... like..."

"Like what?" asked Marle, gazing into the blue sea of her partner's
glazed eyes.

"Spectacular!" she whispered excitedly, giving the princess another
quick peck on the lips. "Like my very first time all over again."

"Oh!" Marle said with a grimace, turning away embarrassed. "Don't
remind me."

"Hey..." Lucca replied reassuringly, running her nose through
Marle's mane. "At least they weren't doing it in your butt or making
you suck on it." she added playfully, taking a gentle finger and
running it over Marle's soft cheek. "Although I can see why, with such
an irresistible *thing*."

"Stop it!" teased Marle, embarrassed.

"Come on." Lucca pleaded in a sexy voice. "Didn't you feel
something when you saw them take my clothes off?"

"Maybe..." Marle stuttered. "A little."

"Don't lie..." the scientist warned. "Your body doesn't..." she
slid her sopping wet snatch over Marle's bare cunny, eliciting a
surprised moan from the blonde girl. "And neither do I. How I wish I
could've done it with you first and showed you how great sex can be,
but I had to settle for just watching. But what a show..." she giggled
at that last sentence, her mind wandering through the sexy sights of
yesterday.

"Allright, allright!" Marle conceded, trying to dodge the gentle
thrusts at her sensitive bits. "I just wished they would've made us...
do it... instead of them. So I'd still be a virgin. I'm not gay or
anything."

"Neither am I!" chuckled Lucca, releived that her mate was merely
unsure of herself. "But what we just did felt good, right?" She nestled
her small breasts into Marle's, rubbing their nipples together. "REAL
good?"

"Yeah..." the princess sighed, lost in pleasant memories.

"Good." finished the scientist with a smile. "Because you came
twice already, so you owe me one!" Pushing herself up with her palms,
she slowly pulled her sticky cunt from Marle's and crawled forward,
leaving a slimy trail along the girl's body as she made her way towards
the other end. "Now I want you to lick me as good as I did you!" she
yelled behind her, dangling her dripping womanhood above Marle's
surprised face.

"But I don't know how to..." the princess started to protest, but
was quickly smothered by the approaching mass of flesh, hair, and
juices. All she could do was eagerly lap at the come that began pooling
on her face as Lucca held her crotch steady on top of the blonde girl's
mouth, a huge grin on her face as she rocked her cunt back and forth.

"That's it!" she panted. "Keep going!" Marle was too busy trying to
gulp down Lucca's juices to actually use her tongue, although it was
good enough if the moaning coming from above was any indication. At
first, the princess has no real idea how to really please her mate. She
kept kissing the red folds in front of her as if they were a boy's.
Then she remembered the infinite pleasure derived from the slippery
tongue that had pierced her own slit.

Experimentally, she opened her lips and flicked her fleshy organ
into Lucca's quivering pussy. A rewarding moan encouraged her to
continue, so she thrust herself deeper into the scientist, continuing
the ministrations on the outside with her lips. "If she wants it that
bad..." Marle thought to herself impishly. "I'm gonna give it to her!"

With little resistance from her heaving partner, the princess
grabbed Lucca's waist and slowly started rolling over, giving the sexy
girl enough time to notice. The two lovers turned slowly, not daring to
break their erotic melding of mouth and mound. Soon Lucca was on her
back, with Marle on top lapping away in this easier position. The
purple-haired beauty took advantage immediately, wrapping her slender
legs around the head snuggled in her lower depths. Everything in her
body felt like it was about to melt -- even her cute little toes
wiggled furiously from the direct stimulation.

"Almost there..." Lucca panted, feeling her orgasm flare up as
quickly as before. And not a moment too soon, for Marle's inexperienced
orifice had found the tiny red clit below her purple muff. The
scientist gasped in horror as she felt like she was about to pee out
her entire bladder, to be releived seconds later when the only thing to
emerge from her dripping snatch was more fragrant girl-cream, which the
princess swallowed as eagerly as she could muster, making quite a mess
of both of them.

She came lasted a long time compared to the earlier magnificence.
Not as violent, and more like a release she hadn't been able to achieve
before. Lucca simply laid back and signed contently as her body drained
the last bit of juice into Marle's awaiting lips. She passed out for a
few moments, waking up to find Marle on top of her in the reverse of
their previous orientation. "Yum..." she said, gingerly swapping come
and saliva with her prone partner. The young girl only moaned softly as
they locked lips again.

***

Lucca quickly fell asleep in Marle's lips, exhausted from the day's
double fuck. The princess couldn't bear to disturb her, so she let
herself drift into unconsciousness as well, their hot bodies radiating
womanly scent as they napped amongst the distant sounds of falling
water and chittering forest creatures.

When the scientist finally stirred, she awoke to find Marle lying
on her side next to her, rubbing her petite breasts. "You're all
sweaty." she commented warmly. "Want to go back in the water together?"
Lucca agreed, of course, and the two hopped back into the cool mountain
river to wash up. They passed the time not only cleaning their own
bodies, but exploring each others as well. They soon discovered a
willing partner is a much better model for learning about your own
anatomy than a mirror could possibly be.

After they finished, Marle got up and sauntered over to the pile of
wet clothes, bringing them over to the water hole and spreading them
out on the warm grass to dry while Lucca playfully swatted at her butt
cheeks. Jumping back in with her friend, she swiftly jammed two fingers
in the purple cunt in retaliation, smiling as Lucca grimaced in
pleasure before pulling her lover close for another kiss.

"If I'm going to be trapped four hundred years in the past, I
couldn't have asked for a better companion." she said truthfully,
gazing into her mate's eyes.

"It's going to be some life..." Marle replied with a laugh. She
would've said more, but a large shadow suddenly loomed over both of
them.

"A little early to be counting me out, don't you think?" said
Crono, looming over the naked girls with his hands on his hips and a
broad smile.


/----------------------------\
|Chapter 7 - The Hidden Truth|
\----------------------------/


"Crono, you're here!" Marle explained, completely forgetting what
she *wasn't* wearing. Clothes, of course. She leapt out of the shallow
water and onto the ground, hugging her hero tightly as her wet breasts
soaked into his clothes.

Lucca just smirked from her wet abode, making no effort to cover
her body seeing that the blonde wasn't. "We didn't really know what
happened." the scientist explained. "I'm had guessed that we got pulled
in the portal with you."

"But you weren't sure." Crono finished, placing his hands on
Marle's wet back and gently stroking her smooth flesh nonchalantly. "So
you went ahead and started the fun without me..." The princess realized
what he said, and suddenly backed away, making a halfhearted effort to
cover herself for modesty's sake.

"How long... were you watching?" she squeaked ashamedly, feeling
her slit begin to burn at the mere thought.

"Long enough to see the two of you go at it." Crono replied with a
wide grin. To prove it, he reached over and gently pulled the hand that
was covering her pussy over to his crotch. Marle gasped slightly at the
hard flesh concealed within, emanating as much heat as her own aroused
loins. "And as much as I'd love to, I wouldn't want to ignore my girl."

He turned to Lucca, by now standing up in the pool and watching the
lust flare between the two of them. Her slightly annoyed look vanished
instantly when her boyfriend turned to her, extending his hands out.
She reached over, and he pulled her up and onto the shore in one
powerful bound, right into his arms. He smashed his lips into hers
almost forcibly, but she didn't mind in the least, meeting his
thrashing tongue with her own thrusts while they exchanged saliva.
"Crono..." she panted when the moment ended. "Please... do me now!"

She ground her crotch into him brazenly, letting her desire take
control of her body. "I know how you don't like waiting..." he teased,
gently lowering her to the ground where she had orgasmed not more than
half an hour ago. Her naked cunt glistened of its own accord now,
hungrily awaiting the pleasure her previous encounter had been but a
mere prelude to.

As soon as she was on her back, Crono quickly tossed away his shirt
and knelt down in front of her, guiding her bare feet to his shoulders
and pointing them at the sky. Lucca grabbed her legs as she watched him
unbuckle and drop his pants to the grass, his majestic rod unfurling
itself as it was freed, pulsing and bobbing wildly before her. Marle
scooted over and knelt down opposite of Crono, intent on watching what
was about to unfold as her hand drifted slowly down to her cunny.

Wanting to make sure she was wet enough, Crono slid his member
along Lucca's slit, her lubrication quickly coating both of their
organs while the girl purred with anticipation. When he was ready, he
pointed himself to her deep channel and sank all the way inside her
without a word. He had been hard too long watching these beauties get
each other off, and had absolutely no patience to take it slow.

"Unnnhhh!" erupted from Lucca as she felt the wonderfully familiar
cock plunge into her, filling her private place with a fantastic
feeling. Her entire body rocked back and forth on the soil as her man
slammed into her tight snatch with such force that even her small
breasts bounced seductively over her chest. "Uh uh uh!" she cried out
even louder, immensely happy he was taking the initiative and letting
her simply absorb the sensations.

Marle, meanwhile, was not about to let them exclude her. This was
clearly a game for two, but that didn't mean she couldn't play her own!
As she took in the erotic scene in front her, she dipped her nimble
fingers into her dripping sex, wincing slightly as her tight passage
opened wide to accommodate her probing digits. It felt weird to be
masturbating now, after being introduced to so much sex in the past few
days. But her faithful touch would keep her hot and ready for when the
two of them were done.

If Crono had continued his frenzied pace, he would already be
coating his lover's insides with blasts of cum, but he had managed to
slow down since his initial onslaught. Lucca moaned softly as she
received the gentle thrusts she loved so much, watching his hard pole
slick with her juices repeatedly enter her wetness. His hands now
wandered over her petite boobs, rubbing the sensitive nipples he so
rarely saw as Lucca simply panted, so absorbed in her own pleasure to
not even care how small her tits were.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Marle groaned, unwittingly distracting Crono from
his girl as the boy's gaze wandered to the princess' splayed labia. Her
nether lips were quivering furiously as their owner held them apart
with her pointer and ring fingers while her middle plunged deep inside
her warm depths. Combined with her other hand fondling her large
breasts, this was her favorite technique. It had served her well
through many lonely nights locked in her castle, when she had turned to
staining her bed with love fluids to break the monotony of royal life.

And now Crono was looking at a sight no other person had ever seen
before -- the princess of Guardia pleasuring herself. Her flushed face
rocked back in forth while her eyes remained tightly shut, unable to
gaze on the lovemaking duo in front of her for fear she would start
coming uncontrollably and end the wondrous sensations. When she dared
to peek out a little bit, she immediately saw Crono's transfixed stare
at her, and burst into a smile at him finding her show so attractive.
Her rosy visage, bright with happiness was what really pushed him over
the edge. Dimly he could hear his lover beneath him calling out.

"Oh God, Crono!" Lucca screamed as she started coming, her tight
vaginal walls squeezing the invader inside her. Timed perfectly,
Crono's cock began spurting his pent-up seed inside his girlfriend,
grunting emphatically as he continued pummeling her body while he
orgasmed. When the two of them were finally spent, Crono collapsed onto
her, both of their sweaty bodies rubbing together slightly as his tool
spasmed it's last juice into her purple-clad flower.

"Oh, oh, oh!" yelled Marle, calling Crono's attention once again to
her naked form. Watching the two of them climax was more than enough to
fuel her own orgasm, unabashedly fingering herself as the feelings
swept over her exposed slit, mere inches from the boy's face. Overcome
by her naughty desires, she slid her other hand down to her pussy,
rubbing her wrist furiously over her tiny clit.

In no time at all, she was wailing like a banshee, staring at her
shaven snatch while it poured forth its honey before Crono's eyes,
dripping fragrant goo onto the soft grass. Even though he had just
exploded into Lucca's hot box, he felt no weariness entering his body
as he watched this beautiful maiden perform her most private act in
front of him. Then, as quick as it began, Marle slowly fell back into
the cool shore, her hands still embedded in her juicy channel.

Crono couldn't help himself. He had to experience her sex as well.
Looking back down to his girl, he planted a quick kiss on her puffed
lips to awaken her from momentary unconsciousness. Lucca stirred,
gazing lovingly into her man's eyes. "You're still hard..." she
whispered. While they were both young and virile, this was still a
wonderful rarity.

"You won't mind if I take care of her, too..." he pleaded,
referring to the blonde teenager in front of them.

Lucca rolled her eyes in mock disgust. "It wouldn't be fair." she
said softly. "To be stuck in the past without a man... I'll just have
to share you." She sighed, relenting willingly. "Screw her brains out."
she added with a devilish smile.

Happy to get the eager approval of his mate, Crono pulled out of
her, his stiff member running through her purple fuzz and depositing a
mixture of their love juices. He rose up onto all fours, lumbering
towards Marle like an animal in heat. Being half-unconscious, like
Lucca had been, the princess didn't even notice until he was right on
top of her, panting heavily at her vulnerable treasures. She opened her
eyes in surprise, ecstatic that it was her turn now.

"Are you ready?" Crono asked politely, knowing what the answer
would be. Without even a word of assent, Marle wrapped her arms around
his neck and pulled herself up, sucking on his tongue the second their
lips touched. She leaned to the side while Crono struggled to carry her
weight, and they rolled over so that she was now on top, her sweaty
folds tightly against the straining cock underneath her. The voluptuous
twin mounds on her chest pressed against Crono's pecs as the two of
them explored each other's mouths.

"Don't worry." she said breathlessly as their lips parted. "I'll do
all the work." Crono watched on with delight as she sat up, her cute
little butt resting on his thighs while her bare box flirted with the
stiff rod mere inches from her naked womb. After a few breaths to
prepare herself, Marle sat up on her knees, sliding back a little bit
until her sopping vagina was directly over his cock, which was now
pointed right where it wanted to be, still coated in his cum.

The princess obliged, holding herself up by placing her hands on
her lover's stomach while she slowly slid the massive object inside her
recently-deflowered tunnel. Although she'd recently had a flurry of
lovers, her vaginal walls were still as tight as ever, and she found
herself hard-pressed to continue at a rate that didn't feel
uncomfortable. Slowly Crono's member slid into her warm depths, every
tiniest motion forwards producing a gentle squeak from the blonde girl
as the full feeling expanded in her.

"She's lucky I already blew a load in sweet Lucca..." Crono said to
himself. "Otherwise I'd really be banging her!" He smiled at the
thought of this girl flailing helplessly as his prick slammed into her
as hard as he could muster. "Soon..." he thought, consoling his anxious
loins as they waited for the action.

It took nearly a minute, but soon Marle had the entire tool buried
inside her tight little snatch, a broad grin of accomplishment on her
face as she looked at her filled cunny. "It feels so nice!" she said,
feeling noticeable pangs of pleasure as Crono tightened his groin
muscles, causing his member to pulse inside her.

"Okay, I'll go now..." Marle said innocently, as she gingerly made
her way through what was for all intents and purposes, her first
lovemaking session. She rocked her hips gently, pulling about halfway
off of the rock-hard shaft before sinking back down to the hint,
Crono's red tuft at the base of his shaft making her hairless labia
appear like a natural redhead's. "Oooh, it's so good!" she moaned,
happily bouncing up and down as her bountiful tits swung every which
way.

"It'll feel better if you do it harder..." Crono hinted, pleased
she liked to talk during sex.

"Harder?" Marle questioned, moving her gaze from the slick piston
plowing into her to her lover's eyes.

"Here, I'll show you..." Crono instructed, smiling as Marle waited
to see what he meant. On her next thrust, he waited until she had
pulled nearly off of him, then raised his crotch to meet hers midair,
spearing her deepest reaches skillfully.

"Ooohhhhhhhh!" Marle fluttered, feeling an intense blow in places
not even the soldiers had gone. She nearly doubled over, her small arms
barely sustaining the weight of her upper body as she continued to ride
him. "I think you hit my cervix..." she groaned, slamming into him even
harder.

"Did you like it?" Crono teased.

"Yesssssss!" she hissed, tuning him out to focus on the fucking.
Her pelvic movements were moving faster now, the hilt of Crono's dick
pounding against her slit with such force the puffy lips were turning
red. "Oh, Crono!" she panted, her mind dwelling only on the friction on
her crotch. "I love you!"

"Then you'll have to share him with me!" Lucca commanded, suddenly
stepping over the mating couple, her hands moist with both her and
Crono's fluids from "watching" her boyfriend plug the pretty princess.
Marle let go of Crono, rising straight up. In front of her was the
purple bush she'd gotten rather acquainted with these past few hours.
Knowing instantly what her friend wanted, she grabbed Lucca's creamy
butt cheeks and pulled her close, lapping at the gooey mess in front of
her mouth.

Lucca's dripping sex had the feminine musk she could already smell,
but also a new flavor. Feeling a slimy substance mixed in with Lucca's
nether flesh, she suddenly remembered watching Crono's cock bulge as he
emptied himself into his girl minutes before. Marle began to lick even
harder, feeling immensely turned on at the thought of his seed entering
her body from both ends. The scientist above her appreciated her
fervor, calling out Marle's name softly as she felt another climax
rapidly approaching.

Crono, too, could feel his loins churning as the princess' glorious
passage stimulated his cock from all sides. He looked up from the
fabulous sight, and discovered the action going on above him -- his
girlfriend hugging Marle's head to her sweaty body as she got eaten
out. "This multiple partner thing isn't so bad as long as she wants
women!" Crono thought, watching as the petite princess continued to
fuck him.

Knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, he knew he had to say
something. Shooting in Lucca was one thing, but he didn't know if Marle
wanted him to do the same to her. "Ugh!" he grunted, feeling Marle's
vagina clamp around him viciously. "I'm almost there..." he said. "Do
you want to pull out?"

"No!" she shot back, pausing her tongue-washing of Lucca for a
second, her fingers filling the void her mouth left. "Put it in me!
Fill me up!" She clenched her slick walls again, watching Crono jerk
into her as his rod began spraying her womb with his cum. She continued
squeezing her fleshy lips together, wanting to make this real good for
her lover. At the same time, she felt her fingers suddenly awash in
girl-come as Lucca creamed all over her hands, yelling out she came.

The princess moved her mouth to Lucca's slit, eager to swallow the
water that was flowing down her legs, but she suddenly felt her pussy
explode with pleasure, soaking her lover's body with honey. In all her
hurry to make her friends happy, she had neglected her own body, which
retaliated with a powerful, surprise orgasm. The whole world dropped
away, and she sat there helpless as her legs and mouth worked
instinctively to keep Crono and Lucca satiated.

Joining the longtime lovers in the "falling asleep after great sex"
club, Marle awoke a few hours later, still on top of Crono with his
dick wedged in her. Lucca was on top, her warm cunny dripping all over
her rear end. As she stirred, she realized Crono was awake already,
watching her sleep.

"I didn't want it to end yet..." he started, explaining his reason
for waiting patiently for the girls to arise.

"Don't worry." Marle soothed, caressing his cheek with her hand.
"It never will..." She sealed the three adventurer's fate with a kiss,
her mind reeling with love for her newfound friends.

***

The sad news Crono had to break to the girls once they pondered
their situation was the truth about where they were. Twenty years
before they could attempt to alter time, and they couldn't risk coming
into contact with anyone from this period. Marle and Lucca took it
pretty well. After all, if they were going to be stranded away from
society, at least they had a virile man to keep them happy.

With Crono's brawn and Lucca's brains, they were able to erect a
decent shelter on the mountaintop. Marle proved to be quite the
marksman, and as soon as the trio perfected a homemade bow, she became
the primary source for their food. Birds, animals, and fish all fell
before her keen eye to become the night's dinner. Crono's continually
improving swordsmanship allowed him to take on the larger animals, to
use their pelts for clothing, and chop down trees for improvements and
repairs to their home. Lucca's amazing brain was kept busy inventing
basic necessities out of the limited materials on the mountaintop, and
never ceased to amaze anyone, even herself, with a new convenience.

When the group exhausted the amount of things to achieve on their
isolated habitat, they began making nondescript trips to Dorino and
Porre every few months, trading pelts and food preserved in sea salt
for things they could not readily make. Always one person at a time,
they were ever careful not to disturb the delicate timestream as they
procured items such as metals and woven clothing. Lucca had eventually
managed to create gunpowder from the bat droppings in a nearby cave and
some sulphur deposits. The world's first rifle came in quite handy for
taking down bears and wildcats, whose hides always fetched a good price
in town.

And of course, there was more sex than any of them could've
anticipated. Truth was, there wasn't much else to do in the Dendaro
Mountains. Through the long years, Crono dutifully kept his ladies
satisfied every night, savoring each girl's different feel. It was a
simple, yet dignified existence, and though they became quite good at o
keeping busy, they never forgot why they were here.

So one day when Crono came back to the home after an excursion, a
large red beard framing his middle-aged face, he announced the time had
come. The villagers told tales of a strange monster that had appeared
in the forest far west of Guardia Castle, with the power to poison the
minds of the soldiers and drive them mad with hate for their
countrymen. The three adventurers knew their the time had come to act
before the beast managed to get to the king. With a heavy heart, they
bade farewell to their life here, which had been as long as the time
they had spent in the future.

When they crossed into their homeland for the first time in twenty
years, albeit burdened with the passage of time, they resisted a strong
urge to visit Truce, boldly trekking westward, towards the strange
structure supposedly rising out of the forest floor.

Their timing was perfect, as luck would have it. When Crono's
massive arms cast open the doors of the cathedral, Yakra was on the
altar in his true form, epicly proclaiming the downfall of humans to
his servants. The demon saw the intruders immediately, but it was
certain doom for the others.

Lucca and Marle swept to the sides, blocking all escape while they
drew their weapons. A metal click suddenly alerted the gathering before
Yakra could mutter even a word. As soon as the goons had turned around,
the scientist fired into the crowd, slaying one of them before bending
down to reload. Marle was just as deadly, her practiced arms whirling
arrows from a quiver and through her bow like water. Crono's blinding
sword lashed cruelly into any who managed to escape the wood and metal
barrage. In no time, it was over.

All except for the boss monster, the reason for their coming here.
Without pausing, the girls unloaded their salvos into the beast as it
lumbered towards them, rolling along the stone floor in an attempt to
crush them under its mass. The human were far too quick, however, and
Yakra began firing quills at the unsuspecting adventurers, striking
each of them before Crono decided to end the battle.

Bravely charging forth, he leapt up and impaled his blade into the
demon's back, withdrawing as the monster slashed the air in an attempt
to catch him. On the ground again, the swordsman swung wide, then
pushed off the fresh wound and spun over, making a gash on the other
side. As Yakra at there dazed, momentarily disoriented by the double
attack, Crono struck the fatal blow, stabbing straight ahead into its
soft underbelly. The beast roared up on its legs, exposing itself to
arrows and gunfire as it screamed in a death-knell.

All three were smiling in victory as the end came. As Yakra fell to
the ground, the last breath of life escaping his body, the future was
suddenly rewritten. No longer would the Mystic lord Magus wage war
through his descendants four hundred years hence with this menace
defeated. But changing the future had come with a price, one that
Crono, Marle, and Lucca had accepted.

As the beast left the world of the living, so did the heroes that
slew him, winking out of existence as their entire being, while
necessary for their future selves, ceased to exist. Although their
bodies were gone, their actions had remained. And while everything that
had come through the time portal vanished along with them, the objects
that had been made since remained.

That is exactly what Queen Leene discovered when she happened upon
the cathedral, days after being separated from her guards in a monster
attack. As she rummaged through the piles of clothes and weapons, she
chanced upon something long and solid in a woman's robe. It was a
yellow phallus, quite curious to look at. "It almost looks like a..."
she thought, the words trailing off as her proper upbringing refused
her to even think the word. As she waved it about, it suddenly came to
life, pulsing as was its intended purpose. In shock, she let it fall to
the ground, the vibrator Marle had invented smashing into
unrecognizable pieces. But not without leaving it's mark...

Leene shivered as the tiny motor fell out, sending a slight shock
through her body as it hit the floor. Her green pendant, handed down by
the Queens of Guardia for as long as time could recall, glowed faintly
through her thick garments undetected.

And the cogs of fate turned in a wholly unanticipated direction...


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Four hundred years later...
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"No way!" Marle exclaimed. "Throw the switch!"

Lucca did, smiling as the blonde man-stealer was about to be
stunned by her genius. The transporting pod was encased in an odd blue
light, something that had never happened in any of the test runs. Crono
and Lucca watched in horror as a bright blue sphere behind the machine
suddenly appeared, drawing the pendant at Marle's neck to it.

As the princess screamed, trying desperately to escape the
gravitational forces, she yanked the green stone off her neck and cast
it away, but her momentum was already carrying her towards the abyss,
and she fell inside the light before the pendant could arc it's way
back. The sphere vanished, leaving only the jewelry behind.

While the commotion ensued, Lucca adjusted her glassed to make sure
that had really happened. Satisfied that it had, she turned to her man,
just as shocked as everyone else was.

"Well I'll be damned." she said sarcastically. "It worked."


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