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Very soon I will be releasing something for all of you who have been waiting far too long. I don't know exactly when it will be ready but it won't be too far off.

Papers

I have a few papers due in the next week or so so I won't have much free time. I have no idea how long it will take but they're due at the end of next week so I'll at least be able to start working again then.

I'll let you know if things change.

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Chapter 6

Forward to History

Now that they were recognized by the computer system the trio was able to walk around the central area unmolested. The computer AI even helped them find cashes of clothing, supplies and weapons to outfit themselves for their journey to the Proto Dome. While Lucca had a field day selecting her firearms Crono and Marle were a little more restricted in their choices. Marle ended up keeping the cross bow she had received at the Bangor Dome but Crono found a museum piece tucked away at the back of storage bay; an ancient (for the 24^th-century) samurai sword in impeccable condition. The blade was far more her style than the medieval broadsword she had been carrying around. As soon as she tried a few practice swings the redhead knew she’d have a much easier time with this weapon.

Marle had been feeling strange ever since she had woken up from their capture by the robots but had though it was because of whatever they had shot her with. Several hours later she still had an odd sensation in her stomach and asked Crono and Lucca if they felt the same way. Neither admitted to any lasting effects tough Lucca said she was feeling much better now that both the plant and insect goo that had been forced into her had been removed. The prince tried to put the strangeness out of her mind and focused on getting ready for the journey ahead.

As they headed back to the ladder that took them to the ground floor each of them had a pack slung over their shoulders full of enough food and camping supplies to last several weeks. The trip was only supposed to last a few days (a week at most) but there was no telling what kind of obstructions they would come across. When her head popped through the opening in the floor Crono saw a gathering of people crowd around her, waiting for something to happen. She climbed out of the hole and helped her friends out so Lucca could address the crowd. “We were able to get to the central computer and find what we were looking for.” A voice called out from somewhere behind the mass of unwashed bodies. “Who cares, do you have any food?”

Lucca looked at Crono, unsure if she should let them know about the supplies they had for their trip.

Crono bit her lip but an idea came to her and she fished out the bag of seeds they head found on the dead body earlier. She handed it to Lucca who turned back to the crowd. “I’m sorry to say, but the woman who went down before was injured and died. She made it to the refrigerator but it wouldn’t have mattered if she came back or not because the machine was broken and all the food is spoiled.” The throng of people seemed to deflate all as one. “But, we did find something you might be able to use.” She opened the pouch and showed the contents to a few people at the front. Doan stepped forward and reached in, pulling out a few seeds. “What are we supposed to do with this?” Lucca handed the old woman the bag. “Plant them.” When Doan gave her an incredulous look Marle chimed in enthusiastically. “Hey, you girls never know how long the Enertron will last. This may be your only way to get food.” Doan looked at the blonde then back at the seeds in her hand. “Well…I suppose.”

Someone standing next to Doan spoke. “We could try to use the purifier on some of the dirt outside.” Another voice offered a suggestion. “We might be able to rig up some lamps to use since the clouds are too thick.” “But what about water?” a more distant voice asked. It was a moment before the first person spoke again. “Well, if the purifier works on the soil it should be able to clean any water we find.” The bout of optimism seemed to be infectious, flowing through the community and causing each individual to have a glimmer of hope well up inside them. With groups of people congregating together and talking about what they needed to do Crono, Marle and Lucca quietly made their way to the exit. Just before they left Doan caught up with them and thanked them for what they had done. “In all my years I’ve never seen this many people excited about anything. I don’t know if this will work but you’ve given us something to live for. Thank you.” Marle had to fight back a few tears, simply nodding to Doan as she left.

Out in the open they relied on Lucca’s memory of the land and followed the genius as she led the way. It wasn’t long before they had set up camp; having spent most of the day in the dome the light was all but gone within an hour. Marle asked why they didn’t take shelter back at the dome with Lucca answering that she didn’t want to risk having any of them finding out they had food on them. The prince reluctantly agreed with her choice, helping set up an emergency tent as their shelter for the night. Crono found the nylon canopy oddly roomy and sturdy even against the howling wind of the night. When they crawled in to bed down the three of them stripped down and huddled together under several layers of blankets.

Ordinarily this would have been a perfect time to enjoy each other’s company but with what had happened to them in the Arris Dome they all were a bit too tired and sore to do much more than lay there. Marle did manage to slip one of Crono’s nipples between her lips and drink a late-night snack from the redhead’s breast. Crono looked down lovingly at the prince as she suckled and hoped that the two of them could be together like this forever. She closed her eyes and let the gentle pressure on her huge tit flow over her as she slipped into a dream.

They woke up sometime after dawn. After packing up the tent and eating a small breakfast (washed down with a bit of breastmilk) the trio was back on the road, heading north to another set of ruins. The desolate landscape remained unchanged for the several hours it served as their backdrop. Lucca wondered if it was at all possible for the people back at the dome to get the crops to grow. With the cloud cover Crono couldn’t tell when it was that they reached the outskirts of the eastern ruins but it was after about four hours of walking.

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Chapter 5

Under the Dome

Crono and Lucca trudged down the cold highway, looking for anything that would indicate they were on the right path. An hour into their journey they spotted a faint structure off in the distance. The closer they got the clearer it became, resolving into a massive dome. It looked similar to the one they had found after arriving through the gate but it was surrounded by several squat buildings, most of which were broken beyond repair. The dome itself rose into the air far higher than the previous one and appeared to be in much better shape, having only a few cracks in the surface rather than the huge rent that marred the other one. Drawing nearer Lucca could see why they weren’t able to see if from the ruins; the light that topped the structure had been torn off and lay in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Just before they got to the place Marle groaned and started to come to. They set her down gently and checked to see what kind of damage the mutant had done to her. Surprisingly the prince seemed to be much more lucid and in far less need of relief. Crono checked the blonde’s balls, finding that there was no longer any strange movement under the skin. Marle’s prick remained flaccid as well, making Lucca opine that the mutant must have sucked the seeds out of Marle. With a bit of trepidation they released the prince from her bonds and allowed her to get proper feeling back into her arms and legs. Crono tried to apologize for what they had done but Marle wouldn’t hear it. She knew what they had done was necessary, especially after giving Lucca the burden she still carried in her womb.

Lucca smiled wryly at the mention, placing a hand on her stomach. She became a bit concerned at what she felt, asking her friends if she looked any bigger. While Marle was unable to tell the difference, Crono noticed that she did appear bigger than she had before, showing obvious signs of pregnancy now. The genius was starting to look like panic was overtaking her. Lucca grabbed her belly with both hands, looking at her exposed midriff and muttering to herself: “Get out; we have to get them out.” She looked up at Crono with fear in her eyes. The redhead pulled her into a hug to try and calm her down, allowing the purple-haired girl to cry into Crono’s shoulder. Marle hung back from the pair, feeling guilty that she was the one who had attacked Lucca. The prince busied herself with packing up the litter, shouldering the weight while Crono helped Lucca into the relative shelter of the dome.

Unlike the previous refuge the entrance to this structure was empty of people. It gave Crono the chance to wrap Marle’s coat around Lucca so her swollen stomach could be hidden from view. With what had happened at the last settlement she wasn’t going to take chances that the natives would be hostile to her friend’s predicament. The trio had to wander around a bit, down vacant hallways and over exposed catwalks before they came to a large open space full of people. When one person raised a head at the group Crono placed a hand on the hilt of her sword in case it was needed. The drawn and tired figure that regarded them made a face that resembled something between curiosity and confusion. “Hey, where did you come from?” The gravelly voice cracked as the words came, sounding like the woman hadn’t spoken in a long time. Marle offered a response. “Uh, we came from the west, through the ruins.”

The woman’s eyes opened wide. “What?” She scrambled to her feet with an agility that belied her willowy frame and called out to the crowd of people behind her. “Hey, these people came through the ruins!” The group watched with dread as a mass of unwashed bodies stirred, rising to their feet to crowd around the new arrivals. Their faces were a mix of fatigue, excitement and disbelief. Someone called out from the throng: “No way, you made it through the ruins?” Before any of them could answer more voices called out from random locations: “So you beat up those freaks?” “What’s it like on the other side?” “Do you have any food?” and so on. The bodies began to press in on the trio prompting Crono to grab her sword hilt, ready to pull the weapon, but she was stopped by a loud tapping. “Alright everyone, give them a bit of space.” The voice cut through the roiling murmur and suddenly everyone seemed to calm down and back away from Crono and her friends.

As the redhead breathed a sigh of relief she saw a path through the mob open up and an old woman leaning on a cane stepped through. Her slack grey hair hung down in greasy strands to the dirty white dress that hid her aging body. She ambled over to Crono, smiling up at the young woman due to the bend in her back that kept her a good head shorter than the swordswoman. “Well this is a treat; it’s not every day we get visitors, let alone three.” She took her time looking at each of them before walked back to the crowd and waving her hand. “Back up. You don’t want to make our guests feel unwanted do you?” The mob started to break up, each person returning to a spot in the stuffy room but their eyes remained fixed on the strangers.

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No post this comming weekend

I've got to take care of a few things this week so I won't be able to get the next chapter ready. I don't expect this to affect anything beyond this coming weekend but I'll keep you appraised.

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Chapter 4

Exploring the Ruins

The landscape changed very little along the worn and washed-out road they travelled on. Lucca was initially impressed by the few remaining flat patches of asphalt that she saw, wondering what kind of machinery they had used to make the land so flat, but the novelty wore off the longer she walked. After an hour of travelling they started seeing the ruined towers in the distance and were both awed and disheartened by them as they drew nearer. What they originally though were the remains of a gigantic castle resolved themselves as individual metal and stone spires that shot further into the sky than any of them had thought possible. The lack of light in any of the crumbling buildings gave them a depressing aura and when the lightning flashes lit up the sky the slight relative darkening of the structures made them appear almost sinister.

It took another hour before they were walking between the buildings. Around the base of each tower lay the broken remains of what use to be their exterior. The trio was a bit surprised to find that what they assumed was stone or brick had rusting metal rods thrusting out of the blocks. They were a bit confused by the material that at one end was as hard as a rock but at the broken side was crumbling to dust and could be broken off easily. A few theories came to Lucca about what the people who had made the structures had used but she kept her thoughts to herself. They wended their way through the ruins as best they could, keeping to the road as much as possible. Eventually, however, the main road ended and smaller paths wound off in varying directions. At Marle’s suggestion they decided to take the route that was the most open as it was most likely to have been used in the past. The group continued down the side street for a short time until it too ended, this time at a large opening to a massive, squat building.

There was a huge, damaged sign above the entrance reading in part: Lab 16. The rest of the sign was scratched out and illegible. The building itself was mostly intact at least compared to the surrounding structures but the entire edifice couldn’t be seen as several towers blocked the groups view of it. There was little else they could choose to do as they didn’t have a map of the area and weren’t aware of any other routes that would be better options. In addition they were in dire need of food, not having anything to eat since their arrival. With the warning that had been given about mutants in the area (whatever those were) the three of them drew their weapons and headed slowly into the lab.

The first thing that Crono noticed, after the many piles of junk that dotted the enclosed area, were the rats. Huge, creepy rodents that ran from place to place, picking up pieces of crap from one pile and either biting into it or carrying off to another pile of junk to deposit. The sheer number of them gave the redhead hope that there was something for them to eat but even if there wasn’t, the rats themselves could be used as an unappetizing food source. Marle found a broken glass case with several clear bottles inside. After knocking the rest of the glass out of the way with the butt of her crossbow she pulled out a container and handed it to Lucca to identify. The genius pulled down the eyepiece on her helmet so she could look through and study the bottle. After a moment she turned the bottle over a few times to look at the container itself but gave up after a short time and tried to pull the cap off. When it wouldn’t budge the purple-haired girl frowned at the vessel, trying to understand how to get it open. She saw the curved arrows that were emblazoned on the cap pointing clockwise and after a second a thought came to her. She twisted the cap in the direction of the arrows and heard a clicking sound as the cap started to move. She smiled inwardly at her ability to understand the directions but was more concerned with the contents, taking a swig of the liquid contained inside.

Lucca grimaced at the taste but swallowed it down anyway. After running her tongue around the inside of her mouth to get rid of the taste she handed the bottle to Crono. “It’s stale, but at least it’s water.” While Crono slaked her thirst Lucca pulled as many sealed bottles as she could from the ruined vending machine. Most of them went into her satchel for later but she kept one for herself and another was given to Marle so the three of them could survive. They moved on cautiously through the dilapidated warehouse, keeping an eye out for any more storage containers they could find. Eventually the dark, stony surroundings were broken by a splash of green. Marle pointed it out to the group that there was something different off in a corner and the three went to investigate. Lucca recognized it first as a plant, but nothing she had seen before. It looked kind of like a pitcher plant but was far larger than any she had heard about. It was growing out of the rubble beneath a hole in the roof but the clouds should have blocked the light enough to prevent the plant from getting as big as it was. The top of the pitcher would reach to about Lucca’s waist if she stood next to it and the vines that spread out from the base must have been as thick as her wrist at their widest. In addition it had two stalks sticking up around the rim of the pitcher that ended in what looked like flower bulbs.

Lucca took a few steps forward, making sure she avoided the tendrils on the ground and tried to get a better look at the plant but in one swift motion one of the stalks bent in her direction and the bulb burst open with a cloud of spores. The genius girl tried to pull back but tripped on a root and fell onto her butt. Marle went to help her and quickly found her ankle snared by one of the vines. Crono raised her sword to hack at the vine but felt something crash into her side and send her sprawling to the ground. The redhead looked up and saw a strange creature with slimy skin standing over her supine body. The creature was glaring down at the young woman with malevolent yellow eyes under a heavy brow. It’s bald, gray head possessed no nose but had a large circular opening where a mouth could be expected. Below the head there was no body but it was held up by eight tentacles that were spread open so it could straddle Crono’s body. The redhead swung at the creature but it reacted quickly by wrapping an appendage around her arms and holding it firm. The thing’s grip was stronger than Crono would have expected and she became worried when several more tentacles took hold of her and spun the redhead until she was on her stomach.

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Chapter 3

[I've decided that since this chapter is rather lacking in sex scenes I should just let everyone see it]

Chapter 3

Strange New World

Unlike her previous entries into the time gates, Crono had leapt forward to escape the guards chasing her. What she found out shortly after exiting the rift was that her forward momentum did not change during the trip and she was sent careening forward into a hard, metal wall with Marle still in her arms. Marle barked out a yell before the impact knocked both of them unconscious. When she woke up Crono saw that Lucca’s body was lying on top of hers, making the redhead think that Lucca had had the same thing happen to her. The young woman carefully crawled out from beneath the genius and checked to see if she was okay. She found that other than a bump on the head she was fine, or at least well enough to move after her jailbreak. Lucca groaned as she recovered but Crono was more concerned with Marle.

The Blonde was wedged into the corner made by the wall and the floor and she had a large red mark on the side of her face. Worse was that her foot was still bleeding, but it seemed to have at least partially clotted. Crono helped Lucca off of Marle so she could attend to the Prince, ripping of strips of cloth from her outfit to fashion a bandage. Once the purple-haired girl recuperated she offered her help, looking around for something that could be used as a crutch. While the genius was searching Marle woke up and gave Crono a tired smile. The redhead helped her sit up so her back was against the wall and made sure she was alright. The blonde tried to pretend that she was fine but the loss of blood had her feeling a bit weak and she settled for wrapping an arm around her temporary nurse and holding the young woman to her body.

A bit later Lucca returned with a metal pipe and something soft that could be used as a brace under the arm. “Hey, this was all I could find. Are you alright?” Marle nodded and allowed Crono to help her stand. “Yah, I’ll be okay.” She stood on one foot while her two friends wrapped the end of the pipe with the brace and then held it so she could use it. Marle placed it under her arm and tested her weight on it. The improvised crutch didn’t seem to be all that sturdy but it might last long enough if she took it slow. “Thanks, so where are we?” Lucca gave a bit of a smirk. “In the middle of Guardia forest.” After both Crono and Marle looked at her incredulously she continued. “Remember, these are time portals. We’re in the exact same spot that we left, just at a different point in time.”

Marle rolled her eyes. “Okay, so…when are we?” Lucca shrugged. “No idea, but from the look of thing we’re probably in the future.” She walked over to the side to gesture at some mechanical contraption. “This place is entirely made out of metal and seems to have machines all over through they look like they haven’t been active for centuries.” She pointed to the wall behind them. “I can’t quite be sure but it looks like that might be a door.” Marle looked up behind her. “Oh, hey, what’s that symbol on it?” Marle was referring to a gray, raised surface on the otherwise flat metal wall. It looked to be in the shape of a person wearing a very large dress but there were no details beyond a general shape. “Dunno, I’ve never seen it before.” She ran a hand over its surface before turning back to Crono and Marle. “Anyway, we should probably get moving if we want to find a place to rest.”

Marle frowned at her. “Why, what’s wrong with this place?” Lucca looked at her hand and held it up for Marle to see the sooty dust on her fingers. “No one’s been here for a long time and I don’t know about you but I’m getting hungry.” Marle looked down at her stomach. “Oh, okay. Wait, but…why can’t we just go back through the gate?” Lucca winced a bit. “Well we could, but there’s no guarantee the guards won’t still be there. I still don’t know enough about the gates to say if we’ll get dropped back at the point we left or if the time we spend here passes at the same rate back then. Crono tried to follow along with the conversation but like most times when Lucca started to ramble Crono became lost. The redhead placed a hand on Lucca’s shoulder and urged the genius to hurry up. “Right, sorry.” She turned slightly towards Marle. “Are you alright to move?” The blonde nodded and the three of them left their small shelter.

As they got outside they were met by the most discouraging sight; a dead, gray landscape with dark clouds roiling overhead. The wind howled around them, rushing through their clothes and causing them to shiver against the cold. Crono scanned the area and saw a blinking light in the distance. She got Lucca’s attention and pointed in its direction. The purple-haired girl nodded in agreement and the three set off as fast as Marle could manage. During their long trek the land changed very little. There was almost no plant life and what did exist was twisted and menacing. When they came upon a pool of water Crono knelt down to test it but immediately spit it out of her mouth. She had drunk some fairly unclean water in the past when necessary, but what she had just found was like someone had mixed acid with a wet shit and let it fester for a month. She wiped her tongue on her sleeve to get as much of the taste out of her mouth as possible but the foul tang lingered.

They pressed forward, walking for several hours before the source of the light came into view. There was a lighthouse-type structure on top of a large glass dome. The dome itself must have been over a mile wide and must have been very impressive in its day, but now there were cracks and holes that dotted its surface as well as a multitude of large debris that had been thrown into it and become stuck. Crono imagined it was caused by a windstorm which would probably be incredibly dangerous if the current gusts were the normal state of affairs. Lucca ran forward towards the metal collar that circled the base of the dome and waved for the two others to follow her as she disappeared into the structure.

Once Crono and Marle made it into the shelter they both crinkled their faces at the stench that permeated the place. It was painfully obvious what was causing the smell with a large number of filthy and bedraggled people sprawled out on the metal ground before them. Just about everyone in the place was gaunt and clothed in some mishmash of dirty fabric that Crono couldn’t identify. It was clear to the redhead that not a one of them had bathed recently but when she looked at their faces and saw the abject despair she understood that cleanliness was the least of their problems.

One of the people shambled over to them and tried to look imposing but her scrawny built hurt the effort. “Hey, you can’t just come in here like you own the place; you need to pay the tax.” Crono looked at Lucca and shrugged. “Uh, how much is it?” The woman smirked and pointed at Marle’s pendant. “I think that will do.” She went to grab for it but stopped when she suddenly had Crono’s sword pointed at her neck. “Okay, uh… never, nevermind. You don’t have to pay the tax, it’s fine.” She backed away slowly and once the woman felt she was far enough away she turned and fled out of sight. As Crono put away her sword another woman who looked a bit more collected but no less thin stepped forward.

“Well, strangers, it’s not every day you get to see Marco scared off like that. I’d tell you to watch your backs, but judging by the size of you I don’t think that’s necessary.” She held out her hand and Crono cautiously shook it; she was surprised by how strong the grip was. “Name’s Fiona, I’m responsible for the supplies here so if there’s anything you need come to me.” Lucca stepped forward. “Actually, we’re in a bit of need of a few things. We’re low on food and our friend here injured her foot.” She gestured to Marle and the trader looked the blonde over. “Well aren’t you a cute one, I do have a soft spot for vulnerable blondes so I might be willing to give you one of the medkits, but You’re going to have to do something for me in exchange.” Marle made a frown but nodded in agreement. “Excellent, now if you’ll follow me….”

They were led off into an adjoining room full of metal crates large and small. The woman walked around the place with aplomb, but the rest of them had to step carefully as to not bump into any of the equipment, something they did several times. Eventually they reached the center of the room, finding the woman sitting in a chair that had seen better days behind a table that wasn’t more than crate with a couple panels removed. The woman put her feet up on the table as they arrived and smiled at Marle. “Please, sit down.” Fiona waved her hand towards a few squat crates opposite of her. The three of them sat and she continued. “Here’s the deal, I can give you a medkit and it should take care of your foot…” “What do you mean should?” Lucca interrupted, “It’ll work fine as long as she doesn’t have an infection the kit can’t register. If that’s the case than it was good knowing you but you won’t last long around here.” Lucca frowned but saw back with the answer she received. The woman continued; “Anyway, as you might expect these little gems are getting harder and harder to find and no one is in the business of making any more, so I’m going to need something from you.” She paused for dramatic effect. “Namely your cum.”

Marle’s eyes shot open. “My what?” The woman placed her feet on the floor and leant forward. “I don’t know if you noticed it out there but the gene pool around her is getting a bit stagnant and nothing would be more valuable than an influx of…diverse traits that you possess.” Marle stared open-mouthed at the woman’s suggestion. Lucca stepped in to voice her outrage. “You can’t expect her to take that deal?” Fiona shrugged. “Why not, it’s not like you’re losing something you can’t replace and judging by the size of that bulge I daresay you have plenty to spare.” Marle shook her head. “No, the answer’s no, no way.” The woman grew a wry smile. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when that gets infected and your leg starts to rot.” Marle looked down at her foot and could see the blood just seeping through the bandage that had been applied. She could have all the pride she wanted but it wouldn’t do her any good if she was dead. “I’d offer your friends the same deal but neither of them have the right equipment and no one around here knows how to run the egg collector.”

Lucca looked quizzically at Fiona. “What’s that?” the woman stared back at Lucca blankly. “A device for harvesting eggs.” When none of them seemed to understand what she was talking about Fiona continued. “It snakes a few tubes up your pussy to your ovaries and picks a few of the ripest eggs to be fertilized later. All three of them gaped at Fiona having grasped just enough of what she had said to understand the implications. “But you don’t have to worry; no one knows how to use it and the automatic feature hasn’t worked in decades.” She thought for a second. “Well, I guess we could make a deal if you guys were willing to stick around for a few months and give us a healthy baby or two.” The sudden glare was all Fiona got in reply and she held up her hands to hold off the furor. “Hey, hey, don’t be like that. I’m just asking. If you don’t want to do it, you don’t want to do it.” She looked back at Marle. “So, what’s it going to be, cum or death?”

Marle looked at Crono with an apology in her eyes but Crono just nodded, knowing that it had to be done. “Alright, you can have my seed, but I’m going to need more than just a med-thingy.” Fiona squinted her eyes but gave a slight smile. “Hmm…like what?” Marle took a breath. “Food, supplies and weapons.” “And information.” Lucca interjected quickly. Fiona responded to the genius but kept her eyes on Marle. “What kind of information?” Lucca collected herself before answering. “We’re…searching for something. And I need to know if there have been any strange holes or portals that have been found.” Fiona now turned to look at the purple-haired girl. “What, do you mean like a sinkhole or something?” Lucca shook her head. “No, not in the ground, in the air.” Fiona’s eyebrows raised but the rest of her face remained impassive. “Oh. Uh, well I haven’t heard of anything like that.” She thought for a second. “But I might know someone who does.”

Fiona stood up and left the area, returning quickly with a thin, torn book that had the words ‘Road Atlas’ printed on the front. She opened it and showed the three of them a map of the world. To their eyes it was a strangely familiar image but the land looked a bit different than what they were used to. Fiona pointed to a dome on a large island below the major continent. “There’s an old person who lives there, near Death Peak, who knows a lot of strange things. She’s been known to wander around from time to time but I haven’t heard much about her lately. She might be dead but if it’s a strange thing you’re looking for she’s the one to ask.” Lucca thanked the trader but she just waived it off. “Don’t worry; I gave it to you for free because I have no idea if it’ll pan out. Now, to the rest of it.”

The trio was led deeper into the structure, down a series of long hallways until they arrived at a strange room with metal and glass cases. There was a bed in the middle of the room and a soft light glowing from the ceiling. A quiet hum could be heard throughout the slightly cold room. Marle was helped onto the bed and Fiona pulled some menacing metal device from the side of the room. Lucca looked both interested and worried. “What’s that?” Fiona responded while fiddling with a hose and other attachments. “It’s the collector. It’s going to deposit whatever she shoots out into a sealed container so it can be stored for future use.” Fiona held up a long metal tube open at one end and with a hose connected at the other. “Get hard and slip this on.” Marle took the device and looked at it dubiously. “Uh, I’m not sure this is going to work.” Fiona finished her task before standing next to Marle. “Why?” The blonde showed her the open end. “It’s not big enough.” Fiona’s eyebrows raised and her eyes moved between Marle and the device. “Really?” She seemed more interested than upset. As an answer Marle raised her butt off of the bed and pushed her panties down enough to reveal the fleshy tube contained within.

Fiona stared at Marle’s soft cock for far longer than she needed to, but so were Crono and Lucca. Even though her clothing had been designed to highlight her endowments it was only when massive prick was revealed that its size could really be known. Tentatively Fiona reached a hand out and placed it on the warm skin if her penis and seemed almost to pet it for a moment before holding up the end and lining it up with the metal tube. She could feel Marle beginning to stiffen, but while her dick was still flaccid the crown was still as wide as the rim of the tube. “Oh, wow.” The prince smiled at Fiona’s reaction, always satisfied when she could get that response out of someone. The shopkeeper’s face shifted slightly from awe to mischief. “I guess we’ll have to get it out the old-fashioned way.”

Lucca and Crono took positions on either side of the blonde and Fiona knelt between her legs. The shopkeeper began by gently sliding her hands up and down the still-growing prick while nuzzling her face between the large balls beneath, filling her nose full of the testosterone-fueled musk. Lucca ran her hands over Marle’s body, massaging her form through her clothes while Crono stared the blonde in the eyes with a sultry look. One of the prince’s hands rose up and pulled the redhead into a deep kiss. The two of them embraced with Crono’s gigantic chest pressing against Marle’s side while the blonde’s pride finished swelling and stood up to its full height. The prince pushed Crono back so she could look down between her modest chest at the rampant prick and saw Fiona’s face rose up from the base and as she appeared over the head her lips opened and swallowed the tip of Marle’s dick. The blonde let her head drop back to the bed and returned to the kiss with her paramour. Lucca, meanwhile, had freed the prince’s breast from their confinement and was busying herself with caressing the soft mounds. She stroked her hands over the swells and traced her fingers around the nipples. When she couldn’t stand it any longer she dipped her head down and took one of the nubs between her lips and gently sucked on the sensitive flesh.

Crono had to pull back to give Marle enough room to breathe as the blonde’s writhing began to increase. She wrapped a hand as best she could around the prince’s cock and pumped the shaft while Fiona worked her mouth over the tip. The shopkeeper was finding it difficult getting more than a few inches past her lips but not for lack of trying. The woman’s tongue lathered the head of Marle’s prick and bathed it with as much attention as she could, even slipping the tip into the slit at the end. Her free hand busied itself by caressing the huge balls that were pulsing in the blonde’s sack, urging them to produce as many sperm as they could. Lucca slowly became more aggressive with her attentions, moving on to pinching and teasing one of Marle’s nipples while gently biting down on the other and pulling on it to just before the point of pain. Crono looked down at the blonde as her breath quickened and she arched her back. Fiona could feel Marle’s balls pull up against her body and removed her mouth from the end of the cock, replacing it with the metal tube and with one hand around the shaft she could feel the huge load being shot out pulse by pulse.

Crono cradled the blonde’s head in her hand and looked down at her with a sweet smile as Marle finished cumming. The prince gave a tired smile in reply and relaxed back into the bed, clouding her eyes. The redhead looked down at Fiona and saw that she hadn’t been able to get all of Marle’s jism into the tube as some of it had sprayed out around the rim and gotten onto the blonde’s legs as well as the shopkeeper’s face and hands. Fiona didn’t seem to mind too much and when she tipped the tube down while squeezing the softening cock into the tube to get as much as she could she also brought a hand to her mouth to lick the sticky residue from her fingers. Lucca found that to be a good idea and joined Fiona in cleaning Marle up with her tongue and fingers, collecting as much cum as she could and holding it in her mouth to savor the taste before swallowing.

With their payment now made Fiona removed the device and, after playing around with the buttons and dials for a moment, removed something from a cabinet and handed it to Marle. “Here, wrap this around your foot and press the button then lay back and let the medkit fix your cut.” Marle held up the large bandage and though it looked like it was just a mass of cloth it was much heavier than it appeared. She held it to the bottom of her injured foot gently and wrapped the straps over, making the kit look like an oversized sandal. After a moment she felt an uncomfortable pressure against the bottom of her foot for a moment before losing feeling in the limb. The prince grew a bit worried but Fiona assured her that that was supposed to happen. About a half hour later the medkit gave a loud beep that made everyone jump and when Marle pulled it from her foot she could see no sign of the cut save for a thin white line that amounted to the least visible scar she had ever seen. When the prince gingerly slipped off the table and put a little weight on the foot she was surprised to find that there was no pain at all.

With Marle recovered Fiona led the group back to a small room full of squat crates. Some of them were closed but most had their lids off revealing the contents; Many kinds of long metal objects along with spherical and ovoid devices. “I’ve got guns, grenades, mines, mortars, rockets, anything you guys could want.” Crono and Marle looked at the equipment dubiously but Lucca was wide-eyed in excitement. “I…I’ve never imagined….” She picked up a weapon and held it in both of her hands. “What does this thing do?” Fiona smirked. “It’s an automatic, pull on the trigger and it’ll fire until it runs out. Ammo’s hard to come by though, so I wouldn’t suggest being reckless with it.” She looked at the other two. “Feel free to check out the inventory, find something you like.” Marle looked around and frowned at the selection. “You wouldn’t happen to have a crossbow would you?” Fiona couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “What? A crossbow, are you serious?” Marle looked a bit chastened. “Yah, I’ve had training with them. Why?” Fiona shook her head smiling. “You three really are odd. Alright, I’ll see if I have one tucked away but no promises.” She looked at Crono. “What about you sweetie, what’s your poison?” Crono pulled out her sword and held it up, indicating that she wanted something a thinner blade than the broadsword she had appropriated. Fiona shrugged. “I’ve got tactical knives and maybe a machete or two, but nothing that’ll be better than that.” Crono grimaced but nodded in understanding.

With the gun in Lucca’s hands the four travelled to another room that had boxes of clothing set against one of the walls. While old the outfits were in decent condition and Crono was able to change out of the getup she had stolen from the guard. Marle was able to swing a deal where she traded her regal gown for something a bit more practical. Crono grabbed a skin-tight green shirt and tied it under her huge chest to use as an improvised bra since nothing else could possibly fit her. She slipped on a pair of tan yoga pants that hugged the curve of her lower body and slipped her feet into short-heeled leather boots. She slipped a thick blue tunic over that to help fight off the cold wind and took a purple cloak and orange scarf for good measure.

Marle stuck with her white color scheme, opting for a white body stocking that clung to her form and left nothing to the imagination. On her feet she went for more sensible footwear than she usually used; plain, brown flats. Following Crono’s lead she also picked up a light purple felt coat that would keep her protected from the cold. Lucca had little need for a new ensemble as she had gone to rescue Crono from the castle already prepared so she hung back with Fiona and watched the two of them try on new clothes with a smile on her face.

With the entire group appropriately attired they returned to the main room. While Fiona tried to thank them for their business and move them out of the storeroom Lucca stopped and asked about the food. Fiona sighed in resignation. “We don’t have any.” Marle eyed her skeptically “What do you mean you don’t have any, there must be at least twenty people in the hallway, how do you feed them?” Fiona got a curious look on her face. “We have a den mother.” The trio looked at each other to see if any of them knew what the shopkeeper was talking about. Lucca was the first to speak up. “Uh, what’s that?” One of Fiona’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “You’ve never heard of a den mother?” The three of them shook their head. Fiona tilted her head back and took a deep breath before looking at them again. “Well, when Enertrons fail…” “What’s that?” Marle interjected. Fiona looked confused for a moment “Huh? You don’t know what an Enertron is either.” She got blank stares in response. “You mean you’ve all been living on actual food you whole lives?” The nods Fiona received struck her dumb for a moment.

The shopkeeper shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs. “Wow. Alright, an Enertron is a machine that can keep your body alive and functioning without food, but you end up losing alot of weight and you’re always hungry.” That explanation seemed to satisfy the three of them so she continued. “A den mother is someone that has been…changed to serve as a food supply. I’ve heard of some settlements that prefer using a den mother to Enertrons but you usually don’t see them unless all the Enertrons have died.” Lucca, again, was the quickest to ask a question. “What do you mean by ‘changed’?” Fiona was a bit sheepish in her answer. “Well, a mixture of hormones are injected into a person and it’s supposed to induce lactation. The problem is that there are side-effects.” Lucca folded her arms and waited for the shopkeeper to continue. “While not everyone reacts the same there are common occurrences: breast growth, increased fertility, becoming mute. Many of these traits are passed down to the next generation or two which is why I was surprised you haven’t head of a den mother before.” She pointed at Crono. “I was sure your friend here was related to one.”

Marle took a step forward. “Well, let’s go see the den mother than, I’ve had wet-nurses before.” Fiona held her hands out as if to hold back the blonde’s exuberance. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can’t see the den mother, the guards won’t let you.” Lucca tilted her head slightly “What guards? I didn’t see any guards when we got here.” Fiona rolled her eyes and acted as if she was explaining things to a child. “Well yah, no one cares about a few dozen people, but the den mother and the generator have to be protected at all times in case we get raided by mutes.” It was Marle’s turn to look confused. “Mutes? You mean like other den mothers?” Fiona started to look a bit exasperated. “Mutants. You know like the freaks in the ruins.” She continued when she saw no recognition in their faces. “Up north.” With still no impact she threw up her hands and walked away from the trio. “Where the hell do you people come from?”

After the shopkeeper calmed down she told them that they had to pass through the ruins to get to the Arris Dome, a place that was rumored to have food. Additionally if they wanted to talk to the person near death peak they’d have to go through the sewer system that was southeast of the Arris Dome to cross the sea. In any event they would have to set out in the morning because the day was ending and they wouldn’t be able to find their way north. The three of them returned to the hallway and found a quiet spot to rest for the night, using the cloaks they had grabbed as pillows to keep their heads off the hard, metal floor. Crono wasn’t sure if she was the first to knock off or not but with the exertions from the day finally catching up to her it didn’t take long for sleep to claim her.

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Crono was jolted awake when she felt someone grab her. Still a bit groggy she was slow in fighting back against the many arms that were trying to hold her down. The redhead barely even noticed when someone placed a hand over her mouth while she was pulling against her assailants. Quickly Crono’s head began to swim and she started feeling dizzy. As the dark figures around her began to dance in her vision she realized that they were trying to drug her. She tried to bring her hands up to fend them off but the strength had already left her body at that point and she was helpless to prevent the darkness from overtaking her.

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Crono woke from a dreamless sleep with a groan. She tried to bring a hand to her head in response to the massive headache she had but found that her arms were bound to the table she was on. She tried to sit up to get a look at herself but there was a strap that went across her forehead to prevent even that movement. She did see someone in the shadows looking at her but they left her sight before saying anything. She pulled at her restraints and heard them creak in response but the fabric they were made of seemed strong enough to hold her secure. Soon thereafter she heard footsteps grow louder followed by the appearance of a thin woman in ragged clothes. She looked just like everyone else Crono had seen since coming through the gate except for the look in her eye; while everyone else looked like they were resigned to their fate this woman was focused and determined on her task. There was something else mixed in there as well, through Crono couldn’t tell if it anger, sorrow, or guilt.

The woman pulled a tray over and set it next to the bed Crono was on. The woman picked up a pair of scissors and held it up high enough for the redhead to see. “I’m sorry we have to do this, but our den mother is sick and she doesn’t have much time left.” The woman placed her hand on Crono’s clothed breast. “You’re the biggest one I’ve ever seen so you should provide plenty of food for the community.” She brought the scissors down and began to cut through Crono’s green shirt. “I wish there was another way, but I can’t all those people starve.” She pulled the thin fabric away to expose the redhead’s gigantic tits in all their glory. They sat proudly on the young woman’s chest despite her prone position causing some of the soft flesh to settle against her body. The woman ran her fingers over the generous slopes with wonder for a time before she collected herself and retrieved a second instrument from the cart. When Crono saw that it was a syringe she didn’t immediately recognize its purpose but the sharp end gave her all the incentive she needed to renew her struggles. The ineffective writhing caused her bust to jump and shake in the air but the woman didn’t seem to mind. After watching the hypnotic display for a short time she grabbed onto the end of a breast and held it still while she brought the needle close. Crono winced in pain as she was pierced and felt an odd sensation as something was injected into her flesh.

Crono was near tears after the woman repeated the process on her other breast, though more for her helplessness than the pain. The woman gave her a weak smile and ran a thumb across the redhead’s cheek. “Don’t worry, soon these babies will start making milk and once we get you hooked up all this will become a distant memory.” A distant crashing noise caught her attention and she spun around. “What was that?” The woman took a few steps away from Crono and called out: “Mable! Peter! What’s going on?” Crono heard her gasp sharply and back up until she was stopped by the table. “Let her go. Now!” Crono was overjoyed to head Lucca’s voice and after she felt the straps being removed she sat up and smiled at the genius who was busy pointing her weapon in the woman’s direction. She turned slightly to look at the redhead. “Crono, are you okay?” The young woman nodded and went to hop off the bed but she wasn’t yet used to her expanded bust and stumbled forward. Lucca dropped a hand from her gun to stop the redhead’s fall and while she managed to catch Crono the woman who had captured her was given enough time to reach for a weapon.

Lucca was just a little too slow in recovering and found herself looking down the barrel of a strange-looking gun. “I didn’t want to do this; all we needed was one person to be a den mother.” The woman had a pained look in her eyes. “We were going to let you and the blonde go but you just couldn’t leave her could you.” She took a step to the side and motioned with her gun for Lucca and Crono to move towards the bed. “If you don’t want to leave her I guess we could use two den mothers. Who knows, maybe with two of you you’ll last longer than the last….” Her words were cut short with the sound of an arrow being loosed followed by a bolt hitting her in the arm and sending her to the ground. The gun in her hands was sent spinning away while the woman’s attention was focused entirely on the wooden shaft sticking out of her forearm. It took a moment for the pain to register but when it did she started to scream. Lucca pointed her gun in the direction that the bolt came but quickly lowered the muzzle when she saw Marle smiling at her with an empty crossbow in her hands. “I told you I know how to shoot one of these.” She slung the weapon over her shoulder and walked towards Crono. “Are you okay, can you walk?” Crono looked away from the screaming woman and nodded. She did her best to pull the two sides of the shirt together and retie it under her chest before following her friends out of the structure.

When the three of them returned to the entrance hallway they saw several people standing in a semicircle looking at them in anger. Lucca pointed her gun in their direction and the people seemed to get the message, staying a safe distance away from the trio. From behind Crono saw that her sword was slung over Lucca’s shoulder and pulled it out so that she would be armed as well in the event that the mob decided to charge them. As they retreated, however, no one in the irate crowd was willing to risk getting killed and just followed the retreating threesome. After making it out into the open and seeing that the people weren’t willing to follow them outside of the dome’s protection the three of them stopped to take a breath.

Crono was shivering in the wind of the early dawn and was grateful when Marle pulled the purple cloak from a pack and draped it across the redhead’s shoulders. Once Crono was warm enough to stand without shaking uncontrollably the three of them began making their way north towards the safety of the small structure they had arrive in. It took an hour or so before they reached their destination, a far easier march with Marle’s foot now healed. Exhausted by the day’s events the three of them bedded down behind a locked door and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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The trio got a late start to the day, rising long after the light had reached its apex. Because of the cloud cover it was impossible to tell the exact time of day but that was immaterial at the moment. With their disastrous encounter with the people of the ruined dome to the south Lucca pointed out that they had a few options to choose from but none of them good; they could try to head back through the gate but risk being captured by soldiers stationed around the area, they could try to find another gate to use but there was no guarantee that they would be able to find one, or they could give up trying to get home and stay in this time period (something that each of them discounted immediately).

After a bit of discussion they agreed to try and head back through the gate to see if the area was still being watched. With their weapons out Lucca activated the key and they stepped into the portal. A moment later they were standing in the middle of the forest in the middle of the afternoon. Lucca was about to say something about it appearing that time passed normally while they were on either side of the gate but she was disrupted when the sounds of soldiers scrambling through the underbrush drew her attention. The genius fumbled for a moment to reactivate the key and saw the gate open just as the soldiers appeared in the clearing. The three of them vanished into the portal before anyone could lay a hand on them but when they arrived back on the other side they all agreed that they couldn’t risk using the gate again, at least not for a while.

The only palatable option left to them was to search for another gate they could use and try to find their way back to their own time in a roundabout fashion. With nothing to hold them back they immediately set out for the ruins to the north.

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