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Bringing Them All Back Home	By : khfun159 Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 10686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, and I make no profit off of this work. Also, I am ignoring Chrono Cross's existence for simplicity's sake.

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This chapter contains a sexual scene with Frog, who as you would know from playing the game is a man in amphibian form. If that really turns you off, skip ahead.

Two warriors camped at the base of Denadoro's largest Mountain, having just slain a pack of Ogans. Glenn's marshmallows had crisped and blackened as he stared at the flickering flame. Cyrus stood near the mouth of the shallow stream, donning his helmet after a quick bath. "Phannah should have been here," Glenn said, void of emotion. Cyrus half-looked at his friend, agreeing with a grunt. The three adventurers had only been home for a couple of days after retrieving the Hero's Medal from the Frog King. Cyrus was hailed commander of the army, and Glenn couldn't have swollen with more pride. Together, the trio would take down Magus and his army of Mystics.

"Leave the vengeance to me, Glenn." Cyrus sat down on the log beside his friend, moving the burnt stick away from the flame. "Eat, and rest up. Magus will pay for what his cronies did in due time." Glenn cringed, the images rushing through his mind.

Phannah, her tunic ripped open in seven cuts. She lay still on the floor of Manoria Cathedral, violated and reeking of blood. The green-haired squire discovered her there, with Slash pulling up his trousers and sneering. If the bastard had not thrown a smoke bomb and run away, Glenn would have killed him in an instant. Every cleric in Guardia worth his salt attempted to save the seventeen-year old archer, but to no avail. A powerful sorcerer had inflicted some kind of curse that burned Phannah up from the insides. Glenn knew if he could just end those villains' lives, he might be able to forgive himself for not being there. At Phannah's tombstone, he vowed to avenge her and bring the rapists to justice.

"Ozzie, Sir Slash, and the witch." Cyrus turned to his friend. He'd done everything possible to comfort Glenn, but knew it useless. His squire had repeated their names like a mantra since Phannah's death.

"Do not lose focus on our mission, Glenn," he said darkly. "Magus has to come first. You know that, right?"

Glenn remembered how Ozzie had appeared in his room the evening after, stroking a yellow tabby cat's fur. "Aw, what's the matter, shrimp?" Glenn, startled, looked for his sword. "Don't worry about that whore. Every one of you humans is going to be a pile of ash soon!"

"Shut up!" He threw a pan at the demon, but Ozzie brought some kind of crystal shield up around his arm and blocked it.

"Whoa! You deserve a thrashing, kid," Ozzie laughed maniacally, and flashed his claws. "Why don't you come and meet Lord Magus in a couple of days, up on the top of Denadoro?" Glenn thought that was strange, but felt glad to know he'd have a chance to kill Ozzie. After the mystic escaped, Glenn told Cyrus about the challenge, and soon they were off to the mountain on official orders from the king.

Now, the two knights slept in the wilderness. When they rose, everything happened in a flash. Up the mountain they traveled, slicing through hordes of helpless Free Lancers and Goblins. Cyrus remembered every step of the way from his journey to obtain the Masamune. The two greatest swordsmen in the land had no trouble reaching the pinnacle. There, they waited in the shadows.

Ozzie and Magus loomed near the cave, conversing about something. "Did you find it, boss?"

Magus sounded annoyed. "Dead lead. The traces I sensed must have been left behind by that accursed blade."

"What the hell are we lookin' for anyway? You said it could be the end of all humanity, right?" Ozzie's giddiness about the situation disgusted the lurking swordsmen.

"It's useless anyway. Without enough Dreamstone, I can do nothing. If only I could touch the filthy sword!"

"Then why'd we come all the way up here, boss?"

"I thought... I had found someone from my past. Whoever, or whatever it was, has moved along now."

Glenn wanted to listen in on more, but his friend dove on to the scene like lightning, the Masamune aimed straight for Ozzie's jugular. The great blue Mystic shrieked, completely off guard, but a shard of ice flew in to Cyrus's hand at the last second. "Agh!" Cyrus reached for his arm, and the sword was lost, dropping down the nearby waterfall. Glenn rushed to the cliff, hoping he might be able to save the Masamune. Too late. Before he could move, Ozzie had teleported behind him, delivering a blow to the head. "Aaah!"

"Beware, Glenn!" his comrade yelled. Magus chanted a spell.

"Cyrus! The sword... The Masamune!"

Ozzie chuckled, returning to his master's side. "Gyah ha ha... Is THAT the best you can do?! Without your sword, you're nothing!"

Cyrus blazed in anger. "Arrgh! You haven't beaten me yet!" He grabbed a red knife from his belt and started toward the purple-robed wizard.

Glenn could feel himself passing out. "C... Cyrus... I'm a g...goner." Desperate and unwilling to lose another friend, Cyrus turned around to face the squire again.

"Glenn, escape while I keep them at bay!" he roared.

"B, but...!"

"If you stay, they'll get us both." He sounded confident, even though Glenn knew he was frightened. "Go on, Glenn!"

Magus spoke. "You'd better worry more about yourself, Cyrus!"

"And that is all." Frog put down the second bottle of Toma's Spirits, and then let out a burp that sounded like a croak.

"But it was just getting good!" Gina hiccupped. This had been one of the best nights of her life, just listening to the frog man's tale. She didn't even notice that three hours had passed.

"Forgive me, m'lady, but this drink has eroded my remembrance." Gina giggled at his word choice. This frog was a hoot.

"Gee, I thought I had it bad," she said, not really talking to her new friend. "At least I haven't lost EVERYONE important to me. This Magus fellow sounds like a real jerk." She was too far gone to even remember why the name seemed familiar.

Frog croaked again. "I depart tomorrow to his lair. Sir Crono has agreed to aid me in the quest."

"Well, I hope you know what you're looking for," she laughed, putting an arm around Frog. He shook a bit at her touch.

"Looking for? I should think it clear."

"You want revenge. Hic! But is it for your buddies, or for yourself, Froggy?" Her drunken gaze pierced him like a dagger.

"I do not follow."

Gina was amused, and leaned over Frog, face to face. He smelled like a swamp, but in her philisophical drunk state she did not care. "See, see, see! I know what this is all about. You miss them. I KNOW you do. Totally. Heck, I mess that hunk Cyrus just hearing about him." Frog trembled; she looked ready to heave. "But it's not really THEM you miss, in some ways. Yeah, you wanna see ‘em again. But it's more about..." She pointed at his chest, digging in to the tunic. "This person." Frog started to get angry with the woman, but he let her go on. He knew enough about bar fights to avoid interrupting Gina's drunken rant. "You miss bein' close to them. Sword-fightin' with your bro, bangin' your ho."

"Dear me!" Frog leapt three feet in the air. He had said nothing about his secret relationship with Phannah.

Gina giggled. "That's why you're hangin' out with Crono, right? He's like that CYRUS fellow." She belched loudly. "So who's the lucky fill-in pussy, huh? Is it Marle?" Gina's voice got sing-songy. "Marle's my Crono's!" Frog blushed pale green, but knew the crazy woman was partly correct. Traveling with Crono felt like being with Cyrus again. Drinking and chatting with his mother felt like... "Yeah, see, I was just thinking before you three showed up, y'know?" She slumped her head over above his waist, taking up the whole couch. Frog prayed she couldn't feel his stirring arousal. "I miss my husband, but it's been a long, long time. I guess I REALLY just miss being myself!" Without warning, she started unbuttoning the front of her dress. "Sorry, it's hot in here."

"Er..." Frog didn't know what to say.

"Eighteen," she said.

"Pardon me?"

"That's how many."

"What dost thou speak of?"

Gina pointed at her crotch. "They've been in there." She smiled, and giggled before burping again.

Frog's jaw practically slammed on to the floor, and his tongue did. This woman needed a nap. Suddenly, he noticed the lustful gaze in her eyes. "A...Arst thou trying to seduce me?"

Gina smiled, and slowly wrapped a hand around his hardened member. Glenn's penis was about three inches smaller than he remembered it as a human, but he didn't care at that moment. "Maybe. This one wants to play!"

"What would Cyrus do? What would Cyrus do?" He was flabbergasted, looking for an exit, but not really wanting to escape. Frog shut his eyes. "J...Just get it over with," he thought. He took a deep breath, and looked down at the woman. "Very well, let us—" She'd started snoring, her face in his lap. Frog sighed, now a bit disappointed. "It is just as well." He stood up, careful not to disturb Gina's nap, and rested her on a pillow, face up.

Frog was halfway to the door when he turned back, an improper thought occurring to him. "Perhaps I should not, but I cannot concentrate with this." He looked down at his pants. Frog walked over to the sleeping woman and placed a hand on her chest. Glenn had not felt a woman's breasts since becoming an amphibian. He prodded and squeezed them, remembering exploring Phannah's body. They were soft, and much larger than any he had touched in the past. Frog wanted to pull off Gina's clothing, but he feared the encounter with Crono and Marle if they arrived. Instead, he continued playing with the mounds of flesh through Gina's partly opened dress, savoring the texture.

"I may not have very much time," he thought. Frog straddled the woman's legs and lifted her dress, taking in the sight of her black, silky panties. "Gracious! It seems even common women dress as concubines in this era." Frog peered in all directions, then nervously reached up to Gina's underwear, pulling it down to her knees. She still snored lightly. Her moist entrance was completely visible now, a full forest of green hair protecting it. In the past years, Frog had debated what he would do if a situation like this came up in his frog form. Unsure if he could impregnate a woman with tadpoles, he decided to refrain from intercourse. "But I might still have a taste," he said, now smiling lightly. Frog opened his mouth wide, as if preparing a Slurp technique, and his long tongue stretched out and headed for Gina's pussy. One of the advantages he now had over a normal man was in coverage. Frog slurped over the entire length of her vagina, avoiding the clitoris for now and taking in her aroma. He paused. She tasted surprisingly sweet, even though the wine had dulled his senses somewhat. Frog began teasing her entrance, licking in slow circles. Gina had a smile on her face now, and she had stopped snoring, but still seemed out of commission.

Frog got more playful. He slid up farther on to Gina's body, groping her breasts while his tongue gently massaged her clit, covering the entire nub at once. Gina moaned lightly, and he quickened the pace, flicking at her hardened nipples. "If only I did not smell like home," he thought. "Many lasses would crave for a man with an extendable tongue." As he continued playing with Gina, Frog's lust started to bother him more and more. This gave him an idea. He stopped bathing Gina's clit, eliciting a frustrated groan. Frog looked up at her face, but she still seemed to be sleeping. Satisfied, he lowered his head to her womanhood and shot the long tongue in to her, as deep as it would go. With both hands he grabbed on to Gina's bottom, then started tongue-fucking her.

The sexual simulation proved to be lots of fun. Frog basked in the feeling of her contracting inner walls as they accepted his slimy appendage. Gina started panting now, and unconsciously humping Frog's face. He nearly thought she might be awake, working toward release. With his tongue, Frog reached in to the deepest parts of Gina, massaging and thrusting against spots he hoped would bring her more pleasure. Admittedly, he did not know nearly as much about the art of cunnilingus as Cyrus, who had precious few moments to impart his knowledge. Frog hardly noticed that he had started humping Gina's left leg while playing with her insides. His eyes were closed, lost in the moment, as Gina took a peek. She wasn't sure if she were dreaming or not, but didn't want to stop him despite the bizarre sight of a frog between her legs. It felt pretty nice, watching him enjoy exploring her with such spirit. The frog looked like he was having fun for the first time in ages. Gina couldn't complain about the fact that he felt like a teenage boy giving sloppy head, given the circumstances.

Frog didn't last much longer, and with one hard thrust against Gina's smooth leg released his seed. Feeling lighter than air, he shrugged off the fact that he'd stained his undergarments. Panting, croaking, and fulfilled, Frog released his tongue from the woman's opening. Gina quickly shut her eyes, faking some drool. Glenn cleared his throat with a ribbit. He returned Gina to her original state of dress, wiped off his gloves, and left the house, hoping she would not remember. The thought of fighting with Sir Crono about violating his mother did not appeal to him. He walked over to the sea and stood with his cape blowing in the wind, staring at Denadoro Mountains, which still remembered his encounter with the Mystic Overlord over four hundred years ago. Glenn tried to block off the image of himself as a human again, bouncing up and down above Gina's—and then Phannah's—womanly forms, and focused all his thoughts instead on the fated encounter with Magus.
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