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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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"Why am I still so wet?" Nearly a week had passed since Crono and Ayla's mysterious visit, and Gina could not push the experience out of her consciousness. Something about being held, hurled off of a cliff, and threatened with the prospect of wild lesbian sex by the bombshell had made her just a little hot and bothered. She had masturbated furiously twice a day since and still couldn't concentrate on anything else. "No, she can't have meant it," Gina reasoned. "The woman could barely string a sentence together. She had no idea what she was saying." Gina hung up a pot and looked to the cat for advice. Its swishing tail reminded her of Ayla's ridiculous outfit, and only made Gina start rubbing at her crotch again. At the very least, Gina felt pleased that Ayla had actually been human. Maybe her life had returned partially to normal after all. She gazed out of the kitchen window at the Black Omen in the distance. The mysterious vessel made her feel uneasy, but had floated silently for as long as she could remember, never changing.

"Time to try again," she said. Gina entered her room and plopped down on the bed. She lifted her dress up and continued rubbing the cotton fabric of her panties, feeling her arousal. Though she had struggled all week, Gina found herself unable to get off. She desperately wanted to, hoping it would alleviate her thoughts of Ayla, in addition to any random fantasies about the frog that crept by. She peeled the garment off and rubbed slowly, but vigorously against her small nub, closing her eyes. Nice, but not getting anywhere. Gina moved her fingers to her leaking entrance and wet them, hoping that would feel more like a tongue or something. No luck.

Unsatisfied, Gina thought about playing Solitaire instead, or perhaps rearranging Crono's room. Neither one seemed much more appealing than the other. She was about to try masturbating again when a knock scared her, making her grab on to her underwear. "Who would come by at this hour?" The clock by her bed read 8:43. Gina cast aside the wet panties and pulled out the black, frilly ones on top of the pile in her open drawer, not even paying attention as they fit on snugly, hugging her hips. She darted to the kitchen, ran some water over her hands, and moved to the front door.

Three beautiful women stood waiting, the oldest looking very cold in her skimpy hide outfit. "Marle? Lucca? Ayla?" Odd. She wondered why Crono had not come with them. They had grim expressions on their faces and looked starved. "Well, don't just stand out there, come on in." They all sat around at the coffee table and Gina served some orange juice. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked, sipping her drink.

The three girls looked at one another, seeming to share the same morose expression. Whatever had happened, it wasn't good. Gina sensed them hiding something from her. Finally, Lucca spoke up. "We need to borrow the Crono doll, ma'am," she stated flatly.

She'd picked the thing up from Bekkler and left it in her son's room, not even aware that Crono's friends knew about it. "Certainly, you can. Might I ask why?"

Ayla remained silent, but Marle started to look nervous, turning to Lucca for advice. The brainy girl grinned fakely, and uttered out a response. "Uh, we wanted to… role play?"

"What?"

"Lucca!" Marle shouted, her face turning pink in disbelief.

"What role play?" Ayla asked, legitimately perplexed.

"I can't lie to you, Gina," Lucca continued, ignoring her friends. "The three of us have discussed it several times. We've fantasized about your son over the course of our vacation."

"Oh, spare me," Gina said, folding her arms.

Lucca's grin grew more mischievous, and Marle looked like she might faint. A fiery expression overtook Lucca's face. "See, we decided that, given the chance, it might be fun to 'gang rape' Crono. Maybe tie him up, tickle him a bit. I know it's vulgar, but I had to get it off my chest. So can we borrow the doll or not?"

Gina wasn't sure if she should kick the women out of her house or laugh her ass off. The thought of her son submitting to them amused her. In that moment, Lucca reminded Gina of her mother, Lara. "What makes you think I would agree to that?"

"See, that's why we want the doll, Gina," Lucca explained. "We can indulge ourselves to our hearts' contents, and your son won't be psychologically scarred by the experience for the rest of his… life." Ayla whispered in to Marle's ear, asking her what the girl was talking about. Marle just shrugged.

Gina could tell that Lucca was fibbing. The inventor had no intention of telling her the truth. Still, the grave expressions those girls had walked in with made it clear that borrowing the doll must be of the utmost importance. "Fine, take it," she surrendered. Seeing the thing only made her miss Crono more anyway.

"Could we stay the night?" Marle asked, breaking her silence. "We have a… strange destination in mind for tomorrow, and I could use a night here to think." Ayla nodded in agreement.

"You are always welcome in my home, ladies," Gina said. "I'll pull out some blankets and pillows, maybe some wine too. It'll be like a sleepover!" Why not, she thought. Perhaps she could press the truth out of them with some alcohol.

"A real sleepover?" Now Marle seemed excited. Lucca shook her head at the ditz's incredulous expression. Before they knew it, the four girls were sitting in their makeshift beds and playing Gin Rummy around the coffee table. Gina tried to get them to open up, but they seemed distant in spite of Lucca's earlier suggestions.

After a particularly silent round, Gina slapped her hand on the table. "You ladies need to loosen up!" She pulled out a bottle of Toma's Spirits and four wine glasses seemingly out of nowhere. Marle turned pink, Lucca grinned, and Ayla picked her nose.

"What that?" Ayla asked.

"Something you'll like," Gina said with a wink.

"It's like your village's soup." Lucca ribbed Ayla, laughing evilly.

"M-Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Marle said quietly, remembering Lucca's behavior at the party in Aoka village.

"Nonsense, Marle." Gina poured the contents of the bottle in to the glasses, and then passed them out to her guests. "Drink up, and let's try playing a different game."

Marle stared at the wine, shrugged, and gave it a sip. "What sort of games do you normally play at sleepovers?" she asked.

Lucca's malicious laughter continued. "Let's play Truth or Dare!" She sneered.

"Oh, I haven't played that since I was a little girl!" Gina said, squealing with glee. It sounded like fun, and she could potentially harvest what had happened to her son out of the girls.

"What that game?" Ayla asked. Lucca explained the rules, then they all spent nearly fifteen minutes explaining Rock-Paper-Scissors to Ayla, and then they all played Rock-Paper-Scissors to determine who would go first. Ayla lost quickly because she chose rock every time, having never heard of the other two. "Dumb game," she grumbled. Eventually, Lucca won and looked at her three friends, trying to think of a good opening move. Ayla still couldn't tell if they were playing Rock-Paper-Scissors or had moved on, and kept thrusting the Rock sign in the air.

Finally, Lucca figured it out. "Marle!" she yelled. The princess looked frightened.

"Um, truth," she said quietly.

Lucca laughed even more sinisterly than before. "OK, then." The brainy girl chugged her drink a little, then wiped her face off. "How far have you gone with Crono?"

Marle felt like the smallest thing in the room all of a sudden. "What kind of question is that?" she squeaked.

"You have to answer," Gina said. "It's the rules." She wanted to know anyway.

"The truth is…" All of the girls leaned in to hear the details. "I haven't even kissed him. I'm still scared."

Lucca and Gina both pounded their fists on the table. "Bummer! I was hoping for some goods!" Lucca said.

Ayla nodded. "Marle need leave nest. Boobs big enough."

"What?" the girl's eyes bulged.

"Fine," Lucca groaned. "It's your turn, princess."

"Stop calling me that!" Marle shouted. Gina smirked at their interplay. These girls either hated each other or had become best friends. Rivals, perhaps?

Marle took on a pompous look, and drank to the bottom of her glass, motioning to Gina for a refill. "All right then, I choose Lucca."

"Fine!" the spectacled girl responded. "Make it a dare."

"I dare you to kiss my feet." Marle ordered.

"What the hell kind of dare is that?"

"Are you chicken?" She flapped invisible wings at the girl.

"All right, fine." Lucca crawled over to Marle, who stretched out her leg to meet Lucca's face. She couldn't complain; the girl's feet were pristine.

"Make sure sniff first," Ayla suggested.

Lucca grinned, then planted a light peck on Marle's big toe.

"Very good," Marle said. But Lucca wasn't finished. She opened her lips and started licking the princess's toe, then to her complete surprise, sucking on it with fervor. "Hey!" Marle shrieked. "What's the deal?"

Gina giggled and lightly burped. "I think Lucca and your toe want to go all the way!"

"How utterly disgusting." Marle cringed. Finally, Lucca pulled away and licked the palm of her hand suggestively.

"Mm," the scientist said. "Very nice, Marle." She sat back in her seat. "Now let's see..."

"When Ayla turn?"

Lucca looked around the room, and then made her decision. "Gina."

Gina was surprised the girls had included her, actually. Watching them play around reminded her of how she had once been so carefree. However, seeing the opportunity, she jumped in. "Dare." The words surprised her after they came out of her mouth. She had meant to stick with truths.

Lucca grinned, and strangely, Gina thought she picked up a knowing look from the girl's eyes. "Make out with Ayla for five minutes."
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