The Folly of Magus

Disclaimer: All rights to the name "Chrono Trigger" belong solely to Square Enix. I neither own nor profit from Chrono Trigger or from the writing of this story.

Author's Note: Well, I felt like writing this story up. It is not going to be everyone's cup of tea but screw it. Anyway, to those who DO like this kind of stuff, I hope I do it justice and I hope you enjoy.

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It felt like a dream really.

To the dark wizard Magus, the long sought and near impossible goal of killing and eradicating Lavos from the face of the Earth had been achieved. As such, Magus was then spared the time to do the one thing he had wanted to do since the fall of the Ocean Palace.

Find Schala.

This would be looked on as odd. Why would a hardened, near evil wizard with a black heart wish to find someone as pure and alluring as Schala? Surely she would be of no use to him, his main objective is now completed and having no use for they Mystics, would he rather not be alone?

One would have to know that the Shadow Wizard was once a child of the fallen kingdom (or Queendom perhaps) of Zeal. Not any child, however, but the son of the very queen herself. Which made him the younger brother of Schala.

Now it makes sense.

For this reason, he had asked to be dropped off in his home time, around twelve thousand years before the present day. He figured that if he were to find Schala, it would be in this time period.

Magus would definitely find someone, but not who he expected and definitely not someone he wished to see again.

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It had been nearly a week since his departure from Crono and the others and Magus was combing the shoreline. He knew that Schala possessed great magical powers and if she survived the disaster, she would surely would have put up a barrier of some sort to protect her from the pressures of the water and bring her to the surface.

That was his hope, that he would find her unconscious body along the shoreline. As much as Magus hated doing so, he actually daydreamed of finding Schala's body on the shoreline, wet and completely unconscious. He would take her to his abode, where he would light a fire and (this made even the dark wizard blush) remove her clothes to dry while he covered her with something warm.

He even went so far as thinking about what foods to cook for her when she came to.

So it was one of those days that Magus was combing the shoreline and was daydreaming, not really looking for a body, when he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell onto the cold sand.

Magus cursed silently under his breath, wondering what in the world he nearly tripped on and turned. His normally stoic face suddenly went to that of surprise as he witnessed the body he saw before him on the shoreline.

Queen Zeal.

There she was, her golden and blue dress pressed heavily against her frame, her teal colored hair was in complete disarray and she seemed to have her arms held close against her body.

At once Magus growled at the sight and muttered a spell so that he could incinerate her from the face of the Earth.

Yet, as he was finishing his spell, he suddenly realized how fortunate he really was. No, he was not happy to be reunited with his dear mother but he had many questions that he wanted to ask, questions that he had since he was a child.

And besides, after the suffering she had put him through, both intentionally and unintentionally, burning her out of existence would be far too lenient of a death for her. No, Magus had other plans for the former queen.

So, he went forward toward the former queen. Magus' heart was beating very quickly. His hands were shaking and he really felt the urge to erase her from existence here and now. But he restrained himself and bent over to pick up her unconscious body.

Surprised at how light she was, he dashed forward to his abode so that he could tidy her up.

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Having reached his small hut, Magus proceeded to put the former queen down on the makeshift mat that he used to go to sleep. He looked everywhere for some clothing that he may have for women.

Unfortunately, most of his wardrobe was on his person and the only spare clothes that even looked remotely feminine was a pink, skimpy tank top and tight shorts that Flea had fancied at one time. Why he had these he didn't know but he knew that the queen might die of hypothermia if he left her in her wet clothes.

It was then that Magus realized that he was going to be undressing his very own mother.

The thought seemed to have off put Magus and he suddenly seemed very hesitant. Still, he gritted his teeth, cursing himself for being nervous at just the prospect of undressing a person. He had gone through hell and back, why would undressing a women, albeit his mother, make him into a nervous wreck?

Steeling himself forward, he pulled the wet robe from his mother's body. It was very heavy due to being water logged and he threw it aside. The robe consisted of most of her clothing it seemed as she appeared much smaller than before without it. She now only had what looked like a golden dress with blue lining.

Gulping deeply, Magus pulled the damp, top part of the dress off his mother's body and brought it down to her waist. Magus looked back and was now shocked at what he saw.

His mother was now nude from the stomach up. Her voluptuous breasts were exposed before him, her small tits having hardened slightly due to the change in temperature.

Magus, despite trying not to, blushed deeply at the sight and wondered as to why his mother looked so very young. If anything, he looked older than she did.

There was no denying that she was beautiful, even in this state, and completely helpless for that matter, which made her seem even more attractive then before.

Magus could not help but begin to feel aroused at the sight of his half-naked mother. Perhaps it was because he had never seen a women naked before (Flea, being a male despite girlish appearance, did not count) and this was his very first time seeing one naked, even if she was his mother.

And that does not even include the fact that her skirt was still on and that he now needed to pull the rest of the dress off from her legs.

With an uncharacteristic nervousness that he could not control, Magus then took his shaking hands over to the hem of the skirt and began to pull down.

Each bit of skin revealed made his heart beat faster and Magus could not help but hold his breath. When he revealed what looked like the outer fringes of the Queen's teal colored pubic hair, Magus nearly stopped as his hands were now shaking uncontrollably.

Cursing now loudly to himself, Magus wondered why he was so nervous just from undressing his mother. His battle with Lavos did not even make him this nervous. So why, why was this happening to him?

With a mighty tug, Magus pulled at the skirt quickly as the dress slithered off with a wet slop. He really wanted to get this annoying (if not stimulating) chore out of the way.

The dress was very water-logged and smelt of brine. Snorting in annoyance, Magus threw the dress over to where the robe was. He would have to dry those later or perhaps he should burn them. If his mother were to wear something more humble maybe she would not act so high and mighty.

Knowing that she was surely naked at this point, he tried very desperately not to look but he knew that if wanted to dress her into the dry clothes he would have to see her.

So, he hastily picked up the tight shorts so that he could get that part out of the way and proceeded to put them on his unconscious mother.

It was then that Magus saw her completely nude, bare to all the world and her beauty exposed to his eyes. Every single private area that was once covered by huge robes by the Queen was now available for Magus to view.

Magus was really beginning to struggle now. His pants felt uncomfortably tight and his hands were beginning to shake again. There was this primal feeling that was beginning to make its way from the pit of his stomach and Magus knew that he would lose it if he did not put those shorts on.

So he hastily put them on, nearly losing it as his hands brushed against his Queen Zeal's smooth thighs and buttocks.

So desperately did Magus want to touch that diamond shaped vagina hiding beneath the Queen's teal colored pubic hair. He had never touched one before and he knew that this was his opportunity. The very fact that he entered the world from the Queen's inner womb made this guilty pleasure all the more alluring.

So he placed his hand on his mother's stomach. The skin was very cool and smooth and Magus felt like his heart was going to rip from his chest. He decided to move his hand up to her left breast, which beckoned to him. His hand could not encompass the entire breast, but this was fine.

With steady movement, he began to knead the Queen's left breast.

Magus knew that his pants were straining to keep his manly appendage encased within its fabric for Magus had never been more turned on.

The flowery teat on the Queen's left breast beckoned to Magus. It begged him to suckle at it, like he had done so as an infant so many years ago.

But Magus resisted. He had only one objective at this point. Withdrawing his hand, he began to make his way downward towards his mother's womanhood.

Yet, when his hand brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair, Magus stopped.

With self-control that only he could possess, he drove his primal feelings away. What he was doing was wrong. Heaven knows the woman deserved it for what she had done, but he was her son and the thought of touching his mother there of all places just seemed to be a taboo that he was not willing to overcome.

At least, not yet.

So he finally covered his mother's nudity with the shorts so that he could get that task over and done with.

Now for the top.

Getting the pink tank top that Flea loved to wear, he went over and grabbed the Queen's thin arms and placed them above her head. He then shoved the shirt down. It seemed to have fit alright until he realized that the shirt would not go down all the way.

Sighing in annoyance, Magus went forward and saw that his mother's breasts had taken up the lion's share of the space of the shirt and that the shirt itself ended just above the Queen's navel.

Magus could not help but think that his mother looked like some sort of whore but this was the only thing he had for her to wear. If she griped about it when she came to, he would kill her and that was that.

Now being able to breath easy now that this argous task was done, Magus placed a cover over Queen Zeal's body. He knew that it would be a while before she came to. It was alright. He had many questions for her and he knew that he could wait.

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Author's Note: Well, here is the end of chapter one. I'll update ASAP.