A Very Trigger Halloween

“Just set those down over here!”

Crono let out a short grunt, muscles straining to lug around the gigantic barrel of blood-colored liquid that would serve as one of the evening’s Halloween-oriented refreshments. The red-headed boy staggered towards the table Marle was standing next to, arms crossed, tapping her against the floor impatiently. When he finally managed to peek around the gigantic girth of the barrel, he saw her scowl.

“Come on,” the princess said, a whining edge to her voice, “it can’t be that heavy!” She started wrapping her knuckles upon the wooden table already laden down with various Halloween snacks, as well as black colored plates and cups, both of which were decorated with bright orange silhouettes of bats.

Crono gave another grunt before finally dropping the barrel onto the festive table, making sure not to break anything. Groaning, he straightened himself up and cracked his back before shooting an exasperated look towards Marle. “If it looks so easy,” he drawled, running his fingers through his the spikes of his red hair, “then why didn’t you do it yourself?”

Marle shot him an incredulous look. “With a big, strong man like you here to do it for me?” Her eyes twinkled as she tried to hide her grin behind a mask of amazement. “Why, that’s what boyfriends are for!” This time, she could not restrain a quiet giggle, cheeks tinting rose.

Shaking his head, the boy just let out a sigh. Eventually, he looked up and cast his gaze around, taking in all of the activity. The audience chamber of Guardia Castle had been converted, for the day, into almost a ballroom. Streamers decorated the walls, fake bats hung from the ceiling, and artificial cobwebs had been stretched along everything. When they lit only a minimal amount of torches and candles, the room would look sufficiently spooky.

In the corner, the band was setting up for that night’s festivities. “Be careful with that piano!” Shouted Joe, the Piano Man. The kilwala looked slightly disgruntled at the supposed mishandling of his beloved instrument. The guards just muttered something before trying to set it down a bit more carefully. Next to them, two imps were tuning guitars. The last instrument present was a gigantic set of drums, manned by a punked-out goblin sporting a bright green mohawk. The beast let out a snort, spinning his drumsticks within his pudgy little hands, bopping his head to a rhythm only he could apparently hear. Every now and then, Joe would shoot him an irritated glance, before turning back to boss around the guards. “No, no!” He shouted, stamping his chicken-like feet upon the floor. “More to the left!”

Finally, with a small smile, Crono peeked back at the princess, wiping his brow. “So, those guards went down to the basement for more candles, right? What do you think is taking them so long?” The teenage boy plopped down into one of the spooky, rickety wooden chairs, tilting his head upwards to his girlfriend.

Marle gave an unconcerned shrug and flitted to his side, taking a seat in the chair next to him. Letting out an elegant sigh, she leaned her head upon his arm and gave it a nuzzle. “Maybe they can’t find it…” She offered in explanation. “Speaking of late, though, where do you think Lucca is?”

“Probably finishing up her costume.” Lucca would be fine. It was the guards that Crono was worried about. They had already been gone for a half of an hour…


Lucca was indeed finishing up the last touches to her costume. “And…there!” The scientist exclaimed, nearly yelping in glee. An evil giggle bubbled from her throat. She took the costume up into her hands, examining it. “What do you think, Robo?” The purple-haired gun fanatic turned to face her companion.

Standing a bit behind her was a four-foot tall, brass colored robot. It made a series of whirs and clicks, much like the sound of a computer starting up, before lights around its eye sockets blipped. “Everything you make is perfect, Mistress Lucca,” stated the electronic being in monotone. Lucca beamed, spinning it around again.

“So simple, yet so elegant…” She purred, setting the costume down and sliding her fingers over it. “Much like you, Robo.”

The robot was anything but simple. It had taken Lucca the better part of a year to create it, and even now it still malfunctioned every now and then. It had neither the durability nor the artificial intelligence of the real Robo, and even the materials used to create it were different. In short, while it generally appeared to be Robo-like, it was still vastly inferior to the robotic beings of the future. Still, it was awfully handy for some things… Grinning, the science genius girl slipped over to where it stood, emotionless, and started sliding her fingers upon it instead.

“Mm…” the girl mumbled, eyes hazy beneath her glasses, “How much time until we need to be at the Castle?” She continued to slip her fingers along his cold, metal skin. The light reflected off of the polished brass that formed his outer layer, casting a faint reddish brown glow upon the neck and face of the starry-eyed inventor. Her breath, like a faint mist, started fogging up her robotic companion’s head. Grinning, she quickly made a smiley face in it before it evaporated.

Another series of whirs and clicks emanated from the hard, metal being. “Approximately one hour from now, Mistress.”

Lucca shuddered. That smooth, robotic voice always sent chills of pleasure down her spine. Those clicks… A sigh escaped her full, pink lips. “An hour…” She repeated, voice sultry and dripping with sex appeal. Tilting her head downwards, eyes of a light blue shade peeked up from over her circular glasses. Licking her lips, the girl whispered huskily, “That gives us enough time…”

“On the bed, Robo,” was Lucca’s command and she slowly started to peel off her clothing. As the robot moved to do as told, the girl had to cut back a carnal grin. Ooh, this was always so fun. She was nearly panting at the mere thought of it. Sliding her tongue upon her tender lips, the science genius girl cupped her left breast, cutting back a moan. There Robo was, spread out upon the bed… The remainder of her clothing was off in barely even a moment. Like a tigress leading the hunt, she sprang up onto the bed, bouncing slightly as she landed. Her glasses, now askew, were grabbed and torn from her face, placed firmly upon the girl’s nightstand. “Robo,” she all but moaned, “Sex mode, please.”

“Yes Mistress Lucca,” clicked the machine. With a sound much akin to a sword being drawn from its sheath, out slid the phallic rod from the pelvic region of the small robot. Unlike most of the robot’s metal skin, this one was brightly polished and silver in color. Lucca let out an excited giggle, feeling herself becoming very wet.

“Oh, Robo…” She sighed, slipping a finger down between her legs into the hot, moist cavity. Her other hand reached out, cupping the metal robot cock. “Please, Robo, warm this up for me…” Came her purr, as she softly slid her fingers along her slippery meat curtains, digits becoming coated in her sweet nectar.

“Yes, Mistress Lucca,” was replying series of clicks. The woman hissed in pleasure deep in her throat as the metal love-lance in her hand slowly grew warm to the touch.

“Yes, just like that…” Lucca whispered huskily, sliding her fingers along the shaft. “Lean back against the headboard…” He did just that. Sliding backwards awkwardly, he positioned himself with his “legs” spread, back against the headboard of Lucca’s bed. The purple haired inventor shifted forward, bare legs sliding upon the plush, violet sheets. Slipping her fingers up Robo’s gleaming plates, she raised herself upwards, over his miniature robotic legs, and above his radiating member. Leaning forward, her soft, pink lips met the brass just above the smaller robot’s eye sockets. She traced a small trail of kisses along his eye ridge, all the while stroking his robotic manhood. “Oh, Robo…” was her whisper, full of desire and longing. Robo, the being she had connected with so well. Robo, the being who filled her with desire. So intelligent, so innocent… So far away. Utterly irretrievable. The girl couldn’t help but suppress a sigh. Fortunately, miniature-Robo did not notice. He had no AI; he was merely a program. But still… Having him around was almost like having Robo. He was a substitute, really. A substitute with a really hot dick that was pressing uncomfortably between her labia. Oh, well. Who needs love when she could have really hot, kinky robot sex all she wanted?
Slowly, ever so slowly, the scientist lowered herself upon the warm metal cock beneath her, letting out a short, high-pitched gasp as he entered her. She settled herself down upon him, straddling his so-called hips, just letting it settled within her. Lucca moaned softly, starting to rock herself upon him, feeling the sleek material slip up and down her eager love tunnel. It felt so good, so hot¸ inside of her… She needed more. Her hips moved eagerly, rhythm speeding as she started to thrust herself up down upon him. “Oh, Robo…” she breathed, bringing her hands up to tweak her nipples between her fingers. She needed even more. “Vibrate mode, Robo!” Her command in the form of a moan mixed with a groan.

“Yes, Mistress Lucca.” Robo remained even in tone. He sat there, motionless, almost doll-like, as Lucca dashed herself upon his pelvic region. With a series of whirs and clicks, his metal instrument began to hum. Lucca let out a loud, lusty moan as the shaft began to vibrate erratically inside of her.

“Yes, yes!” Were here frantic cries, calling for more pleasure, more depth. She started to thrust herself upon him even faster, trying to take his entire length inside of her. “Give it to me, Robo!” She clasped at him, muscles straining to move. All of her focus was upon her hot center of love, her womanhood spread wide for his stallion of a rod. She was almost twitching in pleasure, stimulated by the thrusting and the vibrations. She felt herself tighten around him, muscles almost convulsing around the firm metal. Warmth spread throughout her pelvis and abdomen, tingling with pleasure. “Yes, Robo…” Came her final moan as she felt her pleasure crash down upon her in waves, tossing and churning like a sea of ecstasy, or a flower blooming within her. Her muscles clamped down and spasmed, as she bucked upon him. At long last, exhausted, all of her energy was spent. Breathless and left tingling, Lucca collapsed forward onto his cold metal chest plate, sweat from her forehead dampening his shoulder.

Click, click. The vibrations ended. Lucca looked upwards and shot the sex robot a delirious smile, eyes foggy. “That was delightful, Robo,” was her compliment. “I should get ready to go to the castle now…”

With a wet slurch, she withdrew his sticky meat rod from within her and then fell sideways onto the bed next to him. Grasping the soft fabric, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. “In a minute, anyway…” Giggling in exhaustion, she nuzzled his brass colored thigh. Yes, she’d be up in a minute… Or perhaps, would it be an hour?


“Where does this lead to?”

There were five of them. Four guards, dressed up in drab grey and blue, clustered around the short-statured Chancellor. Two guards held torches; the Chancellor had a third. They were in the middle of a group of wooden crates and boxed that had been pushed against a wall. The group had been unable to dig up the box of supposed black candles from a few Halloweens back, so they had resorted to sifting through all of the boxes in desperation. During their basement scouring, a guard had spotted the corner of an intricately crafted stone door frame. After some careful rearrangement, the guards and the Chancellor managed to uncover the entire door in all of its majesty. They were all now jumbled before it, mouths agape.

A thick border was etched within the frame of the door. Within this frame, cells were sectioned off by simple pentagrams acting as borders. Various miniature scenes were shown within these cells, featuring a wide assortment of demons, ghouls and horrors that shocked and even terrified some of the group. The door itself was simple enough. A dark, silver type of metal covered its edges, and along the interior of the door they crisscrossed, forming two boxes, each with four triangles sectioned off. The wood was a dark, old brown, with even darker brown stains dotting it in various places. One of the guards gulped, holding his torch closer. Upon inspection in the light, they looked like the remains of ancient, dried blood.

“S-shouldn’t we just l-leave this alone, C-Chancellor Sir?” Asked one of the guards shakily, pupils dilated in fright. His legs visibly shook, and one hand had come to rest upon the hilt of his sword uneasily.

“Nonsense!” The Chancellor scowled deeply, furrowing his eyebrows as he continued to investigate the door. “Why, there’s nothing to be frightened of. What if everything we’re looking for is in this room?” Of course, the Chancellor had never even heard of such a doorway or seen it in all of his decades as an official for the kingdom, but that didn’t mean that there was something useful present within whatever the door led to.

Another guard spoke up. “B-but Sir, this must have been hidden for a reason!” He, too, was terrified of the prospect of opening up that door. A pit of fear formed at the bottom of his stomach, twisting his insides. There was something terribly wrong about that door. Something sinister, even evil, could be behind it. It just did not feel right.

The Chancellor turned to face the disturbed guards, irritation etched upon his face. “Are you guards, or are you peasants?” He barked, fierce for such a decrepit looking old man. The men immediately straightened, stony faces just barely masking their fear. “You disgrace this kingdom which you serve! We are going to enter through this doorway. You, men with the torches. Stand back as these two…” He nodded towards the two empty-handed, skittish guards, “open up the door.” With that statement, the old man stepped back and crossed his arms, expression quite firm. Gulping, the two torch-bearing guards retreated with him, casting their glow fully upon the door.

It took the other two guards a moment to gather their wits. Finally, they stepped forward in unison. The door was firmly held shut with a gigantic slab of dark wood, which took them much effort to move. At last, they managed to drop it to the side with a loud thud which echoed about the open chamber ominously. The guards hesitated.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Demanded the Chancellor, eyebrows tilted down in a glare at the two. Shivering, the taller guard stepped up the door, grasping the thick metal handle. He nodded to the other, who took stance beside him, hand firmly grasping the hilt of his sword, which he loosened from its sheath, just in case. Reassured, the guard started to turn the gigantic door handle, grunting with the effort to make ancient cogs turn once again. The door gave a shuddering groan, before it slowly opened outward, darkness spilling upon the five people standing before it.

“Well…?” Asked one of the torch-bearing guards, peering forward into the darkness that seemed to smother even the fire that was held before him.

“Everything looks fi…” Their torches sputtered and went out. The room collapsed into darkness. A guard screamed, and then all was silent.

In the depths of the darkness, a single voice let out a deep laugh.


The children and their parents would be arriving in just over an hour, and those guards still weren’t back from the basement! They needed those candles – the torches upon the wall would provide too much light and wouldn’t give the right atmosphere to the grand hall. Marle sat upon her throne, which was all decked out for the seasonal festivities, and rested her chin upon one hand. Her elbow was upon the armrest. “What do you think happened to those guards?” The princess finally asked, turning her bright, clear blue eyes up to Crono’s.

The swordsman offered a shrug. “I should go check. They’ve been gone much too long.”

Worry played upon Marle’s delicate features. “If you do, I’m going with you. If something did happen to them, you’ll need me to back you up!”

Crono hid a grin under his hand, shaking his head. Marle, ever the tomboy, was always eager to get into some trouble. “I should be fine. I won’t take too long.” He leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Make sure everyone finishes up while I’m gone.” Though King Guardia was also over viewing the preparations, the old man tended to not notice as much as his daughter did.

Marle sighed, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Though the girl was undeniably a tomboy, she had managed to master a form a feminine charm that always made Crono’s stomach flip-flop. “Very well…” The princess said, “I’ll wait for you.”

Crono flashed her a daring smile. “Great. See you in a moment!” He gave her a loose, joking salute before turning upon his heel and striding straight through the room, towards the door leading to the entrance hall. Marle giggled, watching him go. Her boyfriend was such a cutie.

He had only just gotten to the doors when all of the lights went out, leaving them in complete darkness. Crono stumbled and nearly fell, groping in front of him for the doorframe. Confused shouts rose up throughout the rooms, from the band, finally done setting up in the corner, and the guards posted around the room. Far off, he heard Marle scream at the top of her lungs in fear. “CRONO!” She shrieked, before her screams were muffled.

“MARLE!” Came Crono’s shouted reply as he dashed through the darkness. Reaching inside him, he found that shocking core that he hadn’t tapped into for quite some time. Drawing threads of bright white power from within himself, he focused the energy upon his left hand, where sparks of pure white electricity started to gather, illuminating his entire arm. Miniature bolts played along his fingers as the ball of lightning was formed, casting its glow directly in front of the boy. Using the light, he found his way up to the thrones, only to find Marle gone. “Marle!” He shouted once more, whipping around, trying to find her. “Where are you? Marle!” His calls became frantic as he continued to search around the throne, trying to hear a reply. All he could hear were more shouts from around the entire room. Marle was not replying.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something reflecting light from the foot of the princess’ throne. Lunging over, he bent down, taking the small object into his free hand. Using the light of his bolt ball, the nearly panicking boy turned the object around, inspecting it. It was a half-used tube of cherry red lipstick, one of Marles’ favorites. “MARLE!” He called one last time in desperation. When the only noises he heard were the continual shouts of confusion around him, he dropped to his knees, shoulders drooping down. Marle was gone. Where had she gone to? Why had she screamed? What was going on?


Lucca was running extraordinarily late. The guys would definitely give her an earful when she got into the castle. The sun was already setting and she had just made her way through the royal forest. The girl had run nearly the entire thing. When she reached the stairs, the scientist was panting from the exertion. Robo, of course, was able to keep up quite nicely. She shot the robot an envious glare before starting to ascend the staircase, smoothing her short red pleated skirt down. As she walked, she adjusted her brown wig one last time. Her hair, every now and then, would peek out from under the silky wig. Thankfully, her costume allowed her to keep her glasses on. She would have rather kept on her boots, though, instead of the damn uncomfortable red shoes and bright orange socks she wore now. Her costume was finished up with a bright orange turtleneck, which was actually good against the coolness of the October night. Robo had adorned dog ears, a dog collar, and a tail.

Finally, she reached the top of the stairs, finding it odd that the castle doors were closed. Maybe they’re just keeping them closed to discourage people from entering while they set up… Lucca thought to herself, tilting her head. Stepping to the door, she tried pulling it open. It was locked tight. The science genius girl frowned. The door wasn’t supposed to be blocked. “Hello?” She shouted, pounding on the door. “Where is everyone?” Frustrated, she held her ear up to the wooden barrier. What she heard made her skin crawl. Screams. People were screaming inside. It wasn’t just the shriek of little children. It was the terrified yells of adults -- adults that seemed to be scared for their lives. “Jinkies…” Lucca whispered, adjusting her glasses. Nervous sweat started to bead the back of her neck.

She turned, casting her focus upon the robot behind her, now hiding its…useful accessory. “Robo,” she commanded, “break through the door.”

“Yes, Mistress Lucca,” came the reply. A loud buzzing, whining noise started up as energy started to gather within the robot’s middle. He started glowing, and stepped out in front of Lucca. “Commencing energy beam,” spoke its monotonous voice, circuits clicking. “3…2…1…Energy Beam commenced.”

A beam of pure light erupted from the robot, blasting towards the door. It was instantly disintegrated. Lucca stepped through the smoking remains, glancing backwards at the spent robot. “Robo, stay here,” she commanded. “I may need you later.”

“Yes, Mistress Lucca.” Always the same response.

Lucca gave a firm nod, before heading into the darkness.


“Who are you?”

When the lights had gone out, Marle hadn’t panicked. She didn’t start panicking until she felt someone grab her, and finally clasp their clammy hand around her mouth. Then she panicked. The girl kicked and screamed, until she was finally knocked out.

When the princess came to, she found herself in a dark room, chained to the wall. It was dark and dank and reeked of decay. Vomit bubbled up her throat. She swallowed repeatedly, keeping herself from throwing up everywhere. Her stomach protested the horrible smell of the room. They must have been in the dungeon. When her eyes adjusted to the minimal amount of light in the room, she could make out various torture weapons. Cold fear penetrated her very core. What was going on?

Then he had arrived.

“Who am I?” Asked the man standing by the doorway, clothed in what seemed like a cloak of pure, floating darkness. His voice was eloquent, like that of a prince, and his skin was a pale, glowing white. Even from a distance, she could tell that his eyes glowed a demonic red. A deep chuckle sprang from his throat. “Oh, dear princess… It is fortunate that you have not yet heard of me. If you had, you would have feared for your life much earlier.”

Marle’s skin prickled as goosebumps rose upon it. She growled in response, giving him her best glare. “Yeah! I said, who are you?”

As he glided towards her, the princess started to make out his features. Behind him, several figured shuffled into the torture chamber, moaning in low voices. Those were not her concern, however. Her concern was with the pale, white-haired individual with the rather sharp fangs approaching her. A vampire.

He stopped right before her, glowing eyes taking in every inch of her skin. “You shall do nicely…” He rumbled, a pale, thin hand slipping out from his cloak of darkness. He traced a nail upon her cheek, causing her to shudder violently, and dragged it gently down her neck and to her chest, where the tops of her breasts peeked out. Licking his fangs, he dug in to her chest slowly, until a beaded drop of blood appeared. Bringing it up to his lips, he suckled upon his finger, eyes fluttering closed.

“Mmm…delightful,” he said huskily, staring he in her eyes. Marle gulped, suddenly very, very afraid.

“Yes…You will do quite nicely,” he continued, turning to face those that had staggered in after him. When Marle caught site of them, she nearly threw up once more.

Zombies.

Zombies.

“You,” remarked the vampire, pointing to one of his front minions. The Chancellor shuffled forward, skin already starting to peel off as if it was melting from his body. “Kill the boy,” the vampire commanded. The quite zombified Chancellor let out a moan, before scuttling from the room. The vampire’s lips curled up into a smile. Turning, he addressed Marle. “You are now mine, princess. I’m going to have some fun with you.” He let out a guttural laugh.

This time, Marle did throw up.


Lucca had been unable to enter the Grand Hall, so she started winding her way through the various passageways, navigating her way through the dark. She had yet to encounter a soul. Something was seriously wrong.

There very last place Lucca thought she would end up would be the inside of a hut, let alone one that looked as if it had come straight out of Ioka Village. The scientist was completely baffled as she stepped in. Swiveling, she tried to exit, only to find that there was no longer a way out.

Crap, she said to herself, biting down up her lip. Jinkies.

“Lucca come visit Ayla?”

Lucca looked up in shock. Standing right in front of her was the ever-so-scantily-clad Ayla, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The primeval woman yawned, stretching out lithely like a cat. The taller, muscled woman sauntered over to the shocked Lucca.

The scientist finally found a voice with which to speak with. “A-Ayla!” She exclaimed, confusion thick in her voice. “How did I get here? Are were really in Ioka?”

Ayla tilted her head, giving Lucca a warm smile. “Silly science woman. Of course in Ioka! Where else be?” She slid her hands up Lucca’s shoulders.

Lucca’s face blushed a deep red. “But I was just in Guardia Castle… How could I be here? That isn’t scientifically possible! In order for me to arrive here, I would have had to find a gate, which is also impossible because the source of their power has ceased to exist and…”

Ayla pressed her finger to Lucca’s mouth, silencing her. “Lucca talk too much,” she whispered huskily. “Need not talk Now fun time. Ayla want mate. Lucca be Ayla mate. Sit.”

Lucca was absolutely flabbergasted. “Mate? What do you mean?”

In reply, Ayla held onto the scientist’s arms firmly, and pressed her lips against the smaller woman’s. Lucca was too shocked to respond. Feeling the girl wouldn’t resist, Ayla pushed her down onto a soft mattress of leaves. “Ayla want mate lately, but Kino talking with Laruba. Ayla all alone. But now Lucca here! Ayla is lucky.” She straddled the younger woman’s thighs, removing her top easily. Lucca sputtered, trying to speak but failing. Chuckling, Ayla removed her own clothing, keeping Lucca pinned down. Finally, she finished stripping a very shy, full-body-blushing Lucca down.

“A…Ayla!” Lucca managed to squeak out as the older woman started exploring her body with callused fingertips, tracing every inch of her. Lucca shuddered, enjoying the feel of real fingers, not just cold metal upon her skin. Of course, she had always felt a deep attraction to the older, stronger woman, but they had just been teammates, and each belonged to their respective eras. She couldn’t replicate Ayla like she could attempt to for Robo.

“No speak, science girl. Let Ayla have fun.” She pressed a finger against the costumed girl’s lips again, and ducked down, nipping at the girl’s bare shoulder. Lucca let out a soft moan. Maybe she should just give in and let herself enjoy this…

Ayla’s lips had strayed from her neck. They were now going downwards, tracing small kisses upon the younger one’s soft, warm skin, down along her chest, between her breasts, and then down her stomach. Her hands moved to Lucca’s breasts, which she softly kneaded, playing eagerly with the younger woman’s nipples. Lucca gasped, arching her back slightly. The older women’s ministrations felt so nice… Ayla chuckled, bringing her head up. “Lucca have nice breasts. Nipples stick up.”
Lucca’s breasts were quite perky, indeed. When played with, her nipples hardened and peaked upwards like twin soldiers, deliciously pink. Ayla licked her lips, and, shooting Lucca a seductive look, started sucking upon them gently. Lucca let out another moan, throwing her head back. “Oh, Ayla…” She sighed. Ayla chuckled, continuing to suckle upon the younger woman’s firm breasts. One of her hands now freed, she started sliding it down the woman’s stomach until she reached the small mound of trimmed hair. Ayla’s feral eyes sparkled as she slipped her hand down between the smaller woman’s legs.

Lucca definitely was not expecting this. She had an extremely hot woman on top of her, playing with her breasts and now about to finger her. What an interesting Halloween this was turning out to be.

Ayla slid two fingers down, finding her way quite moist. Lucca moaned as her lover’s fingers brushed across her swollen clit, sending tingles up her spine. Ayla continued exploring her by hand, entering every nook and cranny. The smaller woman shuddered in pleasure as the wild woman began tracing her fingertips along her clitoris, sending jolts of delight coursing through her body. “Lucca so wet…” Whispered Ayla, nibbling softly upon her nipples. Ayla’s fingers were so masterful, knowing exactly where to press, where to rub… Lucca felt her orgasm drawing close.

“Ayla want inside Lucca…” Moaned the primeval woman, nipping Lucca’s shoulder. “Ayla want be inside Lucca…”

Yes. Lucca wanted Ayla’s fingers deep inside her, rubbing her, fucking her… “Oh, Ayla,” the scientist moaned, “Please…”

Ayla let out a low chuckle. “Ayla fuck Lucca…” She slid her fingers upwards, licking the juices from them, before positioning herself to enter the scientist. “Ayla fuck Lucca good.”

When she entered her, Lucca screamed.

It wasn’t Ayla on top of her, entering her roughly, pounding into her with decaying flesh.

It was a zombie.

The putrid creature moaned loudly, letting out a series of grunts as it pistoned into the scientist who was being held down by other guards-turned-zombies. As Lucca finally became aware of her surroundings, a flaccid, rotting zombie cock was forced into her mouth. Lucca’s stomach rolled, rejected the violation to her body. She continued to scream, attempting to thrash around as she was raped by a hoard of decaying, mindless creatures. Her body felt like it was burning; everything hurt. What had been a beautiful fantasy had turned out to be nothing but a nightmare.

She felt like she was burning.

She was burning.

Oh God, she was on fire.

…Literally.

The zombies moaned in agony as the flamed licked their putrid, decaying skin, singeing them to the bone. The one fucking her let out a blood-curdling screech, pulling his burning member from her. As the zombies retreated, burning to a crisp, Lucca curled up into a tight ball, trying not to sob. She felt violated. She was lost. She still hadn’t found anyone. She had been raped by zombies.

A deep laugh finally brought her back to reality. Eyes blurry, clothes torn, wig long gone and glasses askew, Lucca squinted, shaking violently, and laid her eyes upon the creature laughing at her. As she examined his features, a horrible realization crashed down upon her.

That’s a vampire!

She slowly became aware of the sound of someone sobbing. She spotted Marle, chained up against the wall, bound and gagged. Various zombies, all former guards, milled around the horrible vampiric being.

“What a show!” Crooned the dark prince, sinister laughter filling every crevice in the room. “Such a vision of loveliness, made a play thing for my devoted servants here!” He swept out his arms dramatically, motioning to his zombie minions.

Pushing herself up slightly, one arm covering her breasts, Lucca looked straight at the vampire, fire playing along the insides of her eyes. A growl emanated from her raw, ravaged throat.

“You’re fucking dead,” was her promise.

In response, the vampire gave another one of his laughs. “But darling,” he exclaimed, “I’ve been dead for over six hundred years! Dead and locked in your dungeon for the past two hundred years, all because some fool magician freed me from my tomb! I could not be killed, so I was locked within your dungeon!” His voice was amused, yet bitter – there was anger smoldering deep within his speech. “Now that I’ve been freed, it’s time to claim my place as rightful heir to the throne of darkness!”

There was a crash and moans of pain out in the hallway. The door was kicked in, revealing a very gory, very bloody, panting Crono. “Marle!” He shouted, catching site of her first. In his hand was a sword he had picked up from a zombie guard along the way. It dripped with blood and zombie parts. As he rushed further into the room, his eyes fell upon the curled up, tattered Lucca. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. Looking to the vampire, he raised his sword. “What the fuck did you do to her?” The teenage boy demanded, fury evident in his voice.

The vampire just wouldn’t stop laughing. “She was just having some fun with my guards here,” was the explanation he provided, motioning to the charred zombie remains.

Crono gasped, horrorstruck, and dropped his arm. Quickly, he tore off his tunic and tossed it to Lucca. When she felt the warm cloth fall upon her, she weakly looked up, noticing what had fallen upon her. Trying to give Crono a smile of gratitude, she slowly pulled it upon herself. Her stomach was burning, and her skin felt like it was being pulled in a hundred different directions.

“You’re not leaving this room, fucker,” Crono spat, raising his borrowed sword again. Tensing his muscles, the teenage boy charged towards the elegant vampire, who disappeared was suddenly on the other side of the room. Instead of impaling the vampire, several zombies caught the edge of Crono’s thirsty blade. Growling, the boy turned and charged again, yielding the same result. The vampire laughed.

“You’ll never be able to hit me like that, boy.”

Crono growled, blade up once more. Without replying, he thrust his blade out at the vampire, who dodged easily and sent his palm out, striking Crono in the chest. The boy flew back, hitting the cold stone wall with a thud. Wincing, he staggered away from it, blood dripping from where he had bitten his lip upon impact. “You…bastard!” The boy shouted, charging once more, sword raised in front of him. Laughing, the vampire just dodged again.

“You’ll never get me,” he taunted, fangs poking out of his lopsided smile.

“He may not, but I will,” said a cold voice behind him. While Crono had been luring him in, Lucca had managed to sneak up behind him. Before the vampire had a chance to react, he had burst into flames. “Now, Crono!” Lucca screamed, falling backwards. Crono grunted and slashed forward, through the flames, and severed the vampire’s neck.

Lucca whimpered, shuddering against the wall. “They may have not fucking killed you two hundred years ago,” Lucca rasped, “But they didn’t have magic.” She smiled weakly, before coughs burst from her chest.

Crono rushed over to Marle’s side, prying open the rusty cuffs binding her to the wall. Sobbing, she collapsed into Crono’s arms, squeezing him tightly and refusing to let go. “Oh Crono! They kidnapped me and he was going to rape me but Lucca came in and he put an illusion on her and she thought she was with Ayla but she was really being raped by zombies and he was going to kill us and oh Crono!” The girl cried hysterically, hands digging into Crono’s back.
Crono started rubbing her lower back gentle, cradling her body against hers. “Sh…” He whispered, petting her hair. “It’s okay now…”

Against the wall, another series of coughs wracked Lucca’s chest. She didn’t feel too good… Leaning over, she vomited, blood spewing along the floor. She was burning, yet freezing at the same time. Her consciousness was slowly fading. This wasn’t normal.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

I’m turning into a zombie.

Crono and Marle had turned to look at her by now. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Lucca spoke quietly. Her body shook. She could feel something wrapping around her lungs, suffocating her slowly. “I don’t have much time left,” was what she managed to croak out. “I’m…” A sob wracked her frame. “I’m turning into a zombie.”

Marle was free from Crono and down by her side in an instance. “But Lucca!” The distraught princess exclaimed, “You can’t! I can heal you, I’ve got magic!”

Lucca felt it creeping upon her. She felt her vision darken. “Not enough time,” the girl whispered, barely able to speak. “You must…kill me. Cut…off my…head.” Another cough seized her frame. She barely recovered. “Don’t let me…be a zombie.”

“We could never do that!” Marle cried, tears leaving paths down her dirty cheeks. Crono, now next to her, nodded emphatically.

“You must,” Lucca pressed, choking upon her own words. “I can’t…be allowed…to hurt either of you…” A faint smile played along her lips. “I love you…both… And in my life… I’ve had great friends. Though… I’d like to have…invented more… At least I helped…save the world. That’s…all that matters…” She started hacking up more blood, speckling the floor. Lucca collapsed, barely able to lift her chin. “Stick…together. Keep the…” Cough, “peace. Never give up… I believe… in…”

She was gone.

Marle threw herself back into Crono’s arms, sobbing.

In the distance, a horrible laugh echoed across the castle. Killing a vampire wasn’t that easy. He was still alive in spirit, and very much with them. His hoards of zombies had already managed to leave the castle. Soon, many would become his servants.

The team already had one person down. It would not take long for the rest to follow.