Time had no meaning. Hours passed in a matter of minutes, and days were condensed into seconds. How long had she been here? Terra moaned slightly, her head turning very slowly from side to side. Deep inside she knew she had to wake up, but the rest of her rebelled against the idea. So she lay there in a half-stupor.
A sound came faintly to her ears.
"Kupo...."
It wasn't anything she'd ever heard before, yet she felt no fear. Even when her groggy mind made the gentle sound reverberate in her ears until it seemed to come from all directions around her.
But her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. Through her half-open eyes she saw masses of white surrounding her, each one twittering that strange sound.
"Kupo..."
The creatures were apparently speaking to each other in their language. But what were they saying? Would they help her?
"Please..." she mumbled incoherently.
Terra felt furry paws running over her face, her arms, her body. Such tantalizingly soft fur, gently teasing. Her body twitched in spite of herself. The tittering sounds increased.
"Kupo! Kupo!"
She felt her dress being pulled up to her waist. Furry paws slid into her panties, exploring. Her dress was pulled up more. One creature's head passed into view, and she saw it had a round head, cat-like ears, and a furry yellow ball atop a kind of antenna.
A memory stirred. These creatures were Moogles!
One Moogle's antenna ball traveled across her neck, then down her breasts. Another Moogle's feeler joined the first one in rubbing her nipples. She inhaled sharply, then sighed, her nipples become hard buds.
Other Moogles were rubbing their paws over her lower belly, just barely tickling her. Her skin twitched. Suddenly her entire body and face was being tickled by soft Moogle fur.
Terra felt her legs being spread wide apart. She was already wet from the Moogles' earlier caressing of her thighs. Now a Moogle knelt between her legs, leaned down, and rubbed his furry feeler ball over her clitoris. Terra moaned, her arm thrashed back involuntarily.
The Moogle suddenly plunged the ball into her. She jerked back with a groan. It was a sickeningly erotic sensation as the ball went around and around inside her, larger than any cock she had ever had.
At the same time, something cold and smooth touched her skin, unlike the soft fur of the Moogles. The coldness went up her arm, across her shoulders, then was thrust into her mouth.
"Mmmm..." she sighed in surprise. It was a familiar shape and smoothness. Then realization struck: It was a Moogle's penis!
The cock was removed after a few moments, her head turned side to side.
She had fleeting glimpses of the Moogles, walking around with enlarged dicks
that were visible now that they were aroused.
The antenna ball continued feeling her inside. Then Terra felt a weight on her belly, and she could just make out a Moogle sitting on her, his back to her face. The second Moogle leaned down, and she felt it thrust its ball inside her also! A deep gutteral moan came from her as the balls moved independently, filling her womb nearly to the bursting point.
Terra felt the smoothness of a Moogle cock massaging her breasts, which were by far getting the most attention. She felt the cock, several antenna balls, and a mass of furry paws fondling her breasts in various ways.
The sensation was overwhelming, the heat from the Moogles' bodies crowded around her making her sweat. The constant fondling was rubbing her taut nipples raw. It was too good to stand. With a deep moan, she came, her juices seeping out onto the rocky floor.
A frantic twittering sounded in Terra's ears. It took her a few moments to realize that the Moogles weren't merely thrilled at seeing her climax. Almost in an instant, the gentle teasing, the ball-fucking, and cock-rubbing stopped. She heard the gentle patters of the Moogles' feet as they ran quickly away.
What had made the Moogles escape so suddenly? They were moderate fighters, but a group of them could take down a large enemy. But they knew their limits, and whatever was approaching, that was it.
*Now* Terra felt fear. She felt it in her rapidly beating heart, imagined it in her still-cloudy brain, distorted it until it filled her mind with the most terrifying fear imaginable.
She slumped into unconsciousness again.
Locke quickly followed Terra's trail, stopping at the edge of the hole she had fallen through. His sharp ears detected slight scuffling noises. He set his mouth and jumped nimbly down.
He regained his balance and looked around. A woman lay passed out on the floor. Terra, Locke thought. He approached her cautiously and knelt beside her. Her dress had been pulled up to nearly her neck, and he could detect the smell of a very fruitful sexual encounter.
Maybe she'd had a wet dream, he thought. Her clothing might have come off during her fall. He shrugged. Whatever. He smoothed her dress over her again, then picked her up and made his way into the darkness.
Behind him, several small, white furry creatures crept out of their hiding
places and congregated where Terra's juices had stained the floor.
Locke looked over his shoulder every so often, but as far as he could tell, they were not being pursued. Finally he noticed a curious niche in the wall. Putting Terra down carefully, Locke felt around inside the niche. "This oughta do it," he murmured, flicking a knob.
A rumbling sounded, and a door bashed open a few hundred feet away. He sighed and flicked the knob again, closing the door.
Locke sat down, leaning against the wall. He looked at the girl whom he had just rescued. Even just a cursory glance at her had revealed her to be a very fine female specimen. He stared at her a few moments, then got up and sat beside her.
Yes, she was beautiful...But the thought displeased him. This...witch...was an officer of the Empire...the Empire that had taken Rachel away from him...He almost wished Terra were hellishly ugly, so as to give some sort of rationalization behind his hate of her.
But in more than a superficial way, Terra reminded him of Rachel...
After some minutes, he put out his hand and pulled up her dress again, hesitating a little as he did so. Locke looked over Terra's naked body with dispassionate eyes. Yes, very beautiful...but nowhere close to Rachel...Yet he couldn't deny the arousal growing in him.
He ran his hand slowly down her belly, then back up her chest. Locke rubbed her breasts, palming her nipples as he did so. Terra groaned and stirred. A small grin made the corners of his lips twitch. Rachel had always loved it when he fucked her tits.
Locke knelt down and sucked on one breast, tugging hard at the nipple.
He fondled the other one roughly. Terra moaned louder and moved about
restlessly. He saw she was about to come to. With a few final licks of her
reddened nipples, he pulled her dress back down and sat back until she woke up.
Terra opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Slowly things came into focus. Yes...the mines...the guards...falling through the hole...She also had an impression of white, furry flashes across her eyes. But had that been a dream?
She sat up and passed a hand over her head. Her still-hard nipples rubbed painfully against the cloth of her dress. Dear god, her breasts hurt. Terra winced and wrapped her arms around herself.
It was then she became conscious of someone else beside her. Her head snapped to the side, and she faced Locke. She started, jumping back a little.
The man gave a small grin. "You back with us now?" he asked softly.
"You...saved me?"
He shrugged. "If you call it that...but we're not out of here yet." He turned away.
Terra was surprised. She hadn't expected a warm reception, but this man seemed to utterly hate her...yes, hate her. Had she done something to him?
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I..." She wasn't sure what to say. "I...don't remember anything..."
He turned to her sharply. "You have amnesia?" he shot out.
Terra nodded. "I...I guess," she said faintly. "A man said...it would come back to me..."
Locke gazed at her, letting everything that Arvis had said sink in at last. The slave crown...brainwashing...Terra's amnesia...Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over him. He had let his emotions get in the way. It wasn't Terra's fault. How could she have known? She had been controlled, taken advantage of. Now here she was, with barely a notion of how she got there or what was going on, not knowing why he hated her indiscriminately.
His face softened, and so did his voice. "It will," he said, his tone much gentler. He stood up and walked over to her, offering his hand.
Terra looked up at him. His face, which had been frighteningly angry, was now much more relaxed. She timidly put her hand in his, and he helped her stand. For a few moments their bodies were pressed against each other...
She looked into his eyes, then pulled away. Awkwardness sprang up between them, though neither of them knew exactly why. Finally Terra broke the silence. "Thank you for rescuing me," she said in a small voice. "How do we get out of here?"
Locke opened the door again. They passed through, and the door shut behind them. "We have to get to Figaro. You'll be safer there." His mouth twitched with a slight grin. "After all, everyone here must know you by now, after the way you came into town."
Terra was confused. Why was he helping her, when she knew he hated her so much? "But..." she began, but was interrupted.
"I know you're thinking it's strange for me to help you. But I've got my reasons." He suddenly straightened up and gave her a firm look. "I...I promise to stay with you until your memory returns..."
She gazed up at him uncertainly. Something in his voice told her he was being sincere. Slowly, she nodded.
"Good." Locke smiled, and Terra realized with a shock that he was a rather handsome man. "Let's go."
They stopped off at a house of scholars on the outskirts of town, who didn't seem to recognize Terra and welcomed them both. Locke dipped out a cupful of healing water from an underground spring that the scholars had tapped and gave it to Terra.
Terra drank eagerly, replenishing her dehydrated body. Locke could almost imagine what kind of energy that renewed vigor would give her. He turned away slightly.
After filling a canteen with more water, they left Narshe unobserved. Together they headed for the kingdom of Figaro.