Video Game Theater

[CrazyDave]

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[CrazyDave]

Episode I: NAVI (Part 1)

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‘Light.

So…. Bright….

Can’t….See…’

Light was shining through the window to her left, telling Navi that this wasn’t her bed she was sleeping in. Her eyes opened in a reflexive movement, and she instantly recognized her mistake. She quickly slammed her hand over her eyes. Unfortunately, she slammed a bit too hard and too fast, making her aware of a mind-blowing hangover that settled around her head like an angry swarm of hornets recently disturbed from their home.

Navi groaned and tried to move her other arm. A slight shifting feeling on her right told her that she wasn’t alone in the bed. She squinted carefully, trying her best not to look into the betraying orb of light floating in the sky beside her.

Navi blinked. The man next to her was ugly as sin, but at least he was her size, for once. Most of the time, when she needed a good fuck, there weren’t any male partners of her stature. She would either end up using up much of her magic to become large enough for the average man, or end up going home, dejected, and finishing herself off with a toothpick.

Navi was removed from her thoughts by the motion of the “man” next to her. Even in her after-sex-hangover state, she still pulled off her most practiced spell flawlessly. A simple sleep spell would allow her to avoid such uncomfortable questions as “Who are you?”, “Hey, aren’t you Navi?”, and, the most annoying of them all, “Want to do it again?”

Only one time had she EVER said yes to that one… and that was with… him.

Navi shook off those unpleasant memories. She had to get the hell out of there. She stumbled out of the match box bed, and scrambled around the floor looking for her toga wrap. To her surprise, she tripped over what felt like some kind of glass ball and landed face first in a messy pile of her own clothing. Moaning at both the lightly bruised chin and the possibly stubbed toe, she quickly gathered the garments and crawled into a sitting position. Standing was quite a challenge, but on her forth try she made it to her full height, her clothes rolled into a ball of fabric under her right arm. Removing her underwear from the ball, she attempted to dress her lower half, with disastrous results. As she lifted her leg to begin dressing, her still quite hung-over mind threw her for a loop, ending with her landing harshly on her ass.

Grumbling curses under her breath, she pulled the panties up her legs in an uncomfortable and awkward sitting position. Fully annoyed with her hangover now, she quickly threw on her wrap, and then smoothed out the wrinkles as best she could. It still looked fairly disheveled, but she was used to the look, and besides, everyone knew about her anyway. As she headed for the exit, she took one last look at the odd glass thing she had tripped over. Was it a bowl? Or maybe…..

Navi cast a quick null-memory spell on her *shutter* one-night stand and hastily exited his house. She looked around quickly with the practiced ease of searching for Paparazzi, then breathed a sigh of relief. It wouldn’t be good if ANYONE had heard of this. At least the public thought she still had SOME morals.

Testing her wings slightly, she decided that a fly home was within her hung-over capacity, and cautiously took to the sky. While flying mostly straight towards her own home, Navi pulled a “Morning After” pill from her toga’s pouch. While she knew her *gag* “lover” had worn a condom last night, it never hurt to be sure. After all, she wanted to party and forget, not get pregnant.

(Bonus points if you can guess who I was alluding to early as Navi’s one night stand)