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  GAME OVER

  Sahara Kelly

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2011 Sahara Kelly

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  Dedication

  Respectfully dedicated to all those folks who patiently spend hours of their lives in front of TV screens and monitors, lured by the challenge of defeating evil, righting wrongs and whaling the crap out of assorted monsters before their lives diminish to those two dreaded words... Game Over.

  To start, press "A" on your controller, "Enter" on your keyboard—or turn the page...

  Cover art by Sahara Kelly, 2011

  Author's note

  All videogame characters and settings in the following story are fictional—a creation of the author's warped and twisted mind. Any similarity to any existing videogame characters, either living or pixilated, is purely coincidental.

  This story was originally published elsewhere and some language has been minimally modified for this format.

  Chapter One

  Princess Zara's chamber, high in the Tower of Chaos

  "Game over again, huh?"

  Zara lifted one eyelid and stared moodily at her open window. Three critters had ranged themselves along the sill. She could've done without them.

  "Go away." She closed her eyes. "No, wait. Let me rephrase that in case you might have misunderstood. Fuck off."

  "Tsk tsk. Such language. And you a Princess too..." The large pink fuzzball plopped softly to the floor and approached the four-poster bed on which Zara sprawled naked. "You're just horny and frustrated."

  "Fuzzy, take your friends and scram. I'm not in the mood." Zara squeezed her eyelids tightly shut. "Heh heh heh." The gravelly laugh came from the large rabbit whose feet made a much more solid thudding sound on the flagstones as he landed. "You just need a dose of bunny, babe."

  Zara sighed. "Hi Bobsy. How's it hanging?"

  "Hard and ready for ya, toots."

  Zara made the mistake of opening both eyes just in time to see Bobsy thrusting his hips forward in an obscene gesture meant to draw attention to his dick. Fortunately, Bobsy possessed a luxurious pelt of extremely thick rabbit fur, so whatever dick he possessed might well be aroused and ready, but damned if Zara could see it.

  There are small mercies in this world after all.

  "And then there's the other option..." Bobsy nodded over his shoulder. "C'mon down, Cursor. Let's all take a good look at door number three."

  The large white hand, balancing cautiously on red sneakers, stretched out its fingers and jumped, missing a proper landing of course, since the sneakers were untied. It fell hard on its palm, which was actually its face.

  Zara winced. "Ouch. I told you all to fuck off. Now Cursor's gone and busted his nose or something."

  Fuzzy giggled. "He doesn't have one. Doesn't have a dick either."

  Cursor struggled to his feet and delicately shifted to untangle his laces. "Don't need 'em." A wicked look crinkled the eyes that were located in the palm area as the fingers wiggled above his "face". "Got these. I can get her off quicker than you two hairballs put together."

  "Oh yeah?" Fuzzy put his hands on a place where his hips probably would have been if he'd not been a sphere and totally without anything resembling body parts.

  "Bet your fuzzy pink ass."

  "Bullshit." Bobsy shouldered between them and tossed a lop ear back out of his face with a grunt of annoyance. "They don't say fucking like bunnies for nothing, you—you—clammy-skinned appendage."

  "Oh suuuuure..." Cursor shrugged his thumb and little finger. "Anybody wants to start up a family with twenty-seven kids at one whack then yeah. Fuck a bunny. But for a good time—an orgasm that'll send her flying to infinity and beyond—" He twitched his forefinger delicately. "I'm the dude. No question."

  "At the risk of repeating myself—bullshit." Bobsy yelled the word in Cursor's face. Or actually his palm, but since they were one and the same...

  "Talk to the hand." Cursor sniffed sarcastically. "Oh wait. You are."

  "Stop. It." Zara reached her limits. "Shut the fuck up. All of you." She grabbed her robe and struggled into it.

  "Don't dress on our account." Bobsy sniggered.

  "What did I just tell you?" She glared at him.

  "Sorry, your Horniness." Bobsy dipped a cheeky curtsey.

  Cursor silently flashed Bobsy his middle finger.

  "Cursor..." Zara stomped to her feet and tied her robe with angry tugs. "I don't need a load of squabbling idiots. Just cut it the fuck out, okay?"

  Three pairs of large, chastened eyes fastened on her face, oozing sympathetic pain. It was like being whimpered at by three cartoon kittens.

  "Oh for Chrissake." Zara sat down in her chair with a thump. "I know you guys are trying to help. Really I do. And I appreciate it. But I'm not fucking any of you." She looked thoughtfully at Cursor's fingers.

  They might feel pretty damn good...

  She gave herself a mental slap. "Nope. Absolutely not."

  Fuzzy shrugged. "Still got the hot and sweaties for your Prince, huh?"

  "It's my destiny, fuzzhole. You know that as well as I do." Disgruntled, Zara stared out the window. "And you gotta admit, he's sooooooo cute."

  This time four identical sighs echoed through the chamber as they all contemplated Zara's words.

  Sir Lincoln of Green really was, as she'd so aptly put it, sooooooo cute.

  "His ass in those green tights..." Fuzzy swallowed.

  "His long legs and that real nice bulge in his crotch..." Bobsy waggled his ears.

  "Mmm. Bet he's got one hell of a chest under that vest too. Not to mention the blond hair," added Cursor.

  "This isn't exactly helping, ya know." Zara fidgeted as her nipples beaded into hard, sensitive points and her pussy started weeping more tears of frustration.

  "Sorry toots." Bobsy flopped down on his back and stuck all four paws straight up. "Nothing we can do, though, is there? Not until some pimply faced dork finally reaches the final level and gets Sir Lincoln in here to rescue you."

  Cursor scrunched up his face and flexed his fingers. "I'm doing my best. Honest I am. I'm whizzing around screens until I'm damn near seasick. I'm opening doors, finding treasures, targeting a whole bunch of fucking nasty beasts..."

  Zara nodded. "I know, sweetie."

  "Sure you don't want a quickie with a bunny? Just to take the edge off?" Bobsy looked up hopefully from the floor.

  "Aren't you supposed to be enchanting a five year old or something?"

  Bobsy groaned. "Don't even go there. The idiot playing at the moment has a fixation on those damn blocks. I've jumped from block to block so fucking often, trying to spell the simplest words—I swear my feet are about to drop off. Look here..." He extended his enormous back paws high into the air. "Swollen ankles, I tell ya. Swollen. And here I am, hydrating every chance I get."

  "So how come you're here?" Fuzzy looked as interested as a pink fuzzball could look.

  "They've gone out for pizza. Thank God."

  "I should be so lucky." Fuzzy sighed. "I've got a jerk who can't decide if he wants to play my game or surf porn sites. I swear he got so fucking confused he tried to get me to hump a mushroom by mistake. Urrrggghhh." He made bletching noises.

  Cursor chuckled. "Bet the mushroom was pissed too."

  Fuzzy nodded. "It wasn't pretty."
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  Zara grinned. "Well, at least you guys make me smile. I thank you for that."

  Cursor grinned back. "It's what we're here for, babe. Cheer you up a bit." He shuddered. "Oh oh. Seems like somebody's hit the B button."

  His body tightened into the typical shape of a cursor hand. "Gotta run." He blinked out of the chamber.

  Fuzzy sighed. "Me too. I swear if this asshole tries to get me to fuck anything, I'm gonna drop through the floor into the Vacuum Chamber and let Herbert Hoover suck me right up like the dust bunny I am."

  "Did you have to mention sucking?"

  "You got a one-track mind right now. Comes with being a horny Princess, I guess." Bobsy wriggled back onto all fours and cocked up one ear. "Shit. Sounds like they brought home pizza leftovers. Now the joystick is gonna get all messy, the kid's gonna misspell C-A-T and I'm gonna end up crippled for life."

  "I'll get in extra aspirin." Zara waved her hand idly at them. "See ya."

  The silence that followed their departure seemed heavier to Zara. She liked her odd friends. They could be real pains in the ass at times—most times actually—but they had good hearts.

  And they understood her dilemma. She was Princess Zara, heroine of that most challenging of games...

  The Mythical Quest for the Illusion of Zara.

  Millions had bought the game, millions were playing it even now. But as of yet, nobody—not one frickin' nimble-fingered mortal twit—had managed to reach the final level.

  Zara glanced automatically at the large LCD screen adorning one wall of her chamber in the Tower of Chaos. The bar up one side was still green, not even approaching the yellow level. The final red bits at the top were distressingly dark.

  She knew that once the red bars lit up, so would she. They indicated a player had managed to navigate her hero, the aforementioned Sir Lincoln of Green, over the Mountains of Doom, through the Tunnels of Treachery, beneath the surface in the Sewers of Slime (not forgetting to collect extra bottles of life potion while he was there), past the Forest of Forsythia, across the impossibly dangerous Seas of Evil, and was at last approaching the ultimate battle with Noxious, the fume-laden, acid-spewing, five-headed ferret who guarded the Tower.

  If Sir Lincoln managed to defeat that beast, he got to her—and her endless days of frustration would end. Of course, the triumphant player wouldn't know Sir Lincoln was fucking her brains out in the Tower room, but she sure as hell would.

  There was a shitload of stuff that humans didn't know about the video world she ruled. Probably would have made 'em wet their panties if they'd had the first clue too.

  "Pssst."

  Zara jumped and looked over to the window.

  "Got an idea. Me and the guys." Bobsy waggled his ears over the sill.

  "Bobsy..."

  "Hey, it's okay. Kid's paused the game to pee. God bless sodas." He grinned. "Just wait a bit, babe, all right? Hang onto your tits...fun's a'comin' at ya!"

  He was gone in a blink. Zara hoped the "kid" had washed his hands. She toyed with a lock of her long black hair as she wondered what the hell those three crazies had gotten themselves into now. Or her, come to think of it.

  She soon found out.

  Three knocks on the door made her jump. Who the hell...

  "Come in." Slowly the door creaked open and for a moment nobody appeared. Then, with dragging steps, a figure crossed her threshold.

  "Princess Zaaaraaa. I understand you have need of me."

  She blinked. "I do?"

  His voice was low and sounded...depressed. Which sort of matched the person it came from. No, strike that...it wasn't a person in the mortal sense of the word. At least Zara didn't think so. He was blue, for a start. That was a pretty good indication that he wasn't a human sort of person...

  "The rabbit told me." He was very tall and his skin gleamed azure in the sunlight. "I always listen to rabbits."

  "Good for you." Zara stared at the shock of white hair falling loosely down to his waist. It was fine and soft and allowed the pointy ears to protrude either side of his long face. Which, at this moment, was set in lines of suffering.

  "Ignoring rabbits can lead to disaster for us all."

  "Um, yeah. I guess."

  "Disaster eventually befalls us anyway. It's inevitable. I try to evade it, to ward it off with my spells. I fail." He sighed and tugged a massive scythe into the room behind him, shutting the door with difficulty.

  "You're here to cheer me up, I see."

  "I'm here to fuck you. To take you to the stars. To ease the suffering I can see plagues you like the worst agonizing pain—the weight of a thousand sorrows—"

  "Hey. Mr. Wizard—Elf—Mage—whatever. I'm horny, not dying. It's not that bad."

  He sighed. "You are brave, little one." He rested his scythe against the wall, ignoring it as it slid and crashed to the floor with a sharp clang. Clearly it had happened before. "You have much courage to accept your sadness and frustration that way. I shall bespell you."

  He began removing his black robe, slowly untangling the cord at his waist, muttering a curse when the thing knotted and refused to budge.

  "Better bespell your belt first." Zara tried not to giggle. He wasn't unattractive in a blue sort of way and it was one of her favorite colors.

  He flicked her a quick glance and waved his fingers around in a mystical fashion. Glittery dust flew from their tips to land on her breasts.

  Which promptly itched then grew warm beneath the sparkly bits. "Oooh." She wriggled and slipped off her own robe, sitting up against her pillows, interested now in spite of her reservations about fucking anything blue and depressed.

  Well, in all honesty, those reservations had only come into being a few minutes ago. They weren't significant enough to stop her getting off with Mr. Elf Ears if he could accomplish the task.

  And they disappeared completely when his robe finally fell to the floor and revealed his body. A very attractive body indeed.

  Zara's nipples were definitely itching now. Itching for some serious blue-lipped attention. Along with the rest of her. Just about everything had woken up and started dancing once she'd gotten a good look at the solid length of blue cock stirring between his thighs. His pubic hair was white and the contrast was—well, artistically pleasant, to say the least.

  Blue balls too. Whaddya know? They are real after all...

  He stepped to the bed and gazed somberly at her naked body, his gaze lingering on her neatly trimmed pussy. She hoped he liked the thunderbolt effect she'd created with her razor just the other morning. She thought it was rather eye-catching, herself.

  "My name is Thunder Nimbus." His gaze went back to her pussy once more. "Nice shave."

  "Thank you." Zara lifted one eyebrow. "You ever gonna crack a smile there?"

  "Smiles are for the innocent. Those who know no better." He knelt on the bed and straddled Zara, his cock stiffening most respectably. "Those who cannot fully appreciate the darkness that lies ahead."

  His hands reached for her breasts, cradling them, cupping them gently and strumming the swollen and sensitive peaks.

  Okay, so his bedside conversation left a little something to be desired, but his hands sure didn't. Zara sighed and shivered as her pussy started to throb under his touch. She tensed beneath him as his cock slid toward her heat.

  Blue, huh? If I close my eyes, he could be a frickin' rainbow and I don't care as long as he gets the job done...

  Thunder Nimbus muttered an incantation and the room darkened. Then he lowered his lips to her breast...

  Chapter Two

  Deep in the Forest of Forsythia

  "Motherfuckin' son of a bitch..." Sir Lincoln of Green was ferociously doing his best impression of an out-of-control weed whacker hyped up on speed. Mounds of chopped shrubbery lay behind him, marking the path he'd forged through the forest.

  The idiot manning his controls seemed to derive great pleasure from having him defoliate large portions of the woods through which he was supposed to pass in o
rder to attain the next level. And ultimately, his Princess.

  He'd been packing a hell of a hard-on ever since she'd appeared to him—a vaporous image bidding him rescue her and giving some obscure clues he couldn't figure out if his life depended on it. It was still early in the game—perhaps she'd appear again soon. Perhaps she'd be naked this time. Perhaps she'd touch herself... Aaaargh.

  Speaking of his life—he quickly flashed a glance at the well-concealed bars beneath his feet. They followed him around and let him know when he was about to expire. He sighed. All too often he saw no healthy red glow, no reserves in his life system. Sure, he had strength and a bit of magic left, but for some sick reason, players seemed determined to win out by simple brute force. Hence the savage slash-and-burn pruning techniques he was currently employing.

  Right now he had a bit of life left, thank God. He wanted to get to Zara in the worst way. He moved forward and attacked another bush. He wanted Zara's bush. He wanted Zara, moaning beneath him, on top of him, wherever...

  There was nothing like a serious case of lust to motivate a hero on a quest. Bravely he slashed onward, sweating and brushing his annoyingly silky blond hair out of his eyes. His tights were too tight, his cock was too hard—and to top it all off, his stupid hat made him look more like a fairy than half the fairies he'd seen up to now.

  One of the villagers had snickered at him too. That hurt. He was the hero, for Chrissake. Didn't anyone understand that? Sheesh...

  "Goddamn fucking stupid leaves—" Thwack. Another branch met its demise. He was talking out loud to himself, but since it wasn't dialogue it wouldn't show up on the game screen. Only the proper conversations, those permitted by the Great Programmers, would appear as silly balloons over his head.

  Damn near scared the crap out of him first time it happened. And having the crap scared out of you when wearing tights wasn't a good idea. A dull clang brought him up short and he stared at the tree trunk he'd managed to swipe by mistake.