Man, inspiration comes from the weirdest places sometimes… What happens when a writer with writer's block has played too much HuniePop and then gets sick? Well… she becomes inspired to write this little gem. The protagonist of HuniePop (let's call him Nathan) gets sick and a certain mischievous love fairy arranges visits from each of the 8 girls over the course of a few days! Will our hero ever actually be able to rest?!

Just a warning: this is my first rated-M story, mostly due to language, drug use, innuendo, and (later) sexual situations. (No actual sex featured, but I can't be too careful) If any of this offends you, feel free to hit the back button. Otherwise, enjoy! ^^

"Nate? Rise and shine champ, you've got some chicks to see!"

Kyu's voice barely registered with me as I woke up with a moan. I felt oddly warm and my body did not want to cooperate as I attempted to sit up. "Mornin' to you too, Kyu," I mumbled before noticing the scratchiness of my throat. "Uh-oh…"

"Huh, you don't sound so good there," the pink-haired fairy commented as she fluttered closer, her bright green eyes looking directly at my barely-open ones.

"That's cuz I don't feel so good," I rasped before letting out a few coughs, causing Kyu to place a hand on my forehead.

"Aw shit! Looks like you might have a fever," she said before zipping out of the room. "Hang on, I'll be right back." I heard several small items getting tossed around (most likely things from my medicine cabinet) before she returned with a thermometer and popped it into my mouth.

A minute later, the results were in: 101 degrees. "Yup, it's official: you're sick," Kyu declared before throwing the thermometer in a random direction with an annoyed sigh. "Great, absolutely no progress is gonna be made today."

"Sorry to disappoint you," I told her, my sarcasm particularly potent that morning. Could Kyu possibly focus on something other than my dating life? Then again, she is a love fairy tasked with improving said dating life, so that's probably a big fat NO. "Guess you'll have to find something else to do for the next few days."

"Oh don't worry dude, I'm sure I'll think of something," she reassured me with a wink. "You just focus on getting better, okay?"

"Yeah sure, thanks," I whispered before slowly getting up to get some medicine. I wasn't entirely sure what Kyu was gonna do with her free time, but as long as it didn't bother me I would've been fine. Looking back, I really should've known better…

…

After sleeping through most of the morning, I woke up to my cell phone buzzing like crazy. Reaching over, I grabbed my phone to see that a certain devil who wears Lolita, aka Audrey, had sent 12 messages wondering where the fuck I was (or variations thereof). Oh that's right, I somehow got suckered into going shopping with her this morning, I remembered with a sigh. Guess I forgot to tell her I was sick.

Out of the eight girls I had met recently, I gotta say that I like Audrey Belrose the least; she may look cute, but in truth she is a bitch through and through, caring only about herself and seeing life as one big party where she can do whatever the hell she wants. Honestly, the only reason I had gotten involved with her in the first place was because Kyu talked me into it.

Just as I was about to reply to the last message, another one popped up:

"Whatever. If you're not coming to the fucking mall, then I'm coming to your place! I'm wasting time here by myself, anyway. See you in a few minutes, asshole!"

Wait, she's coming here?! I realized, my eyes widening. My apartment was a mess, and with my illness the last thing I needed was unexpected company, especially that loud-mouthed Audrey. Thinking quickly, I texted back:

"Not a good idea; I'm sick with a fever and I'm sure you don't wanna catch what I've got."

Hitting the send button, I set my phone back on my bedside table thinking that the message would keep Audrey from coming over. But man was I wrong; about twenty minutes later, my door was being assaulted by incessant knocking.

"Alright alright, I'm coming!" I replied as best I could with a sore throat, reluctantly getting out of bed before yanking the door open.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened it, Audrey was shoving her way past me. "Took you long enough!" she huffed, immediately making her way to my kitchen. She was dressed in her favorite red, white and black Lolita dress, and had just pulled a small bag of… something out of her purse. "You got a teapot or something?"

"Uh, yeah, down here," I told her as I pointed to the cupboard where the teapot was. "Didn't peg you for a tea drinker."

"Pssh! I'm not, but I'm guessing you are," the red-haired woman said before finally looking directly at me. Smirking, she commented, "Shit, you look like hell. I thought you were shitting me when you said you were sick!"

"And why would I joke about being sick?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow as I leaned against the wall. "There's an infuser in the drawer right next to you."

"Good, I'll need that," Audrey muttered as she filled the teapot with water and then set it on the stove to boil. "Is there anything to drink around here?"

Jerking my thumb at the fridge, I simply said "Help yourself" before coughing a bit.

Wrinkling her nose, the bitch said, "Um, eww? Don't cough at me! You're lucky I happened to have some good shit on me." As she spoke, she pulled a beer bottle out of the fridge and popped the cap off, not even bothering with a bottle opener. After taking a swig, she asked, "How sick are you, anyway?"

Clearing my throat a bit, I proceeded to list off my symptoms. "Well, let's see: I've got a fever, sore throat, cough, and I think I'm starting to get a headache." Okay, that last part I'm fairly certain was caused by this girl, but I wasn't gonna tell her that.

Sticking her tongue out, Audrey responded, "Yuck, sucks to be you."

"Your concern is duly noted," I muttered, though the comment seemed to go over her head. Under normal circumstances, dealing with Audrey is a matter of exuding confidence and making it clear that her bullshit isn't going to get to me. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly in a good position to be confident, so this was one instance where it was easier to just let her do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't break anything.

Granted, I did find it odd that she would come all the way here just to make me some tea. Was she actually concerned about me and just not admitting it? Kyu once told me that girls like Audrey acted tough on the outside, but deep down they were fragile as a porcelain doll; while I'm still not entirely sure if that was true, maybe Audrey wasn't half bad sometimes.

We chatted for a while and Audrey was almost done with her beer when the timer went off and the tea was ready. "That should do it. There, it's for your own damn good," she said, jerking her thumb at the mug and looking at me expectantly. Well okay, it was more of a glare, but still I wasn't about to get on her bad side after she made tea for me.

Shrugging, I picked up the mug, blew on the surface and took a sip. The flavor was minty and it soothed my throat nicely. "Mmm, this is good," I commented with a slight tone of surprise in my voice. "Thank you, Audrey. I honestly never expected this from you."

"Well don't get used to it, okay?" the redhead replied with a smug look, still watching as I drank. "I just came here to kill time. Oh yeah, and it should start kicking in any minute now."

"Eh? What are you…?" I didn't have to finish my question; shortly after I had started drinking, things started to look weird like certain colors seemed brighter, and I was also feeling lightheaded. "Uh, Audrey? What exactly was in that tea?"

"Mint and weed, duh!" she answered with a laugh. "I've been meaning to try that shit out, and now I have an excuse!"

Now THAT, I expected, I thought as I continued to drink it, for some reason. I don't habitually use drugs, but Audrey would've kicked my ass if I didn't finish it, sick or otherwise. Did I mention earlier that she's a bitch?

And my memory from that moment on is incredibly fuzzy; don't even ask me what else happened.

…

"Well look on the bright side; at least you forgot about your illness for a bit," Kyu commented sometime after Audrey had left and my high had worn off. "Also, you have got to be one of the funniest people I've ever seen high!"

"Yeah, but I also forgot everything else," I grumbled as I splashed cold water on my face. "Remind me again why you got me involved with that crazy bitch?"

Shrugging, the pink-haired pixie answered, "I'm just a love fairy doing her job, and that means getting you involved with different kinds of girls. And don't blame me, you were the one who drank that stuff."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just don't want any more surprises today," I told her, trying to sound stern with that stupid sore throat and kinda failing when the cough kicked in again.

But then Kyu got a slightly sheepish look on her face. "Uhhh… too late?"

Just as I was about to flop right back into bed, I gave the fairy a confused look. "Eh?"

Suddenly there was another knock at the door. "Hello, Nate? It's Tiffany."

Oh, it's just Tiff, I thought with a small smile. Tiffany Maye is a cute cheerleader who helped me get started at the University of Glenberry, and incidentally the first girl Kyu "introduced" me to. She's sweet, popular, a straight-A student, and for reasons unknown to me, she was at my door.

Not wanting to leave her standing there, I double-checked to make sure Kyu was gone before going to the door and answering it. "Hey Tiffany, what's up?"

"Hey, sorry to bother you," the twin-tailed blonde said with a guilty smile, which quickly turned to a look of concern. "Oh wow, you sound awful!"

"Thanks," I rasped, standing aside so Tiffany could come in. "Sorry about the mess, I've been too tired to clean."

"It's okay, I don't really blame you," she replied. "I'm sure you'd rather be resting right now, so I'll try not to take too long." Digging into her backpack, she pulled out some papers and held them out to me. "Here, I made a copy of my notes from the class you missed. Don't want you falling behind!"

My eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, thanks Tiff," I said as I took the notes. Looking them over, I really shouldn't have been surprised by how well the notes were organized. Clearing my throat, I commented, "Man, these look good. My notes are usually all over the place."

"Hee hee, you're welcome," Tiffany giggled. "I really hope those help; missing school because you're sick is bad enough."

A thought suddenly came to me. "That reminds me; how did you know I was sick?"

Cocking an eyebrow, the blonde replied, "You told me yourself, ya dumbo! You texted me this morning before class."

Weird, I don't remember doing that, I wondered, scratching the back of my head. Oh well, just go with it. "Yes I did, sorry. Guess my memory's sick, too."

Tiffany couldn't help giggling again. "And so are your jokes!" She then reached over to feel my forehead. "Yeah, you do feel pretty warm. If I were you, I probably wouldn't go to school at all this week. Don't worry, I'll get you the notes for Wednesday and Friday, too."

"Oh, you don't have to do that!" I protested, blushing a bit due to her hand on my forehead.

"Nope, I insist!" the blonde said as she folded her arms, clearly not taking no for an answer. "I'll take care of it, you just take care of yourself this week, okay?"

This brought a smile to my face. Right from our first meeting, this girl was more than willing to help me when it came to academics, all while she had her own studies and cheerleading to worry about, and yet she still manages to find time for some fun. I don't know how she does it. "Well, in that case… *cough* thanks, Tiff. I owe you big time."

"No worries Nate, though a pizza and movie date might make us even," Tiffany suggested with a wink.

"Heh, you've got a deal," I agreed with the two of us shaking on it. Clearing my throat, I added, "Oh, and apologies in advance if you get sick because of me."

"It's fine, I don't get sick a whole lot, anyway," she reassured me. "You must be tired; I better go so you can rest up and get better."

Nodding, I replied, "Hate to say it, but yeah my throat feels pretty shitty." I was at least able to walk her to the door so I could see her off. "Thanks again for the notes."

Smiling, Tiffany said, "Like I said, it's no problem. Hope you feel better soon. Good night!" And with that, she was gone.

Setting the notes on my desk for later, I scratched my head again; the fact that Tiffany knew about my illness still confused me as I didn't remember telling her. Heading back to my room, I picked up my phone to check my messages.

Getting past Audrey's messages, I was surprised to find that apparently a message was sent to Tiffany informing her that I was sick. But it couldn't have been me, I was asleep for most of the morning, I thought. So the only other person who could've done it is…

"Kyu," I rasped, knowing darn well she was in the same room. "Have you been messing with my phone again?"

Reappearing in front of me, the fairy feigned innocence. "Who, me? Now why would I do that?"

"Nice try, you darned fairy," I said in an annoyed tone. "You made Tiffany come over here even though you knew I was supposed to be resting!"

"Ohhh, she's not the only one I told," Kyu informed me.

"What?!" I exclaimed as I checked my messages again. Sure enough, messages were sent to most of the other women I had met recently. "You contacted all of them?!" I tried shouting, but my voice sounded both hoarse and a tad too squeaky to be very effective.

"Except Audrey, actually," she corrected. "I knew you not answering her messages would piss her off enough to come here herself without my influence."

"That's not the point! The point is I've told you not to use my phone!" I scolded before coughing like crazy.

"Hey, you told me to do something with my free time, so that's what I did," Kyu said with a smug smile. "I gotta have you spend time with these broads somehow, and what better way than to get them to help out poor sick Nathan?"

Groaning, I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation as I sat down at the foot of my bed. "Note to self: put a password on this stupid phone…" Glaring at the mischievous fairy, I asked, "Are any more of them coming over tonight?"

Shaking her head, she answered, "Tonight, no."

"Good, cuz after dinner I'm turning in," I told her firmly, slipping my phone into my bathrobe pocket so Kyu couldn't mess with it again. Seriously, it was bad enough that she added the HunieBee app onto my phone without my permission, but now she was contacting people under my identity! Sometimes I wonder just how her boss can let her get away with this stuff… if she even has one.

After some nice hot chicken noodle soup, I slipped into bed and turned on the TV to some random show before eventually nodding off. Whatever Kyu had in mind by contacting all those girls, I just hoped that it wasn't anything too crazy.

So, that was part 1 of my HuniePop story; I'm mainly doing this so I can get a feel for the characters, and I hope to do a story based on one of my actual playthroughs of the game. If you'd like to see that, please let me know! Oh, and I think it's safe to say that my long and painful hiatus is officially OVER! :D

Oh, and for those who haven't played the game, I'll explain what the HunieBee is: it's basically the menu for the game. According to Kyu, it automatically records the info of any girl you encounter throughout the game and can even track their location. (Is it any wonder why I sometimes call Kyu the stalker fairy?) Other functions include access to shops, trait upgrades, messages, and game settings. In this story, the HunieBee is limited mostly to girl info and locations, and judging from Nate's comment he doesn't really like using it as he finds the idea of tracking down girls distasteful. (And yet he hasn't gotten rid of it… odd.)