Architect and Handy had outdone this time, their new invention offered them a mayor change in their daily life: Plumbing. Out of the vital aspects for living, water is perhaps the most important of them therefore having a convenient access to such main resource and in easy to manipulative was a whole groundbreaking advance.

The smurfs were thrilled with the new development, having water inside their houses made cleaning chorus more enjoyable and their hygiene habits more easy to attend, it also left them with spare time to indulge in others activities; truly, the benefits that derived from that system were many, starting with no longer having to do several trips during all day to the whale to satisfy their necessities, all it was at the reach of a handle.

But the one benefit that the tiny, mischievous, blue beings delighted in the most is taking a shower, water running down on them is an inexplicable comforting sensation, they feel as their problems, sorrows, madness and basically all that bothered them at that point are washed away; of course they had not stopping using the bathtub, being surrounded by a mass of water is a marvelous experience, and it has the same perks too, with the difference that the sentiments detach from one's floating to the surface.

Either media they choose, their minds drift into all sort of things in that relaxed state; let's see the talking pest of the community for instance, Brainy Smurf prefers the efficiency of the shower, is quick and don't have to sink your head in a pool to wash it. What occupies his mind is, of course, himself, he rants about his greatness, about how he has helped built this miniature society, how his talent is wasted and how much he's unappreciated; is also a constant theme that his time would come and every smurf would bow before him.

But today, today while rinsing, a very singular idea has slipped into the egocentrism regarding the others submitting to his law, the softhearted Hefty Smurf – who is the one that kicks him out of the village in most occasions – is giving him something more than recognition, he is satisfying him intimately, he imagines the weightlifter enclosing his mouth around his wood, the lecturer instinctively directs one hand to his groin at the picture of the lascivious event.

Later on, the dream takes a direction of its own and Brainy sees the sturdy smurf ascend caressing him as he rubs his body against his own, startled by this development the writer stops before questioning himself and return to the previous scenery; the bragger is driven by his own dream once more only now he let the idea run, his limbs relax as very strong arms embrace him tightly and his mouth moves when imagining the exercise promoter kissing him; as those illusionary rough hands stroke him, his free fingers pass over the crack of his rear, the philosopher dwells in whether or not cross that line, he resolves on try brushing a fingertip over his blue bud rose which leads to a suffocated gasp leaved his throat.

– What I'm doing? This is completely wrong! I shouldn't be smurfing this, is unnatural! And to fantasize about another smurf?! Brainy, Brainy, Brainy. Just what are you thinking? –

Brainy Smurf, who has always criticized everything and everyone at his surroundings is for the first time in his longevous life questioning himself, however he has also always been a smurf of double standard so under the excuse of being a research of the behaving of a smurf under circumstances of intimate kind, the ill adviser analyzes that private zone as a possible source for entertainment. It results positive as his limb that had slept on the trial awakes during the test; the talkative utters sounds of placer as he resumes to his day-dream, pretending that the tattooed athlete is caressing his new found sensitive spot; Brainy indulges more and more into the touch of the bench presser and eventually the maximal point is reached, the extract emanating from his wood goes down the drain. He stays there panting under the running water, reflecting on his action.

Inside another house with a mushroom cap roof, a sweaty and sore smurf is stepping into the bathroom, it is the home of the village's strongest inhabitant, who likes to take a quick shower before sinking into the bathtub after a good session of exercise. Finished with the cleaning, Hefty opens both knobs of the faucet getting warm water filling the container – another beneficial invention derived from the plumbing, they now enjoy a boiler that provides hot water all year round –

– Ah! Nothing like a bath to calm my tired muscles. –

The bodybuilder rest his head on the border of the oversized container where he placed a folded towel to better comfort; his brain works in none thought in particular, dedicated only to rest, past events briefly emerge from time to time. In his numbed conscious he stops in one of them, is the singular contact that he has been having with the non–stop criticizer, his phallus inflating is registered in the back of his mind.

" Brainy surely is getting smurfier every time."

The fooling meetings after the fatal day, when the fighting smurf saw himself forced to submit to the lecturer's own lustful desires, where held under that same vile agreement. In the firsts of this encounters, Hefty had to comply but with each intimacy he held his resistance much longer, even if the head's tip was teased, forcing the vicious judge to improve his tactic, despite this, the athlete got free of the rule very soon.

For what the tattooed altruist was a friendly competition, to the sneaky nearsighted was a struggle of control; Brainy starves for power and there is almost no limit in what he would accomplish to gain it, even if they are of questionable morality, ergo he placed more effort in bringing the imposing smurf to a quick ending. He doesn't stay in the same point like usual, waiting for the weightlifter to succumb and instead runs his lips over the solidified extension of the member, arbitrary changing directions while doing so; he now pays attention to the oval shaped smurfberries and his tongue also moves around when applying suction.

The ambitious smurf is so fixated with regain the upper hand that he tried to control his gag reflect, pushing forward onto the oversized phallus. When it was first succeeded, Hefty froze completely, only half of his dumbbell's head was swallowed and it exited as fast as it had entered but it was enough to left him gasping dryly and erupt almost after the withdrawal; the pestering meddler improved bit by bit with the subsequent use and so far he has achieved to pass the head.

It's a technique that the jock has trouble to fight against it but nevertheless he encourages its use. After waking from his thoughts, the bodybuilder notices the head of his spear emerging above the surface.

– Looks like I got a little carried away. –

The strong, fitted smurf exits careful from the artificial pond.

– Well, it would be better if I let Brainy take care of it, I'll need another shower after that though. *CHUCKLES* –