Hola! Forgive me if I'm going through these things like that, but I would like to finish by Halloween and be done with it. So, let's get to it.
Zinka17- I should tell you this, Gutsy was actually planning on either eating her or using her as a chew toy. I'm not even joking, that's what he was thinking of doing when he caught her. But I guess he thought she was too pretty to be killed and wanted to make her his queen.
Benny- You have to understand that Hefty and Gutsy are not themselves. As in, all memory of the Smurfs have been wiped clean from their minds. Oh yeah, they were fighting over her all right. The prize for the winner of that fight would've either been a zombified blood slave or a weresmurfette. And guilty as charged (raises right hand). I actually do enjoy writing Gutsy as a dog. With him being like someone else, I can make him act like I want him to, but I want to be accurate so I'm writing it like this. Oh, believe me when I say that Gutsy never listened to reason as a Smurf before, what makes you think he'll listen to reason as a weresmurf now?
flowerpower71- It wouldn't have been a Halloween story without a smurfpire VS weresmurf battle. Even as a weresmurf, Gutsy still had a bit of a smurfy side to him. That's the good thing. They're not completely heartless, but they're still monsters.
Sapphire777- Even if Crafty were awake, she wouldn't be able to do much. She would still be a mesmerized rag doll, so she wouldn't be able to fight. And you're right, the transformations messed with their memories and they don't really have many morals. And technically, a werewolf (werewolf, weresmurf, same difference) can turn someone into another werewolf if he or she bites their victim or if they are scratched. (sighs) Poor Miner and Sweepy. I feel so bad for those two...anywho, sorry Sweepy. It's the girl code (crosses heart with right hand). 'No girl nor woman may ever reveal a Halloween costume to any man or boy without permission.' It's a rule.
Candy Girl- Crafty and Gutsy cuddling was just something that I could not not put into the story. Disclaimer time!
Crafty and Meena belong to me (and no, Crafty doesn't belong to Hefty the smurfpire). Livy belongs to flowerpower71, Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21, and the Smurfs belong to Peyo. Bye bye!
Crafty winced and opened her eyes slowly, her head feeling fuzzy and unfocused. She blinked multiple times, trying to remove the fog when it suddenly dawned on her.
She let out a silent gasp as her hands immediately went to her neck, feeling around for any bite marks of any kind. She sighed in relief as she felt nothing out of the ordinary. Still, she couldn't help but shiver at how Hefty acted towards her: Calm, aggressive, mysterious, hypnotic…
She shook her head, No, no, no! No thinking of Hefty like that.
Crafty blinked even more, trying to clear out the fuzzy feeling in her mind, but it just wouldn't. Come to think of it, her mind wasn't the only thing that felt fuzzy. She felt fuzz all over her face and on her arms.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she used her hands to fell on the fuzz that was pressing against her. She froze as she felt something other than fur. She felt warmth, muscle, and clothing?
Slowly looking down, her eyes widened as she saw and felt a blue plaid kilt, which was being covered with blue and rusty brown fur. Her eyes slowly roamed upward and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the face of her beloved Smurf, having the furry face of a canine.
Fortunately, the weresmurf remained asleep, his mouth slightly open which showed sharp incisors. His ears and tail twitched occasionally whenever his ears picked up any small sounds nearby.
This is bad. This is very very bad. Okay, let's check out my options here. Option one: Wait here, do nothing, then Gutsy wakes up and either kills me, eats me, or turns me into a weresmurf. Or Option Two: Somehow get out of his grip and try to get to the village. But Hefty's still out there. If he finds me alone, he'll only try to get me again and there is no way in smurf I'm being a mindless slave for a psycho smurfpire!
Gutsy growled in his sleep and loosened his grip on Crafty, though he still didn't let go. Her eyes shifted constantly, trying to think of a way to get out of Gutsy's grip. She might be more vulnerable out there, but if she stayed, she'd be dead for sure. If she tried to get to the village, at least she would have a fighting chance. If she ran into Hefty, she would now know what she was dealing with and outwit him.
Slowly, she scooted downwards, somehow not even making Gutsy stir one bit. Just as she was about to slip her arms through, Gutsy shifted again and tightened his arms around hers. She stopped, but kept going, letting her fake blue wings slip off.
Crafty immediately jumped to her feet and Gutsy growled again, strengthening his grip on the fake wings. He took in a deep breath and grunted, curling into himself. It seemed that since Crafty's scent was still on the wings, it fooled him into thinking he was holding Crafty.
"Phew…" Crafty sighed in relief. Then like a bolt of lightning, she bolted right out of there and into the forest, hopefully in the same direction as the village.
A few moments went by before Gutsy's eyes opened slightly, sensing that something was missing. He shook his head and closed his eyes again to sleep. A few moments went by when his eyes sprang open. He jumped from his spot and looked all around, his nostrils flaring as he tried to pick up the scent of his weresmurfette.
He looked into his arms and only saw the blue wings that came from his love. His eyes turned bloodshot and he snarled in anger, tearing at the wings until they were into tiny shreds of blue rubbish. He let out a thundering roar in anger that practically shook the entire forest.
Gutsy then dropped onto his haunches and sniffed furiously at the ground, trying to find his mate's scent. He sniffed and sniffed, finally picking up a trail with her scent. He howled at the moon and growled as he took off on all fours, following the path of the scent.
Crafty ran and ran as fast as she could through the forest, keeping her eyes peeled for the smurfpire and her hearing sharp for the weresmurf that would surely be after her. It only took the howl of the enraged weresmurf to encourage her from taking a rest.
Her breath started growing ragged as energy was draining out of her quicker than she thought. Her run was slowing to a fast walk.
"OOF!" Crafty grunted as she fell to the ground on top of another Smurf.
"Miner!" Crafty cried, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of the mole-dressed Smurf.
"Crafty!" Miner hugged her back, his voice filled with relief.
The two picked themselves up off the ground. Miner suddenly panicked and asked, "Crafty! Are you all right?! Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine! I'm fine, but we have to get out of here!" Crafty started pushing Miner in the direction of the village.
"I know!" Miner grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him as they ran. "Gutsy and Hefty aren't themselves and it's not safe out here!"
"I know that! I've already had a run-in with them! Why are they like that?!"
As quick as he could summarize while running, Miner explained in a nutshell how a spell from Peewit had changed them into monsters for a costume. But then it turned out for the worse.
"Yeah, that figures," Crafty rolled her eyes.
A mighty roar filled their ears as Gutsy leaped in front of them, the fur on his back standing up on end. He didn't know what he was more angry at: the fact that Crafty had tried to run away from him or that another Smurf was trying to steal away his future 'Queen of the Werewolves'.
"Crafty, run! Get to the village! You'll be safe there," Miner whispered, keeping himself between the weresmurf and Crafty. Gutsy shook his head and swiped at Miner, telling him to move out of the way in his own language.
"Miner, I am not leaving you here!" Crafty whispered back, slowly edging backwards as Miner did when Gutsy began to approach them.
"Is this really the time for you to be stubborn?!" Miner hissed at her, causing Gutsy to snarl at him and stand up on his back legs.
"Just go! I'll hold'em off!" Miner pushed Crafty to the side which triggered Gutsy's predatory instincts.
He growled viciously and pounced at Miner, sending them both to the ground. Miner held his arms out to push the monster away from him as he crazily snapped his jaws at him. Crafty watched in horror at the sight and couldn't bring herself to run away.
"GO!" Miner bellowed. Crafty shook her head and ran around them towards the village.
Miner had beads of sweat running down his brow as he did his best to push the weresmurf away from him. Gutsy continued to try to bite at him, but couldn't get close enough. Upon realizing this, he brought out his claws and swiped down at Miner's face. The spelunking Smurf threw his face to the side to avoid being swiped at. So, Gutsy used his other set of claws and dug them deeply into Miner's bare-skinned arm, raking them down his arm.
"GAAAH!" Miner screeched in pain as the Scottish weresmurf yanked his claws out.
Even as Miner continued to fight, Gutsy started to relent his attacks but still held him down. Miner felt confused as to why that was, but immediately panicked as he saw his arms. Black fur starting growing out of them and felt tinging in his finger tips, toes, ears, nose and jaw.
"No! Let me go! Let me go-AROOOOO!" Miner howled as the transformation completed.
Gutsy slowly got off of his 'Beta' weresmurf. Miner stood on his back legs and snarled out, looking over his new body. Black fur with blue splotches covered his body, pointed black ears, sharp teeth and claws, the long black and blue tail that replaced his old one, and his new senses of hearing and smell, compliments of his black canine-like nose.
Miner shook his head, growling in content at the condition of his new body. Gutsy got down on all fours and jerked his head in the direction Crafty had run. Miner acknowledged the command of his master and also got down on his haunches. The two roared as they took off at full speed after their future queen.
"I'm so sorry, Miner," Crafty whispered as she continued to run. She closed her eyes and let a few tears fall when she heard the pain-filled shriek of the mining Smurf. It was her fault that Miner was...gone. But now she had to get back to the village. If she didn't, then his sacrifice would've been for nothing.
She grunted as she, again, ran into another Smurf, but this time he seemed rooted into place. Crafty snapped her eyes open and let out a gasp of happiness and relief.
"Sweepy!" Crafty clung to Sweepy, letting even more tears fall. "It's horrible. I-It's just horrible...! We've gotta get out of here!"
She pulled away and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the village. Only, he didn't budge, not even a little.
"Sweepy! What are you doing?! We have to get out of here!" Crafty pulled and pulled at him, but still he didn't move.
"I'm afraid it's too late, my dear Crafty," Sweepy murmured.
Her blood turned cold and that was exactly what she felt. Sweepy's hand had felt like an icicle in winter. She backed away slowly but Sweepy only followed, removing the hood from his Smurf Reaper costume. His skin was even more pale than before even with the black ash covering his cheeks. Dark circles layered under his enticing blue eyes, which she was sure to keep herself from looking directly at.
Sweepy opened his mouth and hissed, his ivory fangs gleaming from the moonlight. Just as Crafty was about to at least try to make a run for it, her back collided with a tree. And before she could try to turn and run, Sweepy's pale blue arms shot out on either side of her, trapping her into place. He narrowed his eyes and moved his fangs ever so closer to her neck. Crafty winced and slammed her eyes shut, unfortunately waiting for the inevitable.
"That'll do, minion," A disturbingly familiar voice said coolly.
Almost instantly, Sweepy's narrowed eyes turned blank and opened up further and his face turned neutral immediately.
"Yes, master," Sweepy monotonously replied, backing slowly away.
Crafty slowly opened her eyes, but immediately wanted to close them again as Hefty walked into the clearing, his fangs showing in the form of a grin. He stalked towards her almost tauntingly.
"I'll take it from here," Hefty purred, reaching a colorless, cold hand to tenderly stroke Crafty's cheek.
