A/N: I don't own Smurfs, obviously. This is a mature work of fiction and may contain dirty jokes, sexual situations, actual sex, violence, gore, horrible puns, real consequences to actions, and characters who are not infallible.
Now I know why they call it a crack pairing. I can't help myself with Alchemist and Jokey. More Alkey smut this chapter, but it's not m/m. *Winks*
**Extra Warning: Explicit Sex this chapter. You have been warned.**
Reviews- Lac Lausanne: I'm rather proud of how that turned out. :3 I've written m/f, m/f/f, and f/f, but that was my first m/m. And now I've got a crazy crackship stuck in my mind! X3
Chapter 09: Stolen Moments
Vexy barreled into the mess hall, passing a pleased looking Huntress walking with Tracker. The former naughtie headed directly to Smurfette, grabbing her sister's shoulder.
"We really need to talk. Right now." She ignored the looks from Hefty and Gutsy. Brainy looked like he was about to say something but Smurfette stood and followed her dark haired sibling. They walked outside the log shaped building then around to the back. They wouldn't be overheard here.
"Is something wrong?" The blond asked worriedly.
"He kissed me, he kissed me, oh my smurf he kissed me!" Vexy blurted out.
Smurfette let out a girly squeal. "Oh smurfness! That's smurfy! What happened?" The younger created smurfette told how the riled grouch finally made a move. And then how they'd spent most of the time between lunch and dinner making out.
The blond hugged her sister. "That's smurftastic!" Letting go, she wondered out loud, "But where is Grouchy now?"
The dark haired smurfette blushed and scowled at the same time. "We were heading to dinner when a smurf just stops us on the path and hands off Baby to Grouchy. He's gone to Papa's. Said he needed to change her didey."
Smurfette narrowed her eyes. "I'll have to ask Mirror who he smurfed her to. That smurf couldn't have had her more than a few minutes." Papa had been clear that taking care of the baby would be all the smurfs responsibility, not just his or a choice few. It was quickly becoming apparent that some smurfs were not cut out for smurflingsitting.
"The strange thing is, Grouchy didn't seem to mind. He looked mad, sure, but he didn't tense up like he does when he really doesn't like something." Vexy commented.
The elder creation smiled. "From what I've smurfed about who's been watching Baby, Grouchy's smurfed her more than any other smurf."
Vexy smiled with a completely smitten expression. "And he'd just hate for anyone to know that, I'm sure."
Smurfette giggled. "So, are you two smurffriends now?"
"He'd hate for anyone to know that, too." The brunette chuckled. She was fine with waiting until the news naturally came out. "So when are you and Hefty...?"
The blond sighed. "I couldn't. I was smurfed by a spell at the time, but I recall every smurf's expression when I smurfed it'd be either Hefty or Handy. It hurt them. If only there were more smurfettes... I've smurfed for that so many times on my star."
"Well, we've got a few more. That new redhead and Sassette when she gets older." She didn't include herself for obvious reasons.
"Oh! And Medic. That dryad asked Papa if she could stay too." Smurfette supplied. "But really, I'd always smurfed for all of the smurfs to find love."
"Well, at least they'd leave us alone then." Vexy grinned.
"Vexy!" Her sister admonished, but the effect was lessened by her laughter.
"Let's head back. They're probably wondering where we are." The black-haired female lead the way back around and into the mess hall. Grouchy was sitting with Gutsy, Hefty, Brainy, and Clumsy. Baby was on his lap and he was feeding her pureed smurfberries. The child was shaking her head to try and get the spoon into her mouth, smearing smurfberry mush all over her face.
The smurfettes sat down beside their respective smurfs. The blond looked at the grump, who was spooning another bit of food into the smurfling's mouth.
"Grouchy, who smurfed Baby to you?" Smurfette asked.
"Liar." The ornery smurf rumbled. "Smurfed something about having a personal emergency that needed smurfing. Pretty sure that he's just smurfing up to his name." He managed to catch a bit of dribbled food from the child's chin and redirect it back to her mouth.
The blonde scowled. "I don't think Papa's plan is going to smurf out. There are just some smurfs that aren't cut out for smurflingsitting. To try and force it..." She didn't want to voice that it might be dangerous for Baby.
"You should smurf a list." Brainy advised. "That way other smurfs will know which smurfs would be unsmurfy at watching Baby."
"That's a smurfy idea, Brainy. I'll smurf on it in my spare time." Smurfette took a drink of water.
"Oh, allow me! I won't mind smurfing up a list right away." The bespectacled smurf offered. He created so many lists, in fact his quotations books were novel sized collections of lists.
"Thank you, Brainy." The florist smiled, the egotistical smurf puffed up with pride.
Baby sneezed, spraying slobber and mashed smurfberries all over Grouchy. Some splatter hit Vexy as well. The grump huffed, cracked a fleeting smile, and reached for a spare napkin to wipe the large glop off of his chest.
While the sourpuss was paying attention to cleaning up, he didn't notice Hefty's slackjawed stare or that Gutsy had paused with a bite of smurfberry casserole halfway to his mouth. The muscled smurf looked at Smurfette for an explanation and the female lifted a single finger to her lips. Calling the grouch out on his tolerant behavior might well make him fall back into old habits.
Little did they know, the behavior was reserved for only two smurfettes at the moment, the one he was feeding and the other that was cleaning the smurfberry mush off of herself by his side. Gutsy was trying to ask questions with hand gestures that the blond couldn't understand. When the elder creation mouthed 'later' very clearly, it seemed to mollify the four smurfs. Well, almost all. Brainy looked like he was about to explode with the questions rattling around in his head.
After getting himself reasonably clean, Grouchy tried to feed baby another spoonful of food. Instead of eating, she grabbed the spoon, squishing the food between her fingers. He picked up his own napkin and gently cleaned the infant's hand. She was probably full, so now he could eat. He started with the casserole, holding the child with one arm and eating with the other.
"So where's Papa?" The grump asked. This prompted Smurfette to fill him in on the elder's trip to the human wizard. That started the conversation back up at the table, that picked up more as the smurfs finished eating. The sourpuss smurf tried to feed the child a bit more after he was full, but she only wanted to play with the spoon.
"Baby needs a bath." The ornery smurf stood with the child in his arms, turning to leave.
"I'll walk with you." Vexy offered, standing up and following.
Brainy managed to wait until they were out of the door before verbally pouncing. "What's smurfing on?! I've never seen Grouchy smurf so... so... smurfy before!" He paused. "At least... not since he was smurfed by the purple fly."
"Maybe he's finally smurfin' over it, ya think?" Gutsy wondered out loud.
"It's been 43 years, maybe it smurfs off slowly?" Hefty speared a smurfberry with his fork but didn't bother eating it.
"46 actually." Brainy corrected. Beside him, Clumsy shuddered. If it weren't for a huge amount of luck, the entire village would have been lost. The intellectual and the klutz were the two youngest smurfs at the time, barely into adulthood. No matter their age, the smurfs in the village didn't like to talk about the events.
Their reluctance to talk of the issue left Smurfette at loose ends. She only caught snippets of what had happened, combined with a single article that Editor had printed after the disaster was over. It told the general tale and stressed keeping tuberose pollen on hand at all times.
The blond looked at the quiet table, wondering if now would be a good time to ask a few questions. "Grouchy was the first purple smurf?" She asked softly.
Hefty sighed. "He wasn't always smurfed Grouchy, ya know. He was Quiet smurf before. He was smurfed out into the forest to get some wood and got smurfed by a purple fly." The muscled smurf trailed off.
"Ye got te understand, Lass." Gutsy picked up the tale. "Grouchy was a purple smurf fer two days. In the end, he started ta... ta change. He was smarter than the rest of the infected smurfs by then. Smurfed himself blue with paint te disguise himself and fought Papa in his lab when he was tryin ta cure us. He's the one that smurfed Papa, and if it wasn't fer that explosion in the lab... we wouldna be here today."
Smurfette had never heard this side of the tale. It made sense now, why many of the smurfs didn't like to anger him. Not just because he could be ornery, but because there was likely a genuine fear from the whole incident... and maybe blame too. "What was it like?" She found herself asking at almost a whisper. Both the scotsmurf and Hefty looked at their plates, refusing to answer.
Clumsy hugged himself, rocking a bit. "It's like you're the maddest you've ever been. Ah ain't never been so mad before er since. All ya wanted to smurf was bite." His gentle southern accent came out more when he was upset or excited. "It was like smurfin' at yersmurf but you wutn't in control. An' you had to watch yersmurf... smurf things." Brainy pulled his friend into a hug, not bothering to call him out on his diction. Clumsy took a shuddering breath and clung to his best friend.
"As near as I could smurfmise after the fact," Briany began, still comforting Clumsy. "the disease was a fast acting one similar in nature to the foaming mouth disease that smurfs animals. We were lucky there was a cure, as I'm not sure if the end result of the purple disease would smurf the same as the foaming mouth disease." He grunted as Clumsy squeezed him tight for a moment. "However, given Grouchy's case... sometimes I wonder if we would have smurfed into something else." He didn't say that it was just as likely that the grump's case was unique, and the rest of them could have died from the disease. Being unable to feed one's self was a large inhibitor of survivability after all.
"I... I never knew." Smurfette finally said. "I'm sorry for smurfing up such unsmurfy memories."
"It's fine, Lass." Gutsy stood up. "Well, we've got our chores ta do and Greedy's already smurfing the tables. Think I'll see if Timber would smurf some help." The scotsmurf left after nodding his head at the table. Usually after dinner was time to split firewood just outside of the kitchens. The adventurer smurf felt like he needed to do something physical.
"I'm gonna smurf on Handy, see if he needs anythin." Hefty stood, but not before patting the blond's knee under the table. Knowing she was welcome to join him, Smurfette mumbled an excuse and hurried after him.
Clumsy finally let go, sitting back up with one arm gripping his other. "Ah don't think Ah'll be able ta sleep without a smurfmare t'night." He confessed. "Could Ah stay over?"
Brainy was secretly grateful for the question. "Of course. Let's go smurf your things."
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Wooly waited until Tracker and Huntress got up and left. So far, he had only told Herder about the puzzling statement. The aussie smurf tilted his head pointedly in the direction of the kitchens and the two stood and left.
"They're smurfing something." Fisher pointed out.
"Whatever they smurf or smurf out, we'll hear eventually." Hunter shrugged.
It was lucky for Wooly and Herder that the two smurfs at the table were among the most patient.
Leaving through the kitchens, the two smurfs spotted their quarry heading away. They were strolling and talking, making their way to Tracker's house. At one point the woodsmurf looked at the redhead, blushing.
"Wonder what's smurfin' on there." The cowsmurf whispered to is fellow stalker.
"No clue, mate." The shephard shrugged.
They tailed at a distance until the two had entered the mushroom shaped house. Then, jogging quickly, they headed towards an out of the way window, the one facing the wilderness instead of the village. Quietly settling themselves under the windowsill, they strained to listen.
"It won't be that bad." Huntress purred.
"It's not that. It's that smurfs talk. I'm worried they'll smurf out about you sooner than later." Tracker's voice moved from one point of the room to the other.
"All they'll see is that we're together. It's not like they'll suddenly see fur and claws." The female huffed. The two spies shared a confused look.
The woodsmurf sighed, close to the window. "So we're together? Smurffriends?"
The smurfette sounded frustrated. "Yes. I think so. Don't expect flowers and poetry... but I like you." She paused and Wooly gave Herder a wide-eyed look. Then she continued. "I saw that little smurf kit today and it made me wonder."
There was silence, then the female spoke again. "Well we've been mating and I don't know if female smurfs get pregnant like other creatures but it seems likely." Something fell to the floor with a clunk.
Both the eavesdropping smurfs jumped, then held their breaths for a few moments, hoping they hadn't given their positions away.
"Oh my smurf." Tracker muttered, something scraping along the floor as if he'd picked it up.
"How long do smurf kits stay helpless? It's more fun when they can romp around." Huntress asked.
"Ah..." Tracker's voice trailed off as he thought. "I was a smurfling of 50 when Brainy and Clumsy smurfed along... I resmurf them crawling before their first word ceremony. They were walking, or smurfing to, not long after. Perhaps less than four or five years?"
"That's not as bad as I thought. When Vanity said you were considered adults after your first century I was worried it'd take a few decades." The redhead's voice was relieved.
"You're not worried about... about smurfing a child?" Tracker asked hesitantly.
"Why would I be? I've had litters before." Under the sill, Herder made a confused face and mouthed 'litters?' to his fellow spy.
"...It's a bit sudden for me. To smurf I may be a father in the future." The woodsmurf confessed.
Huntress laughed. "It's not like you'd be the one giving birth. That's the hardest part." Her voice moved across the room. "And I've never had any help with up to five at a time. One or two would be easy."
"I'd be there to smurf out." The hunter assured her. Their voices were close to each other.
"You would, wouldn't you." The smurfette's voice sounded confident, affectionate.
"Azzy, I smurf you. Of course I'd smurf out with any children we had." There was a wet sound, but the two smurfs we're still trying to puzzle out the pet name.
A murmur was the only warning before footsteps crossed the room. More quickly than the two eavesdroppers could comprehend the shutters above their heads flew open.
They were caught. The pair had the decency to look embarrassed as Tracker narrowed his eyes. "I think you fellows had best smurf in here for a talk."
Sheepishly, the two stood and headed around the house to the door.
"That smurfed pear shaped quick." Herder quipped.
"Ya ain't just whistlin' dixie there." Wooly agreed.
The woodsmurf opened the door for them. There wasn't much to sit on so the smurfs stood. Huntress leaned against the bedpost, arms folded across her chest defensively.
"Let's smurf it, chaps." The hunter began.
"I'm sorry, Tracker. And Ma'am." Wooly began. "I shouldn't 'a been so smurfed up and nosey."
"Too right. Last thing we should've smurfed was to act like 'ol Stickybeak himself." The aussie smurf's nickname for Nosey was well known. "Sorry, Tracker, Shelia."
"How much did you hear?" Huntress asked. It was obvious it was quite a bit when both smurfs blushed.
"Ya'll are... smurffriends a-nd were smurfin' about youngins." The cowsmurf said nervously.
"So pretty much since we smurfed through the door." Tracker resisted the urge to rub that tense spot between his eyebrows.
"You smurfed you had litters." The jackaroo smurf added. "And he smurfed ya Azzy." Realization hit Herder like a smurfball to the head. Claws. Fur. Litters. Azzy. His mouth dropped and he looked back and forth between the woodsmurf and smurfette.
"You smurfy there, pardner?" Wooly asked, still trying to puzzle out what was going on. The redhead shifted uneasily.
The hunter watched the shepherd carefully. He was sure he'd realized. But just how would he react?
"Azrael didn't smurf did she, Shelia?" Herder asked quietly.
Wooly jerked as he realized. "Ho-ly Smurf. Yer Azrael?!"
The female looked at the woodsmurf before she sighed. "Yes." Both cowsmurf and shepherd looked at each other in shock.
Finally, the wool gatherer spoke. "Does Papa know?"
"I smurfed him as soon as I found out." Tracker answered.
"Crikey." The aussie smurf rubbed the back of his head. "And he's let her smurf here then." He looked back at the woodsmurf as if the thought just occurred to him. "And you two have been rootin for smurf's sake."
The smurfs blushed, followed by the smurfette when she finally picked up on the context of what 'rooting' meant. The uncomfortable silence stretched out for more than a minute.
"I cain't smurf I like it. But Papa's smurfed his decision and more importantly, I trust ya, Tracker. Yer a level-headed smurf." Wooly glanced at the redhead. "If ya behave, ah... Huntress, I'm sure most of the smurfs won't smurf out."
Herder made a noise of disbelief. "Timber. Don't smurf Timber."
"Whoo doggies..." The cowsmurf agreed. "Or Suspicious."
"I wasn't smurfing on telling anysmurf." Tracker said blandly. "So long as Papa lets it lie, we're smurfing quiet."
"Crystal clear, mate. We won't dob ya in." Herder assured them.
Beside him, the wool gatherer shook his head in agreement. "Ya really should smurf Hunter though. He's yer best friend, fer smurfin' out loud."
The woodsmurf looked down. It was Azzy's tale to tell, but the smurf did want to fill in his best friend. "Probably." He'd have to talk it over with the smurfette beside him. He looked at her. The conversation trailed off.
"We should smurf ourselves out." Wooly began to head to the door. "Sorry again ya'll."
"G'night. ...And sorry mates." The aussie smurf waved as they left.
"Goodnight." Tracker called as the door closed. He sighed. "Bloody hell." The woodsmurf gave in to temptation and rubbed the tense part between his brows.
"They'll keep their word, right?" Huntress asked, walking over to where her mate stood.
"Yes, they're among the smurfs who smurf their word as bond." The woodsmurf looked at her. "I'm sorry, love."
The smurfette looked at him confused. "Why are you sorry?"
"Last night after that hunt, after you smurfed off to bed, Wooly saw me staring and joked about spring fever. I smurfed him 'you have no idea'. It likely smurfed his curiosity and that led to this." The smurf wrapped his arms around his smurffriend.
The former feline snorted. "Neither of us can watch what we say all the time. That's why I'm trying to find new skills. Maybe if I make myself useful I'll get to stay."
"If you're exiled Azzy, know I'll smurf with you." The bloodhound smurf cupped her chin in his hand. The smurfette closed the gap between them, kissing him. He inhaled her scent, just like he did before when he noticed the strong scent of his two friends nearby. This time it was only himself and the redhead and their arousal between them. He was getting dizzy before they broke apart, unsure if it was the need for air or his blood going south.
"How about that shower at my place?" Huntress purred. When she had suggested it earlier they were outside and her mate had blushed an interesting shade of purple.
"Lead the way, love." Tracker murmured. He reluctantly pulled away, picking up the basket he'd dropped earlier full of his bath items and clothes. At least concealed that way it would only look like he was carrying smurfberries or something for her. It also helped that it would conceal the bulge in his pants until he calmed down or got to the apartment.
The redhead gave him a cheshire grin and took his hand, leading them out of the house.
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Alchemist's stomach growled. It was dinner time and the bell had rang. But she couldn't really go to the mess hall at the moment. So far her calculations to reverse the gender swap hadn't worked. She rubbed a hand down her face, frustrated.
Jokey burst through the door, laughing. "Heya Alchy, ya smurfy?" He carried a basket of smurfberries in the crook of one arm. "I smurfed ya some food!"
The demolition smurf plopped the basket on the table before he turned to look at the potioneer.
Alchemist had been frozen. Jokey would notice, she was sure. At least she still had her cape neatly tied around her chest. She'd folded it up to better secure it earlier and it now looked more like one of Smurfette's bathing suit tops than anything else.
The comedian burst out laughing. "What did you smurf?" Oh yes, he'd noticed.
The brewer waved a hand dismissively. "A potion had a few unexpected smurf effects, nothing I can't fix." Blast it all, why did she have to sound to feminine?
"And now you're a smurfette? That's too funny!" The prankster clutched at his sides, guffawing.
The potioneer abandoned her sheet of calculations in favor of heading to the table to grab some food. "Smurfier than a few of my other accidents."
Jokey sobered a bit, the possibility of accidents was why the smurf checked in at least twice a day. "Yeah." He spied the likely potion still sitting on the workbench. "So what's it like smurfing a smurfette?"
"Not much difference that I can smurf." Alchemist took a bite of smurfberry, not noticing that the prankster was edging towards the workbench. "Except I have to smurf my chest."
"So is it resmurfable?" That thought made him hesitate. He'd already picked up a small vial to put some in, gleeful pranks forming in his mind.
"Not yet. I haven't worked out which base would smurf best with the Antimony first. It's a very smurfticular element." She hungrily ate another berry.
"Would it smurf Smurfette or Vexy into a smurf?" The prankster was now staring at the neutral grey solution in the cauldron.
The smurfette stopped mid-chew. Running a simple calculation in her head she finally swallowed and answered. "Pretty likely. I haven't smurfed the formula on that possibility." Actually, if it could... could the poison also be the cure?
Oh boy. The prankster grinned. Now he just -had- to try some on somesmurf. Quickly, he dipped the vial into cauldron and pulled it out, corking it.
"Jokey, what are you smurfing?!" Alchemist had finally noticed that the bomber had moved.
The smurf smiled innocently and palmed the vial into his pocket. A sudden bee sting feeling in his hand told him he'd accidentally touched some of the liquid. "Uh-oh."
You didn't smurf it did you? That potion made me-" The smurfette never got to finish her sentence. Jokey passed out and fell to the ground. "Oh smurf it all!"
Sighing, the smurfette wrapped her arms around her smurffriend and dragged him to her bed. She lit a candle at the bedside, wondering how long the smurf would be out as he transformed. Humming in thought she went to collect more paper and her ink and quill. Observing the transformation would be handy. After the prankster smurf woke up, she might get volunteered as a test subject to see if it did indeed work in reverse. Or at least the bomber could help her observing anything that happened when she tried touching the solution again...
Alchemist grinned as she pulled off the prankster's hat. Already a soft down of fuzz was growing. Unable to resist, the smurfette rubbed the transforming smurf's head affectionately. Noting the change down she chuckled at the soon to be redhead. Checking her impromptu patient again, she headed back to the table to pick up the basket of smurfberries. At least she wouldn't go hungry.
Three hours later the sun had set and Jokey started to stir. She blinked and wondered why she was in a bed covered up. Oh yeah. The potion. The smurfette giggled, then laughed at how girly her voice sounded.
"Good, you're up." Alchemist sat up from being bent over a stack of papers. The calculations said that it was almost assured that touching the solution again would work. She watched as the other smurfette sat up and the cover fell down from her chest. "Let me get something for you to smurf on your chest."
"Wha?" The prankster looked down. "What's wrong with my... Oh smurf!" She prodded at her new additions. Smurfettes were typically much smaller in bust than humans, but they still had them. A spare cape hit the sitting smurfette in the head.
"Yeah. I know pixies and faeries have those, but it just seems odd for a smurfette to smurf them." The potioneer said, glancing at the redhead. "Male smurfs don't even -have- the dark parts like other males do." She forgot what those were called... bipples? That sounded about right.
"Hey... Baby doesn't have these. What's smurfing on with that?" Jokey was still messing with the cape to tie it around her chest.
"No smurf." Alchemist shrugged. "All of the adult smurfettes seem to smurf up their chests for some reason though." She crossed the room and held out her hand. "Here, let me smurf you."
The prankster chuckled, enjoying the proximity of her smurffriend. "I wouldn't mind a little smurf right now." She grinned lecherously.
"Be serious, Jokey." The potioneer blushed as she finished folding the impromptu top and tied it on.
"It's not a joke." The redhead pulled the other smurfette down into a kiss. The dark clad female responded, wrapping her arms around her lover.
"You're incorrigible." Alchemist finally murmured when they broke apart. While the two had been friends for years, their relationship had jumped to something more in just the past month.
"And you smurf it." The prankster grinned, running her hand down into the other smurfette's navy colored pants. She listened to the gasps as she explored.
The brewer started trying to pull off her pants. The attempt spurred them both into pulling off their clothing as quickly as possible before they pulled each other close and kissed again.
Jokey pulled away, looking at her lover. "Hey, look, they smurfed smaller." She rubbed the pad of her thumb over the dark haired smurfette's hardened nipple.
The dark haired smurfette hummed in pleasure. "That feels smurfy." She eyed her lover's chest. "Yours are smurfed too." Getting an idea she leaned forward and licked one dark blue circle.
The redhead squealed and pulled away laughing. "That tickles!"
With a gleam in her eye, Alchemist pinned her partner down licked her breasts several times. Peals of laughter turned to moans when the brunette took one point into her mouth and sucked. She decided the prankster was enjoying this when the redhead arched her back. Her hand went to the other breast and squeezed gently.
"Smurfness." The comedian gasped. If it was one thing that excited the potioneer, it was how reactive her partner was. Just like the yellow gift boxes Jokey gave away, the smurf seemed ready to explode with the slightest touch. Alchemist ran her free hand down her lover's side, stopping between the redhead's legs to do some exploring of her own.
"Ah!" As soon as she was touched, the bomber called out before trailing into a moan. Her hands fisted into the covers.
The brunette let go of her partner's nipple, licking it slowly before grinning. "Mm. My Jokey. Let's smurf how your treasure has changed." She pulled away, leaving a trembling smurfette to watch her settle down between her thighs. At some point the prankster had caught on to Alchemist's use of the word 'mine' when they made love. It had turned into a term of endearment.
While Papa tried, you couldn't teach what you really didn't know. It was more than a 'hole' as described. The potioneer wondered what the little nub was for and touched it gently. The redhead cried out and lifted her hips into the contact. A little motion gave her even more reaction.
"More!" Jokey cried. The brunette started with gentle motions. It felt like electric shocks traveled from the point of touch to throughout her body. Suddenly warmth surrounded the tiny point and the shocks turned into a constant current of pleasure.
It wasn't much different than sucking on the nipple, though this brought such a strong reaction. It pleased Alchemist to no end. Watching her lover's hands alternate between grasping at the blanket and just making fists, she prodded the redhead's entrance with a finger. It was wet and as the digit slid inside the smurfette's hips bucked.
"So smurfy, ohh!" The bomber trailed off into incoherence punctuated with moans and gasps. She felt as if every muscle in her body was starting to tense up. The sensations only doubled when her lover began to pump her finger in and out of her.
The potioneer knew she was on to something when the comedian started panting in time to her thrusting hand. While she wasn't at a very good angle, she enjoyed the show. This was her mate, hers.
'Mine' the dragon repeated.
"Moremoremore-" Jokey started repeating the word, her voice going up higher as she came closer to falling over the edge.
Alchemist started to move her hand faster.
Suddenly all movement from the redhead stopped as she went rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream. The only movement the potioneer could feel was the clenching of the prankster's inner walls with her finger as she moved it inside her lover. As she relaxed, the brewer removed her digit.
It was a few moments before the comedian recovered and spoke. "I smurf my brain just exploded." She giggled.
The brunette examined her wet finger before licking it clean. "You smurfed for it." The other smurfette giggled again.
Finally recovered, the redhead sat up. "Oh Alchy." It was the sultry tone that made the brewer pay attention. Jokey was moving closer, face flushed from her orgasm.
The prankster smiled. "It's your turn." Alchemist allowed herself to be pulled into a kiss, leaning back against the headboard. Both of the redhead's hands fondled her breasts, sending pleasant sensations that seemed to head to her groin. It was an alien feeling that created a conflicting sort of excitement and trepidation.
Finally the comedian pulled back. There were so many things she wanted to try. Finally deciding she started by nibbling on the potioneer's neck, it was one of the little discoveries Jokey found that really turned her lover on.
The brunette moaned, tilting her head and leaning towards the touch. It was something familiar and welcome and she reveled in the pleasure. Her arms wrapped around the prankster, wanting to touch her in return.
The bomber trailed a hand down gently tracing a finger over Alchemist's folds. She enjoyed the gasps as she kissed a trail downward and took a nipple into her mouth to suck gently.
"Hah!" The potioneer panted. One of her lover's fingers had slipped inside of her, palm rubbing against her sensitive spot as the redhead started pumping. The sight as she looked down only showed her the mass of red curls and the other smurfette's back, her tail twitching in excitement. A sudden need for more contact had her raising her hips up.
Jokey let go of the breast with a gentle pop. "I smurf you want a little more." She purred, teasingly slowing her hand.
"Yes." She managed, the brunette looking at the prankster. He... -no she at the moment, she corrected herself- liked to tease, elicit reactions.
The redhead moved them both backwards, so that her lover was lying flat. Then she lay between her legs and took a moment to look at the unfamiliar parts. She started licking, her digit sliding back into the brewer's warmth. At her partner's whine, she started sucking on the little button.
Alchemist felt like a potion beginning to boil. The intense feeling burned brighter in her stomach. She was sure it was leading up to a release, but wasn't sure she could be pushed any farther.
"More." The potioneer wasn't sure what she wanted.
The bomber had to fight a grin. Her mouth was a bit busy at the moment. She increased the pace of her pumping. Her lover lifted her hips again, suddenly, and one of her fingers hit the lower hole.
"Ah! Yes!" The reaction was immediate, the brunette gripped the pillow above her head. "Smurf me there too!"
Jokey couldn't fight the grin this time, pulling out her finger momentarily to dip her thumb into the damp folds. With a chuckle, she slid her finger back in place and pressed her thumb slowly into her lover's rear. A few slow pumps and soon she increased her pace and had the other smurfette panting.
The dark haired smurfette was cresting, crying out her partner's name like a mantra. The prankster enjoyed it when Alchemist finally started making noise, even though it was usually towards the end of things. The mantra always flowed from 'Jokey' to 'My Jokey' to 'Mine' and then into incoherent growling. Come to think of it, Alchy wasn't growling like usual.
The build wasn't stopping and she wasn't sure she wanted it to. She felt like she was boiling, her entire body condensing into a fine point. 'Mine' the dragon started. She started repeating it, the boiling getting stronger. If she was a potion she'd be going critical.
She exploded, crying out wordlessly as her body tensed from her climax. She twitched as she came down, unable to form coherent thoughts for the moment.
"Smurfs like your brain exploded, too." Jokey giggled. She curled herself around her smurffriend, snuggling.
Alchemist nuzzled her lover back, lethargically wrapping her arms around her. "My Jokey. I smurf you."
The redhead gave the brunette a squeeze. "I smurf you, too Alchy."
A few moments of silence passed, night had already fallen and the candle was sputtering on the nearby nightstand. It was getting cool and the two smurfs shivered.
"I think we should smurf under the covers." The bomber suggested.
"Should we smurf the potion again? The calculations say it should transmurf us back." The potioneer untangled herself from her smurffriend and moved off the bed so the covers could be pulled down.
"I know you wanna smurf it a try." The prankster watched the other female walk over to the work table and select a dropper. She pulled the covers down and hopped into the bed.
Alchemist walked quickly back towards the bed, dropper in hand. It was a bit too cold to be casually walking about. "Who first?"
"Rock, Stick, Pond?" The comedian suggested. It was a game similar to rock, paper, scissors. Rock broke stick, stick floated on pond, pond swallowed rock. The only difference was that instead of two fingers stuck out for scissors, a single finger represented the stick.
"Ok. Loser first." The potioneer counted and they threw their hands out in time. The bomber's stick beat her pond.
They climbed into the bed, the brunette placing a few drops into her hand. Just like the first time, the bee sting feeling came followed by dizziness. "It smurfs." She managed before falling back onto the pillow.
Jokey picked up the dropper and set it on the nightstand before watching the change in the dimming light of the fading candle. Already, the dark haired smurfette's breasts were flattening, the nipples seeming to fade back into regular skin.
The prankster grinned. She wouldn't use the dropper just yet. It'd be fun to surprise her smurffriend in the morning. She blew out the candle and sat the dropper beside the holder. Wriggling down into the covers, she snuggled up to the transforming smurf.
They both slept until morning.
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Scaredy shook as he opened the door. Tonight was going to be a bad night, he was sure. Panicky had decided to sleep over at Weepy's, leaving him without anyone to ask. He didn't blame the other smurfs for avoiding him when he asked -no begged- them to keep him company. His night terrors were unnerving to witness. He couldn't be awoken, clawing at his bed and whimpering. At least he didn't scream, he thought.
And the night terrors were far better than visits from IT.
He didn't remember the night terrors, but he did remember visits from the shadow. It flitted across his walls sometimes, looking deceivingly benign. But then nights like this... nights when he was all alone and didn't have anyone to witness or help him, the shadow came.
It always started the same, he would wake up unable to move, unable to scream. The crushing weight on his chest would begin right after, along with a grinding kind of murmur that echoed in his mind. He could only scream in his head, loud and shrill, as whatever the thing was did whatever it did.
When it seemed like his heart would finally give out, the weight would suddenly vanish, the shadow flitting back across the walls and out the window.
It wasn't smurfy, whatever it was. The presence, especially when it was sitting or pressing on his chest or whatever it did, felt horrible, angry. What he'd done to it he had no idea...
What he could have done to start those visits when he was a smurfling he couldn't fathom.
He shook as he lit the candle sitting by the door. "S-smurfness, p-p-please don't let it smurf here t-tonight." He begged out loud.
He'd told Papa about it. Of course he did. As a smurfling he told him about every visit. Papa would sit with him on some nights, but eventually the elder wrote the incidents off as a strange nightmare. His spells showed no curse, no enchantment that could have done it and the bearded smurf had went so far as to place protection charms on the windows and door.
It still got in. It still didn't stop, but Papa didn't understand. Eventually Scaredy stopped telling him about it. At one point he was desperate enough to sneak into other smurfs houses to curl up beside their beds. That worked well enough (despite the complaints) until the thing happened to find him at Lazy's one evening.
It seemed to linger near the other smurf after it was done with him, like it was considering doing the same thing to poor Lazy. It horrified the frightened smurf and he stopped his uninvited slumber parties. It was also the only time the shadow had attacked him with another smurf in the room.
Scaredy shook as he slipped into his nightshirt and cap. Crossing the room to his bed he jumped when a floorboard creaked, darting so quickly to the bed that his candle nearly snuffed itself out. On the safety of the mattress, he placed the candle carefully into the wide holder meant to let one burn all the way down. He'd leave it burning for as long as it would burn.
He burrowed underneath his covers, trembling and hiding like a smurfling. He curled around an extra pillow with his back against the wall. He was one of the few smurfs that had his bed pushed up against a wall. It made him feel just a little safer... at least, it was instinctually defensive.
He stayed under the covers until fear of what might be happening without him watching made him poke his head out. Seeing the same old room, lit dimly in the light of the candle assuaged that fear.
He watched the room until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, drifting off to sleep curled against the wall.
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It was after midnight, the only smurf awake was Harmony; who was sitting in the watchtower. The trumpeter didn't notice the light dusting of powder float to hover over his head. His eyes drooped and his head nodded. He tried to fight it, brows furrowing in confusion when he couldn't.
Too late, he realized the danger and made an abortive attempt to blow his horn. The instrument made it to his lips but his head tipped back, rested on the chair, and he fell asleep. The tone-deaf smurf's hand fell limp to the side, still clutching the brass of his horn.
Below, a cloaked figure listened, waiting. Upon hearing the snores, a large sack of powder was produced from somewhere under the concealing robe. The being set to work, carefully sprinkling powder in an enormous circle around the village. It took over an hour to carefully pace the perimeter. Once done the circle thrummed to life, glowing with a bright blue-green hue for a moment before settling into an eerie glow.
Hurrying, the cloaked figure climbed to the tallest point, the roof of the south building. In the haste to climb, the hood blew back in the wind, revealing a smurf. The smurf had on a black smurf hat, but otherwise looked to be Papa Smurf's twin. Finishing the climb, the smurf pulled himself up onto the roof.
He pulled out a mirror and sprinkled more magic dust onto it, then held the item aloft. Part of the circle could be seen glowing in a pulsating manner as if responding to the magic in the mirror.
Finally ready, he began to chant:
Mirror, Mirror, in my hand
observe the inhabitants of this land;
Alter egos you'll now create
To come to life in my mark-ed place!
No longer kind will these fetchlings be,
But cruel and loving misery!
And while they live to cause smurfs grief
Loyal they'll be to me, their Great Chief!
Copy the buildings and in the morn
So shall the Evil Smurf Village be born!
The energy swelled, flowing upward from the mirror as the circle around the village created a shimmering dome of pale light. The magic of the spell began to swirl, flowing downward and touching everything within. In the smurf houses, smurfs twitched in their sleep as the energy washed over them (or in Scaredy's case jerked awake and terrified).
The magic flowed quickly inward once it reached the ground, coalescing into a ball. The orb then shot into the sky, streaking off to the northeast. The Papa clone grinned. This would be glorious.
The smurf quickly climbed back down, running off into the night beyond the veil.
He would finally have his revenge!