Part 15 (Final Part): Revealing It All (Public Lewdness and Indecent Exposure)
(Author) Story, this is the end. Will you be silent this last part? If you do, I promise to give you a lengthy break before I bring you back for the sequel.
(Story) Whoa whoa whoa, who the hell said I'd be here for the sequel?
(Author) It's in your contract.
(Story) The hell it is.
(Author) You didn't read the fine print written in reappearing ink did you? Tsk tsk, sorry, you're stuck with me through the next sequel. And should I do one after that, you're stuck for it too. But lucky for you, anything else I write you're free from.
(Story) What the hell? I'm calling my lawyers, Dewey, Scruem and Howell. I'm getting out of this. You don't have to worry about me being silent, I'll be with my lawyers. *Story leaves to consult her lawyers*
(Author) Hrm, haven't see a woman run to a lawyer that fast since the last time I asked a girl on a date…
It was five days since the stripping. Most of the people had been gathering and speaking, except for Alex and Isabel who were doing naughty things that the Author won't be writing in this story, but will be imaging, in detail, later when he's alone. To be blunt, everyone had seemingly gotten some and Alex and Isabel were still going at it like rab…
(Author) NO RABBITS.
(Story) Don't mess with me you pillock.
(Author) You said you'd be with the lawyers.
(Story) I am, I just wanted to screw with your mind before they screw you.
(Author) We really should date, I mean, who needs affection when I…
(Story) *interrupting* "Have blind hatred". Yes yes, I've watched "10 Things I Hate About You" too, sheesh. Get over it and get some original lines.
(Author) Hrm, I like you. I must be a masochist. Or is it sadist, I get those confused.
(Story) You get those confused? Oh, I'd love to see you make that mistake in a club.
(Author) Go talk to your lawyers, I have work to do.
(Story) Bite me.
(Author) Alr…
(Story) *interrupting* NOT LITTERALLY. Pervert.
(Author) *under his breath* You need anger management… or Midol…
ANYWAY, everyone was pretty well glowing and slightly tired. Except Spike, who seemed a tad bit angry and defensive. This was the first night out for Alex and Isabel after their marathon … anyway, so everyone had gathered at Michael's, since, it's the new hot spot for Roswell. He was planning on charging admission.
Kyle, showing some intelligence since all his testosterone had been *ahem* beaten into submission, asked the brooding vampire this simple little question. "Spike man, what's wrong. You left with a chick. Didn't you get some?"
Okay, I take it back about him asking a question with some intelligence. Especially since Tess blushed, as did the other ladies. She also elbowed Kyle in the ribs, but, didn't phase him much.
"I don't want to talk about it." Was Spikes' growled reply. It firmly encouraged everyone to let the subject drop. So he thought.
"What man, couldn't get it up or something?" Came Michael's jokingly asked question. Which was answered by a bottle being thrown at his head. "Damn, you couldn't get it up?" Michael rephrases sympathetically, as he started picking glass from his hair.
"It's not bloody well that. I'm not completely neutered. It's just, we got there and we were going to… well, I just kept thinking of that damn Slayer and I just couldn't do it." Spike said, slamming his head against a wall.
However, Spike did the thing women love. He unconsciously showed love to a woman. So, of course, the ladies in Michael's apartment all cooed, went "Awwww" and went and hugged Spike and told him how great he was, what a wonderful man he was and how they were sure the Slayer must love him for being like that.
Spike, being male, loved the attention, though kept them from noticing since they would quickly turn on him and violently mutilate him, as women do. He just smiled and thanked them, then smirked at their boyfriends while they couldn't see.
So after the Spike love fest, they all returned to their places in the room, what those places are don't have any bearing to this story, so, just put them where you want them. Especially if you want to imagine Isabel in her bra playing foosball like in "100 Girls", but that's probably just your Author who likes that.
"Hate to bother you all, but has anyone noticed anything odd happening lately?" Max said, as he had Liz sitting on his lap. They were, well, it's rather gross and since no one really likes that couple anymore, we just won't go into details on how she was wiggling her butt on his… Yeah, um, anyway.
"Like what?" Maria asked, as she and Michael were… Okay, you know what, just imagine them all having this conversation during an orgy. It's too annoying to point out who is where and doing what.
"It's just little things being moved or misplaced. And I keep feeling like I'm being watched." Max said, as he and Liz performed some moves from the Kama Sutra. WHAT? Fine fine, no more orgy, sheesh. Y'all are just no fun.
"Oh, that'd be the Smurfs probably. They've been stalking us for a bit." Spike said as he sucked on a fag. Okay, I outright dare anyone to comment here. I just dare you.
"Come on Spike, you're kidding right?" Came Alex's reply.
"Nope, they've been with us for awhile actually. Hell, there's one over there by the Snapple bottles." Spike said as he took another drag. When he said that, everyone ripped their heads around, and sure enough, there was a Smurf suddenly looking like a deer in the headlights of a truck driver who liked venison.
"Holy ****." Was the general consensus.
The poor little blue Smurf tried to run away, but Spike grabbed him and held him for all to see. Then spoke to the little guy. "Go get your leader and tell him to come here. Okay? If you don't I'll track you down and have a Smurf slurpee."
"Ew." Replaced "Holy ****" as the new general consensus.
"What's the big whoop? I told you guys that Smurfs were real before. Back when I was telling you about Dru and how we had such fun as vamps." Spike said looking oddly at the guys.
"What?" Max started, "You never told us Smurfs were real. You said they were stalking us but I thought it was just a joke."
"Hrm, musta told you in an interlude about the Smurfs being real." Spike said, then scratched his head and shrugged. "Don't matter, they're real. Can be a bit annoying, always singing and whatnot. But they can be a bit fun."
"Interlude?" Michael asked at the same time Maria asked "Vampire?"
"Nevermind the interlude, don't matter. And yeah, you chits didn't know I was a vamp? Your boyfriends forget to clue you in?" Spike smirked, oh, this would be fun too.
"Um," Alex stared. "See, it never really came up. And, well, you won't hurt us so we just didn't bother."
"You're kidding right, vampires don't exist." Was Isabel's reply.
"Right ducks, and neither do you aliens?" Came from Spike. Isabel and Tess's eyes turned angry and the glared at the guys.
"He knows?" came a voice of evil timbre from Tess.
"Um, he figured it out on his own. Him being a vampire and all." Max said, trying to back away.
"There are no such things as vampires. So you let some crazy man in on our secret? You idiots." And with that, all the guys were hit.
Spike, bored with the arguing, shifted into game face and quieted the girls by scaring them, which benefited the guys since they all latched on to them for protection. "There ya go, proof." Spike said. "And I think the head Smurf is here now."
With that, a Smurf that looked just like Papa Smurf from the cartoons climbed up onto the table and waved to everyone. He received gasps. "Greetings Beings, I'm Papa Smurf. I see you found out about our watching you. I apologize for that but it was necessary."
"But but but why?" Max asked.
"Oh, that's a story to be told. So just listen." Papa Smurf said, and then began to weave his tail.
*FLASHBACK ALERT*
Years back the Smurfs had been smurfing a war for survival; we were having trouble with beings on this planet who wished us gone. It was hard fought, and our numbers were dwindling. We had long since lost many females, and the other methods of which we reproduce. So it was thought we should smurf a new kind of Smurf. A Smurf who would be our Prince and savior, a Smurf, not of Smurf, but from Smurf.
So it came about we smurfed a path similar to those of Changelings. We smurfed a Smurf Prince through our magick, and placed him in a human home for them to raise. Sadly, the Smurf who placed him with his family was Alcoholic Smurf, and he couldn't remember where he left the child. So we searched for he who we smurfed to be our Savior. During this time, we got help from another race, some aliens, in our battle. They helped us, and in turn we went into war for them. So we smurfed our peace. But we still came to get our lost Smurf.
*END FLASHBACK*
"That lost Smurf is in this room." Papa Smurf said, as he looked at those gathered around him.
"Who is it, who is it?" Maria said rather anxiously, this was so cool.
"He is the only Smurf to have a real name, not a description. And his name is Alex." Papa Smurf said, as he looked at Alex. The Heir to all of Smurfadom.
Everyone stopped breathing and thinking, everyone was shocked. It was amazing. It was so unreal. It was a stupid fanfic gimmick, but kinda fun anyway.
"So, what you're smurfing is that I'm actually a Smurf Prince?" Alex asked he who, well, might be his sort of real father. He hadn't had a father since that little chainsaw incident when he was 13.
"Yes, you are. You're even smurfing our language now. We're all quite proud of what you've smurfed. You've smurfed quite well." Papa Smurf said.
"Thank you, but, what do I have to do as Prince?" Alex asked, being sure to try and not use "Smurf" in his sentence and wondering if his friends would ever snap out of their catatonia. Spike seemed to be fine though, smirking at everything.
"You don't have to smurf anything really. We just wanted you to know your heritage, if you wish you could rule us. We have our own planet now, but we couldn't smurf it with a Smurf lost to us." Spoke Papa Smurf.
"That's so cool." Alex said smiling, just realizing that he was a Prince and he was dating a Princess. Now, that was cool.
Finally, Michael seemed to have snapped back to reality. "Wait, you have a world? Maybe you could get use to our homeworld. Can you get use to Antar?"
Papa Smurf suddenly frowned, and began again. "So you four, who are not like the others. You are Anatarian? This is most saddening."
"Why?" Max asked, also coming out of the shock, as had the others.
"You are the last of the Antarians, your race is completely gone except for you." Papa Smurf said.
There was stunned silence.
"I shall tell you what happened, and how deeply sorry we are for your loss." Papa Smurf said.
*FLASHBACK ALERT*
The allies we had, who we smurfed with against an enemy. It was the Antarians. They were a kind people to us Smurfs, and we smurfed well together. Though the battle was not easy, we smurfed the Skins mere months ago. The world of Anatar was in peace, and the neighboring worlds in it's protectorate all rejoiced. All of the evil was gone.
There was a grand celebration, we Smurfs were there to smurf our song of joy. It was to be one of the highlights of the festival. None of the Antarians had heard us smurf before, so we were all glad to do so. But we did not understand Antarian physiology. We began our joyous "Lalalalalala" song, and when it was smurfed, all of the Antarians were dead. Our smurfing had been broadcast worldwide, live. Their brains, not being human as are yours' now, could not smurf the resonance. Their brains, quite simply, exploded. The other races in the protectorate where smurfed, but understood it was merely an accident. With understanding they smurfed that we could use the world, and smurfed us the tools with which we could repopulate. They smurfed that there were still the Royal Four Anatarians, and that they could carry on the legacy.
*END FLASHBACK*
"I am truly sorry for your losses." Papa Smurf said to the somewhat saddened crowd.
Maria let out a loud "WHOOP", which earned her some glares. "What? Now Spaceboy can't leave me, so **** you all. He's mine."
The others, realizing they were basically home, and loved, with families, all shrugged off the death of the rest of their species and smiled. Because this is a fanfic and we need a happy ending.
Tess smiled too, loudly said "**** DESTINY!!!" and started mauling her boyfriend, as did the other women.
Spike, having been silent, decided to speak now before everyone began fornicating openly. "Hey PS, how did you find young Alex anyway?"
"A woman with a log told us, she said he had many adventures ahead of him and told us where to begin our search." Papa Smurf said.
"Odd." Spike said.
Alex broke away from being kissed to death to ask Papa Smurf something he wondered. "Papa Smurf, is there anything I need to do for our people?"
"Just have fun and reproduce. Keep on the smurfing ways." Papa Smurf said.
With a look toward Isabel, Alex smiled and nodded. "I don't think that will be a problem. I'll get started as soon as I can."
"Which won't be soon buster." Isabel said, giving him a look that basically said "Try anything, and I'll see that your balls end up as blue as their's."
With that, pretty much an orgy started. Spike got rather pissed that he couldn't get involved, so he went back to Sunnydale to see about shagging the Slayer.
(Author) Story, this is the end. Will you be silent this last part? If you do, I promise to give you a lengthy break before I bring you back for the sequel.
(Story) Whoa whoa whoa, who the hell said I'd be here for the sequel?
(Author) It's in your contract.
(Story) The hell it is.
(Author) You didn't read the fine print written in reappearing ink did you? Tsk tsk, sorry, you're stuck with me through the next sequel. And should I do one after that, you're stuck for it too. But lucky for you, anything else I write you're free from.
(Story) What the hell? I'm calling my lawyers, Dewey, Scruem and Howell. I'm getting out of this. You don't have to worry about me being silent, I'll be with my lawyers. *Story leaves to consult her lawyers*
(Author) Hrm, haven't see a woman run to a lawyer that fast since the last time I asked a girl on a date…
It was five days since the stripping. Most of the people had been gathering and speaking, except for Alex and Isabel who were doing naughty things that the Author won't be writing in this story, but will be imaging, in detail, later when he's alone. To be blunt, everyone had seemingly gotten some and Alex and Isabel were still going at it like rab…
(Author) NO RABBITS.
(Story) Don't mess with me you pillock.
(Author) You said you'd be with the lawyers.
(Story) I am, I just wanted to screw with your mind before they screw you.
(Author) We really should date, I mean, who needs affection when I…
(Story) *interrupting* "Have blind hatred". Yes yes, I've watched "10 Things I Hate About You" too, sheesh. Get over it and get some original lines.
(Author) Hrm, I like you. I must be a masochist. Or is it sadist, I get those confused.
(Story) You get those confused? Oh, I'd love to see you make that mistake in a club.
(Author) Go talk to your lawyers, I have work to do.
(Story) Bite me.
(Author) Alr…
(Story) *interrupting* NOT LITTERALLY. Pervert.
(Author) *under his breath* You need anger management… or Midol…
ANYWAY, everyone was pretty well glowing and slightly tired. Except Spike, who seemed a tad bit angry and defensive. This was the first night out for Alex and Isabel after their marathon … anyway, so everyone had gathered at Michael's, since, it's the new hot spot for Roswell. He was planning on charging admission.
Kyle, showing some intelligence since all his testosterone had been *ahem* beaten into submission, asked the brooding vampire this simple little question. "Spike man, what's wrong. You left with a chick. Didn't you get some?"
Okay, I take it back about him asking a question with some intelligence. Especially since Tess blushed, as did the other ladies. She also elbowed Kyle in the ribs, but, didn't phase him much.
"I don't want to talk about it." Was Spikes' growled reply. It firmly encouraged everyone to let the subject drop. So he thought.
"What man, couldn't get it up or something?" Came Michael's jokingly asked question. Which was answered by a bottle being thrown at his head. "Damn, you couldn't get it up?" Michael rephrases sympathetically, as he started picking glass from his hair.
"It's not bloody well that. I'm not completely neutered. It's just, we got there and we were going to… well, I just kept thinking of that damn Slayer and I just couldn't do it." Spike said, slamming his head against a wall.
However, Spike did the thing women love. He unconsciously showed love to a woman. So, of course, the ladies in Michael's apartment all cooed, went "Awwww" and went and hugged Spike and told him how great he was, what a wonderful man he was and how they were sure the Slayer must love him for being like that.
Spike, being male, loved the attention, though kept them from noticing since they would quickly turn on him and violently mutilate him, as women do. He just smiled and thanked them, then smirked at their boyfriends while they couldn't see.
So after the Spike love fest, they all returned to their places in the room, what those places are don't have any bearing to this story, so, just put them where you want them. Especially if you want to imagine Isabel in her bra playing foosball like in "100 Girls", but that's probably just your Author who likes that.
"Hate to bother you all, but has anyone noticed anything odd happening lately?" Max said, as he had Liz sitting on his lap. They were, well, it's rather gross and since no one really likes that couple anymore, we just won't go into details on how she was wiggling her butt on his… Yeah, um, anyway.
"Like what?" Maria asked, as she and Michael were… Okay, you know what, just imagine them all having this conversation during an orgy. It's too annoying to point out who is where and doing what.
"It's just little things being moved or misplaced. And I keep feeling like I'm being watched." Max said, as he and Liz performed some moves from the Kama Sutra. WHAT? Fine fine, no more orgy, sheesh. Y'all are just no fun.
"Oh, that'd be the Smurfs probably. They've been stalking us for a bit." Spike said as he sucked on a fag. Okay, I outright dare anyone to comment here. I just dare you.
"Come on Spike, you're kidding right?" Came Alex's reply.
"Nope, they've been with us for awhile actually. Hell, there's one over there by the Snapple bottles." Spike said as he took another drag. When he said that, everyone ripped their heads around, and sure enough, there was a Smurf suddenly looking like a deer in the headlights of a truck driver who liked venison.
"Holy ****." Was the general consensus.
The poor little blue Smurf tried to run away, but Spike grabbed him and held him for all to see. Then spoke to the little guy. "Go get your leader and tell him to come here. Okay? If you don't I'll track you down and have a Smurf slurpee."
"Ew." Replaced "Holy ****" as the new general consensus.
"What's the big whoop? I told you guys that Smurfs were real before. Back when I was telling you about Dru and how we had such fun as vamps." Spike said looking oddly at the guys.
"What?" Max started, "You never told us Smurfs were real. You said they were stalking us but I thought it was just a joke."
"Hrm, musta told you in an interlude about the Smurfs being real." Spike said, then scratched his head and shrugged. "Don't matter, they're real. Can be a bit annoying, always singing and whatnot. But they can be a bit fun."
"Interlude?" Michael asked at the same time Maria asked "Vampire?"
"Nevermind the interlude, don't matter. And yeah, you chits didn't know I was a vamp? Your boyfriends forget to clue you in?" Spike smirked, oh, this would be fun too.
"Um," Alex stared. "See, it never really came up. And, well, you won't hurt us so we just didn't bother."
"You're kidding right, vampires don't exist." Was Isabel's reply.
"Right ducks, and neither do you aliens?" Came from Spike. Isabel and Tess's eyes turned angry and the glared at the guys.
"He knows?" came a voice of evil timbre from Tess.
"Um, he figured it out on his own. Him being a vampire and all." Max said, trying to back away.
"There are no such things as vampires. So you let some crazy man in on our secret? You idiots." And with that, all the guys were hit.
Spike, bored with the arguing, shifted into game face and quieted the girls by scaring them, which benefited the guys since they all latched on to them for protection. "There ya go, proof." Spike said. "And I think the head Smurf is here now."
With that, a Smurf that looked just like Papa Smurf from the cartoons climbed up onto the table and waved to everyone. He received gasps. "Greetings Beings, I'm Papa Smurf. I see you found out about our watching you. I apologize for that but it was necessary."
"But but but why?" Max asked.
"Oh, that's a story to be told. So just listen." Papa Smurf said, and then began to weave his tail.
*FLASHBACK ALERT*
Years back the Smurfs had been smurfing a war for survival; we were having trouble with beings on this planet who wished us gone. It was hard fought, and our numbers were dwindling. We had long since lost many females, and the other methods of which we reproduce. So it was thought we should smurf a new kind of Smurf. A Smurf who would be our Prince and savior, a Smurf, not of Smurf, but from Smurf.
So it came about we smurfed a path similar to those of Changelings. We smurfed a Smurf Prince through our magick, and placed him in a human home for them to raise. Sadly, the Smurf who placed him with his family was Alcoholic Smurf, and he couldn't remember where he left the child. So we searched for he who we smurfed to be our Savior. During this time, we got help from another race, some aliens, in our battle. They helped us, and in turn we went into war for them. So we smurfed our peace. But we still came to get our lost Smurf.
*END FLASHBACK*
"That lost Smurf is in this room." Papa Smurf said, as he looked at those gathered around him.
"Who is it, who is it?" Maria said rather anxiously, this was so cool.
"He is the only Smurf to have a real name, not a description. And his name is Alex." Papa Smurf said, as he looked at Alex. The Heir to all of Smurfadom.
Everyone stopped breathing and thinking, everyone was shocked. It was amazing. It was so unreal. It was a stupid fanfic gimmick, but kinda fun anyway.
"So, what you're smurfing is that I'm actually a Smurf Prince?" Alex asked he who, well, might be his sort of real father. He hadn't had a father since that little chainsaw incident when he was 13.
"Yes, you are. You're even smurfing our language now. We're all quite proud of what you've smurfed. You've smurfed quite well." Papa Smurf said.
"Thank you, but, what do I have to do as Prince?" Alex asked, being sure to try and not use "Smurf" in his sentence and wondering if his friends would ever snap out of their catatonia. Spike seemed to be fine though, smirking at everything.
"You don't have to smurf anything really. We just wanted you to know your heritage, if you wish you could rule us. We have our own planet now, but we couldn't smurf it with a Smurf lost to us." Spoke Papa Smurf.
"That's so cool." Alex said smiling, just realizing that he was a Prince and he was dating a Princess. Now, that was cool.
Finally, Michael seemed to have snapped back to reality. "Wait, you have a world? Maybe you could get use to our homeworld. Can you get use to Antar?"
Papa Smurf suddenly frowned, and began again. "So you four, who are not like the others. You are Anatarian? This is most saddening."
"Why?" Max asked, also coming out of the shock, as had the others.
"You are the last of the Antarians, your race is completely gone except for you." Papa Smurf said.
There was stunned silence.
"I shall tell you what happened, and how deeply sorry we are for your loss." Papa Smurf said.
*FLASHBACK ALERT*
The allies we had, who we smurfed with against an enemy. It was the Antarians. They were a kind people to us Smurfs, and we smurfed well together. Though the battle was not easy, we smurfed the Skins mere months ago. The world of Anatar was in peace, and the neighboring worlds in it's protectorate all rejoiced. All of the evil was gone.
There was a grand celebration, we Smurfs were there to smurf our song of joy. It was to be one of the highlights of the festival. None of the Antarians had heard us smurf before, so we were all glad to do so. But we did not understand Antarian physiology. We began our joyous "Lalalalalala" song, and when it was smurfed, all of the Antarians were dead. Our smurfing had been broadcast worldwide, live. Their brains, not being human as are yours' now, could not smurf the resonance. Their brains, quite simply, exploded. The other races in the protectorate where smurfed, but understood it was merely an accident. With understanding they smurfed that we could use the world, and smurfed us the tools with which we could repopulate. They smurfed that there were still the Royal Four Anatarians, and that they could carry on the legacy.
*END FLASHBACK*
"I am truly sorry for your losses." Papa Smurf said to the somewhat saddened crowd.
Maria let out a loud "WHOOP", which earned her some glares. "What? Now Spaceboy can't leave me, so **** you all. He's mine."
The others, realizing they were basically home, and loved, with families, all shrugged off the death of the rest of their species and smiled. Because this is a fanfic and we need a happy ending.
Tess smiled too, loudly said "**** DESTINY!!!" and started mauling her boyfriend, as did the other women.
Spike, having been silent, decided to speak now before everyone began fornicating openly. "Hey PS, how did you find young Alex anyway?"
"A woman with a log told us, she said he had many adventures ahead of him and told us where to begin our search." Papa Smurf said.
"Odd." Spike said.
Alex broke away from being kissed to death to ask Papa Smurf something he wondered. "Papa Smurf, is there anything I need to do for our people?"
"Just have fun and reproduce. Keep on the smurfing ways." Papa Smurf said.
With a look toward Isabel, Alex smiled and nodded. "I don't think that will be a problem. I'll get started as soon as I can."
"Which won't be soon buster." Isabel said, giving him a look that basically said "Try anything, and I'll see that your balls end up as blue as their's."
With that, pretty much an orgy started. Spike got rather pissed that he couldn't get involved, so he went back to Sunnydale to see about shagging the Slayer.