It was a year or so later. Smurfette's fuck sessions with Papa Smurf had continued almost every day, and this man raping her had reduced the once cheerful girl to a ghost of her past self. She now always looked tired and dejected.
One night, Papa Smurf went into Smurfette's room for another fuck session. As soon as he removed his trousers the girl vomited.
"Jesus, I haven't even started yet!" Papa Smurf said. "Is my cock really that wrinkled?"
"I-I don't feel so good," Smurfette moaned. She then ran to the bathroom and stuck her face in the toilet.
"You got food poisoning or something?" Papa Smurf asked.
"Y-Yeah, I think so," Smurfette moaned from the bathroom.
A few months later, Papa Smurf noticed something odd about Smurfette. She looked like she had gained some weight.
"How the fuck have you been gaining weight, kid?" Papa Smurf said. "I barely feed you!"
"I don't know." Smurfette replied, sullenly. "My stomach's been killing me,"
Papa Smurf remembered something. "Oh shit, I forgot! Have you had your period?"
Smurfette shook her head, a look of fright on her face. "I-I haven't."
"Oh fuck, oh God!" Papa Smurf cried, lifting up Smurfette's sweater and putting his hands on her stomach.
"Do you feel anything?" Smurfette asked.
"Oh yeah, you're pregnant all right," Papa Smurf said, staring at the younger girl's swollen abdomen.
"Please, take me to the doctor, someone," Smurfette begged.
"Like Hell I'm taking you to the doctor!" Papa Smurf shouted. "You think I want to get arrested? Dumb bitch!" He then slapped her square in the face. "Come with me." He then snatched Smurfette's hand and lead her upstairs.
"Stay here," Papa Smurf told her once they were in the attic. He then left the room and came back in a few seconds later, carrying a metal coat-hanger.
Smurfette's eyes widened. "W-What are you gonna do with that?"
"We're gonna do this the old-fashioned way," Papa Smurf said, taking off Smurfette's panties and putting a towel under her butt. He then tried spreading her legs but she squirmed.
"N-No, please don't!" Smurfette cried, eyeing the hanger with pure fright. "I won't tell them you did it! I swear! Please, just let the doctor do it!"
"We don't have time for that now," Papa Smurf replied. Smurfette started to hyperventilate but Papa Smurf smacked her in the head with all his might, leaving the young girl a bit dazed.
"All right, let's do this quickly," said the old man, spreading her legs as wide as he could manage. Her vagina hole had expanded a little since he had first fucked her over a year ago, and Papa Smurf smiled to himself.
"God, when I first fucked her. Those were some good times," he thought, nodding. He then snapped back to reality again, and then inserted the coat hanger in Smurfette's vagina. It wasn't easy to fit through, but he eventually got it.
Smurfette started to scream. "OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Her breathing was quick and rapid as she started to sob.
"Shut the fuck up so I can concentrate!" Papa Smurf screamed, maneuvering the metal object in her tight crevice before he felt something. He then started to pull it out. Attached to the hanger was a bloodied, slimy head. Smurfette only screamed harder, and Papa Smurf tried to ignore her continuous, piercing screams as he pulled out the rest of the body from Smurfette's vagina's hole, which stretched as the baby was still coming out.
Papa Smurf managed to get the whole baby out. It was small, bloody and slimy, its eyes still not fully opened, but it was crying. Blood was pouring from Smurfette's vagina, and her stomach was killing her, pain piercing through her lower bowels. Smurfette had almost fainted from the painful endeavor, and was moaning, until she heard the baby. She lifted her heavy head up and looked at the fetus. "M-My baby," she groaned while Papa Smurf severed the umbilical chord.
But seeing such a small, innocent infant in peril only made Papa Smurf extremely horny. He removed his pants and stared at his erection.
"Don't do it!" Smurfette cried. "Please don't! She's just a baby! She's my baby!"
"She's going to die anyway," Papa Smurf said. "Besides, it's probably, you know, weird or something."
He then slammed the infant onto his large, swollen erection. The baby was screaming in pure agony. Smurfette started to sob again, and started screaming too.
"Stop it!" She sobbed, but Papa Smurf continued to thrust the infant up and down rapidly onto his swollen cock. When he came, semen poured from all of the babies orifices, including its nostrils and mouth. Papa Smurf threw the infant on the ground.
Smurfette was quivering, tears pouring from her eyes. "Y-You raped my baby to death," she whispered.
"Yup!" Papa Smurf grinned. "Now I know what we're eating for dinner!" He then ripped skin from the baby's thigh with his teeth, then swallowed. "Mmmm, delicious!"