I Dream Of Smurfette (story)/Part 2

"And so my little Smurfs have been busy giving Smurfette so much attention that she didn't know what to smurf," Papa Smurf said. "Not that I would discourage them from smurfing her all that attention."

"This smurf understands, given that she is indeed the new Smurf in the village and that she is also a female Smurf," Empath said. "How did Smurfette handle being the center of so much attention?"

Papa Smurf chuckled. "She went to the only Smurf in the village who wasn't smurfing her all that attention -- namely myself. I told her that such things should be expected to happen, but that in time she will get so used to life in the Smurf Village and the others will get so used to her smurfing around that she will be able to smurf things without drawing too much attention unto herself."

"If only this smurf were around at the time that she first became part of the village, Papa Smurf, this smurf would have experienced this part of her life for myself," Empath said.

"I think those were the times you would have been better off smurfing in Psychelia until now, Empath," Papa Smurf said.

And as Empath continued to watch Papa Smurf's story unfold, he saw Smurfette sitting with Papa Smurf at the dinner table talking about her day in the Smurf Village, while Greedy and his kitchen staff continued to offer Smurfette something to make her dinnertime more pleasurable.

"Tracker has smurfed me these beautiful flowers out in the forest while we were smurfing back home from the farm that we brought the rooster back to, Papa Smurf, and I was just wondering about something," Smurfette said.

"What is it, Smurfette?" Papa Smurf asked.

"Well, I was noticing that the village seemed rather...plain, like it hasn't smurfed a woman's touch in years," Smurfette said. "I was just thinking of the idea of smurfing some little gardens here and there to make the village smurf more beautiful."

"That seems like a smurfy idea to me, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "Do you have any Smurf in mind who might help you with that task?"

"Well, let's see," Smurfette said as she was trying to think. "There's Vanity who has an interest in flowers, and there's Farmer who knows how to smurf with plants. You think they might be able to help?"

"You could always ask them yourself, Smurfette, though I doubt that they will smurf no to you," Papa Smurf said. "How soon do you want to get smurfing on the project?"

"I'm going to need to smurf back into the forest with Tracker to find some suitable flowers, so maybe in a day or two," Smurfette said.

"Just be careful when you smurf out into the forest, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "Since you're now a real Smurf, that means that you'll be in much danger of Gargamel as any other Smurf."

"I'm sure that I'll be safe as long as I have one of the male Smurfs with me, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said. "They're just so handsome to smurf at in their hats and pants that I could smurf at them all day."

Papa Smurf chuckled. "I can see that you're also feeling attracted to them, Smurfette. But please do remember that you are a single female and that you should smurf yourself for the one that you'd want to marry someday."

"What's marriage, Papa Smurf?" Smurfette asked.

"It's an eternal bond of love between a man and a woman who want to smurf together as a husband and wife, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "And usually marriages will lead to the smurfing of families when they have children of their own."

"Oh, that just sounds so beautiful, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said. "I would want to find the right Smurf to marry someday so I could smurf a family of my own."

"You have plenty of time for that, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said. "Just let yourself get used to your fellow Smurfs so that you can know them better and then you can decide for yourself which Smurf is right for you."

Smurfette looked at her fellow Smurfs all sitting at other parts of the dinner table. "There's just so many to choose from, Papa Smurf. But you're right...I should wait and get to know my fellow Smurfs better."

Near sundown, Smurfette had Papa Smurf escort her back to her house. "You sure that you don't want to smurf some time with your fellow Smurfs at Tapper's Tavern?" Papa Smurf asked.

"I'll be fine, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said. "Besides, I don't want to interrupt whatever it is that the boy Smurfs call having fun."

"Then it's probably for the best that you should smurf some rest before you get started on your new project, Smurfette," Papa Smurf said as they reached her door. "I'll smurf you again tomorrow morning."

"Have a good night, Papa Smurf," Smurfette said, kissing him on the cheek before she went into her house.

Papa Smurf smiled at the kiss, feeling himself get a little warm from the glow that it gave him. "Oh, if I were only 400 years younger." - Meanwhile, in Tapper's Tavern, the male Smurfs were enjoying an evening of drinking sarsaparilla ale, playing games, and talking to each other about the day.

"Hey, laddie, have you noticed how everyone in the village seems to be acting lately?" Duncan said to Tapper when he was sitting at the counter with his ale.

"Aye, the presence of a Smurfette seems to have lifted up the spirits among our fellows, Duncan," Tapper said. "Even I'm finding myself feeling like it's the first day of spring, when a young Smurf's fancy turns to thoughts of love."

"Everyone here is just smurfing over themselves to be the one who wants to smurf something for Smurfette, even if it's just something rather trivial," Duncan said. "And I for one just can't stop smurfing about the fine lass that has smurfed into my life."

"I had a feeling in my spirit that, whatever Gargamel had meant for evil, the Almighty has smurfed it for good," Tapper said.

"You think this Almighty of yours wanted Smurfette to be a real Smurf?" Duncan asked.

"The Almighty smurfs in mysterious ways, smurfing all sorts of wonders to behold," Tapper said. "If He knew that man would not be complete in his life without a suitable companion that He smurfed in the form of a woman, how much would He know how incomplete our lives would be as Smurfs without a suitable companion for any of us."

"But what would this Almighty want us to smurf with a 'suitable companion' like Smurfette, besides just loving her?" Duncan asked.

"When he created the first man and woman, He told them to smurf forth and multiply, to fill the earth and subdue it, Duncan," Tapper said. "I'm sure that the Almighty would not expect anything less than that command to be smurfed through us."

"Oh, how I wish to be the Smurf of her dreams so I could fulfill her desires and that of your Almighty's, laddie," Duncan said.

"I get the feeling that the desire will be very strong in each of us, my good Duncan," Tapper said. - "And so through the course of the night, my little Smurfs had a peaceful night's sleep, Empath," Papa Smurf said. "It was only by morning that something...rather unusual in their lives smurfed place."

As Empath watched, Duncan and Tuffy were waiting outside Hefty's door by morning while they were wearing their jogging clothes. "Hey, what's keeping Hefty to keep us waiting for him to smurf us?" Tuffy asked, sounding impatient.

"I do not know, laddie, but I smurfed somebody scream this morning, and I think the scream smurfed in this direction from his house," Duncan said. "In any case, something must have happened to the boy."

Soon enough, Hefty emerged from his house, also wearing his jogging clothes. "So, any of you ready for our morning jog? Because I'm ready!" he said, sounding very eager to get going.

Duncan sniffed the air around Hefty. "I'm smurfing something very different about you, Hefty."

"Oh yeah, Gutsy?" Hefty said. "How can you tell that there's something different about me?"

"I haven't the faintest idea how, laddie," Duncan said. "But I'm betting that it's something that happened to you last night that made you scream like a smurf this morning."

"And you sure that it was even me that screamed this morning?" Hefty asked, sounding like he was trying to hide something.

"Hey, are we going to get ourselves jogging or not?" Tuffy asked, sounding like he didn't want to stand around and argue about what happened to Hefty.

"Might as well, because I'm not going to smurf anything else until we get this finished," Hefty said as he started to jog.

Duncan sighed. "I just know that something happened to Hefty, Tuffy. But if he's not going to tell us what, I'm not going to smurf him until he does tell us."

"Maybe Hefty isn't as tough as he usually smurfs that he is, Duncan," Tuffy said as they followed behind Hefty. "By the way, what was it that you smelled of Hefty that smurfed to be different?"

"If only I knew the answer, Tuffy, I would be telling you," Duncan said. - "And so Hefty tried to smurf through his day doing his everyday tasks without so much as telling anybody what he had experienced, Empath," Papa Smurf said. "But some Smurfs did notice something about Hefty that did seem different, if it wasn't for what Duncan had smelled of him."

"That's surprising, that Duncan was able to pick up something about Hefty just from what he smelled of him that morning, Papa Smurf," Empath said.

"That's just something about the McSmurfs that I could never full explain, Empath," Papa Smurf said. "Anyway, Hefty decided to finally come and see me about the experience that somehow made him smurf so different among his fellow Smurfs, as if he smurfed something wrong and shameful."

As Empath watched, Papa Smurf was busy cleaning up his laboratory when he heard a knock on his door. He answered it and saw that it was Hefty. "Uh, Papa Smurf, can I smurf to you privately about something?" he asked in a low voice.

"You seem to be worried about something, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "Is everything all right?"

"I thought everything was all right...but there's just something I need to smurf to you about that I don't feel like smurfing with anybody else," Hefty said.

Papa Smurf sighed as he allowed Hefty entry into his laboratory and closed the door. "What is it that you smurfed that you made you feel so shameful about yourself?" Papa Smurf asked.

"Well, you see, Papa Smurf," Hefty began, "last night when I was sleeping, I was just having this dream about Smurfette...that it was just her and I together...and we were kissing each other..."

"That doesn't seem to be too bad, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "What else happened in your dream?"

Hefty gulped, as the next part seemed difficult for him to say. "Things in the dream got a little too...pleasurable, Papa Smurf. I just couldn't smurf my hands off her, and she couldn't smurf her hands off me. The next thing I knew, we were both smurfing without our clothes and..."

"I think I have a good idea what else has happened, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "You woke up from your dream and realized you had a physical reaction to it."

"Uh, yeah, Papa Smurf, that's exactly what happened," Hefty said. "But how do you know that is what has happened?"

"It's just what every Smurf your age goes through, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "It's called the Smurfette dream. It's only showing that you're becoming old enough to be a Papa Smurf...when you finally decide on the Smurfette that you're going to marry, that is."

"That's what it is?" Hefty asked. "Then why do I feel so shameful about smurfing this, as if I smurfed something wrong to Smurfette?"

"You're only feeling that way because you think you have smurfed this to her when you really didn't, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "Mother Nature smurfs every creature with the desire to mate with another creature of the opposite sex, which is how families are created. With creatures like us, however, we cannot escape the feeling of guilt because we are creatures of reasoning, that we desire to know who we wish to become mates with before we engage in actually mating."

"Then how do we control these feelings we have for Smurfette so that we don't smurf anything to hurt her like that, Papa Smurf?" Hefty asked.

"You have to remember that you're the one who's in control of these desires, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "The urge of wanting to mate is very strong, so you'll have to resolve that you won't let these desires smurf control of you if you truly love Smurfette and you don't want to hurt her."

"I understand, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "By the way, that part in the dream where Smurfette and I smurf our hands under each other's hats...what's that all about?"

"That's just a ritual that Smurfs and Smurfettes engage in when they want to smurf close to each other in the manner you have described from your dream, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "A male Smurf's head is extremely sensitive to a female Smurf's touch, because it can smurf you to the point of being stimulated physically."

"Really?" Hefty asked. He tried running his hand under his own hat to feel his bald head. "Funny, because I don't feel myself getting physically stimulated when I touch it."

Papa Smurf chuckled. "That's simply how Mother Nature had created you and all male Smurfs, Hefty. It's also the reason that you and the other Smurfs should be careful in how you let Smurfette touch you, because she may not know that it's physically stimulating and even pleasurable to you."

"Wow, that's certainly something I have never expected to find out about, Papa Smurf," Hefty said. "I'm sure glad that you know about these things, and that it's just part of me being a male Smurf."

"That's part of being a Papa Smurf, Hefty, so that when you're old enough to smurf children of your own, that they will not be ashamed to know that this is part of who and what they are as Smurfs," Papa Smurf said.

"Well, I'm certainly going to have a talk with Smurfette, to see that I won't smurf anything to her that would make her so upset," Hefty said as he was heading for the door. "Thanks for letting me smurf with you, Papa Smurf."

"Anytime, Hefty," Papa Smurf said, watching Hefty leave the laboratory with a more relieved look on his face.