Private Dancing

"Private Dancing" is a mini-story that is part of the EMPATH: The Luckiest Smurf story series.

The Story
One night about some years before Empath's final return from Psychelia, Smurfette was sitting by herself at the counter of Tapper's Tavern, enjoying her drink order before she turned in for the night.

Tapper noticed Smurfette's expression as he served his customers that night. "My dear Smurfette, is everything all right with you on this evening?" he asked.

"I'm all right, Tapper," Smurfette answered. "It's just that I'm getting used to the things that my fellow Smurfs do in private when they are by themselves, that's all."

"Which private things are you talking about, if I may be so bold to ask?" Tapper asked.

"Well, I'm aware that most of the male Smurfs are attracted to me, and they desire to be married to me, and they need some way to deal with their desires so that they don't smurf anything to harm me," Smurfette said.

"We're all creatures of fleshly passions, Smurfette," Tapper said. "Even I would have to admit that of myself, lest I smurf the false impression that I'm somehow greater than my fellow Smurfs in areas that are common to most Smurfs my age."

"Well, why is it that when they're by themselves in their houses at night that I hear music smurfing from their houses, and it's that same song over and over?" Smurfette asked.

"You mean that song that goes 'dancing with myself, dancing with myself'?" Tapper asked.

"You're aware of that song too?" Smurfette asked, sounding surprised.

"I constantly hear that song myself when I am sleeping and I am wondering if that Smurf is smurfing a party with other Smurfs that is not appropriate for a Smurf to hold in the middle of the night, only to find out that it's just them smurfing by themselves with their own private rituals," Tapper said.

"But you don't smurf that song when you...uh, smurf that...private moment with yourself?" Smurfette asked, sounding a bit uncomfortable to ask the question.

"I usually focus my attention on the Almighty in those moments when the desire to be with you oversmurfs me, and I smurf songs of praise unto Him for the wonderful things that He alone smurfs when I need to...uh, satisfy those urges without harming you, Smurfette," Tapper said.

"That's rather interesting to smurf from you, Tapper," Smurfette asked. "It's very brave of you to even mention this to me."

"The Almighty's Son, when He smurfed to mankind about how they were to deal with lustful desires, said that if your eye smurfs you into sin, you should smurf it out and cast it away from you, for it is better than one of your members should perish and not for your whole body to be smurfed into Gehenna," Tapper said. "He also smurfed the same thing for when your hand or foot smurfs you into sin."

"That sounds very extreme smurfing from Him, Tapper," Smurfette said.

"The point of it smurfs to what Paul the apostle said to the Romans, Smurfette, that the flesh with its desires should be crucified, smurfed to death, so that God's Spirit can live in each one of us, so that we will not sin against the Almighty by smurfing what the flesh desires," Tapper said. "Each one of us is responsible for what we smurf with these fleshly vessels that the Almighty has smurfed us with, because they are temples for the Almighty, and He cannot dwell in vessels that are not fully smurfed unto Him for His use and purpose."

To be expanded on.