***Extra Warning for Dark Days*** All the cloned smurfs here are twisted by the spell that created them. As such, I'll be exploring darker subjects. As always, I'll issue general warnings at the start of each chapter.
Warning: Character Death, violence, explicit sex (m/f), bondage
Smurfs Forever Side Series: Dark Days 02
Azrael walked into Chief’s house as though she had every right to be there. Confident that Nightshade was keeping the Grey leader occupied, she crossed the room and grabbed the lid of the trunk where she saw their chieftain store the mirror. It was locked.
“Great.” The redhead groused. It wasn't like she knew how to pick locks. The clone looked around while she tried to think of a way to open the wooden chest. Glass containers of different kinds and contents, wooden furniture, and books.
She browsed the labels in the waning evening light. Maybe she could find some kind of acid or melting potion. Dragon Bile read one teardrop shaped bottle. She grabbed it and pulled out the stopper. A few test drops sizzled on the metal.
She kept dripping the caustic liquid on the area of the lock until she could lift up the lid. It was only after she saw the eaten lock that she thought about the damage attracting attention. The feline clone grunted in annoyance. At least the mirror was in there. She replaced the stopper in the bottle while thinking.
Spotting a brown cloak beside the black one gave her her answer. She pulled the cloth from it's hook and folded it. She pulled the mirror out and closed the lid before she put the folded cloak over the trunk.
With a satisfied smirk, the redhead headed to the door.
It opened before she could touch the handle. Chief looked at her in surprise. She quickly angled her body to hide the pilfered mirror.
The Papa clone narrowed his eyes. “Just what are you doing with that?”
She grinned as though she hadn't been caught. “Borrowing it.”
He looked at her flatly. “No.” Then he raised a brow. “And why are you borrowing it, exactly?”
The redhead couldn't talk around a direct question. She cringed as she ground out, “Trying to find the one we accidentally hit with the True Blue spell.”
Chief’s face went slack from shock. The the smurf began to sputter as he processed the information. “Tru- we- who- WHAT?!”
He glared at her when he settled down. “Tell me what happened. Everything.”
The smurfette took a deep breath. “Somehow Nightshade and Brawny figured out we’re magic made and gathered up the stuff for the spell with Stalker and me. We thought we were far away enough, but there was an extra orb that hit somebody here. So now we need to find out who.”
Chief pinched the spot right between his eyes. “So that's why she was asking so many stupid questions. What to do…”
Azrael held up the mirror. “Damage control?”
The elder snatched the item from her hands. “Get those other three and bring them here now!”
The redhead bolted out of the door.
The black clad smurf absently traced a finger around the brass frame. There wasn't much he could do to the real ones unless he ordered them to kill themselves. But they were useful. He would have to check all of the village just to be sure. It wouldn't do to have the whole village turn themselves into real smurfs. But telling them about their temporary existence might affect their performance.
Chief started to pace. While it took up more time, this wasn't something he trusted anyone else to do. It would have to be him that questioned the clones. One at a time would keep them from finding anything out too.
“Stupid free will.” The leader grumbled. It might take days to get all of them seen! He scowled as the door opened again and the four troublemakers returned.
“When I said to make yourselves useful this is not what I meant.” The black clad smurf growled, pointing at them accusingly. “So now I have to call a meeting and have everyone come to me to be checked! None of you are allowed to do that spell again! Or even speak of it!”
“Chief.” Stalker began, standing straighter when the leader looked at him. “There were six possibilities nearest the wall. It's likely Wrangler, Warrior, Fix, Pensive, Gumbo, or Maddy.”
The Grey chieftain crossed his arms. “I'll check them first then. But if you lot did this, then others might have done it too. Or may later. So I'm looking at everyone.”
“So are we starting now?” Azreal asked.
Chief rubbed at his brow. “No. Not tonight. It's too late. Tomorrow.”
The elder male took a breath to speak again. The door slammed open. Pensive looked at the room for three breaths. “Sorry to interrupt, but Frightened has been smurfed.”
“Killed! He’s been killed! Stop using that stupid word!” The black clad smurf bellowed. “Smurf this and smurf that. I didn't like hearing it -understanding it- before I made you twits and I hate it even more now!”
Nightshade looked worriedly at Pensive. Their leader was shaking with barely checked rage. “How was he…” She paused to restart her sentence. “How was he killed?”
“The same way the others were.” The thoughtful clone shook his head. “Spices. S… signs of a struggle.”
Chief paced back and forth. His footfalls were heavy. It was one thing after another with these clones! He had half a mind to cancel the spell so he only had to deal with the live ones. But that wouldn't net him the smurf village. He stopped and barked, “Call a meeting!”
All of the clones present hustled from the house. He sat the mirror carefully down on the table. Before the black clad smurf could close his door, a horn blared loud and off key. He’d question the lot of them again about the new missing ones. The bearded male nodded to himself. He’d also ask those six to meet with him privately.
He strolled to the courtyard around the well. Clones hurried around him, though most came from the direction of the fighting pit. Taking his place on the top of a wide mushroom he waited for the roll caller to approach him. The crowd seemed to have gathered before the grey Smurf ran up to him with his list of names.
Chief acknowledged the clone with a look. “I have six I need you to point out to me, ...Er"
“Arithmetician, sir.” The numbers loving copy was used to the hesitation with his name.
The black clad smurf beckoned Stalker over. Then frowned as it occurred to him he should be able to recall those names easily. The potion couldn't be losing it's potency already… One crisis at a time! He cleared his throat. “Those six I need to speak with. Make sure they're here and tell them to stay here after the meeting.”
The bloodhound clone nodded. “Yes, Chief.”
The elder Grey looked back out towards the crowd. After a low conversation the feather wearing smurf headed out into the gathered clones. The minutes spent waiting for Arithmetician to check his list only served to rekindle his ire at the murders.
“We're missing Frightened and Hysterical, Chief.” The Smurf shrank back when their leader snarled.
“Two?!” He balled his fists. The crowd had quieted at his exclamation so the black clad smurf announced, “Nightshade. Brawny. Go search for Hysterical. He’s likely dead.”
Gasps and low murmurs rippled through the assembled Greys. The woodsmurf finished gathering the possible orb victims. They gathered near Azreal.
The chieftain continued. “It seems at least one of you can't control themselves or listen to my orders!” He swept an accusatory finger across the crowd. “None of you are to kill any of the others. None of you are to pay for any assassins. None of you are to set up lethal traps. And…”
He tapped his foot, trying to come up with any other methods. “Bah! No killing means no killing however you accomplish the feat! Now. Did any of you lot have anything to do with any of these murders at all?”
A shaking hand raised and the crowd turned to see Comic trying to pull down his arm. The volume rose quickly from a susurration to a roar as the clones started shouting their anger. The bomber was grabbed and shoved roughly towards the front. He landed on his knees in front of the mushroom. The crowd went silent in anticipation.
“So it was you, hm?” The black clad smurf scowled. He hopped off of the fungus.
Comic shook his head, looking up at the Chief. “You said any of the murders. I smurfed Hunter's clone after he smurfed my Alchy.”
“You what?!” Stalker cried out angrily. From the crowd the sentiment was echoed by the other outdoors smurfs. He took a step towards the joker only to have his mate grab his arm. Azreal shook her head.
“And that was before the no smurfing rule.” The comedian pointed out. He glanced at the enraged woodsmurf.
Chief braced his hands on his hips. “Stand with them! I’ll be seeing you after the meeting.”
Comic scrambled to his feet and stood well away from the feather wearing clone. He could feel the glare boring into him. He’d definitely have to watch out for some kind of revenge from Stalker.
The black clad smurf got back on top of the mushroom. He scanned the crowd. “Anyone else have anything to do with any murders that have happened?”
The crowd was silent.
The elder huffed and crossed his arms. “Fine! Tomorrow morning I'll start meeting all of you one by one for more questioning. Dismissed!” He scowled at the nine Smurfs standing in a group. The pair he had sent to find the missing clone ran up to him.
“There were spices in Hysterical’s house too.” Brawny explained while his female companion tried to catch her breath. “The house was a wreck.”
Chief rubbed at his eyes. “Of course he's another victim. It couldn't be something easy like sleeping.” He beckoned them with his hand and started towards his house.
What a fine mess this was becoming. A murderer on the loose, constructs making themselves real, and he still wasn't ready to move against the smurf village! I have to be patient. Tackle one problem at a time or things will unravel completely. The most important thing is to stop these clones from being a nuisance after they're useful. Then the murders. ...There was something else too…
The Smurf scowled. He was forgetting something else. His arrival at his door brought an end to that train of thought and left him irritated. He turned. “You four get in here. And… you. The rest of you wait here. And no eavesdropping!”
Chief, Azreal, Stalker, Nightshade, Brawny, and Warrior entered the domicile. He headed to the table and scooped up the mirror. He turned to see the redheaded clone helpfully pushing the cloned scotsmurf towards him.
“What's this all abou?” Warrior asked. He was certain they knew he had nothing to do with the killings. He had been at the fights every time.
Chief blanked. What should he tell them so they wouldn't go moping about? He needed capable minions, not depressed ones! “Uh…”
The feline clone smirked. “There was an accident with a spell and you or one of the others outside were hit. We need to find out who so we can fix it.”
“That, exactly!” Chief agreed. “Now hold still. I only have to look at you through this mirror.” He turned the object around and tilted it so he could view the clone’s reflection.
He saw the transparent form of the scotsmurf clone looking curiously in his direction. The black clad smurf nodded. “You're perfectly healthy. Call the next one in on your way out.”
With a perplexed shrug, the fighter left. After a few moments the door reopened and Wrangler walked in. The cowsmurf clone nodded his head at the chieftain. “Yessir?”
“There was a magic accident and one of you were hit. So stand over here and let me check.” Chief pointed and eyed the country smurf as he took his place. Angling the mirror once again he checked. “No. You’re as you should be. Call the next one in on your way out.”
Fix, Gumbo, and Maddy came and left. All three showed up as transparent in the mirror. The door opened and Pensive entered.
The leader was used to the spiel by now. “We’ve had a magical accident and you’re the last one to be checked to make sure you’re not affected. So stand just there.” He dared to hope that this one would be transparent too as he angled the mirror.
Instead of a transparent outline, the mirror showed Pensive’s reflection as though it was a mundane item. Chief made a face. “It looks like you’re the one.”
The laid back clone looked at his hands. “I don’t… feel any different. What was the spell?”
“The True Blue spell.” Azreal supplied. She grinned like a cheshire. The black clad smurf quelled her mirth with a glare.
Pensive opened his mouth then his eyes widened. Brows furrowing, he stared at nothing as his mind followed the train of thought from his realization. He looked back up at Chief’s expectant face. “Who’s accident made me real?”
“Ours.” Stalker answered. He indicated himself and the three near him.
Chief gripped the edge of the mirror tightly. “And now the five of you are my problem. You're not to speak of the spell or perform it. And do not tell any of the others about their temporary existence!”
The thoughtful clone nodded seriously. “Yes, Chief. ...Could I have leave from patrol to s… investigate the murders?”
Chief stared at the slouching clone for a moment. Then he glanced questioningly at Stalker and Azreal. “Is he a good choice for that?”
“One of the best.” The woodsmurf clone vouched. “I'd also like to help.”
“Me too.” The redheaded smurfette chimed in.
The elder sighed, looking tired. Perhaps delegation would work. “Fine. Go. And send that troublemaker in on your way out.”
The five clones left. Before the door closed Comic walked in. He looked curiously at the room and glanced at the black clad smurf frequently.
Chief was thinking. This was the same one that had changed a bunch of the clones into the opposite gender. Now he’d also killed one of them. He wondered out loud, “Just how much trouble are you going to be?”
“I don't know.” Comic responded immediately. He frowned. The compulsion to answer truthfully was too strong.
The old smurf glared. “So you’re going to be a thorn in my side every step of the way. Very well. Stand over there!” He waved at the space the others had stood. No sooner than the clone turned to face him, the chieftain began his chant.
Mirror Mirror in my hand,
Observe the fetchling who before you stands!
With him I am finished, done, through,
So end his spell, good-bye, toodle-oo!
The prankster's face switched rapidly from curiousness to surprise then terror. He put his ams up in a useless attempt to fend off the danger. As the pulse of magic hit him he fervently hoped that the True Blue spell would keep him alive.
He felt the wave wash over him. Then he took a ragged breath. He was still here!
Chief stared at him with a look of utter confusion. He glanced at the mirror. Then did a double take. The bomber’s reflection was full and opaque. “You did that spell too?!”
“Yes, Chief.” The Comic responded. He was elated with relief. He was real! ...Of course the Smurf in front of him could order him to jump off a cliff. He watched the elder with a giddy sort of wariness.
He hefted the mirror, ready to smash it to bits against the wall in a fit of rage. At the last second the smurf stopped himself. He bobbled the enchanted item and almost dropped it, diving to the ground to keep it safe.
On the ground the black clad smurf screamed and pounded the floor with feet and empty fist. It took him several minutes to get over his toddler-like tantrum. When the black clad smurf was finally through, he glared up at Comic. “Is there anyone else you know who preformed that thrice damned spell?”
“Clever and Surgery were with me. I don't know if anysmurf else did it.” Comic answered quickly.
“Find those two.” The chieftain snarled. “Bring them back here. NOW!”
Comic fled out the door. Clever’s home was the closest and he ran there. He pounded his fist on the door. “Hey! Clever!”
Footfalls heralded the door opening. The bespectacled Grey looked at the bomber in annoyance. “What are you smurfing at this time of night?”
“Chief found out what we smurfed and wants to speak to us.” The joker leaned against the door frame. “He’s not happy.”
Clever turned and headed for his wardrobe. “Go get Surgery. I’ll smurf to Chief’s after I get dressed.”
With a last dubious glance the prankster clone headed out in a rush. He almost made it to the tower when he spotted the female walking away from the building. “Hey, Surgery!”
The healer turned to look at the male. At a pace like that it could only mean an emergency. She ran up to him and asked, “Where we headin?”
“Chief's.” Comic gasped. “He knows we're real.”
Surgery made an annoyed noise. So much for setting things up before her late night guest arrived. “Well it was bound ta happen at some point.”
“You're not worried?” The prankster inquired. “He could tell us to smurf ourselves.”
The brunette shook her head. “I don't reckon he’ll do that ‘til we get those Smurfs. We make a good impression before that an he’ll prolly keep us around.”
“That’s a good point.” Comic agreed. He looked thoughtful. “I don't think you have anything to smurf about. He saw the way you smurfed up Stalker.”
“An’ once I finish teachin you an’ Clever, ya’ll won’t have nothin ta worry about either.” The female announced confidently. Further conversation ended when they walked up the path to the fungal mimic house.
Comic knocked. He waited until he heard their leader call them in to open the door.
Inside Chief stood with his arms crossed. Clever was nervously leaning against a workbench. Both looked their way as they entered.
“So how did you three figure it out?” The black clad smurf glared as he questioned. Come to think of it he should’ve asked the other group that as well. The potion! That’s what he was forgetting earlier! He needed to start writing things down. In the morning.
“After I smurfed Hunter’s clone I saw him turn into magic.” Comic began. “So when Surgery nearly used up her magic healing up Planter from his accident, I gave her some clues and she figured it out. Clever oversmurfed us talking and I let him in on it too.”
“And then they did tha spell. That let me gain back my magic. So now I’m teachin these two how ta heal like I can. An I can patch up pretty much anythin short of brain death.” The dryad clone added earnestly. “We’re makin ourselves useful, Sir.”
The elder grey grunted, an expression of mild surprise on his face. “Well. That’s more than those other five have been doing. But none of you are allowed to do that spell or speak of it to anyone. And no telling anyone that they're magical constructs either! Am I clear?”
“Yes Chief.” The trio responded.
“Good. Now get out of here!” The old Smurf waved a hand. The three left and he was finally enveloped by glorious silence.
Too tired to bother with anything else, the elder headed up the stairs to bed.
Clever slammed the door to his house angrily. Thanks to that idiot Comic, he wouldn’t be able to dangle out the promise of true life to any of the others. The bespectacled male frowned. He had one clone in mind that he had to change. But now his hands were tied.
Striding over to his workbench, the Grey looked at the assembled ingredients. Everything was there. He’d planned to cast the spell tomorrow. He couldn’t tell the clone he was a construct. He couldn’t speak of the spell or perform it.
An idea occurred to him and the intellect gave a short, triumphant, laugh. As if Chief could keep him from thinking around those orders! He pulled down a quill, ink, and parchment.
He began to pen a letter. Then he thought of the intended viewer of the letter and edited the contents down to the desired level. After a second proofread he deemed it worthy to stand.
It is very important that you cast this spell.
Your life is in danger.
Begin by boiling smurfroot in the cauldron.
Once the liquid turns bright blue, the spell can start.
Read the spell out loud and put the ingredients in as you say them.
Hellebore Seeds to focus this spell
Dried Elm Mushrooms for sorcery as well
Boswellia resin to add the breath of life
One loving truth to stave off strife
A dab of royal jelly to see the transformation through
Tiger lily to make the essence magical and blue
A drop of mink oil for this near resurrection
A Thimble of Mimosa pollen for love and protection
And unless this spell be all for naught,
One final thing, one Hopeful Thought.
He’d get his best friend to cast the spell on their own. With simple directions like those and rhyming words to focus the magic, any untrained idiot could cast the spell! All it would take would be a coaxing to get him following the directions. And he wouldn’t have to worry about any accidents since his house had spell barriers just like Alchemist’s and Papa’s.
Proud of his adaptation in the face of plan-derailment, the clone redressed in his nightgown and headed to bed.
Just before his eyes fluttered closed the egotistical clone bolted upright in bed. “Wait! Other five?!”
Gluttony walked into the infirmary, glancing around. The smurfette closed the door behind him. It was odd to be in the building after hours, but he was becoming used to it thanks to these late night visits.
“Got a lil surprise for ya tonight, hun.” Surgery wheeled out the contraption used to hold up broken legs and attached it to a bed along the opposite wall. A coil of rope was thrown over her shoulder. Excitement coursed through her.
The plump smurf watched her in silence. It had become a habit to meet at night since the first time she’d leaned in and invited him to smurf her while Comic was across the room unconscious. Now he watched her sitting at meals with no small amount of jealousy and quite a bit of smugness. Physician had no clue, he was sure. But he wanted her all to himself.
“What are you smurfing exactly?” Gluttony asked.
“I just wanted ta play with a little rope.” She beckoned him towards the bed, smiling when he obliged. “I saw this lil baby and couldn’t resist.” She patted the pulley system. The female had put the coil of rope on the bed.
“I really don’t wanna be smurfed up again.” The male grumbled. The thought of being tied up to that… thing didn’t sound appealing at all.
“Oh it ain’t fer you. It’s fer me.” Surgery energetically pulled off her shirt, slipping out of pants and shoes just as quickly. “Just watch, honey.”
The ex-dryad clone slipped the rope over her head at the halfway point, then tied knots in it three times down her front. She kept up a commentary as she did so, her sultry contralto commanding attention.
“Tha thing about ropes, about tying yerself up is that it’s friction. It’s that feelin like yer just a little bit helpless. Like yer restrained when ya just wanna let go.” She slid the remaining rope between her thighs and pulled the ends through the loop around her neck. Gluttony found himself backing into the bed as he watched the show.
“A’course, if I had my vines I could do all’a this myself. And vines are sooo much better.” She purred as she wove the ends of the rope around through the front holes made by the knots. The first two lacings wrapped around her breasts enticingly.
“With my vines, I could feel. I could caress ya.” She gasped. The plump smurf swallowed, his breathing coming in small pants. Surgery finished by tying the ends around her hips, the rope seemed to make an upside down V from her navel to her glistening flower.
She ran her hands up and down her sides as she closed in on the smurf. “I could tease ya t’ madness. Explore every inch of ya.” She ran her hands down his chest, lingering at his waistband.
The cook leaned up, helping her pull off his pants. He moaned when the pressure was released. Somehow his smurf had worked it’s way out of his boxers and now jutted out proudly from the fold of the fabric. He reached out, pulling her close and capturing a perky nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he started sucking, his hand sliding down between her legs. His fingers slid back and forth and she lifted her leg to give him better access.
The smurf let go of his prize with a pop. He didn’t want to wait. Scooping her raised leg up, he turned, spinning her around to land on the bed he’d been leaning on. Positioning himself, he trust home into her eager body. Surgery hummed her approval, picking herself up slightly to help him thrust deeper. He set a fast pace, greedily taking his pleasure as he gripped her hips tightly. Panting noisily, the smurfette under him began to stroke her clit in time to his thrusts.
“Mmm! Ah! Yes!” The brunette’s cries were a random assortment of those words, along with the occasional “Oh!” and “More!”. The sight before him and his lover’s throaty exclamations had him cresting. He didn’t stop, sure that she’d keep going after he’d climaxed. Oh yes, he thought, just how many times could they do this until they were too tired?
The medic’s other hand grabbed her breast, forefinger swirling around the nipple as she massaged it. The look on her face pushed him over the edge and he groaned raggedly as he emptied his seed into her.
The heat filling her insides set off Surgery’s climax and she keened her pleasure. The two lovers slowed their movements. She had to move her hands quickly when the smurf nearly fell onto her, post-orgasmic fatigue taking the strength from his legs. She touched his cheek, tilting his head up so that she could bend and kiss him. He invaded her mouth hungrily, tongue searching, probing.
The healer ran her fingernails lightly down his back, just enough to stimulate his skin. He moaned and pulled away. “So do I just smurf you up with the rope?”
“Insatiable.” She chuckled. “I love it.”
She pulled a loop of rope down from the cast lift, twisting it. “Ya take an make two mountains with tha rope, then twist the peaks around an put ‘em together. Make sure to leave the top open. Then ya put yer arm or leg through an tighten it up an it’s a cute lil catspaw knot.”
The plump smurf watched her pull the knot around her wrist then use the excess to make another for her other hand. When she lifted her arms he pulled the other knot tight. He sat back on his legs and looked at the female. She looked deceptively helpless. Surgery couldn’t sit on the bed, the lift was too high. She was left not quite sitting, legs parted slightly to help balance her weight so she wouldn’t pull down on her tied wrists.
Gluttony smirked as an idea came to him. He stood on the mattress and stripped off his underwear. The smurf beckoned her up and she rose to her knees, face level with his smurf. “You know what I want.”
The tied up female said nothing. She opened her mouth, slid her lips down his shaft, and started sucking. She concentrated on her task as her head bobbed back and forth. It was pleasing to hear the male begin to pant.
The plump clone moaned in time with his lover’s ministrations. The sight alone was entrancing. Without thinking of anything but the sensations he grabbed the sides of Surgery's head and began to pull her to him faster.
The healer made a sound of protest and pulled away from him as far as the ropes would allow. “If yer gonna skull fuck me don’t jerk my neck around. Move them hips.”
“Sorry,” he muttered. He held her shoulders and waited for her to let him back in. Careful to only move himself, he pumped rapidly into her mouth.
Surgery pulled at the ropes, the fibers rubbing against her wrists. She could hear her lover's breathing coming in puffs. The anticipation made her moan with need.
“You want a taste, huh?” The plump clone panted. He was close.
“Mmm hmm.” The female responded, sound vibrating down his smurf.
“Here it comes!” Gluttony cried hoarsely. He pumped into her mouth and watched the female eagerly swallow as he came. The male fought to remain standing until she was finished. When his lover let go of him he plopped onto the bed, breathing heavily.
The healer licked her lips. “Outta juice there, hun?”
“For a little bit. Would you like to smurf some water?” At her affirmative he scooted off the bed. There was a sink in the main infirmary for washing up. He plucked a drinking cup from the hook above it and filled it. He emptied one cup and brought the refill to the bound female. He tipped the cup up to her lips and helped her drink.
The female clone slaked her thirst then tilted her head up, making a sound to indicate she was done. The female started to thank him but the glutton poured the last of the water down her chest. She let out a startled shriek.
“I thought you might want to cool down.” The plump clone chuckled mischievously. Her responding glare didn't have much ire behind it.
“I’d rather have ya heatin me up.” She pouted. Surgery shifted so that her knees were as wide apart as they could go. Her command was more of plead. “Slide under. Then ya can slide in.”
Gluttony let out an amused puff of breath. Wordlessly he wriggled into position under the trussed up brunette. He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed the ropes that encircled her hips. “You know… these would make some smurfy handles.”
He tugged the ropes and she slid forward along his hardening member. She felt the movement across her skin as her tortoiseshell harness tightened. The teasing pressure of his smurf sliding through but not into her folds caused her to start panting. She whimpered with need and angled her hips forward.
“I thought I was the greedy one.” The male moaned as he was enveloped in heat again. He pulled her by the ropes again, his pace slow.
“Hah.” Surgery gasped. “I think I’m jus as insatiable as you are, sugar. ...Can ya let my wrists loose?”
The dessert cook leaned up and tugged at the knots one-handed. He became impatient and sat up fully to make quick work of the bindings. “Better?”
“Much.” The healer murmured, grabbing the back of her lover’s head and pulling them into a kiss. She rocked her hips steadily as she plundered his mouth with her tongue. His hands found the ropes around her hips again and he pulled her to him. Skin, rope, and skin pressed together as their bodies met.
Gluttony broke the kiss and sucked in a breath. “Gimmie more!” The clone exclaimed, using the ropes to guide her hips back and forth at a rapid pace. He felt the female on him tense as she peaked from the sudden change of pace. “Yeah, that’s it!”
The rapid pace didn’t stop as the female came down from her high. Her lover kept up with his arm work, panting as he sought his pleasure. As soon as she recovered she started aiding him again, rocking just as fast as he could pull. She felt herself tensing along with him. “Yes! More!”
“Gonna… I’m hnn!” He felt the release start in his spine and course through him. His lover cried out as she followed him in bliss and milked him.
The pair held each other as they caught their breath. The plump clone was the first to speak. “I don’t think I can smurf anymore tonight.”
Surgery giggled. “I’m kinda sleepy m’self. Wanna stay here t’night?”
He grunted the affirmative, already nodding. The female had to prod him to get up to get under the covers as she took off the rope. Snuggling together they fell asleep.
Instead of calling a morning meeting, Chief burst into the dining hall. “Quiet, now!” Was all the black clad smurf had to shout and silence fell over the group.
“Roll caller!” Cheif barked.
Arithmetician stood, “It's Arith-.”
The leader ignored the correction, butting in, “I need a list of all of you. And whoever's finished eating can assemble at my house for questioning.”
A clone raised his hand. “We need to go forage again, sir.” He patted a basket beside him for emphasis.
The elder shot the clone an annoyed look. “Fine.” He searched the crowd, spotting the first one he’d checked the night previous. “You, get up a group to go. I’ll be in Papa's house awaiting the first of you.”
A few of the clones looked at the black clad smurf as he left. Artist leaned over to Clever. “Why did he smurf ze house Papa's? He is ze Papa clone, no?”
“He’s the one who smurfed the spell.” The bespectacled clone answered. “Though who exactly that is, I don't smurf. Yet.”
Physician looked around for his lover. The table had seen some changes this morning. Fix, Maddy, and Brutus no longer sat with them. Instead Painter and Lackey had taken their place. “Has anysmurf seen Surgery?”
“Not since yesterday.” The bespectacled clone said as the rest of the table agreed. “Maybe she smurfed in?”
The dabbler clone frowned. “I’ll go smurf her about the questioning.” The male healer missed the looks Comic and Clever gave each other as he stood and left.
Four tables over, Warrior took to his appointed task immediately. Lumberjack, Gatherer, and Wrangler volunteered readily, probably because their respective livelihoods we're currently on hold. Rancher had left already when Chief ordered those finished to his house. He put a hand on Gambler's shoulder as his expedition stopped at the doors to pick up baskets. “Well laddie, we need another hand an it looks like ye have two. Smurf on.”
The clone didn’t protest. Foraging was far easier than bending over repeatedly planting seeds. And they didn't have the possibility of being discovered now that the other Smurfs knew of them.
Gatherer had his trusty basket already in his back. “I thought we could smurf some bullrushes and plantains. We can pick up anything we smurf across on the way.”
Warrior grunted in agreement. “Ye're tha expert, laddie. Lead tha way.”
Happily the harvester took the group south towards the swamplands.
Physician was worried. Surgery wasn't in her apartment. With the murders going on it was alarming. Only the lack of spice scent kept him from panicking. Perhaps she’d been awoken to some injury in the middle of the night. Thus his search took him to the infirmary.
He opened the door. The windows weren't open and the room was dark. He looked around and spotted a lump under the covers. Quietly he opened the window to help awaken his lover.
Then he saw she wasn't alone and his heart shattered.
The pair were awakened suddenly when the covers were torn off the bed. In the light of morning Physician stood, fists balled and a look of rage on his face. “You!” Was Gluttony's only warning before the doctor clone pounced.
The males barely had time to trade a round of blows before they both fell asleep. Surgery looked annoyed. If the pair reacted like this, then they probably wouldn't want to have a threesome. If she couldn't work with them she’d have to cut her losses and find someone else. Maybe the cute Russian.
She tied up the pair to see if she could salvage the situation. Once they were snug and on two separate beds, the medical clone woke them up. “Don't start any hollarin now.”
“And why should I smurf what you want?” Physician growled. His expression was pained. “You go and smurf this smurf? How could you?!”
The brunette put her hands on her hips. “I said before that we weren't exclusive. So why're ya gettin all bent outta shape?”
“Because!” The dabbler clone started, then faltered. He looked at the female, voice low. “I didn’t think you were actually smurfing the truth.”
The female put a hand to her forehead as realization struck her. The doctor had fallen for her. “Frost and fire.” She sighed. “It was just supposed ta be fun. I wasn’t even thinkin about romance.” Especially since the pair of you are on a timer. She added mentally.
“And just how did you wind up smurfing him?” Physician asked, glaring at the plump clone.
“Wouldn’t you like to smurf.” Gluttony shot back smugly.
“He tied me up in my sleep and tried ta force me.” Surgery shrugged. Both the males let out exclamations. “It was a purdy good attempt but not enough that I couldn’ turn tha tables on ‘im.”
“He WHAT?!” The healer male lunged and toppled off the bed. “I’ll smurf him!”
“Plant yer dang roots and settle down.” The brunette grumbled, helping him sit up. “I don't get that upset if somebody gets tha better of me even if he had. I thought I made it clear my thinkin wasn't like that.”
“Clearly.” Physician muttered. He glared daggers at the other male. “So that’s what smurfened?”
“Four nights ago.” The plump clone needled. He made a face at his rival.
Physician closed his eyes. “If that's the way you're going to smurf… I don't want any part of it. Untie me.”
Surgery frowned. “So yer pickin no sex over sharin. If that's what ya want.” The healer undid the knots. “But if ya'll start fightin again I’ll jus knock ya out again.”
The dabbler clone sighed and rubbed his wrists. “I'm not going to fight.” He pointed at the other male. “But don't get attached to her because she's made it clear if she gets bored she’ll do the same to you.”
The brunette undid Gluttony’s bindings as the doctor left. “I warned him. I told him this was jus fun an we weren't gettin serious.” She sighed. “An I did like him.”
The pastry cook clone gave her a jealous stare. “And what am I? Just dessert?”
Almost possessively the female smushed her lover's cheeks with her palms. “I like you too, sugar. You're able t’keep up with me. But I came from a pack. I ain't used to one an only. I’d love t’get some’a these girls but they're all straight as a tulip popular. So much fer a three-way.”
Gluttony pulled his face free. “What's a three-way?”
From the glint in the former nymphs eyes he was sure it would be an interesting lesson.
The meetings were tedious. Chief found himself repeating the same questions to the point his day blurred together. He looked at the list the Roll Caller had written for him. He was two thirds done!
He stretched. Now would be a good time to pause the queue until morning. The black clad smurf walked to the door and opened it. The gathered clones looked at him expectantly. The older smurf announced tiredly, “I'm done for the day. I'll see the rest of you tomorrow.”
He couldn't find the energy to be annoyed that he hadn't made any progress in finding the killer. The bearded smurf headed to get something to eat. Then he spotted the glasses wearing clone running towards him and scowled. What now?
“Chief! Warrior smurfed in a female and smurfs he found her in the swamp! And it's so strange because she's obviously not one of the other Smurfs because I don't hate her on sight. And-”
The leader arched a brow and interrupted, “What do you mean, don't hate her on sight?”
Clever looked at him in confusion. “All of us hate them on sight.” The bespectacled clone took on a lecturing air and held up his forefinger. “By my estimation, the line While they live to cause Smurfs grief smurfed all of us to react to those Smurfs with unsmurfy intent. Why, the magic itself probably pulled from your own hatred of those other Smurfs and smurfed it in to us.”
The black clad smurf looked impressed. “We'll finally something has gone right for a change! Where are they now?”
“Warrior smurfed he was going to the bath house first.” The clone only paused for a breath. “Not that I Smurf him really the smurfette looked like a complete mess. She-”
“Bah! I’ll see her for myself after I eat.” The elder stated with finality. He began heading to his original destination. It was only after he ate that he signaled the glasses wearing clone and told him to go get the pair.
He paced at the entrance of the mess hall until the two showed. While clean the female looked bone-thin and started to tug the male towards the food making a noise. The sash and nightgown hung from her frame. The male snatched a plate from the closest table and ignored Clever’s protests.
Chief stared flatly at the pair before him. “You found her in the woods.”
“We found ‘er smurfin’ dandelion greens by th’ old swamp.” Warrior blurted. “She’s blind but she speaks Welsh. I ken it’s Welsh. Her name is Lady” He shifted from one foot to the other. The insistence of his intended for food was distracting. And their leader had seemed pretty erratic this morning. That hadn't changed and it put him on edge.
“Blind? What good is a blind smurfette?” Chief demanded.
“Some things are meant ta be done in tha dark, Chief!” Surgery called from behind the group.
Laughter and catcalls filled the room. Warrior tensed and put a hand on his sword. “Lady is mine! Any of you lot get any funny ideas an’ I’ll ‘ave yer guts for garters!” He challenged.
At the end of his patience, the black clad smurf roared, “Settle down and shut up, all you!”
The scottish male wrapped his arm around the female protectively. The female seemed to have stopped eating.
Their leader stared at the female as though she were a puzzle. “I've been told you don't hate her like you do the others.” He figured the white of her eyes were due to her blindness. Oblivious, she started eating again.
“If we did I probably have smurfed 'er right inte tha bog.” The scotsclone answered matter of factly. He could recall the feelings from the party they’d gone to at the other village. Given the attitudes of some of his group, drowning her would've been a kindness.
The black clad smurf scratched his beard. “If she is one of you. How… Maybe the spell… Bah!”
The elder began to rub at the tense spot just above his left eye. “You’re claiming her. Well you might as well marry her.” He finished sarcastically.
“I wouldna mind that t’smurf tha truth, Chief.” Then his claim would hold a more weight. He considered stealing another plate.
The leader shot him an annoyed look. He started ranting. “Yes, let's drop the invasion plans and start making wedding plans just so…” Weddings needed guests.
Weddings needed guests!
The old Smurf cackled. “Yes! Let's stop the invasion plans! That idea with the dam was convoluted anyway. You’ll get your wedding. And we'll get the Smurfs as our…” He rubbed his hands together. “Hehe... Special guests.”
He spun dramatically and pointed at the clones still eating. “We’ll lure those little imps here, and capture them all in one glorious trap! And all we’ll have to wait for is for these two,” His voice dipped into a low chuckle, “To say I do.”