Smurfette Village Art

He stopped when a familiar sound caught his attention. For the moment
he can't seem to figure out where he had heard this sound before. It was
defiantly music, he knew that, but who is playing it?

Hefty turned the corner to see a smurfette, with a light brown hair playing
a guitar. The tune she is playing was the most beautiful sound he has
ever heard. She began to sing a song that went with the tune.

"Why don't you come and meet some of the other smurfettes?" Cowgirl suggested. She grabs his arms and pulls him towards a small group
of smurfettes that are sitting on a nearby fence.

"Hefty Smurf, meet Ballette, the dancer of the village." The ballerina smurfette daintily waves hello to Hefty.

"The bookworm, here, is Brainette." The smurfette with glasses lifts her head up from her book slightly and acknowledges Hefty with a "Hey."

"Our village cook is Gingerette." Cowgirl points to the next smurfette with fiery red hair and wearing a clean white apron.

"I hope you've enjoyed some of the meals that I sent while you were recovering?" Gingerette asked.

"Yes I did, thanks." Hefty told her while patting his tummy.

"The baby Gingette is holding is Babette." Cowgirl says continuing the introductions. And lastly there's…"

Before Cowgirl could finish introducing the smaller smurfette with blond hair and long bangs, she looses her balance when she tried to wave
hello. "Eeep!" The klutzy smurfette cries out just as she fell back, and before landing with a thud.

"Klutzette…" Cowgirl grumbles.

Nursette stops once she sees Hefty walking up with Valvette draped over his shoulder, and Toughette walking two steps
behind.

"Put me down, Hefty Smurf!" Growled Valvette.

"I thought you said you smurfed your ankle and wanted to be carried?" Hefty innocently responded, with a hint of irritation in
his voice.

"Well, that before you started smurfing me like a piece of furniture."

Toughette, finding this scene very humorous, started to laugh at Valvette.

"You think this is sooo funny, don't you?" Valvette snaps at her.

"You bet I do." Toughette chuckles.

"What happened here?" Nursette cries out as she runs up to the trio.

"Oh nothing," Toughette began explaining. "Valvette just slipped on some mud, and claims that she had smurfed her ankle."

It was at that moment their eyes locked. They realized that this was the closest the two
of them have ever been to each other. Hefty tried desperately to swallow a large lump
that struggled going down in his throat. He felt that he should release Toughette from
his hold, but for some reason he just couldn't let go of her. If anything, it seemed that
he held her protectively tighter.

Toughette attempted to control her own trembling. She hadn't ever felt so vulnerable,
and yet, safe in a male's arms before. Their faces grew hot with attraction. Both can
hear their own hearts beating loudly in tune to the music in the background.

Before they understood what was happening, their faces started to pull into each
other. Inch by inch Hefty and Toughette moved closer. Instinctively their eyes began
closing as they brought their lips up to the point of nearly touching.

"It is an honor to finally get to meet the infamous Papa Smurf I heard so much
about." Mama Smurf says as she walks up to the smurf elder in red trousers and
hat.

"The honor is mine." Papa Smurf held out his hand to politely shake hers.

"I am Mama Smurf. And it would appear that we have something in common."
The smurfette elder takes notice of the fact they both are dressed in red.