Suddenly Jon heard a knock at the door.
"Er," Jon looked for somewhere to hide, but he doubted he'd be able to squeeze his voluptuous figure under the bed and his tiny single-room mushroom cottage didn't provide any other options.
Another knock. Jon knew he'd have to answer the wooden door.
"Just a minute," he called out. He grabbed the wig and put it on. After checking his wig in the mirror (and being thoroughly weirded out by his reflection), he took the stocking cap and placed it on top. He walked awkwardly in his high heels towards the door.
Jon recognised his visitor immediately. It was Steve Farber, a.k.a. "The Stud", one of the jocks from his school and not someone he got along with. However in this village he was blue, bald and wearing nothing but a stocking cap and white hot pants. Jon's eyes were drawn to the enormous bulge in Steve's short shorts and he looked away quickly, blushing deep blue.
"Stud," Jon ventured, "is that you?"
"Of course it's me Smurfette," Steve replied, "Studly Smurf. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm not okay, I'm Smurfette," Jon rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry?" Studly looked confused.
"The only girl in the village," Jon looked up at Studly's blank expression. "Do I need to draw you a picture?"
"Oh, have you been practising?" Studly Smurf's eyes lit up and he began to babble excitedly, "Are you an artist now? I'd like a picture of a horse! Can you draw horses? We could call you Arty Smurfette, but then everyone might think you're exclusive to Arty-"
"Oh good lord," Jon sighed. "Okay Stud, why are you here as if I couldn't guess?"
Studly presented the bouquet of wild flowers he'd picked for Smurfette. "Here."
"Oh ok, thanks," Jon took the flowers. Suddenly he felt Studly's lips against his own and the big blue man's tongue in his mouth. His felt a twinge from his nipple as Studly's large hand squeezed his breast.
After fighting his way out of Studly's mouth, Jon managed to cry out, "Stop, stop that! Stop right now!"
"But why? I brought you flowers "
"And flowers are supposed to buy you sex, are they?" Jon said as he wiped his mouth on his forearm to get the taste out.
"With you Smurfette, always," Studly nodded. "We bring you pretty flowers, and in return you give us a good smurfing."
"Jeez, flowers?" Jon looked away in disgust. He suddenly noticed the vases of flowers all over his little house. There were a lot of flowers.
"Not even for something useful, or something I could sell? Unbelievable. I don't even smurf for food "
"Can we start now? My smurf is ready."
"What do-" Jon wondered what Studly meant, but he figured it out for himself when he saw the raging erection tenting his shorts. "Eww, yuck! Get that thing outta here!"
"But I gave you flowers-"
"Sorry Stud, new rule. I don't give it up so easily anymore!" Jon pushed him towards the door.
"What about my raging smurf?"
"Find some other hole to put your smurf into! Mine are off-limits!" Jon shoved Studly out the door and slammed it shut in his face.
"My holes aren't for smurfing," he said defiantly as he glared at the genie's lamp.
