The Snurfs

(Credit to the artist Shiboobmura for the cover art.)

"Uh...uh...uh...unh...uh...uh... You done yet?"

"Shut the snurf up!" You grunt in annoyance as you pound away.

He looks over his shoulder at you, the tip of his forward curving white hat bouncing up and down as you slam into him again and again. A thick application of rose pigment blush made his chubby cheeks pink with a faux blush. "Uh..uh..uh.." A flat little moan for each full penetration. "I've got four more today and..."

"I SAID...shut the snurf up Skanky!"

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. Uh..uh..unh... Just hurry up Randy, would ya. Uh..uh..uh.." He plants his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, staring at the shuttered window in a most disinterested way as his body is if forward and back. The table legs creak and slide with each impact.

Skanky Snurf, village whore. It was bad enough that doing his ass was like screwing a windsock, but his bored and lippy demeanor today was really putting you off. You bring your hands down from his stumpy little knob of a tail to squeeze his blue butt cheeks together just to get some decent friction.

"Ugh...ugh...almost there." You groan. The escalating clapping sounds of flesh on flesh echo through the room.

"Bout time." He gripes.

"UNNNGH!" You cry out as you dump your syrupy sweet load deep in his bubble butt. "OHhhhhhh...snurf yeah!" You gasp.

You were barely done your last pump when he stands up, your dick slipping easily from his overused ass. He pulls up his white trouser-slipper one piece and ties the waist. Turning to you he pats your cheek and kisses the other. "You're the best of the best Randy Snurf." He lies. "See you next week."

With that he scoops up the basket of raspberries that was his payment for the day and he is out the door of your mushroom house. The door slams behind him in his haste. You stand there, your cornflower blue cock with its darker cobalt colored head still exposed and dribbling, as silence suddenly fills the room. The lingering aroma of Skanky's pungent cloying dandelion perfume a lasting presence.

"This is snurfin bullshit!" You grumble as you tuck yourself away and tie your waistband's drawstring. You sit down heavily on your one wooden chair. Crossing your arms you lean back and think.

One female, ninety-nine males...this just wasn't right. It just couldn't be. Everyone knew it yet no one dared talk about it. One female, super sweet and knock out sexy Snurfette, and that tyrant Papa Snurf kept her strictly for himself. Snurfing her whenever he wanted to. What must that be like? You dreamed about her. What was it like to be with a girl? You could only imagine.

Heck, even Vanity Snurf would be a welcome treat. At least he looked like a girl. A damn fine girl at that. But he was so damned picky. Besides, everyone knew he was Hefty's bitch right now.

Everything stopped when either of those two sauntered down the path. They received a lot of attention from the rest of the village despite the fact they were both claimed. When everyone else were near identical looking dudes you took the time to appreciate beauty when you had the chance. Skanky did his best to look sexy...but...ugh.

As it stood currently all you got was Skanky when he did his rounds. Dammit! Your name was Randy Smurf for a reason. You were horny almost all the time. Once every week or two just wasn't enough. And when you did get it it was lousy!

You slam your fist down on the table.

BAM!

Something had to change.