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Another morning and with it another day to expand my knowledge. A pale blue Smurf thought to himself as he pulled himself out of the messy bed and shuffled across the room to check his large calendar stuffed with notes. Hm lets see. Ah there is a lecture today in the morning, I should have enough time to make that and then I got some field research on the east river. Great, lets hope it does not rain today or I will have to delay it again. He yawned and headed into the bathroom to relieve himself and lazily brush his teeth for a minute but skipped out on the shower today. Slipping his work vest on he made sure the wide brimmed hat sat just right before getting his pants and shoes on.

Downstairs was a large area with wooden seats all facing a small lectern. Proudly he headed over and took his place behind it. “I see we have some new faces today, fantastic, I am always so happy to see new seekers of information. Hello there Mrs I can see you quite awake today and oh look it is Crafty Smurf himself what an honor!” He spoke sarcastically over the empty room before letting out a sigh. Ah well, what can you expect from the masses. At least now I can focus on my own pursuits. Leaving the lectern he walked past the dusty rows of chairs and into the kitchen were a few scraps of food sat scattered around. The Smurf berry pie was kind of stale at this point but edible at the least. It would do. Taking a slice with him he began to pack up a few supplies for the field work from a worn journal half full of notes to small glass containers for samples. 

The cold breeze that blew through the streets sent small specks of sand flying as he headed outside of his large library like home and took the soft, sandy path down the road. Row after row of homes passed by him, each made of clay and rock but shaped like mushrooms. The wide brim of the the fake mushroom caps above blocking out most light but also rain and snow so it was not all bad to be fair. I should really look into moving. He thought to himself. South side is nice but I am starting to run out of room for all my grand books. East would be cool and who knows, maybe all those snobby waterfront types would appreciate my work more than these commoners. West would not be bad either. Being so close to the farming districts would mean fresher pie. As I headed out into the mainstreet he heard someone call out, “hey Archy there you are!” and I had to contain my groans. From the annoying nickname to the shrill voice I knew it was Minnow Smurf. 
“You know I am only in one of two places…” I made sure to leave out the ‘unfortunately’ as he would only get all upset and annoying over it. Ignoring most of his babbling I just kept nodding to him. It is always the same, he forgot the information he needs but he doesn't care enough to learn how to write it down so now he needs my superior intellect to sort it out again. “You just need to roll up some half wheat bread and sprinkle some salt over it.” He stands thinking for a moment as if the rusty gears that make his brain are struggling to even work out that. Then he nods and gives his thanks. I try to ask for maybe some money for the help but, once again, he has none to spare as he gets paid after he catches the fish but of course he can not catch them without my help. It is every week with this guy I swear.  As he ran off to make his pay for the day I adjusted my scarf from this bothersome wind and kept moving along. It was quite a long walk to the south bridge and then I had to go all the way to the forest to even start my latest research on the local frog population. 

He managed to get about half way across the long southern bridge when he had gotten yet another delay although his one seemed far more interesting. It was Papa Smurf’s personal helpers, they stood waiting and as soon as he got closer they stopped him. He had been summoned. To be honest it was surprising, those helpers I had seen about the place recently but they had never needed me for anything. Before I knew it they had ushered me into quite a nice looking wooden carriage which began to head back into town, towards the fancy east side. No, even better, it was heading towards the Central district. I had only been here once when our current Mayor needed to get some advice on rather embarrassing personal issues, it was the best time of my life! He took everything I said to heart and was surprisingly nice about the whole thing but even more so is that he upgraded my old little sha… house into the lovely library it is now. While I had high hopes of one day meeting him again it would not be today. The carriage headed through several fancy archways and past some quite ornamental doors too as we headed deeper into the district. It stopped suddenly causing me to almost slip out of my seat and as the door was opened up for me I found myself standing in front of a huge building shaped like a cluster of tall mushrooms. To be honest I never found myself nervous often but meeting Papa himself was not just an honor, it was terrifying. He was the oldest Smurf, the wisest, the grandest. As much I tried I couldn't help but wonder, what could I even help with.

The stone steps up to the large oak doors were smooth and clean, almost polished to a shine. He reached out to knock on the door but before he could do so it opened up. A Smurf wearing black and blue stood inside quite tall, a butler of some sorts, or bodyguard even. Being invited in by that tall Smurf was quite scary but somewhat interesting too as I had never seen any Smurf as tall as that one before. The sight inside was nothing short of amazing as well. Rich blue carpet like overripe blueberries flooded out across the marble flooring. Giant paintings of places and people I have never heard about were hung in rows. It was so imposing. Everything spoke of power and age. Walking quickly the butler led him up the grand steps and down a long hallway into a cozy looking room with a little more than some plush chairs and a fancy wooden table sat. Taking the backpack off he sat down as the butler closed the door. It was warm in here or maybe I was just nervous but the minutes ticked on like nothing else. Just when I had thought something had gone wrong the doors opened once more and Papa Smurf himself came in with a cane. He looked older than any of the pictures I had seen, his steps slow and based off the slight limp I would say he had some kind of hip damage. 
	“Archivist Smurf, yes?” Papa spoke gently as he sat down in the large chair.
	“Y-yes sir. How can I help you today?” Archivist replied sitting straight and tense. 
	“Hm why do you think I need help?” Papa asked back as a butler placed a tray of Smurf berry tea down on the table.
	“The only time Smurfs need me is when they have a problem.” I admitted. 
	“Hm should rename you to handy Smurf, or solver Smurf?” Papa chuckled to himself. He spooned several sugar clumps into his tea and leaned back with the drink, stirring slowly. “I have a problem yes.” I knew it. Even Papa is not above having troubles. I picked up his tea as well lest he be rude but it had been months since I had drank anything other than water to be honest. Ah the smell was sweet, rich, made from the finest berries I could tell. “I am dying.” Papa said just as I took a sip. As I coughed and tried to ignoring the burning I just sat in shock. What should I say, do I say anything. I can fix a lot but not that! “Slowly at least but as such it has come to me recently that I know much. More than any of my Smurfs and for that, I need it to be safely written down and stored where only you could access it.” 
	“I can do that. Yes… I might need, if you do not mind, a basement of my library so I can make sure the books are the most secure.” It was not a lie no but I did need an expansion on the building for more of my normal books too so why not get both issues fixed all at once. 
	“Asking nothing but what you need to help. I knew you were the right Smurf for this and as such I must reward you too.” Papa hummed to himself and slowly sipped his tea. “How about another wing for your library? No no that is too formal. Say, what would you enjoy?” The question was unexpected and Archivist had to think on that one. He could ask for anything. 
	“Would money be a rude answer?” 
	“Not at all. All things can be enjoyed with such but I am sure you have plenty. You solve many problems around the city I have heard and your library is the biggest in the city.” Papa spoke so kind but he really did not know everything after all.
	“It is also the only one in the city you know and well, if I had to be honest I never get paid for helping out. Those Smurfing simpletons are all want but never give when it comes to learning.” I threw my hand over my mouth when I realized how rude that came out but he did not seem to mind strangely enough. He chuckled and waved it off but those eyes I have seen plenty of times.
	“I am sorry to hear. Money yes, a good reward for it is all rewards I could give while also granting choice. Wise option indeed…” Papa sipped his tea and while I could tell he knew something I did not I didn’t want to question him. “I shall send the builders post haste and visit you tomorrow to begin the writing process. It is still morning so you will out doing research hm?” Papa asked and I nodded.

After finishing the tea Papa Smurf gave Archy his farewells and the butler helped lead him to the exit. As a nice surprise the carriage once more picked him up and even took him all the way to the east forest. Now ahead of schedule he headed along the river bank with head heavy of thoughts. Papa was dying and he wanted nearly a millennium of knowledge to be written down in a safe place. How many knew this he wondered. Research would be hard today with that weighing on his mind so much but he had to press on. 

With the sun hanging low in the sky Archivist had just managed to get back to the library. Opening the door he headed inside only to stand amazed. In disbelief he headed outside and looked up. The library was twice as big at least. More floors above and a long wing stretched on behind it. How on earth did they build all of this in a day!? I kept repeating the question to myself as I went inside and closed the door only to find there being a lock on the inside of it too. The chairs had been replaced by folding ones that had these little comfy cushions built into the seat which was nice and they had even been stacked up neatly on the wall. The stairs leading up to my personal room was still in the same place at least but will check to see that later. He headed into the new expanded wing in awe. Two levels with an open banister to let you see up or down. The paint and wood so fresh that he could smell it as clear as day in the air. Even better though was that all the disorganized books he had were now laid out in front of each empty shelf, not yet organized but sorted into some simple system. On the ground floor at the far end sat a hole in the floor that had little more than a sloped ramp made of dirt going down into a shallow pit. Ah that must be the basement they are also adding, he thought. Between all this space and the speed to which they can build I should have asked for more! Happy with the progress so far he headed upstairs to where his personal living space used to be and instead found more library. It had the same layout as downstairs and another flight of stairs going up once more. Curious he headed past the rows of empty shelves and went up to find a loft in the shaped cap roof. Quite large with windows to match it had all his personal objects including his research table but not a single thing had been moved out of place. The beakers and notebooks, the pencils and loose paper, everything had been left exactly where it used to be. Putting his backpack down he pulled off his scarf and hat and hopped onto the messy bed. I know they will come to appreciate me, the mayor did and now Papa. If anything I should be getting visitors from all the construction noises. For the first time in months he felt sleepy and while he did not understand what caused it he did not mind.

When he woke up it was early. The sun had only just risen and the new morning light had started streaming through his large and impressive windows. He stretched and stepped out of bed but did remember what was going on until he saw the windows. Oh right. Papa Smurf is coming today and then there is the basement… Better have a day inside. He headed into an closed room that took a quarter of the loft to find a large bathroom. A bath with a shower combination looked quite interesting and the large mirror was the first one he ever owned. Smurfs alive I look rough. He spoke to himself as he saw his face in the mirror for the first time. I can not tell what is worse, the greasy hair or those purple marks under my eyes. Brushing his teeth he got into the shower to find that he had hot water for some reason, strange since extras like that you had to pay monthly for. It did not matter. He had some now for whatever reason and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. 

After some showering and some lengthy bathing he dried off and got dressed. Heading down the now two sets of stairs he rounded into the kitchen to unfortunately find no extra food left for him. Oh well. He still had some rations and bits left over. With some tough bread to chew on he left the kitchen to find a knock at the door. A visitor? Smurfing hell that was rare. Opening it he found it to be Papa Smurf. Nearly choking on the bread Archy invited him inside.
	“I did not think I would see you so soon.” Archivist spoke as he watched several assistants carry stacks of books inside and several teams of builders follow after. 
	“No time like the present!” Papa called out as he put the cane under his arm and pulled up two chairs from the neat stack. Surprisingly strong for someone that old. They sat down and got to work. Hunger easily ignored for the excitement of working with someone as legendary as Papa but also someone else that is just as smart as himself. Papa’s information was a mixture of stories and old retelling of events and some wisdom that he had picked up along the way. Every sentence had historical importance, the meaning and context had to be taken down with great care. Archy did not even notice the hammering and banging away in the far room with how much he had been getting into this and before he knew it Papa came to a stop. It was time for him to go. “Ah yes. Before I forgot your money. I have set up a little bi monthly trust fund for you to make sure that the books here and indeed all my knowledge is kept secure for the far future.” He explained as stretched out his back. A few cracks rang out as well as some groans.
	“That is very kind thank you. Hm those books you brought are all the ‘secret’ information you mentioned?” Archivist asked unable to control his curiosity. Papa gave him a nod. 
	“Make sure you keep a good eye on them.” He added as he left with the teams following shortly. The last of them stopped to give Archivist a set of keys. One for the front door and several for the basement. 

Curious Archy headed down into the newly made underground space to find a small but well made room with thick walls, dry air and just the right amount of light. It was clear that Papa knew quite a bit about paper preservation. Along the right wall stood a shelf that had large locked doors making it appear more like a cabinet. “Keep an eye on them.” I repeated to myself. Surely that had to have some kind of double meaning but well, it is much easier to look after something when you can check up on it. Flawed logic and dangerous curiosity fueled him as he unlocked the cabinet and look upon the rows of forbidden tomes. They ranged from rough notebooks to carefully bound tomes of many sizes. “Biology and Mythology of Snorks” hm that is strange, “Geomagical conversion?” Interesting. Oh and what is this huge book here, the text is so old and twisted but no surely this can not be. It is Gargamel’s spellbook! To think it is real… which means it is also real. The spells to use Smurfs as a fuel for powerful magic including immortality and the conversion of materia. I would be a fool to even look, no no, those are way too risky to even glance. So much to go over. I will have to give some a look later. Archy muttered to himself as he locked up the heavy cabinet once more and hooked the keys onto his pants. When he got back upstairs he found a small pouch on the table. Grabbing it he pulled it open to find a good 100 pebbles! That was enough to afford everything for at least a couple weeks, fresh food, hot water, carriage rides the list went on with what he could get. Excited he ran out the library without a moment of delay.

By the time he had finished his spree he was down quite the chunk of pebbles however he had a full stocked kitchen that should last until the end of the month as well as plenty of new decorations, research materials and book supplies. With just under 50 left he sat under the light of the rising moon and wondered to himself what else he could get. As if a sign he glimpsed a passing carriage that had a two female Smurfs talking to each. A women! I should have thought of that first, man what is wrong with me. He muttered with a shake of his head. Hopping off the crate he sat on Archy headed down the road with a spring in his step. On the south side of the south end is a quite glamorous building that looks out of place in the otherwise small and shabby pool of housing. Lit up in pink and red he had seen it many times but never had the money to even dare enter, not until today. Inside was warm and smelled strongly of perfumes. Behind a desk sat a bored looking male Smurf with a pink cap and a nail file. 
	“Um hello.” Archy began.
	“Sup and relax.” The guy answered back not even looking his way. “I can tell you are new here, so relax. Once you got that down, let me know what you are looking for.” 
“Oh alright.” Archy spoke walking up to the desk. He looked around the room and took a moment. “I suppose it would the cheapest?” He finally admitted. 
“Hah! If I had a pebble for every time I heard that. Here is the times.” The guy replied 
taking a piece of colorful card out from the desk and sliding it over. Archy looked over it and went pale. He read over it again and again but could not believe it. 
	“This can not be right. For an hour it would cost more than 300 pebbles!” 
	“Yup. Listen little dude, there is hundreds of guys but only a handful of gals and of them not all are available. You want an hour of time, you gotta make it worth it. Start saving, I am sure you could afford it eventually.” He blinked and glanced over just as Archy had stormed out of the building. If he had a pebble every time this happened he could afford all the girls he wanted. 

Archy was truly mad. It did not happen often but right now he could feel nothing but irritation. Why were there so few females, how dare they ask for such insane prices. He muttered and boiled away to himself as he marched through the streets. He stopped suddenly. Turning back and looking into a shop window that was still lit up he had a thought. It was small at first but he put the pieces together and it started to spread like wildfire in his mind. Heading into the shop he throw the pouch down and started to ask some questions. 25 pebbles was the price. Tomorrow the date. He grinned and agreed. Shaking the hand of the sculptor he headed through the rows of pale blue statues of various Smurfs and left the shop with renewed strength. He had a plan all right and not a lot of time either. Running back to the library he headed straight to the basement. 

Come the next morning he woke up he heard someone knocking on the door. Ah god my head, I overdid it last night. Hm oh the door, please don’t be Papa I could not deal with him right now at all. Thankfully it was not, it was instead the sculptor that had something under a sheet. Thanks to a tiny little wagon he easily rolled inside and placed it down beside the table. 
	“What did you say you needed this for again?” He asked.
	“Research of course. I am doing some anatomical studies of female attractiveness through a mathemagical lens. Or in another way, you ever wondered why a girl is hot despite you barely seeing any?" Archy replied casually, trying to not sound like he rehearsed that several times. 
	“Whoa you are right. Good luck.” The sculptor answered before leaving Archivist to his work. Locking the door behind him he carefully wheeled the covered statue across into the new wing. Heavy enough to prove a struggle but small enough to be manageable at least. The main area had been rearranged last night with an open space in the middle of it and several bags or boxes of materials lay scattered about besides all the books. Chalk, brick dust, blue clay powder, the bark of a white willow tree just to name a few. Wheeling the statue into the center of all this he cracked his knuckles. Grabbing Papa’s old notebook he had left on a crate he flicked through once more. It had taken him all night to find this spell, not just a spell no but THE spell. Geomagical conversion. Every Smurf knew it for just how important it was to them but to think Papa would just hand it over in some old dusty notebook. Tired he ran through the instructions and many notes before giving himself a nod. Pulling the sheet off the statue he looked he gave it a look over, simple and smooth, even bald, but the spell did state anything missing would be fixed. Out a bag he got two small items that he had picked up from the tailor and while getting them in place proved tricky he did eventually sort it. It was time. Mixing the dust and oils together he formed a greasy wax which then was painted in circles and squares around the covered statue. On each main intersection of the lines he put a mixture of wood and tinder along with pieces of gold together. Long dried hay, several orange flowers, several metals and more was placed at the statue’s feet. Every step was careful but done without thinking. He fell into a natural grace of simply doing and before he could know it everything had been put into place. Lighting each of the wood piles a thick smoke rose and started to swirl around the statue in the middle. Archy flicked through the pages of the notebook just to check once more that everything was perfect, the materials, the blue clay…. He let out a yawn from the lack of sleep. There was also naming but that sounded easy so he placed the book down and waited as the smoke spun and boiling into a sphere, cracks of light like lightning rolling under clouds shot out but just as it started to die down, it exploded. A searing shockwave sent him smashing into the far wall. 

When he came to he found himself lying on a makeshift bed made of cloth on the floor. The smell of ash and burning jolted him away, the ritual. His mind raced and while his body hurt he pulled himself off the floor. Slowly he moved into the wing to find his nightmares had come true. The statue was gone, all his books lay in piles of still glowing ash. My work… everything gone. Sitting on the floor he stood staring. At least the library is safe and I did not die. Wait. Who saved me? Just as he had thought it he heard soft footsteps walking out of the kitchen and into the main room behind him. With a chill running down his back he stood up slowly. The steps got closer. He could not decide to look, has he had been caught, was it Papa? Standing up straight he ignored the pain in his side and turned around to find not Papa but a tall Smurf. A girl! With long, thick, hair that dragged across the ground despite it being all tied up in white ribbons. Good use of the spare tablecloth has a makeshift dress as well, even if it… very… mm short. Wait, she has spots? No, a few purple freckles on that… perfect cobalt skin. Beautiful, radiant. His heart hurt from how hard it beat in his chest. She is perfection. An angel! She is...
And then she tripped on her own feet and splattered her face into the bowl she was carrying.
	“Oh I falled over.” She cried out as she sat up with a pout. Dumb as a brick.

Sitting at the table he watched her in the kitchen trying to remake the bowl of porridge that she had made. Slow and having to stop every so often to lick a bit more off her face he could only stare. It worked. She is exactly what i wanted besides the pebbles for brains and lack of grace. Returning to him again she managed to put the bowl down on the table without any issues this time. Looking at her she just smiled at him back. Pointing at the bowl she looked down and then back up. She blinked and finally remembered she had forgot to get a spoon. Rushing back she returned to him with one. The porridge was in fact more like cereal that had melted. 
	“What is my name?” She asked. Oh right to finalize the spell you need to name the newly made Smurf. She is clumsy, not very good at cooking and seems to be not all there with the thinking department but she is only like an hour old to be fair. It should represent her. All those curves, the freckles, that lovely fiery hair. S-so pretty… 
Losing track of his thoughts he muttered, “Oh my… Sexy.” 
“I like that.” She replied with a giggle. 
“No I mean… Wait. You do?” Archy stammered out. She smiled and nodded. He could not think, she had not much to think on. They just stared at each other for long minutes until he moved forward and kissed her. His blood felt hot.
“You taste nice!” Sexy said licking her lips. With a swing to her hips, that he had thought was because of the lack of balance, and went over to look around the room more. He looked to the door in front of him, then to the kitchen, to her, to the bowl in front of him and then straight ahead. Oh Smurf me. Leaping off the chair he rushed to the door to find it still locked. Heading back he ran all the way upstairs. She gave a head tilt and started to walk over but by the time she reached the stairs he had already started to run back down. In one hand a heavy journal and the other a pencil.

Slamming it down he flicked several dozen pages along and then gave a nod. Rushing over he went to grab her arm but stopped.
	“Can I touch you?” He asked. 
	“Of course silly, anywhere…” Sexy replied but cut off as he pulled her over to the table. He looked over her from several angles, in between each returning to add something to the book. The speckles seem to be due to the clay they used. The excess gold I thought would enhance her instead seems to have become fused to each ear much like jewelry. The amount of materials as well giving way too much hair, and the two tone nature is also wrong. Not to mention the gold colored eyes and darker skin. She is barely a Smurf… and yet. She is more beautiful than any of the girls I have seen. Sitting and staring he had one hand slowly writing down his thoughts. “Archy want to write down this too?” She asked as she pulled the sheet off her body and let dropped it on the floor. His eyes nearly fell out of his head. Unable to control his hands he placed them on her sides and felt up her body. Rich and tanned she had a warmth like a hot summer day and skin so soft, so smooth, that she did not feel real. The breasts are massive! He thought to himself as he prodded the small handfuls of chest she had. Running his hands down her sides he stopped and stood staring between her legs. Freckled and smooth like the rest of her... His face burned a deep shade of purple.

Biting his lip he took once more glance to the door before letting her go and grabbing a chair from the table. Whipping it around he dropped his pants and sat down. Her eyes went down to give a stare back at his own most private of areas, the gaze falling hot against him. Her head tilted to the side and she gave him a cute, slow, blink. 
	“Well? You are a girl, so do that sex stuff.” He said feeling nervous. Torturously slow she left her spot at the table and stepped closer, the sway and bounce of her body being even more delicious now it was bare. She reached a hand out and placed it on his knee, eyes looking so intently at him. Then she lifted those golden eyes up to meet his. Archy could feel her breath.
	“What is sex?” Sexy asked with a tone so oblivious that he could feel the disappointment punch him straight through the chest. 
	“What?” He asked unable to believe it. 
	“S-ex, is it a game? Is that thing sex?” Sexy asked pointing down at him. “It looks different to my squishy!” She added giving it a small poke with her finger. Archivist let out a long groaning sigh and adjusted the glasses sitting on his nose. 
	“That is a penis. Sex is a recreational act done by two, or more, Smurfs for the sake of fun.” He explained before thinking to himself. “I can only choose one girl though so if you wanted to have lots of amazing fun you would have to only choose me?” He asked not daring to look her in the eyes. 
	“Sexy already did silly. Sexy loves you.” Sexy spoke causing him to untense. 
	“Great so get on your knees, ye like that and then we just… hm.” Archy explained as he grabbed her hair and pushed his erection across her plump lips. Right, teeth… He thought to himself just as he was about to shove it further. 
	“Is this sex?” Sexy asked again looking down to his fumblings. 
	“Yes. Sort of… just open up and treat it very carefully.” He added already getting twitchy. As soon as she parted her lips he yanked her head forward and sighed. Waaaaarm. He pulled her forward until her nose was resting against his belly before sitting back and getting comfy. Archy could feel her shudder and shift her tongue across him as she knelt not moving a muscle.

For all his education and study he had no idea what he was doing. This was not the same at all to his nightly self pleasuring. The slick saliva that poured out of her mouth made things feel different to his hand. There was no rapid movements, almost none at all, as she kept those plush lips kissed at his base the entire time and let the rest of her do the work. A tongue that had never yet tasted food, a throat that had yet to swallow anything. Far more virgin than anyone could reasonably dream of and yet he sat here all the same using both as his toys. It took time, every second no less delightful, for her to work out a few things. Sucking. Licking. Swallowing. Her golden eyes watched every movement on his face no matter how small for any reaction. If it worked she did it more, if not then she tried something else. He did not need much. The heat of her mouth alone was enough. Everything else was one delicious treat after the next until he sat pawing at her thick firey hair, trying to push himself further than possible, as he dribbled and sputtered a lifetime of frustration and desperation down her throat. 
He sat gasping for air for minutes until finally looking her in the eyes and giving her a weak push to back off. She crawled away some steps and sat down on the floor. Eyes foggy, a lurid mess running down her chin. Breath so hot in the air he could see it dance. 
	“Sex is fun.” Sexy eventually said while lapping hungrily at the mess he had left on her face. Nodding in agreement Archy pulled his pants up and stood up. Wobbling a little he found his balance and stepped forward but ended up slipping on a puddle of something slick that now covered the floor in front of his chair. Crashing into Sexy she groaned and he sighed. Wiping his hand off on her chest he clicked his tongue. 
	“Clean up your mess already.” Archy spoke annoyed before going to the kitchen.

As he came back he found her happily licking her mess off the floor. Putting the drink on the table he rushed over and yanked her head off the floor. 
“No! Bad!” Archivist scolded. “Do not eat anything off the floor. Use a cloth and water.” He instructed before letting her head go. “And be quiet for a bit. I got to focus.” With that he took his chair and went back to the table to continue his note making. I need to get accurate readings of her body temperature but I could swear she is warmer than normal. Her internal temp as well does seem to be abnormal. I can confirm that the skin is not all flushed as I first thought but rather is fully tanned, her own blush is slight but noticeable enough to not be worrying. I will keep an eye on her for any other signs of fever, infection, or complications lest she break so soon into things. Flicking a page over he tapped on the table. Tongue length is not too notable but the lack of any laryngeal spasms is quite strange. Even so I am quite thankful for it, I would hate to have to clean up any more messes today. After fifteen minutes of writing he looked up he see her still carefully cleaning the floor, every movement she took being double checked for errors. Even now her arousal still ran heavily down her legs and kept making more of a mess on the floor, as she would clear one spot another would be made. Archy found himself smiling, almost laughing, at the whole thing. Even so the reaction it caused was more than noticeable. Putting down his pencil he shrugged and stretched his arms out. Taking his pants off he headed over and knelt down next to her. She did not pay him much attention as he shuffled about and pulled her over to him but he kept fidgeting. “Damn hardwood.” He muttered. “Get up, we are going upstairs instead.” Archy added as he stood up and already headed for the stairs. 

Sexy was quick to hop over to the large windows for her first look of the city while he headed over to the bed. Watching her rush about from window to desk as she took in everything never got any less cute. Smurfs she is hot. A few fantasies of what was to come ran through his head but breaking out of his daydreams he stood up and blushed. He had overlooked something.
“S-sexy come over here.” Archy called out. “I want you to just stand here for a moment.” He added as she came over with a cute bounce to her step. Once in place he stood up still blushing. Looking away from her he closed his eyes and put his hand on her waist. Sliding it down and around he reached between her legs. Hm. Warm and kind of squishy. Seems quite functional, not shallow at all. Oh, wait, is she… oh well, what about… As Archy continued his prudent exploration Sexy stood shuddering, her back arched, heels raised but just as he got started he roughly pulled his hand out of her. Ignoring the cute squeak he had caused he sniffed his hand. Fruity?. Wiping the ample sticky fluids off his hand, and onto her chest, he grabbed one of her hands and gave the palm a lick. She IS fruity. Amazing. Realizing she was giggling at him he stopped and dropped her hand. 

Hopping onto the bed he patted his lap. “Take a seat.” Archy stated. She paused for a moment to work out her rights from her lefts but by putting her legs either side of his hips she managed to sit on his lap. 
	“What doing?” Sexy asked again, all grins and energy.
	“Sex, a different kind.” Archivist spoke while pointing downwards. “This is your vagina, not squishy, think of it like a second mouth but only for sex.” He explained. She would nod as he explained some biology to her but the only thing she really understood was, penis in vagina good. Putting his hands on her hips she in turn grabbed his shoulders for balance and let him move her forward and back. Once she got used to the rotations he pulled her up a little and then forward. Sticking out her tongue she made not a sound as she felt him poke her just in the right spot before pushing hard as far as it would go.
	“Oh!” Sexy finally said in a long drawn out sigh.
	“G-great stuff, oh, your turn now.” He stammered out as he let go of her hips. She felt oppressively hot and had this thickness to her insides her mouth did not, he could not even explain it. Hands holding him tightly she awkwardly pulled herself up before slowly going down. Too slow. She tried again, lifting and then dropping but it felt too hard. Wiggling hips around she used both legs and arms this time and on the second bounce realized she knew this game already. With the same pace as her hand she drove him deep over and over again. Hips smaking on her her own. Archivist did little but sit cross eyed and panting while Sexy giggled and bounced.
	“This is fun!” Sexy called out. “Do you feel good?” She added. “I feel good. Tingly but I wish I could taste you. My second mouth is silly. Fun but silly. Can we have mouth sex again later? Or after this! Let me go faster, you like faster yes? Faster faster faster!” Sexy continued to droll on until he put a finger to her lips. Smurfs alive the mouth on her, are all women like this? Surely not for the price.
	“I… Need a minute.” Archy said lifting and pushing her off himself before shuffling his way further onto the bed and laying down with his head on a pillow. Patting his lap she quickly sat back down on him but before she could say anything he reached up and grabbed one of her hands. Closing it he took her thumb and shoved it into her mouth. Her eyes lit up and then went soft. A warm dripping on his legs telling him she like his idea. 

With her thumb keeping her both quiet and heavily aroused she used the other hand to try and work out how to put him back inside her. He watched as she shuffled from one knee to the other trying to work out the oldest of puzzles while innocently sucking on her hand. Adorable. 
Archivist let his voice be heard as she finally got her weight in the right place and once more he sank down into that heavenly warm place others would have to pay a fortune for. Yes. All mine. He mouthed silently to himself. Slow, deliberate and yet so clumsy. The rhythm broken by a shudder mid raise or a readjustment on the fall. He loved it. Looking down however he could not see much other than her eager face and arms.
	“Put your hands behind you.” He ordered lazily. Cutely she took her hand slowly off his chest to find balance and then once she found it, she reached back until she found his legs to lean back on. She felt tighter like this. More friction as he was forced to grind against her walls with every movement. A welcome side effect to the now clear view he had in front of him. Plump, tanned, lips speckled with a few beautiful dots eagerly accepting everything he had without a word of complaint. So slick the sheets would need a double washing. So warm that he could fall asleep inside of her, if not for the intense pounding in his chest. The squeaks she made counted the moments, one for every luscious plunge into her body. The room stank of sweat and blueberries. A mix that paired with the lost innocence and desperate lust perfectly. 

He did not know how long they had been there. In the attic of his newly built home. The outside world blind to the shameful acts he was committing through the fogged glass of the windows. She sweat and squeaked and stank so heavenly but through closed eyes and shaking legs she kept going. A twitch, a twist. A loving pull. Every movement true to her name, Sexy. In the haze of lurid acts and heated breathing he stumbled into his own climax. Ungraceful and raw he painted the flushed perfection of her pussy in small splatters. 

Ah, wow. The first thing that went through his head as he woke up. The bed underneath him felt uncomfortably moist. His body a mix of numb and sore. Groaning Archy noticed an arm over his chest. Sexy still lay next to him with her hand resting on her face. Hair now out of place and stuck to her glistening body she drooled without shame with lazy eyes looking nowhere. Nudging her Sexy’s eyes focused and with a blink looked back at him. Pulling the hand out of her mouth she took a fresh breath of air and cracked her jaw. A weak smile still forming.
	“Sex is fun.” Sexy repeated like a whisper before yawning.
	“You are filthy.” Archy replied, stroking her chin. Pushing her arm of himself he got up out of bed and stretched. “Come on, I am not sleeping in a bed like that.” He complained. Placing his glasses down he went for the bathroom. Ah lovely hot water. Nothing better right now. With the plug in the shower would soon enough turn into a bath. Until then it washed away the sweet fruity stink of her as well as his own. Wondering why she was taking so long he stepped out of the shower and poked his head around the door to find her sitting on the floor… “No no no!” He shouted as he made a run for it.

Enjoying the shower he took another look over to make sure she was still using the toilet correctly. He sighed and shook his head. 
	“How come you know how to make porridge but not use a toilet. Really.” He spoke out loud. “How much DO you know for that matter? You seem quite dumb.” Archy added. 
	“Sexy is me. I am smurf. I love Archy. Sex is fun, vaginy not bad. Milk is sweet, cereal is sweet, together makes sweeter!” She listed out almost proudly. 
	“Well at least you learn quick but I feel I got a lot of work ahead of me.” Archy admitted as she stepped into the shower and quickly stole the spot directly under the torrent of water. Face raised up and eyes closed she looked as happy as ever. Undoing the ribbons on her hair he threw them outside of the shower. Now free Sexy’s hair looked like spun gold dipped into fire. Once thick and flowing it soon hung limp around her. Grabbing some soap he looked her over. “I might as well teach you how to keep clean. After sex, using the toilet, any mess, smurfs if you even think you are not clean enough then go double check...” He spoke getting more and more distant. He cracked a smile. “No point cleaning you twice in one night though…” At that she looked around to him and let out a big grin herself. All too quick to drop to her knees for him.