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Identity Crisis. Chapter II.

Cartoon porn story:  Identity Crisis. Chapter II.

He entered and was greeted by the elder who cordially offered him a seat and some tea. The room was very orderly, yet could just as easily not have been. It was a laboratory of sorts, filled with alchemy potions and walls packed with books of all types. Some of the potions were fuming with as diverse colors as the liquids which emitted them. Smurf had only seen the room once and still was deeply impressed by it. But he quickly remembered why he was there.

“Papa Smurf,” he said, taking the cup of tea the elder smurf was offering, “I… I want a name.”

The red garbed smurf sat in front of the nameless one and nodded gravely. Encouraged, Smurf related his tale of identity crisis and how he felt faceless among the community.

“I don’t feel like I have a purpose here. You lead, Handy does machines, Hefty is the strongest, Brainy… Well I’m not sure what Brainy’s purpose is, but he has a distinct personality, that’s for sure.”

“He’s a book worm,” Papa explained. “He helps me often with my research, more often than you see.”

“What do I do? What is my purpose?”

“Well, I know you are good at gathering food. You always bring some very flavorful ingredients. I know I can depend on you when I send you out to the forest. I also know that you enjoy those games of smurfball.”

Papa Smurf proceeded to describe the smurf in detail. He knew all of his likes and dislikes, his interests, his skills. It was as if the smurf had studied him all of his life, only Smurf knew that Papa Smurf had this kind of extensive knowledge on everyone in the village. It was heart warming, yet made him feel faceless at the same time.

“Well, I often send you out to do some harvesting, maybe you could be Harvest Smurf,” the elder smurf proposed, but Smurf vividly shook his head.

“No… I want to be unique Papa Smurf, I want a distinct character trait. I want to truly be different.”

“I understand.” The leader took a sip of his drink, lost in his thoughts. “You know, I may not be able to help you, because I understand you all too well. You want to distinguish yourself from the others, but you want something really personal to you as well. And that may well mean that you will have to find out for yourself who you want to be.” He closed his eyes for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, perhaps even recalling his youth. When Papa Smurf opened them once more, they were filled the warmth and love that a father should have. “Whatever you choose,” he said, “you know that you will always have a place here.”

“Thank you Papa Smurf,” Smurf said as he got up. Nothing had been resolved, yet he now felt confident that his identity was an arm reach away. He got up, saluted the red clothed Smurf once more, and left for his home.

The streets of the village were calmer now. Most of the other smurfs had already gone to bed, and it would be a matter of minutes before the rest did as well. Smurf returned home, lost in his thoughts, searching for the path to take, his path. It seemed so easy to take just any name and be done with it, but it wouldn’t bring the personal rewards he sought to just throw away this opportunity. He had the chance to become anyone he wanted, or almost. Smurf felt unique and wanted to reveal this uniqueness to the whole world. But he had no particular skill, at least nothing in which he was truly the best and he knew it, so perhaps his name could reflect something else, an uncommon interest or way of life.

‘A way of life,’ he thought again. Although he didn’t know why, he felt inspired by it. Few Smurfs chose an actual way of life different from their brethren. Lazy Smurf slept almost his whole day away, but was it really a lifestyle? But Smurf wasn’t trying to get out of work, only distinguish himself.

He sighed, realising that the answer wouldn’t come to him tonight. He went to his bedroom and started preparing for bed. He removed his pants and put them in the laundry basket. And then, as he was about to put on his pyjamas, Smurf saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked at himself for a long time, and finally a smile came to his lips. He had found an identity.

The next day, the smurf followed his usual routine as any other day. He woke up, stretched, took his shower as usual and soon found himself leaving his home, half led by the odor of breakfast in the warm summer air. But as soon as he stepped outside, the usual morning commotion stopped, all in his honor, to observe him.

The smurf had slept with his night cap and traded it for his usual day hat, but had not put on any pants. He was nude, revealing himself to the world. It was his choice, uncommon as it was and he felt excited about it. Some gasped, some giggled and others were just confused.

“Um, Smurf?” someone asked, approaching him with a smile. He was among those who thought the smurf was confused. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

“I didn’t forget,” the smurf smiled back. “I’ve decided that from now on, I would do away with the pants. I am proud of my body and wish to put it on display for all to see. You may call me… Nudist Smurf.”

A whisper among the crowd, the name could be heard several times at different places. There was no consensus, everybody had their own theory about what had happened to the smurf to make the choice of nudity. But no one contested him either, just as he had expected. If anyone was to step in, it would be Papa Smurf.

“What are you doing? You can’t go around nude!”

… Or Brainy Smurf, who arrived with his hands failing about to explain his claims.

“You are wearing no pants and in this village, everyone needs to wear pants. It’s common knowledge and tradition and Papa Smurf would not let you walk around without pants and he will see you and will tell you to put some on and…”

The reminder of his sentence was lost as Brainy was thrown away from the crowd as he always was. Regardless of how they felt towards Nudist Smurf, curiosity, confusion or other, Brainy always managed to divert attention back to himself long enough to be thrown out of the group. And now that he had, the others continued on their merry way to Chef’s kitchen, still peeking at the smurf’s nudity, but gradually simply accepting it as fact.

But of course, accepting did not dull out their curiosity. While waiting in line, the people around him asked a lot of questions about why he had decided to go about nude, if it was only for the day or something ongoing and the now popular smurf was only too happy to answer as truthfully as he could, but without going into the details of the drama. Finally, with his morning pastry in hand, he tried to find a seat. He noticed several hands waiving to him, and he was glad for it, but still chose to sit beside Smurf, with whom he had picked berries the day before. Smurf blushed, but said nothing.

Once the meal was over, Papa Smurf started distributing the roles of the day as he always did. Upon standing on his chair, Nudist Smurf noticed the leader looking directly at him, but he didn’t comment on the controversy. And as always, as the role calls were made, some names were omitted, because they had identities and some of them, like Vanity and Lazy, didn’t work well and had to be monitored too much.

“Yesterday we had a good collect of sarsaparilla leaves, but there are still more needed. Smurf, Smurf and Smurf, you three will go pick some more. As for the rest…”

“I’m sorry, Papa Smurf?” Nudist Smurf said as he got up. “I’d like to join the team getting the sarsaparilla leaves.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I might not want to have it as my name, but I do enjoy picking leaves and berries.”

“Alright then, go on.”

to be continued…

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