Horrorcow Blue Moon Nursery by Smurf in Hand - Baby Smurf Gore/Snuff/Torture Pornography

[DykesDykesChina]

Given this started out "innocent" I want to assume the author has some sort of mental condition that makes him akin to a toddler.

In the story, the narrator mentions several times he has a degree in zoology. If this is true (I hope not), it casts an even more horrifying light on the whole debacle.

 

[Peanut]

Uhhh.

This is after the runt baby gets tossed around in the dryer. I legit don't understand how the readers didn't get that Smurf in Hand was clearly writing the story with one hand. That image...

The Runt’s seared, chapped, and bruised skin made changing its diapers an agonizingly painful ordeal for it. A sopping wet and soiled diaper would cause a baby smurf intolerable discomfort and before long the wee one would be irritably squeaking for attention. The poor Runt however learned swiftly to stifle her complaints. The Runt’s silent suffering merely delayed the inevitable dreaded diaper change. Sooner or later the dirty diaper’s unmistakably noxious odor would betray her condition to us, undermining the helpless Runt’s feeble ploy. The sniveling little creature would look pleadingly up into our eyes, beseeching us please not to “hurt” her yet again. That sorry gaze of hers pained my heart greatly and I’d often envision it whenever I closed my eyes. We’d always perform the diaper task as gently as we possibly could, but there simply wasn’t a baby’s wipe in existence soft enough. The undersized smurfling’s scorched, chapped skin, already stinging and inflamed by her baby “mess”, was appallingly sensitive and she’d yelp louder and louder with each wipe. Even the extra gently formulated baby-smurf powder stung her sore bottom. This once routine (and often even fun when we used it as an excuse to tickle her) procedure now always began with apprehensive whimpering and culminated in miserable howling with rivers of tears.

 

[cuddle striker]

I think you're over analysing this smurf torture porn a little.

Patently impossible, you can't analyze this enough. If there was ever a justified call for dox, this would be it. I want to know where this person sleeps, where they eat. I want to see how much insanity they show in their non-smurf-hurtcore life. I want to lay bets on their profession, and see their face.

I want to know what evil lies in the hearts of men.

 

[Peanut]

You don't paint giant human faces on the walls of human infant nurseries...

Also this:

I checked out that Vic George guy's profile and he seems pretty incredible too. In contrast to Smurf in Hand's :horrifying: stories he seems totally harmless, but he's clearly on a higher level of autism than most of us. I say this because he's at least in his 50s, has edited the Smurfs wiki over 50,000 times and has written over 60 longform Smurfs fanfictions since the 1980s revolving around Empath, his psychic Smurf OC:

He's also a Christian and has the Smurfs (or at least some of them) convert to Christianity in his stories. Amazingly, the timeline of events for his fanfiction starts with this:

 

[Cripple]

Patently impossible, you can't analyze this enough. If there was ever a justified call for dox, this would be it. I want to know where this person sleeps, where they eat. I want to see how much insanity they show in their non-smurf-hurtcore life. I want to lay bets on their profession, and see their face.

I want to know what evil lies in the hearts of men.

The only reason I watch this thread is for the hallowed day the dox are released.

 

[Android raptor]

I wonder, does Smurf in Hand have an internet footprint outside of the forum he posted his fapfic on? You'd think he wouldn't be able to keep his deviancy contained to just one site.

I also wonder about the identity of the friend he mentioned helping him come up with ideas, including torso baby smurf. Is it someome else on the forum or...?

 

[Fareal]

Uhhh.

This is after the runt baby gets tossed around in the dryer. I legit don't understand how the readers didn't get that Smurf in Hand was clearly writing the story with one hand. That image...

Story time.

My youngest was born a few weeks early, and was born with her skin a bit more fragile than usual as a result. She was also born with a sore rash including on her wee bum. (Yes this is possible, no i too did not know that until she was born.)

It took a few weeks to clear up and it was clearly agony for her despite creams and fresh air and cooled boiled water being used to clean her, etc etc.

I just read this extract above and i would like to punch this individual's face in. There is a lack of basic human empathy for something tiny and suffering outlined in this, along with a horrible suspicion that this person has actually seen this happen to an irl baby, that makes me facepunchy.

Idgaf if that is aloggy.

 

[cuddle striker]

I wonder, does Smurf in Hand have an internet footprint outside of the forum he posted his fapfic on? You'd think he wouldn't be able to keep his deviancy contained to just one site.

he's gotta have a presence. even if it's wiki editing references to smurfs in pop culture, or posting appreciative comments on fan art of them that he can later trace.

I dug a little but then I realized there might be breadcrumbs closer to the surface, so I went back up. There's a smurf wiki, and the people who have the most edits on the article "smurf hospital" are as follows:

the sole comment on that page.

1. our friend who has commented on the blue buddies thing, not our target but his page is pretty full of weirdness of course (his av is the cross and safety pin)



2. this woman (?) who also added the photos to "dentist smurf" and a few other pages

3. donking10.

I have an odd feeling about him. even if he's not our pet monster, he's got some interesting things going on elsewhere online.

"equestria"

I'm going to glance around at the other people on bigger sites who edit possibly-related pages just out of curiosity. I feel like the person who wrote the hurtcore isn't going to be bragging about it, but probably won't be able to hide their weirdness very well.

 

[Anustart]

Whoever described that story as "ritualistic" earlier in the thread was spot on. That's really the glaring mark of fetishism to me (or was before the story started being literally about smurf torture). In these fetish stories you always see the random little thing the author fetishizes described over and over and over and over, almost identically every time, in this case the smurf tails and squeezing the smurf tails and stroking the smurf tails and how sensitive and soft and round and spongy the smurf tails are.

I'm guessing the person who wrote the story is older than average, but maybe that's just because the font, art, and writing give me a "Web 1.0 furry" vibe.

And then all the other posters sound like oblivious grandmothers who genuinely have no idea that he has an ulterior motive for writing about the psychology of a smurf who's been molested.

eta: I didn't realize how dead this thread was because I'm exceptional.

 

[Chris did nothing wrong]

I decided to wait until I had this whole tale finished from its harsh beginning to happy ending before posting it. I didn’t want anyone’s last thoughts of this precious baby smurf to have to linger for over a week on the little one’s hardships before I provided the conclusion.

The ordeal

I arrived at the municipal shelter and signed in to enter the area where the animals were being housed. Another S.M.U.R.F. supporter had tipped me off that there was a smurf baby being held here, and that its treatment by the staff was callous at best. The Blue Moon Nursery had room for one more baby smurf and I had been authorized to rescue the little one if possible. Any place with lots of larger animals, especially of cats, made baby smurfs very nervous so my lady friend was caring for Blueberry back at the nursery during this excursion.

I passed cage after cage of dogs, cats, and rabbits until my guide brought me to a dingy little corner where there sat a small wire cage just big enough for a single hamster. I was stunned by the sight before me. There in the confines of that little cage was an unusually small runt of a baby smurf and an ADULT SMURF! I’ve seen a smurfette before when I’d met Tatlerette, but this here was a male of the species. The pitiful little baby smurf had been trying to cover her smooth bare crown with a tuft of mildewed straw from the cage floor. By the forlorn and anxious look in its eyes the sparse covering provided a poor substitute for the feeling of security baby smurfs derived from their special little hats.

Suddenly conscious of my staring, the grown smurf’s cheeks flushed in shame. The poor little creature had been divested of his traditional white pants and hat for “sanitary reasons”. I was about to protest the humiliating way that this sentient being was being treated when a new horror commenced to take place as a brutish staff member appeared with a bucket of soapy water, two clothespins, and an extension hose.

The smurf’s eyes grew wide in fright and picking up the naked baby runt, clutched her tightly and backed into the far corner of their cage.

“You can’t Smurf this to us again!” the tiny blue adult’s voice squeaked in protest as the terrified baby smurf started bawling.

The worker ignored its pleas and opening the cage door, reached out to grab them.

“No! Not the baby! Please!”

The runty blue infant yelped in pain as she was gripped tightly by one of her soft round ears and wrenched from the arms of her protector. The tiny thing was then repeatedly dunked into and swished around the bucket of soapy water, screeching and spluttering each time her little head broke the water’s surface. When the little smurfling was lifted out for the last time it was affixed to an overhead piece of twine by a clothespin clamped onto her tender pea of a tail.

The adult smurf’s was grabbed next, squirming as he was subjected to the same routine, except that a piece of string was used to bind his wrists behind him and that he was hung by his bulbous, fleshy nose.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful it must be for the smurf’s big tender nose to be so tightly clenched by that clothespin. The adult male smurf’s tears flowed freely as he sobbed in abject misery.

The wee little baby smurf’s hysterical squeals tore at my heart. Her soft, sensitive smurf tail was being grotesquely squashed by the clothespin’s grip while her delicate teensy eyes stung from contact with the soapy water.

Finally the man pulled the trigger on the hose’s spray head and aiming it drenched the miserable little blue creatures with ice-cold water. He then took down each of the wet, shivering smurfs and dropped them back into their cage. As the baby’s crying died down to a pathetic whimper I spoke up.

“I need to take this baby smurf to our nursery, she can’t survive the treatment in here!”
I didn’t dare overtly protest further though. I wanted no red tape from these people to impede my rescue effort.

My guide responded “ The baby is going to a pet store tomorrow, they already signed for it.” He seemed to anticipate my next question “I don’t know which shop, except that it’s local”

I left the shelter and immediately began looking up the address and phone numbers of every pet store in the area. I wanted to make sure I found the poor little smurfling before someone bought it. Most people didn’t realize how much care a baby smurf required and after the novelty wore off they were usually dumped at shelters like this one.

I thought about the adult smurf. There wasn’t much I could do for him at the moment but while my guide was distracted I’d dropped a paper clip into the smurf’s cage. It had a simple looking lock on it and perhaps the smurf could open it. Anywhere had to be better that that place…

From cage to cradle


Around the corner I heard a sharp rapping on glass punctuated by someone barking “Freak!” followed by adolescent chortling. I rounded the corner too late to catch the culprit. It was late afternoon and the window belonged to the last pet shop on my list. On display inside a hamster cage was the obvious object of the teenager’s torment. Started by the sudden noise, the bewildered little baby smurf runt had tightly curled into a quivering little blue ball. The shop owner had decided to tie a single pink bow about the little thing’s tail. Entering the shop I immediately inquired about purchasing the diminutive creature. As it turned out while several patrons had been curious about the runt no other offers to buy it had yet been made.

Money exchanged hands and I left the store with my new “pet”. I had to leave it locked in the wire cage during the drive to the nursery lest the poor creature panic and crawl underfoot while I was trying to drive the car. Reaching the nursery I set the cage down on the examination table. The nurse removed the little blue rodent and examined it thoroughly. The runt was kept in isolation for a couple days while its bruised tail healed and my lady friend sewed it some especially small clothing. In the mean time I checked back at the animal shelter and discovered that the adult smurf had “somehow unlocked his cage and escaped during the night”. I hoped he’d eventually make it safely back home. It was know that some birds would allow smurfs to ride them.

Over the next two days time the traumatized little being learned not to fear the humans at the nursery. It would probably always be a little skittish but the time had at last come to properly introduce her to her new home.


The other smurf baby’s crawled and scooted over to the tiny runt as I set her down in her lovingly made little pink outfit and hat. Curious squeaking ensued as teensy blue hands gently grasped at the newcomer’s plump nose and tail. Having been accepted by the other babies, the little runt was soon crawling and tumbling about on the thick playroom carpet with the others. Their happy little baby smurf noises and giggles filled the nursery.

When naptime came the little runt clumsily tried to climb into a small wicker basket where Blueberry already lay. I slipped my finger beneath her soft little bottom and gently lifted her until she rolled headfirst inside with a squeak. Tucking the little one beneath the blanket with Blueberry I stepped away. Blueberry turned toward his new napping companion and began to softly coo as he nuzzled the runt’s cheek with his soft blue nose. The little smurfling appeared to truly enjoy his affection. Her adorable wee blue face beamed with happiness as she began cooing as well in a sweet little way I’d never heard from any baby smurf. When the two Lilliputian infants finally drifted into a peaceful slumber I noticed them holding hands…

Hey Hand in Smurf, your last chapter inspired me to draw this pic:

It reminded me of one of the chapters from "The Smurfette Village" when Toughette confessed to Hefty that she was nearly a science experiment when a human captured her when she was but a smurfling. If Mama Smurf hadn't come to her rescue she would have been stabbed by a large needle. Because of that experience Toughette became afraid of any needles.

I had the idea that she'd be the leader of a band of escaped smurfs from these so called nursery's. Their mission: to break in and rescue mistreated baby smurfs and take them to the safety of a smurf villages.

Enjoy!

 

[Jaimas]

UNICEF was wrong.

We should have finished the job to spare their suffering.

 

[DykesDykesChina]

An idea:
Maybe @Fancy Bear is able to identify and dox that Smurf tail fetish horrorcow? Put these Russian hacking skills to good use!

 

[Trombonista]

The photo hands almost make this shit funny.

 

[The Un-Clit]

Wow, I missed this horrorshow first time around. I'm so fucking jaded by now this dosen't move me in the slightest.

My soul is dead.

 

[OtterParty]

Wow, I missed this horrorshow first time around. I'm so fucking jaded by now this dosen't move me in the slightest.

My soul is dead.

Have you tried walking around your college campus, discussing grisly crime scene details into an RCA handheld voice recorder? It's necessary if you want to achieve verisimilitude. The point I'm trying to make is that there's a good line between reality and fiction. For me, the suffering that the victims of my killers endure is unbearable, and keeps me up nights. For these psychopaths, writing fictional acts of sadism on innocents may be a pragmatic means of unleashing otherwise socially unacceptable behavior, or worse, warm-up sessions for real world carnage. The scary thing is the ambiguity. For all we know, this could be the work of a really good troll. Still, great find, OP. Keep us posted.

 

[The Un-Clit]

Have you tried walking around your college campus, discussing grisly crime scene details into an RCA handheld voice recorder? It's necessary if you want to achieve verisimilitude. The point I'm trying to make is that there's a good line between reality and fiction. For me, the suffering that the victims of my killers endure is unbearable, and keeps me up nights. For these psychopaths, writing fictional acts of sadism on innocents may be a pragmatic means of unleashing otherwise socially unacceptable behavior, or worse, warm-up sessions for real world carnage. The scary thing is the ambiguity. For all we know, this could be the work of a really good troll. Still, great find, OP. Keep us posted.

Sure, I was being hyperbolic, but still this is the work of a pretty fucked up mind. The scariest part being that indeed, it's hard to tell if this WAS a troll doing a 'slow boil a pot of frogs' troll, or a sincerely fucked up indivdual.

The fact that the author went silent and never reposted on the boards again since 2009 could go to either camp: a troll who got bored of the trolling attempt since it seemed no one was biting and everyone on the board seemed to love the work, or a complete reprobate who is currently in jail or dead because he acted out his baby smurf tortures on kittens or something IRL.

 

[FBI_Nigger]

I don't recall seeing this thread but something told me not to click it when I saw it in the index. Why did I have to click it? The fact that this legit tickles people's 'fancy' just makes me feel... uh, whew...

 

[JimboManiac]

i wonder what Smurf in Hand is up to today

probably drawing baby smurf porn in prison

 

[DoctorJimmyRay]

This is way too similar to fluffy culture for my liking.

 

[Meowthkip]

i wonder what Smurf in Hand is up to today

probably drawing baby smurf porn in prison

I imagine Smurf in Hand hanging around flea markets, scouring toy bins for old Smurf figurines, maybe searching the internet for someone who will make him a custom baby Smurf plush to molest...