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Hollow Hallows Written by Leo_Todrius and Guderian

[Warning: The following contains very unusual content and was developed as a Halloween story, read at your own risk]

A bitter chill hung in the night air, fall giving way to winter already. A thick fog clung to the ground, rolling along in sheets and turning streets into rivers of the spooky stuff. High in the sky the moon lingered, half full, peering as if dazed after the season of reverie. The town itself seemed even deeper in its slumber than the moon, all but a few wayward souls moving through the night. For them Halloween and the days after had been a time for epic partying, drinking and carousing. The pranks of Halloween itself had not ended with the holiday. Houses had been toilet papered, decorations had been stolen and defiled... and the season was still young.

Stumbling along the streets, the offenders had made it all the way down to the end of the old Mill road. The mill was long gone, but the hillside leading up to the old site was left perfectly intact. In winter it made a great hill to sled down, but in the late fall it showed the remains of what it had been... a pumpkin patch. The patch supplied the entire town with their jack-o-lanterns for the year and was a source of joy and bliss for the children. With Halloween come and gone, it was a battlefield of crushed pumpkins, spilled squash guts and stray seeds. Vines made a web that clung to the hillside and the partially decayed remains of over forty carved jack-o-lanterns peered down from above, as if watching the miscreants. Some even held an oddly persistent glimmer of light, still clinging to life.

As the youths approached, they were headed up by a young man that acted as the leader of the pack. He demanded to be called 'Blade' even though his real name was far more mundane. Cold gray eyes peered out from under the shadow of his ratty hoodie. Spread tight over his chest as an old battered t-shirt with a neon green skull emblazoned on it, showing off his muscles, the fabric stretched even more over the hard metallic loops hanging from his nipples. His hair was grungy from days of partying, though it showed the remnants of being an impressive array of green spikes. Steam spilled from his lips as he breathed, but so did the smell of the booze he and his friends had been partaking of. A grin crossed his lips, his chin darkened by the stubble he had missed. He'd always meant to grow out a goatee but had never had the chance.

"Hey guys, looks like we found our ammo for the night." Blade said before advancing, running his tongue over his canine teeth as he jogged for the hill. His friends laughed when he caught the curb with one foot and stumbled a bit, but despite his drunkenness he stayed upright. Blade came to a stop, looking around, wondering how some of the pumpkins had managed to stay lit. Some of them were pretty rotten... Collapsed, green fuzz hugging or even filling the mouths... The eyes looked so dark and soulless, while the mouths seemed to look more sinister and devilish the more decayed they became.

Blade moved along the hill, thankful that his eyes had adjusted to such low light. He had never considered himself too grim or grizzly of a guy, but there was something comforting about being with the rotting jack-o-lanterns, as if he had found a world as corrupt as he saw the rest, and he could feel the growing sinister quality in his own heart. The world was corrupt, it might as well show it. As Blade advanced, his friends followed somewhat more reluctantly. The shortest of the group moved part way up the hill, brown shag hanging out of the corners of his hoodie almost like a mane.

"Doesn't just have to be ammo either, I bet we can do all sorts of stuff with them..." Came the rabid excitement of the gang's youngest member as he slurred his words a bit. Rex was only seventeen. He'd dropped out of school after being suspended for indecency a number of times. Then he'd adopted the name of his dog that had never been able to stop humping things. Blade was already forced to imagine what Rex had meant by his comment and decided not to comment.

Standing at the back of the group was Mitchell. Mitch had been Blade's neighbor for many years, though he'd known the boy as Gabe growing up. They'd fallen together as friends by coincidence, though when Blade had attempted school at least Mitch had helped him with his work... But Blade had dropped out, leaving the boy rather isolated in an unfriendly world. He'd found school easy but socializing impossible, and then he'd done the unthinkable... He'd dropped out. He'd joined up with Blade's gang, dyed his silky blond hair a dark black with punkish crimson highlights and he'd even gotten a septum piercing, but despite all that Mitch remained the logical one, the reluctant one, the innocent one. Even when drunk he seemed well composed.

"Are you sure we should be here guys?" Mitch called out, receiving his customary pair of derisive snorts from the others.

"If we try to get more beer Officer Williams will arrest us on sight, and we've got a noise complaint out on Baker street." Blade replied, his voice carrying across the hillside.

"The best thing to do is to stockpile these old pumpkins... Gather up the best ones to chuck at people." Rex grinned. Mitch felt his heart sink a little, but if they were committed to it he'd add his two cents worth.

"Well, if you really want to do this the best way... We should take inventory." Mitch said.

"Inventory?" Rex asked, shocked and dismayed.

"Yeah... Rather than lugging them all around... You go around, pick out the best ones... Then you don't waste effort." Mitch explained.

"Yeah, you don't want to waste any more effort, like school." Blade chuckled. Rex nodded with a grin on his face.

"So how... different should they be?" Rex asked, looking to Blade. Blade shrugged.

"Mitch seems like the man with a plan." He replied. Both looked to the black haired young man. Mitch swallowed a bit.

"Well... If we get them rotten enough, they'll splatter like water balloons, but we don't want them too nasty or they'll fall apart in our hands. A good test is how warm they are, cause actively rotting plant matter produces heat." Mitch said.

"So they're all... warm and... gooey inside?" Rex asked, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"Muzzle it Rex... We're not here for that." Blade said. Rex' eyes looked downcast at the ground. Blade looked around, realizing just how big the hillside was. It had to be almost three stories tall and it curved around out of sight, peering over the valley below... He took a breath, wishing he had another shot of vodka to down, "We should split up. Mitch, you take the far side. You'll handle the rocks better. I'll take the middle, Rex... You scope out this section, figure out where all the best ones are. Pick out some big ones too, we'll drop them off of the overpass." Blade said. The other two nodded and started heading out, leaving Rex to wander up the hill slowly. He looked around, trying to decide where to start from before he headed toward the upper left edge of the pumpkin patch.

Blade advanced toward the curve of the hill at a relaxed pace, watching Mitch head off eagerly to perform his duty. Blade often forgot that Mitch was as old as he was, the kid was so eager to please... But Blade had been damn proud of him when he'd gotten his nose pierced. He could have sworn Mitch would have gotten his choice of the ladies, but even then Mitch always stayed single, just preferring to stick close to their gang. Blade admired that loyalty... and then he realized that he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, a dangerous proposition when drunk. He turned back to look for Rex but the fog had been lifting off of the ground slowly, becoming a haze that blocked his friend from sight. All he could see back there was the dull orange glow of the jack-o-lanterns that were still lit.

"Spooky place..." Blade muttered, deciding that his current position was as good as any to start looking around.

****

As cold as the night air was, it was something that Rex had gotten used to after becoming a child of the night... It had been intoxicating becoming a deviant, hanging around with bad boys so much older than him. It was the only thing aside from sex to give him a thrill... Then again, being a bad boy got him so hard he couldn't thing straight... and it all became a vicious cycle. Rex moved along the hillside, picking up a small gourd, tossing it. The first tumbled along unimpressively. Rex moved, grabbing another. It was a bit warmer, a bit soft to the touch.He picked it up and tossed it. It wobbled awkwardly in the air as if its interior was uneven and as it hit, it exploded into a cloud of greenish mist. Rex grinned ear to ear in triumph, looking around... but there were no more gourds. He'd reached the top of the hill where many jack-o-lanterns had been settled... All of those faces gazing at him, Rex started to look around at them, to take stock of what could be their improvised highway bombs to drop on unsuspecting cars. Some had smiling toothy grins, other were smirking in a devilish fashion and a few oddballs had very wide mouths, as if to fit something.

As the juvenile walked, he was starting to get a very different sort of idea... All of those eyes, those mouths... Watching him, gazing at him, wanting him. Rex started to strut a bit, grinning wide, a hand moving to caress the growing bulge in his denim jeans... and the peculiarly hard deformation at the end. Some of the pumpkins had rotted enough that steam was spilling from their warm mouths. It was quite enough to get Rex hot and bothered. He unzipped his pants, the sound all too loud in the still air before he reached in and withdrew his manhood. Underwear had only ever gotten in the way. His length was impressive for a man his age, but even more impressive was the glint of the thick silver prince albert ring in his cock head, illegally obtained for an underage individual.

Rex glanced one way and then the other. Spotting neither of his friends, Rex moved for what had been a rather nice thirty or forty pound jack-o-lantern. The eyes were creepily carved, the mouth wide but the teeth were placed close enough to create a nice sort of slot. Rex moved and knelt down, his knees sinking into the well tilled earth between thick hard vines. He held his cock, quivering in his hand before he moved his hips forward. The head of his shaft began pushing into the squash's mouth. The meat of the pumpkin had aged, producing heat... and the interior hadn't been cleaned very well. Soft white seeds hugged the interior, thick strings of pumpkin meat spreading over Rex's cock like a web.

Grunting softly, Rex closed his eyes, forcing into the pumpkin's interior. His cock grazed the rotting meat of the jack-o-lantern, smearing over his meat in a thick, warm seed laden goo. Rex moaned softly, feeling exhilarated. He ground against his victim before pulling back and thrusting in again, picking up speed, one hand moving to caress the squash's semi-hard exterior. A rich earthy pumpkin scent was wafting into the air, invading Rex's senses. Unbeknownst to Rex, as he was thrusting in and out of his orange partner, a vine appeared at the top of the pumpkin and attached itself to the formerly severed stalk before becoming engorged with rotten pumpkin guts. The innards of the pumpkin were being pumped with more and more warm mushy goo and they were coating Rex's cock in a partially rotten bath of pulp.

"Fuck, yeah... Oh my god, why haven't I done this before?" Rex muttered, fucking more mercilessly, slamming his achingly hard cock in and out, the rotten pulp seeping into his foreskin, collecting in his bush. Greenish orange slime was dripping from his bush as seeds got caught in the hair. Drops of pre flooded into the rotten slime spewing out of the jack-o-lanterns mouth, spreading across the cold ground, steam rising up from the slop... but Rex was only thrusting harder.

The light of the jack-o-lanterns around Rex seemed to be growing more intense and also changed their hue to a sinister red color that reflected off of Rex's sweat soaked skin. A pungent smell also began to emanate from the surrounding pumpkins as they appeared to be softening, almost melting as goo began leaking out from every opening, green fuzz spreading over the fading orange skin, almost looking like some form of facial hair. Unaware of all the changes around him, Rex was growing light headed from the constant thrusting and the noxious fumes... But he felt better than he had his entire life. His eyes were wide, his head was buzzing, he felt awesome, and it was all thanks to his jacking-off-o-lantern.

Looking down for the first time, Rex saw the slime coating his cock... Orange and green and black slime dripping from his cock, seeds stuck in his bush... But rather than being grossed out, Rex laughed... and grinned a grin so wide it almost looked unnatural on his face. He slowly pulled his cock out and gave it a few more fast strokes before ropes of white cum sprayed out all over the rotting pumpkin, but Rex was far from done.

"Looks like you came too big fella, look at all that goop... Felt so good, you know that?" Rex said, pausing, looking at his shaft, "And if it's cum... Maybe... it tastes... good..." Rex murmured softly. Something wasn't quite right, but whatever that was, his brain wasn't able to figure it out. Rex slowly stroked the pumpkin rot off of his shaft, letting it drip from his hands. He brought the hand up close to his face to examine it on the fire light. It looked so silky, so strong... His lips parted and his tongue came out, the tip wavering before it plunged into the stuff. An indescribably strong taste blossomed across his tongue.

Rex grunted, licking his fingers before he stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He moved, turning back to the pumpkin, dropping onto his hands and knees. His cock was pressed into the rot soaked dirt beneath him as he leaned closer, reaching out. Rex scooped up a hand full of the pulp and stuffed it into his mouth, the putrid slime dripping from his lips as he took his first swallow, then another. He could feel the seeds scraping down his throat, but it wasn't enough. Rex ate another handful, then another before he stuck his face against the mouth of the jack-o-lantern, gulping, then biting. The slime dripped from his chin and soaked his shirt, staining it orange with rotten pumpkin slime.

As Rex ate his former fuck toy, he got a bite crusted over with thick green fuzz. His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment, but when they came back, they were no longer brown... They were a strange, odd green. Rex munched on it even more before he crawled over to the next pumpkin. He touched around the surface before the pumpkin collapsed, revealing a thick bowl of slop inside. Rex leaned in and stuffed his face in, nearly having the rot rush up his nose as he guzzled it from the source. In minutes he had drained it of its contents, his skin starting to look pale, his veins looking more green than blue... but it wasn't enough, he still needed more.

Reaching for another old rotten jack-o-lantern, Rex lifted off the top. Inside the entire interior had rotted, turning green and soft like felt. Rex reached in and broke off chunks, eating them like pieces of apple. The fuzz seemed to wipe some of the goo off that had been clinging to his teeth, but the teeth revealed beneath were far stranger than they had been before. They seemed almost grizzled, faintly orange, sharper... His tongue was darker, almost green and long, and his saliva was thick like slime. Rex ate more and more of the fuzzy green jack-o-lantern before he grabbed a hunk and wiped it all over his slime covered cock, turning... turning in time to see his prize, the best pumpkin of the section...

Sitting at the very corner of the hill was a Jack-o-lantern that had only recently stopped glowing. It was bigger than a head, the face looking quite ominous... Rex crawled over to it with reverence. Coming to wrest on his knees before it, it was almost as if he was worshipping it. He gazed into the dark eyes for what seemed like an eternity before he put one hand on each side and lifted. The base of the pumpkin shuddered a bit before it gave way, the base falling away, leaving a hole in the center. Rex hoisted it up, gazing inside. The interior was full of fuzz and rot and slime... His diseased mind felt like it was in heaven... and then Rex decided to become the god of his own heaven, to give himself paradise.

With careful maneuvering of his hands, Rex brought the jack-o-lantern over his head and slowly brought it down, his head squeezing through the hole. His hoodie was knocked out of the way and his brown hair was soaked with pumpkin pulp. The squash rested upon his shoulders and the goo fell down around his cheeks, filling up a bit. It rushed into his mouth and Rex gulped it down eagerly, his slimy hand moving to grab his cock. Already hard again, Rex started to jack himself off, the pumpkin siting squarely on his shoulders.

Rex closed his eyes, lost in the moment, stroking his cock and fondling his balls with out a care in the world. The greenish hue in his skin was slowly spreading down his torso, easily visible all over his groin but seemingly halting at the base of his cock. That quickly changed, however, as a loud moan pierced the air, muffled by the pumpkin flesh covering his head in a warm embrace. Pre began leaking out of Rex's cock at an ever growing pace. Unlike every other time he got off, this felt far more pleasurable as a thick, viscous slime was erupting from the head of his member. Tightening his grip and starting from the bottom he milked his cock ever so slowly to keep himself on the brink longer, though as his hand moved up, so did the green coloration which spidered up in his veins. Another surge of pre spurted up from Rex's shaft though in a most peculiar change so far, it had a hint of neon green fluorescence to it, staining the ground and his hands in the glowing goo.

As the changes had already begun to take their hold and transform Rex further, there seemed to be a sickly green color coming from the inside of the strange jack-o-lantern covering his head. Rex opened his eyes in a daze, not realizing that the light wasn't coming from the jack-o-lantern but from his own eyes, still he made a mental thought of how awesome the ambiance was... It was the color of life and death, perfect for the season. As if triggered by the glow, the pumpkin seemed to surge and move around a bit, rubbing against his head and neck as the base shrunk securely around his neck. Rex sensed that the stream of pumpkin goo leaking down his shoulders and chest had abruptly stopped.

He reached up with his pre coated hands to his neck, pushing at it as if his head had shifted the wrong way and lodged the pumpkin on tighter. Even in his lustful, dreamy state, he felt that something was wrong as he tried to bring a hand up to the top of the jack-o-lantern to tug on the stem plug to loosen the grip. Feeling no give at all, Rex tried pulling the pumpkin off from both sides but it only felt like he was trying to take his own head off. As he was tugging with all his might, he felt the smiling jack-o-lantern shift again and threw his hands down to his sides as he noticed a hellish red glow emanating from the surrounding unspoiled jack-o-lanterns. A familiar putrid smell reached his nose once more as a force of decay moved in and around the area.

From the ground, one long thick vine silently snaked it's way to the stem of Rex's jack-o-lantern before attaching with a loud slosh. The vine started to engorge with rotten pumpkin guts before it spilled into the pumpkin, greasing his hair with a slimy goop before it flooded the innards and spilled out of the carved mouth onto the ground. Rex fell to his knees suddenly, tilting his head down. It was a half hearted attempt to let the rot leak out, but his spirit faltered and he tilted his head the other way to let it spill directly into his mouth. He eagerly slurped up more of the slimey pulp. Catching some of the leaking slime with his hands, he rubbed them all across the jack-o-lantern, coating the softening orange skin with the rotten slime that glimmered in the flickering lights.

Rex let out a muffled groan as his head was completely surrounded by rotten pumpkin, the slime not seeming to leak out of the squash anymore. The jack-o-lantern lurched again as his vision blurred and face tingled as if being pricked by hundreds of electric sparks. The pumpkin was starting to shrink and soften, the orange almost fading to a dull gray while the interior grew black and soft. The entire pumpkin was becoming rotten to the very core as the face drooped down, the happy expression becoming almost demonic and evil. The green glow grew darker, barely present... just like Rex's thoughts.

Rex's mind struggled to think, but he was losing himself. Great spaces of silence filled his mind, only interrupted by momentary sparks of thought like 'eat' and 'fuck'... He imagined his friends coated in rotten pumpkin, grimy and crazed, crazed monsters that belonged to the night... He wanted to share his rot, he knew that deep down he was a monster himself. His hair had turned greasy and green, black had creept across his skin... From outside the jack-o-lantern looked rather empty, the green glow inside making it seem hollow... though Rex remained, his very soul rotting away... and when the last spark of human decency left him, his slimy green cock unleashed a tepid, putrid flow of thick pumpkin slime that showered all over the hillside, seeds dribbling out into the dirt.

An incredibly deep, otherworldly moan came from the jack-o-lantern monster as his rotten head started peering around. Part of the moan had come from his orgasm, but part was his dismay that he had not found his next sex partner. A green leafy tongue slithered out of the jack-o-lantern's mouth to slather along the demonic face.

*****

Mitch shivered a bit in the cold as he made his way around the far side of the pumpkin patch. Every so often he glanced down at where the hill gave way to a sheer drop off to the river below. When the hill had been home to the mill they had dropped the logs they weren't going to process into the river and they'd used lifts to lower their finished products onto the boats... Now it was just a death trap waiting to happen. Mitch reached up to run his fingers through his hair... his oddly short hair. It had been so much longer when it was blond, but Mitch had wanted to be hip... Now he was alone on a cold winter's night. Mitch groaned softly, stepping over another set of vines. The area was full of them, most as thick as a human's arm. Most were hard and stiff, but some were soft and pliable as if they were still transporting nutrients to the plants.

As Mitch moved along, he realized that people had been less gracious with the pumpkins on the far side. It made sense, the kids weren't going to be allowed to a side so dangerous. Hundreds of pumpkins had been left to rot, melting into heaps of black slime... but out of it all came the vines. Mitch tried to avoid a thick knotted vine only to feel his foot wedge under another. he tried to pull it out, but it was already too late. A soft pathetic whelp came from the boy as he toppled forward and hurtled toward the ground.

With so much of the dirt frozen in the cold, Mitch had expected the impact to hurt. Instead of pain he had instead felt great discomfort... like landing on a pile of water balloons filled with pudding. There had been a moment of tension beneath him before the numerous pumpkins burst, the putrid smell of rot ushering forth as the slime soaked his chest and stomach, even his pants. He was painted over with rotten pumpkin. The only part that hadn't gotten soaked was his face. Mitch slowly pushed his shoulders up, his eyes opening... coming face to face with a grizzled jack-o-lantern.

The face had been elaborately carved. The orange skin had been etched at so swirls of the white rind peeked out, leaving spirals that would have glowed in the candlelight quite majestically. It seemed quite counter balanced to the thick knot of hardened vines beneath the massive squash. The vines seemed to go in every direction. Mitch's face screwed up in confusion. He looked back the way he had come, then up the hill, then down... The vines DID go in every direction... emanating from right in front of him.

"What the hell?" Mitch whispered softly. As he watched, something started moving in front of him... From the pitch black mouth came a slithering motion... A thick, soft vine began pushing out. Mitch scrambled to get out of the way but he was still caught. As he moved, the vine whipped around before pushing against his lips, forcing between them. Mitch tried to fight but his jaw was pried apart and the vine plunged into his mouth in a sadistic, strange sort of kiss.

Without warning, several more vines ripped out of the ground. Some wrapped around his wrists, others his ankles. Mitch tried to break free and scream for help, but the effort only let the vine in his mouth slide in deeper. The vines ran along and under his clothes, squirming against his skin and through the layers, tearing through them with ease, exposing his pale skin to the cool November air. Before Mitch had the chance to think about it however, the vines around his ankles began to pull apart, forcing his legs to spread out. The vines sliced through his jeans as though they were made of razor blades, exposing his cock to the air, a faint glimmer of pre at the tip betrayed his frightened state. As the thick vine was thrusting into his mouth, blocking his vision downwards, a group of small thin vines began rubbing themselves around his crotch, tickling his balls and even moving up inside of his foreskin stretching it a bit as if experimenting with the anatomy.

Mitch squirmed and struggled, pulling on his wrist restraints, stretching the vine... but every time he pulled, they just pulled back tighter. Mitch grunted as the vine accosting his mouth brushed the back of his throat before pushing in. His wriggling only served to jostle his shaft, sending more blood in to harden it... and more pre to drip onto and be absorbed by the small tendrils of plant vine.

A shiver ran up Mitch's spine as he felt a warm tendril prod along his ass, coating it in a slimey sheen of orange goo before his pucker was accosted by a half dozen of the tiny tentacles tickling his opening, relaxing it as his cock pumped with blood, turned on by the sensations from his ass no matter how much he tried to fight it... and even as he did, his mind betrayed him with images that it was Blade that was filling him. As Mitch gagged on the thick vine lodged in his throat, an equally large vine began slithering upwards between his legs, aiming directly for his well lubed ass. The tiny tendrils withdrew as the taper end of the vine pushed into his pucker encountering slight resistance before thrusting several inches Mitch's ass. Mitch moaned and reflexively bit down into the tentacle in his mouth, seeming only to egg it on further to fuck his throat.

Mitch's resolve was draining away fast. Even his fantasy of Blade was left by the wayside. Tentacles slammed in and out of his throat and ass and soon his hips were bouncing in place to force his own length into the plants silky embrace. Aloe leaked into his mouth from the bite marks on the tentacle, his body tingling all over. He encouraged it even deeper, his ass relaxing to welcome every inch of the invader into his body. The tentacle in his ass was leaking a greenish-black slime into his bowels, making him more sensitive by the second as he helplessly slurped at the tentacle in his mouth.

Even as Mitch sucked and was fucked, he could feel more and more vines slithering beneath him, around him... Tiny leafy tendrils were coiling around his wrists and ankles, sliding up his legs, almost closing around his limbs in planty webs... But all Mitch cared about was that odd, wrong pleasure filling his body. He just wanted it to continue, it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt... Better than anything he had imagined with Blade. With that last thought the tentacle in his mouth spurted a pungent mixture of pulp into his mouth, before it quickly retracted as he arched his back and head, pulling against his restraints in a lustful moan of need.

As Mitch was distracted, he didn't notice the movement just above his head. A purple haze had started to spill from the jack-o-lantern's face as the vines making up its root began to lift it up, bringing it down. Mitch grunted in shock as the he heard the base of the jack-o-lantern being pried open by the vines before it was slipped down around his head. The interior was warm and smelled of rot and mold with a deeper, pungent spicy pumpkin scent that was intoxicating... That overpowering scent was so potent that Mitch couldn't help but breath in deep, taking the other scents with it. The vines slithered along the surface of the jack-o-lantern, wedging it down until the pumpkin sat securely on his shoulders. The inside glimmered purple still, the light enveloping Mitch's head.

The stem of the pumpkin linked to the top spurted out some extremely rotten, acrid smelling slime over Mitch's hair as it covered the inside parts of the jack-o-lantern, fuzzy patches of green sprouted into being covered in the potent fertilizer. Beneath his black hair, the skin of Mitch's head grew a foreboding dark green, the flesh appearing to become more plantlike as his black hair was matted down even more by the rotten plant waste. The vine pushing through the top of the jack-o-lantern punctured all the way through, sliding down, prodding the top of Mitch's head before it managed to start pushing into it, melding into the skull seamlessly before pushing down into his still human brains. Once inside, the twisted vine released a fountain of rotten pumpkin guts, fully corrupting and transforming him from the inside out. Mitch inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes and saw stars, his last breath as a human as his mind was being changed into a more sinister version of itself. Through it all, he gained an irresistible urge to spread the pumpkin corruption further.

The purple fog permeated his nose and mouth as he breathed it in, like an addict to the change, his lungs being pumped full of the rank substance until he exhaled, the haze passing through the jack-o-lantern's smile. Feeling power and lust flowing through his veins, Mitch opened his eyes as a smirk crossed his blackened face, appearing to be nothing but two purple flames glowing in the darkness. The vines parted as Mitch's new body was released, though it appeared not all of them had left. Mitch was still covered in pumpkin vines from the neck down. Aiming one of his hands at a nearby pumpkin a dozen feet away, he was able to latch onto it with the skillful manipulations of a tentacle before bringing it back and smashing it on his torso. The shell cracked across his vine covered abs but the guts and slime leaked down, covering him with even more of a rotten scent. Mitch started to move through the darkness, tentacles of pumpkin vines harvesting more pumpkins to smash them all over his body, getting himself really covered... It was time for him to find a new target.

****

Even with the sensation of heat given by the booze Blade had consumed earlier, the night was getting even colder. It was probably getting to be time to head back to his place to crash, but he wasn't going to be the first one to call it. The only way to save face was going to be to scare the other two into wanting to leave, and looking around the hillside... Blade had the perfect way to do that. He glanced around to make sure neither of the others was in sight before he crouched down, using his pocket knife to cut some of the vines.

When Blade had collected five or six vines he started running his hands along them, stripping them of the leafy foliage so only the vine itself remained. With a pile of leaves at his feet, he began the careful and intricate work of wrapping the vines around his arms and legs in a spiral before looped one around his waist. The last he slung over his shoulder and tied by his waist almost like a sash... But with so many leaves, there was more opportunity for a good costume.

Blade reached down and picked up hand fulls of the leaves, prying the waistband of his pants open. He began stuffing the leaves in to give himself a thick sort of pouch, something to make the guys even more afraid. He stuffed the last few leaves into the sleeves of his hoodie so they hung out a bit, obscuring his hands. Licking his lips, Blade had a good feeling about his costume. Now he just needed the final piece, the crowning achievement... the perfect jack-o-lantern to become Sam Hain.

Blade wandered back up the hillside near the top, figuring the pumpkins that still had burning candles probably hadn't rotted as much as the rest and extinguished the flame. He wandered along, trying to pick just the right one... the scariest pumpkin head. The leaves in his sleeves rustled a bit as he moved but he paid it no mind, his eyes falling across a pumpkin almost as wide as his shoulders. For the briefest of moments it appeared that the candle was glowing purple, but that was only for a second.

The young punk moved up to the jack-o-lantern and lifted the top off, removing the candle on the plate and setting it aside. Before replacing the top, Blade withdrew his pocket knife again to saw a hole through the bottom. The inside seemed alright... A bit moist, a bit discolored but not too bad. Feeling his knife cut all the way through back to the start, Blade put his knife away and replaced the cap to the pumpkin before hoisting it up over his head, lowering it slowly. The hole was a bit tight, but it made a far better mask that way.

Blade wriggled his ears and nose through the hole before his head slipped into the lantern with a thunk. The squash settled well on his shoulders and didn't slow his movement too much. Grinning a bit, he reached around to make sure it was settled and that his vines were still in place. Then he tried to decide on who to startle first... Blade decided on Rex. He wouldn't startle Mitch off the side of the mountain that way and if Rex didn't scare, they could wait for Mitch to come looking for them. Blade headed back toward the start of the hill, making his way along, holding his hands out as if he were a zombie. A low slow warbling noise started spilling from his lips.

With the fog obscuring the way pretty completely, Blade had to rely on the glow of the remaining Jack-o-lanterns to light his path, but thankfully up ahead he saw several glimmering away and a figure in the center of them all. It had to be Rex, that was where he left him... But Blade thought at first that Rex had thought up the same idea, after all he had a pumpkin on his head... though something was different... Something was wrong. Blade turned, looking around before he saw another figure behind him in the fog, standing with dangling vines hanging from his body. Blade let out a low sigh.

"You got me guys... I guess my idea wasn't original after all..." Blade said before he paused, a grin crossing his face, "Wait... Dudes, your costumes are great... We should go scare people like this, pretend to be real monsters. No one will expect it, it's after Halloween!" Blade called out... his voice falling on deaf ears.

"Are you guys deaf and dumb or are those pumpkins too thick for ya?" Blade barked as he walked up to the one with the hoodie still on, thinking Rex was being his usual dumb self and not wanting to go all in with the costume. Blade walked up behind him and tried to knock on the pumpkin on his shoulders but soon was disgusted that it was so rotten he basically smashed it in a bit. "Ewww gross dude. Your jack-o-lantern is all rotten and moldy!" Blade spat as he rubbed some of the slime off on his jeans, the slime soaking into the denim.

The figure finally turned and directed it's green gaze onto Blade, as he noticed not only was he unable to make out who it was inside, but also was grossed out by the slime leaking from the mouth of the jack-o-lantern. A hazy thick breath was exhaled out of the wrinkled mouth as Blade took a step back from Rex.

"Uh Rex this isn't funny man! I think all that booze went to your head." Blade said, his normally confident voice now sounding unsure of himself. He backed up several feet before he slammed into Mitch's chest. He spun around, receiving another putrid breath from the pumpkin man there. "Mitch? C'mon, you got me. I'll admit it to everyone, just... Let's get out of here." Blade pleaded. The purple eyed jack-o-lantern being looked over at the green eyed being, as if they both realized that Blade was not one of them.

Several vines stealthily snaked their way from Mitch's body as they moved low to the ground, inches away from Blade's legs, ready to restrain him if Blade made a move. Sensing that something was off, Blade moved to step off to the side before he felt something slither up his legs/ The vines anchored into the ground, making him unable to move his legs at all. Blade watched as several tentacles burst from Mitch as he panicked and tried to knock him down to push him away, his efforts were meaningless though as Mitch easily grabbed Blade and twirled him around, pulling his body into his while the tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs holding them in place.

"What the fuck is going on? Let me go, let me-" Blade felt a shiver down his spine as he saw a breath of purple haze across his shoulder, realizing Mitch's head was next to his... forcing Blade's vision to focus directly on Rex.

Rex moved in closer, their faces inches apart as he exhaled, green smoke flowing from the mask into his as Rex's flaming green eyes seemed to pierce directly through Blade's soul. Blade still struggled but his movements were growing weaker. Soon he was paralyzed, gazing into the flaming green eyes before him, feeling his heart throb in his chest. Slowly, a long greenish black tongue emerged from the the mouth of the soulless recesses of the jack-o-lantern before Blade, licking the pumpkin covering his head. With each lick, more and more green mold began spreading across the orange skin as it decayed and melted, even creeping through the holes in the face to corrupt the inside, covering it in a soft, fuzzy green velvet. Blade's mesmerized haze shattered.

"No, Rex, it's me... Don't you remember? Don't do this, dude, please, it's... Ugh!" Blade grunted as he felt the pumpkin sagging around him, completely rotten, held together with the thin integrity of the mold itself... The green was brushing against his neck, the pumpkin sagging against the top of his head, goo starting to run down the sides of his face and soak into his hair. Rex continued to lick and slurp at the coating around Blade's head, corrupting it even further until there was no trace of orange left. The entire surface was black and green, grizzled, the eyes narrow slits and the mouth a gnarled mass of simulated fangs. It was a far cry from the decoration it had once been.

Inside, the walls of the pumpkin were shrinking, going from a slimy sheen to a fuzzy skin. He could feel it closing in all around his head. Blade's vision was blurred and the fresh air was all gone, replaced by the smell of the green pumpkin man's breathing and the rotting pumpkin prison. Blade started to retch and gag, but it was as if it caught in his throat... and the gag fell silent. Blade held his lips tight, trying not to breathe... but when he ran out of air he gasped, taking the smell in... and it smelled oddly sweet. A strange, almost deranged smile crossed Blade's lips. He opened his mouth and took in a deep breath, then another and another. The leaves stuffed in his pants started to stir as his shaft grew hard, pushing tight against his slime stained jeans. Blade shuddered, surprised by how good it was all starting to seem.

Sensing that Blade was well on his way, Mitch loosened the restraints on the former punk leader and pushed him down onto the ground and then onto his back gently. Soon Mitch rolled around and knelt before Blade, eyeing the tent of his cock hungrily. Blade looked down, seeing his friend start to move his face closer and closer to his cock. Tentacles snaked up from the ground and quickly slipped under Blade's waistband, probing around before the pants burst and the punk's hot, hard cock was exposed to the night air. Mitch continued, the hard flesh poking into the soft rotten pumpkin a bit before hitting it's mark and disappearing into the blackness.

"Oh god..." Blade muttered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head... He'd never been sucked of by a man before... let alone one with a rotten head... or such a sickly hot mouth full of fuzz and slime and bits... but... all the different textures felt so good. Blade let out a reluctant moan before he started thrusting in and out of Mitch's head, embracing the dark void beneath the purple eyes, starting to delve deep into it. He grunted hard, the fuzz of his own pumpkin head brushing across his chin and cheeks.

If it could have been seen, Mitch had a huge smirk on his face. The innocent, uncorrupted cock was the perfect treat and it would be even better when he got down with it. Globs of rotten pumpkin guts began spilling out of Mitch's mouth like a fountain, coating Blade's bush and crotch with the sickly substance. Blade moaned, trying to sound disgusted but he was only thrusting harder, already corrupted enough to find the rot exhilarating.

The sickly sounds of their fucking was enough to flip on Rex's old instinctual drive. Grabbing a nearby pumpkin, he held it in his hands. As if watching time lapse footage, the pumpkin slumped and sagged and changed as it became extremely rotten and moldy before his eyes, perfect for what he had in mind. Rex approached Blade's jack-o-lantern head, leaning down. As thick black drool dripped down onto Blade, Rex broke apart the saggy pumpkin and began shoving the pieces into the mouth of Blade's mask. The punk had a momentary resurgence of conscience and tried to resist, but as the stringy and gooey rotten pumpkin pulp smeared against his lips, his own mouth started to fill with saliva... and his own full change went into high gear.

Blade's eyes suddenly lost their luster as his lips darkened, turning black. When they parted they revealed slime coated teeth, yellowed and disgusting. A blackened tongue slipped out and pulled a chunk into his mouth. He chewed it up and gulped it down before leaning closer to the mouth of his mask, being fed more rot by Rex. He licked and slurped and slobbered, his saliva turning a deep forest green as he ate the filth like fertilizer, letting it nourish his new being. All the while, Blade was fucking Mitch's pumpkin skull without mercy or restraint. The two were bringing Blade up to be the king of their pumpkin band.

The crunching, slurping sounds of Blade feeding echoed across the hillside. Pumpkin after pumpkin, Rex kept sliding the slop into the rotten green pumpkin head and Blade gulped it down. The pre spraying into Mitch's throat had turned into a thick slop, green and acrid... but it wasn't yet fully rotten, it wasn't yet done. Blade's mind still wasn't yet fully corrupted and the last remnants of morality stank to the corrupted jack-o-lantern monsters like the foulest stench they had ever smelled. They had to convert it into the sweet scent of rot, they had to expunge the last of Blade's humanity so they would once again be fully together...

Mitch's rotten jack-o-lantern head slowly pulled off of Blade's member with a slorp as the suction released it. What came out of the mouth, forever changed, was far different than Blade was accustomed to; his cock had grown sharp and tapered beneath the coverings of Mitch's slime, it was a dark green color which extended throughout the rest of his groin, the hairs on his bush had disintegrated into a mass of small tendrils of vine that squirmed and wriggled, as if longing to massage the mouth that had one embraced it. The tip of his cock drooled a disgustingly green cum that mixed with the rotten orange of Mitch's skull.

Blade's 'mask' was now a filthy mixture of green and blade mold, both on the inside and the outside. As all traces of the orange rotting pumpkin were covered by the fuzz, it began to migrate downwards, starting with his neck and beginning to coat the rest of his body. Spores attached and the leaves that lined his body suddenly sprang to life. Mitch grabbed a nearby chunk of mold ridden pumpkin before smearing it on Blade's feet, the fungus infected them, morphing the nails into long gnarled black claws, his toes growing bulgy and spongy like plant material before they hardened, looking vaguely like roots.

As the two jack-o-lantern headed monsters stepped back to admire their work, the final touches began to take effect on Blade's skull as two devilish red lights burst from the eye sockets. The burning flames looked far more intense than the other two figures as they noticed two protrusions on both sides of the top of the rotten pumpkin head. Two horns, black as night burst forth through the soft blue pumpkin skull as a frighteningly loud moan emanated from Blade. A long, black, drooling tongue slathered out of the carved mouth, dripping dark saliva across the ground as the last of Blade's human essence rotted away. A new mentality was seeping into him.

As Blade's soul was fully corrupted by the demonic influence in the patch, he slowly came down from the high as he got a feel for his surroundings. Moving towards his partners-in-crime, his two viney hands grasped their shoulders. As they huddled together, their hazy breath piercing the cold air like a knife. Blade was about to say something before he paused, realizing there was something he needed to do first. He lifted his hands up and the fire in his eyes grew more intense. The ground started to rumble and shift as every seed they had exposed to the air, every seed they had produced from their monstrous members sank down into the ground. Across the entire hillside thick leafy vines erupted as new pumpkins started to grow at a rate so fast that even Rex's ability to rot them couldn't have kept up.

In minutes the hillside was covered in a huge crop of pumpkins, ready to corrupt and conquer... All that was left was the harvest of humans, finding souls with just enough taint to really foster the rot. Blade looked back at his two partners in crime.

"It looks like we have plenty of more opportunities to prank the people of this town now." The deep, wisp-like voice coming from Blade spoke. "All the better to put our new found rotten abilities to use, rotting young minds until they resemble the very pumpkins they wear."

"This will be so glorious... All those rotten boys to fuck... to suck... To rot and corrupt." Rex drooled both from his mouth and his cock, both leaking pumpkin slop. Mitch's tentacles squirmed and wriggled in delight almost like snakes in orgasm.

"I'll make sure they all stay nice and warm in the cold nights." Mitch hissed. His two companions cackled demonically as they all turned and shambled away, disappearing into the growing dense fog that lead back into the city, seeking more of their kind to turn.