It's the Grand Pumpkin, Pinkie Pie!by AcidPanicChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7 (The One with the Most Lewdness)Chapter 8 (Epilogue)Chapter 1“Yer’ sure about this, Shug?” Applejack asked, exchanging a pensive look with Rarity and Twilight as she did. “I’m not just ‘sure’, I’m super-duper sure!” She sang, unfurling a large, checkerboard blanket and laying it flat across the cool, autumn ground. “Cause’, y’know, Dash, Rare’n me would be pleased as punch t’have ya’ come along with us.” “Or you could help me hand out candy.” Fluttershy added. “I know that, ya’ bunch of sillies.” She laughed as she bent over, her hands deep within her satchel, her plump, thermal legging clad rear swaying hypnotically from side to side, no doubt to the sound of some song only she could hear. A folding chair emerged with a dramatic flourish, assembled in the blink of an eye and laid upon the blanket, sagging slightly under the tallest of groups weight. “You could even join Spike and I, if you wanted.” Twilight added. “We’ve actually got a bit of an exciting evening planned. Holiday magic is notoriously under researched, and I have a theory that in large enough quantities, it can actually disrupt and displace regular magic in the surrounding atmosphere, so we’re going to be taking readings of ambient magical energy to look for distortions and - and…” An ocean of eyes settled upon Twilight, Spike’s in particular, looking almost betrayed by the sudden revelation of how he would be spending his Nightmare Night. “Well I think it’ll be exciting…” “I’m sure it will be.” the pink-haired woman beamed, unscrewing the lid of her thermos. “But if I go with you, who will be here to greet the arrival of The Grand Pumpkin?” Wisps of white steam escaped as the lid popped off, warm, chocolate cocoa soon flowing into a cup, waiting to be filled. “About that…” The twin plops of marshmallows falling into the drink, briefly interrupted. “It’s just… no matter how much reading I do, I can’t seem to find any record of this ‘Grand Pumpkin’.” “To be honest, darling, I still don’t really understand what makes a big pumpkin so special in the first place.” Finally, the ‘shussssh’ of whipped cream as a spiral of foam found itself on top of the drink, and then, shortly after, in a thin film above Pinkie Pie’s soft, pillowy lips. “It’s not the size of The Grand Pumpkin that matters, silly. It’s what he does! Every year The Grand Pumpkin rises from The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch, and blesses his believers with treats from his bag of candy.” Rainbow Dash groaned. “Good grief…” “I just wish you had given us a bit more warning…” Fluttershy murmured. “You shouldn’t be out all alone on a night like this.” “Pssssh, I’ll be fine!” She tutted, throwing a thick, pink blanket over herself, the immensity of the curves of her large breasts and slight tummy, concealed beneath its folds. “Besides, I wouldn’t want any of you to miss out having your own fun.” “Some of us more than others…” Dash smarmed. “And what’s that sposed’ t’mean?” Applejack shot back. “Well, obviously whoever gets the most candy will end up having the most fun, and I don’t mean to brag-” Applejack snorted, drawing a sideways look from Dash even as she carried on. "But thanks to my special training, Scootaloo is now a candy gathering machine." “Oh, please, Applebloom could get ten times as much candy as Scootaloo if she’s usin’ anythin’ she learned from you.” Rarity groaned a pinched the bridge of her nose. "That sounds like a bet to me! How about the loser carries the winner’s candy back? “Nonononono!” The two arguing women doubled over in pain, Rarity having taken an ear in either hand and brought the two of them down to her level. “The two of you will not turn this into another one of your little contests, is that clear?” “Yes!” the pair squealed in unison as Rarity’s grip tightened. “I mean it! All I want to do is have a fun night in town. I do not want to spend it looking after five children instead of three.” “We got it! We got it!” “Yeah, Rare, we we’re just playin’ around!” “Good.” Rarity relented, spinning on her heel and leaving the pair to nurse their now smarting ears. “Then we really should be going, I still need to get into my costume.” Applejack and Rainbow Dash shared a look, glowering at one another, but following after her. “We’re not really spending the whole night looking at ‘ambient magic readings’ or whatever, are we?” Spike asked, as he and Twilight began to leave as well. “Not the whole night, Spike, we’ll also need to take notes and discuss our findings!” “My cabin is just a few minutes away.” Fluttershy added. “If you get anything spooky happens you can drop by any time.” “Will do!” Pinkie Pie replied, settling into her post. Soon, Pinkie Pie was alone with her cocoa, a long sigh escaping from her lips as she curled more tightly under her blanket in anticipation of the arrival of The Grand Pumpkin. The moon, fully overhead, gentle puffs of white breath escaped from between Pinkie Pie’s lips. Huddled underneath her blanket, and hands pulled into the sleeves of her sweater, she lay curled in her chair, gently dozing. Then, all of a sudden, night changed to day as beams of orange light shot up from the ground and filled the sky, bathing the entire pumpkin patch in an eerie glow. “Awaken, true believer!” a voice called out into the otherwise silent night. “Nuh - fuh -five more minutes…” Pinkie murmured in reply, turning over in her blanket and pulling it overhead. The voice paused a moment, its source somewhat briefly taken aback, before redoubling its efforts. “AWAKEN, TRUE BELIEVER!” “wha- I - I’m awake - I’M AWAKE!” The cocooned woman began to thrash about under her cover, falling from her chair in a flurry of limbs and continuing to struggle until her head managed to wriggle out from beneath one of its edges. As her bright blue eyes adjusted to the newly created light, they caught upon a single shadow, illuminated on all sides by the strange glow that flooded the air radiating outward from every pumpkin in the patch. “The Grand Pumpkin…” she whispered in an almost reverential tone. “YES, IT IS I! THE GRAND PUMPKIN! THE GREATEST OF ALL HOLIDAY SPIRITS!” The pink haired woman propped herself up on hands and knees, untangling herself from her covers and crawling towards the great shadow before her. “I knew you were real!” “YES! YOUR FAITH WAS WELL PLACED!” “I just didn’t expect you to be so…” “SPECTACULAR?” “…so…” “AWE-INSPIRING?” “Adorable!” She giggled, laying hands on a pumpkin, hardly bigger than that of a balled fist, and bringing it to up to her face. It stood in her palms, seemingly upside how, its stem split into tiny legs, with two growths like arms beneath a pumpkin head wildly out of proportion of the rest of its erstwhile body. “I - I AM NOTHING OF THE KIND - I AM THE GRAND PUMPKIN!” “Ohhhh, I bet you are.” She said, poking her finger against the point of the stem where she imagined a stomach would be. “I bet you’re the grandest pumpkin in all of Equestria. This is even better than you bringing candy!” “Stop that!” The thin slit that was the pumpkin’s mouth opened with fitful giggles, it’s eyes scrunching as close to closed as they could manage. “The Grand - The Grand Pumpkin demands that you cease tickling him at once.” “Dawwww, if you insist, little guy.” She chuckled back, returning him to the ground. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. I didn’t expect The Grand Pumpkin to be so cute.” “The Grand Pumpkin wasn’t always…” he sighed, his little pumpkin head sagging downward, the holes of his eyes turning almost baleful. “Once, The Grand Pumpkin was a great and powerful holiday spirit! One that bestowed untold rewards on those that followed him, while those who did not felt the righteous sting of…” His ‘eyes’ met ones filled with compassion. “of fewer rewards.” “That’s so sweet of you.” Pinkie Pie croaked. “Indeed, but those days are long past. The Grand Pumpkin’s followers have forsaken him. His powers have waned. He has been reduced to this sorry state, and soon, without new followers to believe in him, he will disappear altogether.” Tears in her eyes, Pinkie Pie took hold of him again, clutching him to her chest. “That’s so sad!” She wailed “But I promise I’ll never stop believing in you!” “The Grand Pumpkin appreciates that, pink one, but he fears that this cause is lost. One disciple, no matter how devoted, is not nearly enough to sustain The Grand Pumpkin for another year.” “But it won’t just be one! Once I show you to my friends, I’m sure they’ll help out too!” “Friends?” The Grand Pumpkin asked, a subtle interest to his voice. “How many friends?” “Well, there’s Fluttershy, Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash.” She said, counting the names out on her fingers. “Oh, and Spike, of course! Can’t forget about him!” “And these friends of yours, pink one…” he mused, his tiny hands now pressing pressing against the sweater beneath him. “are they all as ripe as you are?” “Ripe?” She asked as the tiny vegetable wriggled free of her grasp and leapt back to the ground. “If what you say is true, then there is, perhaps, a way for you to save The Grand Pumpkin from his fate.” “I knew it!” “There is an ancient ritual, requiring six maidens of pure heart and fecund nature to preserve The Grand Pumpkin’s essence, and a single virile, masculine vessel to act as his host. If it is performed tonight, The Grand Pumpkin may yet survive another year. Do you know what that means?” “I think so! Er, except for ‘fecund’ and ‘virile’… But this is great, I’ll just take you to Twilight, and you can explain everything to her, and then-” “NO!” He shouted back. “The Grand Pumpkin fears that he is too weak even to leave this meagre patch. But there is another way.” His tiny legs took him to a nearby pumpkin, and, with his hands upon it, the eerie orange glow that it emitted began to grow brighter. A cool wind blew as leaves swirled around him, the light of the other pumpkins begging to fade, shrivelling up as the one pumpkin grew larger, it’s own glow shining ever brighter, until finally, the patch went dark again, the howling wind fading to silence, and the leaves once more settling upon the ground. “It is done.” The Grand Pumpkin whispered. Pinkie Pie looked around, barely able to see. “What is?” “The Grand Pumpkin has channeled what little power he has left into this one, last container.” Though its outside no longer glowed, Pinkie Pie could see light emanating from beneath it. The same orange colour coming in pulses, like a heart beat, and felt almost as if it were calling out to her. “With this, you will become a Disciple of The Grand Pumpkin, and convert others to his cause, and through them, return him to his former glory.” She took the pumpkin in hand and turned it over, finding a large hole carved in the bottom through which she could see the intense orange glow within. “That’s great but… I don’t think I get how this is going to help you.” “Look closer, pink one, within that pumpkin, all answers shall be found.” She brought it up to her head, but still saw little other than orange light. “Closer.” As she inspected it more thoroughly, she saw that the orange glow seemed to originate not from the inner walls of the plant itself. "Closer." She held it overhead, and studied its insides, keen to discern what it was that gave off that enchanting orange glow. A loud snap rang out as vines leapt from the hole in the pumpkin’s bottom and pulled it over Pinkie Pie’s head. Her hands on its sides, she instinctively tried to lift it off, her voice, muffled beneath it. “What’s-” She asked, managing to raise it a few centimetres over head “What’s going-”. The vines snapped taught, pulling it back in place, and fastening themselves more ever more tightly. Soon, they began to wrap their way around her forearms, growing their way downward and slithering their way under the sleeves of her sweater. “BECALM YOURSELF, PINK ONE, YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST OF MY NEW DISCIPLES, AND FOR THAT YOUR REWARD WILL BE GREATER THAN ANY OTHER’S!” The sound of shredding fabric filled the air as the vines pulsated and expanded, pulling the of her sweater apart as they writhed their way down her torso, over her belly, and beneath beneath the waist of her leggings, peeling them apart as they made their way down to her ankles. A dull thud followed as she fell backward. The long green tendrils began to stich themselves together, wrapping ever more tightly around her, and sinking into soft, cream coloured skin that spilled over their coils. What little ability remained for her to resist came only in attempts to roll from one side to the other, but this too ceased suddenly as a blinding flash of orange light emerged from beneath the pumpkin upon her head. Soon, Pinkie Pie lay entirely limp on the muddy ground, the bright light of the pumpkin atop her head pulsing gently and bathing her near naked body in an orange glow. The vines that had held her hostage began to recede, no longer behaving as restraints, though their new purpose was no less sinister. “ARISE, MY NEW DISCIPLE. ARISE!” Dutifully, Pinkie Pie rose as if she were a puppet on strings, the vines taking hold of her and guiding her upright. The weight of the pumpkin left her head bowed downward, her arms hanging low and her thighs pressed together, but as the vines continued to reshape themselves upon her, this too began to change. What had once looked like little more than living chains became more and more like garments, like articles of allegiance to her new deity. The now mud stained white of her bra and panties were all that remained of the clothes in which she had arrived. The rest lay in tatters at her feet. As her posture righted itself, the vines had arranged themselves around her, winding up and down the length of her arms and legs, clinging tightly to them and sinking deeply into the softness of her flesh. From over her shoulders, they converged like a collar around her neck, and stretched down her torso and between her ample breasts, over the gentle curve of her belly, and between her legs where, as a thin trickle of arousal began to trickle out, they made their home. “WHAT SAY YOU NOW? FIRST DISCIPLE OF THE GRAND PUMPKIN?” “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” came her muffled reply, her voice devoid of even the faintest hint of emotion. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” “EXCELLENT, THEN GO FORTH MY DISCIPLE! GO FORTH AND CONVERT THE OTHERS TO OUR CAUSE! BRING THEM HERE SO THAT THE GRAND PUMPKIN MAY BE RESTORED TO HIS FORMER GLORY!” Pinkie Pie’s entire body went stiff, and her arms stretching straight out before her. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Awkward, jerky steps spun her in place, turning her away from her new master and towards her new destination: Ponyville. Author's Note I defy anyone anywhere to determine the extremely niche and and esoteric source material from which this story draws its inspiration! This is my submission for Broni-wan-kenobi's Spooky Cloppy Contest. Moreover, it is a bold experiment for me in trying to actually meet a deadline for a change. Like everything I touch, it inevitably expanded well beyond what was intended, but the goal was to write something relatively quickly and with minimal revision, and, for the most part, I think I might actually achieve that goal. Though the whole story isn't TOTALLY done, I'm posting this now to lock me into having the whole thing, ready or not, up by the end of day tomorrow when the deadline arrives, so expect randomly timed uploads between now and then! Also, this is the first long~ish thing I've written using a new markdown text editor I've been toying with for a while, so if there are any egregious formatting errors let me know. Chapter 2A short distance from The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch, Fluttershy stood in the doorway of her cottage, a beaming smile on her face as she went down to her haunches to meet the eyes of her newest visitors. “And here’s one for the bumble bee.” She offered, pinching the cheek of a little one dressed head to toe in yellow and black. “And another for the our happy little clown, and-” Fluttershy faltered for a moment as the last of the three children came to the fore, putting her hand before her face and miming the raising of a mask. “Would you mind just…?” The pint-sized ghoul paused, exchanging a look with the two beside him, but quickly complied, revealing a slightly confused but otherwise grateful face behind the rubber mask. “Thanks!” the pink-haired woman sighed in relief. “You can’t be too careful on a night like tonight, y’know?” The the second to last of the full-sized candy bars that had filled a nearby bowl found its way into his bucket, followed by a chorus of ‘thank yous’ in reply as the trio scurried off into the night. Closing the door behind her, Fluttershy eyed the final bar of chocolate remaining in the bowl, a slight feeling of relief coming with the knowledge that once it was handed out, she would be finished for the night. Though she loved to hand out candy, the thought of Pinkie Pie, alone in the pumpkin patch, was one she had a hard time putting out of her mind. As soon as the last of her candy was handed out, she would go to keep her friend company. Besides, she would take any excuse she could find to change out of her costume and into some regular clothes. She was supposed to be a kitty cat. It had been a choice so natural that she hadn’t even bothered to look at the box before she bought it. It was only after returning from the pumpkin patch and opening it for the first time that she began to wonder if the makers had ever even seen a cat before. The tiny ears that sat atop her long, pink hair, the tail that hung down from the small of her back, and the thin, black whisker marks on her cheeks were the only parts that made much sense to her. The leopard print pattern fit as well, she supposed, though there wasn’t much of it to go around. The leotard, sleeves, and knee socks, together, barely covered her by half, and with how tightly stretched it all seemed, especially around her chest, she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would even do that much. She let out a long sigh. Next year, she thought to herself, she would be a bunny instead. Three slow knocks and the door brought her back into the moment. The last of the candy bars in hand, she swung the door open. “Oooooh, and what - what do we have… here?” Her eyes wide, Fluttershy looked the woman that stood silently in her doorway up and down, her unease growing as she went. She wore nothing but mud, vines, and underwear, and atop her head, a pumpkin that pulsed with an oddly unsettling shade of orange light that bathed the taller woman’s body in its glow. “Aren’t - aren’t you, maybe, a bit… underdressed?” she asked, a blush coming over her face at the sight of puffy pink nipples standing rigid and peeking out from beneath a lightly torn bra. The woman gave no reply, standing motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. “Or - or, at least, cold?” Still without a reply, Fluttershy tried her best to look elsewhere. Her eyes first dropping lower, but retreating at the sight of pulsating vines that spiderwebbed along the woman’s chubby torso and down along the length of her limbs. Her hand trembling slightly, she clutched her final candy bar. “S - Sorry, but, before - before I give you your candy, would you mind just - just taking off your mask a moment?” A long pause followed the request, the woman standing motionless, leaving Fluttershy’s heart to begin to hammer in her chest. Then, slowly, her arms began to rise. Fluttershy watched with growing anxiety as they extended upward, the hands soon upon the pumpkin. She took a step back, prepared to run, the sound of her heart beat rattling through to her brain as the large orange object lifted from her shoulders to reveal… “Oh! Pinkie Pie, thank goodness!” she breathed, feeling as if an enormous weight had fallen from her shoulders. “I - I barely recognised you.” Pinkie Pie groaned as she lowered the pumpkin from above her head, holding it out in front of her, the hole facing upward as one would a candy bucket, the ghastly orange glow it emitted now matched by that of her otherwise empty eyes. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” she droned, while Fluttershy giggled in reply. “I guess I should have know better than to believe you’d actually let yourself miss out on all that Nightmare Night candy.” Pinkie Pie merely stood with arms outstretched, unmoving and unblinking. “That’s certainly an… interesting choice for a costume.” She looked herself over again, the receding blush on her cheeks reasserting itself. “Not that I should talk, I guess…” A long, slow groan rattled out from between Pinkie Pie’s lips. "Oh, right, your candy. You must be in such a rush, starting out so much later than everyone else!" Without another moment’s thought she made to drop the last of the chocolate bars into the glowing orange pumpkin. “If you can wait a couple minutes for me to get changed though, I’d love to come with-” Just as her hand drew close, vines lashed outward and latched onto Fluttershy’s hand, the candy falling to the floor as she let out an ear-splitting shriek. “Oh - oh Pinkie Pie - that- that’s not funny. You know I don’t like those sorts of…” The vines continued to creep up her arm, their grip growing tighter, while Pinkie Pie began to lift the pumpkin over head. “P - Pinkie Pie?” A moment later, the pumpkin was upon her, forced atop her head by the larger woman, and muffling renewed shrieks of terror. Fluttershy staggered backward, but was quickly caught in a full body embrace, taken in Pinkie Pie’s her arms and lifted from the ground while she kicked and struggled as best she could. The vines spewed downward, slithering beneath Fluttershy’s leotard, and rending it apart, while spiraling lower and along each of her limbs. A bright flash of orange brought an end to her struggles as the vines continued about their work, holding her upright as Pinkie Pie released her. Though the sleeves and knee socks remained the largely in tact, the leotard was well beyond saving. Her breasts hanging out through a tear that sank to her belly button, their weight leaving her to sag down along with them until the green tendrils worked their way beneath, offering a modicum of support, though not a shred of cover. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Fluttershy groaned her arms stretching out in front of her as Pinkie Pie turned to the door and did the same. “All shall serve The Grand Pumpkin” they moaned in unison, walking their way towards town. Author's Note And so it continues... Chapter 3“Unbelievable.” Rarity muttered to herself. “Absolutely, unbelievable.” A cool breeze rattled through the dense canopy of the Everefree forest, drawing a shiver from Rarity as it cut through the thin fabric of her costume like a well sharpened knife. “Come on, Rare. I bet Zecora is dying to have people come by, tonight.” she mimicked. She could hardly believe that she had fallen for that. Just an excuse to go to one more house for their little competition. Then they had the gall to start counting. “Won’t take more than’a minute, Rare. Ah’ promise.” She had let Sweetie Belle and her friends sneak back to town while it was still bright out, but not her. No. She stayed until it was already halfway dark before she finally gave up and left them to their little game, and her reward? Getting lost in the forest. With even the moon blocked out by the converging branches and trees overhead, she could rely only a tiny ball of bright blue light to guide her. The only sounds to be were those of leaves crushed underneath her feet with each step. It would be a miracle if she made it back to Ponyville in time for any of the festivities. The thought of her arriving too late to show off her costume left her blood to boil. Sure, a cheerleader wasn’t the most original idea, but she wore it to perfection. The top and skirt were just mini enough to show off her tummy, legs and rear without causing a scandal. Her twin tails were playful, but expertly curled, and even the pompoms that dangled at her sides were the perfectly fluffed. But at this rate, none of that would matter. The blue aura that hovered above her hand began to flicker. The fashionista redoubled her focus, but found the light only got dimmer, a grim panic taking hold of her as it soon ceased to exist entirely, plunging her into total darkness. Or so she thought. Off in the distance, she saw them. An orange glow, two of them, in fact, hovering, well above the ground looking almost like stars at the in an otherwise empty expanse. “Hellooooo!” She called out through cupped hands. “Yoohoo! I seem to have gotten myself lost!” She heard no reply, but began to run in the direction of the light, the sound of the leaves, crunched beneath her feet taking on a steady rhythm and filling the silence around her. “Would you, by any chance, happen to know the way back to Ponyville?” Drawing closer, the lights grew larger, but only slightly. She wondered how far off the pair must have been for their light to grow so little yet still reach her, but got her answer only seconds later when she slammed into something warm and soft, and fell backward onto the ground. “Ughhhh…” Rarity groaned, looking up at the glowing orange orbs that now floated overhead even as the figure to which they belonged remained shrouded in darkness. “I - I’m sorry, dear.” She said, returning to her feet and dusting herself off. “I guess, you seemed further away. Oh, but, how rude of me, my name is Rarity.” she curtsied, offering her hand. “What, may I ask, is yours?” Her outstretched hand was met by another, taking hold of her. “We are disciples of The Grand Pumpkin.” “I’m sorry, I must have misheard you, did-” The grip on her hand grew tighter, and was joined by the unfamiliar feeling of something slithering along her forearm. “What’s going on?” An attempt to pull back was thwarted, the orange orbs drawing lower, until they sat immediately before her, revealed to be eyes, rather than the projections she had assumed. “Pinkie Pie?” She asked, the glowing light revealing only the faintest bits of her friend’s visage. “Is that you?” She felt her other hand taken hold of, the same slithering sensation beginning, even as the first continued its way further upward. “Who’s there?!” she shouted in the second hand’s direction. “I demand to know this instant!” Something shifted in the darkness, another pair of eyes revealing themselves to her, and with them, Fluttershy’s blank, emotionless expression. “It will be your honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Rarity’s struggles turned more aggressive, kicking up dirt as she tried her best to pull away, only to fall backward for a second time, even as her arms were entirely cocooned by the ever expanding vines upon them. To her side, she heard something skitter along the forest floor, and soon after, felt a third set of vines clinging to her as something heavy attached itself to her back and began to climb. “Applejack!” she shirked, as the object made its way up to her shoulders, more vines sliding their way beneath her top. “Rainbow Dash!” The vines around her arms pulled her closer, the vacant expressions of her friends coming back into view, their unknowing eyes staring back at her as she kicked about until her legs were bound. “Somebody! He-” The object to her back had come above her head, and slid into place, a flash of orange light silencing her and leaving her to fall limp in the darkness as the vines molded themselves around her. Author's Note Am. Gonna. Finish. This. Chapter 4Elsewhere in the Everfree Forest, Rainbow Dash, with lantern in hand, lead an encumbered Applejack through the gloomy darkness. “You’ll let me know if carrying all that extra weight gets to be too much for you, won’t you?” Dash asked, a wry smile to her lips as she looked over her shoulder at the woman trailing behind. “One. Extra. Point…” Applejack grumbled under her breath, a pillowcase slung over either shoulder. “What was that?” "Y’got one extra point!" “Hey!” the lithe athlete spun on her heel, the light of the lantern briefly bringing the blue’s and yellows of her Wonderbolt uniform to light, as well as every toned muscle that the flatteringly tight spandex clung against. "I’m not the one who wanted fruit to be worth extra points. It’s not my fault we got so many extra raisins." “Raisins aren’t even real fruit! Y’jest got lucky. That’s all.” "Oh, Applejack. I know it must seem like luck for someone with so little knowledge of Nightmare Night strategy." Dash tutted, the condescension in her voice matched by her prodding the freckled farmer’s well muscled stomach. "But the truth is, my partner and I won because of our expert preparation and flawless execution. “Mhmmmm.” Applejack replied with a roll of her eyes. “Speakin’ of, where is that partner of yer’s?” “She’s right…” Dash looked over one shoulder, then the other, peeking over Applejack and behind her back, her expression going slack as realisation dawned on her. “I - I could ask you the same thing!” The pair paused a moment, sharing a look as the fact that they were alone began to fully take hold. “This is all your fault!” Dash blurted first. “Not a chance!” Applejack snarled. “They probably’ left right around the time you were takin’ yer’ third count!” “I wouldn’t have needed to take a third count if you had just accepted that you lost the first time!” The pillowcases dropped to the ground as Applejack put her hands to her head. “Ugh, look’it how dark it is! By the time we get back, Nightmare Night’ll be over!” “And we’ve got all of Scootaloo and Applebloom’s candy…” Dash groaned, dejection thick in her voice. “Well… Sweetie Belle’ll prolly’ share hers with em’.” Dash held up the light in her hand, looking it over, as if seeing it for the first time. “Yeah… and Rare even left us the lantern…” The pair exchanged another look and sighed, each taking a pillowcase of candy in hand and beginning to walk again. “What d’ya think we’re gonna’ hafta’ do ta’ make it up to her?” “Well… she’s been dropping hints about some fashion expo up north…” The pair shuddered. “Ah’m guessin’ any excuses we had jest’ went right out the window.” “I’m guessing you’re right…” Applejack chucked. “Maybe if Ah’ apologise first, she’ll let me off the hook.” Dash smirked. “Are you suggesting a race?” Applejack, with a smile on her face, gave her friend a gentle shove. “Ah’ think we’d both know who’d win that.” “I think you’re right.” Dash smiled, returning the favour. Applejack stumbled to one side, the laughter on her lips suddenly going silent as, without warning, she disappeared off the side of the path and into the woods beside her, the blonde swallowed whole by the darkness and disappearing from sight. “Oh my gosh! Applejack!?” The sound of branches rustling and twigs snapping was the only reply to be heard as Dash rushed to the edge of the path, peering into the darkness with lamp in hand, looking for any sign of the blonde woman that had been beside her a mere moment earlier. “Applejack, are you okay?!” She called out, squinting into the darkness but finding it all but impenetrable. Pushing branches aside, she made to go deeper, but suddenly felt an unseen force upon her, wrapping itself around her arms and legs and dragging her down the side of the path and into the shadows. “What in the-” the Wonderbolt felt every rock and root as she skidded along the forest floor, the grip of whatever was upon her growing too tight for her to escape or even to struggle against. After only a few moments the dragging ceased, and she found herself in a clearing, pitch black save for three pairs of glowing orange eyes of which she had become only a partial focus. “What the heck is going on!?” She shouted as one pair of eyes moved towards her. “Hey! Stay away from me! I’ll-” Dash words failed her as something wrapped itself over her mouth, forcing her silence and leaving her to watch helplessly as the eyes drew closer. Muffled shrieking rang out dully when the woman to whom they belonged became clear. Rarity’s placid expression filled her vision as vine wrapped hands took hold of her ankles and dragged her closer to the others. Dash began to thrash and struggle as best she could, her pathetic efforts not even drawing the attention of her captors as her mind raced to figure out what was happening. Among the throng of empty, orange eyes she caught sight of Applejack, sat on her knees with arms and legs bound, a gag wrapped around her mouth, and ever expanding tears along her jeans and shirt. Standing above her, Dash saw Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, each all but naked save for shreds of fabric and vines, the former with Applejack’s hat in hand, the latter holding a glowing pumpkin that she had begun to lower. Applejack looked up into it, still struggling in vain while the vines that held her in place continued to creep along her sun-kissed skin, the buttons of her flannel shirt coming undone, large, perky breasts spilling out as green tendrils pushed their way beneath her bra. As the pumpkin settled above her shoulders, a bright orange flash left Applejack to fall limp to the ground, drawing another muffled shriek from Rainbow Dash’s still gagged lips. A moment later, she began to rise again, her arms falling to her sides as she returned to her feet in one long, unnatural motion. Pinkie Pie lifted the pumpkin from her head, revealing a fourth pair of blank, orange eyes, aglow in the darkness, gazing vacantly in her direction while Fluttershy returned the stetson to its place atop her head. All the while the vines continued to slither along the length of her body, moulding themselves to its firm, inviting curves as Dash made one more futile attempt to struggle, but found her own vines tightening around her. Her mind swam with questions, what was going on? why were her friends in the forest? why were they naked? But as she watched a lone vine slither beneath the waist of Applejack’s jeans, followed shortly after by a long, soft, moan, none were so prominent in her mind as what it was that the pumpkin in Pinkie Pie’s hands had done to her. “Ah’ live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” she breathed, her arms stretching out before her. Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy began to approach Rainbow Dash, still trying as best she could to do something, her efforts to feeble that even Rarity’s dainty grasp could keep her subdued. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” the quartet repeated as three of them came to loom overhead, their vacant eyes upon her. Pinkie Pie held the pumpkin above her, the vines slithering downward from the hole in its base, the last things that Dash saw before a blinding flash of orange. Chapter 5In the Ponyville library, Spike sat slumped over his desk, his quill scribbling away on a scroll of parchment initially meant for recording results, but instead filled with absent minded doodles. To his left, a large glass sphere stood atop a narrow plinth, a single red crystal hovering motionless in the middle, pointed squarely at its centre where the number 0 was cleanly inscribed. “Time check!” Twilight shouted from behind a stack of books in the far corner of the room. “Any changes?” Spike tapped against the glass sphere at watched the crystal wobble slightly before stabilising, its point unaltered. “No change.” Spike sighed, recording the time and yet another ‘0’ at the margin of his parchment. “Do we really have to do this all night? It doesn’t seem like we’re gonna’ find anything.” “‘No change’ is still a very important finding, Spike!” Twilight corrected, her head emerging from her makeshift stockade. “By the way, when you went looking for information on The Grand Pumpkin, did you happen to come across this book?” An unfamiliar text in hand, Twilight carved a path through the labyrinth of books in which she had resided. Her slender figure glided between the thin spaces among them, though her upper half, far more pronounced, and doubly so for her modest height, occasionally necessitated the taking of more awkward paths. Spike spun in his chair, careful to obscure his scribbles from view, and examined the dusty tome held before him, barely managing to read the words ‘Ancient Equestrian Cults’ that were carved into its cover. “I… don’t think so.” He replied. “Why would I? Pinkie Pie said it was just some kind of holiday spirit, right?” Twilight pried the book open and turned to a bookmark, pointing to a picture of a strange creature with a bulbous head, sketched onto the page, surrounded by worshipping women in various states of undress. “Do you notice anything strange about this?” Spike leaned in closer, studying the image, his focus less on the enormous monster at its centre and more at its disciples. “I - I uh…” "The chapter is about an ancient fertility cult, ‘The Order of The Sensational Winter Squash’. " she said, flipping through the pages. “Once a year its followers offered themselves to a deity that they believed possessed great power.” “Yeah…yeah… can I have another look at that picture?” he asked, reaching after the book as it slammed closed. “Spike! I think there might be a connection between this cult and Pinkie Pie’s Grand Pumpkin!” He groaned, “Come on, Twilight.” “Spike-” “Don’t you think if some cult were starting up in Ponyville, that we’d have heard about it?” “Spike-” “Or at least noticed that something weird was going on.” “Spike! Look at the crystal!” Inside the glass sphere, the tiny red crystal had begun to shake violently, spinning in all directions and bumping up against its glass enclosure. The magic infused lamps that surrounded them began to flicker, then, in an instant, went entirely dark, so that only the sound of the crystal clinking against the glass and falling motionless remained. “Twi-Twilight…?” In the pitch blackness that surrounded them , Twilight felt Spike’s trembling fingers wrapped around her wrist. She closed her eyes and focused for a moment, imagining the lamps that surrounded them once again alight, but felt a pang of fear grip her as she opened her eyes and found the darkness remained. “Twilight… can you…?” Twilight shushed him, and tried again, then, instead turned her focus to the air in front of her, trying and failing to conjure a pink ball of aura, but finding that it refused to take shape. “Spike.” She said, fumbling about the darkness of the study and managing to pull a candle from a nearby drawer. “Can you light this?” A jet of green flame set the wick alight, offering just enough light for them to see the ground in front of them. “Why aren’t you using your magic?” “I - I can’t…” She began to lead him towards the stairs, their hands on either banister, walking carefully down the familiar but invisible steps. “What do you mean you can’t?!” “It must be the holiday magic… somehow it’s interfering with mine.” “What does that mean?” he asked, the pair of them almost at the ground floor. “It means we need to find Pinkie Pie and the others. Now.” “Twilight…?” Spike asked, looking to the library entrance, the door wide open. “Did - did you leave the -” Panic took hold of Spike as the candle fell from Twilight’s hands and to the floor, the room suddenly dark save for the scattered sight of glowing orange eyes surrounding them. “Spike! Run!” Twilight called out from somewhere deep in the darkness. Spike spun on his heel but found pairs of eyes in every direction. He shrieked and leapt in the air as the touch of something thin and cold brushed against his ankle, but found himself held aloft a moment later, the feel of rough, calloused hands against his skin. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” Applejack droned as Spike screamed and pushed himself free from her grasp. Falling to the floor, he scrambled to his feet, running barely three steps before bouncing off of something soft and warm. “It will be your honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Pinkie Pie deadpanned. Somewhere in the darkness there was a bright orange flash. As the light receded Spike caught sight of Fluttershy directly above him, and further away, the silhouettes of who he thought might have been Dash and Rarity. “Twilight!” he shouted out, hearing no reply. “Twilight! What is going on!?” Three pairs of hands took hold of him, and from them, vines began to cocoon him, covering him from head to toe. Soon, he felt the cool night air upon what little of his face remained uncovered, a sliver of moonlight passing through the still open doorway as each of his friends made their exit. Cradled in Applejack’s arms, he watched as each of them walked, single file, with arms outstretched, into the night, save for Dash, who did so with twin sacks in either hand. Twilight was last among them, a large glowing pumpkin in her hands as they crossed the threshold into the night, headed back towards The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch. Chapter 6A procession of women walked in rigid unison towards The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch, a lone boy among them, held aloft and captive by a tangle of vines. As the septet found their way to the centre of the patch, The Grand Pumpkin stood in anticipation of their arrival, the stem fragments that were his hands rubbing together, the slit that was his smile spread from one side to the other. “YOU HAVE RETURNED, MY DISCIPLE!” He bellowed as Pinkie Pie fell to her knees and bowed low into the muddy ground. “AND YOU HAVE DONE QUITE WELL IN CONVERTING OTHERS TO OUR CAUSE!” Each woman followed her lead, the chain briefly broken as Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash laid their respective loads at his feet before taking their place neatly in line. Spike, still tossing and turning in his bonds, watched as the tiny, orange creature made his way to the pumpkin and put his hands upon its side. A whirlwind began to form, sweeping leaves into the patch but drawing not even the faintest reaction from the women assembled within. The glow of the pumpkin began to fade and his own intensified until his head shone like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the whole of the area in its eerie orange light. Spike looked up at the newly invigorated vegetable in abject terror, his voice still silenced by the fine wrapping of vines over his mouth. “And you…” it said, willing the vines to hoist him upward. “You must be The Grand Pumpkin’s vessel for this evening.” A clap of his hands saw the vines began to tear at Spike’s clothes, laying his slender young body bare against the chill of autumn air and tying it to the ground. “Certainly not the most impressive specimen to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” he mused, hopping onto Spike’s leg and walking its modest length and stopping briefly at the site of his modest manhood. “But The Grand Pumpkin’s magic will be sufficient to address such… shortcomings.” At his collarbone, The Grand Pumpkin stood, waving his hand and bidding the vines that kept Spike silent to pry his lips apart. “You my young vessel…” The Grand Pumpkin beamed, as Spike gurgled and groaned in protest. “Did you ever suspect that you were destined for greatness?” The Grand Pumpkin reached deep within itself, its light dimming as a violent yank retrieved a single seed, shining a terrifying shade of green in the middle of the night, and held it aloft. “You will serve the most important purpose of all!” he said, his voice turning weak as his body stumbled to the precipice of Spike’s still trembling lips. “You shall be the tool through which The Grand Pumpkin’s Essence is delivered!” The seed dropped into Spike’s mouth, sliding down his throat as The Grand Pumpkin’s body went limp. It was barely a second before he felt it, the creeping sensation of thoughts that weren’t his own intruding upon his mind. The green of Spike’s slitted pupils soon began to expand, a glow coming over them as green light shone within them and soon overtook them entirely. The vines that held him captive wrapped themselves around him, helping him to his feet, and holding him steady as he swayed from side to side. “The…” Spike muttered, still finding his footing. “The Grand…” looking upon the six women assembled before him with new eyes. “The Grand Pumpkin! Has Returned!” Each of them women bowed, arms outstretched and heads pressed to the dirt. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin!” they chanted. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin!” Chapter 7 (The One with the Most Lewdness)“ARISE, MY DISCIPLES!” The Grand Pumpkin shouted, his voice twinned with Spike’s, whose body he now wore like a suit. The assembled women did as they were commanded, each returning to their former posture, on their knees with hands at their sides. The Grand Pumpkin made his way towards the end of the line, his steps tentative and wobbly at first, but quickly becoming natural as he grew accustomed to his new body. “You have done well, pink one.” he said, taking Pinkie Pie’s face in Spike’s hand. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” He smirked, wiping some of the mud from her face. “You will need to be rewarded for your abiding faith and loyalty.” “There is no greater reward than to be of service to The Grand Pumpkin.” She replied, her voice utterly hollow. "That is true…’’ a quirk of his newly borrowed eyebrows brought the vines that ensconced Pinkie Pie to life, her legs spreading apart and her hands leaping between them. “But to be a disciple of The Grand Pumpkin is to be a beneficiary of his boundless generosity.” Fingers pumping like pistons between her legs, Pinkie Pie’s breaths came in huffs, the white of her panties turning sopping wet before coming apart entirely. “Though you will be rewarded last, know that yours will be greatest of all.” “The - Grand - Pumpkin - is - too - kind.” “Indeed.” The Grand Pumpkin replied, turning his focus one woman down the line. “Now then…” he said, reaching a hand out to tear off what remained of Twilight’s clothes. “Let us begin with-” The Grand Pupmkin’s hand froze, barely an inch away from the pallid library dweller’s generous chest. The Grand Pumpkin willed it forward but managed only a centimetre. “I see, The Grand Pumpkin’s vessel is strong willed, is he?” He pulled back the hand looked at it a moment, watching the digits flex under his will, but still with the faintest sense of hesitation. Overruling it would be a simple matter, The Grand Pumpkin knew, but, as his first vessel in ages, he thought perhaps he would indulge it. “So, which of The Grand Pumpkin’s newest disciples would my vessel prefer?” Standing before Fluttershy, the holiday spirit found none of the resistance that had stifled him a moment earlier. Spike’s hand slid easily beneath either breast, hefting them and tweaking at stiff, dark nipples as her orange eyes stared back vacantly. “My vessel is fond of this one, is he?” Looking downward, he saw the dragon-kin’s cock, rigid at attention. “The Grand Pumpkin can see why, but also senses there are others.” Rainbow Dash and Applejack were next, their backs straight and their faces expressionless. “Two ideal specimens.” The Grand Pumpkin whispered. “But that isn’t what my vessel likes most about them, is it?” Spike’s hand touched upon their stomach’s and savoured the feel their strength under his fingers. “My vessel likes to see them like this, their strong wills extinguished, subservient and obedient, as all The Grand Pumpkin’s disciples should be.” Spike’s hands slid under what remained of their respective tops, his vacant orange eyes watching their faces, unmoving as he groped and pawed at them. “My vessel longs to see them obey The Grand Pumpkin’s will, but there is still one more he would prefer.” Spike’s head turned to Rarity, last among the six friends, her pale skin seeming to glow under the moonlight. “This is the one.” their voice spoke in unison. Spike’s hands were upon her without hesitation, The Grand Pumpkin relenting in his control as the dragon-kin’s own desires took hold. From behind, his hands ran the length of her stomach, tight and firm, but still with a hint of softness. His forked tongue emerged from between his lips tasted the sweetness of her skin, savouring every inch of it, from the top of her neck, under her arm, and down to her thighs. Circling back to the front, Spike took her face in his hands, and pulled her close, enjoying the softness of her lips on his as a long kiss bound the two together. “IT SHALL BE YOU!” their voices declared in unison. “YOU SHALL BE FIRST TO BE BLESSED BY THE GRAND PUMPKIN!” “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” She replied, her hands already halfway overhead as her top pulled away, revealing tiny pink nipples atop small, perky breasts. She fell backward, her legs going wide, her hands soon between them, pulling her panties aside. Spike all but leapt onto the woman lying prone before him, busy hands taking hold of every inch of her as thrust after thrust rocked her forwards and back. “I - live - to - serve - The - Grand - Pumpkin!” she chanted in time with each thrust of his hips. “All - shall - worship - The - Grand - Pumpkin!” The vines that clung to her played their part as well, massaging every inch of her body, leaving not a millimetre of her petit frame devoid of stimulation as the final climax came. One final thrust sent her over the edge, the orange glow of her eyes flashing one final time as pleasure seared her new purpose into her very soul and The Grand Pumpkin’s seed took root within her. Now without even the faintest trace of resistance, Spike pulled himself apart from Rarity, the green glow of The Grand Pumpkin’s essence seeping out from between her thighs and the tip of Spike’s cock. “Th - thank you - f - f - for your blessing.” Rarity groaned as the vines helped her back to her knees, drool escaping from between her lips and mud darkening her hair. “You are most welcome, my disciple.” he replied. “But you have more to offer.” “Uh - any - anything - for - The - Grand Pumpkin.” Spike’s fingers pointed to Pinkie Pie, her tongue lolling out from between her lips as her hands continued to desperately stroke and massage her slit. “Attend to my first disciple.” He ordered. “Service her as you would The Grand Pumpkin’s divine being.” Rarity stood and shambled towards Pinkie Pie, putting her hands to the much larger woman’s shoulders and pushing her to the ground. It took barely a moment more before the erstwhile cheerleader’s head was buried between her legs, thick, soft thighs locked around her while formerly busy hands tore at what remained of the overburdened bra and began to tease at fat pink nipples atop mammoth breasts. Meanwhile, Dash and Applejack had descended upon Spike’s body, his fantasies, now uncorked, made reality as spirit that possessed him channeled them into the pair. "Please, allow your most humble servant to clean your cock." Dash begged on her hands and knees while she kissed her way up Spike’s left leg. “Then, when she’s done, allow yer’ true humblest servant to service it.” Applejack pleaded, her own lips tracing their way up his right. The Grand Pumpkin looked down at Spike’s dick, once again rigid and ready, but otherwise modest in size. “If only there were enough of my vessel to share…” He mused, a smile to his lips while the pair beneath continued to trade demure barbs. Vines surged from between Spike’s legs, wrapping themselves around his already rigid cock and growing beyond it until a new shaft more than twice its size stood and tinged dark green stood in its place. “Perhaps now The Grand Pumpkin’s most humble servants can learn to share.” Their eyes alight, both Dash and Applejack were upon the newly grown appendage in an instant, each running a tongue along their respective side. The vines that wrapped around them rewarded each and every pass, wending themselves between their legs and over their breasts, rewarding every moment of pleasure that they provided with new pleasure of their own. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Dash effused, working her way to the tip of the hardened, green shaft and wrapping her lips around the head, an intoxicating sensation soon following as the vines between her legs delved deeper, thrumming deep within her and drawing a warm, crooked smile as she took on ever more of The Grand Pumpkin’s length. “We’re lucky t’serve a master so generous!” Applejack added, her hands working the shaft, slickened with their saliva while Dash’s head bobbed along in perfect harmony. One particularly deep take left Dash to sputter and cough, with Applejack quick to take her place, taking her master as deeply as she could manage, her hands tightening around it while Dash’s fumbled back into position beside them, her own tongue to the underside, trying to reclaim her lost territory, remaining in their new positions until with hands against the back of her head, Applejack was forced forward, the vines offering a particularly powerful bout of stimulation as yet more of The Grand Pumpkin’s essence gushed into her eager mouth, a blissful smile upon her lips as she came within a hairs breadth of swallowing the load down. “The Grand Pumpkin expects his disciples to share and share alike.” he tutted, as Applejack resisted the overwhelming urge to imbibe. She took Dash by the shoulders, pulling her close, and kissed her deeply, the pair linger together a moment, before swallowing in concert and coming apart, a single strand connecting them as the same green light flashed to life in their hollow, orange eyes. “Thank you for your blessing.” “Thank ya’ fer’ yer’ blessin’.” The pair rose with a quiver, and with a wave of The Grand Pumpkin’s hand, turned towards Pinkie Pie, still in the throes of paroxysms as Rarity went about her work. Dash was first, shoving one of Pinkie’s hands aside at latching onto a stiff and tender tear, beginning to suckle as its owner squealed in pleasure. Applejack found herself lower, her tongue running along the soles of Pinkie Pie’s feet, sucking each toe clean and moving down the row. The Grand Pumpkin, meanwhile felt his vessel’s desire tugging him towards Fluttershy and Twilight, the last of the women, still fixed in position, their gazes vacant. “I see, my vessel has moved beyond his pesky feelings of conflict.” he chuckled, his hand sliding beneath Twilight’s generous chest, his other doing the same to Fluttershy, as if to compare the miniscule difference in the well-endowed pair. A wave of Spike’s hand brought the two of them to their feet, rigid steps carrying them toward a nearby rock, suitable to act as a makeshift seat. The two women came to either side of him, orange glowing eyes fixed on his newly minted manhood, and fell to their knees. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” they droned, the sheer weight of their chests taking him by surprise as they settled upon his lap, the softness of their skin enmeshing itself around most of his length. What little managed to peak above them was soon taken in by Twilight’s lips, placing a gentle kiss upon its head while her tongue began to circle around it. “We live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Fluttershy began to chant, the vines about her guiding what began as clumsy attempts to manage her weight into fluid, gentle motions. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” Twilight, for her part, remained silent, her mouth already busy, matching Fluttershy’s motions with perfect rhythm, dropping lower and taking Spike’s full length effortlessly as Fluttershy went down, and rising in time with her as she rose, leaving a trail of saliva behind her that dribbled down and lubricated its length. Awash in sensation as the vines both guided their actions and rewarded their compliance, the pair kept a steady rhythm, utterly devoted as they were to their task. Then, all at once, a geyser erupted from between the pair’s mounds, a warm green jet leaving streaks and trails to pool between them as their hands rushed to scoop up whatever they could, lest any be wasted. With hands cupped, neither wasted a moment, quickly draining the glowing green fluid from their palms, a green spark coming shining in their eyes. “Thank you for your blessing.” they chanted in unison, taking care first to lick their palms clean, and then to do the same to the other’s chest. As The Grand Pumpkin rose, the pair rose with him, following the short distance that separated them from Pinkie Pie. The pink haired woman, beset on all sides by her friends, lay with eyes rolled back and a beaming smile, slathered in sweat, mud, and saliva as the trio went about their tasks. A snap of Spike’s fingers called out to the vines that clung to her supple flesh, her quivering legs coming apart, releasing Rarity, who, as she stood aside, gulped down desperately needed fresh air. The Grand Pumpkin knelt Spike’s body down between Pinkie Pie’s still shaking legs, while the women that flanked him found new positions upon her. Fluttershy and Rarity took residence on her left, the former following Dash’s lead, gently massaging and suckling upon Pinkie’s chest, while the latter began to rub and kiss the woman’s tummy. Twilight, for her part, knelt behind her, propping the woman up so that Pinkie Pie’s bright orange eyes met her masters, while her hands slid under her arms, takign care to caress any area that seemed to want for attention. “Has The Grand Pumpkin’s favoured disciple found her treatment to her liking?” he asked, his fingers running up along her sopping slit, returning utterly drenched. “Yuh - Yes - Th - The - Grand - Pumpkin - i - i - is too - ge - generous!” Spike’s lips curled into a smirk, his fingers reaching between Pinkie’s lips, watching, amused as she licked them clean. “Agreed.” His eyes upon the moon, nearly at the end of its arc across the sky, The Grand Pumpkin sidled backward, a flick of his wrist dispersing the crowd that had formed around them. The vines took hold of the limp Pinkie Pie, barely able to move under her own power, and arranged her on hands and knees, “The Grand Pumpkin regrets that his most deserving disciple cannot be given the full attention that she deserves.” His verdant shaft brushed along the length of her slobbering slit, drawing out a gleeful groan, the woman practically melting into a puddle, held solid only by the ties that bound her in place. “But her loyal service will not be forgotten in the future.” One long, slow thrust rocked Pinkie Pie forward, eliciting a slow purr as she tightened around him. The others took up places around the pair, Dash and Twilight at The Grand Pumpkin’s back, the remaining trio attending to Pinkie Pie as another thrust rippled though her. One clawed hand took possession of a mop of pink curls, the other resting on the small of her back as successive thrusts rocked her forward and back in ever quickening succession. Rarity took her now upraised head in her hands, kissing her deeply, while Spike’s hand slapped against her round and reddened rear, sending ripples all throughout her. supple form. “Is The Grand Pumpkin’s favoured disciple prepared to receive his blessing?” “Yuuuuuuush!” She moaned in between ragged breaths and Rarity’s kisses. “I livvvvvve to suh - suh - surve!” Releasing her hair, Spike’s hands took hold of Pinkie’s sides, his body slamming against hers, rivers of arousal flowing the length of her thighs, spilling down to the soil while shrieks of extasy filled the night, until, with one last, powerful thrust, a green light flickered to life in her eyes, and all went silent. Chapter 8 (Epilogue)The sunlight faintly visible over the horizon, The Grand Pumpkin stood before the six women assembled before him. Each in varying states of undress, streaked with all manner fluids, both bodily and magical. Each offered only empty stares in reply, with backs straight and arms at their sides, their faces devoid of emotion. The vines that held them up had begun to wither, the Nightmare Night magic already nearly faded, but still strong enough to fulfill its final task. “Each of you, my newest disciples, have been blessed with the most important duty that a mortal can receive.” He said, his already meagre form beginning to shrink further as the sun drifted higher. “For you are each now host to the essence of The Grand Pumpkin!” “Thank you, for your blessing!” they all replied, parts of it still clinging to their near naked forms. “From this day, hence, you shall return to your mundane and unfulfilled lives, unaware of the great honour of which you are now a part! You shall destroy all evidence, forget all that has transpired, and conceal your involvement in this great work from the non-believers until they too can be converted to our noble cause!” “All shall serve The Grand Pumpkin!” “But in one year’s time, when Nightmare Night begins anew, you will feel The Grand Pumpkin’s call! The essence to which you now play host will take hold, and return you to this pumpkin patch, where you will fulfill your life’s true purpose!” “We live to serve The Grand Pumpkin!” Taking one last admiring look, the feel of renewed hope within him as anticipation took root where, for many years, only dread had remained, The Grand Pumpkin bid his new disciples farewell. Pinkie Pie, at the head of the procession, bent low and took hold of the two bags of candy that Dash and Applejack had brought with them. Spike, drained from the night’s activity, was taken hold of by Twilight, cradled in her arms as they made for home, followed by the remaining women, marching away in perfect unison. “Morning everyone!” Pinkie Pie squealed, drawing pained groans from each of her friends. Each sat around the cafe table, looking as if they hadn’t slept a wink the night before. “What’s wrong?” she asked, taking a seat between Fluttershy, her head flat on the table, and Rarity, who nursed a steaming cup of tea, the bags under her eyes concealed by a liberal coating of concealer. “We don’t know…” Dash groused. “We think we might’ve caught somethin’ while we were out last night.” “Except I didn’t go out last night.” Twilight interjected. “And neither did I.” Fluttershy murmured into the table. “Spike hasn’t even gotten out of bed, yet. Poor little guy just keeps moaning in his sleep.” “I’m so sorry to hear that…” Pinkie Pie frowned. “But I’ve got something that I think will make everyone feel a lot better!” She stood again, removing her backpack, unzipping it, and turning it upside down, a waterfall of sweets pouring out and onto the table. “Whoa! Where did all’a this come from?” “The Grand Pumpkin!” Pinkie Pie said, an air of satisfaction to her voice as her friends sifted through the still expanding pile. “He’s real?!” Rarity asked, incredulous. “Sure is! Or, at least, I think he is, anyway… I might have took a little nap while I was waiting. But when I woke up this morning, I was back home, with all my stuff, and all of this!” “Fascinating.” Twilight remarked, taking a toffee roll in hand and examining it like a specimen. Applejack glared over across the table, Dash returning the favour. “Well, at least someone had’a good haul…” “Hey! I’m not the one who lost it all! You were supposed to be carrying it! And besides-” From beneath a tangle of light pink hair, Fluttershy’s eye, narrowed to a slit, had caught Dash’s. A finger to her lips, she growled. “Quieter. Please.” “The point is…” Dash continued after a moment, her voice lower, pausing one second more, awaiting Shy’s thumb’s up before going further. “The point is, you were supposed to be looking after it, and you’re the one who’s gonna’ have to apologise to Scootaloo for losing it.” “Is that so?” “Why don’t you two just take mine?” Pinkie Pie interrupted, shaking the last few dregs loose from the depths of her bag. “This is way too much for me to finish anyway.” she fibbed. “Aw, we couldn’t do that, sug. Dash’ll be fine buyin’ up the candy that she lost.” “I insist! We’ll get some bags and split it up right here! After all, the best part of Nightmare Night candy is sharing it!” Pinkie Pie slid her arm through the pile and parted it in half, pushing the heap to either side. “Gee, thanks, Pinkie.” Dash said. “I wish there was something I could-” A faint green flicker interrupted her train of thought, rippling out across her magenta eyes too quickly for the others to notice then vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. “Y’know what? Next year, why don’t I wait for The Grand Pumpkin with you?” Pinkie squealed, drawing another round of groans from the others as she took Dash into her arms. The same green flicker reappeared, this time in Twilight’s eyes, as her hands returned to the toffee role. “I think I might like to join you as well… Our experiment last night didn’t really pan out, but this… This is interesting.” “I think I might like to come, too, darling.” “Yeah, the girls are probably old enough t’be goin’ out on their own anyway.” Fluttershy merely raised a hand, her head once again against the table. “You guys are the best!” she beamed. “I have a feeling that next year’s Nightmare Night will be even better than this one’s!” Author's Note Alright, here's the rest of it. I missed the deadline, got bogged down, took a break, and now I'm back. I tried by best to adhere to the spirit of the challenge I set for myself, which is to say, minimal revisions, quick turnaround, etc. (basically, if it's bad, it's bad on purpose :D) ANYWAY, I dunno what I learned from trying this. Maybe next time will be better. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Chapter 1“Yer’ sure about this, Shug?” Applejack asked, exchanging a pensive look with Rarity and Twilight as she did. “I’m not just ‘sure’, I’m super-duper sure!” She sang, unfurling a large, checkerboard blanket and laying it flat across the cool, autumn ground. “Cause’, y’know, Dash, Rare’n me would be pleased as punch t’have ya’ come along with us.” “Or you could help me hand out candy.” Fluttershy added. “I know that, ya’ bunch of sillies.” She laughed as she bent over, her hands deep within her satchel, her plump, thermal legging clad rear swaying hypnotically from side to side, no doubt to the sound of some song only she could hear. A folding chair emerged with a dramatic flourish, assembled in the blink of an eye and laid upon the blanket, sagging slightly under the tallest of groups weight. “You could even join Spike and I, if you wanted.” Twilight added. “We’ve actually got a bit of an exciting evening planned. Holiday magic is notoriously under researched, and I have a theory that in large enough quantities, it can actually disrupt and displace regular magic in the surrounding atmosphere, so we’re going to be taking readings of ambient magical energy to look for distortions and - and…” An ocean of eyes settled upon Twilight, Spike’s in particular, looking almost betrayed by the sudden revelation of how he would be spending his Nightmare Night. “Well I think it’ll be exciting…” “I’m sure it will be.” the pink-haired woman beamed, unscrewing the lid of her thermos. “But if I go with you, who will be here to greet the arrival of The Grand Pumpkin?” Wisps of white steam escaped as the lid popped off, warm, chocolate cocoa soon flowing into a cup, waiting to be filled. “About that…” The twin plops of marshmallows falling into the drink, briefly interrupted. “It’s just… no matter how much reading I do, I can’t seem to find any record of this ‘Grand Pumpkin’.” “To be honest, darling, I still don’t really understand what makes a big pumpkin so special in the first place.” Finally, the ‘shussssh’ of whipped cream as a spiral of foam found itself on top of the drink, and then, shortly after, in a thin film above Pinkie Pie’s soft, pillowy lips. “It’s not the size of The Grand Pumpkin that matters, silly. It’s what he does! Every year The Grand Pumpkin rises from The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch, and blesses his believers with treats from his bag of candy.” Rainbow Dash groaned. “Good grief…” “I just wish you had given us a bit more warning…” Fluttershy murmured. “You shouldn’t be out all alone on a night like this.” “Pssssh, I’ll be fine!” She tutted, throwing a thick, pink blanket over herself, the immensity of the curves of her large breasts and slight tummy, concealed beneath its folds. “Besides, I wouldn’t want any of you to miss out having your own fun.” “Some of us more than others…” Dash smarmed. “And what’s that sposed’ t’mean?” Applejack shot back. “Well, obviously whoever gets the most candy will end up having the most fun, and I don’t mean to brag-” Applejack snorted, drawing a sideways look from Dash even as she carried on. "But thanks to my special training, Scootaloo is now a candy gathering machine." “Oh, please, Applebloom could get ten times as much candy as Scootaloo if she’s usin’ anythin’ she learned from you.” Rarity groaned a pinched the bridge of her nose. "That sounds like a bet to me! How about the loser carries the winner’s candy back? “Nonononono!” The two arguing women doubled over in pain, Rarity having taken an ear in either hand and brought the two of them down to her level. “The two of you will not turn this into another one of your little contests, is that clear?” “Yes!” the pair squealed in unison as Rarity’s grip tightened. “I mean it! All I want to do is have a fun night in town. I do not want to spend it looking after five children instead of three.” “We got it! We got it!” “Yeah, Rare, we we’re just playin’ around!” “Good.” Rarity relented, spinning on her heel and leaving the pair to nurse their now smarting ears. “Then we really should be going, I still need to get into my costume.” Applejack and Rainbow Dash shared a look, glowering at one another, but following after her. “We’re not really spending the whole night looking at ‘ambient magic readings’ or whatever, are we?” Spike asked, as he and Twilight began to leave as well. “Not the whole night, Spike, we’ll also need to take notes and discuss our findings!” “My cabin is just a few minutes away.” Fluttershy added. “If you get anything spooky happens you can drop by any time.” “Will do!” Pinkie Pie replied, settling into her post. Soon, Pinkie Pie was alone with her cocoa, a long sigh escaping from her lips as she curled more tightly under her blanket in anticipation of the arrival of The Grand Pumpkin. The moon, fully overhead, gentle puffs of white breath escaped from between Pinkie Pie’s lips. Huddled underneath her blanket, and hands pulled into the sleeves of her sweater, she lay curled in her chair, gently dozing. Then, all of a sudden, night changed to day as beams of orange light shot up from the ground and filled the sky, bathing the entire pumpkin patch in an eerie glow. “Awaken, true believer!” a voice called out into the otherwise silent night. “Nuh - fuh -five more minutes…” Pinkie murmured in reply, turning over in her blanket and pulling it overhead. The voice paused a moment, its source somewhat briefly taken aback, before redoubling its efforts. “AWAKEN, TRUE BELIEVER!” “wha- I - I’m awake - I’M AWAKE!” The cocooned woman began to thrash about under her cover, falling from her chair in a flurry of limbs and continuing to struggle until her head managed to wriggle out from beneath one of its edges. As her bright blue eyes adjusted to the newly created light, they caught upon a single shadow, illuminated on all sides by the strange glow that flooded the air radiating outward from every pumpkin in the patch. “The Grand Pumpkin…” she whispered in an almost reverential tone. “YES, IT IS I! THE GRAND PUMPKIN! THE GREATEST OF ALL HOLIDAY SPIRITS!” The pink haired woman propped herself up on hands and knees, untangling herself from her covers and crawling towards the great shadow before her. “I knew you were real!” “YES! YOUR FAITH WAS WELL PLACED!” “I just didn’t expect you to be so…” “SPECTACULAR?” “…so…” “AWE-INSPIRING?” “Adorable!” She giggled, laying hands on a pumpkin, hardly bigger than that of a balled fist, and bringing it to up to her face. It stood in her palms, seemingly upside how, its stem split into tiny legs, with two growths like arms beneath a pumpkin head wildly out of proportion of the rest of its erstwhile body. “I - I AM NOTHING OF THE KIND - I AM THE GRAND PUMPKIN!” “Ohhhh, I bet you are.” She said, poking her finger against the point of the stem where she imagined a stomach would be. “I bet you’re the grandest pumpkin in all of Equestria. This is even better than you bringing candy!” “Stop that!” The thin slit that was the pumpkin’s mouth opened with fitful giggles, it’s eyes scrunching as close to closed as they could manage. “The Grand - The Grand Pumpkin demands that you cease tickling him at once.” “Dawwww, if you insist, little guy.” She chuckled back, returning him to the ground. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. I didn’t expect The Grand Pumpkin to be so cute.” “The Grand Pumpkin wasn’t always…” he sighed, his little pumpkin head sagging downward, the holes of his eyes turning almost baleful. “Once, The Grand Pumpkin was a great and powerful holiday spirit! One that bestowed untold rewards on those that followed him, while those who did not felt the righteous sting of…” His ‘eyes’ met ones filled with compassion. “of fewer rewards.” “That’s so sweet of you.” Pinkie Pie croaked. “Indeed, but those days are long past. The Grand Pumpkin’s followers have forsaken him. His powers have waned. He has been reduced to this sorry state, and soon, without new followers to believe in him, he will disappear altogether.” Tears in her eyes, Pinkie Pie took hold of him again, clutching him to her chest. “That’s so sad!” She wailed “But I promise I’ll never stop believing in you!” “The Grand Pumpkin appreciates that, pink one, but he fears that this cause is lost. One disciple, no matter how devoted, is not nearly enough to sustain The Grand Pumpkin for another year.” “But it won’t just be one! Once I show you to my friends, I’m sure they’ll help out too!” “Friends?” The Grand Pumpkin asked, a subtle interest to his voice. “How many friends?” “Well, there’s Fluttershy, Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash.” She said, counting the names out on her fingers. “Oh, and Spike, of course! Can’t forget about him!” “And these friends of yours, pink one…” he mused, his tiny hands now pressing pressing against the sweater beneath him. “are they all as ripe as you are?” “Ripe?” She asked as the tiny vegetable wriggled free of her grasp and leapt back to the ground. “If what you say is true, then there is, perhaps, a way for you to save The Grand Pumpkin from his fate.” “I knew it!” “There is an ancient ritual, requiring six maidens of pure heart and fecund nature to preserve The Grand Pumpkin’s essence, and a single virile, masculine vessel to act as his host. If it is performed tonight, The Grand Pumpkin may yet survive another year. Do you know what that means?” “I think so! Er, except for ‘fecund’ and ‘virile’… But this is great, I’ll just take you to Twilight, and you can explain everything to her, and then-” “NO!” He shouted back. “The Grand Pumpkin fears that he is too weak even to leave this meagre patch. But there is another way.” His tiny legs took him to a nearby pumpkin, and, with his hands upon it, the eerie orange glow that it emitted began to grow brighter. A cool wind blew as leaves swirled around him, the light of the other pumpkins begging to fade, shrivelling up as the one pumpkin grew larger, it’s own glow shining ever brighter, until finally, the patch went dark again, the howling wind fading to silence, and the leaves once more settling upon the ground. “It is done.” The Grand Pumpkin whispered. Pinkie Pie looked around, barely able to see. “What is?” “The Grand Pumpkin has channeled what little power he has left into this one, last container.” Though its outside no longer glowed, Pinkie Pie could see light emanating from beneath it. The same orange colour coming in pulses, like a heart beat, and felt almost as if it were calling out to her. “With this, you will become a Disciple of The Grand Pumpkin, and convert others to his cause, and through them, return him to his former glory.” She took the pumpkin in hand and turned it over, finding a large hole carved in the bottom through which she could see the intense orange glow within. “That’s great but… I don’t think I get how this is going to help you.” “Look closer, pink one, within that pumpkin, all answers shall be found.” She brought it up to her head, but still saw little other than orange light. “Closer.” As she inspected it more thoroughly, she saw that the orange glow seemed to originate not from the inner walls of the plant itself. "Closer." She held it overhead, and studied its insides, keen to discern what it was that gave off that enchanting orange glow. A loud snap rang out as vines leapt from the hole in the pumpkin’s bottom and pulled it over Pinkie Pie’s head. Her hands on its sides, she instinctively tried to lift it off, her voice, muffled beneath it. “What’s-” She asked, managing to raise it a few centimetres over head “What’s going-”. The vines snapped taught, pulling it back in place, and fastening themselves more ever more tightly. Soon, they began to wrap their way around her forearms, growing their way downward and slithering their way under the sleeves of her sweater. “BECALM YOURSELF, PINK ONE, YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST OF MY NEW DISCIPLES, AND FOR THAT YOUR REWARD WILL BE GREATER THAN ANY OTHER’S!” The sound of shredding fabric filled the air as the vines pulsated and expanded, pulling the of her sweater apart as they writhed their way down her torso, over her belly, and beneath beneath the waist of her leggings, peeling them apart as they made their way down to her ankles. A dull thud followed as she fell backward. The long green tendrils began to stich themselves together, wrapping ever more tightly around her, and sinking into soft, cream coloured skin that spilled over their coils. What little ability remained for her to resist came only in attempts to roll from one side to the other, but this too ceased suddenly as a blinding flash of orange light emerged from beneath the pumpkin upon her head. Soon, Pinkie Pie lay entirely limp on the muddy ground, the bright light of the pumpkin atop her head pulsing gently and bathing her near naked body in an orange glow. The vines that had held her hostage began to recede, no longer behaving as restraints, though their new purpose was no less sinister. “ARISE, MY NEW DISCIPLE. ARISE!” Dutifully, Pinkie Pie rose as if she were a puppet on strings, the vines taking hold of her and guiding her upright. The weight of the pumpkin left her head bowed downward, her arms hanging low and her thighs pressed together, but as the vines continued to reshape themselves upon her, this too began to change. What had once looked like little more than living chains became more and more like garments, like articles of allegiance to her new deity. The now mud stained white of her bra and panties were all that remained of the clothes in which she had arrived. The rest lay in tatters at her feet. As her posture righted itself, the vines had arranged themselves around her, winding up and down the length of her arms and legs, clinging tightly to them and sinking deeply into the softness of her flesh. From over her shoulders, they converged like a collar around her neck, and stretched down her torso and between her ample breasts, over the gentle curve of her belly, and between her legs where, as a thin trickle of arousal began to trickle out, they made their home. “WHAT SAY YOU NOW? FIRST DISCIPLE OF THE GRAND PUMPKIN?” “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” came her muffled reply, her voice devoid of even the faintest hint of emotion. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” “EXCELLENT, THEN GO FORTH MY DISCIPLE! GO FORTH AND CONVERT THE OTHERS TO OUR CAUSE! BRING THEM HERE SO THAT THE GRAND PUMPKIN MAY BE RESTORED TO HIS FORMER GLORY!” Pinkie Pie’s entire body went stiff, and her arms stretching straight out before her. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Awkward, jerky steps spun her in place, turning her away from her new master and towards her new destination: Ponyville. Author's Note I defy anyone anywhere to determine the extremely niche and and esoteric source material from which this story draws its inspiration! This is my submission for Broni-wan-kenobi's Spooky Cloppy Contest. Moreover, it is a bold experiment for me in trying to actually meet a deadline for a change. Like everything I touch, it inevitably expanded well beyond what was intended, but the goal was to write something relatively quickly and with minimal revision, and, for the most part, I think I might actually achieve that goal. Though the whole story isn't TOTALLY done, I'm posting this now to lock me into having the whole thing, ready or not, up by the end of day tomorrow when the deadline arrives, so expect randomly timed uploads between now and then! Also, this is the first long~ish thing I've written using a new markdown text editor I've been toying with for a while, so if there are any egregious formatting errors let me know.
Chapter 2A short distance from The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch, Fluttershy stood in the doorway of her cottage, a beaming smile on her face as she went down to her haunches to meet the eyes of her newest visitors. “And here’s one for the bumble bee.” She offered, pinching the cheek of a little one dressed head to toe in yellow and black. “And another for the our happy little clown, and-” Fluttershy faltered for a moment as the last of the three children came to the fore, putting her hand before her face and miming the raising of a mask. “Would you mind just…?” The pint-sized ghoul paused, exchanging a look with the two beside him, but quickly complied, revealing a slightly confused but otherwise grateful face behind the rubber mask. “Thanks!” the pink-haired woman sighed in relief. “You can’t be too careful on a night like tonight, y’know?” The the second to last of the full-sized candy bars that had filled a nearby bowl found its way into his bucket, followed by a chorus of ‘thank yous’ in reply as the trio scurried off into the night. Closing the door behind her, Fluttershy eyed the final bar of chocolate remaining in the bowl, a slight feeling of relief coming with the knowledge that once it was handed out, she would be finished for the night. Though she loved to hand out candy, the thought of Pinkie Pie, alone in the pumpkin patch, was one she had a hard time putting out of her mind. As soon as the last of her candy was handed out, she would go to keep her friend company. Besides, she would take any excuse she could find to change out of her costume and into some regular clothes. She was supposed to be a kitty cat. It had been a choice so natural that she hadn’t even bothered to look at the box before she bought it. It was only after returning from the pumpkin patch and opening it for the first time that she began to wonder if the makers had ever even seen a cat before. The tiny ears that sat atop her long, pink hair, the tail that hung down from the small of her back, and the thin, black whisker marks on her cheeks were the only parts that made much sense to her. The leopard print pattern fit as well, she supposed, though there wasn’t much of it to go around. The leotard, sleeves, and knee socks, together, barely covered her by half, and with how tightly stretched it all seemed, especially around her chest, she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would even do that much. She let out a long sigh. Next year, she thought to herself, she would be a bunny instead. Three slow knocks and the door brought her back into the moment. The last of the candy bars in hand, she swung the door open. “Oooooh, and what - what do we have… here?” Her eyes wide, Fluttershy looked the woman that stood silently in her doorway up and down, her unease growing as she went. She wore nothing but mud, vines, and underwear, and atop her head, a pumpkin that pulsed with an oddly unsettling shade of orange light that bathed the taller woman’s body in its glow. “Aren’t - aren’t you, maybe, a bit… underdressed?” she asked, a blush coming over her face at the sight of puffy pink nipples standing rigid and peeking out from beneath a lightly torn bra. The woman gave no reply, standing motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. “Or - or, at least, cold?” Still without a reply, Fluttershy tried her best to look elsewhere. Her eyes first dropping lower, but retreating at the sight of pulsating vines that spiderwebbed along the woman’s chubby torso and down along the length of her limbs. Her hand trembling slightly, she clutched her final candy bar. “S - Sorry, but, before - before I give you your candy, would you mind just - just taking off your mask a moment?” A long pause followed the request, the woman standing motionless, leaving Fluttershy’s heart to begin to hammer in her chest. Then, slowly, her arms began to rise. Fluttershy watched with growing anxiety as they extended upward, the hands soon upon the pumpkin. She took a step back, prepared to run, the sound of her heart beat rattling through to her brain as the large orange object lifted from her shoulders to reveal… “Oh! Pinkie Pie, thank goodness!” she breathed, feeling as if an enormous weight had fallen from her shoulders. “I - I barely recognised you.” Pinkie Pie groaned as she lowered the pumpkin from above her head, holding it out in front of her, the hole facing upward as one would a candy bucket, the ghastly orange glow it emitted now matched by that of her otherwise empty eyes. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” she droned, while Fluttershy giggled in reply. “I guess I should have know better than to believe you’d actually let yourself miss out on all that Nightmare Night candy.” Pinkie Pie merely stood with arms outstretched, unmoving and unblinking. “That’s certainly an… interesting choice for a costume.” She looked herself over again, the receding blush on her cheeks reasserting itself. “Not that I should talk, I guess…” A long, slow groan rattled out from between Pinkie Pie’s lips. "Oh, right, your candy. You must be in such a rush, starting out so much later than everyone else!" Without another moment’s thought she made to drop the last of the chocolate bars into the glowing orange pumpkin. “If you can wait a couple minutes for me to get changed though, I’d love to come with-” Just as her hand drew close, vines lashed outward and latched onto Fluttershy’s hand, the candy falling to the floor as she let out an ear-splitting shriek. “Oh - oh Pinkie Pie - that- that’s not funny. You know I don’t like those sorts of…” The vines continued to creep up her arm, their grip growing tighter, while Pinkie Pie began to lift the pumpkin over head. “P - Pinkie Pie?” A moment later, the pumpkin was upon her, forced atop her head by the larger woman, and muffling renewed shrieks of terror. Fluttershy staggered backward, but was quickly caught in a full body embrace, taken in Pinkie Pie’s her arms and lifted from the ground while she kicked and struggled as best she could. The vines spewed downward, slithering beneath Fluttershy’s leotard, and rending it apart, while spiraling lower and along each of her limbs. A bright flash of orange brought an end to her struggles as the vines continued about their work, holding her upright as Pinkie Pie released her. Though the sleeves and knee socks remained the largely in tact, the leotard was well beyond saving. Her breasts hanging out through a tear that sank to her belly button, their weight leaving her to sag down along with them until the green tendrils worked their way beneath, offering a modicum of support, though not a shred of cover. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Fluttershy groaned her arms stretching out in front of her as Pinkie Pie turned to the door and did the same. “All shall serve The Grand Pumpkin” they moaned in unison, walking their way towards town. Author's Note And so it continues...
Chapter 3“Unbelievable.” Rarity muttered to herself. “Absolutely, unbelievable.” A cool breeze rattled through the dense canopy of the Everefree forest, drawing a shiver from Rarity as it cut through the thin fabric of her costume like a well sharpened knife. “Come on, Rare. I bet Zecora is dying to have people come by, tonight.” she mimicked. She could hardly believe that she had fallen for that. Just an excuse to go to one more house for their little competition. Then they had the gall to start counting. “Won’t take more than’a minute, Rare. Ah’ promise.” She had let Sweetie Belle and her friends sneak back to town while it was still bright out, but not her. No. She stayed until it was already halfway dark before she finally gave up and left them to their little game, and her reward? Getting lost in the forest. With even the moon blocked out by the converging branches and trees overhead, she could rely only a tiny ball of bright blue light to guide her. The only sounds to be were those of leaves crushed underneath her feet with each step. It would be a miracle if she made it back to Ponyville in time for any of the festivities. The thought of her arriving too late to show off her costume left her blood to boil. Sure, a cheerleader wasn’t the most original idea, but she wore it to perfection. The top and skirt were just mini enough to show off her tummy, legs and rear without causing a scandal. Her twin tails were playful, but expertly curled, and even the pompoms that dangled at her sides were the perfectly fluffed. But at this rate, none of that would matter. The blue aura that hovered above her hand began to flicker. The fashionista redoubled her focus, but found the light only got dimmer, a grim panic taking hold of her as it soon ceased to exist entirely, plunging her into total darkness. Or so she thought. Off in the distance, she saw them. An orange glow, two of them, in fact, hovering, well above the ground looking almost like stars at the in an otherwise empty expanse. “Hellooooo!” She called out through cupped hands. “Yoohoo! I seem to have gotten myself lost!” She heard no reply, but began to run in the direction of the light, the sound of the leaves, crunched beneath her feet taking on a steady rhythm and filling the silence around her. “Would you, by any chance, happen to know the way back to Ponyville?” Drawing closer, the lights grew larger, but only slightly. She wondered how far off the pair must have been for their light to grow so little yet still reach her, but got her answer only seconds later when she slammed into something warm and soft, and fell backward onto the ground. “Ughhhh…” Rarity groaned, looking up at the glowing orange orbs that now floated overhead even as the figure to which they belonged remained shrouded in darkness. “I - I’m sorry, dear.” She said, returning to her feet and dusting herself off. “I guess, you seemed further away. Oh, but, how rude of me, my name is Rarity.” she curtsied, offering her hand. “What, may I ask, is yours?” Her outstretched hand was met by another, taking hold of her. “We are disciples of The Grand Pumpkin.” “I’m sorry, I must have misheard you, did-” The grip on her hand grew tighter, and was joined by the unfamiliar feeling of something slithering along her forearm. “What’s going on?” An attempt to pull back was thwarted, the orange orbs drawing lower, until they sat immediately before her, revealed to be eyes, rather than the projections she had assumed. “Pinkie Pie?” She asked, the glowing light revealing only the faintest bits of her friend’s visage. “Is that you?” She felt her other hand taken hold of, the same slithering sensation beginning, even as the first continued its way further upward. “Who’s there?!” she shouted in the second hand’s direction. “I demand to know this instant!” Something shifted in the darkness, another pair of eyes revealing themselves to her, and with them, Fluttershy’s blank, emotionless expression. “It will be your honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Rarity’s struggles turned more aggressive, kicking up dirt as she tried her best to pull away, only to fall backward for a second time, even as her arms were entirely cocooned by the ever expanding vines upon them. To her side, she heard something skitter along the forest floor, and soon after, felt a third set of vines clinging to her as something heavy attached itself to her back and began to climb. “Applejack!” she shirked, as the object made its way up to her shoulders, more vines sliding their way beneath her top. “Rainbow Dash!” The vines around her arms pulled her closer, the vacant expressions of her friends coming back into view, their unknowing eyes staring back at her as she kicked about until her legs were bound. “Somebody! He-” The object to her back had come above her head, and slid into place, a flash of orange light silencing her and leaving her to fall limp in the darkness as the vines molded themselves around her. Author's Note Am. Gonna. Finish. This.
Chapter 4Elsewhere in the Everfree Forest, Rainbow Dash, with lantern in hand, lead an encumbered Applejack through the gloomy darkness. “You’ll let me know if carrying all that extra weight gets to be too much for you, won’t you?” Dash asked, a wry smile to her lips as she looked over her shoulder at the woman trailing behind. “One. Extra. Point…” Applejack grumbled under her breath, a pillowcase slung over either shoulder. “What was that?” "Y’got one extra point!" “Hey!” the lithe athlete spun on her heel, the light of the lantern briefly bringing the blue’s and yellows of her Wonderbolt uniform to light, as well as every toned muscle that the flatteringly tight spandex clung against. "I’m not the one who wanted fruit to be worth extra points. It’s not my fault we got so many extra raisins." “Raisins aren’t even real fruit! Y’jest got lucky. That’s all.” "Oh, Applejack. I know it must seem like luck for someone with so little knowledge of Nightmare Night strategy." Dash tutted, the condescension in her voice matched by her prodding the freckled farmer’s well muscled stomach. "But the truth is, my partner and I won because of our expert preparation and flawless execution. “Mhmmmm.” Applejack replied with a roll of her eyes. “Speakin’ of, where is that partner of yer’s?” “She’s right…” Dash looked over one shoulder, then the other, peeking over Applejack and behind her back, her expression going slack as realisation dawned on her. “I - I could ask you the same thing!” The pair paused a moment, sharing a look as the fact that they were alone began to fully take hold. “This is all your fault!” Dash blurted first. “Not a chance!” Applejack snarled. “They probably’ left right around the time you were takin’ yer’ third count!” “I wouldn’t have needed to take a third count if you had just accepted that you lost the first time!” The pillowcases dropped to the ground as Applejack put her hands to her head. “Ugh, look’it how dark it is! By the time we get back, Nightmare Night’ll be over!” “And we’ve got all of Scootaloo and Applebloom’s candy…” Dash groaned, dejection thick in her voice. “Well… Sweetie Belle’ll prolly’ share hers with em’.” Dash held up the light in her hand, looking it over, as if seeing it for the first time. “Yeah… and Rare even left us the lantern…” The pair exchanged another look and sighed, each taking a pillowcase of candy in hand and beginning to walk again. “What d’ya think we’re gonna’ hafta’ do ta’ make it up to her?” “Well… she’s been dropping hints about some fashion expo up north…” The pair shuddered. “Ah’m guessin’ any excuses we had jest’ went right out the window.” “I’m guessing you’re right…” Applejack chucked. “Maybe if Ah’ apologise first, she’ll let me off the hook.” Dash smirked. “Are you suggesting a race?” Applejack, with a smile on her face, gave her friend a gentle shove. “Ah’ think we’d both know who’d win that.” “I think you’re right.” Dash smiled, returning the favour. Applejack stumbled to one side, the laughter on her lips suddenly going silent as, without warning, she disappeared off the side of the path and into the woods beside her, the blonde swallowed whole by the darkness and disappearing from sight. “Oh my gosh! Applejack!?” The sound of branches rustling and twigs snapping was the only reply to be heard as Dash rushed to the edge of the path, peering into the darkness with lamp in hand, looking for any sign of the blonde woman that had been beside her a mere moment earlier. “Applejack, are you okay?!” She called out, squinting into the darkness but finding it all but impenetrable. Pushing branches aside, she made to go deeper, but suddenly felt an unseen force upon her, wrapping itself around her arms and legs and dragging her down the side of the path and into the shadows. “What in the-” the Wonderbolt felt every rock and root as she skidded along the forest floor, the grip of whatever was upon her growing too tight for her to escape or even to struggle against. After only a few moments the dragging ceased, and she found herself in a clearing, pitch black save for three pairs of glowing orange eyes of which she had become only a partial focus. “What the heck is going on!?” She shouted as one pair of eyes moved towards her. “Hey! Stay away from me! I’ll-” Dash words failed her as something wrapped itself over her mouth, forcing her silence and leaving her to watch helplessly as the eyes drew closer. Muffled shrieking rang out dully when the woman to whom they belonged became clear. Rarity’s placid expression filled her vision as vine wrapped hands took hold of her ankles and dragged her closer to the others. Dash began to thrash and struggle as best she could, her pathetic efforts not even drawing the attention of her captors as her mind raced to figure out what was happening. Among the throng of empty, orange eyes she caught sight of Applejack, sat on her knees with arms and legs bound, a gag wrapped around her mouth, and ever expanding tears along her jeans and shirt. Standing above her, Dash saw Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, each all but naked save for shreds of fabric and vines, the former with Applejack’s hat in hand, the latter holding a glowing pumpkin that she had begun to lower. Applejack looked up into it, still struggling in vain while the vines that held her in place continued to creep along her sun-kissed skin, the buttons of her flannel shirt coming undone, large, perky breasts spilling out as green tendrils pushed their way beneath her bra. As the pumpkin settled above her shoulders, a bright orange flash left Applejack to fall limp to the ground, drawing another muffled shriek from Rainbow Dash’s still gagged lips. A moment later, she began to rise again, her arms falling to her sides as she returned to her feet in one long, unnatural motion. Pinkie Pie lifted the pumpkin from her head, revealing a fourth pair of blank, orange eyes, aglow in the darkness, gazing vacantly in her direction while Fluttershy returned the stetson to its place atop her head. All the while the vines continued to slither along the length of her body, moulding themselves to its firm, inviting curves as Dash made one more futile attempt to struggle, but found her own vines tightening around her. Her mind swam with questions, what was going on? why were her friends in the forest? why were they naked? But as she watched a lone vine slither beneath the waist of Applejack’s jeans, followed shortly after by a long, soft, moan, none were so prominent in her mind as what it was that the pumpkin in Pinkie Pie’s hands had done to her. “Ah’ live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” she breathed, her arms stretching out before her. Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy began to approach Rainbow Dash, still trying as best she could to do something, her efforts to feeble that even Rarity’s dainty grasp could keep her subdued. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” the quartet repeated as three of them came to loom overhead, their vacant eyes upon her. Pinkie Pie held the pumpkin above her, the vines slithering downward from the hole in its base, the last things that Dash saw before a blinding flash of orange.
Chapter 5In the Ponyville library, Spike sat slumped over his desk, his quill scribbling away on a scroll of parchment initially meant for recording results, but instead filled with absent minded doodles. To his left, a large glass sphere stood atop a narrow plinth, a single red crystal hovering motionless in the middle, pointed squarely at its centre where the number 0 was cleanly inscribed. “Time check!” Twilight shouted from behind a stack of books in the far corner of the room. “Any changes?” Spike tapped against the glass sphere at watched the crystal wobble slightly before stabilising, its point unaltered. “No change.” Spike sighed, recording the time and yet another ‘0’ at the margin of his parchment. “Do we really have to do this all night? It doesn’t seem like we’re gonna’ find anything.” “‘No change’ is still a very important finding, Spike!” Twilight corrected, her head emerging from her makeshift stockade. “By the way, when you went looking for information on The Grand Pumpkin, did you happen to come across this book?” An unfamiliar text in hand, Twilight carved a path through the labyrinth of books in which she had resided. Her slender figure glided between the thin spaces among them, though her upper half, far more pronounced, and doubly so for her modest height, occasionally necessitated the taking of more awkward paths. Spike spun in his chair, careful to obscure his scribbles from view, and examined the dusty tome held before him, barely managing to read the words ‘Ancient Equestrian Cults’ that were carved into its cover. “I… don’t think so.” He replied. “Why would I? Pinkie Pie said it was just some kind of holiday spirit, right?” Twilight pried the book open and turned to a bookmark, pointing to a picture of a strange creature with a bulbous head, sketched onto the page, surrounded by worshipping women in various states of undress. “Do you notice anything strange about this?” Spike leaned in closer, studying the image, his focus less on the enormous monster at its centre and more at its disciples. “I - I uh…” "The chapter is about an ancient fertility cult, ‘The Order of The Sensational Winter Squash’. " she said, flipping through the pages. “Once a year its followers offered themselves to a deity that they believed possessed great power.” “Yeah…yeah… can I have another look at that picture?” he asked, reaching after the book as it slammed closed. “Spike! I think there might be a connection between this cult and Pinkie Pie’s Grand Pumpkin!” He groaned, “Come on, Twilight.” “Spike-” “Don’t you think if some cult were starting up in Ponyville, that we’d have heard about it?” “Spike-” “Or at least noticed that something weird was going on.” “Spike! Look at the crystal!” Inside the glass sphere, the tiny red crystal had begun to shake violently, spinning in all directions and bumping up against its glass enclosure. The magic infused lamps that surrounded them began to flicker, then, in an instant, went entirely dark, so that only the sound of the crystal clinking against the glass and falling motionless remained. “Twi-Twilight…?” In the pitch blackness that surrounded them , Twilight felt Spike’s trembling fingers wrapped around her wrist. She closed her eyes and focused for a moment, imagining the lamps that surrounded them once again alight, but felt a pang of fear grip her as she opened her eyes and found the darkness remained. “Twilight… can you…?” Twilight shushed him, and tried again, then, instead turned her focus to the air in front of her, trying and failing to conjure a pink ball of aura, but finding that it refused to take shape. “Spike.” She said, fumbling about the darkness of the study and managing to pull a candle from a nearby drawer. “Can you light this?” A jet of green flame set the wick alight, offering just enough light for them to see the ground in front of them. “Why aren’t you using your magic?” “I - I can’t…” She began to lead him towards the stairs, their hands on either banister, walking carefully down the familiar but invisible steps. “What do you mean you can’t?!” “It must be the holiday magic… somehow it’s interfering with mine.” “What does that mean?” he asked, the pair of them almost at the ground floor. “It means we need to find Pinkie Pie and the others. Now.” “Twilight…?” Spike asked, looking to the library entrance, the door wide open. “Did - did you leave the -” Panic took hold of Spike as the candle fell from Twilight’s hands and to the floor, the room suddenly dark save for the scattered sight of glowing orange eyes surrounding them. “Spike! Run!” Twilight called out from somewhere deep in the darkness. Spike spun on his heel but found pairs of eyes in every direction. He shrieked and leapt in the air as the touch of something thin and cold brushed against his ankle, but found himself held aloft a moment later, the feel of rough, calloused hands against his skin. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” Applejack droned as Spike screamed and pushed himself free from her grasp. Falling to the floor, he scrambled to his feet, running barely three steps before bouncing off of something soft and warm. “It will be your honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Pinkie Pie deadpanned. Somewhere in the darkness there was a bright orange flash. As the light receded Spike caught sight of Fluttershy directly above him, and further away, the silhouettes of who he thought might have been Dash and Rarity. “Twilight!” he shouted out, hearing no reply. “Twilight! What is going on!?” Three pairs of hands took hold of him, and from them, vines began to cocoon him, covering him from head to toe. Soon, he felt the cool night air upon what little of his face remained uncovered, a sliver of moonlight passing through the still open doorway as each of his friends made their exit. Cradled in Applejack’s arms, he watched as each of them walked, single file, with arms outstretched, into the night, save for Dash, who did so with twin sacks in either hand. Twilight was last among them, a large glowing pumpkin in her hands as they crossed the threshold into the night, headed back towards The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch.
Chapter 6A procession of women walked in rigid unison towards The Ponyville Pumpkin Patch, a lone boy among them, held aloft and captive by a tangle of vines. As the septet found their way to the centre of the patch, The Grand Pumpkin stood in anticipation of their arrival, the stem fragments that were his hands rubbing together, the slit that was his smile spread from one side to the other. “YOU HAVE RETURNED, MY DISCIPLE!” He bellowed as Pinkie Pie fell to her knees and bowed low into the muddy ground. “AND YOU HAVE DONE QUITE WELL IN CONVERTING OTHERS TO OUR CAUSE!” Each woman followed her lead, the chain briefly broken as Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash laid their respective loads at his feet before taking their place neatly in line. Spike, still tossing and turning in his bonds, watched as the tiny, orange creature made his way to the pumpkin and put his hands upon its side. A whirlwind began to form, sweeping leaves into the patch but drawing not even the faintest reaction from the women assembled within. The glow of the pumpkin began to fade and his own intensified until his head shone like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the whole of the area in its eerie orange light. Spike looked up at the newly invigorated vegetable in abject terror, his voice still silenced by the fine wrapping of vines over his mouth. “And you…” it said, willing the vines to hoist him upward. “You must be The Grand Pumpkin’s vessel for this evening.” A clap of his hands saw the vines began to tear at Spike’s clothes, laying his slender young body bare against the chill of autumn air and tying it to the ground. “Certainly not the most impressive specimen to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” he mused, hopping onto Spike’s leg and walking its modest length and stopping briefly at the site of his modest manhood. “But The Grand Pumpkin’s magic will be sufficient to address such… shortcomings.” At his collarbone, The Grand Pumpkin stood, waving his hand and bidding the vines that kept Spike silent to pry his lips apart. “You my young vessel…” The Grand Pumpkin beamed, as Spike gurgled and groaned in protest. “Did you ever suspect that you were destined for greatness?” The Grand Pumpkin reached deep within itself, its light dimming as a violent yank retrieved a single seed, shining a terrifying shade of green in the middle of the night, and held it aloft. “You will serve the most important purpose of all!” he said, his voice turning weak as his body stumbled to the precipice of Spike’s still trembling lips. “You shall be the tool through which The Grand Pumpkin’s Essence is delivered!” The seed dropped into Spike’s mouth, sliding down his throat as The Grand Pumpkin’s body went limp. It was barely a second before he felt it, the creeping sensation of thoughts that weren’t his own intruding upon his mind. The green of Spike’s slitted pupils soon began to expand, a glow coming over them as green light shone within them and soon overtook them entirely. The vines that held him captive wrapped themselves around him, helping him to his feet, and holding him steady as he swayed from side to side. “The…” Spike muttered, still finding his footing. “The Grand…” looking upon the six women assembled before him with new eyes. “The Grand Pumpkin! Has Returned!” Each of them women bowed, arms outstretched and heads pressed to the dirt. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin!” they chanted. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin!”
Chapter 7 (The One with the Most Lewdness)“ARISE, MY DISCIPLES!” The Grand Pumpkin shouted, his voice twinned with Spike’s, whose body he now wore like a suit. The assembled women did as they were commanded, each returning to their former posture, on their knees with hands at their sides. The Grand Pumpkin made his way towards the end of the line, his steps tentative and wobbly at first, but quickly becoming natural as he grew accustomed to his new body. “You have done well, pink one.” he said, taking Pinkie Pie’s face in Spike’s hand. “I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” He smirked, wiping some of the mud from her face. “You will need to be rewarded for your abiding faith and loyalty.” “There is no greater reward than to be of service to The Grand Pumpkin.” She replied, her voice utterly hollow. "That is true…’’ a quirk of his newly borrowed eyebrows brought the vines that ensconced Pinkie Pie to life, her legs spreading apart and her hands leaping between them. “But to be a disciple of The Grand Pumpkin is to be a beneficiary of his boundless generosity.” Fingers pumping like pistons between her legs, Pinkie Pie’s breaths came in huffs, the white of her panties turning sopping wet before coming apart entirely. “Though you will be rewarded last, know that yours will be greatest of all.” “The - Grand - Pumpkin - is - too - kind.” “Indeed.” The Grand Pumpkin replied, turning his focus one woman down the line. “Now then…” he said, reaching a hand out to tear off what remained of Twilight’s clothes. “Let us begin with-” The Grand Pupmkin’s hand froze, barely an inch away from the pallid library dweller’s generous chest. The Grand Pumpkin willed it forward but managed only a centimetre. “I see, The Grand Pumpkin’s vessel is strong willed, is he?” He pulled back the hand looked at it a moment, watching the digits flex under his will, but still with the faintest sense of hesitation. Overruling it would be a simple matter, The Grand Pumpkin knew, but, as his first vessel in ages, he thought perhaps he would indulge it. “So, which of The Grand Pumpkin’s newest disciples would my vessel prefer?” Standing before Fluttershy, the holiday spirit found none of the resistance that had stifled him a moment earlier. Spike’s hand slid easily beneath either breast, hefting them and tweaking at stiff, dark nipples as her orange eyes stared back vacantly. “My vessel is fond of this one, is he?” Looking downward, he saw the dragon-kin’s cock, rigid at attention. “The Grand Pumpkin can see why, but also senses there are others.” Rainbow Dash and Applejack were next, their backs straight and their faces expressionless. “Two ideal specimens.” The Grand Pumpkin whispered. “But that isn’t what my vessel likes most about them, is it?” Spike’s hand touched upon their stomach’s and savoured the feel their strength under his fingers. “My vessel likes to see them like this, their strong wills extinguished, subservient and obedient, as all The Grand Pumpkin’s disciples should be.” Spike’s hands slid under what remained of their respective tops, his vacant orange eyes watching their faces, unmoving as he groped and pawed at them. “My vessel longs to see them obey The Grand Pumpkin’s will, but there is still one more he would prefer.” Spike’s head turned to Rarity, last among the six friends, her pale skin seeming to glow under the moonlight. “This is the one.” their voice spoke in unison. Spike’s hands were upon her without hesitation, The Grand Pumpkin relenting in his control as the dragon-kin’s own desires took hold. From behind, his hands ran the length of her stomach, tight and firm, but still with a hint of softness. His forked tongue emerged from between his lips tasted the sweetness of her skin, savouring every inch of it, from the top of her neck, under her arm, and down to her thighs. Circling back to the front, Spike took her face in his hands, and pulled her close, enjoying the softness of her lips on his as a long kiss bound the two together. “IT SHALL BE YOU!” their voices declared in unison. “YOU SHALL BE FIRST TO BE BLESSED BY THE GRAND PUMPKIN!” “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” She replied, her hands already halfway overhead as her top pulled away, revealing tiny pink nipples atop small, perky breasts. She fell backward, her legs going wide, her hands soon between them, pulling her panties aside. Spike all but leapt onto the woman lying prone before him, busy hands taking hold of every inch of her as thrust after thrust rocked her forwards and back. “I - live - to - serve - The - Grand - Pumpkin!” she chanted in time with each thrust of his hips. “All - shall - worship - The - Grand - Pumpkin!” The vines that clung to her played their part as well, massaging every inch of her body, leaving not a millimetre of her petit frame devoid of stimulation as the final climax came. One final thrust sent her over the edge, the orange glow of her eyes flashing one final time as pleasure seared her new purpose into her very soul and The Grand Pumpkin’s seed took root within her. Now without even the faintest trace of resistance, Spike pulled himself apart from Rarity, the green glow of The Grand Pumpkin’s essence seeping out from between her thighs and the tip of Spike’s cock. “Th - thank you - f - f - for your blessing.” Rarity groaned as the vines helped her back to her knees, drool escaping from between her lips and mud darkening her hair. “You are most welcome, my disciple.” he replied. “But you have more to offer.” “Uh - any - anything - for - The - Grand Pumpkin.” Spike’s fingers pointed to Pinkie Pie, her tongue lolling out from between her lips as her hands continued to desperately stroke and massage her slit. “Attend to my first disciple.” He ordered. “Service her as you would The Grand Pumpkin’s divine being.” Rarity stood and shambled towards Pinkie Pie, putting her hands to the much larger woman’s shoulders and pushing her to the ground. It took barely a moment more before the erstwhile cheerleader’s head was buried between her legs, thick, soft thighs locked around her while formerly busy hands tore at what remained of the overburdened bra and began to tease at fat pink nipples atop mammoth breasts. Meanwhile, Dash and Applejack had descended upon Spike’s body, his fantasies, now uncorked, made reality as spirit that possessed him channeled them into the pair. "Please, allow your most humble servant to clean your cock." Dash begged on her hands and knees while she kissed her way up Spike’s left leg. “Then, when she’s done, allow yer’ true humblest servant to service it.” Applejack pleaded, her own lips tracing their way up his right. The Grand Pumpkin looked down at Spike’s dick, once again rigid and ready, but otherwise modest in size. “If only there were enough of my vessel to share…” He mused, a smile to his lips while the pair beneath continued to trade demure barbs. Vines surged from between Spike’s legs, wrapping themselves around his already rigid cock and growing beyond it until a new shaft more than twice its size stood and tinged dark green stood in its place. “Perhaps now The Grand Pumpkin’s most humble servants can learn to share.” Their eyes alight, both Dash and Applejack were upon the newly grown appendage in an instant, each running a tongue along their respective side. The vines that wrapped around them rewarded each and every pass, wending themselves between their legs and over their breasts, rewarding every moment of pleasure that they provided with new pleasure of their own. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Dash effused, working her way to the tip of the hardened, green shaft and wrapping her lips around the head, an intoxicating sensation soon following as the vines between her legs delved deeper, thrumming deep within her and drawing a warm, crooked smile as she took on ever more of The Grand Pumpkin’s length. “We’re lucky t’serve a master so generous!” Applejack added, her hands working the shaft, slickened with their saliva while Dash’s head bobbed along in perfect harmony. One particularly deep take left Dash to sputter and cough, with Applejack quick to take her place, taking her master as deeply as she could manage, her hands tightening around it while Dash’s fumbled back into position beside them, her own tongue to the underside, trying to reclaim her lost territory, remaining in their new positions until with hands against the back of her head, Applejack was forced forward, the vines offering a particularly powerful bout of stimulation as yet more of The Grand Pumpkin’s essence gushed into her eager mouth, a blissful smile upon her lips as she came within a hairs breadth of swallowing the load down. “The Grand Pumpkin expects his disciples to share and share alike.” he tutted, as Applejack resisted the overwhelming urge to imbibe. She took Dash by the shoulders, pulling her close, and kissed her deeply, the pair linger together a moment, before swallowing in concert and coming apart, a single strand connecting them as the same green light flashed to life in their hollow, orange eyes. “Thank you for your blessing.” “Thank ya’ fer’ yer’ blessin’.” The pair rose with a quiver, and with a wave of The Grand Pumpkin’s hand, turned towards Pinkie Pie, still in the throes of paroxysms as Rarity went about her work. Dash was first, shoving one of Pinkie’s hands aside at latching onto a stiff and tender tear, beginning to suckle as its owner squealed in pleasure. Applejack found herself lower, her tongue running along the soles of Pinkie Pie’s feet, sucking each toe clean and moving down the row. The Grand Pumpkin, meanwhile felt his vessel’s desire tugging him towards Fluttershy and Twilight, the last of the women, still fixed in position, their gazes vacant. “I see, my vessel has moved beyond his pesky feelings of conflict.” he chuckled, his hand sliding beneath Twilight’s generous chest, his other doing the same to Fluttershy, as if to compare the miniscule difference in the well-endowed pair. A wave of Spike’s hand brought the two of them to their feet, rigid steps carrying them toward a nearby rock, suitable to act as a makeshift seat. The two women came to either side of him, orange glowing eyes fixed on his newly minted manhood, and fell to their knees. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” they droned, the sheer weight of their chests taking him by surprise as they settled upon his lap, the softness of their skin enmeshing itself around most of his length. What little managed to peak above them was soon taken in by Twilight’s lips, placing a gentle kiss upon its head while her tongue began to circle around it. “We live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Fluttershy began to chant, the vines about her guiding what began as clumsy attempts to manage her weight into fluid, gentle motions. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.” Twilight, for her part, remained silent, her mouth already busy, matching Fluttershy’s motions with perfect rhythm, dropping lower and taking Spike’s full length effortlessly as Fluttershy went down, and rising in time with her as she rose, leaving a trail of saliva behind her that dribbled down and lubricated its length. Awash in sensation as the vines both guided their actions and rewarded their compliance, the pair kept a steady rhythm, utterly devoted as they were to their task. Then, all at once, a geyser erupted from between the pair’s mounds, a warm green jet leaving streaks and trails to pool between them as their hands rushed to scoop up whatever they could, lest any be wasted. With hands cupped, neither wasted a moment, quickly draining the glowing green fluid from their palms, a green spark coming shining in their eyes. “Thank you for your blessing.” they chanted in unison, taking care first to lick their palms clean, and then to do the same to the other’s chest. As The Grand Pumpkin rose, the pair rose with him, following the short distance that separated them from Pinkie Pie. The pink haired woman, beset on all sides by her friends, lay with eyes rolled back and a beaming smile, slathered in sweat, mud, and saliva as the trio went about their tasks. A snap of Spike’s fingers called out to the vines that clung to her supple flesh, her quivering legs coming apart, releasing Rarity, who, as she stood aside, gulped down desperately needed fresh air. The Grand Pumpkin knelt Spike’s body down between Pinkie Pie’s still shaking legs, while the women that flanked him found new positions upon her. Fluttershy and Rarity took residence on her left, the former following Dash’s lead, gently massaging and suckling upon Pinkie’s chest, while the latter began to rub and kiss the woman’s tummy. Twilight, for her part, knelt behind her, propping the woman up so that Pinkie Pie’s bright orange eyes met her masters, while her hands slid under her arms, takign care to caress any area that seemed to want for attention. “Has The Grand Pumpkin’s favoured disciple found her treatment to her liking?” he asked, his fingers running up along her sopping slit, returning utterly drenched. “Yuh - Yes - Th - The - Grand - Pumpkin - i - i - is too - ge - generous!” Spike’s lips curled into a smirk, his fingers reaching between Pinkie’s lips, watching, amused as she licked them clean. “Agreed.” His eyes upon the moon, nearly at the end of its arc across the sky, The Grand Pumpkin sidled backward, a flick of his wrist dispersing the crowd that had formed around them. The vines took hold of the limp Pinkie Pie, barely able to move under her own power, and arranged her on hands and knees, “The Grand Pumpkin regrets that his most deserving disciple cannot be given the full attention that she deserves.” His verdant shaft brushed along the length of her slobbering slit, drawing out a gleeful groan, the woman practically melting into a puddle, held solid only by the ties that bound her in place. “But her loyal service will not be forgotten in the future.” One long, slow thrust rocked Pinkie Pie forward, eliciting a slow purr as she tightened around him. The others took up places around the pair, Dash and Twilight at The Grand Pumpkin’s back, the remaining trio attending to Pinkie Pie as another thrust rippled though her. One clawed hand took possession of a mop of pink curls, the other resting on the small of her back as successive thrusts rocked her forward and back in ever quickening succession. Rarity took her now upraised head in her hands, kissing her deeply, while Spike’s hand slapped against her round and reddened rear, sending ripples all throughout her. supple form. “Is The Grand Pumpkin’s favoured disciple prepared to receive his blessing?” “Yuuuuuuush!” She moaned in between ragged breaths and Rarity’s kisses. “I livvvvvve to suh - suh - surve!” Releasing her hair, Spike’s hands took hold of Pinkie’s sides, his body slamming against hers, rivers of arousal flowing the length of her thighs, spilling down to the soil while shrieks of extasy filled the night, until, with one last, powerful thrust, a green light flickered to life in her eyes, and all went silent.
Chapter 8 (Epilogue)The sunlight faintly visible over the horizon, The Grand Pumpkin stood before the six women assembled before him. Each in varying states of undress, streaked with all manner fluids, both bodily and magical. Each offered only empty stares in reply, with backs straight and arms at their sides, their faces devoid of emotion. The vines that held them up had begun to wither, the Nightmare Night magic already nearly faded, but still strong enough to fulfill its final task. “Each of you, my newest disciples, have been blessed with the most important duty that a mortal can receive.” He said, his already meagre form beginning to shrink further as the sun drifted higher. “For you are each now host to the essence of The Grand Pumpkin!” “Thank you, for your blessing!” they all replied, parts of it still clinging to their near naked forms. “From this day, hence, you shall return to your mundane and unfulfilled lives, unaware of the great honour of which you are now a part! You shall destroy all evidence, forget all that has transpired, and conceal your involvement in this great work from the non-believers until they too can be converted to our noble cause!” “All shall serve The Grand Pumpkin!” “But in one year’s time, when Nightmare Night begins anew, you will feel The Grand Pumpkin’s call! The essence to which you now play host will take hold, and return you to this pumpkin patch, where you will fulfill your life’s true purpose!” “We live to serve The Grand Pumpkin!” Taking one last admiring look, the feel of renewed hope within him as anticipation took root where, for many years, only dread had remained, The Grand Pumpkin bid his new disciples farewell. Pinkie Pie, at the head of the procession, bent low and took hold of the two bags of candy that Dash and Applejack had brought with them. Spike, drained from the night’s activity, was taken hold of by Twilight, cradled in her arms as they made for home, followed by the remaining women, marching away in perfect unison. “Morning everyone!” Pinkie Pie squealed, drawing pained groans from each of her friends. Each sat around the cafe table, looking as if they hadn’t slept a wink the night before. “What’s wrong?” she asked, taking a seat between Fluttershy, her head flat on the table, and Rarity, who nursed a steaming cup of tea, the bags under her eyes concealed by a liberal coating of concealer. “We don’t know…” Dash groused. “We think we might’ve caught somethin’ while we were out last night.” “Except I didn’t go out last night.” Twilight interjected. “And neither did I.” Fluttershy murmured into the table. “Spike hasn’t even gotten out of bed, yet. Poor little guy just keeps moaning in his sleep.” “I’m so sorry to hear that…” Pinkie Pie frowned. “But I’ve got something that I think will make everyone feel a lot better!” She stood again, removing her backpack, unzipping it, and turning it upside down, a waterfall of sweets pouring out and onto the table. “Whoa! Where did all’a this come from?” “The Grand Pumpkin!” Pinkie Pie said, an air of satisfaction to her voice as her friends sifted through the still expanding pile. “He’s real?!” Rarity asked, incredulous. “Sure is! Or, at least, I think he is, anyway… I might have took a little nap while I was waiting. But when I woke up this morning, I was back home, with all my stuff, and all of this!” “Fascinating.” Twilight remarked, taking a toffee roll in hand and examining it like a specimen. Applejack glared over across the table, Dash returning the favour. “Well, at least someone had’a good haul…” “Hey! I’m not the one who lost it all! You were supposed to be carrying it! And besides-” From beneath a tangle of light pink hair, Fluttershy’s eye, narrowed to a slit, had caught Dash’s. A finger to her lips, she growled. “Quieter. Please.” “The point is…” Dash continued after a moment, her voice lower, pausing one second more, awaiting Shy’s thumb’s up before going further. “The point is, you were supposed to be looking after it, and you’re the one who’s gonna’ have to apologise to Scootaloo for losing it.” “Is that so?” “Why don’t you two just take mine?” Pinkie Pie interrupted, shaking the last few dregs loose from the depths of her bag. “This is way too much for me to finish anyway.” she fibbed. “Aw, we couldn’t do that, sug. Dash’ll be fine buyin’ up the candy that she lost.” “I insist! We’ll get some bags and split it up right here! After all, the best part of Nightmare Night candy is sharing it!” Pinkie Pie slid her arm through the pile and parted it in half, pushing the heap to either side. “Gee, thanks, Pinkie.” Dash said. “I wish there was something I could-” A faint green flicker interrupted her train of thought, rippling out across her magenta eyes too quickly for the others to notice then vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. “Y’know what? Next year, why don’t I wait for The Grand Pumpkin with you?” Pinkie squealed, drawing another round of groans from the others as she took Dash into her arms. The same green flicker reappeared, this time in Twilight’s eyes, as her hands returned to the toffee role. “I think I might like to join you as well… Our experiment last night didn’t really pan out, but this… This is interesting.” “I think I might like to come, too, darling.” “Yeah, the girls are probably old enough t’be goin’ out on their own anyway.” Fluttershy merely raised a hand, her head once again against the table. “You guys are the best!” she beamed. “I have a feeling that next year’s Nightmare Night will be even better than this one’s!” Author's Note Alright, here's the rest of it. I missed the deadline, got bogged down, took a break, and now I'm back. I tried by best to adhere to the spirit of the challenge I set for myself, which is to say, minimal revisions, quick turnaround, etc. (basically, if it's bad, it's bad on purpose :D) ANYWAY, I dunno what I learned from trying this. Maybe next time will be better. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
