Chapter 0 - Tricky Treats

There's something fun about carving your own pumpkin. Even more so when you've got a little magical talent.


I've always had a thing for making my jack-o-lantern's creepier, or larger with my magic, for making the candles inside change colour or even giving them the ability to speak.

It was fun... I always had people asking about where I got the animatronics, while other practitioners of the wondrous arts couldn't help wondering why I spent my hard earned power on something so mundane.



This year, I'd decided that I would finally show them why the Halloween spirit was something to be generously indulged in.


Once I had the spell set up, with a carved pumpkin set on the shoulders of a wooden mannequin, all laid out on my altar with candles around the room lit...


I was pretty sure I had everything ready.


Very sure in fact. This was something completely new to me but nobody ever accused me before of being too shy to... Experiment.


I began to speak the incantation I'd need to bring the creation to life, arms held high and mind set solely on the intended result...


"By witch's moon and wizard's light,
In howling winds and winter's night,
I call to thee, the spirits thrice,
Of change, of life, and pumpkin spice!"

"My produce carved and given form,
Grant her false life into the morn,
To be pretty, kind and plenty sweet,
A Halloween trick, a sticky treat!"


With a flourish of my outstretched hands, and a sudden clap the candles flared all around us both, taking on a warm, bouncing orange hue before each flame bent inwards towards the pumpkin girl and a little of each of their lights was sucked into the pumpkin's head.


With a sudden jolt the mannequin's joints shifted and the head lifted, spun and stared my way, casting me in the quavering candlelight that poured from her eyes, even though no candles were set inside her head.

That didn't seem to bother her much though, neither did the stiffness of the mannequin she was a part of, as her body moved and the wood seemed to bend and twist in ways it wasn't normally able to.

She stared at me, sitting on the edge of the table, her wooden legs swinging...


"Sticky treat?" The little pumpkin asked brightly, her mouth opening to show a tongue that looked like it was formed from pureed pumpkin guts! Though I supposed she was working with pretty limited materials, and I couldn't find an excuse to turn her down.


My hand reached over her head and I grabbed the thick stalk sticking out of the top, barley pulling her towards me as she slipped dutifully off the table and onto her knees with a couple of clacks.


From her enormous, globe-like eyes, to her simple, panting mouth and collar of stems that gave her an out of place lady-like look, I knew I wouldn't be having any trouble at all when it came to simply enjoying tonight's unique partner...


My hand yanked the tie of my improvised wizards robe, and the Harry Potter bath robe fell open. The little pumpkin opened he mouth with a happy gasp when she saw my cock, only managing a gasped "Sticky Treat!" Before diving in.



Despite being mostly pulp and pumpkin flesh... It was hard not to be immediately taken in by the experience.


Some force had made her fleshy head warm as any living being, perhaps even hotter! Almost a fever pitch, though not clammy... Her pumpkin-guts tongue immediately got to work on my cock as she lathered and globbed, her tongue swirling around the head of my shaft, then flattening thin just to lick precisely under the crown of my cock, only to fatten once more when she wanted to give the rest some attention.

Often, her tongue would simply surge *around* my cock, thanks to not being a solid organ, until finally she formed it into a tube, just to fuck my cock with her little pulpy mouth while I rocked her head back and forth and wondered why the sensation of hot pumpkin pulp constricting my cock wasn't something I'd tried sooner!



It wasn't too long though before the pumpkin's constant, dedicated attentions reached their obvious end goal, having me panting and my hips bucking in my own basement, fucking an overactive fruit in her fiery mouth, rocking her head faster and faster with the stalk until I yanked my cock from her sucking maw, feeling the vacuum effect as she tried to fight and suck and keep my cock close!

I was masturbating furiously for the few seconds before I came, and the Jack-Off-Lantern helped by filling the air with her sing-song voice, babbling "Sticky Treat, Sticky Treaaat, Sticky Treaaat!!!" Until my cock erupted and I blaster her open mouth with thick ropes of the cum she'd begged so sweetly for!


I kept going until my legs gave out and I slumped back against a nearby counter top.

My eyes were closed, breathing coming hard as I tried to think of some way to thank the little pumpkin...


Before my mind could clear I felt a mushy warmth against my drained balls, and looked down into giant amber eyes...


"Shticky Tweafff..." She mumbled, muffled...


I was ever so slightly worried then that maybe I wouldn't make it to the morning... But I'd give it a damn good try!