The True Pumpkin King
This story was created as a gift for Dragonmate7 Royce sat at his desk muttering to himself, tail swishing aimlessly behind him as he was going over the stack of papers that made up the daily reports from all his various organizations. The clouded leopard finished reading the one currently in his hands, jotted a few lines in his personal notebook, and placed the report on the ‘completed’ pile.
Royce then yawned as he stretched his arms over his head, and decided to indulge himself in a small break. He stood up, adjusted the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down shirt, ran his pawwed hand through his shoulder-length hair, and headed over to the set of floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse suite.
As the clouded leopard moved from his desk, something quietly crawled through the air vents.
Royce strolled over to the window next to the bar stand, displaying a tantalus and a matching set of crystal glasses. Once there, he gazed out the window, admiring both the nighttime skyline, illuminated by the city lights, and the full moon overhead.
Whoever says that running an organized criminal empire was fun and easy was lying through their teeth, at least about the second half.
Sure, there were some leaders, usually the second or third generation children of the founders, who truly comprehended the blood, sweat, and tears it took to build up an organization into a well-oiled machine. Those types of people often place the value of fun over hard work, and as a result, they tend to burn through their organization’s cash like it was their own personal trust fund. Once that money dries up, the entire machine either comes to a screeching halt, or the next leader would create… an opening to fast-track themselves to the head of the table and take the reins.
While Royce was a fellow third-generation mob leader, his rise to power was a bit more unconventional than that of his peers. While his rise to the top was practically destined by being the only direct heir to the crime lord, it was an overseas trip during his college years that solidified his fate. While navigating the twisting roads of an old city, he stumbled upon a tome of ancient knowledge, which opened his eyes to the world of the arcane. Royce spent his time poring over the pages in secret, deciphering the old text and absorbing all the knowledge held within it. He soon discovered that he had a knack for ‘persuading’ the minds, bodies, and souls of others. Soon, he was able to create a brand new avenue of blackmail and bribery for his family, which secured his role as the next crime lord, even if nobody knew exactly how he was able to manage it.
With the full resources of the organization at his disposal, he was able to bolster his abilities and seize even more power throughout the city’s underside and elevate his family’s organization to new heights.
Even with all that power, even Royce knew that the most important aspect of running an organization, especially of this size with so many moving pieces, was to make sure that it kept moving. That requires him to read through every report, go over every development update, and double-check all the invoices to ensure that everyone was happy, or at least paid off.
The clouded leopard sighed loudly at the undeniable truth; it was dull work, but someone still had to make sure the checks were signed.
And yet, Royce reflected, as he shifted his focus towards the translucent reflection of himself in the window. He flashed himself a grin and allowed his eyes to flash with electric lilac energy while his long tail swished behind him as he mentally reminded himself, ‘There are plenty of benefits to being at the top.’
As the clouded leopard did so, the ventilation shaft overhead was carefully removed and placed to the side.
With his skills with magic, Royce was able to “compel” some high-ranking city officials into being photographed in rather compromising positions. Which in turn, allowed him to bypass some of the more annoying red tape of the expansion and created new establishments for the organization’s money laundering.
His personal favorite venture was the 24-hour gym, which not only cleaned the cash but also created a place to help recruit new muscle for the more physically intensive jobs. There was also the additional perk for Royce, the documented owner, to peruse the workout area and enjoy the sights, sounds, and aroma of a well-used gym. In fact, that was where he acquired his current muscle-bound boyfriend.
Just as he was about to reminisce about that first fateful encounter, something pushed itself out of the opening in the ceiling, and out emerged a pumpkin.
The orange pumpkin fell straight down, soaring like a comet with a trail of green vines bellowing from its top. The clouded leopard did not even have time to look up before the gourd crashed upon him, effortlessly engulfing his entire head as the vines streamed around his body.
Royce’s conscience was thrown into a black void with nothing to perceive except for himself.
From outside, the clouded leopard’s body remained standing upright as the pumpkin’s vines twitched and slowly began to lift themselves up into the air.
From within the void of the pumpkin, a booming voice rang out.
“FOOLISH MORTAL!” All at once, the void became instantly illuminated by an orange hellfire light with no actual source. Royce, in an incorporeal facsimile of his naked body, was greeted by an endless field of ghostly vines. Millions of miles writhing translucent green vines, each overlapping, creating a garbled mess of squirming madness.
In the physical world, a cracking sound emerged from deep within the gourd, as two triangular eye holes, a matching set of nose holes, and a jagged grin below it forced themselves open across the front of the pumpkin shell.
From each fissure, the same hellfire light shone through. Back in the plane of writhing mass of ghostly vines, the voice continued, “You are in the presence of Cala Blaza, and I have been watching you for quite some time. I have heard how you move within the shadows of the city, consolidating and expanding the reach of your family empire.”
Royce’s expression remained unreadable as the entity carried on. “My cultists have spent months gathering everything to create the vessel to carry me to you, and now, at long last, I am delighted to say it’s time for me to ‘muscle in’ and enact a ‘hostile takeover’ of every part of you.”
A thunderous laughter rolled through the field of vines as Royce felt an unseen and intangible presence flow into his body. It started at his head, seeping in from around the pumpkin, cascading down into the core of his chest, and then out to his extremities.
“I even had to wait until the full moon to launch my attack. I applaud you for your late-night work ethic… even if it spelled your doom!”
Royce just remained still as the spirit continued to flow into his body and began to operate it. Within the office, the clouded leopard’s right arm jerked in stiff, rigid motions, as if each muscle was being flexed one at a time, as it brought its hand up to the face. The fingers were then moved into position to allow the index finger to rub against the static thumb. Here, an expression of surprise streaked across Royce’s face as he looked down at the spectral version of his hand, witnessing how it remained open at his side as took in the sensation of rubbing his fingertips together.
From the outside, the body gave the right hand an experimental twist of the wrist as it wiggled the fingers in front of the jack-o-lantern’s face with a bit more fluidity than before. As Cala Blaza’s cackle emerged from inside the gourd and echoed out from the jagged holes.
“It has been so long since I have been able to touch anything, to experience the sensation of the physical world… to have a body once more!” The processed body of the clouded leopard brought its other hand up and began to rub them together as the rest of its body remained completely motionless. The spirit within shuddered with excitement as the vines that were attached to the pumpkin stem began to writhe in anticipation.
Royce maintained his neutral expression but silently marveled at the sensation that he was sharing with this intruding spirit. He felt the action of rubbing his hands together a million times before, but this time, he was experiencing it without his permission to do so.
The spirit continued to explore his freedom by moving the palms of each hand down the opposite forearm until they collided with the rolled-up sleeves of the button-down shirt. As the hands ran over the bunched-up fabric, Cala Blaza let loose a sound of disgust. “You mortals with your shame and desire to always cover up your body,” the spirit chided within Royce, “even with the bodies you sculpt for yourself, you still decide to drape yourself in these rags… denying the world the sight of your true form.” The pumpkin vines moved up to surround the clouded leopard’s body, turning in on the host, poised to attack as if they were snakes, all staring at the last morsel in the den.
There was a mere half-second beat of them just staying there.
Then all at once, the vines descended on the clouded leopard’s body, moving with perfect precision as each found an opening. Whether it was under the sleeves, up the pant legs, or even down through the neck collar, all began to assert their way in. As they wiggled through the space between the fabric and the fur, the occasional sound of popped stitches was heard within the quiet room.
The vines pushed their way through until they all met at the midsection of the leopard. Once the tendrils pressed themselves closer to the body, and then squirmed against it. Cala Blaza let out a cackle of glee from both in and outside the pumpkin as it savored the full sensation, while Royce was forced to experience it as well.
Then, in unison, all the vines flexed and pushed themselves outwards. There was only the slightest of resistances as the expensive fabric gave way to a cacophony of “riiips”, “Pop!”s, and “ttTEeart”s followed by an explosion of fabric.
A confetti of high thread count scraps fluttered through the air, revealing both the muscle-toned body of the clouded leopard underneath and the impressive set of cock and balls, now swinging free from their cloth confinement. “THERE we go!” purred Cala Blaza as he forced the body into a double bicep pose in front of the penthouse window.
“It feels so good to move again, to feel the muscles flex and twist against each other, to feel the blood pumping through the veins of the body as it moves from my will~” the pumpkin spirit said as he carried on flexing through different poses.
As he cycled through his poses, Cala Blaza brought a pair of vines in and wrapped them around each arm to begin fondling the muscles from the outside.
“My informants have relayed stories about how skilled you are at extorting and how you swoon your targets and then use yourself to create the blackmail material with them and shame them into submission. And from the size of your cock,” the spirit said as the head of one of the vines snaked down, coming in from at his thigh, as it cupped the balls “...I can see why it’s your favorite method.”
The end of the vine then reached out from under the clouded leopard’s balls, coiling up around the dick’s shaft with its midsection, stroking it while the vine’s tip began toying with the head.
A shudder of pleasure escaped from Cala Blaza’s gourd as the cock got hard.
“My cultists have whispered stories about how well you take care of the company you keep, especially your underlings, in both ways…” as another vine approached, wrapping around both ankles and began corkscrewing around the left leg until it reached the leopard’s rear and began playfully bouncing his cheeks.
“While I am more than eager to see the full extent of what this body can do with others,” the spirit teased towards Royce’s conscience, “I am going to take my time and enjoy this all for myself before I fully take over.”
At that, a vine wrapped around the ankles, snapped together, and yanked itself forward, sweeping the feet of the clouded leopard’s right from under it and causing the body to fall backwards.
The vines around the arms tightened, locking the limbs in place as the rest of the vines, acting in unison, whipped behind the body, each making a crescent moon shape, as they bent back up to catch the falling body.
Within the blink of an eye, the clouded leopard went from standing upright to being suspended in the air with arms and feet fully bound.
From within the void, Royce’s face flashed a look of startlement as his spirit self widened his stance, as if trying to steady himself against an unseen earthquake. Once he realized that he was not going to hit the ground, Royce regained his neutral stance while resuming his nonplused expression for the uninvited guest.
“Such a good feeling, isn’t it? To be suspended in the air, fully embraced by my vines,” Cala Blaza laughed as the vines began to squirm across the body, “And because I am a ‘generous’ spirit, I am going to allow you to experience all of this before I devour your essence completely. Consider it as a goodbye gift.~”
Royce felt the mass of vines that held his body up shift positions, leaning him back even more, as the heads of the vines began to eagerly run themselves back over him. He felt two come up and over the collarbones and down the front, with each head veering off to explore the respective armpits. They both seemed to almost savor the experiences as they rolled around the thick tufts of fur. Once satisfied, the pair looped around the shoulders, further securing them in place before slithering down, stopping to tease at the nipples, before they carried down to the navel.
The two that were wrapped around the arms forced the limbs to straighten as each continued twisting down the forearms until they reached and began tickling the clouded leopard’s palms. From below the waist, Royce felt the vine that snared his ankles begin to loosen its grip and fell away as another set of vines crept in around his thighs, forcing his legs to widen as they circled down his calves. Both vines secured the respective ankles before they moved on to caressing the bottom of the pawed feet.
All the while, the vine curled around the cock continued to pulse rhythmically.
Even though the body was in the process of being hijacked, it still reacted to the barrage of sensations. The heart rate increased, and the breathing became shallower, as the head of the twitching cock began pumping out precum that glistened in the lights of the penthouse.
And Royce felt both the vines and how his body was responding to it all, with his spectral form blushing as he let out a startled gasp as the full extent of the sensory onslaught took shape. Old habits took over as Royce, attempting to save face, turned his spirit head to the side, covering his mouth with a closed fist as he willed himself to recompose his stoic demeanor.
From all around the infinite shifting vines of his plain, the voice of Cala Blaza laughed as he also reveled in both the sensation and in Royce’s reaction.
“It is so good to feel all this glorious sensation! It has been so long since I could run my vines against a body … to feel the full height, length, and width of these pleasures in and outside of a mortal host. And let it be known, despite my powers over you, I am not influencing your body’s actions. It is enjoying this just as much as I am.”
As if to deliver a twist of the knife with that last statement, Cala Blaza brought all the vines up to double time as the clouded leopard’s body now began to involuntarily buck against the full-body restraints as a stream of precum began to flow from the cock. The room was then filled by the quiet squelching sound as the slick precum was picked up and spread up and down the shaft by the still stroking vine.
“Rest assured, I am nowhere near done exploring all of you,” the spirit teased as the vines hoisting up the body repositioned themselves with the two remaining vines rising up under the clouded leopard’s tail and began to scoop up the excess precum that managed to collect at the balls.
Once both vines were thoroughly coated, they fell back as they began twisting around each other, forming a double spiral, positioning themselves against the only unexplored area of the clouded leopard’s body.
In preparation, the pair of vines that was supporting the leopard’s legs slid the base of themselves up towards his rear to slowly pull the cheeks apart to expose the puckering asshole to the makeshift dildo.
Cala Blaza indulged in a moment of suspense as everything was lined up before he brought the twisted vines towards the new opening. Once the spiraled vines met the asshole, it paused its advancement to allow the combined tips to better inspect the hole up close.
From the ethereal void, Royce felt how this spirit started toying with his asshole. He felt how it ran around the circumference of his body’s involuntary twitching hole, slavering it with its own precum, as the rest of the vines wrapped around his body began writhing, as if equally excited for what was coming next. There was one more playful prod, then the vine before it struck. The spiraled pair shoved itself in, producing a squelching sound of his asshole giving way.
Despite knowing it was going to happen, Royce’s spirit self still arched his back and even craned his head around to confirm that the penetration was only happening to one version of himself. After verifying that was the case, he brought himself back around as he let out an amused moan, closing his eyes and easing his stance.
From all around, Royce heard the ecstatic, self-indulgent moans of the spirit as he continued to push the vine dildo deeper in, “Oh my, the intel I have about your … prowess was true,” Cala Blaza purred, “you have plenty of experience engaging in all forms of pleasure, I hardly needed to warm your body up to take me.”
The spirit punctuated that last comment with another deeper thrust. “I am going to have fun thoroughly exploring every square inch of you.”
With that, the vines holding up the processed body shifted themselves once more. Each long, squirming tendril adjusted the clouded leopard, leaning it further back and bringing each limb up into the air. The result was a position perfect for a prolonged ass fucking while propping the up in front of the penthouse window, looking over the city that Royce spent years building his own underground empire.
With everything in place, the section of vines wrapped around the leopard’s body broke out into double time. The spiraled vines in the ass acted first, by increasing both their pace and determination to plunge deeper while also incorporating a quarter circle twist of the pumpkin made dildo with every thrust.
Each of the pumpkin vines did its best to molest every bit of the surface that they could reach. From the hands down to the armpits, across the front and back of his torso, and from his toned thighs down to the bottom of his footpads, all moved with reckless abandon. No spot was spared.
Down at the groin, the vine wrapped around the cock joined in, escalating its teasing movements as it continued twisting and squeezing the shaft as the tip of the vine played with the now constantly leaking head. Out of all of them, this one demonstrated some restraint, because just as the body was about to cross over the edge of climaxing, the vine would slam on the brakes, denying the body its release before repeating the process over.
While the spirit was in the process of seizing control of the body, it still managed to respond to the sudden burst of sensation. From all over, muscles spasmed, and limbs wildly bucked from the overstimulation, all while the hips tried to manage to thrust against the vines, doing everything it could to find release.
Even as the vines carried on their assault, they were still steadfast with their restraints, keeping the body locked in place as it mindlessly fought back, all while the illuminated pumpkin head remained fixed in place, expressionlessly staring out over the city.
From inside the head, within the mental world, came the sounds of Cala Blaza echoing throughout the mass of spectral vines as he and now Royce relished every aspect of the experience.
“This is such a divine sort of pleasure,” the spirit moaned as the vines around convolved, “Enjoy these last few moments, because once I conquer your body, I am going to devour your soul and seize everything you built!” Cala Blaza fell back into a cackling delight with the physical vines responding in kind, and Royce’s expression soured. The spirit version of the crime lord rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and said with an edge of annoyance in his voice, “Hmmm, No. I don’t think I’ll sign off on that last bit.”
A mocking laughter rolled around the plane of ghostly vines, all squirming with anticipation, “And what is this little mortal going to do to stop me?”
As if waiting for that exact challenge, a devilish smirk grew across Royce’s face as his tail swished behind him, “I’m so glad you asked.”
The crime lord then took a deep breath and uttered a simple two-syllable word.
The language was not common, nor was it from any other spoken language. It was a word that came from a very old book, purchased from a merchant from across the ocean. A book that Royce spent years studying, not just to understand the text but to learn how to harness the power that it contained and to become a master of it.
Even though the word was small, it easily carried the full weight of Royce’s power as it pulsed outward from Royce’s spectral body.
As the power passed over the spectral vines, they all erupted in lilac purple flames, and within a fraction of a moment, the whole infinite field was alight and writhing in pain. From the outside, all of the vines that were fondling the naked clouded leopard went stock still. Leaving the equally still body suspended motionless in the air, with the tendrils mid stroke around the cock and the dildo still fully inserted.
“WhAt Is THis!?” Cala Blaza cried out from within the void.
The crime lord just stood there, totally unbothered by the sudden roaring inferno, just watching as the vines desperately tried to extinguish themselves against each other and failing miserably.
“Really? Did you honestly think that it was going to be that simple?” Royce replied, satisfaction dripping from his voice.
“You think I don't have contacts of my own? That someone like me, who climbed up and secured this position for so long, wouldn’t know of everything that happens in the shadows of my city and beyond?”
On the outside, the crescent moon sections of the vines that held up the clouded leopard’s body began to slowly, practically reluctantly, shuffle as it pivoted the still suspended and motionless body away from the penthouse window and back towards Royce’s office.
From inside, the spirit continued to scream in both astonishment and agony. “I have been building wards since I was in college. I knew you were here the moment you slithered onto my property. Was it not surprising how easy it was for you to get through my security? To scale the elevator shaft and air vents uninterrupted? That on the night of your big move, I was without my bodyguard, and I was in the perfect spot for you to ambush me from above?”
“Wha-!?” Cala Blaza responded, managing to shout out between his own howls of pain.
“Really, for how much you boasted about your little secret cult club… You guys have terrible operational security,” the crime lord added with a smile, revealing the set of pointed teeth that were always lying in wait just underneath his lips.
“I will say, despite your incessant gloating, I did enjoy the full body entertainment. I was even planning to allow you to keep going, to see if you had any more tricks up your sleeves,” Royce said with an almost self-indulgent look on his face. “...but,” he added, with a look of spiteful disappointment, “You just had to ruin it by keeping mentioning how you were going to take my body and hijack my organization. There is nothing I despise more in this world than those who cheat their way to the top.”
“Especially when they are trying to take the spot I worked so hard to get.” The crime lord punctuated the last six words of that last sentence with his eyes flashing that same lilac purple. “I think it’s time to show you exactly how I earned and maintained this position.” With that, Royce drew his spirit form up, mimicking the action of taking a deep, steadying breath.
He then uttered another phrase of power. The magical energy surged out from him, pushing out in the shape of a cone in the form of a mighty gale wind.
As the wind collided with the burning vines, the flames were quickly extinguished and blown away. Those vines crashed against the ones next to them as they were carried along with the same momentum.
Royce saw the tangled mess of vines get whisked away, off to the horizon of this place, pulling the mass of vines behind the crime lord with them, all while Cala Blaza let out one more surprised howl that faded away as the vines disappeared.
From the outside, the vines that held up the clouded leopard looked like they were wilting. The structure that held them up disappeared as, with their last action, they eased the body from its cradled position down to the floor so it could stand back on its own two feet. As soon as it was upright, the neck jerked forward as blazing orange hellfire ecotoplasm was ejected from the jack-o-lantern’s face holes, extinguishing the flame inside the pumpkin.
The ectoplasm was propelled straight outwards, with the momentum quickly decreasing to a halt, to just float in the middle of the air. During the expulsion, the mass of ectoplasm was formed into a 1:1 replica of Royce that was now helplessly floating a half dozen feet away from the jack-o-lantern and vine-covered original. The orange copycat began to twist its back and whip its neck around, desperate to get a view of the surroundings, its form, and then finally back towards the physical leopard.
In the same bewildered voice, yet now without the booming sound effect, Cala Blaza shouted out, “What’s happening!?” A distant laughter emanated from the empty jack-o-lantern head, a laughter that seemed to echo from within an infinite deep cavern as, within the eye sockets, two tiny pinpricks of lilac lights sparked into existence.
The laughter grew both louder and clearer as the pinpricks of lights began barrelling through the void inside the gourd, blossoming into a pair of miniature supernovas. It reached a crescendo as the flames crashed through the triangular eye holes, causing the head to lurch forward and then recoil from the apparent impact. The head rocked back and forth a few times before it came back to an upright position, but now tilted to the side. The mighty lilac fire spread down to fill out the other holes with the flames licking past the thresholds of the pumpkin’s carved face.
Cala Blaza continued to stare in horror as the laughter finally died down and the neck righted the pumpkin head and turned it towards the leopard facsimile. From the pumpkin head, Royce’s voice spoke out, now with a slight echo, “My, this is quite roomy now that I have the place all to myself.”
The spirit saw the body he once processed began to lift up its arms as it turned its neck, as Royce began inspecting the vines that draped them before moving on to the rest of the body.
“What have you done!?” Cala Blaza shouted as his attention was still torn between the real Royce and the spirit double that he was now. “Why, I’m doing what you want,” Royce replied with a posioned honey sweetness in his voice as he slowly brought his pumpkin-encased head to face the excerized spirit, “I initially was planning on just banishing you away to whatever dark corner of the beyond you emerged from, but… You seemed so keen on experiencing all the pleasures of the physical world that I decided, out of the kindness of my heart, to give you exactly that.” The crime lord nodded to the identical form of Cala Blaza, “...and I honestly could not think of a better form for you to take than of yours truly!” as he ended the sentence with a full body pose.
“I… applaud you for your use of the vines,” Royce carried on, “but I must say, your method of actually implementing them left much to be desired.” From within the carved pumpkin head, the lilac fire flared with power once more as the edge of the flames was tilted towards the stem.
Cala Blaza followed the path and watched as flames filled the stem and moved up into the mess of vines beyond. Flickering purple light shone out from within the viens of the ten vines, each crackling with magic as they came back to life.
Once reanimated, the pumpkin vines unfurled themselves from Royce’s torso, limbs, and cock as well as removing the double helix pair from his ass, with a rather wet ‘pop.’ All ten reared themselves up, with every tip pointed directly at the exposed spirit, still helplessly floating in the air.
The now fully naked and unburdened Royce started to walk closer to his guest with his arms held up in a showman-like fashion, “You kept going on, and on about how much you enjoyed feeling these vines on you, I figure the least I could do is to return the favor.”
The crime lord allowed a moment of suspense to build up before he acted.
The vines lashed out in a coordinated strike upon the orange hellfire version of Royce. This time, instead of the vines starting their attack from the torso and moving out, the crime lord chose to begin at the far ends and crawl their way inwards.
A pair of vines struck the arms first, each one started at the spectral pawed hand, snaking between the spaces of the fingers and thumb before wrapping around the wrists. Once each digit was fully spread, the vines wrapped around the wrists and steadily brought the hands up to the shoulders and out to the sides. Once the arms were splayed out, they then curled up the extended arm, securing each segment in place as they went.
Down below, the same things were being done to his feet and legs, as a set of vines wrapped around the pawed feet and up the ankles. The legs were pulled into a spread-eagled position as the vines moved in unison up to his hips.
Cala Blaza both tried to fight back and involuntarily spasmed as the vines crawled over every inch of the orange hellfire limbs, but it was a futile effort. Nothing he did could stop the now turned vines from totally restraining the already helpless specter.
The real Royce remained still, watching the show unfold as he willed his vines ever forward.
Once both arms were fully restrained, the ends of the vines buried themselves into the nook of the specter’s armpits. At the same time, the two that reached the groin, split off with one beginning to wrap around the balls and base of the cock while the other moved around, wiggling in between the clenched asscheeks to park itself right on top of the asshole.
As that was going on, a fifth vine announced itself by wrapping around Cala Blaza’s waist and began to slowly coil around his torso, up towards the pecs to tease the nipples.
“Your problem is,” Royce said once everything was nearly in place, “you just brute force your way to domination. Your whole method is, let's be fair, shoddy. It lacks creativity, finesse. See, with just a little bit of … restraint, I was able to hold you down with half of the resources.”
To add insult to injury, Royce stretched two of the remaining five vines over towards the tantalus and began manipulating the mechanism to unlock the cabinet. The tendrils wrapped around the neck of the bottle of Scotch, undid the lid, and poured the contents into a crystal glass. The vines then reset everything before bringing the glass back to the crime lord.
Royce took the drink in his hand and swirled it around, all while maintaining ‘eye contact’ with the spirit.
A look of indignation crashed upon the spirit’s face at both the jab and the taunt. He was just about to shout something back, but the moment he opened his mouth, the vine that was nestled at his pecs shot up, barreling its way past his lips, filling up the mouth, stifling any words that would have come out. “And another thing, this big ol’ pumpkin head,” Royce continued his critique of the intruder.
He then brought his hand up and gave a series of knocks against the gourd, producing a deep hollow sound with each hit. “I get that it might be your ‘thing’, but it completely prevents any chance to use the mouth during the play.”
Royce extended his hands, palms facing his bound ‘guest’, with his fingers spread as if he was preparing to theatrically cast a spell.
“Let me show you how I would do it.”
The crime lord flexed his fingers, and the vines that entangled the spirit’s body began to pulse and writhe.
Every square inch of Cala Blaza’s form came under siege. The shifting vines squirmed between his caught fingers, caressing the sculpted forearms and biceps, as the ends began tickling the specter’s armpits. His feet were teased in the same way, as the vine that wrapped around his junk began playing around with his balls and stroking the cock. From the rear, the vine plunged into the spirit’s ass, rhythmically pulsing with everything else as it wormed itself inch by inch.
The spirit descended into a fit of full-body spasms as he tried to process all the new sensory information coming from his new form.
Royce took on the role of a symphony conductor as he silently carried out his attack with ruthless precision. He mentally instructed each vine how to work over each of its designated body parts to yield the biggest response, while not being so overbearing that it would take too much attention away from the others’ efforts.
Cala Blaza tried to maintain composure and break free from the restraints that he just had under his control, but he was in a copy of Royce’s body, and the crime lord knew exactly what buttons to push. Soon, the office was filled with the sounds of struggling grunts and reluctant, muffled moans.
It was music to Royce’s ears.
Within a few minutes, Cala Blaza let out a defeated groan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his back arched, and his dick spasmed as it shot its load onto the floor. As orgasm rocketed through his form, it was accompanied by a cracking sound as all across the spirit’s convulsing form, fissures opened up with bright hellfire light shining from underneath.
Royce’s eyebrows rose within the pumpkin helm as he watched this new development present itself. Out of one part courtesy, and one part intrigue, the clouded leopard ceased his orchestrated assault, let the vines slacken just a bit, and pulled the vine that was currently shoved in the back of the spirit's mouth.
Cala Blaza coughed and sputtered the best he could with the gag in his mouth as he tried to compose himself. As he did, his form made the sound of ceramic shards clattering against each other as the light blinked through the shifting cracks. The spirit looked down at his fractured body with surprise before bringing his head back to face Royce.
He looked like a living kintsugi art piece.
The crime lord just stood there staring back at his now cracked spirit doubleganger. Then, within the lilac fiery gourd, the clouded leopard said, “Do you honestly think I would let you off so easily?”
The light purple flames surged out from the eyes and mouth holes as the magical energy shifted upwards to the top of the helm and into the stem atop. As it did so, the energy itself changed, shifting from the gentle crackle of a fire in a hearth to the volatile crackling of electricity as it slowly flowed out of the stem through five of the ten vines that held the spirit.
Cala Blaza looked on in horror as he witnessed Royce’s magic course through the vines that restrained him.
“I told you that you lacked creativity.”
The spirit tried once more to break free, but the vines kept their ironclad hold. All he could do was brace himself as the electrified energy made contact. Even then, Cala Blaza twitched as Royce’s magic introduced itself at his hands, feet, and waist.
The sound jostling fragments chimes away as he let out a series of barely contained yelps and gasps as the energy continued to crawl through the still vines around his cracked form.
Just when Cala Blaza looked like he could handle his composure, Royce commanded the vines to resume their squirming once more. All of them sprang back to life, squeezing, pulsing, fondling, and exploring every crevice of the spirit’s form.
Royce watched on in amusement as the spirit fell back into a series of uncontrollable convulsions, reveling in the sight as each body part tried to jerk away from the electricity, only to be thrown into the embrace of a different segment of the same electrified vine.
To add additional salt in the wound, the crime lord caused the vine embedded in Cala Blaza’s ass to expand in circumference to ensure constant contact with the internal walls. He also willed the vine wrapped around the dick to pulse with renewed vigor while now gently squeezing the balls. Those two new moves caused the spirit’s hips to buck and move in all directions, desperately trying to find a way out of both ends.
Royce continued to watch the spectral spectacle he had all to himself as the orange duplicate, covered in lilac sparks, writhed as the hellfire light shone out from the cracks that were opening and closing with the form’s constant twitching.
Through his expert technique, the crime lord was able to push through the spirit’s dwindling resistance as the once proud spirit let out a series of reluctant moans and a defeated grunt as the form started to convulse once again.
The act was accompanied by another chorus of clattering and even more cracks as pieces of the fragmented shell of Cala Blaza’s form jostled against each other as the fissures’ edges continued to expand. It all concluded with another forced orgasm as a squirt of cum was squeezed out of Cala Blaza’s dick, dribbling onto the floor.
Now panting and sucking air through his nose, the spirit secretly hoped that there would be some respite. He would sit through another round of gloating from this crime lord if it were an option.
But relief never came.
Royce did not even allow the intruder to have that full moment to himself. He instead flipped Cala Blaza onto his back, increased the intensity of the vines’ actions and voltage, and lifted him higher into the air to illuminate with his office as a makeshift disco ball. After admiring the lightshow of overstimulated agony and pleasure, Royce turned around and walked back to his desk, pulling Cala Blaza behind like a balloon. The crime lord sat back down and used the light from his pumpkin helm as illumination as he resumed his paperwork.
Running an empire can not stop because of just one guest.
While it may have looked like the crime lord was ignoring his special guest, he still used every trick in the book to ensure the spirit could never catch its breath while still pushing the edge of what he could do with the pumpkin tendrils.
He worked over the spirit’s ass to take not just an additional vine, but the third one, and made sure to have each independently moved within him at different yet complementary paces.
He teased the spirit’s nipples, providing them with enough electrical juice to force him to orgasm from that alone. He pushed Cala Blaza to cum again and again. Following the first two, Royce made a point of contorting the spirit's form or aiming the dick in such a way that the cumloads would always land back onto the spirit. With each mindshattering climax, the cracks along his form continued to expand and began to intersect with each other, making wider windows which revealed the raw, squishy ectoplasm quivering underneath.
It carried on like that for hours.
By the end of the very long night, Royce was done reviewing his paperwork, and Cala Blaza was an exhausted, gasping, gaping mess. His outer shell was nothing more than loose fragments that were held together by a thread, which made him hardly look like the clouded leopard that he was forced to be.
The crime lord gathered up all his documents and neatly placed them away. Once his desk was nice and clean, he turned his full attention up towards his plaything. Cala Blaza was face down, completely limp, against the now motionless, yet still crackling vines.
The crime lord savored the sight of his work before he willed the vines to bring his subject down to just below eye level. He then extended his hand out and, with one finger under the chin, tilted the spirit’s head up to bring his unfocused eyes up towards Royce’s firefly pumpkin eye hole. “I have no doubt that you had your fill of physical pleasures,” Royce said with that same poisoned honey tone along with the voice augmentation by the helm, “but it is getting late, and now it’s time to go our separate ways.”
The spirit just looked back with unfocused eyes, bathed in the lilac light of his better, as he let out the smallest whimper of acceptance, “And,” Royce continued, “I would be a rather rude host if I did not send you off without one final goodbye gift.”
At that, the crime lord lifted his arm well over his head and twisted his torso to expose his right furry armpit to the spectral guest. He then commanded the vine to carefully move the spirit up from horizontal to vertical and then lift him back up, high enough so that Cala Blaza’s waist was right at the crevice. Then the vine that had been wrapped around the spirit’s dick all night finally withdrew itself and gave the shaft some breathing room.
Once everything was lined up, Cala Blaza was pulled in. The captured spirit recoiled as the head of his overstimulated dick brushed up against the stray hairs of Royce’s armpit.
The crime lord kept bringing him closer, forcing the spent dick to be buried deep into his crevice, savoring those series of gasps as the spirit was forced to feel every strand of fur as it ran over every millimeter of his sensitive shaft.
But nothing could beat the moan of despair Cala Blaza uttered when the vines that surrounded him began to resume their intimate massaging.
When Cala Blaza remained motionless after a few playful nudges, Royce took it upon himself to instruct the vines to rock the spirit’s hips back and forth.
The clouded leopard let out a self-indulgent moan as he relaxed his stance, allowing his body to be rocked by the puppeted action. While it was not seen, a smirk spread across his face as he revelled in the raw gasps and deafened moans heard overhead. The crime lord even allowed himself to indulge a bit more by bringing some of the free vines back on himself. He willed one to wrap around his hips and then snake down to his own, neglected, cock to begin pleasuring it. From above, another vine came up and curled around Royce’s shoulders and slithered down his pecs to play with his left nipple. He even went so far as to give a bit of an electric charge to both of his vines, to get the full experience.
There, the two stayed with the captured spirit being pushed towards another orgasm as he was forced to debase himself by fucking an armpit as Royce slipped into the bliss of enjoying the build-up to absolute victory after a good day’s work.
Royce made sure that he and his guest kept up in pace in terms of arousal, and eventually Cala Blaza began to buck once again all by himself. This time around, the movements were more frantic as a mishmash of gibberish flowed out of his mouth, half pleading to stop, half begging to keep going.
Royce just lapped it all up as he compelled his vines to go into overtime, as he brought his left hand down over his vine wrapped cock to stroke himself even more. The crime lord also repositioned himself for what was coming next, while keeping his arm steady, he angled the rest of him towards the wildly bucking spirit.
Cala Blaza was convulsing now, with his ectoplasm starting to shake within the shattered shell. The now utterly broken spirit let out one final staggered gasp as his body started to prepare itself for the final orgasm.
The spirit hunched forward, shooting his load, in the form of a series of pathetic squirts, deep into Royce’s armpit, as his form let loose another set of volatile spasms that shook Cala Blaza to the core.
The crime lord took a deep breath and joined his guest as he unloaded his across the office floor.
On the last spasm and squirt from his spent dick, the final bits of Cala Blaza’s shell gave way as the goo that comprised the spirit burst forth. A wave of glowing orange ectoplasm crashed upon the welcoming clouded leopard’s naked body, from head to pawwed foot.
Royce just tilted his head upwards with lilac flames continuing to lick out from the frozen jack-o-lantern face, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. He and his vines remained motionless in the ghostly ooze, just basking in the dripping raw magical energy of a conquered enemy.
After taking his moment, the crime lord took a slow, steady inhale and began to compose himself again. As he did, all the ectoplasm that covered his body began to sink into his fur as it got absorbed into his skin. From below, the puddle of ooze began to be pulled towards the undersides of his paws. The entire process took less than a couple of seconds, and by the end, Royce was bone dry, with fluffy fur, and fully content.
Now all that was left was the headpiece.
Royce compelled the vines to extend upwards, straightening out while separating into two equal bundles. From the base of the pumpkin stem, two sets of vines began to gracefully twist and twirl each other, each creating an identical, elegant pattern.
Once fully braided, the two ends came together at the top to form a giant wreath directly above the clouded leopard.
Down at the pumpkin helm, the lilac flames from within the helm began to fade as Royce stopped channeling his magic through it. With the last ember dying out from within the jack-o-lantern, the entire gourd began to slide down towards Royce’s front. The helm never changed its color or opacity. The jack-o-lantern simply phased through Royce’s head, revealing his satisfied smile on his face, as it and the vines shrank in size.
The pumpkin continued its slow sliding and shrinking until the braided vines made contact with the back of Royce’s neck, which allowed the now pendulum-sized jack-o-lantern to rest upon the crime lord’s pecs. The clouded leopard then brought his hands up to lift the necklace off his head, turned it around, to better inspect his prize. He rolled the pumpkin pendant between his fingers and thumb, noticing how the lights of the city behind him caught within its curves and crevices.
He then palmed the trinket in his left hand and strolled across his penthouse office towards the portrait of his family. Royce reached up and grabbed the side of the frame, swinging it open to reveal a respectively sized safe set into the wall behind it.
The clouded leopard spun the dial back and forth, inputting the combination that only he knew. When the faintest of ‘clicks’ came from within the metal door, he grabbed the safe handle and pulled it open bringing to light a small collection of similarly sized knick-knacks. Each one was the remains of a fool heartily spirit or occasional magic practitioner that tried their hand at usurping Royce.
The crime lord fondly looked over his trove of trophies before he haphazardly tossed the necklace onto the pile and closed the door, condemning them all to the sealed darkness.
Just as Royce swung the portrait back in place, the main door to the office slid open.
Silhouetting against the doorway, an imposing bulldog stood at attention. He was tall, well-built, with enhanced muscles, and dressed in a custom form-fitting suit that just barely hid some of the well-earned tattoos that poked through his wrists.
In a gruff voice, the bulldog spoke, “You finished, boss?”
Royce turned back around, showing off his still naked body, and with a wicked smile and a flash of magic in his eyes replied, “Never better.”
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