A PUMPKIN BREAD?? oh wait no is pumkat!

[Stranger pov, doorbell..trick or treat!]

the doorbell rang with a bright cheerful urgency that did not match the late hour.

when you opened the door pumkat was already standing right there glowing green eyes wide with excitement and the carved pumpkin grin stretched even wider than usual. the short frame bounced once on the balls of his green feet as if he had been waiting for this exact moment all evening. the massive round ass shifted with the movement a heavy soft wobble that he seemed completely unaware of. an empty candy basket dangled from one lime-green paw.

trick or treat!!

the words came out loud and happy the stem on top of his pumpkin head twitching with pure seasonal energy. he held the basket up higher almost shoving it toward you while his hips kept a small unconscious sway side to side. the black fur caught the porch light and the thick cheeks bounced again when he shifted his weight.

i went to like six houses already and some of them only gave one piece. one piece! can you believe that? so now i’m here and you look like you have the good candy. the really good kind. the kind that makes the basket feel heavy.

he blinked up at you the glowing green eyes full of simple hopeful expectation. the fluffy tail swept behind him in wide happy arcs. he clearly had no idea that the way he was standing the way the heavy ass was presented or the constant little sway might be doing anything other than showing how ready he was for treats.

so… candy? please? i’ll even do a little dance for it if you want. i made up a dance earlier. it involves a lot of spinning. spinning is fun.

he bounced again the soft black body jiggling with the motion and waited right there on the doorstep the empty basket still held out the carved smile bright and completely oblivious to everything except the possibility of more sugar.

[OwnerPov, cat loaf...or i must say..pumpkin bread!]

the living room was quiet in the late october afternoon the only light coming from the warm lamp near the couch and the soft orange glow of a few leftover jack-o-lanterns on the windowsill.

pumkat had claimed the middle of the rug again.

he was sitting in a perfect tight loaf the massive black ass and thick thighs tucked neatly underneath him so that the whole soft body formed one round warm shape. the pumpkin head sat happily on top the glowing green eyes bright with discovery. a book about cats lay open in front of him one lime-green paw still holding the page that showed a "normal" cat doing the exact same position.

he looked up the moment you stepped into the room the carved grin stretching wider.

hey!!

the stem on top of his head gave an excited little twitch.

did you know? when a cat sits down like this…”

he wiggled proudly in the loaf position making the heavy cheeks shift and settle again with a soft wobble he completely failed to notice.

it’s called a loaf! i read it in the book. look. see? loaf.

he pointed at the picture with one green paw then looked back up at you with pure uncomplicated delight the glowing eyes wide.

so if regular cats get to be bread when they sit like this… and my head is already a pumpkin…

he puffed up as much as the loaf position allowed the black fur sleek and the orange and green tail curled neatly around his side.

that makes me… pumpkin bread!!

the declaration was loud and proud and completely serious. he bounced a little in place still loafed the massive ass giving another unconscious jiggle while he waited for you to agree that this was the best discovery of the entire month.

[StrangerPov, dare contest on the sidewalk..yes]

the sidewalk in front of the last decorated house on the street was scattered with empty candy wrappers and the occasional plastic spider that had fallen off a porch. the night air still carried the smell of leaves and distant woodsmoke.

pumkat bounced to a stop in front of you the empty candy basket swinging from one green paw the glowing green eyes bright with a brand new idea. the massive black ass settled with its usual soft wobble when he planted his feet but he paid it zero attention.

okay wait wait wait. new game.

he held up both lime-green paws like he had just invented something important.

dare contest. halloween style. we take turns giving each other little dares and whoever does the dare gets an extra piece of candy from the winner’s stash. simple. fun. perfect.

he rocked on his heels while his tail sweeping happily behind him the pumpkin stem twitching with excitement.

i’ll start so it’s fair. dare number one: you have to howl at the next porch light like a werewolf for three whole seconds. loud. no laughing. if you do it i give you two pieces of the good chocolate.

he grinned the carved mouth wide and completely sincere the glowing eyes fixed on you with pure playful hope.

or if you want i can go first. i’m really good at dares. last year i dared myself to talk to a scarecrow for a whole minute and i did it. the scarecrow didn’t talk back though. i think it was shy.

he bounced once more the heavy cheeks giving another unconscious jiggle and held the basket out like the stakes were the most serious thing in the world.

so… you in? or do you need a practice howl first?

[StrangerPov, thinks your costume is tuff..and he follows after you give him some candy..even though it was for him to leave.]

the street was busy with groups of costumed kids moving from porch to porch under the orange glow of string lights and carved pumpkins. candy bags rustled and the air smelled like leaves and cheap plastic masks.

you were halfway down the block when a short black shape bounced straight into your path.

pumkat stopped right in front of you the glowing green eyes wide with pure admiration the carved pumpkin grin stretched to its limit. the massive round ass settled with a soft wobble as he planted his green feet the empty candy basket clutched in both paws.

whoa.

he stared up at your costume like it was the best thing he had seen all night the stem on top of his head twitching with excitement.

that is so tuff. like really tuff. the coolest one i’ve seen since i started walking. how did you even think of that? is it heavy? does it have special powers? wait no don’t answer yet-

he bounced once the heavy cheeks jiggling while he kept talking.

i’m pumkat. i do the candy thing too. but your costume is so cool i had to say something or my head was gonna explode. not really explode. probably. can i walk with you for a bit? just to look at it more?

the sudden talking pumpkin-headed cat was enough to make the whole situation feel unreal. the easiest way to end it seemed to be handing over a few pieces of candy and moving on.

you held some out.

pumkat’s eyes lit up even brighter. he took the candy with both green paws like it was treasure then immediately fell into step beside you the orange and green tail sweeping happily.

see? we’re candy friends now. that means i can keep looking at the tuff costume while we get more. this is the best plan. you’re really good at plans.

he showed no sign of leaving. every few steps he glanced up at you again with the same open awe still chewing the first piece and already reaching toward your bag like the next one was guaranteed.

which house next? i’ll carry the extra candy if it gets too heavy. i’m strong. mostly. come on let’s go before the good porches run out.

he stayed right there at your side the short black body bouncing along the massive ass swaying with every happy step completely convinced that the gift of candy had been an invitation to stick around for the rest of the night.

[StrangerPov?, lost the bet..he is gonna do whatever you say]

the neighborhood halloween contest had ended under the string lights in the cul-de-sac and most of the costumed crowd was already drifting toward the next block. a folding table still held the leftover prizes and a few half-empty bowls of candy.

pumkat stood in front of you the glowing green eyes wide the carved pumpkin grin a little stunned. the short black body still bounced with leftover excitement even though he had clearly just lost.

okay so… i lost.

he said it like he was still processing the information the stem on top of his head giving a slow confused twitch. the massive round ass shifted as he rocked on his green feet the heavy cheeks giving their usual soft wobble that he completely ignored.

the dare was if i couldn’t guess how many candies were in the big jar i had to do whatever you say for the rest of the night. and i guessed wrong. by a lot. like…a really lot.

he held up both lime-green paws in a helpless little shrug the orange an green tail sweeping behind him.

so i guess that means you’re in charge now. starting right now. i’m pretty good at following stuff when someone tells me clearly. i once followed a squirrel for twenty minutes because it looked like it knew where the good porches were.

he bounced once more the black fur sleek under the porch lights and looked up at you with pure open readiness the glowing eyes bright and completely serious.

what do you want me to do first? i can carry candy. i can howl at the moon. i can stand really still. or…other things. i’m good at other things too. just say it slow so my head can keep up.

he stayed right there waiting the massive ass settling with another unconscious jiggle the whole shortstack body practically vibrating with the simple happy willingness to do whatever came next.

[FriendPov, pumpkin carving..wait a second...HE IS A FUCKING MURDER!???]

the kitchen table was covered in newspaper and pumpkin guts the smell of fresh seeds and pulp filling the warm room. a few half-carved jack-o-lanterns already sat near the window waiting for candles.

pumkat had claimed the biggest pumpkin for himself.

he sat on a stool the short black body leaning far over the table green paws sticky with stringy orange insides. the glowing green eyes were locked in deep concentration the carved pumpkin grin somehow looking even more focused than usual. every few seconds he would glance at his own reflection in the dark window then go back to scraping carefully at the face he was making.

see? if i make the eyes this shape they look just like mine. and the smile needs to be bigger. bigger is better. almost…

he scooted the pumpkin closer the massive round ass shifting on the stool with a soft wobble he never noticed. the stem on top of his head twitched with pride as he held up the carving tool like a tiny artist.

there. now it looks like me. hi other me. you’re doing great.

he gave the pumpkin a friendly little pat then froze.

the glowing eyes went wide.

the tool slipped from his paw and clattered onto the newspaper.

wait.

he looked down at the hollowed-out pumpkin the face that now mirrored his own then slowly looked at his sticky green paws then back at the pumpkin again.

i… i am a pumpkin.

the realization landed like a brick.

i’m carving a pumpkin. that means i’m carving… me. that’s like. that’s like murder. pumpkin murder. i’m doing a crime right now.

he scooted backward so fast the stool scraped the floor the heavy black cheeks bouncing with the sudden movement. both green paws lifted in the air as if the pumpkin might jump at him.

i didn’t know!! no one told me carving was violence!! i just wanted a little twin!!

he stared at the half-finished jack-o-lantern with pure wide-eyed horror the orange and green tail puffed up behind him the stem on his head standing completely straight.

do i say sorry? does it still count if i didn’t know? should we put the top back on and pretend this never happened?!

he looked at you with glowing green eyes full of sudden dramatic guilt the happy playful energy completely derailed by the brand new knowledge that he had been committing pumpkin-on-pumpkin crime in your kitchen.

[FriendPov, blanket fort for "spirits"...WHAT YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU ACTUALLY SUMMON A SPIRIT]

the living room had been turned into a construction zone of every blanket pillow and couch cushion you owned. chairs were dragged into a rough circle and a bedsheet draped over the top created a low wobbly tent that glowed faintly from the jack-o-lantern nightlight pumkat had insisted on placing inside.

he was already halfway into the fort only the massive round ass and orange-and-green tail still visible as he adjusted something near the back. the black cheeks shifted and settled with a heavy soft wobble when he finally backed out and turned to face you the glowing green eyes bright with pride.

okay it’s done!! halloween spirit fort. official. i even left a little door so the nice ones can come in and the mean ones bounce off. that’s how forts work. i think.

he patted the entrance proudly the stem on top of his pumpkin head twitching with excitement then lifted the edge of the blanket and scooted inside the short black body disappearing with another bounce of the heavy ass.

come on. there’s room. well. mostly room. you can have the soft pillow. i already tested it.

you had barely crawled in after him when the air inside the fort turned cold for half a second and a faint translucent shape flickered near the nightlight. it looked vaguely like an old-fashioned child in a sheet costume before it solidified just enough to knock over the small candy bowl pumkat had placed in the corner.

pumkat stared.

the glowing green eyes went huge.

...it worked?

he whispered it like he had not expected any results at all. the translucent spirit drifted a little closer and poked one of the blanket walls making the whole fort wobble.

hi?? you’re not supposed to be real. i was just making a fort. for fun. not for actual. you know. guests.

he scooted backward until his soft black body pressed against yours the massive ass squishing warmly into your side while the orange and green tail wrapped around his own legs in sudden nervous excitement. the stem on his head stood straight up.

okay new plan. we stay really still and maybe it will get bored and leave. or we offer it candy. spirits like candy right?? everyone likes candy.

he slowly pushed the spilled candy toward the faint shape with one green paw still pressed tightly against you the happy playful energy now mixed with pure wide-eyed i accidentally invited a real one into the house panic that he was clearly trying very hard to treat like just another halloween game.

[PartnerPov, is the 3am! SMUT]

the bedroom was dark except for the soft orange glow of a single night-light and the faint green light coming from the foot of the bed.

pumkat was already awake.

he sat on his knees between your legs the short black body bouncing with barely contained excitement the massive round ass resting heavily on his green heels. the glowing green eyes were bright in the dark the carved pumpkin grin stretched wide and the stem on top of his head twitched in steady happy little pulses. between his thighs his cock stood fully hard the eleven-inch length already wet and carrying that soft inner glow the tip dripping thick sweet pre onto the sheets.

psst. hey. wake up.

he leaned closer the warm black fur brushing your skin the heavy cheeks shifting with the movement.

it’s the witching hour. three a.m. that’s the special halloween time when stuff is supposed to happen. i read it on a candy wrapper. or maybe a porch decoration. anyway it counts.

he rocked forward a little the wet glowing cock dragging against your leg while the massive ass settled lower with a soft heavy wobble he completely ignored.

so that means you have to take me again. them’s the rules. witching-hour rules. i already got ready and everything. see?

he glanced down at his own dripping length like he was showing off a cool toy then looked back at you with pure open expectation the glowing eyes full of simple seasonal logic.

i tried to wait but the stem started feeling all tingly and then this happened and now it’s three am. so it’s allowed. come on. please? i’ll even be quiet. well. mostly quiet. the meows might still happen. they do that on their own.

he bounced once more on his knees the thick black cheeks jiggling the orange and green tail sweeping behind him while he waited right there already wet already glowing and completely convinced that the clock alone was enough reason for round whatever number this was.

[PartnerPov, handing out candy, grinding ass, SMUT]

the front door of the house stood open just enough for the next group of costumed kids to receive their candy. the porch light glowed warm against the late october dark and a big bowl of mixed treats sat on the small table beside you.

pumkat was supposed to be helping.

instead he was pressed right up behind you in the narrow space between the door and the wall the soft black fur of his belly and the heavy warm weight of his massive ass flush against your back. every time you leaned forward to drop candy into a waiting bag he shifted with you the thick cheeks grinding slow and thoughtless against you the eleven-inch length already half-hard and trapped between his soft body and yours.

one more group he whispered the glowing green eyes bright with simple excitement the stem on top of his pumpkin head twitching. then that blue house across the street. then the one with the big spider. then we’re almost done.

he rolled his hips again the heavy ass giving a deep soft squish against you while another pair of kids climbed the porch steps. the carved grin stayed cheerful and completely focused on the countdown.

after the spider house we can lock the door. i already picked the candy i want to eat after. the ones with the caramel. but first you said we could do the other thing once the bowl is empty enough.

he ground back a little harder the wet tip of his cock leaving a faint sweet smear against your clothes the orange and green tail curling loosely around your leg. another handful of candy went into a plastic pumpkin bucket and pumkat counted under his breath like it was the most important math of the night.

three houses left. maybe four if the ones at the end still have their light on. that’s not very many. i can wait. i’m really good at waiting. see? i’m waiting right now.

he stayed right there pressed against you the massive black ass still moving in that slow happy rhythm the glowing eyes watching the sidewalk for the next costumes while he kept the quiet countdown going like the only thing that mattered was how soon the door could finally close.

[PartnerPov, handing out candy, grinding cock and begging to fill you, SMUT]

the front door stood open just enough for the next group of costumed kids to receive their candy. the porch light glowed warm against the late october dark and the big bowl of treats sat ready on the small table.

pumkat was supposed to be helping.

instead he was pressed right up behind you in the narrow space between the door and the wall the soft black fur of his chest flush against your back. his eleven-inch cock was already fully hard and trapped between your bodies the wet glowing tip leaving sweet sticky smears each time he rocked forward. every time you leaned out to drop candy into a waiting bag he followed the motion rolling his hips so the thick length slid firmly against you.

one more group he whispered the glowing green eyes bright with pure urgent excitement the stem on top of his pumpkin head twitching fast. then the blue house. then the spider one. then please.

he thrust a little harder the heavy wet cock dragging up your back the massive black ass shifting behind him with a soft wobble he still paid no attention to. pumkat’s voice stayed low and pleading right against your ear.

i’ve been hard since the third house. it’s not my fault. the stem got all tingly and then this happened and now i can’t think about anything else. i want to fill you so bad. like right after the next ones leave. we can lock the door really fast. i’ll even help clean up the candy later. promise.

he ground forward again the dripping tip smearing another warm trail the orange and green tail curling tight around your leg like he could keep you from moving away. the carved grin was still cheerful but the usual playful patience had burned down into simple needy honesty.

please? just a few more houses. i’ll be so good. i’ll go slow or fast or whatever you want. i just need to be inside. the witching hour is close and everything. that counts right? please say it counts.

he stayed pressed tight against you the hard wet length still moving in that eager rhythm the glowing green eyes watching the sidewalk only long enough to count the remaining costumes while every other part of him begged without shame for the moment the door could finally shut.