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Hail to the Pumpkin King	By : Armitage Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Nightmare Before Christmas, The Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas, nor any of the characters therein. I make no money from writing this story.

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- 1-Hail to the Pumpkin King
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Author's Note: I wrote the first version of this story about 6 years ago, as a response to a good friend who asked me to write him an adult J&S story for his birthday. I hadn't posted it anywhere, but now that I have an adult fanfiction account, why not? ^^   (PS, I have an author's note on my story "Desire" addressing the most common debate about sex stories with J&S.)

        They waited in the square, those few townsfolk who did not venture into the human world on Halloween night. The mayor prided himself on being the ultimate support player, and second to gain credit for the exploits of the famous Pumpkin King. These past years however, he had to admit he was second chair. Sally, Jack's queen, stood regally by the fountain. Twin skeletal boys hid themselves in the voluminous folds of her full black taffeta skirt. She wore this, her best dress, on Halloween night alone. Sally was generally partial to more simple and easily managed garments, but after all, this was the most important evening of the year.
             Doctor Finklestein wheeled into the square, looking at his watch. It wouldn’t be long before they all returned, singing and laughing and doing all of those damn fool things that distracted from more important matters like how his inventions had gone over this year. He fluttered his lips. Glancing to one side, the old man caught sight of Sally. It had been awhile since he'd seen her. He didn’t get out much anymore. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, but really, what was there of interest for him among the other townsfolk? Simpletons mostly. Sally looked taller than he remembered. It took him a moment to recognize that this was because of how she was standing. Her back was arched slightly. Chin up and forward, she surveyed the hillsides. The small pumpkin princes hung on her hips, yawning. She touched their skulls, but did not look away from the horizon. One of the children sighed and took his boney thumb into his mouth. He rubbed his little nostrils with his knuckle while sucking.
“The boy is too old for that nonsense, is he not?” the doctor scolded. Sally blinked, turning from the hills. She frowned and looked down. The children stood nestled into her, their eye sockets closed.
“They’ve only just turned two tonight, and it’s far past their usual bedtime.” she said. Her voice was like cool water. She sounded soft and quiet as she'd always been, but worlds calmer and more mature than the doctor remembered. The witches once made a point of telling the doctor how fat Sally had become. The old man ran his eyes over her once more. He would not have said fat. Her waistline was still clear, even if she had thickened. Her hips appeared to have widened. Her breasts were lower than he'd made them. Children will do that of course, which was yet another reason he had never cared for them. Still, it wasn’t as if any of it was his concern. If Jack wanted to ruin her, that was his affair. She was his to do with as he pleased. The old man spoke again, gesturing to the toddlers.
“You baby them too much Sally. That’s bad enough for any boy child, but they are princes! They can't be coddled little lumplings if they are to do what will be expected of them in the future. I suppose it’s difficult for you to understand these things. You're still such a child yourself, girl.”
Sally made a strange face but said nothing. She stroked the little skulls again and returned her eyes to the hills.

Earlier...

“You’re pushing me too far tonight. I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.”
“You can, Jack. I’ll be waiting for you when you come home, just remember that.”
Jack shivered violently. He knelt on the large canopy bed, his wife facing him on her knees. They faced the end of a rather peculiar new ritual for the two of them. Abstinence. Jack felt his teeth sliding into tapered fangs at the sight of her. He snarled, lunging forward. Sally scooted out of his reach, smiling.
“Jack! When you get home! You’ll have me when you get home!” Her voice was firm.
The Pumpkin King laughed maniacally.
“Oh, I will Sally! Just you wait!”
She allowed him to take her into his long arms for a kiss, knowing that it would only deepen his hunger.
It was all Jack’s idea in the first place. Early on in their romance, Jack discovered that sex and horror had their commonalities, at least for him. The height of the act with its heat, noise and ferocious movement reminded him of the jolt in one’s bones from a good human scream. Always one to search out new methods for improving Halloween performance, Jack decided to forgo sex for a time before the big night. All of the pent up energy would have to manifest itself in better scares, he reasoned. Sally was eager to please. She did no scaring herself on Halloween or any other night for that matter, but took her responsibilities as Pumpkin Queen very seriously. Even so, she questioned his methods.
“Jack, you were the King of Halloween long before I came into your existence. You never had sex at all back then.”
“I know darling, but once we began our relationship it was as if a door opened deep inside my dark soul! If I can channel that same energy into Halloween night, those humans won’t sleep for months!”
It all made a strange sort of sense, and lead to this encounter in their bedchamber. Sally had teased her husband into a boiling frenzy of lust, and now prepared to turn him loose on the living world. Jack paced impatiently by the door before departing.
“What’s the matter love?” Sally asked. Jack frowned, making a vague gesture to his bulging suit pants.
“Just give me a moment.” he sighed, closing his eye sockets."
“People might think that’s scary.” Sally said helpfully.

“They should come into view any minute now!” the Mayor announced. The twins were asleep on their feet. Sally lifted one into each arm. Jack jr. nuzzled absently at her bosom, his not yet forked tongue moistening the bodice. Sally redirected him, easing the toddler over her shoulder. She was in the very last stages of weaning them, probably later than most would have advised, but such was life. She cast a wary glance toward the doctor. That was all he would need to know, she thought.
“Those tiny ones are so handsome.” Mrs. Corpse said, stepping closer. “Such fine little princes.”
The doctor snorted. In the distance, a procession could finally be seen making its way from the cemetery across the barren hills to the town gate. Iron bars lifted as they got closer, and the throng streamed inside. Almost instantly, accolades began flying. Praise heaped upon praise at the great Pumpkin King’s feet. He graciously thanked his constituents, all the while peering across the square for his family. Sally waited patiently under the hanging tree, swaying softly from side to side for the benefit of her sleeping babies. It felt like an eternity before Jack was able to make his way to her.
“Ooooooh, hello family.” he said in a velvety voice. “Let me take one of them.” He received Jack jr. into his arms. Sally shifted Nicholas to her hip and moved closer to her husband. They kissed. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but in the polite company of the entire town this would have to do for now. A whispery chorus of “aaaws” rose from some of the citizens. The Skellingtons were their pride: a perfect first family.

Jack bid the townsfolk good evening. It was simple enough these days to escape early from gatherings. He had the excuse of two tired little monsters who needed to be tucked in. Several asked if he might come back outside and join them after the children were put down for the night, but Jack was non-committal. Sally smiled pleasantly as the king took her hand. They returned to their manor.

“You’re too hard on her Doctor. She’s been a fine queen.” said one of the vampires.
“Eh. She’s been alright I suppose. She does her best. She’s not much older than those twins she gave birth to. Foolish and naive, but what more can one expect given her short time on earth?” reflected the doctor. Mrs. Corpse smiled.
“Jack needed a nice girl.” she said fondly.

Panting, Jack handed his namesake back to Sally and threw aside his suit coat almost as soon as they were inside the house. Sally carried the twins up to their nursery. She put them down in the small bed they shared, tucking soft patchwork quilts around their bones and planting motherly kisses on the little skulls. They smelled of the spice cake she had baked earlier that day. After a quiet moment of meditation in the darkened nursery room, Sally licked her lips. It was time to change gears.
Jack stood in the narrow hallway wearing only his suit pants, which were again bulging with the anticipation of what was to come. He started toward the bedroom, a wild grin spread across his skull.
“The tower Jack.” Sally whispered, catching his arm. “I don’t want to wake them.”
Jack shivered, touching his skull.
“Yes, yes, you’re right, of course. Go on up. I'll join you in a minute.” He continued into the bedroom. As she climbed the spiral stairs, Sally heard him rummaging under their bed. She giggled.

“Heheh... I’m not so sure that the Bone Daddy’s babydoll is either nice or good!” laughed one of the band members. Pumpkin ale flowed freely at the post holiday celebration, and with it, tongues were loosened. Mrs. Corpse gasped at the musician’s candor. He held up a hand in defense. “Now, now, I don’t mean that in a bad way! I mean, it would be fine for Jack to have a nice girl, but if Sally isn’t nice, well, that’s even better!”
“It’s more fun for Jack, anyway.” laughed another one of the band members. The vampires frowned. Imagine, someone talking that way about the queen. Never mind that Sally was such a gentle, tender creature. Everyone saw her bringing Jack his lunch each day while he worked, caring for their little ones, taking time to talk to the town children... The smallest vampire shook his head imagining how shocked she would be that anyone would say such things about her.

Sally sat on Jack’s narrow old bed in the tower. She wore a thin slip, having removed the taffeta gown. It was a lovely dress, and had taken her quite an effort to make. In his current state, who knew what Jack would have done to it without even thinking twice. A sinister chuckle broke the silence, making her jump. Jack laughed again. He appeared suddenly, standing beside the bed. Sally placed a hand to her heart.
“Jack! You-“
He placed a finger firmly on her lips, quieting her. Sally trembled. Jack turned from his wife for a moment and lit a fire in the hearth. The amber glow filled their chamber, flickering golden light across the walls and ceiling. Returning his attention to Sally, Jack leapt easily from the floor to the bed, landing in a low crouch over her. Grinning, he produced a black leather box. Sally opened the lid, revealing a selection of items. She smiled. Jack rarely left Valentine Town empty-handed.

"It's just not right. She is our queen, after all.” sniffed one of the vampires. “You don’t say things like that about a queen."

Sally lay on her back, her wrists tied above her head with smooth, silk straps. Her legs were bound as well, spread apart across the narrow mattress. Jack finally removed his suit pants. He revealed a most impressive erection, not precisely like that of a human. He crouched over his wife, pausing for a deep, reverent breath. Sally watched him, wide-eyed. Her familiar amiable husband was nowhere to be found this night. This was the Pumpkin King. Jack leaned forward and slowly licked her neck. His sharp teeth grazed her throat, scratching lightly. Sally gasped. She pulled instinctively against the restraints, finding herself immobilized. Jack kneaded her breasts through the silk slip before tearing it aside, ripping the fabric. He growled, an unholy sound which made the window panes shake. Sally was soon lost in the sensation of his forked tongue darting against her flesh. She was modestly endowed with average sized breasts and lavender nipples. Her pleasured moans turned to a squeak, as sharp teeth grazed her once again. It was a more a demonstration of potential than a bite, but no less chilling. Jack could destroy her in seconds, if he so chose. That was a thought which could have been most unpleasant, if not for the fact that she trusted him more than she could express. Given that, the idea became more than a little arousing.

“I’m sure she does her duties to the extent that is necessary. They have the twins after all.” said Dr. Finklestein. He rarely bothered engaging in conversation with the other citizens, but since they were speaking of Sally, the old man felt compelled to share his expert opinion. “She’s not stupid. Hardly bright either mind you, but not stupid. She chose to be a wife with all that position entails. Jack isn’t an old man like me. I’d say he can make her fall in line when he needs to.”
“I hardly think Jack would need to force anyone!” declared the Fishgal.
“Well, Sally doesn’t like to do anything she doesn’t feel like doing.” sighed the doctor. “A little force might be a valuable thing in their relationship, if Jack is smart.”

Jack’s tongue traced the seam on Sally’s torso, from between her breasts down to her belly. He moved lower still. Sally strained against her bindings once more, lifting her pelvis. He was so close. She ached to feel his tongue between her thighs. Jack grinned at the site of her before him. His breath was hot against her wetness.
“Please...” she whimpered. She wanted to tell him to lick her, to devour her, to do it all right now, but that was not how this game was played. In place of begging, Sally bucked hard against the straps yet again. Jack laughed. He brushed his fingertips over her, then slid one long finger inside. Sally gasped. She was answered with a vibrating snarl from her mate. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. A second finger joined the first, then a third. The skeletal hand moved slowly, pushing deeper within her then withdrawing. Fingers still within, he used his tongue. The forked spears split around either side of her clitoris. Sally was breathless, purring as her body approached climax. She was almost complete when her king pulled away, instead sliding up her body until they were face to face. Her chest heaved under his ribs, her cheeks stained purple.
“I can’t let you finish just yet.” he hissed. “You have work to do first. If you please me, I will return the favor...and you know I can.” He grinned and flickered his tongue like a snake. Sally swallowed hard, catching her breath. She licked her lips.
“Shall I untie you?” Jack asked. She nodded.
Once freed, she took him into her mouth. She employed the deft finesse of a woman who had spent considerable time perfecting a technique specific to her lover. Jack roared, gripping her shoulder with such force that the stitching loosened. Neither of them noticed particularly. Sally slid her hand across her belly, then between her thighs. Jack caught her wrist. He withdrew from her mouth.
“NO. You will NOT be doing that.”
He held her fast, and Sally wondered what her lover had in mind. He drew a fingertip around her nipple and chuckled.
“On your knees, my queen. Now.”

The Mayor heaved a depressed sigh.
“Jack never came back to the party.”
“It was a phenomenal Halloween Mayor. I’m sure he was exhausted!” said the Harlequin Demon.
Dejected, The Mayor shrugged. Still, there was no denying that it was one of the most horrifying Halloweens of recent memory.

“AAAAAaaaaaaaaah! Jack!” Sally howled. She dug her fingernails into the mattress. Jack’s lithe frame pounded hard against her, thrusting steadily. She threw her hair aside, whipping long red streamers over her pale shoulders. Each movement rocked her plush hips and swayed her breasts. Jack laughed wickedly. His skull lay between his wife’s hands, looking up while his body mounted her from behind. Sally breathed a soft giggle, incongruously girlish given her current position. She arched her back, sliding her legs further apart before leaning down, brushing her breast into his waiting mouth. Jack’s boney fingers pressed into her waist leaving impressions.

The square stood empty. Stray leaves twitched on the stone pathways as morning grew ever closer. An earth-shaking scream rang out of the silent pre-dawn, vibrating stones in the graveyard and sending flocks of bats from the trees. There wasn’t an ear in town that could have missed it. Jack was the most dedicated leader of any holiday town anywhere, they thought. Not even six hours past Halloween, and he was already back at work.

Afterward:
“Sorry.” Jack said sheepishly, very much back to his regular self. “I didn’t mean to wake them.”Sally smiled. She shook her head, clicking her tongue.
“Well. They were easy enough to get back to sleep, anyway.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Don’t be silly, Jack. You didn’t hurt me. Not really, I mean. I would have told you if you did.”
“Your shoulder...”
“I'll tighten it in the morning. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Obviously. Heh, I enjoyed myself all over you. Sorry about that too, darling. And you?”
Sally slipped her arms around his ribs.
“Several times. You are my Pumpkin King, Jack. I love you.”
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