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Pumpkinhead IV - Bloodfeud: A Thing of Legend	By : zombiechick69 Category: M through R > Pumpkinhead (all) > Pumpkinhead (all) Views: 2362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the film franchise Pumpkinhead, nor any of the characters or storylines involved in the stories. All I own is my imagination. I am not making any money/profit for anything associated with this story.

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Author Notes: My best friend and I were watching Pumpkinhead IV: Bloodfeud the other day when a particular scene came up. It was where Jody saw Pumpkinhead on her way to see the witch of the woods. We both giggled like little schoolgirls, commenting on the smidge of sexual tension in the air between them. My BFF then nudged me and said, “Hey, you know what? You should write a fic on that!” I chuckled, thinking that it might not turn out so well if I made one, but here we have the final product of one and a half day’s work – a six page oneshot. It’s not exactly perfect (I’m still not sure about the title), but I still feel a bit proud of it. Naturally, this story is an elongated and erotic version of what happened in that short moment between Jody and Pumpkinhead.
*Oh, and a special note: while I did add a “rape” tag to this story, this is the sort of thing where it isn’t very consensual at the start, but turns kind of consensual later on. So it’s not a full violent rape. I’m not a fan of writing that sort of story...
Enjoy, my friends…
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Pumpkinhead IV: Blood Feud – A Thing of Legend
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Jody didn’t quite know what to expect when she wandered over to the old witch’s place. She was hoping to find the witch and ask for her help, so maybe Jody could stop her brothers and cousins from dying. Even if they didn’t see eye to eye with one another all the time, they were still family, and she did still love them.
She most certainly did not expect to come face to face with Pumpkinhead himself, that’s for sure.
He wasn’t supposed to actually exist. He was nothing but a local legend told to kids to either scare them straight or just to scare them. She only half-believed that he was real.
Yet there he was, standing before her, hunched over so his large demonic head was leaned towards her. He was worse than any of the old stories could ever describe. The stench of dirt, rotten pumpkins and death clung to him like a blanket, and he was so close to her that she was sure the smell would transfer onto her dress.
She was shaking as he continued to stare at her with those big, white eyes. Jody could hear him sniffing the air between them. What little lips he had pulled away from his sharp teeth as he gave a low growl, his gaze never tearing from hers. Even his breath smelled like blood.
Jody’s mind raced for what to do, but all she could think of was Ricky. She wished he was here, protecting her now, holding her in his arms while pulling her away from this horrid thing.
She shuddered as she could feel the thing’s long clawed fingers brush against her thigh, pushing her dress upwards somewhat. The young woman shrank back into the mound of dirt behind her, praying to God that it would stop and just leave her be.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jody saw the demonic entity’s tail swish back and forth slowly as it leaned ever closer to her, its mouth barely an inch away from hers. She considered screaming, but it wouldn’t do any good – there was no one around but the witch, and who knew if she actually controlled the thing?
There was something about the way it was looking at her that reminded her of Ricky. It was the look he got when he kissed her for the first time in a while, like he had just seen the whole world’s wonders at the same time.
Its jaws opened, and Jody flinched and shut her eyes closed in fear of being torn to shreds. Instead of horrific pain, a warm, slimy thing raked across her cheek and towards her open mouth, flicking over the soft flesh of her lips. It was over in a matter of seconds, but it felt like it might as well have been a year. The brunette’s eyes shot open as soon as the strange kiss was over, and she watched in fear as Pumpkinhead gave a low growl while he slowly ran a long claw down her chest, running it from her collarbone to her right breast.
Judy regretted not wearing a bra. She could feel its claw poke at her nipple, resulting in the flesh hardening from the contact. Her skin was covered in goose-bumps, and she wasn’t quite sure if it was from the slight wind that blew over her occasionally or the fear that she would be torn apart. It was likely the latter.
The demon seemed to have noticed how her breast reacted. His tongue darted out from his mouth again, this time tracing from her chin to her left ear. Jody felt herself shudder again and shut her eyes, forcing her brain to think of Ricky. She was not here with Pumpkinhead. She was with Ricky. Sweet, kind Ricky.
Ricky, who was slowly tearing open her dress, revealing her bare breasts to the open air.
But even the thought of Ricky’s love could not replace the fact that it was definitely not a human hand that was running its’ sharp fingers over her breasts like a curious boy.
She didn’t want to, but now she had to look. Make sure he wasn’t going to kill her.
She did not expect to see his inhuman erection protruding from his crotch.
Suddenly, it dawned on Jody that it was very likely that if she did not comply with the beast’s whims that he would likely kill her.
Its penis was not the rounded top of a man’s, but rather the soft-pointed cone like one of a gator. It was noticeably bigger than Ricky’s. Jody found herself wondering if she should try to simply blow him or if she would be forced to let him inside her. Either way it might be difficult to get it it’s dick inside either one of her holes.
Deciding that she’d rather have her face defiled than her privates, she slowly sank to her knees, her brown eyes locked with its white ones. Pumpkinhead seemed a bit confused about what she was doing, his brows furrowing and his sharp teeth grimacing at the woman as a small amount of clear fluid began to slowly drip from the tip of his erection.
Jody took a deep breath, thinking of Ricky and how she was trying to save her family’s lives, and leaned forward with her mouth open. You can do this. You can do this.
Her lips wrapped around the monster’s cock, her saliva coating its flesh, making it easier to glide along. She nearly gagged when her tongue touched its skin, finding the taste somewhat bitter and the thought of whom it was she was sucking off made it worse. She forced herself to move her mouth forward, taking as much of him as she could before moving back to the top as she kept her eyes closed.
However, it seemed to have a positive effect on the monster – she could hear it growl in a different tone this time, more primitive and in an even lower tone than before. She continued bobbing her head up and down, her teeth lightly grazing the flesh of the beast.
Suddenly, Pumpkinhead’s hand flew to her head, weaving its long fingers through her curly brown locks. His grip was tight, and the surprise made Jody squeal. Feeling the pressure on the back of her head, Jody realized that he was pushing her head forward and then pulling it backwards in a bit quicker rhythm. Jody let him guide her head, wincing when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. The taste of the monster’s pre-cum was beginning to coat her tongue with a strange bittersweet flavor. At least it was preferable to the taste of his skin.
A few minutes into this controlled blow-job, Pumpkinhead gave a different kind of growl. She practically felt his eyes staring into the top of her head. It was giving Jody the impression that he wanted her to do something else.
Jody winced at the thought that the creature could actually think for itself, and was probably expecting something new to happen now. Thinking back to when she blew Ricky last, she braced herself for what she would do next. Once she was back at the tip, her tongue darted out and swept across the hole there, the bittersweet fluid rushing to greet her. The hand on her head loosened its grip as Pumpkinhead shuddered with pleasure. Images of Ricky floated through her mind, and Jody found her own sex getting somewhat wet at the memories of blowing her lover while she worked on the monster.
The brunette wrapped her tongue around part of his shaft as she continued to bob her head up and down. She felt the thing shudder more as she slowly ran her tongue over a particular spot on the underside he seemed to like, and a moment later she felt a great rush of warm thick liquid hit the back of her throat, causing her to pull away completely and gag as a couple of drop of his cum hit her lips. Coughing, Jody wiped away the white liquid on her hand, staring at it for a moment in awe of what she just did. Her little fantasy of Ricky was gone, replaced by the reality of the situation.
Reality slapped her in the face more when Pumpkinhead picked her up roughly by her shoulders and placed her on the dirt ledge she had been bracing herself against earlier, his huge claws digging somewhat into her arms.
Its eyes seemed almost fogged over now (or at least they looked glossier than normal), and the realization that the look was one of pure lust hit Jody like a ton of bricks. She would not be able to fantasize about making love to Ricky now. More than likely, Pumpkinhead was going to fuck her like an animal.
His hands moved to her legs before she could even consider running. He pulled her hips to the edge of the ledge and spread her thighs wide, his eyes now focused on the area of the woman he was going to violate.
“Um, p-please wait,” Jody pleaded, her voice shaky. The demon glared at her, daring her to protest against the inevitable. The girl lifted the front of her dress up above her hips, revealing her white panties. Squirming and willing herself to stop shaking, Jody’s hands attempted to gently pull off her underwear. The monster seemed to enjoy watching her struggle to remove them, running his tongue over his jaws as her private area came in view.
She got them down to where his hands were when he simply and suddenly yanked them down, tearing them down her thighs and knees. The panties fell to the ground, and with his hands back on her soft thighs, his head stooped down to the level of her crotch. Jody was rather unsure of what he was doing, but when she felt his breath on her clit, she understood, and once again shut her eyes in an attempt to shut out the all-to-real image of Pumpkinhead.
His large tongue ran over her twat, moving up from her entrance to the pink little pearl at the top of her snatch. Despite the immense fear that those teeth would cut her up, the feeling of his warm tongue squirming over her flesh was…sort of nice.
When he leaned in, his lips and teeth pressing against her clitoris, Jody found herself shuddering slightly with newfound arousal. His tongue dove into her hole, and she mentally thanked God she was not a virgin. The tongue swirled around her insides, the tip flicking back and forth between her inner walls.
Jody gasped and threw her head back, enjoying the sensations flowing through her despite the danger of getting killed any moment.
The young woman felt her toes curl and her leg muscles stiffen at the attention she was getting. She began to hate herself for feeling even the slightest bit hot in this situation.
She bit her lip, forcing herself to not make another noise. She was usually quiet during sex, but the new sensation he was creating with his tongue was making her want to moan. In the more primal part of her mind, she thought that it would show her appreciation.
Her lips wobbled in restraint as his tongue began to retreat, giving one last flick over her opening. Jody could feel a small amount of a combination of her fluids and his saliva drip out of her.
Not a second later, the monster had yanked her down from the ledge, holding her mid-air by the waist as he positioned himself underneath her. Jody was dizzy from the sudden motion, and in the split-second it took for him to enter her, she had lost her concentration on what was happening.
When she realized he was inside her, her eyes shot wide open and an unpleasant groan emitted from her. He was wider than she had thought, and it stretched her more than she expected. It hurt like hell, despite the small amount of lubrication that was provided.
His cock was hot, hotter than his tongue had been. Her body was somewhat crushed between the ledge and the infernal demon’s body, her lips near his collarbone and her breasts pressed against his stomach as he pushed her body up and down on his manhood. Her nipples were hard, rubbing against his somewhat rough skin. Pumpkinhead was panting and growling as he forced her to ride him.
Jody was very uncomfortable. His fingers digging into her sides hurt, aside from the pain caused by lack of lubrication that was only now starting to lessen. She had no choice now but to wrap her legs around him, but as humiliating as it was to submit to him, he would hopefully loosen his grip when he realize she was firmly on him.
She found it difficult, but she managed to hook her legs around him, her feet brushing against his tail. As she expected, he loosened his grip on her. She felt his tail move, and then he did something she did not expect.
The spaded tip of his tail slid between them and brushed against her thigh before moving to her clitoris. As the demon pumped in and out of her, the end of his tail rubbed over her, creating a rather pleasurable sensation. It was like masturbating and sex at the same time… Her arms instinctively wound around his body, trying to hold on as the ride continued.
Maybe the monster wanted to stop her discomfort? She glanced up at him as he continued pushing himself in and out of her. He seemed to be staring off into the sky with his head tilted up, his tongue dangling out the front of his open mouth.
It was more likely that he was getting more pleasure from his ministrations. Or maybe it was because it making the ride easier for the pair of them.
It didn’t take long for the constant massage and piston-like movements to make her hot under the collar. She could feel herself getting incredibly damp as her excitement rose. Her mind was partially clouded over, the unnatural pleasure coursing through her alongside self-hatred and shame. She hated herself for feeling pleasure from any of this, and was completely ashamed that she had sunk so low to feel anything from someone aside from Ricky.
The thing decided to pick up the pace and depth, moving faster than she had ever experienced before. She was sure that almost all of his length was inside of her now. His tip kept hitting her cervix, resulting in a mix of pain and almost agonizing pleasure.
Jody couldn’t help herself now – she was moaning and gasping as he continued his thrashing inside her. Her fingernails dug into his back ribs, evoking a hiss from the monster. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, she didn’t know. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave a long moan into the beast’s chest, her orgasm sending a wave of the most horrible and wonderful pleasure over her. His ministrations didn’t stop for a few moments more, and just as she felt like she would collapse holding onto him, she felt his hot semen begin to shoot inside of her.
The consequences of letting him come inside were dire, and the thought of it sobered her up immediately. She could get pregnant with who-knows-what. She attempted to push the monster away from her, but he hissed loudly like a mountain lion and merely crushed her body back against the ledge, keeping himself inside of her for a few moments more as his seed coated her insides. He stared down at her now, daring her to try and push him away, watching the expression on her face become terrified once again.
Then, just like that, he let her go and backed away, letting her legs and arms fall away from him, an almost satisfied look on his demonic face as his penis retracted back into his body. Jody scrambled back to her feet, attempting to hastily re-button her dress while keeping her eye on him, watching those deadly hands of his that could tear through her in seconds, lest he try to rape her again, or kill her.
“The boy must really love ya,” an old woman’s voice, hoarse from age, rang out from a couple of yards away. Jody instinctively covered her chest with what remained of the top of her dress as she turned her head towards the woman. “He ain’t gonna kill ya.”
Jody was still unsure about that. It already violated her. Who’s to say it wouldn’t kill her there and now?
“Like I said, the boy must really love ya.”
Pumpkinhead began to back away from the young woman, only glancing at the old witch for a second or two before turning his gaze back on Jody. The next thing she knew, he turned around and was gone, disappearing into the thick southern forest surrounding them.
Curious about what the old woman was talking about, and suspecting that her worst fear - that Ricky unleashed Pumpkinhead - came true, Jody followed the old woman back to her cabin.
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