Spoops Ahoy

"Holy shit, I can't believe we're doing this," the hyena giggled, holding the camera steady to capture every frame of the ongoing antics. Behind him, in the main hall, the frat's yearly Spooptapular Halloween Jam Down was in full swing. The drinks were flowing, the pants were dropping, and everyone's spirit was through the roof. But here, in this little side room, Brock the bull was passed the fuck out,  face down and ass up on an old couch.  

"Are you streaming it?" Ty asked, the stallion kneeling on the arm of the couch, straddling the bull's generous rump. He was as naked as everyone else, and his thick, mottled horse cock was resting along the cleavage of the bull's buttocks, the pale pink flare oozing out and trickling along the bull's taint. "You know it don't count if we don't have physical proof."

"Yeah, I'm filming it," Max snickered. The hyena zoomed in, underneath where the horse was sitting, to catch the big bull's bigger balls, which were laying down over the side of the arm of the couch, the short red fuzz that coated the massive stones desperately trying to keep the huge nuts from sagging down any lower. Bubbling white cream, tinged pink with blood, oozed out from the twin triangular holes that had been crudely stabbed into the upper middle of the back of each of the two testicles. The carved out pieces laid on the ground, one of them having already been accidentally smashed into a smear by the knee of the artist that was carving a mouth into the middle of the oversized scrotum. "I can't believe you're using a serrated knife, Chuck!"

"It's not serrated, dumb ass, it just has teeth, like a saw." The cougar's tail flicked as he grasped the bull's scrotum in a fist, crushing it to force the nuts down low, bulging against the strained, wounded scrotum. "If this ain't the biggest 'Pumpkin' in the frat's records, I'll eat my ~own~ balls!" He said, as he wiggled the knife deeply into the left testicle, flicking lightly to scoop out the sliced up inner guts. They landed between his knees, the cougar's beer-can sized cock twitching each time he heard another piece of flesh land in the pile. "Could ya stop squirting precum in my face, though, Ty? It's distracting. I could lop off a couple inches if that would be helpful?"

Ty snorted, his hands full of the bull's thighs, JUST in case he came to in the middle of their fun little prank. "Deal with it, kitty cat. If you want some meat to eat, you can eat Brock's dick. I doubt he's gonna have much use for it after tonight."

"I'll pass," Chuck growled. "I think ruining his balls is enough of a 'penalty' for being the first one to pass out. Ruining everything might get ME penalized."

"He's gonna be so pissed," Max giggled again. "I told him the punch was spiked, but he just kept saying he had a high tolerance for alcohol. Dude drank like, five cups."

"You didn't tell him what it was spiked with?" Ty snorted. "You're such an asshole, Max." He could feel himself getting harder, as he watched the massive testicles of his friend getting systematically disemboweled. His cock thickening, lengthening towards the cougar's face. "But if this doesn't get us into the frat, nothing will."

Chuck could feel his spine tingling as he carefully carved out  the mouth. It was as stereotypical as a jack o lantern smile could be, with one tooth up above and one down below, and with the cleavage of the testicles, it made a weird upwards point in the middle of the smile, but it was definitely a smile. 

He worked on the last little part, the sound of the knife scraping through thick, dense, virile flesh making his cock ooze just as much as Ty's was. He could feel it, this was going to be the coup d'grace of the entire festivities. Chuck had done his research - the jack o lantern contest was a secret tradition in the frat, going back decades. The challenge was simple - carve a jack o lantern face into something other than a pumpkin - most creative idea wins. People were carving faces into doors, lawns, all kinds of food. Amateurs. Chuck had the balls to do it the old fashioned way, the way that had been lost to the decades, replaced with dumb hazing rituals that were designed to get horny dudes hard. Chuck wasn't playing though. Chuck wanted in.

"Shit, here we go," He said, as he carved the last bit of the mouth out, and with a wet, crackling slurp, pulled the two testicular 'plugs' free from inside the sack-o-lantern. It fell to the ground with a hot splash of gooey, pudding-y flesh. Chuck stood up, grabbing his cock and stroking it. "You're filming right Max?"

"Ayup, but, uh, why are you cranking one out?" The hyena said, confused. "That's not part of the-"

"Gotta light the candle, right?" Chuck grinned, and arched his back. The fat cock in his hand throbbed, every barb flexing outwards, and a solid spurt of cougar cream jetted forward, splashing into the open 'mouth' of the sack o lanter. "Imple cucurbita fame! Imple cucurbita fame! Imple cucurbita fame!"

Ty looked at the hyena, shrugging, and then looked down sharply. The cougar's cum was splattering across the back of their friend's scrotum, but the sticky fluid was sliding across the fuzzy flesh, and into the cut open maw. "Uh, what is that... what's happening..."

Max couldn't understand it, zooming in on the mutilated scrotum. "Uh, there's like.. there's something inside there. I can see... light?"

Indeed. A dim red glow had begun to shine out from the carved out eyes, nose and mouth, as Chuck's orgasm 'fed' the scrotum. And then, on the camera, the raggedy open mouth of the pumpkin began to crinkle and curl upwards, with a peculiar sound of flesh crackling and pulping inside. 

"What in the hell?" Ty asked, as the pumpkin's 'face' slid upwards, rotating up to look directly at him. The stallion blinked, seeing distant candles, deep in the dark of those eyes, and his mouth drooped open in stunned shock. What? What? WHAT?

The sack o'lantern wobbled, as Chuck stumbled backwards away from it. Ty stared, as the scrotum swung upwards, all on it's own, the horse whickering in confusion and shock as the scrotum's carved in 'mouth' stretched open, wrapping around the soft, meaty glans of his exposed cock. 

He tried to push himself back and away, but he couldn't, his body refusing to move. Like a terrible nightmare, the scrotum was stuffing his long, soft horse cock into it, the lips weird and greasy and hot, and it was chewing on his junk like it was hungry for it.

"His nuts are possessed!" Max finally stammered out, still watching as Brock's scrotum somehow levitated and bobbed over the stallion's cock. "Chuck! The knife!"

"Right!" Chuck said, grinning. "Ty, just hold those balls in place, I'll cut them off!"

The cougar ran back up, excited to see the possession had worked.  He knelt down, his dick dragging through the mounded chunks that had been extruded from Brock's nuts, and he brought the knife up underneath, sawing into the neck of the bull's scrotum.

"Hurgh?" The bull said, twitching under Ty. The stallion grabbed either side of the bull's huge nuts, holding them, and all he could think as the cat worked on decapitating the prehensile scrotum was how it didn't feel like he was holding TWO balls, but rather, just one. One big one. He could feel the inside of the scrotum, chewing and slurping, and dammit he was getting HARD, his flare swelling up inside the compressed... flesh? What was in there, as it gagged and horked along his big cock. 

"Almost there," Chuck said, and making sure he had lined it up correctly, he stabbed the serrated blade upwards, through the scrotum itself. All the way up. 

Ty whinnied as he felt something spear up through the middle of his cock, right behind his glans. "What the fuck is that?!" he wailed, as he broke out of his trance and shoved the scrotum away, to pull his dick to freedom. 

Bad move. The blade, supernaturally sharp, sliced down the middle of the horse's cock, bisecting it. the pumpkin slurped and chewed, and as it absorbed the stallion's blood, it began to power up. The scrotum began to tighten and fill out, keeping its soft red fuzz but growing firmer, developing lobes like a pumpkin would. The eye sockets blazed to life with deep orange candle flames, that filled the pumpkin with an ephemeral hazy glow. And, worst of all for Ty, the mouth grew teeth. The knife slid up and out of Chuck's hand, disappearing into the scrotum, and the stallion jumped to his feet, as the disembodied pumpkin began to chew and gnaw it's way up his dick. His hooves stamped and trampled on Brock, the bull groaning as he was being woken up, even in his drugged state.

Chuck backed away, covering his mouth, as Max continued filming. The hyena was panicking. "What are we supposed to DO?" He asked, as Ty tried to push the floating pumpkin away from his groin. It only chewed it's way closer, a spray of shredded flesh foaming and drooping from it's maw as it's newly developed chitinous teeth ground Ty's dick into mush.

"Fuck, I dunno. Run?" Chuck shrugged. He had scooped up a handful of the bull's 'pumpkin guts', and he stuffed that hand into his pocket, hiding it from the hyena. "I mean, that's definitely a demon possessed pumpkin, right? No reason to stick around and wait for it."

Ty fell over the back of the couch, and with a horrific snapping, wet sound, the pumpkin went with it, chewing on the root of his groin.

"Is he okay?" Max asked, but Chuck didn't answer. He glanced behind him, but the cougar was gone. A groan came from behind the couch, and Max whimpered. "Ty? You okay, buddy?"

There was a second groan, pained. "H-help..." Max heard, coming from behind the couch. "I need... help... come here...."

Max thought about it, for a second or two. He realized that he truly cared about Ty, as a friend, and that whatever happened, Ty definitely needed help. 

However...

Max wasn't that stupid. He shoved his phone in his pocket and BAILED. There were lots of dudes at the party, one of them would know what to do about this whole.. fiasco. They could handle it.

SLICE
(that's the title card)