The pickup truck zoomed along the highway as Kris and Ruby within belted out the final chorus of the song playing on the radio together. It was a beautiful autumn day outside, with all the farmland they drove past already harvested and cleared, while the trees clung to the remaining orange, yellow and brown leaves on their branches.

Kris in the passenger seat was slouched lazily with his almost-empty soda cup from an earlier stop in his left hand, the half-cat half-wolf wearing some baggy jeans and a t-shirt for a different band than the one currently playing on the radio. His fur was white but for the black ring on his tail, and the mane on top of his head and neck, which was black but for the stripe of white running down the center of it. By contrast, Ruby in the driver's seat was a bat with all black fur, other than the streak of raspberry red in her otherwise black hair that hung over her right eye. Keeping up the theme she had a black skirt and fishnet leggings, along with a crop top that left her belly exposed.

The song ended and both of them gave a brief laugh before settling down as a commercial played. A roadside sign approached and Ruby glanced over at it, perking up immediately. "Oh, hey, this is our turnoff!" she announced, moving the truck over to the rightmost lane of the highway. "Almost there!"

Kris glanced at the sign as well. "A pumpkin farm? This is the big surprise?" he asked her.

"Yep! I worked something out with the owner," Ruby replied ominously. "You're gonna love it."

"A little late though, isn't it? Halloween was a few weeks ago."

"Listen, pumpkins are a treat at any time," Ruby insisted. "Besides, it means they're at a huge discount."

"Are you going to make your special pumpkin spice?"

Ruby smirked broadly without taking her eyes off the road. "Something like that, yes."

Kris hummed in thought, but said nothing else as Ruby took the turn off the highway onto a regular road. Another song on the radio came and went before they arrived at the destination, and Ruby slowed down to turn through the big gate. The pumpkin farm consisted of sprawling fields around a farmhouse and a storage barn, both of which had been decked out heavily with seasonally appropriate decorations like pictures of pumpkins, turkeys, pies, and so on. Large banners advertised the prices for pumpkins as well as other events related to them, like carving lessons, a 'biggest pumpkin' competition with other farms, and a pumpkin toss, whatever that was.

It seemed oddly busy too, as the big stretch of dirt that was being used as a parking lot had a surprising number of cars and trucks there already, a good number of them with license plates from out of state. Ruby found a spot to park and the two of them got out, both of them stretching after the long drive. Kris still wasn't sure why Ruby had brought him along for this, but the scenery was certainly something to behold, especially with the piles of pumpkins in various shades of orange still laid out all around the farmhouse. He looked back at the truck, the bed of it piled with whatever it was Ruby had put in there, covered by a heavy tarp. She'd been evasive about telling him what that was all about, too...

"This way," Ruby told him, and he followed after her. She approached the crowds around the farmhouse, and Ruby got the attention of a raccoon wearing overalls, a straw hat, and boots; all he was missing was a hayseed in his mouth to be the stereotype of a farmer.

"Hello there! What are you two looking for?" he greeted them, holding out a hand.

Ruby stepped forward and shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Ruby, we spoke on the phone yesterday..." she told him with a grin.

His gaze flicked between Kris and Ruby. "Oh, so you two are the ones who're gonna help with the excess! Had a bumper crop this year, but I've got so much left over." He pointed over towards the barn and told her, "It's all back thattaway. Bring your truck over and just let me know when you're all set up."

"Will do!" Ruby promised, and the farmer went back to the other visitors.

"What was that all about?" Kris asked, but Ruby didn't reply, heading back to the truck. Kris followed along and Ruby drove the truck slowly over to the barn, where Kris could see even more huge piles of pumpkins both inside and outside of it. These ones, though, were the less appealing pumpkins: too pale, weirdly shaped, or otherwise less likely to be bought even with the sign nearby advertising a discount on top of the already reduced prices.

Only once they got out again did Ruby start with her explanation. "These ones are all dirt cheap since you can't really use them for carving or decoration, but they're still perfectly fine for cooking with. The farmer wants to get rid of them before they go bad, so he's going to mark them down even more for me to buy them in bulk."

"Makes sense," Kris agreed. "So are you going to bring them home and cook them?"

"Nah," she replied, starting to unfasten the tarp over the truck bed. "I'm going to whip something up right here to sell it, and you're going to help me out. We've got to make enough pumpkin spice cream for that crowd back there."

Kris tilted his head to one side. "Oh, so... you brought your cooking gear along?"

She just chuckled, and pulled back the tarp. There wasn't any cooking equipment to be seen, only a bunch of wood planks and fabric, some sleeves of paper cups, a cooler, and lastly, a wooden box he couldn't see into. "I didn't say I was going to cook anything," she told him, hastily folding the tarp. "The farmer's supplying the pumpkins, I brought the spice... and you're going to provide the cream."

"What-" Kris began, only to nearly jump when Ruby stepped over and groped the middle of his jeans, feeling up his package through the denim fabric. "Oh," Kris replied, understanding dawning on him, his fluffy tail starting to wag. "Ohhh," he repeated, this time more enthusiastically, and with a toothy grin.

"Now you're getting it," Ruby teased. "Help me get this stuff out of the truck first."

Working together, they cleared it out quickly, and Ruby assembled a stand from the wood, complete with a banner she had made ahead of time advertising the 'original recipe' pumpkin spice cream. With that taken care of, he stripped naked and sat on the truck bed with his legs dangling over the edge, along with his cantaloupe-sized balls and the cock that would have reached his knees if it weren't standing at attention from anticipation. Ruby fetched a few pumpkins to get started, hefting an oblong one about the size of a butternut squash.

Kris's eyes widened. "You're not, uh, gonna work up to the big ones?" he asked.

"Oh please, like this is even the biggest or weirdest thing that's been in your dick," she pointed out.

"Sure but maybe we-aaaahhh!" His protestations were interrupted as she shoved the bottom of the pumpkin against his cocktip. His glans yawned wide around the insertion despite it being several times wider than even his girthy shaft, and he gripped the edge of the truck bed with both hands as his toes curled. Ruby shoved it in further, his dick taking on the pumpkin's shape as it bulged him out from within, until he groaned and gave a clench and his cock pulled it further down. The bulge of it in his urethra descended rapidly, stopped a moment when he caught his breath, then resumed when he gritted his teeth, tensing his muscles to pull the pumpkin the rest of the way. It dropped into his sack, bulging out his right nut, and he took a moment to recover while Ruby grabbed another pumpkin.

"Fine, we can do some smaller ones," she joked, holding up one that, while technically smaller, was wider and flatter, its shape resembling an heirloom tomato more than a pumpkin.

He took a deep breath and let it out, his cock throbbing stiffly, eager for more. "Just give me some warning next time, all right?"

"Sure thing. Open up, here comes another," Ruby remarked, holding the pumpkin with two hands and tilting it onto its side before wedging it up against his cock like trying to get a coin in a slot. Its bulbous shape still stretched his cock out, and he grunted and held still until she had pushed the widest part of it past his opening. Taking over, he gave a heavy clench and the pumpkin was pulled downwards, and Ruby went for another while he tugged it into his balls along with the first.

For a little while she kept feeding his cock the discounted pumpkins. Whether they were off-color, weirdly shaped, or just too small, all of them got shoved into his dick one after another. With the small ones Ruby wouldn't even wait for him to fully engulf the previous one, ramming another one in and using it to shove the previous one further down that much faster. With every additional pumpkin his balls got bigger and heavier, bulging out from the mass accumulating inside of them, the surface of his sack covered in bumps from the pumpkins packed inside of it.

The more of them Ruby added, the bigger and heavier his balls got, hanging further and further down towards the ground. Not only that, but the outlines of the pumpkins already in his nuts got more and more distinct as they strained against his orbs from within, especially when Ruby had shoved so many of them down his cock that his enormous balls were touching the ground. "One more should do it!" she eventually declared, and Kris glanced down to see her holding a huge (if oddly-colored) orange and white pumpkin in both arms.

"That's not gonna-" he began, but she hefted it up and wedged it against his cockhead anyway, making him groan as his shaft stretched out obscenely to take the insertion. With some more shoving from Ruby and clenches from Kris, he managed to pull it down enough to take over fully, groaning when the enormous gourd descended into his left nut, jostling all of the pumpkins already in there and making his sack wobble on the ground.

For a moment Kris was left panting, and then he heard a voice. "You two almost ready over here? Crowd's clamoring for some refreshments," the farmer from before called out.

"You can send them over, we're nearly ready!" Ruby yelled back, and Kris opened his eyes and shook himself from his daze. Looking down, he watched Ruby reach out and stroke over his overstuffed balls with both hands, feeling over the numerous bumps made by the pumpkins inside of them. "All right, churn 'em up," she instructed, "The guests will be along soon, and we don't want to keep them waiting."

Kris nodded and took a deep breath. Gritting his teeth again and clutching at the truck's edges, he tensed heavily, his whole sack shifting as the orbs within clenched. For a moment the outlines of the pumpkins became even better-defined before the ones in the center started to break, the sounds of them getting crushed muffled somewhat. Ruby licked her lips and leaned in to rest her hands on his sack as he relaxed and took another breath before clenching again, balls lifting just a bit higher off the ground this time, mashing up more of their contents.

Over and over he clenched, gradually churning the pumpkins in his nuts further and further. Soon the outlines of them could only be seen while he had them tensed up, even the outermost pumpkins getting broken up into pieces, and then liquefied. With a final heavy clench, Kris strained as his sack loudly churned up the last of its contents, the two huge orbs, now perfectly rounded and smooth, wobbling slightly on the ground when he relaxed.

"Excellent, now for the final touch," Ruby approved, reaching into the wooden box she had brought along and pulling out some jars of spices and seasonings. Holding his cock in one hand, she dumped each one into his dick one after the other, shaking it a little as he tugged the powders down into his orbs. He gave one additional clench of his sack, the churning even louder as the liquid within roiled, then leaned back on the truck bed and sighed in satisfaction. The seasonings were making the inside of his cock and balls tingle, but in an oddly pleasant way.

"All right, it's ready!" Ruby declared, and Kris opened his eyes again, spotting the crowd that had assembled. Getting into place behind the shoddy stand she had set up, Ruby grabbed one of the sleeves of paper cups and tore it open. "Come get it while it's fresh! Form a line and I'll get you served!"

First up was a wolf woman who kept eyeing up Kris's huge balls even while she paid, and Ruby took the paper cup and held it to the end of Kris's cock, grabbing it and pulling it downwards for a better angle. Although he was leaking precum quite heavily, he knew she wanted more, so he took another deep breath and clenched his sack again, in a different way this time: his nuts sloshed and wobbled and his urethra bulged out as a thick splurt of cum shot from it, though it was colored bright orange and was flecked with the spices Ruby had added.

Even just one rope of cream was enough to fill the cup, and Ruby turned back to pass it to the wolf, who eagerly took it and dipped a finger into the cup to give it a taste, humming in approval as she walked away to let the next customer take her place. One after another, Ruby took their money and filled a cup with the 'cream' for them, though some of those assembled had brought their own containers. The occasional gallon jug or large mason jar was more of a challenge for Kris, taking several clenches of his sack to shoot enough pumpkin cum into to fill.

"Can I get some from the tap?" a weasel lady asked at one point, and Ruby agreed, waving the customer over behind the stand to where the truck was parked. The weasel grabbed Kris's cock with both hands and opened her maw wide, and he obliged, if somewhat messily, shooting a heavy wad of seasoned cum into her mouth, a good amount of it at the beginning and end splattering across her face and upper chest. Yet she didn't seem to mind at all, licking some of the jizz from her face before opening her purse again and slapping another couple of bills onto the stand.

"Another!" she demanded, and Ruby took the money, flashing Kris a thumbs-up. With another clench and churn of his nuts, he blasted her again, this time glazing her shoulders as well as her maw. She gulped it down and ended up paying for two more mouthfuls before she was finally satisfied, but now there were even more customers eager to follow her lead...

Over time, Kris's balls shrank in size as the creamy contents were blown into cups, jars, buckets and waiting mouths. It began taking more than one shot to fill the paper cups, and his sack ached from so much tensing and churning. Eventually the inevitable happened, and he began shooting blanks, though his balls were still hanging down past his knees after how large they had been bulged out.

"Looks like that's all of it, sorry folks," Ruby announced, to a few groans of disappointment from the crowd.

Kris began to relax, opening his eyes and looking between the big pile of cash Ruby had accumulated in the wooden box, as well as the crowd before him that still had plenty of potential customers, and the still-considerable mounds of pumpkins by the storage barn. He thought on it for a moment, then rapped his knuckles on the edge of the truck to get Ruby's attention.

"Hey, Ruby," he addressed her, leaning forward a bit. "Why not just make a second batch?"

She grinned, her long ears perking up at his suggestion, and she gave him a nod. "Heh, that's the spirit!" she replied eagerly, reaching out and patting his sack with one hand. "Just be patient, folks!" she called out, turning back to face the crowd, "We'll have more ready for you soon!"
