Page 27 of Beneath Hoof and Hollow
My eyes drop to his groin. A long, horribly thick green gourd juts up from between his muscle-laden thighs. Pale orange stripes run along its length, leading down to a dark bulbous region where it meets his pelvis. Two small orange pumpkins are settled at the base.
The spell even gave him a pumpkin cock. My stomach roils as I stare at the abomination. The oversized gourd looks hardly anything like a human appendage. “You…you think you can use that thing?”
“You will help me find out,” Fierdon snaps back.
My mouth goes dry. “How?”
“We will test this new body and everything it has to offer.Together. It is the least you can do.”
“I’mnot touching that thing. It’s too big. You’ll…I can’t… Please, it was an accident.” Genuine fear laces my blood. Fierdon’s expression shifts slightly. He looks down, gripping the new length with his oversized hand.
“Perhaps you’re right to be terrified.” He rubs the bottom of his new face as he thinks and thinks. The light in his eyes flickers. “We will start with something smaller.”
He tears off the pumpkin head again. I wince, watching the vines rip. He sets it on the ground so that the front is facing his body.
“Sit.” With the head detached, his voice booms in the air around me.
I drop to my knees.
“Not on the ground,” he growls. “On. My. Stem.”
The small, twisted knob sticks up from the top of the pumpkin. “Absolutely not.” I gasp. “It’s too weird. It looks uncomfortable.”
“Almost as weird and uncomfortable as being turned into afucking pumpkin.”Fierdon’striangular eyes narrow. “Sit.Now.”
Guilt heats my cheeks. He has a point. It’s my fault we’re in this situation. Still, I’m hesitant to touch this new thing he’s become. Sitting on a pumpkin stem? Putting that type of thing inside myself? “I can’t.”
“I can make you.”
There’s something much darker in his tone than there was before. Goosebumps cover my body. Fear spikes through my gut. I jump to my feet and straddle the pumpkin, lowering myself untilI’mjust above it. “Fierdon…”
He stalks toward me, stroking himself. I throw my hands up. “Okay, okay.”
I’mgrimacing as I squat until I’m seated on the top. It’s as weird as I expected. The inch or so of stem pushes in me like a nubby finger.
“Ugh, Fierdon.” I feel ridiculous. Folding my arms, I bite out a terse, “You wanted me humiliated as payback for making you a pumpkin, right? Well here we are. Happy?”
“Not yet. Grind your hips.”
I laugh. That’s got to be a joke. “You want me to ride your stem?”
“Less questions, more obeying. Like I said, I can make you.” He reaches his hands toward me.
“No! I’ll do it myself.” I don’t know what’s in store if that monstrous body gets a hold of me. As dumb as I feel, I try to do what he says. Rolling my hips over the small wooden piece, I can’t help but whine. “This is too weird.”
Fierdon groans. The sound is long and low. I stop.
“Can you feel that?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he barks.
I quickly start up again. As I ride, something changes.
The stem begins to grow.
Fierdon
Everything about this body is foreign. When I begged for a visible physical form, I wasn’t expecting to be turned into a vegetable. Or is it a fruit? Who fucking cares. My body is green, my head is a pumpkin, my cock is a gourd.
