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Final Fantasy IV - The Pumpkin Curse	By : salarta Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy II - V Views: 1875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Final Fantasy IV - The Pumpkin Curse
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Author's Note: Happy Halloween! Okay, I wanted to write several different Halloween fic and FF4 ideas, and none of them got anywhere until this one. I wrote most of this two days ago. I'm a little more self-conscious about the content this time given the characters and ideas used, but I figured that hey, it's just fanfic, and a lot of the reasons behind my being self-conscious are no longer an issue compared to a few years ago. I know that this story will be odd for most people, but I hope it's a fun read nonetheless! Oh, and I can't reply to reviews on here due to site rules except through the forum, which I know most people won't check, so either give me your E-mail or send me one (my E-mail is in my bio) and I can give a response.
Added Note: To answer the review I've gotten so far, I'm a MUCH bigger fan of Rosa than Rydia. I feel Rydia gets far more attention than she should compared to other characters from FF4, especially Rosa. Case in point, there isn't a single doujin out there that's about Rosa, but tons of them for Rydia. Also, I did try to write a fic that had Rydia in some role in addition to Rosa, but every single time, I couldn't get myself to complete the fic. It was only once I didn't use Rydia that I got anything done. That's not to say people can't like Rydia at all, only to explain why I didn't use Rydia.

"How is your progress?" Barbariccia asked. She tossed her tumbling blonde locks over her shoulder.

Dr. Lugae shifted his spectacles, analyzing his latest experiment for any flaws in the latest round of enhancements. "She's coming along nicely, but I need a proper test when she's finished."

Barbariccia smirked. "I know the perfect subjects."

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"Above! Quickly, we've no time!" Kain led the party up a flight of stairs. All golden tiled floors and metal doors ornately designed as if by some ancient architect, the winding upward passage opened to the opulence of the prisoner's chamber brightly shining with unseen torches. What greeted the group on arrival caused a very sudden halt.

Cecil lightly nudged his long-time friend aside and angled the point of his sword at the abominable beast. "What are you? What have you done with Rosa?"

"Uwee hee hee, wouldn't you like to know?" The creature chortled, sickly and decrepit as if the mere sound of its voice was a cancer to the soul. It danced like a puppet without strings, a ghastly toothy black grin and glowing red eyes peering from the dark abyss of a pumpkin head. A sweep of its hands ran across its orange skin, perky nipples ensconced in the black triangle noses of jack-o'-lantern faces imbued on each plump, heavy breast.

"I will not ask you again," Cecil commanded. "Where is Rosa?"

"Impatient, aren't we?" The Fiend of Wind emerged with a seductive purr from behind the bizarre orange beast, looping a finger over the pumpkin-headed creature's shoulder and trailing down its body until she reached its red hot pussy lips. The lightest lick of touch elicited a torrid groan from the pumpkin beast, and a delighted giggle from Barbariccia. "If you want to know the answer, you'll have to defeat the Slutty Pumpkin."

"Another one of your master's Fiends?" shouted Kain.

"Oh no, this one is far too low and pathetic. More like... a puppet. Yes, a dumb, sex-starved puppet eager to have its holes filled by strapping young men." Barbariccia taunted. "As much as I would love to see this battle unfold, I must attend to Golbez's needs. Enjoy the party favor!"

A spin of wind, and the scantily clad blonde blinked away, leaving only the odd beast to face its foes.

In the dazzle of the fading seductress, all three members of Cecil's party found themselves dazed, caught off guard when tough, ropey green vines wrapped around their bodies. Rather than bind them, it tore cloth and broke metal until their armor lay in messy shambles at their feet. Then, just as swiftly as the vines had crept up through the floor cracks, they retreated, leaving the men nude to bear their hard-toned pecs and soft, floppy pricks to the creature.

"What manner of creature is this?" said Yang.

A derisive, bawdy cackle came from the Slutty Pumpkin's gaping maw. "Oh my, what delicious dicks you have! It's such a shame to see them so shriveled and small. Let's get them nice and hard so I can take a good look!"

Cecil, Kain, Yang, all three braced themselves for any onslaught from the beast as it lifted its arms and pressed its palms against the back of its head to reveal soft, pulpy armpits. The bald pits sweltered in pumpkin juice sweat, their obscene odor wafting deceptively swift as an orange fog that blanketed the men with its spicy, rank musk. The raw power of the creature's magics flowed through them, pulsing into their loins, stirring them about into blood-gorged pricks that rose majestically from the tight unwrapped packages between their legs.

As the men gauged between covering themselves and forming a plan of action, the Slutty Pumpkin spun and taunted them with a raise and percussive spank of her mooning ass, painted with her jack-o'-lantern visage. "Uwee hee hee... come get me, boys!"

"Don't attack!" Cecil ordered, sword angled to hide his Lunarian junk. "This beast preys on our instincts."

Kain, his hair flowing in its ponytail behind him, stepped forward, raised his spear and glanced back at Cecil. "If we wait any longer, Rosa could die. We can't play a waiting game, we must meet its bluff."

"Kain! No!" Cecil's words fell on deaf ears, and he watched helplessly as the dragoon launched himself toward the Tower of Zot's high ceilings. He turned to his remaining ally. "Yang, we-"

"ACHOO!"

The warrior monk of Fabul flew into an airborne kick, foot outstretched and angled for a perfect blow to the beast's lower back. Or at least... that was his intent.

"UWEE HEE HEE!" The Slutty Pumpkin shifted its weight aside and bent forward, bashing an elbow into the monk's shin and giving a lusty growl when the full force of Yang's attack channeled from his leg to his raging erection. The bulb of his member broke the puckered seal of her tight black-tinged rosebud.

"YANG!" Cecil watched in horror while Yang, magical mossy green curls swirling above his head, took his mighty hands around the front of the Slutty Pumpkin and palmed its giant orange boobs. All nubby dark nipples, tweaked and teased and pinched in Yang's firm fingers, while pumpkin juice stained the rippling abs and bulging pectorals on Yang's hard-trained body. Cecil calmed his senses and thought for a plan of attack, even as he saw his Baronian dragoon ally come hurtling from above.

"YES!" The Slutty Pumpkin bellowed. With one arm, it caught Kain by the end of his spear and held him there, staring upward at him as if thinking, plotting, mocking him with its unceasing smile before it released its grip. At once, Kain slipped, his cock sliding right into the abyss of its head's jack-o'-lantern grin and wrapped by some unseen second mouth.

"Release me!" Kain demanded, to no avail. His spear clattered away from his reach, and at his height, he upheld his whole weight upside-down, staring straight into the fragrant sopping maw between the creature's legs. More pumpkin spices assaulted his nose while he endured the rise and fall of his torso, the creature pumping him with inhuman strength into its gullet. Kain's face contorted to the creature's long, savage licks running from the tufts of his blonde pubes at the base of his member to his tender tip, bracing himself to have his whole length engulfed once again.

From a distance, Cecil witnessed the whole sick ordeal. Kain hung as a victim, ponytail swishing about while the Slutty Pumpkin had its fill of the dangling rag doll dragoon. Yang fiercely plowed from behind, incensed into wild passions that made the beast's moans rise even past its penis gag.

"Ngh!" was all the mighty monk grunted, and from that sound, Cecil knew. With a pop, Yang pulled out and stumbled backward, a string of his seed linking from the end of his prick to the gaping wide hole of the beast's grinning ass before the string snapped apart to let the run-off dribble around the Slutty Pumpkin's feet. The monk collapsed, spent, and his eyes closed.

"Yang! YANG!" Cecil rushed to his side. A snap of his fingers... a chant of Cure... a pass of Phoenix Down over his fallen frame... all efforts failed to rouse the man from his slumber. When he heard a loud groan from Kain, he looked up just in time to see the Slutty Pumpkin lift his ally's cock from the cavernous abyss of its mouth.

"Ohhhhh, that was delicious!" Cum spit and splattered on the Slutty Pumpkin's rotund head and down its chest, at times flooding and disappearing into its eyes and nose. A simple toss of the dragoon, and Kain crashed to the ground as he fell unconscious. "UWEE HEE HEE... I'm so horny I could fuck a paladin!"

Cecil raised his shield. The creature, as it turned toward him, seemed to glow... or rather, its many faces pulsed with light like fires in the pit of a hollowed out center. Its ass, its tits, its eyes and mouth, all waved and pulsed like they were taken over by red and orange embers. And as it walked toward him, the creature began to shift.

Its orange skin lightened into a ghastly, ghostly pure white, as if not an inch of sunlight ever touched its flawless yet soft, plush flesh. Its pumpkin faces on its breasts and rear faded, its nipples and delicate pussy lips taking the tasty hue of candy corn, yellow aureoles and white tips with all of orange in-between. Blackened nails grew into tough rakish claws, but what transpired next nearly froze the paladin's beating heart.

The Slutty Pumpkin's head shrank into a normal woman's head, unveiling the pristine beauty of his dreams staring at him with vile red eyes.

"R... Rosa?!" Cecil stammered. "No! It can't be!"

"Such a delicious look on your face.... uwee hee hee!" Rosa said. Vampire fangs prickled blood from her lower lip, and her ears formed points that poked into view. "I can't wait to fuck you!"

"Rosa, what have they done to you!"

"They made me whole! Barbariccia saw the pure, sweet lady I was and insisted that Dr. Lugae use his experiments to turn me into the wicked skank I was born to be."

Her gait changed into a sexy, hip-rocking and cocking saunter, as a sprouted devil's tail rolled in her wake, and fresh tiny horns emerged from her temples. She licked her long forked lizard tongue over a pale cheek, rubbing along a strand of her hair as it stiffened from ends to roots into a messy mop of scarecrow straw.

"Rosa, please, fight it. We can fix this, we can fix you, but first you need to stop-"

"Stop fucking everything with a dick? Why would I do that?! I love cock! I love taking it up the ass and gagging on a mouthful of cum!"

A quick cast of a spell had her floating, gently, wispy like a spectre toward the man she once took as her beloved. Her hand caressed the side of his blade, down to his knuckles, while she guided him to grope one of her ripe tits.

"Rosa..."

"Don't fight it, Cecil. You know what you really want. You were a Dark Knight for so long not for loyalty to the king, but because you wanted to bend me over and take me like a trophy. You wanted to own me, didn't you?"

"No," Cecil resisted. Her persuasions were strong with the scent of pumpkin taint still clinging to her body, yet the purity of a paladin cleaved through darker thoughts she tried to inflict on him.

"This will be harder than I thought. But then... I love when things get hard." Rosa took a predatory gleam, eyeing Cecil's manhood. "Here, let me make it easier for you."

Sparkles of a spell drifted over Cecil, locking his body rigid. Rosa guided a graceful, gracious push of her man with a cradling arm until he lay flat on his back, his stiff cock jutting from between his legs.

"Uwee hee hee, time to get your dick inside me!" Rosa bore a haunting, toothy fanged grin, vicious in its delights. "Trick or treat!"

She descended like a savage, spearing herself upon the majestic Lunarian pole. Her tail swished across the thin wispy silver hairs of his balls, a first pass before the new appendage caressed his sack like a gentle lover. Her nails raked against his chest, drawing blood she eagerly lapped with a tongue that slithered free from between her pretty crimson lips.

"Is this how you imagined our first night together?" She teased, but as Cecil stared outward, cold and blank with paralysis, she scowled at the silence of her prey. It was expected, but not to her desires, and she answered it by rising up and slamming her wet slit and wide, monstrous birthing hips on his cock with all her might. "OH! Answer me, damn you!"

"N... o...." Cecil faintly whispered.

"Mmm... that's better," Rosa purred. "You should be happy I saved the best for you. Imagine how happy it would have made Kain to cum inside my horny pussy."

Her palms pressed harder on his pecs as she pistoned herself on his manhood, slicking the Lunarian rod with her burning lust. Moans collected in her throat and poured forth, and she leaned over him to wave her candy corn teats in his face, the pair rocking and bouncing for her wild humps. On a daring venture, Rosa dropped to let one nipple land in his mouth and rubbed the hard nub across his fragile pink buds.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Look at me, Cecil! Look at the slutty freak I've become!" She bellowed, and her hay hair mussed around her pale demonic features, baleful eyes falling on him.

She shuddered when she felt... it. The warm divine seed of the Lunarian unleashed in mighty spurts, swimming toward the goal of her prized womb. So many suitors sought her hand in marriage in Baron. So many wanted to wed her and bed her, earning a child from the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, yet it all came to Cecil on a night of twisted perversions.

A vile cackle erupted about them as a jack-o'-lantern face flashed for but an instant across her bare belly and faded... as did her body's changes.

Her red eyes dimmed back to her natural crystal blue beauties. Her hair shifted from bland barnyard straw to the luxurious golden tresses that bore so much fame among the upper class. Her skin regained its youthful healthy hue. Her tail and horns receded to her bones. Her razor sharp claws became pretty manicured nails once more. When the last of the true Rosa returned, she sat stunned and silent with her lover's shrinking member still pressed within her loins.

"Cecil?" she whimpered. Once she gathered her wits, she held her hands over him and chanted. A lovely blue glow dispelled her beau's stasis.

He blinked. "Rosa, are you..."

"I... I..."

Rosa scouted her surroundings. Yang and Kain lay defeated and nude in the wake of her sexual assault, a harsh memory fresh on her body with the leak of the monk's seed from her used rump and the taste of Kain stained in her mouth. Before she could collapse into despair, she cried out. "Oh Cecil!"

He swiftly hugged his white mage lover in his arms, stroking her soft hair. "Shh, it's over now Rosa."

"No... no it's not. They cursed me, Cecil. I... I need..." Rosa swallowed. They were only words, but they carried enough weight that it took a conscious push to say them. "I need sex. When the mark appears on my body, I need to find a man and have sex with him or I will turn into that... that... thing."

All Cecil could think to do in that moment was comfort and caress her, as the outline of a pumpkin appeared on her breasts to mock them with a cheerful, taunting smile.

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"Ooooohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Rosa's ass jiggled with the pounding her hips received, taking in the full girth of another man into her blackened wet folds in the middle of her jack-o'-lantern ass' rictus grin. The smell of pumpkin eclipsed the stench of cum oozing down her legs.

Every day, she offered herself among the many men in Baron when the damnable seal tainted her flesh. In the beginning, she thought she could persist on the strength of Cecil's manhood alone, until she learned the horrible nature of her curse.

Promiscuity. Much to her disgrace, the curse demanded a limit of once per week for any man that offered to keep the spell at bay. Within the first week, twenty men knew the joys of a carnal round with Baron's most prized beauty, wandering hands and spurting cocks defiling the pristine Rosa with their darker perversions.

"Wow, you have some nice hefty pumpkin tits," the man in front of her proclaimed. Each hard breath she took heaved her big orange bosom on its resting platter, soft to the touch of the man poking at her nipples tinged as they were with glowing yellow triangle eyes. "Damn, I hope your curse never ends! I don't think I could go back to starting my day without a nice squeeze of these babies."

"Thank you... please, play with them as much as you like."

Bouts of sanity broke through her constant flights of raging arousal, shifting from the sex-obsessed freak developed by Dr. Lugae and Barbariccia, to her true self and back again. She knew, as they groped her soft globulous breasts and rammed her tight nether lips, that these urges forced upon her would find relief with or without her assistance. It didn't stop her from blushing crimson red when the man before her dropped his pants, rested his balls on her cleavage and thrust his cock up to her lips.

She consoled herself, briefly, with the knowledge that Cecil would return soon with a cure for her shameful plight... before her thoughts clicked over again to those of a Slutty Pumpkin, and she wrapped her lips around the waiting shaft.
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