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It was a sunny afternoon this Halloween, not yet late enough for any trick or treaters to be out but plenty of individuals were still casually walking about before it'd get dark, enjoying the weather. One of those many people was Keva the otter, going about the same way they would any other day, absolutely naked while walking down the street. While people were encouraged to wear clothes, public nudity was completely legal, mostly due to the wide variation of body types, some of which wouldn't be able to wear clothes at all without spending exorbitant amounts. It especially included the feral population- who weren't uncommon, yet not quite as numerous as the anthros- who'd have no small amount of trouble getting dressed and undressed. That included Keva themselves, who only sometimes wore a top and rarely anything below the waist, currently enjoying the gentle breeze on their fur. That included the fur on their crotch, their hefty sack and thick sheath out in the open as they walked along on all fours, trying to keep themselves distracted.

Their girlfriend had been out of town for a few days, and that meant they'd been going without any proper release. Sure, they could try to use their front paws or hump a pillow, but the pleasure from that was so little compared to some proper touching that it wasn't worth the trouble. They couldn't even use a toy to relieve themselves, as it was near impossible to find something their huge cock would fit in, and even the ones that did fit always broke quickly. The tip of their shaft almost always peeked out of their sheath now, sometimes leaking precum without them even getting hard, but fortunately people generally didn't stare enough to notice. Not until the occasional hardon at least, which would be hard to not stare at.

They'd manage to keep things relatively normal today so far, and the cheesy Halloween decorations did help to keep their mind off of how pent up they were. That was, until they looked toward a house they were passing by, seeing one of the jack-o-lanterns on the front steps with a surprised face carved into it, its mouth the perfect size and shape to fit their cock inside it. They shook the thought out of their head and kept walking, even as more of their length started to slowly slide out of their sheath. As horny as they were, they weren't so needy that they'd fuck a pumpkin, nevermind one that belonged to a stranger, out in the open where anyone could see. They only made it a few steps before turning right around, and hurrying right back to the pumpkin.

Their cheeks turned red under their fur as they looked at the pumpkin, their long cock throbbing hard with only the knot still in their sheath. There were others walking around but none really looked at them, and judging by a quick listen to the door, the homeowner was too busy watching TV to look out their front door. Up this close they only now noticed how small the pumpkin really was, far too small to fit more than the first few inches of their shaft, but still the hole looked wide enough, and they couldn't stop themselves now.

Precum dripped from their tip as they walked over the pumpkin, rolling it over and standing over it on all four paws, slowly moving forward until they found the hole. "I-I'm really about to do this.." They thought out loud, lifting their hips and bringing their cock to a good enough angle to start pushing in. They let out a breathy moan, a shiver going down their spine and making their tail stick out behind them, their claws pressing against the wooden deck. It felt so good to finally have something around their prick, even if the rind was only about a half-inch thick and the inside was hollow, and only the first few of all twenty inches of their length fit in, more precum gushing into the pumpkin.

They started to rock their hips, slowly fucking the pumpkin and holding it in place with their own body weight, though they weren't able to rest too far down since they were unable to fit most of their dick inside it. The tightness of the opening felt great, like someone squeezing a tight ring on them, and it became easier and more pleasurable to thrust the longer they went, the hole softening and warming up over time. The pleasure wasn't enough to take their mind off of how embarrassing this was, to be so horny that they'd fuck a Halloween decoration to get off, on a stranger's porch where anybody could see. And people saw, pointing and whispering at the sight of the feral otter humping a jack-o-lantern, but they all kept walking after a few seconds if they even stopped at all. While completely legal like public nudity, something like this was a bit more frowned upon- feral people weren't regarded as less intelligent than anthros, at least by most, though it was generally accepted that sometimes they couldn't help but act on their instincts no matter where they were, and that included their libido. Ferals usually learned to control said instincts most of the time, but with Keva being pent up the past few days they hardly stood a chance.

For now they didn't notice the people looking, their eyes shut tight as their front paws scrabbled at the pumpkin, trying to gain some leverage to thrust harder with their tip repeatedly bumping against the other wall in the pumpkin. They could feel their climax approaching, their knot sliding out of their sheath and starting to swell. Holding tight to the pumpkin they pressed as deep as they could, whimpering and moaning softly as hot, thick, and long spurts of otter cum quickly started to fill the hollowed out gourd. Those who saw mostly minded their own business, some scoffing at the sight or quietly laughing to a friend. The horny otter was too busy flooding the jack-o-lantern to truly realize how exposed they really were. They produced far more than enough semen to completely fill the small pumpkin, especially after going as long as they did without release, their seed pouring out of the carved out eyes and spurting from the mouth around their girth, and then popping off the lid to allow the creamy mess to pour onto the deck. Once they were done the deck had been splattered white with litres of their cum, small rivulets of it running down the sides of the pumpkin or still leaking from the open lid, some dripping from their dick once they pulled out.

Looking around Keva could see a few people looking at them, those stares turning elsewhere when the otter looked in their direction. They huffed, having briefly forgotten they were in public in the heat of the moment, their tail curling around to hide their still hard prick from the others but unable to hide their embarrassment, their blush visible through the fur on their cheeks. They knew they should've left at that point, stopped before even more people saw and went home, but they couldn't stop now. After something that felt that good after days of nothing, they needed more.

Luckily for them, there was a second pumpkin on the same deck. It was bigger than the first but not too big, a more normal size for a pumpkin. It had a more artsy pattern with different sized stars, and a round moon that'd fit them perfectly. A certain part of them, at least. This pumpkin was too big to comfortably stand over like the first one, their hands going on top and helping them stand on their hind legs, their meaty shaft smacking against the side. They didn't wait to slide their thick length into the jack-o-lantern, holding it tight as they pushed deeper. This hole felt slightly more narrow than the other, not enough to stop them from fitting in but making it tighter, the initial entry being slower and much more pleasurable. They were able to get much deeper than the first pumpkin but still far from their entire shaft, about ten inches in when they reached the back of the rind.

They were producing just as much precum as the first round, pooling in the bottom of the hollow pumpkin as they started to thrust, their furry balls swinging between their legs. They were so engrossed in the pleasure they didn't hear the footsteps from inside the house, only realizing someone was there when the front door swung open. They went as still as they could, eyes wide as they looked up at the tall, tough, anthro avian standing in the doorway with a disappointed look on his face. Even being caught they still gently humped the jack-o-lantern without realizing they were doing so. The bird let out a long sigh, looking at the mess they made. "Just. Be quick. I'll need time to clean this before the trick or treaters come." He grumbled, glaring down at them before shutting and locking the door, leaving them on their own with the pumpkin. Well, the pumpkin and the bystanders who were giggling at the little confrontation. At least the bird was considerate enough to let them finish instead of shooting them away.

Keva's face felt hot with the embarrassment of what just happened, but they didn't stop what they were doing or try to hide at all. They did almost the exact opposite, and just a few seconds after the door closed they started to fuck the hole in the pumpkin again, faster and harder than before. With the first one they could only deliver short, quick thrusts, but with the size of this one they were able to push and pull a lot more of their shaft in and out at a time. Their legs trembled as they humped, tail thumping against the wooden deck and lightly splashing a puddle of cum they left behind earlier.

They knew they wouldn't last much longer, not that they were trying to, focused on cumming as soon as they could while they huffed and panted. Their pre gushed into the pumpkin, more coming out the closer they got to their climax, some already pouring from a few of the lower stars carved into the pumpkin. They dug their claws into the fruit's skin, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic, before they finally came again just as messily as the first time. They let out a loud moan as they started to fill the jack-o-lantern with their seed, right where multiple people could see. This time there were a lot more holes for their nut to escape from, pouring and splurting out onto their feet, hind legs, balls, and their cock itself. They were filling the pumpkin faster than it could empty, and just as they started to finish, some of their cum leaked from around the lid before the rest poured from the sides and added to the already huge mess on the deck.

They pulled away from the ruined decoration, trying to not get their feet wet and failing as they stepped in the huge puddle of warm cum with all four paws, hardly having noticed their hind paws in it already. They hurried off of the deck, leaving a little trail of cummy paw prints and drips behind them, some still slowly leaking from their knotted member as it throbbed. Though they were still horny, the worst of their lust had been sated, and they could've gone home without issue. But while they looked around at the different people on the street, something else caught their attention. Across the road on someone's doorstep was a much larger pumpkin, looking like it must've been some sort of prize pumpkin judging by its sheer size. As they slowly approached it they could see that it hadn't been carved yet, and a knife had been left on a little table next to it.

Looking behind them they could see a few people giving them funny looks, making them blush some more, but.. if this pumpkin could fit all of their shaft, there was no way they could stop now, their lust having grown just as strong as before. Standing on their hind legs and carefully picking up the knife, they slowly carved out an appropriately sized hole in the side of the pumpkin and tossed that chunk aside, putting the knife back on the table. With the size of the pumpkin- it was almost as tall as Keva standing up- and the height they carved the hole, they had to awkwardly mount the pumpkin with one hind leg raised and the other standing on its toes while their front legs hugged onto it, their tip at the waiting hole. Some of their shaft had already been lubed up from their previous 'sessions', making it easier to slowly slide into the slightly misshapen hole.

As they pushed deeper, they couldn't help but let out a noisy moan. Unlike the first two this pumpkin hadn't been emptied out at all, leaving all of the cool and slimy guts and seeds inside to rub against their sensitive cock in an oh-so pleasurable way. After a certain depth they had to readjust their position, climbing right onto the pumpkin with all four paws off the ground, their hind claws digging into the skin as they pressed against the side and their front paws gripping what they could to keep them from falling off or tipping right over. The position was more embarrassing to them and more obvious to the people around them, but they were willing to deal with that with how good it felt. For now it seemed like the pumpkin had a good enough balance that the horny otter could go all the way in, only stopping when their wide knot pressed against the outside and they weren't able to go deeper. The pleasure already put the other pumpkins to shame, and Keva was ashamed to admit that it felt just as good if not better than the few toys they'd been able to fit into in the past. There was still more space inside, their tip not yet touching the other wall, but the hole they made wasn't big enough for their knot. They weren't planning to knot it anyways, since that'd probably result in them being stuck there for a while, no matter how amazing it'd feel.

They started slowly at first, testing the waters to make sure they wouldn't just fall over, but it didn't take long for them to be confident enough, and horny enough, to begin speeding up. There was no shortage of loud, lewd, sloppy sounds, the hole tight around their girth and practically sucking on them whenever they pulled back with the pressure inside, the pumpkin's slimy insides getting ravaged with some of its slop sticking to their prick, strings clinging to their knot and furry balls, both of which repeatedly audibly smacked against the pumpkin whenever they thrusted in. Precum continued to gush out, warming up the pumpkin and making it even wetter and slipperier, encouraging them to thrust harder. They noticed all of the looks and stares they got from strangers walking by, now drawing more attention than before, meekly averting their gaze from the bystanders but not slowing their humps.

The pumpkin gently rocked back and forth as Keva pounded it, different fluids leaking out of the hole around their member to either run down the side of the pumpkin or to splash when their knot and balls slapped against it, coating their groin in a sticky mix of precum and pumpkin juice. They started to pant quietly with their tongue hanging out of their mouth, their whole body hot from the emotions and sensations going through them. They'd already stopped paying attention to the passersby even if they could still see them, thrusting madly like they were in rut- they may as well have been with how horny they were. The repeated abuse from their knot softened the area around the pumpkin's hole, and when they were on the edge of climax just as their knot began swelling, they shoved it right into the pumpkin with an orgasmic cry of bliss that turned heads. Their body trembled and shook as they came harder than before, getting the rare pleasure of locking their knot in something as it swelled to its largest, ensuring every drop of sperm would stay inside the otter's 'mate'.

Alas, things didn't go completely smoothly. After Keva had barely started cumming, the door next to them swung open to reveal another anthro, this one a canine. "..Seriously? Come on, I was just about to carve that. There isn't time to get another one either." She sighed, hand to her temples. Like the first time they kept humping and grinding despite being caught, but now they made the mistake of trying to speak instead of remaining silent. Instead of the sincere apology they tried to make, they could only mumble a few words in between moans. "S-sorry, I- fuuuck.. I'm a l-little bit- nnf- little b-bit stuuuuck..~!" They trailed off into a groan, giving a few little tugs to the pumpkin and not coming loose at all, still pumping it full to the brim. "Ugh.. Try to leave as soon as you can. I want to get rid of that thing before dark." She told them, and they let out an involuntarily moan before she practically slammed the door shut.

Their cheeks were burning up in embarrassment as they heard a few bystanders laughing at the sight, the shame and realization really starting to settle in as they finished cumming, knot still throbbing hard and keeping them from pulling out. They squirmed, not able to move the pumpkin or try to change poses unless they wanted to end up in an even more humiliating position, not able to pull their knot out without hurting themselves, and the knife being out of reach so they couldn't cut a bigger hole to free themselves. It seemed like, until their knot shrunk in about an hour, they were just going to have to wait here..

As time passed, they didn't feel any less embarrassed about being stuck in such a position. From their pose, which they couldn't comfortably change, it was easy enough to tell what they'd been doing. Eventually, after almost an hour like that, their knot had deflated enough that, with some wiggling and hard tugs, they were able to pull it out of the pumpkin with a wet 'pop'. They yelped as they fell onto their back and their wet dick smacked against their belly, a small deluge of slop made of pumpkin guts and their cum pouring out of the hole. The first few glorps landed on them, covering their groin until they wiped it away with one of their paws. "Ech, gross.." They huffed, scooting back and watching the pumpkin empty out more of the orange, cummy mixture until the pressure was relieved. They rolled over onto all four paws, their messy shaft slowly receding back into their sheath as it softened, the fur on their crotch still all sticky. They'd have to clean that, but that would have to wait until they got home. Looking at the stares they were getting, they rushed away before their lust would take over again, leaving behind quite a mess of those poor pumpkins.

Only when they were back home in the privacy of their apartment did they relax, flopping onto their side near the door while their heart pounded. That was crazy.. They thought to themselves, gradually calming down. They'd never forget having done that, and they doubted the homeowners would forget either. Maybe I'll take a different route next time I walk.. They thought, standing back up on all fours. Definitely shouldn't go out when I'm that pent up again. They looked toward the counter- much lower than normal, since their apartment was designed for ferals- and saw the pumpkin on top of it. They were planning to carve it and put it in their window after they finished their walk, but that was before their 'delays'. Well.. since I'm alone, one more round couldn't hurt. Their length started to grow from their sheath again as they thought about that, getting a knife to carve a hole into the fourth pumpkin of the day.