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The Wrong Part of the Patch By Theo Winters

Written for Balladaheart

There was something sad about a pumpkin patch a few days after Halloween. It was a dark and empty place, the vines crawling along the ground with a number of ripe pumpkins laying forlornly; their place in the world supplanted by turkeys and pumpkin pie. It was an ignoble fate, and it gave it a sense of melancholy.

For some reason that was exactly what Ballad was looking for, combined with the cold chill of the November night and the overcast sky that hid the new moon, it just felt like the right place for the hybrid to be. It didn't make any real sense to the blue furred fox--dragon but he couldn't deny the draw of the place.

With his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets and his leathery wings wrapped around his shoulders he carefully picked his way through the pumpkin patch. The vines pulled across the toes of his bare feet, trying to trip him up as he nearly tripped over the squash themselves. The deeper he went into the patch the thicker it became. Yet he couldn't help himself, there was just... something pulling him in deeper.

He pulled his wings a bit tighter around his body, as if they would protect him, his bushy tail pressed up against the back of his legs. Some part of him thought that he should be afraid but he knew there was no reason to be. While the pumpkin patch might have been eerie, it was nothing more than the dark and cold.

Suddenly his foot caught on one of the vines, causing him to stumble forward into the thick mass of vegetation. He twisted around as he fell forward, his wings snapping outwards to break his fall. It didn't help enough as he crashed down onto a dozen small pumpkins and one large one, crushing them under his weight. The thick insides squelched out under him, spraying out over his pants and jacket, covering them in stringy pulp. His muzzle slammed into a particularly large one breaking through and filling his mouth with the nasty insides.

Ballad spat it out as he lifted himself up onto his hands and knees. "That's disgusting," he said, trying to clear the taste out of his mouth but it just wasn't going away. With an annoyed grunt he wiped his face off with his sleeve only to discover that it was also covered in pumpkin guts.

Rising up onto his knees he snapped his wings back in frustration. "Stupid pumpkins, why am I even here?" he said, picking up a half crushed one and throwing it even deeper into the patch.

"Because the walls between worlds are weakest at this time of year, and you were drawn to it," someone said from right behind him.

He snapped his head around, looking for the source of the voice but only found more of the vines around him. "What?" he asked dumbly.

"But you were unaware of that, weren't you?" the voice spoke again, this time from his other side.

"Who are you, where are you?" the blue hybrid asked as he turned his head the other direction, then looked behind himself. It seemed that he was alone in the field, only the pumpkins to keep him company... and they weren't talking.

The voice laughed, a sound that seemed to be coming from everywhere around him at once. "Yes, you clearly have no concept of the events you have found yourself in. I think that shall be to my benefit. At least for the moment, though such things could rapidly change."

Ballad pulled himself up to his feet, whipping more of the mash off of his pants. "What are you going on about?" he snapped at the darkness around him. This time though the voice didn't return, but he could swear someone was breathing hard right next to him. Finally he decided that enough was enough and turned around to leave the field. He only got a few steps before the vines wrapped around his feet, twisting and grabbing at him like they were possessed.

Letting out a low growl he bent down, running the sharp point of his draconic claws over the vines and easily cutting them apart. Though it didn't let him free, if anything the more of the vines he cut the thicker they became, wrapping tighter around his long feet and up around his ankles. Even reaching for his paws as he tried to cut himself free.

"Oh, don't struggle. I'm not going to simply allow for you to run away. Not after you've attracted my attention," the voice said, right in his ear.

The hybrid shot up and looked to his side, but as expected he was still alone. A second later he felt something like a finger running across his cheek. He twisted away from it but he was still alone in the patch. "Show yourself!" he demanded.

This made the voice laugh again. "Why should I be the one to show myself, aren't you part dragon?" it said, the odd fingers running down along the outside of his wings, teasing at the membranes and up to the thumb.

Ballad snapped his wings outwards, trying to hit whomever was teasing him, but not to his surprise there was no impact. Slowly he pulled them down against his back and let out a long breath. He had only gotten a small amount of draconic power and while it was enough to keep him warm on a cold night he couldn't do anything startling. But he still had the sight.

Lifting a paw up he pressed it over his eyes for a few moments, letting them change from vulpine to draconic. Dropping his hand away he blinked a few time, the world around him bright as if it was a full moon with the colors streaking together in the oddest of ways. It always made his head ache after even a short time.

He turned his head around and let out a gasp. The whole pumpkin patch was ablaze with light. It radiated up from the ground, making the vines and pumpkins glow. In the light was the outline of figures, moving... no dancing in the glow. They weren't real, not yet, just shadows and impressions but they seemed to be become more solid with every passing second.

"Now you see," the voice said from his other side.

The hybrid whipped his head around, finding himself looking into a muscular chest covered in red fur topped with thick hair. He tilted his head back, looking up at the creature. He was a goat with a long beard and a pair of spiraling horns that arched high over his head. A pair of massive bat like wings hung from his back, fanning out with each breath he took. Slowly he reached out with one hoof covered finger and teased it over Ballad's chin.

"You're a demon," he whispered.

The beast clapped his hands together and smiled. "That took you for too long to see, I must say I am disappointed in you, you seemed so promising."

Behind them the lights grew ever brighter as a deep rumble starting to fill the air, even the earth was starting to shake under him. He made a quick glance at the lights, the shadows becoming more solid by the moment.

"Now now now, you're not for them," the demon said, reaching out and turning Ballad's head back to look at him, his eyes glowing a dim orange.

The hybrid pulled back, away from the thick fingers and tried to pull his feet free, but the vines were wrapped tightly around them, rooting him to the spot. "Let me go," he growled, feeling more of his draconic side starting to come forward, a fire beginning to build in his belly.

"Oh... why would I do something like that? You're here and I found you before anyone else. That means you're mine and I will not allow you to slip away, not now. There is so much power in you... so much potential," the demon said, running a finger along the half--dragon's belly.

"Get away from me," he snapped, trying to pull back again, starting to fall backwards, his wings fanning out wide.

In a flash the demon reached out and grabbed Ballad's jacket, pulling him back up to his feet. "Though there is the possibility of my companions trying to take you from me, and I can't allow that," he said, his hand starting to glow with a bright purple light. It danced over his fingers for a moment then jumped across and hit the hybrid in center of his chest.

The fox--dragon let out a gasp, the wind knocked out his lungs. He could feel the heat of the magic as it burrowed deep into his chest. He tried to pull back, to fight his way free, but he found he couldn't move at all. His whole body was burning with the power as the vines pulled tighter against his legs, cutting through his pants and sinking into his fur.

He clawed at his chest as the heat grew even stronger, dancing over his fur and across his wings. It seemed to be growing stronger by the moment, his blue fur starting to glow from the power. It spread from his fur and onto his clothing, whips of acrid smoke starting to rise from the fabric. A few seconds later green fire burst from his fur, rushing over his body in moments and turned his clothing into ash. It left his fur alone, leaving him nude in front of the demon.

Ballad let out a yelp and moved to cover himself, but the moment his mouth was opened a thick vine lifted from the ground and forced its way into muzzle. The instant it was past his lips it swelled up, pressing into his teeth and locking it into place. It kept growing, pushing deep into his mouth and started to tease at the back of his throat.

Forgetting about his immodesty for the moment he reached up and gabbed at the vine, trying to pull it free but it was firmly stuck. He didn't let that hold him back, yanking and twisting at it as bit down hard on the intruding vine. The more he worked against the vine the thick it seemed to become, the end pressing down his throat.

Then suddenly he wasn't grabbing the vine anymore. Looking down at his hand he was shocked to see that his fingers were simply missing, and as he watched his hands were shrinking down into his wrists and vanishing moments later. His arms starting to shrink moments later.

The hybrid started to squirm and twist, trying to pull away even as the vines pulled tightly around his legs and pushed deeper into his throat. It felt like it had pressed into his belly, causing it to bloat out. He looked down, scared of what he could see but the last thing he had expected was that the white fur of his belly was turning dark orange even as his gut was growing larger by the second.

He let out a muffled cry around the vine, almost crying as the pressure grew. Crossing his eyes he watched as muzzle started to melt into the vine, or maybe the vine was become his muzzle, he couldn't tell.

Ballad whimpered and shook his head, glaring up at the demon even as the power pressed down around him. By now his arms were completely gone and he could feel his wings starting to twist and deform as his gut grew ever larger, the swelling growing all around his body.

"Yes, I believe this will be more the enough to hide you," the demon mused, taking a step back and rubbing his chin.

He rocked from side to side ,trying to pull lose from the vines as his wings melted away, his swollen belly resting heavily on his legs. Legs that were starting to be absorbed by the rapidly growing belly. Inch my inch they pulled up closer to his body. The swelling rose up his neck as his head was pulled down towards his body.

All he could do glare at the demon as the changes took over the rest of his body, his legs pulling up and vanishing into his belly as his head sank down, his face almost indistinguishable from the vine running out of it. Then he found himself closing his eyes, feeling them sealing over as the last of the changes washed over him. He found himself rocking in place on the pile of vines, he could still see thanks to the dragon site, but that was all he could do.

With a smirk the demon bent down and ran his fingers over Ballad's side. "No one will be looking for a pumpkin in the midst of a pumpkin patch. You will be safe until my return," and with that he turned and walked towards the dancing figures.

The hybrid turned pumpkin watched the demon go, anger building up inside of him. There was some kind of demon summoning going on, or maybe just a private party, and he had to walk into the middle of it. Or at least drawn to it... maybe it was because of his dragon side, or maybe it just was a trap from the demons, he didn't know.

He could see all the demons in the patch, each one built differently, at least in silhouette. They were moving and dancing together... though it seemed to be devolving down into an orgy even as he watched. No one was paying any attention to him, not even the demon who had changed him.

Ballad had only one hope of trying to get free and that was to use his own magic but countering a demon spell was harder than almost anything else and he had very little skill as well as power... but it was all he had. He tried to gather up his draconic power, trying to hold as much as he could inside of himself while still keeping the site. The last thing he wanted was to fall into total darkness.

Sadly no matter how much power he tried to collect it all seemed to drain away into the spell that trapped him. Sucked out of him and added to his new form making grow second by second. It was a strange feeling, his whole body spreading out even if his body was nothing like it should be. Still he wasn't going to give up, not while there was the smallest chance of breaking free and escaping from whatever it was the demon wanted to do to him.

Then without warning it was too late, the light flared even brighter then suddenly faded away into nothing, the demons returning back to the shadows... all but one. It slowly resolved into the form of the demon who had changed him, striding through the pumpkin patch like it wasn't even there.

He walked up to the former fox--dragon and chuckled. "I hope that you enjoyed the show, I know that I did," he said as he bent down to look at the pumpkin. "And do not act like you didn't see all that happened, I can feel you still watching me."

Ballad tried to respond, but there was no way for him to speak. All he could do was lash out with what little power he head, and that did nothing at all other then grow a little bit more.

This made the goat throw his head back with laughter, the sound of it echoing across the field like a low roll of thunder. "Well, apparently you do have a little power though not enough to be of any use to anyone. At least not with magic, but there are a number of other uses I can find for you."

Reaching out, the demon stroked a thick finger over the side of the pumpkin, rubbing against the rough texture the reached up to the thick vine rising from the top. It was hard for Ballad to tell, but it seemed like he was at least four feet tall, though with how large the demon was it was hard to be sure.

"Yes, you will be very useful for me," the demon said, rubbing both hands over the side of the pumpkin then dropping his head down to kiss the top of it. He pressed his muzzle up close to the steam, kissing and licking at it as a low rumble echoed through his body and the pumpkin.

A moment later Ballad felt something pressing against his side, something hot and hard. It took a moment for him to realize that it was the demons shaft, rock hard and probing at the hard rind of his vegetable body. It rubbed against the skin, burning hot yet somehow ice cold. Pre was already started to drip from the tip and run down the ridges on the skin, feeling like molten candy against him.

The demon laughed and humped harder, his fingers pressing into the hard skin of the pumpkin as he kissed up along the stem before biting into it, tearing through it in a moment and spitting it away. "Now to make you mine," he said with a laugh then putted his hips back and thrush forward, slamming the pointed head of his cock against the hard skin.

Ballad wanted to let out a scream as he felt the cock pierce his body and slip deep into him, the shaft digging into his soft insides. It burnt hotly in him, making his whole self pulse with power and making his site waver.

"Yes my dear boy, take it, take it all and let it bring you to me. All of you, every inch of you will be mine and I will never give you up," the demon said, laughing as he hilted himself firmly inside of the pumpkin. Holding himself in place as his magic started to run over the former vulpine.

The demon dug his fingers in deeper, squeezing them against the skin of the pumpkin as he began to fuck him. The pounding cock felt even hotter, making the once hybrid whimper, or at least try to. Each thrust was like a jolt of ice running through him, the power growing by the moment, radiating out from the demon's hands and cock. It was growing hotter and faster by the moment.

Ballad kept struggling as much as he could, but it was hopeless and he knew it. All he was doing was feeding into the demons power over him. Even so he had no intentions of giving up, not even as the demon's power was growing stronger around him burning over his skin as his fingers sank in the hard rind.

"I do believe that you will be the best toy I have ever taken," the demonic goat said, his voice rough as he fucked himself against the side of the pumpkin, each thrust harder than the last and stirring up the soft insides. The sounds of wet squishing filled the pumpkin patch though no one was around to hear it.

With each thrust the power around Ballad grew stronger, pressing down on his hard outer body as the beast screwed him. The power felt stronger at his hands, pressing against his body, the fingers sinking in deeper by the moment. Then he felt himself shrink by a few inches, pulling his body tighter around the thrusting cock, then it happened again.

Above him the demon let out a moan and grabbed tightly at the transformed fox's side, then with a grunt hefted the large pumpkin up into the air. The goat held in him place for a few moments then started to slam the squash down against his crotch as he thruster into it. With each thrust causing the pumpkin to shrink even more.

As he shrunk, the feeling from the constant screwing grew stronger, making Ballad's mind spin. He tried to fight it off, to push it out of his mind and focused on doing anything possible to get free but it was simply too much. It overwhelmed him, crashing over him in wave after wave. If he could still speak he would have found himself moaning from the wonderful force of it all.

Strangely, the smaller he got the shallower the goat's thrusting became. Soon he was holding his hips still as he rocked the pumpkin along his shaft and even that wasn't very much movement, only a few inches at a time now. Then he did something unexpected and simply let go, letting his shaft do the job of holding up his toy.

Ballad could feel himself bouncing along with the demon's pulse, swaying along with the beasts cock as he found the pleasure almost too much to take. The power was growing as well, wrapping around him and pulling him tightly around the cock. He didn't think he could be move anymore, everything was so tight and firm.

"You are almost completely," the demon said, his voice low and dripping with lust. He reached out and started to stroke the sides of the small pumpkin. Under the thick fingers the hard flesh of the pumpkin stared to get softer, almost like it was becoming flesh again and it made the pleasure grow ever more.

It was simply too much for the hybrid, making his head spin as his body become softer by the moment. He didn't even notice when the demon wrapped one hand around his body and squeezed. His changing body deformed, twisting and flattening out, turning into a fleshy orange tube around the goat's shaft.

Then the power exploded around him, washing over his body and deep into it. It danced along his twisted form and up into the cock buried inside of him... and yet a moment latter Ballad couldn't feel the shaft anymore, like it had been pulled out of him but that wasn't the case either. It was like it was there and not there at the same time. Even more odd was that he could almost feel the demons heavy balls, churning with power just below him.

With a happy grunt the demon squeezed his form and stated to stroke along his body. He could feel his skin pulling and sliding, added to the pleasure. Which grew and grew even as felt the ice hot precum pushing out past his lips.

That fact shock his mind back just a little bit, enough to realize that he had a mouth again, but he couldn't move it in any way. Instead he could taste the pre as it pushed past as the flesh pulled around him before finally part over and pulling back away from the end of his body, exposing it to the air. Exposing his head... but it wasn't a head at least not a head like he had before.

With a sick feeling of pleasure he realized that it was the pointed head of a the goat's cock. In fact he become the demon's cock, replacing it with his own flesh, merged and reshaped into a massive shaft that was pulsing with pleasure. Pleasure that he couldn't pull away from, pleasure that he couldn't ignore.

The demon stroked him faster, the foreskin rubbing back and forth across his head and making him squirm in joy. More of the heavy precum dripping from his mouth turned slit, his excitement growing along with the beasts lust.

"That's it my lovely penis, let it all out. Let the pleasure take you and cum!"

On command he felt his body grow stiffer, the balls attached to him pulling tight and churning as the pleasure grew so much that he couldn't take it anymore. With a cry of pleasure he felt himself and the demon cum, the heavy seed rushing down his length and blasting out of his mouth. It jetting out in a thick stream, spraying over the pumpkin patch, covering it with thick white spunk.

He came and came, the orgasm washing away the last of the resistance that he may have had to the change. Reshaping his mind to make him both the former fox--dragon hybrid and yet the demon's cock... and he loved every moment of it. He knew that being the demonic goat's shaft was exactly what he had been meant to be, and what he should be. As the climax petered out he found himself sighing with both joy and disappointment. happy to have been used by his new master, but sad that he was finished.

With a pleased laugh the demon grabbed his new cock, feeling it deflate and grow lip, the foreskin pulling over the head of the shaft and hiding it away. The orange skin had taken on the blue tint that the hybrid had original had, giving it a nice texture. "You preformed very well my little toy, I am very proud of you. To reward you I will find a nice demon bitch to fuck, I'm sure you would love to get into a nice tight twat, wouldn't you?"

Ballad twitched in excitement at the idea, it was exactly what he wanted to do next!

The demon laughed again, "I suspected as much," then with a wink he vanished. The only sign of his, or the hybrid's presents, was the layer of cum over the pumpkin patch.

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This story was written and copyright 2013 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Ballad is owned by his player. Violators will end up as less appealing parts of a demon.