Well, there is that one thing

What could you show Pike that made you different from the other millions of pumpkin-heads that routinely got slaughtered every year for their enchanted books? Why, of course! The one thing that was sure to excite a mischievous tomboy with a wild side like her. With pride in your voice you told her:

You could dispel any curse from any book she had and also evaluate any unknown tomes she might be carrying.

"... Do I look like the bookish type? I'm not carrying any, dummy."

Drat! What else was there? You couldn't very well tell her, "all the spellbooks that I drop are guaranteed to be super, duper valuable, you should try hitting me and take a look! You could finance another two inventory pouches using all of this!" Or you shouldn't, anyway.

What else... Hm...

Oh, right.

That.

But... It was a little embarrassing telling a girl about that. After all, you were a virgin pumpkin. You were still feeling a little shy about it. You hadn't seen any other plant dicks before. What if yours was really small? What if she laughed at it? She was the tomboyish type! Those types don't hesitate to laugh at shy boys like you!

"You know what? You dropped a really valuable skill tome earlier, that's like, class specific to me! Maybe that could be what's special about you?"

Fuck shyness!

With a sense of self preservation, you... tried... to show... her... your... plant dick! It... it...!

It was really hard!

Of course, in the sense of its rigidity, it was rather hard. The vines were smooth and supple, but became rigid when you were stimulated. Meeting the first cute girl who'd ever not introduced herself by clubbing you over the head with her weapon of choice had you feeling a little randy. But more specifically, it was very, very hard to show her! The thing was hidden inside both your straw and your shoddy scarecrow trousers. You couldn't whip it out at a moment's notice! You began to chant, then summoned a pair of Phantom Hands mid-air.

"Woah woah, if you start casting spells, I start stabbing." Pike warned you of this while brandishing her thief's dagger.

You used your ghostly voice to ensure her to have patience, then grabbed hold of your trousers to yank them down, awkwardly using the Phantom Hands as best you could. Truth be told, they were better suited to simple tasks, like grabbing things and holding them in place or hitting big, obvious switches in dungeons. Manipulating pants was not one of their strong points, at least not without more magic skill. You found yourself struggling so badly with the garment that you ripped it down one leg getting it off.

Unequipped Scarecrow Pants (Physical DEF -1, you are now EXPLICIT)

The elf covered her mouth with one hand for a moment to stifle a laugh... Or so you thought. She'd actually been adjusting her mouth covering down to reveal her lips, which were twisted into a grin of amusement. "Ha ha ha ha ha! That's a big LOL! This pumpkin's flashing me! Somebody on the patch team was having too much fun with you!" The thief seemed as though she might double over with laughter. You strongly began to consider going back to the hold her and burn her to **** option for laughing at your newly found dick.

Wait... That's right. She still can't see it. It's covered with your hay.

Gently, you asked her if she wouldn't mind parting your hay a bit and reaching in there.

"Huh? Is it a thing where there's like, treasure inside or something? Aaaaw, sweet! I knew that this Easter egg hunt was gonna pay off!"

You nodded your smiling pumpkin head, while the corner of its smile twitched in disbelief at the situation you'd gotten yourself into. You couldn't decide if telling her what was really waiting for her in there was going to make things more or less awkward once she found it. Soon enough, she was brushing aside your hay and grabbing at the roots inside, a bit roughly for your taste. You were a virgin! She should be more gentle...!

Finally, she found your "add-on." Your expansion pack, as it were. Ironically, she found it by hitting her cheek into it as she leaned in, not by grasping it with her hand.

"What... Wait... Hold on. You're a plant, right? Plants don't have these. You're an explicit plant?"

You made your best, 1-dexterity approximation of a shrug, then rolled your pumpkin head on your shoulders. Apparently, pumpkin heads do have these in May. "Maybe they just rot and fall off before Halloween comes?" You posited that, hoping she'd laugh about it.

She was still too shocked to laugh. "I mean... Have you... Tested it?"

Your triangular eyes widened slightly and your candles burned brighter. That was the closest a pumpkin could come to blushing. You told her that you hadn't, then added that straw hands were also pretty darn useless for masturbating.

"The Phantom Hands though-"

You told her that you thought summons deserved a little decency! "Think of the poor Phantom Hands! That's sexual ****!"

"I-I mean, they're not sentient, soooo..."

Things had gotten awkward as she sat and you stood, erect as always, both down below and in terms of your stature. There was no other way for you to stand, although you could lie on the ground, if some absolute bastard tipped you over during the Halloween event. Pumpkin-tipping, they called it. It was popular, once upon a time ago. She, on the other hand, was still kneeling before you, watching your twitching plant member with wide eyes and what you thought might have been an embarrassed blush of her own.

"It's kind of..." You thought you saw a smile spreading across her face. Here it came: the bullying laughter. Just what you needed, after being born in May in this utterly confusing position: some small penis humiliation! "Kind of uh... Well, you know? Kind of erotic, stumbling into this cave and finding the only pumpkin-head with a penis. Plus, dude, you're kind of hung. For like, a pumpkin. No, even by character standards. Is that cause it's made of vines, you can just make it whatever size you want?"

Your pumpkin head began to swell with pride, as did your vines. You'd never been complimented on anything before in your damn life, other than that one time a brat told you "Nice hat!" You'd realized that was a joke at your expense pretty quickly.

But this one seemed genuine!

"I gotta ask: does stuff come out of it?"

You wiggled your non-existant pumpkin eyebrows and asked if she'd like to be the first to test. You didn't know if you really had a type... before today, you'd actually thought it was melons, but the new existence of a dick had made you lean more towards humanoid women. Still, you didn't need to consult your preferences to know that you weren't about to pass up the only sexual action you'd ever received and were ever likely to. Losing your cool, you begged her to please, please, pleeeease help you test out your equipment!

The girl lowered her eyebrows and adopted a cute, bashful expression that you thought looked a bit out of place on a level 16 thief. "Uh, dude, I'm like... I don't do sex stuff. I do other RP, but like... Not the sex stuff."

Privately, you considered she must have thought about doing it. Her avatar was advertised as explicit, after all. Still, you persevered: you told her not to think of it as sex stuff, but rather, science! The two of you were about to become pioneers. Who knew what the heck would shoot out of there? It could be anything from plant sap, to semen, to a laser beam that curves to the latest raid boss and kills him in one hit! What did she have to lose?

... The elf player seemed like they'd sort of lost their nerve for banter, but they slowly nodded and began to stroke your newfound cock with one gloved hand. The feeling was, in two words, utter bliss. You'd rarely felt joy in your entire life and now you were being spoon-fed the premium stuff from a golden saucer. The only thing that could make it feel any better was if she'd take the gloves off, but even still, these were the real deal! Not some crappy Beginner Gloves or the sleeves of your own shitty Scarecrow Shirt.

You felt ecstasy! You were the luckiest pumpkin alive!

You felt jealousy! So what, players not only get to kill you all the time, but they have cute girls to rub their dicks like this?! Phooey on them!

You felt anxiety! What if you died? What if you came back at Halloween season and never got to feel this again? Oh no!

You felt... a little guilty. It seemed a little lame that you weren't able to return the favor, but rubbing her cheek delicately with your straw would be a bad idea, next only to trying to finger-bang her with it. You needed a little more time to get used to your new plant anatomy before you reciprocated any of this, ahem, science.

"Oh, geez... There's something starting to leak out..." The girl's voice was coming in a breathy, raspy way that you most closely associated with a person that can't believe their friends are taking all the best tomes while they tank the fire. That emotion: disbelief. Well, there was also a pretty unfamiliar one mixed in there, but if you had to take a guess, you thought it could be arousal...

You asked her if she wouldn't mind tasting it.

"Woah! Uuuh, what, you're a Pumpkin Perv? You're asking me to suck your plant dick?"

You nodded your over-sized head eagerly as your mouth gaped, drooling out pumpkin innards grotesquely.

"Well, I'm not gonna!" Instead, she smirked challengingly at you and ran a finger along your length, then played with the tip using her soft, gloved finger. "It's pretty viscous..." She pulled the index finger and thumb apart, her eyes widening as she noticed the viscosity. Pike looked both ways to make sure no one was watching... then began to lick your plant cum from her fingers. Her eyes sparkled in the same way the average adventurer's do when said adventurer picks up a Looting (Ultra) tome. "It... It tastes really good! It's like a kind of honeyish, pumpkinish flavor! I mean, it'd be better at Halloween- you're supposed to eat pumpkin at Halloween- but still!"

Ignoring her comments about eating your people, you asked if she'd be interested in returning to the earlier proposal of sucking your dick. It was all you could do to get the words out... you felt like you were going to release your pumpkin seed onto the cave floor any moment now.

By way of answer, the increasingly interested elf began to run her tongue along the length of your plant penis, wearing a coy smile as she did so. She may be a virgin, but she was learning to embrace her sexuality in this weird, private setting pretty quickly. On the other hand, it seemed she wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of her throat. You'd have to settle for her inexperienced- but wonderfully moist and gentle- tongue instead.

No sooner had you started to enjoy it then you felt yourself reaching your limits. You were still a virgin, after all! Practically unripe!

You released your load! Nobody could have expected what would happen next... What came out from the tip of your surging, thick vine was...!