You'll provide Winnifred with a carrot, er, a pumpkin and stick

With only two minutes left and this being the first day of your growth, you couldn't say no! No... Not just as a pumpkin-head concerned with your own level. You were also a male- if a plant- who'd only ever had one opportunity to use his equivalent of a sensitive penis! Were you going to go to sleep without getting off one more time?! No longer pondering the answers to these questions, you told her to reach inside your straw, just below the lower front hem of your shirt!

"Fowl! Fowlest of fowl!" The poorly-spoken cleric made a face of utter disgust as she gingerly reached one hand into your straw, her fair skin in total contrast with the rough straw and gnarled vines beneath that made up your body. Still, there was one part of your body that was pretty nice, and she found it... the thick protrusion of a vine that formed your erection, now terribly throbbing at the situation you found yourself in. Her eyes lit up with recognition for just a half second, then immediately regained their look of disgust and terror. "It's... It's too large! I shan't possibly be able to...!"

You told her that you appreciated the sentiment, but you really needed her to hurry!

The cleric put on her scolding frown, although this time, it seemed to be coming from the player rather than the RP character. "Look, you're a nice guy, for a monster, but I need you to role-play being a bad guy a little or I can't get into it..." Her words came as a quiet hiss, as though she resented having to spell it out for you.

Oh boy... You'd never role-played anything in your life, unless you counted the time you'd pretended to be a ghost just now. But with just about a minute and a half left on the clock, you had to try to get what you could out of it. You cleared your non-existent throat, then issued a ghostly command in a voice so deep, Pike would probably have a good snort-laugh about it. Your words boomed in the enclosed space of your cave: "Nooow, cleric, make me cum as fast as you possibly can! Plant your slutty pussy right onto my big plant dick!"

"Needs some work..." The cleric hissed under her breath, seeming unappreciative of your efforts, but eager enough to be ordered around by a monster to comply. You'd been hoping she would use her vagina immediately, but this was one of the cases where her role-play personality was getting in the way. She took a kneel before your body and eyed your twitching vine with a sheepish look on her face, then grabbed it with one hand. "Please, be satisfied with just my throat, Pumpkin Lord... My faith will not allow you to claim my vegan womanhood..."

If anyone was vegan- or virgin- here, it was you! Impatiently, you began to slap at the rounded top of her blond hair, as if trying to grab a hold and hoist her onto the quivering plant-mass of your erection.

"Okay, okay, quit it!" Pouting, she pressed her lips around the tip, then, already slobbering around your latest acquired appendage. The feeling was glorious... Pike's gloved hand hadn't been bad, but her tongue had teased something more. It had been the tip of the iceberg. This was something closer to the real glacier: a delightful experience beginning with the softness of those plump, pink lips you'd noticed when she first arrived, then moving onto her swirling, slutty tongue, very unfit for a woman of the gods, before plunging into the moist vacuum of her throat. You wondered if she actually meant to engulf you as deeply as she was managing to, but she was doing all the work, really... There was the option of extending your tendril a bit, but if you did, you really might **** her! Instead, you left this one up to the deep-throating expert.

As the cleric knelt upon the floor of the cave, evidently, she'd found herself aroused enough to add a bit more to the mix; she pushed aside the front of her bikini bottom and began to massage the bead near the top of her slit with her fingers. Tiny droplets of moisture were spattering onto the dirt beneath her. Winnifred the White's eyes were squinted shut in a tense look of maidenly regret and mortification... it was quite a feat of acting, but none of the rest of her body language matched it. Her mouth was sucking you off with all of the **** of one compelled, but none of the actual manipulation, and her fingers in her own pussy really had nothing to do with you. Still, watching it was plenty stimulating for you, and soon enough, through the combination of the show and her lips' embrace, you found your swollen, cock-like plant organ begging for release.

The girl's eyes widened as she felt you shoot your stuff into her throat... for a certain extent of shooting. You'd noticed earlier that yours didn't really work like the average guy's... the stuff that came out had good volume and viscosity (plus, reportedly, it tasted quite nice), but the **** of the ejaculation wasn't much to write home about. All of that aside, the fact that she was working so hard to remain mortified, with tears streaming down her face and her lips quivering around the circumference of your penis, just told you that she was actually the opposite of sad. If she was unhappy, she'd whine about it; if she was pleased, she'd keep RPing to the best of her ability.

As she pulled herself away from the penis, however, you did start to get the sense that something was wrong. At first, you watched her open her mouth and display a gaping hole full of your dripping, honey-like sap; it certainly was an arousing sight for a pumpkin-head. You thought she was trying to demonstrate how fully she'd taken your load, and she was! However, as she continued to gulp, over and over again, then pressed her hands at her throat, you began to understand you may have made a mistake. Oh shoot... Your stuff really was too viscous! At this rate, she was going to **** to ****! The cleric's face had begun to turn from a cute red blush to the blue of airlessness, in stark contrast to the sexy scene you'd been enjoying moments earlier.

Once again, you were **** to rely on your Phantom Hands. This was the sort of maneuver that would have worked much better with more dexterity, but you did as well as you could, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her body against your scarecrow torso as though you were trying to put her in a backbreaker. It wasn't good enough! The hands just didn't have that much strength. You added the constriction of your vines and began to squeeze, wrapping them hard at the girl's ribs. You were probably squeezing air out more than anything...

For a moment, you thought you were about to get some player killing EXP, but finally, she managed to sputter up enough of the stuff onto your shirt to swallow the rest. Hopefully, you asked if your Pumpkin Missionary was feeling okay.

The blueness of her face gradually left, turning back into a healthy pink color. Still, she glared back at you with a lack of amusement. "We're not doing fellatio again."

You told her that you would practice and get better at it...

"Never again! I'm not sure if I can take that in my pussy ether... But... This thing with the vines is kind of nice..."

In a way, you'd taken her into a full-body hug. It was a bit awkward, but it felt very nice... The Phantom Hands couldn't get any sort of sensation, but your vines could, and right now, they were fully entwined around the curvy cleric's soft flesh. Her smiling face was coated with your plant sap as she nuzzled her head against your gross peasant's tunic.

"Thanks for playing along with me. And for trying to save me, I guess. You're a petty weird guy... I've never heard of a monster perform the Heimlich maneuver on a prayer before."

The what maneuver? Maybe that was another of her typos? She did seem to be making quite a lot of them. You asked: "Oh, is that a word for fellatio?"

"Ha ha... No, Stupid. Well? Did you get the EXP you wained?"

Gained 9 EXP for explicit interaction! Gained an additional 2 EXP for manipulation success!
System notice: EXP clock on non-combat interactions is now reset.
Gained 10 EXP for explicit interaction! Gained an additional 2 EXP for manipulation success!
Gained 10 EXP for rescuing a follower!
Gained 10 EXP for placating a follower's request!

Not too shabby; right now, you'd need about 237 to level up. You'd hoped you'd get more for various sexual interactions- and maybe you would- but it seemed that the world counted a handjob and a blowjob as about the same thing. Still, that didn't mean it wasn't worth having sex. Furthermore, it seemed that if your cultists asked you for sex, you'd get even more experience for it. You now had an excuse to be one of those shitty guys who asks the girl to beg for it!

Snuggling up with one of your cultists felt nice for a lot of reasons. Ignoring the book you'd left on the floor from the rough treatment a moment ago... and thanking the gods that it hadn't appeared inside Winnifred's throat... you asked the young cleric if she wanted to go again.

"That's pretty frisky of you." The cleric wore a teasing smile, evidently deciding to use her real self for a while instead of her RP version. "But no... I almost choked my avatar to ****. I think that's a good sign to stop for now."

Panicking, you asked if that meant she was going to leave... You'd gotten to used to having friends around!

"I was acutely thinking I might just sleep in here with you tonight. I don't set my character on auto-mine or anything when I go to bed, so I'll just put her on stay. That way, we can pick back up to marrow. I can't wait to see what other kind of cultist stuff you make me do..."

Her words were starting to power your vine back into action mode, but you kept it down with the **** of your will. You told her that sounded really nice, then stroked the back of her bikini with one of your tendrils as tenderly as a pumpkin-head can manage. She giggled again at the gesture. Without a harsh thought in your mind and hearing her exhausted characters sighs as she quickly fell into a slumber, you left her tied up in your vines and drifted off yourself into a peaceful sleep no pumpkin had ever before lived to experience...

... If only the night had remained so peaceful.

You felt as though your physical body must be tossing and turning, because the unusual experience of the first pumpkin dream visited you... and it was more like a nightmare. Pumpkin PTSD, really. In your dreams, Pike and Winnifred approached you with the same sexy smiles they'd used to set whatever the plant physiology version of a heart is pattering, then grabbed your arms from either side. They'd rubbed their erotic bikini bodies against you for just a moment, before squeezing and twisting at your arms. Then, they began to buffet your head with their fists. You'd seen skill-book after skill-book spill out of your body and onto the floor of your cave, while you begged them to stop, first with a joke in your voice, like "ha ha, you guys," then more seriously. The hits just kept coming, in spite of your pleas. You felt large- but finite and irrecoverable- pool of stamina beginning to wane.

Your new friends had forsaken you for those cursed tomes of yours!

You remembered the good times... You could ward them off with your Sphere of Fire or send them running with your Sphere of Fear, but you didn't want to do either! To do so would mean once again facing the world alone once again. You sobbed waxy pumpkin tears onto your shirt, dripping from your candle-lit eyes, as you were **** to reckon with a quandary that no pumpkin-head had ever faced before: the issue of betrayal!

You awoke with a shout, your voice booming around you in the morning-lit cave. For just a moment, you sighed in relief... but even outside of your dreams, all was not well. The evidence of that became immediately apparent...