Something about the glass pumpkin spoke to her. Of the many dozens of glass pumpkins offered at the on-line charity exhibition, this one, it seemed to Jamie, was special, though exactly how she wasn’t sure. She knew only that she had to have it.

The package arrived the very next day, and Jamie opened it immediately. She peeled away the protective wrapping to reveal first the stem, then, lifting her purchase from the box, the whole of it.

The weight of it was just right, more than a cat, less than a child. The surface felt like glass, yes, but unlike any glass Jamie had ever felt before. It exuded a mild, comforting warmth. Jamie admired the pumpkin as she held it, then clasped it to her tummy.

At that contact, Jamie felt a tremble deep within her, and, fearful she might drop it, she quickly but carefully lowered the pumpkin to the floor.

Tentatively, Jamie let her fingers brush the pumpkin’s stem. The glass cylinder seemed to lift and fatten, getting bigger as Jamie continued the caress. Then, from a scant indentation at the tip of the stem, a silky fluid pooled out and seeped down.

Jamie couldn’t help herself. She crouched over the pumpkin, then carefully lowered herself until the fattened stem eased into her welcoming cunt. A long low moan escaped Jamie’s lips. She held herself still. The swollen stem pulsed, almost as if breathing, and with each breath pressed the nub of Jamie’s clitoris. The pumpkin breathed faster, deeper, and silky fluid pulsed and pumped Jamie’s cervix.

“Oh fuck!” Jamie sang out. The force of Jamie’s orgasm shattered the air.

Pumpkin melted.

Pumpkin Kittens

After mopping the sticky remains of her glass pumpkin, Jamie returned to the website. She needed another one. She needed another one right now. She paged to her pumpkin, only to find it was out of stock.

Jamie slumped. “Fuck,” she mouthed. Idly she scrolled through the glass pumpkin offerings. Nothing appealed to her. Until ... Clear glass. And two kitties nestled together. Fast asleep. Jamie placed the order.

Unpacked, the kittens in the glass pumpkin continued to snooze. Jamie watched the barely perceptible motions of their tender bodies. She listened to the soft purr of their sleep. Such cuties! Jamie, cradling the pumpkin in her lap, dabbed a finger against the clear glass. As if shocked, the cats leapt. They crashed together, separated, and crashed together again. Attempting to soothe them, Jamie pressed her palms about the globe. The cats calmed. They looked at her. Meow, said one. Meow, said the other. Then they looked at each other. And crashed together again. This time they didn’t separate. Locked in an embrace, they fucked. Jamie heard the slippery sound of cat cock in cat cunt. The breathy sigh of cat sex.

At last they coaxed each other into orgasm. Then, sated, they slept.

Jamie set the pumpkin with the sleeping kittens on the shelf, touched her cum-moist finger to the glass, and went to the kitchen for a snack.