Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin –

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THE PUMPKIN PATCH

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Damian has Zee come over to admire his gardening habit and a ton of pumpkins are the reason for his boast. Dick wanders into the patch yet didn't realize that Zee had left behind a special charm she'd dropped…that was able to bring the pumpkins to life! It is plant smut. I'm not unfamiliar but a bit rusty so go for it we shall for Halloween! It's more fluff than smut but also underage romance and incest not sex though. Just read it and find out!!

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"Master Damian!!"

The boy bounded out as a ninja to the woods, his boots tapping the ground upon that fall day while Pennyworth tapped his foot impatiently at the weeds disrupting in overall day and now, one half of it taken over by gnarled vines.

"This is too much for the gardener. You were the one to have planted this last season, no one else?"

The boy stood beside the elder and nodded, triumph in his unmasked eyes at his unimaginable yield. "My classmates all praised my willingness to proceed. I'll be handing out my bounty to my school mates this week once they are collected and ready for carving."

"Look at that." Alfred was quite pleased by how enamored with the idea the youngest Wayne was. Carving a pumpkin… he had a smashing idea as soon as Damian's phone rang at his hip. "Zatanna is coming over to help weed out this plot." He pointed to one that wasn't quite there like the others. The butler however thought the idea a splendid one as Dami bounded over to his tools and started just before Zee had arrived through a magic portal.

"That does however remind me….is Master Dick not stopping by this week for a visit, Master Damian?" How he'd hinted while Damian turned redder than the earlier seasons roses by the hedge he'd marked as his perfect cultivar. " Y – yes. He….he can always help!" Dami bobbed his head. "Of, course! Grayson's longer adult arms will come in handy for reaching tougher areas of my patch…" He tugged his collar while Zatanna giggled, not realizing her wand had sprinkled a bit of fun by a careless mistake of a novice magician girl.

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Dick's cycle pulled up to the front of the manor as he tugged off his helmet and shoo his dark hair free of added perspiration from the trip over. "I needed to get away. Bet Alf is making his famous pie again this year for the holidays. What did he mean by we have enough…" Dick puzzled over the memo and parked in the side garage before heading into his childhood home on a hilltop overlooking Gotham City.

"You've arrived, in gear." The one to greet the hero wasn't Bruce. Dick looked over to the right, then the left before Dami cleared his throat, feeling ignored by his….second favorite brother to tease.

Besides Todd, who was not coming over to help. The prick.

"You can change upstairs, then you'll follow me to the garden."

"Dami, are you here all by yourself –

"Alfred is preparing lunch." The boy fidgeted with his collar and tried to hide his emotions, red face and all around the prettiest boy wonder. How that made it look like HE was a stalker! ….

"Come, I'll see you out back. We don't have much time."

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The man gasped at the great pumpkin's brothers and holy sister Mary!?

"You grew all of these?? Dami, that is incredible!" Dick was grinning and Dami couldn't hide his boastful pride. "Yes, well. I was not unfamiliar with the agricultural practices of those before in my home country….the roses were my first endevour and the pumpkins sprouted by sheer coincidence so, I naturally looked into the species and believe them to be headstrong and stead fast. I allowed them to prosper for being like, well. A warrior race as my grandfather's."

"You're the only kid I know who could turn a pumpin or flower on a bush into a metaphor for hope and inner strength. I think it's amazing how you just let them grow so….big and full!"

"Yes, it is almost worthy of an award! I'm going to bring these lovely gourds to my classmates for a school dance…I've already chosen who will be there when I do."

"Aww...you did –

Dick smirked and dragged an arm to pull Dami in for a hug. "You are such a cute kid, and I'm sure your special someone is going to love whatever you bring them! So, what is my job? Alf said in the letter that we'd be working hard before the harvest season ends."

"Yes, before these fruits wither from the inside." Dami sighed disparagingly, his head falling to the one pumpkin that might have been the runt of his large litter. "Poor guy….did you give it enough feed while it was growing?"

"I, do not know. Every one of them received the measured dose of emulsion and…." Dami kicked the dirt, pointing to the runt as if he were talking to his inner fears taken shape.

"You've made a mockery of my hard work! I'll give you until this last week to grow as big as your siblings, or else I won't use you in the pie Alfred intends to have us feast on. That is a great honor, and you are…are…"

"A bit soft, maybe it needs some drying out in the soil." Dick moved to the stuff and scooped up a little to let it clump in his hands. Dami gave a nod and got out some solution to fix the problem right away, and in a few moments the whole thing just…..

"Dami? You ok?"

Too close, his head was hurting and heart beating loudly. Dick blinked while Dami accidentally nodded right to his side, head butting the other boy wonder so hard that he fell into the soil with a cry from the younger. "Grayson! Don…..I'll get help. Don't wake up before I fix this!" (Dami is a crushing tsundere in this, to be clear.)

It was a few moments as the magic of daylight started to wane, Alfred actually back with some chickens in the coop further out. Dami was too busy searching rooms upstairs, his heart pounding as he poured himself a glass of water. Meanwhile….

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Dick groaned, his chest feeling sticky and brushed with earth. Did he….

He pushed himself up by his elbows to blink further back into the real world as the vines seemed to be…moving, over his chest and legs.

"Oh, no…not –

The pumpkins were still on the ground, yet their tendril vines had fingers that looked for things to grasp and clutch, and touch.

Dick grimaced at the scene and thought for sure he was hallucinating in the wrong place, yet this had to be a feeling that didn't feel like a dream as the vines slithered to pull his arms up, his leg spread as he began to gather feeling again in what was about to occur. "Hands off the –

"Huh?"

The one pumpkin in front had a jack – o – lanturn face and was….cackling. He was out of it, as the adult fought to not be devoured by a sea of twisting, pricking vines and needle – point sharp leaves. "Ow! That hurts! Cut it –

The vines moved quickly to twine round and dove halfway behind to slip between the loop of Dick's belt, thrashing the leather as it was removed and left slick with seeds from the innards of the baby pumpkin. The one he'd trashed in the fall.

"I…I'm sorry! Whatever you want, I can help grow –

~NAY.~

Dick gawked and looked down. The face of the Jack – o - pumpkin was…talking to him?

"You….you can speak?? Why? You're not –

~You killed one of our youngest kin! You are to be punished as we SMASH your innards with what my brother and sisters have too felt. Humans kill and cook us, they carve our faces for their pleasure and make a mockery of our race –

(Dick is a goof and a glutton in the comics sometimes.)

"But….but…you are…. delicious!" Dick protested, practically watching Alfred's famous pies dance away from his drooling lips. "We HAVE to eat you or you'll just turn to rot in the ground. Aren't you happy to have something else to do? I mean, humans are jerks, I hear you." Dick gabbed on, getting the jack o – boss's attention. "But you'd feed squirrels that poop out your seeds, while we? We make you into art worthy of being called legendary. Ichabod Crane –

~More massacres of our kind made into a myth to appease you humans. ~ Sniffed the pumpkin king.

"Ah, what about All Hallows, Samhain and pumpkin lanterns with your symbol to drive away misfortune and to show the dead a way home? Pumpkin lattes? The Lacy's day parade….the Great Pumpkin????" He panted, feeling crushed by the largest vine round his spine and waist. It was hungry, holy pop corn balls…

He was the main course!

~The barbaric works of those who cannot sense what the darkness provides for them. So be it! You shall taste my venom in other ways for your impudence, human! Prepare yourself, for we are about to make YOU more than just a myth!! ~

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Dami heard a scream from outside and ran until his feet got sore up the walk. "Grayson! Don't move!"

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In the nightmare patch – world…

"Get that thing away from me! It's gunky and –

~ Aha! You piggy of a human swine, you called my kind priceless to your table….yet now you reject becoming on with the vine?? Gauge him open!! ~

Dick would have vomited of his mouth hadn't been split open to swallow what looked to be a wet and tender green vine, a few fingers in width as he tossed back his head while it got comfortable. ~ The sap of our kind is not much, but you are our prisoner. We won't bother preparing you for this punishment you deserve, pumpkin loving whore! ~

Dick felt the tickle as the vine didn't keep soft, it trickled a strange light green gel, almost as thick as aloe or mucus. Dick didn't know how to dislodge it while the other vines got used to feeling his wrists and pinching them together, legs moved to allow a larger vine with those harsh fingers to tease his hole as they ignored pleasuring him first. Could you put a comb up your ass without the friction making you itch and buck? Dick didn't believe it, even when the gushing sap left his hole to tingle, the cool gel making him hard as more pumpkins had started to point and join in while hooting or laughing at the strung up prize to their new home.

~ He's good enough to eat…let's dig in! ~

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Right now, Damian was furious. Yet again! Again, he'd shown his incompetent side to the jock of the Titans and his own team, the Bat Family. How would Pennyworth or the boy's father see the future bat heir if he kept literally "butting heads" with the competition???

Another scream had him stumble, grunting through the gates to the farther walk into the direction of he hen house –

~ HEELP ! ~

Dami had given up as he turned on his heels and puffed out with a growing dread in his veins. "Grayson!! I'm coming!!!"

Alfred cocked his head up from not far off, an egg under the roost of the fattest hen he'd made sure to monitor for a few months. "Gertie? Will this be ready for our trial surprise, mada –

"Oh, blast! That, and your feathers certain would ruin the dish, my dear. Well, I never." He let go of big bad Gertie as she clucked angrily for being fondled, the man barely an inch away from the perfectly laid egg she'd taken her time to sit on. How rude, indeed. For a man with cat paws, he was not keen on getting her goose without some praise it looked. Gertie tossed her head back and waddled on, food out and her beak pecking at something fresh instead of too tender to keep altogether. Meaty – flesh pies they all were... (White gloves, the animal is thinking.)

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Dick slobbered helplessly over the now even fatter tendril as his nose ran, the running drip stemming forth with the sap from the plant's supposed release as he suspected this would hurt.

First Mirage, then Tarantula, then …. Deathstroke?? Was he just a walking talking piece of ass??

~ I've made him as smooth and slick as the dew of a morning pine, sire. ~

The Pumpkin king turned to his court and for a second longer Dick KNEW.

Copyright. Copyright……this was a damned fairy tale gone awry!!

The suit it wore was vertical black and white. Yet the head was of a skeleton with big eyes and a wide mouth. Not of a pumpkin, yet it barked a laugh and took to its fingers, Dick cumming over the set of boney digits as he yelped by how they stuck and did not deflate like the vines in his mouth or the one coming for his ass as he reeled back and let it fill him deep. The king of macabre grinned and cackled to his new plaything, its face changing to one more serious as the vines turned their prey to dangle dangerously before the new king of their world.

~ I am Jack, the Pumpkin King of Halloween Land –

"N…. mmmm?"

~ You may speak, mortal. ~ The skeleton lord snapped his boney fingers and the vines retracted from the slippery fish's puckered lips. "Y... ou…...cough! Cough…. are just a franchise…. how?"

~ I came to life because you killed a member of our family, and now you must pay the price. With…maybe your flesh will do the trick? ~ Jack's head tilted to the side, kittenishly curious. Dick shook his head, the man's lips still pooling with that green slime he'd been fed, his cock erect for all to bare witness.

~ Give us one good reason why I should not tan you silly, mortal piglet. ~ Jack mocked the man's foodie lust habit as Dick sputtered out more plant cum. "I…Damian my little brother grew them, he didn't want to give up. I was there…. But we meant no harm to any –

~ Humans give and take and receive and have…tisk tisk. Maybe your "brother" is the one meant to be punished? Is that all you have to say, big brother... ~

"Big brother…"

~ BIG BROTHER!! ~

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Dick's world turned too bright for him to see as he fell back into the now smashed pumpkin by his own cranial intervention. Dami was up the walk, rushing to his knees as he ripped the elder man from his fairy tale slumber. "Why did you not call me sooner?? My pumpkin!" He gasped and saw that it was splattered onto the man's open top and unbuckled pants. They were not pulled off as in his dream, yet Dami growled and tugged his woozy brother up like some drunkard after his last fill up of the night.

"What did this?? You…you are covered in it, Grayson."

"Umg…. you wouldn't know, if I told you it…" Dick sat up. With layers of orange and many seeds on his shirt, he saw the younger boy clutching his ruined promise. "I should never have called it such cruel names…it was willing to break your fall…this pumpkin, is a hero. I won't let your sacrifice be in vain." Dami gasped and scooped up some dozens of seeds to collect them into a close by bucket, the film not a bother as Dick held back his desire to hurl inside a new dream. "No…no more pumpkin, for a while –

"Oh, dear!" Alfred made his way to the garden with what looked to be a tin of some sort in his hands. Dick's eyes immediately met the net love of his life. Besides Babs or Kori, or Donna…

"Is that…. Alf?!"

"You're much brighter and easier to talk to when tea time is permissible, Master Dick." The butler smiled warmly and pulled the lid up to reveal –

Dick went bleach white as the reveal was too much for his groaning stomach, still magically full of hallucinogenic - conjured plant cum.

"Is he unwell, Pennyworth?? Those are your famous kabocha pumpkin tartlets. You only make those on special occasions. Snap out of it, Richard!" Damian threw a hand out in front of Grayson as he passed out on the spot. "Grayson…." Dami let the body drop as Alfred rushed to calm both men before they spared and ruined even more bright orange gourds with their horseplay.

"You're, fired !"

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Dami turned into a "Trump mini" and the pumpkin king pulled his last trick. Zee found out that Dick later had been manhandled by horny gourds a – plenty and Bruce and the other bat family members never went back to eating pumpkin meals while Richard was still present. Also, copyright; so Halloween town was just changed to Land to be safe. And it's funny so…yup. Pumpkin king; one, Nightwing…. zero! Yay! Enjoy, more to come!