Pumpkin Carving Shifter Style

“Holy shit that is very life like.” Aaron stared at his roommate and gulped. The three dimensional carving left little to the imagination.

Dugal smiled, overly pleased with himself. He’d worked hard for three days getting each of her proportions right. Her bust filled the string bikini top to almost over flowing. Along her hips lay the partly tied strings keeping her bottom from falling and exposing her ripe womanly charms.

“Dude, where the fuck---“Aaron stopped and reached out toward the elaborately carved pumpkin.

“Keep your hands off.” Dugal grabbed Aaron’s hand. “No one touches my lady.”

“Your lady?” Aaron snickered and snorted.

Tory nudged Sally. “You’d think they’d found the real thing.”

Sally grinned and winked. “There is a life like quality to her. But you know art is in the beholder’s eye. All I see is one hell of mess once that thing begins to rot.”

Tory clapped her hand over her mouth trying to hold back her laughter. “Now Sally just because Josh and Anthony put you in charge of this year’s pumpkin carving contest doesn’t mean you get to cast a vote.”

“Oh I could care less who wins. It’s the cleanup that is the pain. Kent has cooked, roasted and backed enough pumpkin that he swears we will never get rid of the smell in the kitchen.”

“It seems this year we have more carvers than before. Who’d thought playing soccer with the left over pumpkins would be such a hit.” Tory shook her head.

“Soccer?” Sally leaned closer. “What animal decided this one?’

“Several,” a male voice offered from behind Sally and Tory.

Kent moved behind the bar as he closed the kitchen door. “I use to like pumpkin. Gods and Goddesses save me from a group of sport crazed shifters who decided to play keep away with the entries.”

Sally nodded. “I found the left overs in the park across the street. The brawl broke out around two am as the full moon rose. Seems someone decided that American football vs. European football, aka soccer needed defending. Without the real balls to play with---well you can imagine what they decided to use instead.”

Kent shrugged. “I know that next year, Josh is going to have to come up with a better way to keep things in check. We got our only entry and winner. The naked lady pumpkin.”

Aaron smiled and punched his roommate in the arm. “See I told ya she’d win.”

Dugal just nodded and grinned. He was too busy remembering the view he’d seen last summer down on the clothing optional beach.