Horseman Harvest

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This story is a work of fiction. Please do not republish on other platforms without my express permission.

Constructive criticism welcomed. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!

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Moonwitch felt the tingle down her spine as she lands on a roof top. She summons her powers and blinks before a trail of wispy dark smoke leads out of town.

"Moon light, moon bright... protect me here this very night."

A sparkle of silver light glows around her briefly before she leaps off to follow her lead.

For years, this day had been the bane for many supers. Someone or something was making them disappear to the point where taking the Halloween shift was considered almost a curse.

Moonwitch wasn't going to back down. In fact, she'd been looking forward to solving this mystery. Her black hair shimmers under the moon, who was her patroness. The fetid scent of evil would lead her to avenge her fellow heroes and she was more than eager to use her powers to do so.

She heard the sound of hooves before rounding the corner. In the clearing was a large horse and a rider who seemed to have lost his head.

Yet, without the body still sensed her presence as the torso turns. The horse raises it's front legs as it lets out a sharp cry.

There was no mistaking it, the source of villainy was just a few hundred feet away from her. Moonwitch could feel the incredible energy which washed over her like a wave.

It was so all encompassing she almost missed the presence behind her.

Settled on piles of square hays is a voluminous, bright orange pumpkin with a wide jagged smile.

"Hehehehe. You cheated us out of the hunt. The horse was looking forward to a bit of exercise."

She didn't know where to look as her brows furrow atop her domino mask."Who are you and what have you done with the other supers?"

"You can call me Crane."

"And him?" She jerks her thumb back at the body.

"The horse doesn't have a name."

Moonwitch scowls as the Crane raises a carved eyebrow. "Yeesh, not in the mood, eh? The last one was at least willing to play along."

"What did you do with him and the others?!?"

"Well, we played a game and they lost!"

The horse jumps and lands a few feet away from Moonwitch who summons her powers to her hands. Her breath stops for a second as the body pulls out a flaming pumpkin on the right hand and a golden chalice on the left.

Crane gives her a toothy grin. "In the spirit of Halloween, trick or treat!"

She looks at Crane then his body. There was no doubt which was which, yet Moonwitch was sure the pumpkin was trying with her, anticipating she chooses treat. So the answer was obvious.

"Enough games!" She fires off two lunar beams from her fists which slam into the body.

The torso recoil as it drops the two items. Orange liquid spills from the chalice and soaks the soil while the pumpkin rolls towards her. The mini vegetable then explodes sending her back.

"Aaack!"

Moonwitch was thankful her shield absorbed most of the blow. However, the headless rider seemed unharmed as the horse emerged from the smoke first.

Crane was wearing some sort of Revolutionary War era military uniform and produced a saber. She could almost see her reflection as it gleams in the night. Yet, the flash warns her of an impending charge.

"Hmph! If that is how you want it, then I am more than happy to oblige!"

The war horse snorts as a cloud of hot air is expelled  though it quickly dissipates as it gallops towards the heroine.

She inhales and places her left hand onto the ground as her foe approaches. A column of silver light erupts right as her foe besets her. The tining is just right and hits the steed face first as it is thrown into the air.

The torso flails in mid air as the pair is sent sprawling into the ground. Her feet shakes from the impact as Crane scowls behind her.

"Is that the best you've got?" She taunts him with a smirk. "The other heroes are strong but on this night, when the moon shows it's face..."

The silver around her grows as she levitates with the surge in power. "My true potential is unlocked!"

"I see."

The pumpkin head launches into the air and is caught by the torso which has quickly recovered. The horse rises as well with it's master reattaching his head. Suddenly a surge of energy erupts from the villain which threatens to suffocate Moonwitch. The fire in Crane's eyes grows by tenfold as he sits even taller on his mount.

"The moon may be your ally..." He starts then brandishes his saber which becomes coated in orange flames. "But this night is mine!"

Moonwitch produces a staff from her magic and the next second they clash as sparks fly.

"To think one as tiny and fragile as you could possess such a power!" Crane sneers as his gaze takes in her toned, slight form in black and purple latex. "However..."

He lets out a war cry and throws her back even further than the bomb did. "It is not enough!"

As she is in mid air, the horse seemingly teleports next to her as the saber gleams seconds before slamming her towards the ground. A wide crater forms as the heroine gasps.

The shield had saved her from the brunt of the force, yet the recoil still rang along her limbs. A direct confrontation was off the table for now. However, her opponent was relentless.

"Don't tell me you're done already!"

Crane's horse touches ground as he swings the saber. Moonwitch unleashes a torrent of magic which rockets her away and into the air.

"Bah! Running away? Pathetic!"

She didn't answer because her concentration was on the end of her staff. A ball of light grows to the size of a watermelon then she points it at her foe. Several beams of light fire off peppering Crane from above.

A huge dust kicks up from the barrage. Yet, any feeling of accomplishment was wiped away by the swing of his cloak. The horseman and his steed were unharmed!

Or so it would seem to the naked eye. However, Moonwitch could see that her lunatic magic was affecting his dark aura. In fact, it was piercing through it. Whether he knew it or not, the pumpkin was taking damage.

"Cone here, darling! I have a treat for you!"

The horse launches into the air, galloping towards her in a rage.   She was thankful for the ability to levitate because it allowed her the maneuver and evade the clumsy mount. It's size proved to be a deadweight as Moonwitch committed to a battle of attrition.

She could tell Crane was tiring and that was when her staff glowed at the end. Her spell was ready and the end transformed into a silver mallet.

The timing was perfect as the horse was making a sharp turn, making Crane a prime target.

"Huuuuuraaahhh! Gravity hammer!'

The face of the mallet makes a direct hit on the rider and mount. The force of the attack sends the two plummeting like a comet. A loud crash shakes the earth. Yet, the assault wasn't over.

Before Crane could take a breath, the secondary gravitational slams into them. This blow flattens the horse and the body as the pumpkin head goes flying into the air.

Moonwitch sees the furious look on the orange face as it opens it's mouth. What came out weren't words, but a gigantic inferno!

The heroine goes to dodge yet the explosive shockwave hits her as she careers to the ground.

An owl hoots blissfully, unaware of the potent chaos around it. The night regains an eerie silence as the headless body lies prone with the steed. Th black-clad super was on her back as she tried to will her body to move, yet it would not obey her.

A faint chuckle draws her to shift her head to left, seeing Crane's head as it rolls to her.

"I must admit you're pretty skilled. None of your colleagues has ever pushed me this far!" The head stops just a few feet away from her face. "But it's all over now..."

Moonwitch attempts to move her arms, but she realizes they are restrained by vines! Not only that but her feet and torso were tried up as well.

"Grrr, let me go!"

The bindings shouldn't have been an issue but they felt like reinforced steel as she pulled at them. Moonwitch blinks and uses her enhanced eyes to see the vines were draining her energy!

"You-!"

A heavy boot stomps right by her head. Crane gives her an impish look before his lower half picks up the pumpkin. Moonwitch could see the body had regenerated but it's aura was less menacing than before. She had forced her foe to expend a lot of energy. So much energy that the horse had disappeared.

"You know, after such a taxing fight." Crane produces the goblet again and swirls around the contents. "We should have a drink! I'll go first."

He takes a hearty swig and makes a show of smacking his lips. Up close, she could see under his torn uniform that his skin was made of vines. Though, that was the least of her worries at the moment.

The orange liquid trickles down and she turns her head to the side as it splatters over her cheek. She closed her mouth resolutely, but the smell was alluringly sweet with a hint of spice.

"Oh, how rude! Wasting a perfectly delicious brew! No matter! Your skills are admirable so I will give you a choice once again. Trick or treat?"

Moonwitch's clear, gray eyes widen as she spots the fist-like vine hovering over her stomach. But she wasn't done yet.

"Neither!"

Her staff, which was sticking out of the ground, fires a beam that strikes Crane in the back. For the second time, he spills the contents all over the ground. However, much of it hits Moonwitch's face and some of it enters through her nose.

Immediately her nasal cavities burn as a strong smell of cinnamon and something leathery invades her body. It wasn't bad after the initial taste, yet there was almost a void after.

Moonwitch struggles, knowing this must be some sort of ruse to get her to be compliant. This time the vines snap and she frees herself.

Meanwhile, Crane was stewing and slams the chalice onto the ground and produces his saber. It was noticeably less fiery, but the glint of the point reminded her of it's lethality.

"No use crying over spilled nectar, Crane."

The pumpkin was in no mood for jokes as his mouth opens at a disturbingly sharp angle. The sound that follows chills Moonwitch to the bone as he howls in rage.

"You have tried my patience, girl!"

He leads with the business end of his weapon. Luckily, the heroine had the mind to summon her staff to block it. His strength was still incredible as her arms shook to contain him, yet it didn't send her flying. That she could work with.

"What's the matter, Crane? Is this all you've got?" She taunts him as her pink lips curl into a smirk. "I thought the night was you ally? I can see your power dwindling, fiend!"

"Pah! My hunger cannot be sated by paltry human souls. I thought that those with more willpower would satisfy it..." Crane then shoves her as she recovers with a backflip. "But you... you are different! Radiating with power! I must have you!"

They skirmish is almost at a stalemate with Moonwitch doing the most physical damage. The cloak was in tatters while the uniform was mostly a patchwork of cloth on vine skin. The flames on his saber were now an ember and his swings felt sluggish.

Yet, Moonwitch was struggling with the growing thirst for more of that strange orange liquid. Every time she clashed, his scent would fill her senses. She could almost taste the liquid again. Heck, it was off-putting at first but something was rewiring her taste buds. Maybe another sip wouldn't be so bad...

Then she dry coughs.

Crane's demeanor changes as the edge of his mouth curls. He produces a small vial with the orange liquid which had suddenly seemed brighter, almost gold-like.

"I have something to soothe that dry throat."

Moonwitch feels her heart stop at the sight. Her mouth falls a few centimeters as she imagines just a drop in her tongue. She shakes her head and replies with labored breath, "No... keep that... away from me!"

"No, I insist!"

At this point, his saber is cracked and gives into the pressure, crumbling to dust. Yet, his attention was elsewhere. Her silvery shield flickers as he devotes his energy to the vines which bind the heroine.

It was a huge gamble as it left him open, yet seeing the way she was swearing and panting convinced him he was doing the right thing.

"Open up!"

Moonwitch knew it was wrong, but her body had a mind of it's own. Ironically, Crane's magic was making her feel like the headless corpse. Her own powers wavered for some strange reason and each attempt to tap into it was like trying to scrape from a dry well.

The first drop felt like an explosion of flavors. Moonwitch experienced the full spectrum of tastes that left her shaking until it was just sweetness that lingered.

It was like having a drink in the desert, gone too soon and not enough.

Crane tosses the empty vial to the side, pleased with the results. The heroine in front of him was a trembling mess. Her head was leaning back with her tongue hanging out in ecstasy.

He had figured it out. Their powers were somehow linked together. While her unique abilities could injure him like no other, his made her susceptible to his influence.

"Yes, this should do nicely... you'd do anything for more wouldn't you?"

Moonwitch nods even as her mind screams for her to stop.

Seeing her compliance, Crane chuckles darkly. "Good, very good! But instead of beating around the bush, why don't receive it from the source?"

It takes very little effort for him to discard the rags which used to be his pants. Even in her addled state, Moonwitch gasps at the sight of his long, viney cock.

The tip was dripping with orange liquid and was throbbing with life. Real or artificial, it was an impressive specimen that made the woman under the mask blush at a primal level.

"I have seen the thoughts of your colleagues." Crane croons lowly as he steps closer. "All that time spent for others and none for yourself. Why not indulge? I am willing to graciously provide and you seek nourishment."

"I..." Her resilience bleeds through briefly, gray eyes flashing and fists clenching.

Crane would not give her the opportunity to find a mental foothold. He shoves the tip between her pink lips and her defiance crumbles.

"Mmmm..."

Her head bobs rhythmically, taking more of his length as Crane leans his pumpkin head back with a satisfied groan.

It was a necessary indulgence for Crane as well. He had spent the night subjected to the tight latex which did little to hide her long legs and pert buttocks as she summersaulted and flipped around. Her breasts protruded from her lithe body every so enticingly, especially when she leapt into the air.

Crane could feel his height and limbs shrinking. He devoted his energy to preserving the most important appendage. He must have her now.

A loud tear pierces the air as Crane's fingers throw off her purple and black suit like it was nothing. His raging heat encourages efficiency as the heroine was naked save for her mask.

Her identity wasn't a concern. Her feminine body would suffice and she lets off a soft whine as he grips her soft hips.

Moonwitch's ribs expand as her body anticipates his entry with bated breath.

Crane looks upon his prize as if to memorialize her perky pink nipples, heaving breasts, concave stomach, and wide eyes.

The release was magical. He wondered if this was how she felt when she imbibed his essence. No, it was better. Of that he was certain. Her velvety walls encased him as he carves his mark into her.

"Kuuuhhh! Uuuhhhhh!"

She made a fine sheath for his prodigious rod. Her body was exceedingly accommodating as it houses every inch. Crane would have been impressed if not for the fact that the young woman was currently shivering.

"Huuuurrrg! C-c-cumm-cummiiiiiing!"

"Fragile human! You unravel so soon?!?"

However, as Crane absorbed her climax, he felt an incredible power fill his being.

"So much... vigor! From one measly release! I require more!"

The orgasm had a secondary effect of clearing her mind.

"You bastard! Take this... this thing out of me!"

"Hah! Such strong words when seconds ago you were purring like a cat!" Crane chuckles as he roughly grabs her breasts. "Your body is the most honest part of you!"

"You vile creature! Relying on concoctions to win your battles!"

"As if!" He glowers at her with a scoff. "It is fortuitous you are of sound mind so you may witness your defeat!"

Crane doesn't even move his hips. Instead, he leans over her and hot wax dribbles from his mouth onto her stomach. The taut planes quiver as she sharply gasps and squirms. His newly enhanced arms hold her in place as a trail is decorated along her chest and breasts.

Moonwitch groans and whimpers as the pain overwhelms her senses. It should have drowned out her arousal, but instead her nipples were as hard as diamonds. This didn't go unnoticed by her foe who sneers down at the helpless young woman.

"Submit!"

"N-never!"

"Then so be it!"

He allows a few drops to hit directly onto her hardened nub.

"Uuuugggh!"

Moonwitch arcs her back involuntarily as the fight and air is expelled from her lungs. The second wave was worse as her toes curl from the tingle along her spine.

"It is fitting that your body should rule over your head. I am your master now, girl!"

"I... ack! Will... ugh! Not... aaahh! No... nooooooo!"

The pain and pleasure become blurred and harmonize as her body sings again. Crane sees her eyes roll back and he knows he has won.

He had never felt so empowered by the rush of lunar magic in his veins. Hours were spent as he used the heroine to his heart's delight. Every carnal desire he had was willingly fulfilled by the dark-haired woman.

Each climax only made him stronger until his strength had eclipsed his former self. The new Crane was practically invincible!

Moonwitch was riding him as he had his hands behind his head, looking upon the bouncing woman with satisfaction.

Her breasts were bouncing hypnotically when she arches her back, orgasming for what had to be the tenth time that night.

Crane was musing on what he would do with the heroine as his pet when he felt his pulse stop. Suddenly, there was a glow on his chest then his arms and his legs.

"Wha-? What is going on?!?!"

Moonwitch had a weary smile as she looked down on him, her gray eyes glowing silver.

"You were too greedy, Crane."

"No, it can't be! You were supposed to-"

There was a bright flash of silver as the pumpkin and his body disintegrate.

"I choose trick."