A Witch, A Pumpkin, and a Knight by ImoutoCommissions

    Chapter 1

Autumn has always been one of Ema's favorite seasons, and the witch 
enjoys spending her time searching the woods for the supplies she needs, 
usually. She is small for her age, even factoring in the slowed rate at 
which her kind age, and could easily be mistaken for a child at times, 
though she doesn't mind. Naturally, she can use her cuteness to her 
advantage, if she needs to.

With Samhain quickly approaching, and winter on the horizon after that, 
she has a lot of gathering to do, so she has spent a lot of time out in 
the woods. For a little while now, she's felt the pressing need to empty 
her bladder, but she has done her best to ignore it. It will waste too 
much time to return to the hut she lives in to take care of that, so she 
would prefer to get everything done in one go. And, of course, if she 
were to squat near a tree, the scent of her pee would attract monsters, 
which she has done well to ward off for the bulk of the afternoon and 
evening.

So her need has to be ignored for the time being, at least until she has 
finished getting everything that she needs for now. Though she is able 
to mostly put it out of her mind, that doesn't stop the pressure from 
growing, and simply ignoring it isn't enough to make it go away. Her 
bladder is always nagging at the back of her mind, until she pushes it 
away again, trying to focus only on the task at hand.

Perhaps a downside to her small size is that her bladder is rather small 
as well, and she doesn't know of any sort of magic that can make up for 
what she lacks in that department, meaning that she often has to attend 
to it more than is convenient. Today, she has neglected it for quite 
some time, but she wants to cover as much ground as she can before the 
sun sets, making the forest a bit too dangerous for her liking. The 
monsters become far more active at night, after all, and she doesn't 
want to expend too much magic trying to ward them off, just to be able 
to continue gathering supplies at night.

As it is, even going at her current pace, she isn't able to finish what 
she needs in one go. The sun begins to set, and not a moment too soon. 
Though she is frustrated that she will have to finish up tomorrow, her 
bladder is so full now that she feels as though she could burst at any 
moment. At the very least, she will be able to relieve herself soon, as 
long as she can actually get back to her hut safely.

She uses her magic staff to cast a weak light to help guide her home, as 
the forest quickly grows dark. It only becomes more dangerous at night, 
so she has to hurry, despite the strain it puts on her bladder. What's 
worse, she has to put forth more effort into warding any monsters that 
might come near her off, fighting them from a distance if they get too 
close. Any human would be terrified to face off against this, but for 
her, it is mostly mundane work, that she has grown very used to.

Some of these monsters have magic-based attacks as well, and those are a 
bit more difficult to deal with. They can hit her from a distance, 
sometimes before she can ward it off, and one attack that hits her 
proves to be detrimental to her situation. The spell that hits her is 
weak, but comes with a strong diuretic side effect that hits her like a 
direct punch to her overfull bladder. She reacts quickly to ward off the 
monster, and just in the nick of time.

To avoid wetting herself, she has no choice but to hike up her robes and 
squat right there, as her bladder empties itself. Her urine comes out in 
a powerful torrent, and she lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Not only is 
the stream so strong, but it goes on for so long, the effects of the 
monster's strike having made her need that much worse. She nearly 
worries that it will never stop, but finally, after nearly a full 
minute, her stream begins to trickle to a stop, and she sighs again as 
she finally finishes up.

Now, she has put herself in even more damage, not that she had a choice. 
She was going to pee whether she wanted to or not, and whether she wet 
herself or avoided damaging her clothing, the scent of her pee would 
have attracted more monsters to her either way. Just as she is about to 
get her clothing back in place, she is upended, a vine wrapping around 
her ankle and yanking her back, before slinging her into the air.

She has no choice to react or to attempt to fight the creature off, left 
dangling and defenseless as she assesses the situation and follows the 
vine to the source of her attacker. A giant pumpkin monster with several 
vines is holding her, and she looks at it's gaping mouth, fearing that 
she will soon be dropped inside. However, that does not appear to be the 
monster's goal.

Instead, she is dowsed in a powder that, not long after she's inhaled 
it, begins to take effect, just in time for the monster to begin rubbing 
its vines over her body. Now, she understands what's going on; the 
powder must of have an aphrodisiac, and her body begins to give in to 
arousal as her small breasts are fondled by the vines, and there is a 
wetness between her legs beyond the remnants of urine.

One vine wraps between her legs, rubbing over her pussy but not pushing 
inside of her, and she begins to squirm, trying to fight against the 
growing pleasure. She knows that her arousal is only because of the 
powder, and is still very full of fear as the monster molests her. What 
has her the most terrified is the thick, woody protrusion towards the 
base of the pumpkin, one that is undeniably phallic in shape.

Her mind races as she tries to come up with a way to fight the monsters 
of, but the vines offer her no leeway, and her thoughts grow cloudier 
and cloudier as her arousal grows out of control. She doesn't want to 
lose her virginity to any monster, least of all one with a member of 
that size, that will surely tear her apart.

But what else can she do? It seems that she is completely powerless, and 
that all she can do is accept her fate, until suddenly...the vines 
holding her begin to snap, falling apart until there is nothing holding 
her. Screaming, she begins to fall, now searching for a way to soften 
her landing, only to find that she has nothing to worry about.

She lands safely in the arms of a stranger.

    Chapter 2

It all happens so fast that she can barely register what is happening. 
At first, she is so swept up in her panic, with the only thing breaking 
through that panic being the pleasure that she doesn't want. The 
aphrodisiac is so powerful that it doesn't matter how unwilling she is, 
she can't fight off the feeling as it threatens to overtake her. The 
feeling of vines crawling all over her skin might have been repulsive to 
her before, especially because the vines belong to a horrific monster, 
but now it's unbearably arousing, torturing her and leaving both 
screaming and moaning.

In the end, her terror wins out, but only barely, and her desire to 
preserve her virginity is strong enough to keep her from completely 
giving in, and she plans to fight it until the end, even if there's 
nothing she can do while being held so tight, without her staff and with 
her magic so drained that she can't do anything without a proper 
conduit. If she loses here, she will not go down so easily, and she 
struggles and screams and fights her own pleasure, and it is just when 
things seem the most hopeless that the stranger rescues her.

She is stunned for a moment, before looking up at her savior. He is 
holding her close, clad in armor, and a sword in one hand, which must 
have been what he used to cut her free. His shield was discarded to the 
ground when he caught her, and he looks down at her to ask, "Are you 
alright, little girl?"

"I-I...I'm no little girl!" is all she can think to say, before 
realizing that this doesn't answer his question. "But...I'm fine, for 
now!" The monster has gotten over being stunned by the sudden attack, 
and has begun lashing out with vines again.

"Then allow me to..." He sits her down on shaking legs, and her face 
turns red as she realizes her clothes are still out of place. She 
hurriedly fixes her robes, while her savior, the knight, picks up his 
shield and draws his blade, lunging to attack the pumpkin monster again. 
Ema can only stand back and watch, fidgeting a bit as she does.

Unfortunately for her, the effects of the powder has not worn off at 
all, and she is still incredibly turned on. She can't help but admire 
the man who's rescued her as he fights off the monster. He is tall, much 
taller than her, with a strong build and broad shoulders. She felt tiny 
in his arms, for sure, but she feels even smaller now as she watches him 
do battle with the monster, showing off his strength and skill. The 
knights truly are well-trained these days, she thinks to herself, 
fidgeting as she watches him.

She has gone so long without taking on any sort of partner, preferring 
isolation to tangling her life with another, but she's in quite the mood 
now, and he seems handsome enough, and it is hard not to be attracted to 
the strength of someone who's rescued her from such a dire fate. Is it 
not fitting to give him a reward equal to that which he has saved? It's 
her increased libido talking, she knows, but at the same time, it makes 
perfect sense to her.

He makes quick work of the creature, triumphing over the pumpkin monster 
in no time at all, while she admires him from the sidelines. He then 
returns to her side to check on her, asking, "Are you sure you're 
alright?" She can't help but notice that he's blushing and struggling to 
look directly at her, probably recalling the position he found her in. 
She wonders if he is only embarrassed because he caught her in such a 
compromising situation, and that would embarrass anyone, or if he might 
have liked what he got to see of her, and rather guiltily enjoyed the 
sight.

"I am quite fine now," she replies. "Thanks to you, my good knight. 
Now...I would like to repay you for helping me, with a reward."

"You don't have to do that. I was only doing what any gentleman would 
do, of course!"

"A witch always repays good deeds," she insists.

"Now, now, I doubt someone as young and cute as you could be a witch," 
he chides her, and, to prove her status, she raises her staff, igniting 
the pumpkin's remains into a blaze.

"Ah, I...well, I suppose I misjudged you," he says awkwardly.

"Either way, it doesn't change my offer. If you would, my hut isn't too 
far from here, and if you follow me there, then I can reward you 
properly."

She watches him debate it, likely sizing her up and wondering if he 
could fight her off if it turned out to be a trick, but he decides to 
trust her in the end. And so he follows her home, and once she has the 
door closed behind her, she makes her intentions very clear. "I would 
like for you to join me for a bath," she says, watching the surprise in 
his face.

"You...would want me to...?"

"I would like to offer you that which you've saved," she says. "But 
first, please join me for a bath." In the end, he doesn't debate this 
for long before giving in, but she supposes she shouldn't be surprised. 
Mortal men have always been weak to female charms, not that this is 
something she's ever had a chance to see for herself.

They strip down together in front of her tub, and as soon as she has him 
naked, she wastes no time getting to what she's after. He's so large 
that it's both impressive and intimidating, and she's glad that she 
doesn't have to worry about that, as she takes him in hand and begins to 
stroke the length.

He finds that he can't resist her touch, moaning as he begins to grow 
hard in her hand, his size becoming all the more intimidating as a 
result. Still, she isn't worried, and when she has him to a full 
erection, she asks, "Would you like to do a little more?"

"You couldn't mean...?"

"Don't you want to put it in me?"

"I couldn't...I couldn't take advantage of someone so young," he says, 
conveniently ignoring everything they've done so far.

"Foolish...haven't you figured out by now that I'm much older than I 
look?" she asks, shaking her head.

"Then how old are you?" he asks in turn, and she shakes her head.

"It's rude to ask a lady such a question," she says. "Old enough will 
have to suffice for now. So, if you'd like to move forward, I'll have to 
do a little bit of magic."

"Magic?" he asks. "Magic for what?"

    Chapter 3

"You can see the difference between us, can't you?" she asks. "I'm quite 
a bit...smaller than you, and you're rather...well-endowed." She blushes 
as she says it aloud, but she could think of no other way to say it, and 
decided it was best to get straight to the point. "I've never done 
anything like this before."

"And you'd want to do something like that with me? For the first time?" 
he asks, stunned.

"There are reasons you could not possibly understand," she lies, not 
wanting to admit that she's just so horny from the aphrodisiac that she 
couldn't care less who she loses her virginity to, so long as their form 
is similar enough to hers. A mortal knight will do the job just fine. 
"With my magic, I can even the playing field a little bit, so that we 
can make love without you hurting me, even with our size difference."

"Are you going to...shrink it?" he asks, as realization dawns on him.

"That I am," she replies. "If you would allow it." He seems to consider 
it for a moment, but he doesn't think for long before he nods, 
consenting, and just like that, she mutters an incantation, and his 
member begins to shrink before her eyes.

"It doesn't feel very different," he admits.

"Good, then there won't be any trouble," she replies. She backs up 
against the wall and he follows her, holding her up so that he can press 
the tip of his cock against her. At his current size, and with how 
aroused she is, she doesn't require any preparation for him to begin to 
push inside of her, and she moans as he fills her. It could still be her 
unnaturally horny state speaking, but once he is buried inside of her, 
she has to ask herself why she's denied herself this pleasure for so 
long.

It feels so good to have someone inside her, and when he makes sure that 
she's ready for more and begins to thrust into her, she's so overwhelmed 
with pleasure that she can't help but cry out in pleasure, over and over 
again as he goes. He finds a steady rhythm that they both enjoy, 
grunting with each thrust into her, holding her steady as he bounces her 
against the wall.

She has never felt anything so amazing in all her life, and she is 
incredibly glad that this was not wasted on the pumpkin. Whether or not 
she really would have chosen a strange knight is irrelevant in 
comparison,

She isn't sure how much prior experience he has, nor can she really 
speak from her own experience, but he seems to know what he's doing, at 
least well enough to overwhelm her with pleasure, each thrust pushing 
her closer and closer to the edge. At the very least, she knows when she 
is getting close, and how that feels for her, even if she has never 
experienced it with another person before. His breath is growing shallow 
now, and his movements more and more erratic, and she thinks that he 
must be close as well.

Even better, for them to be able to experience this at the same time. 
Her moans grow louder and less restrained, until she is truly shameless 
with her cries, nearing her orgasm quickly. And then, just like that, 
she's there with a sharp cry, the pulse of her climax sending shocks of 
pleasure throughout her entire body. He comes at the same time, his seed 
spilling into her, and that is the last thing she's aware of before her 
pleasure suddenly gives way to a harsh pain.

In the throes of pleasure, she lost control of her magic, and her hold 
on the spell was broken.

His cock grows within her, to his full size in no time at all, leaving 
her screaming out in surprise and pain. He goes from a perfect and 
comfortable fit to far too big for the former virgin, and it is all she 
can to even urge him to pull out of her.

Quickly, the knight complies, but has to slow down with that as well, 
just to make sure that he does not hurt her any worse. He holds her 
while she tries to recover, struggling to catch her breath after the 
surprise. Eventually, however, she is able to ask him to take her to her 
bedroom, which he does.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you," he says, probably the third or fourth 
time he's apologized since he first realized what was happening.

"It is my fault," she replies. "I couldn't maintain control, I should 
have thought about that sooner."

"Still, I feel as though I have some part in it," he mumbles, still 
clearly feeling guilty.

"If you would like to make it up to me, you can help me apply some 
healing salve," she says, and he is quick to agree. As she lays back and 
he slicks his fingers, gently pressing them inside of her to evenly 
apply the salve, her pain begins to fade, and, as it does, pleasure 
begins to take over her once again. With his fingers buried inside of 
her, it is hard not to enjoy it, and before long, he realizes exactly 
what it is he's doing to her, and fingers until she is gasping and 
moaning for more.

"You want me to finish you like this, right?" he asks. "We can't 
do...that again, I know."

"I don't see why not," she replies. "We've already been through the 
worst of it, and as it is, I think I'll be able to adjust to it, if we 
just take it slowly. The problem before was it was all at once, but I'm 
not a delicate virgin anymore."

He doesn't take much convincing and, with her bent over the bed, he 
presses the tip of his cock against her, and very slowly begins to 
penetrate her. The salve doubles as a lubricant, which also makes the 
process easier, and though it takes him some time to fit inside of her, 
eventually, he is as buried inside of her as he can manage. She takes a 
moment to steady her breathing and get used to the size of him, while he 
is driven mad by the tight fit, desperate to come again.

As soon as she is able to handle it, he begins thrusting into her, and 
the more he does, the more she wants, quickly growing used to it until 
he has taken on a frantic rhythm, driving into her and leaving her 
screaming. When she grows tight around him, nearing her second climax, 
he knows that he cannot hold out any longer, and the two of them reach a 
mutual orgasm again, him filling her as she cries out for him.

This time, it takes her much longer to recover, and as she does, he 
holds her close to him, not sure what to do now. When she finally 
catches her breath enough to speak, she invites him to spend the night 
with her, claiming that it is much too dangerous for anyone to wander 
alone at night, even an accomplished knight like him. He is more than 
happy to accept her invitation, and the two quickly fall asleep 
together.