Lucid Dreams and Waking Nightmares.

The hunting trip turned out to be a total bust. Completely draining them to the point where they thought they could sleep through an entire extermination. Loona's crimson eyes were redder than normal. As Blitzo remained eerily quiet by her side. That slippery bastard had gotten away.

"Will try again tomorrow night", Loona says.

Blitzo yawns. Feeling a shiver slide down his back, he blinked back the tears as he slowly mulled over taking a hot bath or not.

He was too tired.

"Goodnight, Loony-Toony"

"Night" she says.

It was late, and night had fallen over the ring of wrath. Everyone was asleep.

Everyone except for Blitzo, who was staring wide-eyed at the alarm clock, tick, tick, ticking away the hours.

Gritting his teeth, he lies in bed with one arm covering his eyes. Throwing off the cover, he sat up. "I can't wait to get back to the city," he thought. Starring out at the oval moon, listening to crickets.

He grips his head as a flash of a grimy, narrow alley invades his mind. Taking a step back, he lands on the bed.

"What the fuck was that?! "Blitzo gritted through his teeth.

The house seemed gloomier, more ominous. No lights were on, and all rooms were closed off.

Blitzo slipped out the back door as he crept down the stairs. As he made his way toward the old barn, he was jolted by another searing pain. As a familiar shadow fell upon him, Blitzo fell to his knees, clutching his head.

Struggling against the invisible source, he hears the eerie sound of a rattlesnake tail fizzing. A flash of white and gold and a low and vicious drawl sears through his mind, "I knew I'd find you eventually didn't think I'd let you get away, Blitzy."

The terrifying sound of a zipper being drawn grates on his ears as Blitzo is pressed against the wall. He falls to his knees as a vicious tail rises from behind him, knocking the wind from his lungs, seizing his body, keeping him in place. The sound of ominous laughter fills his ears as Striker steps between his legs. Unbuckling his belt, Striker chuckles, pressing Blitzo's face into his bulging crotch.

"The only one who is going to be doing the sucking Darlin' is you, I already told you."

Blitzo gags as his head was forcibly lowered onto Striker's thick cock. He choked on the girth of his heft as Striker slid in farther, his claws digging into Blitzo The boss imp shudders, feeling Striker vibrate. He tensed as the rancher thrust, clutching Blitzo's horns as he rode him, pushing Blitzo against the gritty wall and trapping his head with his thighs. Forcing the boss to swallow mouthful after mouthful.

Blitzo could feel the tears prick at the corners of his eyes. As his head bobbles up and down, clawing at Striker's sides

Blitzo's eyes snap open, his mouth dry and itchy, his stomach churns as he vomits in the tall grass.

He noticed a filthy bulb of light swinging from the rafters of the barn.

An icy chill shoots down his back as he notices another light flickering in the stable. Someone else was out there. In the dead of night, Blitzo didn't wait to find out who as he bolted towards the stables stumbling through the darkness

He crept up on Bombproof, who was in his stable chowing down on the raw innards of a hell hog.

He smiled fondly at the horse as he walked over to him, reaching out. The hell horse snorted ash in his face, nudging the red imp urging him to pet him.

A gloved hand reaches out from within the shadows. Pale fingers wrap around Blitzo's arm, turning him over and smashing him into the stable wall. The sharp snap of bombproofs' reins sends an uneasy shiver down Blitz's spine as Striker finally emerges from the formidable shadows.

His tail whips out to slap Blitzo across the face. but Blitzo had other ideas as he raises his arm, the whip coils around his arm. Striker throws Blitzo to the ground, as the scarlet imp bites down on the lasso-like appendage His tail snaps backward, spraying blood in the air and splattering blood on the floor.

A sadistic gleam of satisfaction is reflected in Blitzo's eyes as he looks upon Striker's surprised face., blood dripping from his mouth. The Former ranch hand wraps his tail around Blitzo's throat, dragging him- through and across the muddy terrain towards the vindictive cowboy.

Striker shoves him harshly into the stables, his tail coiling up Blitzo's leg, squeezing his thigh before slithering its way around his waist.

The red imp gasps, being hoisted up, then savagely slammed back down before being pinned to the wall.

Striker leans in his hot breath, hitting Blitzo's face as the Cowboy slides his knee up to Blitzo's crotch and massages his groin. Blitzo's breath catches as Striker bounces him on his knee. Buttons pop and fly off as Striker suckles on Blitzo's collarbone. His bloodstained tail is caressing his jawline. The snake imp's hand follows the curves of his back, his nails slicing into redskin, sliding his knee up and down, causing Blitzo to moan. Friction: Blitzo closes his eyes, panting as Striker's hand slips beneath his pants, squeezing his butt-cheek before a long finger slides in with one swift motion. Blitzo gasps as pressure is applied, Striker twists his finger. His heart races upon hearing Striker moan as he adds another digit.

Blitzo squirms, trying to break free, only to have him slide in further, pulling the red imp closer. Blitzo could hear the beat of his heart. Feel the bite of his teeth as Striker took him further, lapping the blood from his shoulder blade.

A welt appears on Blitzo's neck as Striker pauses, running a hand over the raised flesh, hearing Blitzo's breath hitch repeatedly. He snaps Bombproofs reins as Blitzo looks at him in fear.

Striker cracks the reins, the sound echoes in Blitzo's ears.

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A stream of pink light spills across the stage, blinding his eyes as Blitzo awakes center stage. The smell of alcohol and sex hung pungent in the air. Cages filled with scantly clad strippers weaved and bobbed in the musty lighting. Blitzo struggled but realized too fast that Bomb proof's reigns held him securely in place.

Blitzo groaned, his eyes focusing on Verosika and Striker. Verosika was wrapped around Striker's arm, twisting his straw-gold hair and popping her bubblegum. Striker's cowboy hat rested on his lap. He smiles at Blitzo.

"Fucking BITCH! And I'm not talking about the fucking tuna factory you got on your arm! I hope you enjoy a lifetime supply of crabs! Cowboy" Blitzo cackles. Striker chuckles darkly, removing his arm from Verosika.

Bout time you woke up, sugar cube, were just waiting on that master of yours," Striker growls. Slipping behind the boss imp and straddling his legs from behind, his hands slid across the small of Blitzo's back. As a sheen of cold sweat drips down Blitzo's spine, a long forked tongue licks up the droplets. He could feel Blitzo twitch and shudder, hearing his breath's soft panting as the other hand caresses his neck. The snake's bated breath glides across the assassin's exposed collarbone and down the Boss's open shirt.

Ugh! you smell like day-old fish! Blitzo complains, turning his head away.

Blitzo suddenly winces, grimacing as Striker's claws scrape across his horns, jerking his head down, trapping his mouth with his own. The Boss Imp screams into the kiss as Striker's tongue continues its slewing battle for dominance. Blitzo moans as Striker nips on his tongue, twisting his tongue like a cherry stem.

Neh! ugh! Blitzo stroked Striker's demanding tongue with his own sensual, knotted one. He was coaxing the snake imp to rise off his legs, grasping Blitzo's head tighter.

The assassin began to arise, the Cowboy presses the imp into the pole with his claws gripping the bar behind him. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating as Striker's tongue delved in, claiming every inch of his mouth.

Blitzo bit down as hard as he could, causing Striker to pull back with a livid scream- leaving a string of bloody saliva.

It serves you right!- Daddy Fucker! Blitzo cackles. The Outlaw wipes the blood from his mouth.

Striker melted into the shadows with a feral growl, spitting blood into Blitzo's face. His tail lasso's Blitzo's neck, slamming the imp to the floor.

The Cowboy straddles him, cracking his knuckles across Blitzo's face with enough force. The boss imp bounces on the floor. His hands are on his neck as Blitzo's tail coils around his wrist, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a bruise forming under his eye.

A forked tongue slides out through serrated teeth, hissing Blitzo's name- teeth scrape across flesh as he brings Blitzo to rest on his knees again, sliding Blitzo's pants down to his thighs- a clawed-pale hand caresses his chest popping off brass buttons.

Brass buttons flew off stage as a long pale tail slide up his pant leg and around his shaft. Blitzo could feel Striker's hardness press into his back as he hisses- his body was poised as a groan of pleasure escaped Blitzo's mouth before he stopped it.- The Boss imp struggles, thrashing around, trying to knock off the sadistic herder.

The more Blitzo struggled, the more brutal Striker became. He pushes more profoundly, his aching member throbbing within his pants. Blitzo bites into Striker's arm, his eyes shut, his aim to draw as much blood as he could.

Striker hisses, seething in place, gritting his teeth as his tail rattles. His claws dig into Blitzo's exposed thigh as he slowly unbuckles his pants. His mouth pressed up against Blitzo's neck as he impaled Blitzo from behind while sinking his teeth into his neck. He was rolling his hips, jarring Blitzo.

He grins into red flesh, rocking Blitzo back onto his hips. His mouth was contorted into a malicious smile, forcing Blitzo to keep up the pace. And it was at that exact moment who should appear, but the Goetic Prince himself, Stolas.

The Royal pain in the ass.

Stolas stood agape, watching as the sinister Rouge defiled his impish little playing- no, Blitzo was not a toy, but seeing the Cowboy use his imp in such a horrific way sent chills down his spine.

'RELEASE MY BLITZY! AT ONCE! OR SUFFER"! Demanded Stolas, his feathers-ruffling eyes glowing a demonic red it looks like you master has finely come to claim you, partner, do you want to show him who you truly belong to darlin," Striker purrs into his burning ear.

Blitzo's stomach churned with pain. He was on his hands and knees, trying to escape Striker.

"will you tell him- how sickened you are about your little arrangements? That you prefer someone with superior stamina to satisfy you.." growls Striker.

The thrusts became more profound, as if Striker wanted to prove a point. Blitzo clawed at the stage, searching Stolas's eyes, suddenly feeling dirty and ashamed.

He screams as pain tears through his body. He coils as Striker pulsating cock, throbs deep within his ass. Tears prick the side of his eyes as Striker picks up the momentum. He was twisting Blitzo's insides into liquid heat. Skin prickling with electricity.

A torturous build-up thrumming through his body, then the agonizing burst of release as Striker's seed fills him, twisting his insides.

He doesn't want to look into Stolas's eyes, afraid of what he might find. Blitzo could feel Striker's tail glide across his chest. Blitzo blinks back the tears, trying to find his voice. He swallows thickly as his head rests against Striker's chest. He could hear his rampant heartbeat.

Blitzo tries to form words- a sentence- but his tongue feels big in his mouth as fear and adrenaline sear through his body. Striker forces his blessed handgun into Blitzo's reluctant hand.

"Nighty- Night, sweet prince," growls Striker, cocking back the gun. Blitzo rams his elbow into Striker's sternum.

The Wrangler wheezes, letting Blitzo fall to the side. The Boss rolls away, crying out in pain as he tries to sit up.

He sees the wicked rogue rise on his feet, his menacing yellow eyes hardening as Blitzo slipped on his own blood, moving towards the edge of the stage. The Rouge has the long reins of Bombproof in his hand, twisting them as he drags Blitzo closer.

Blitzo is resting at his boots, the Outlaw kneels, twisting the Beelzebub cap off with his teeth, and pours it down Blitzo's throat The red imp chokes on the green liquid, thrashing his head from side to side as Striker kneels on his legs; steadying the rest of Blitzo's body, placing the handgun back into his hand.

He kisses Blitzo's cheek, wrapping his arms around his waist, massaging his thigh. A malicious smile formed on his face when he noticed the drug was taking effect.

He guides his hand, aiming the gun at Stolas's head. Blitzo tilts his head, his eyes clouding over. A sickly green hue shines through amber eyes. His skin is sensitive to his touch, as Striker relishes the sensation. To feel the lush red skin against his hand while Blitzo openly seeks his mouth.

Striker growls in approval.

While Stolas growls frozen in place, his eyes churning blood-red- as he transforms.

"You won't dare hurt me, not unless you want to petrify you little Imp-plaything", but then again, you might because you can't accept the fact that I'm superior to you! That I can satisfy him better!

But Stolas didn't hear him. His eyes were focused on Blitzo purring into Striker's ear, the eerie glow offsetting the owl. Stolas sprang into action, swiping a talon claw at them.

The Outlaw whirls around, holding Blitzo out in front of him, "Petrify him, and I'll place him in your garden as a reminder that anything you touch will turn to stone," Striker growls. Amber flickers behind pale green eyes at the sound of Striker's voice and Stolas's commanding presence.

The Outlaw aims at Stolas while growling into Blitzo's ear, digging his claws in deep as a flicker of defiance wells within Blitzo's trembling form.

Blitzo's body quivers as he tries to buck the cowboy off him-the gigantic owl takes center stage. Towering over them, Blitzo aims the gun, Striker's voice tickling his ears as he stands behind him.

"What kind of hold does this ditsy blue blood have on you, sugar-cube." Striker sneers.

Blitzo swallows thickly as lump forms in his throat as he inwardly struggles to regain control of his body. His heart is pounding as the Ares Goeita approaches them.

Stolas bows his head, nuzzling Blitzo. Striker is now behind Blitzo, a stern look on his face pressing hard on the trigger. Blitzo's adamant refusal to be controlled is grating on the Cowboy's nerves.

Striker thrusts one hand, gripping his thigh as he pushes himself in deeper. Blitz grimaces, feeling Striker throb inside him as the Outlaw attempts to regain control of the situation. The Fugitive's outstretched hand tests the trigger finger again. Blitzo struggles to aim the gun up, steering the barrel of the gun away from Stolas.

Striker's outstretched arms test the trigger finger as Blitzo pulls back, Striker grinds into his ass.

"NO! NO! NO!, Blitzo cries as his hand is forced to steady. "Please, No!" Don't do it! " Screams Blitzo, closing his eyes as Stolas rears back, getting ready to attack.

Striker uses his body as a distraction, pulling Blitzo out of reach from the long, curved talons of the enraged Goeita.

The sickly hue returns to his eyes, tears streaming down his face as he allows Striker to pull the trigger.

BANG!

The deafening gunshot echoes in his ears, reverberating through his head as Blitzo awakens with a sudden gasp. Jolting upright, his heart pounding in his chest, his eyes wide and fearful, scanning the corners of his room. His fingers curl around the sheets upon hearing the instant sound of a fizzing rattlesnake.

As Blitzo bolted out of bed, but with the swift, unforgiving slap of Striker's tail, he was sent crashing back onto the bed.

The peach-skinned Cowboy didn't hesitate; he leaped onto Blitzo, his tail snaking around his neck as the Boss imp turned his head, his arm outstretched, reaching for a drawer where he kept his guns.

Striker hissed, adding more pressure to his neck; Blitzo's fingers curled around his tail; grabbing both of his arms, he slammed Blitzo into the mattress, flicking the drawer closed with his long spade tail.

The scarlet imp scoots up the bed as Striker straddles him, crushing Blitzo's arms with his knees; the crimson gleam of the hell-blade glinted devilishly in the moonlight catching Blitzo's terrified expression.

The Cowboy's tail swishes dangerously behind him as a rapturous smile engulfs his face as he leans into Blitzo.

"Were you dream' in about me, Blitzy- I can't get you of my mind, Boss-man."

"Night after night, I dream about us slacked with mud and wrestling for dominance. I envision being inside of you, your mouth around my swelling cock as I thrust deep into your mouth. Pressing you up against the gritty wall of the alley, holding your tight ass I grind into you from behind, forcing my pulsating cock into your full apple-red ass, the sweet sound you make as you struggle against my prowess.

Drives me fucking crazy, run away with me, darlin, it's the only way you're going to save them all," Striker hisses into his ear. "you don't want to lose your family, do ya partner?" the blade caresses his neck, creating nicks and bruises as Blitz silently fumes.

"Now sugar-cube, I am giving you a win, win opportunity here, life as a plaything- I don't see why you tolerate him- but you do."

"Do you enjoy being used, Blitzy? Do you get a thrill from people constantly taking without thought? Are you a masochist?" Striker growls. nicking his cheek with the blade. Do you relish pain?" He asks while caressing Blitzo's face.

The Cowboy could see the panic in his face as his breath hitches as Striker ground down. "I can change your world, Blitzo, raise you up, take you along with me! "Be silent, be still. Those are the rules for tonight, Blitzo. Scream if you must! I'll silence you in the end."

Blitzo trembles as he nearly breaks the button embedded into the side of his bed labeled psycho-Cowboy-Ejector