Surrender at the Harvest Moon Festival: Alt Ending: Striker Wins

Blitzo snarls under his breath furious at being bested by the cowboy Casanova that stood over him grinning his sharp teeth gleaming in the grainy lighting. The Boss imp wasn't leaving this room anytime soon. Blitzo was tied up his right eye swollen shut, his lip busted and bleeding curls into a sneer. Legs spread apart as he continued to struggle.

The rope rubs against his raw wrist he grimaces in pain.

Blinking past the throbbing pain he saw the blood splatter soaking through Striker's favorite white leather jacket. Striker's tail whip through the air as a sadestic gleam shone through his eyes.

He had Blitzo right where he wanted him. This room was the perfect vantage point to take the shot.

It was the perfect viewpoint in the whole damn farm. He was able to see the entire Harvest Moon Festival. The broad overture of the stage as Stolas stood ushering in the new harvest moon unaware that his assassin was right above him, aiming his gun dead center at his targets head.

But Blitz had interrupted him before he made the shot, and soon the assassination was thrown completely on the backburner as he stepped in between Blitzo's legs his eyes alight was something akin to lust. Blitzo felt the electricity sizzle through the room. The Boss imp had put up a great fight in the beginning smashing his horns into Striker's face, stunning the cowboy.

The outlaw grunted, before his tail lassoed around his neck. Striker dug his knife into the Harlequin's back twisting the blade.

He could hear Blitzo wheeze as the boss imp struggled.

"Drop it!" Striker commanded. Blitzo's eyes began to water as he craned his neck to the door.

Striker could feel the boss imp's claws dig into his bicep. his arms trembles as his gun falls to the ground.

"They're not coming sugar-cube" Striker hisses into the scarlet imp's ear.

"Your mine.... rodeo-clown"

Once Blitzo dropped his weapon, The Cowboy kicks it under the bed before tying him up.

Blitzo groans, staring dead center into Striker's bulging crotch. a dull ache from the knife that protruded from his back throbbed reminding Blitzo who was in control. If he didn't act soon there would be no prince. no grimoire nothing to conduct business with. his heart hammered in his chest as Striker stood gloating over him.

The snake-imp had plans for this professional hitman. he was willing to do just about anything to get Blitzo to side with him.

One way or another, and he did mean anything!

The wrangler had been testing Blitzo all throughout the festival. admiring his gumption. marveling at his fighting skills. Those powerful punches: as he created a small creator near the serpent's head.

Striker narrowly escaped. It only served to excite him more.

Striker sniffed the air around the assassin. The cowboy made a sour face Blitz was practically bathed in that rank scent that could only belong to Stolas: A noble Goeita. A filthy blueblood.

Blitzo was better then that, he saw how the owl prince treated him.

A sharp need tore through him. Looking at the boss imp, he could feel the stirring's of desire. the almost primal need to claim. his tail fizzed as he unzipped his pants. he could free the Harlequin from his gilded cage. He could start as early as tonight. he planned to sever all ties that Blitzo had. Starting with the Goeita prince and working his way down the totem.

Eventually Blitzo would be made to see thing his way and he'd be free to do as he pleased. Blitzo didn't need a failing company... and with Stella out of the way. Hell would be theirs. but first he had to break this devil of his bad habits.

He would mold the city imp to his own design. He would soon have Blitz eating out of his hands.

His tail flicked dangerously close to Blitzo's swollen eye. Softly caressing Blitzo's broken face.

"never let anyone tell ya your not a scrapper, but the best man won Blitzy"

Blitz snapped his head to the side his teeth bared as he tried to chomp Striker's tail. he bounded back onto his feet sinking he teeth into Striker's arm. The cowboy hissed howling pain as Striker pulls the blade from Blitzo's belt. He presses the blade to his spine.

"you can't win partner" Striker growls grimacing in pain. but smirks once he realizes Blitz was starting to lose steam. The cowboy pulls Blitzo into him his hand gliding down his backside bypassing the blades and slipping under his pants cupping Blitzo's buttcheck. he gently sqeeze Blitzo moans and squirms while twisting his head.

"your wasting your time sugar-cube you don't think I came prepared. "what's the matter Blitzy you were into me a few minuets ago. "your not enjoying yourself darlin"

Blitzo grunted as Striker fingered him. but there was nothing he could do. Moxxie was taking his sweet time.

But the words had been sowed, even if the boss imp didn't mean them he still said them and that was enough for the wrangler to start a binding contract. .

The red imp couldn't deny the handsome cowboy any more than he could deny his heart.

Okay, his heart was a little easier to lie to. But damn if Blitzo wasn't tempted to wipe that sardonic smile off the snake imp's smug face.

Bang!

Owe!

"Oh, crumbs cried Moxie realizing the door had been sealed.

Blitzo's eyes widened realizing that his trump card had failed.

The snake- cowboy turns his head; snarling with a crazed smile, as he drags Blitzo towards the window.

"Oi Daddy-Fucker! learn to take the hint, "No means No! He shouts. Kicking Striker's legs out from under him.

"Is that the best you got sugar cube, I thought you would put up more of a fight growls the snake imp hoisting Blitzo up his tail slides an arm around Blitzo's waist. As a devil's red tail takes a swipe at Striker's face.

"Daddy-Fucker! Blitzo shouts again being pulled through the window by a snarling imp who eye is bleeding and snapped shut.

Just as Moxie breaks the door.

Bad timing as always Mox! Blitzo yells from somewhere below. Blitzo is hastily thrown onto Bombproof' s back.

Striker had failed in his mission to eliminate his target. But he couldn't complain much. For he held in his possession the consolation prize of a lifetime. He looks down wiping the blood from his eye. Blitzo was still struggling between his legs the cowboy's scarf tied over his mouth. his wrists were firmly bound behind back and his tail was subdued by striker's fist.

With a sharp crack of his tail Striker rode bombproof into a nearby town, towards a rundown Motel Known as the Hideaway Motel. An infuriating hiccup, that's all that it was Striker remined himself. pulling Blitzo off the horse by the back of his vest. Half dragging half walking his- reluctant partner to their room.

Flicking on the light and throwing the key onto a nearby nightstand he tosses Blitzo towards the bed. The red imp falls short and lands beside the bed. Striker shrugs taking off his jacket and pulling up sleeve he whistled lowly wrapping the access rope tightly around his hand.

"We are going to have to go over a few new rules, Blitzy" Striker hisses

Blitzo refuses to look at him, his eyes darting across the room.

Now he was regretting those words. Those words were coming back to bite him in the ass. as per usual. his heart thrummed heavily in his chest wondering if he would ever see his daughter again. knowing if Striker were to remove his scarf Blitzo would bite, scratch and claw to get back to his family.

Heck, he would even outright kill this cowboy.

Striker ignores Blitzo's heated ire as he tightens his hold on the rope, making sure Blitzo's bondages were securely fastened. Yanking hard, Blitzo is forced to stand before being slammed roughly into the bed. The Cowboy is on him slipping his fingers through the loop holes on Blitzo's pants and pulling them half way down.

Blitzo pert crimson ass shines in the grainy lighting of the room. Striker licks his lips as Blitzo tries to move out of the way. But the Cowboy reaches Blitzo first throwing him against the headboard.

Striker is quick to turn Blitzo over dragging Blitzo halfway off the bed. His hand traces the small of his back, his claws leaving bleeding little half moons.

His tail cracks against Blitzo's bare ass.

A muffled cry came from Blitzo as Striker put a finger to his mouth as he picks up the phone to call Stella.

The Bitch was livid. As Striker continued to speak, his finger halfway into Blitzo hole.

Blitzo body twitched and burned with each digit Striker added.

Blitzo made to ram his horns into Striker but with another crack of his tail a growl turned into a whimper. His claws dug deep into Blitzo's firm buttocks.

A warning to be silent.

"Yes Ma'ams I attend to follow through"

"I am the best their is" he says licking his fingers.

"By any means necessary! IMP! I don't care who you have to go through! I just want him eliminated!

"Yes ma'am.

"your husband will be dead by the morning you have my word"

Blitzo's eyes began to water as the cowboy finely stood. He hovered over Blitzo half naked form. The sounds of spurs sent his nerves on edge the unclasping of buckles had Blitzo lunging off the side of the bed. Striker caught him mid lunge twisting his arm and settling him down onto the bed.

He had Blitzo face pressed into the mattress.

Inch by inch striker mounted him. He rode him hard and fast.

Using the blood that seeped down Blitzo thigh as lube.

He licked the crook of his neck before sinking his teeth.

He rose up and slammed back down.

He spread Blitzo legs further as the pace picked up.

Blitzo cries out as Striker thrusted deeper.

His cock pulsating in Blitzo's ass.

Blitzo could feel the snake imp vibrate inside him.

Blitzo struggles with the scarf feeling heat coil in his stomach.

Striker's tail lashes out cracking like a whip as he could feel his seed start to build up. He reaches up grasping Blitzo by the horns.

Blitzo's eyes widen: feeling hot seed twist his gut. He could hear Striker panting from above him tilting his hat he grins down at Blitzo.

"Your turn sugar cube" He says pulling Blitzo's pants down further.

Blitzo scoots further onto the bed. Only to have Striker pull him back to the edge of the bed.

"You'll enjoy this Blitzy, trust me darlin I'd love to hear yea scream my name and once we eliminate Are's Goeita bloodline you can scream my name tell your throat is sore and your voice hoarse with all that sex well be having."

Blitzo jerked as Striker got into the middle of his legs. Blitzo's bandaged arms around his neck.

Blitzo gave the cowboy a quizzical look.

Striker answered by moving his legs further apart. and taking in Blitzo whole.

Striker moaned around Blitzo's hard member. savoring every bead as it came.

Blitzo moaned into the scarf his eyes rolling back as he carded his fingers through the cowboy's golden locks. His breath hitched and than another moan. Blitzo began to thrust. as Striker smiled around Blitzo.

Slowly, until Striker encouraged him.

Striker drove Blitzo crazy with his tongue drawing out long appreciative moans.

nipping his inner thigh Striker touched on every scar, every blemished mark. leaving his scent.

Blitzo's body shivered as Striker held his hips, his tail stroking Blitzo's face before seeking out Blitzo's own tail. Striker's tail wiped away the tears as he forced Blitzo's body to move faster.

Blitzo gritted his teeth as his body bobbed his claws dug into Striker's skin as he shut his eyes at the intensity. Striker lightly wiped his face. his eyes on Blitzo as he took the entire width stroking Blitzo with tongue while having Blitzo thrust into his mouth. Striker's tail rattled Blitzo's body started to convulse.

Blitzo knotted his fingers through Striker's hair, his hat falling to the ground. Striker could feel Blitzo seed run down the back of his throat. He took in Blitzo one last time, his eyes glazing over in lust as he watches Blitzo fall onto his back chest heaving.

Striker licks his lips the taste of Blitzo on his tongue. He crawls on top of Blitzo peeling down his scarf and presses his mouth onto Blitzo. the red imp rises to the challenge but it Striker who is the one in control.

"Did you mean what you said about Stolas"

"Its nothing personal Blitzy"

"Eventually you'll see how controlling that Goeita is, its better that we put him out of our misery"

"But from this day forward, I am all you have" Blitzo fell asleep first, his head resting on Striker's bare chest, Striker's arm around his chest. and a coil of rope on the ground.

Blitzo's dreams that night, were of his family.

Moxie and Millie.

And his daughter Loony,