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Stolas was pacing back and forth as he tried to calm himself down with his breathing exercises. It just had to be today that Blitz had to be in the mood, it just had to be today that he would want to show up and have an intimate time. “It’s fine!” The prince tried to convince himself in a nearby bedroom mirror. “Maybe he just wants a ‘real quick’ and he’ll leave straight away!” But his faltering fake smile knew better. Stolas sighed and rubbed his forehead as he lamented, “Oh what I’m going to tell Blitzy?~ It couldn’t be the truth, surely not! How would he even react?!” The prince’s mind raced for some kind of answer, for some kind of an excuse but he wouldn’t even have the time.
The red and white imp sure enough had a ladder set up on the window sill and with the grace of an elephant climbed all the way up as fast as he could and face planted hard onto the carpet. He groaned for a moment before pulling up a thumbs up with a muffled, “I’am Okaeh.”
It took all of Stolas’ willpower not to laugh right there and then. Whether or not that was an attempt from the former clown to make the prince laugh didn’t really matter anyway. His lover was here and Stolas would REALLY prefer him not to be tonight.
“Dad, the idiot’s here.” Octavia muttered in a monotone voice. Her head faced down against her phone as she walked and stopped over at the slightly opened door to see what was going on before looking back down at her phone.
“HEY!” Blitz objected as he stood up stiff as quickly as he could. “Listen, kid! It’s Mr. Idiot to you!”
The goth princess gave a lazy thumbs up, a nod before she pulled out a couple of earphones and placed them on either side of her head. “So, the usual then, Dad?”
“Oh, not exactly, Dear Via.” Stolas chuckled as he blushed profusely and scratched the back of his head. “It’s more of a…special occasion.” He hooted in embarrassment as Octavia could only roll her pink eyes and walk away.
“TMI, Dad!” She called back as she made her way down the golden staircase and slowly out of the house. “Got band practice with Bee and her band anyway! I’ll be back!” She quickly shut the door and ran away before anything could happen.
Stolas sighed and rubbed his face, “I love you too, Via.” he muttered before he turned to face his imp lover and took a deep breath. “Not that I don’t appreciate you being here, Blitzy~ But now is not exactly the best time?”
“Why? You want me to be more spontaneous and romantic? Here you go! You wanted to know ‘wherefore art me, Blitzy?~ Here I am!”
“Did…did you just compare me to Juliet?” Stolas chortled with a flirtatious grin.
“Well, it suits you better don’t it? I don’t know if I could pull off some blonde hair and pretty princess shit better than you. (Not like I tried.”)
“And I wouldn’t stop you from trying.” The owl prince teased and gently placed a hand on the imp’s forehead. “But honestly, my dear, Blitzy~ now is not a very good time.”
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” Blitz asked with a raised eyebrow and a tilted head, “I’m always a ‘great time’ here! I’m ‘Mr. Fuckin’ Party’ over here!” He puffed up his chest with pride, “Besides, I know just what to say to make you melt.” The red and white imp purred as he gently stroked his fingers against his taller partner’s neck, blushing profusely while he did it.
Stolas couldn’t help but shiver and moan softly in pleasure, only to peer out into the red night’s sky and the moon that shimmered brightly, it looked large and imposing. The royal bird felt a lump in the back of his throat, and his heart sped up to a rate that felt unbearable as Blitz took his hand and led him to the bedroom, completely unaware what was about to happen.
“So, how you wanna do it tonight?” Blitz murmured in a low tone as he licked his lips, “Whips? Chains? Chainsaws? I forgot to bring mine so maybe we could use yours?” The imp pulled the royal owl close who was a complete blubbering, blushing mess at this point. “Or maybe, we could get…creative.”
Blitz chuckled and swiftly stripped himself down to his boxers, he knew not to show too much off too early after all.
Stolas’s mouth was completely dry, his heart beat faster and faster, his sweat completely covered his feathered forehead, he tried to force something out of his mouth, anything at all. But he felt like there was a tennis ball right in the back of his throat, his red eyes widened at the sight of the completely full moon in the sky. It was too late to stop it now. “Be-gawk!” He blurted out before he covered his beak with embarrassment.
“Oh? It’s Zelda Roleplay night? Well, I admit not what I was expecting, but sure!” Blitz smiled brightly as his yellow eyes blinked one then the other. If Stolas could speak properly, he would express that he thought that Blitz’s lack of awareness was both adorable and equally frustrating.
The imp then leaned in with an evil grin on his face as he whispered, “And just between you and me, I never told Moxxie about the chickens. You should have seen his face when they all swarmed him! It’s like he never played a game in his life, it’s hilarious!”
“Be-Gawk!”
“Um…Stolas?...You okay? This…is starting to be less funny now.”
“Be-Gawk!” squawked Stolas, as his grey feathers started to burst out more across his body. His claws became more prominent and sharp and he started to have a strange craving for worms. The royal bird’s body started to take more of an oval shape as he coo’d and tried to hide his face with his elongated wing with no avail. It wasn’t long before with a loud “Cock-a-doo-a-doo!” Blitz was staring at an overly large, round giant fluffy chicken. If Stolas could stick his head in the sand and hide away, he would do it in an instant.
“Okay…” Blitz took in the new sight and gently examined Stolas’ newly formed chicken wings. “What…in the fuck is going on?!” His yellow eyes quickly glanced over at the full moon above, and then back at the clucking grey chicken. He rubbed his chin in thought before his eyes lit up in realisation. “Oooooh! I get it! You’re a were-chicken right?”
Stolas nodded his face completely red as he tucked into himself, he couldn’t help but keep on clucking in spite of his embarrassment.
“Well, believe it or not, this is not the first time I found myself naked with a chicken…Never get high at Millie’s ranch, that’s my advice.”
Stolas’s head leaned a little, his face was blushing completely red and it was made even worse when Blitz started to examine the royal bird’s new temporary form, oval and rather large, even for a chicken.
“So, um…is this just feathers or…”
“Be-gawk!” Stolas clucked with an offended stare, he even went as far as to huff with his red eyes closed and his arms crossed.
“What? I’m generally curious!” Blitz protested with his arms outstretched, “I never did anything with a werechicken before, so I may need to be talked through a couple stuff!”
“Be-gawk.” Stolas’ eyes slowly reappeared behind his very fluffy face, with slightly less of an irritated scowl.
“Look, I just think if we’re gonna make this work…” Blitz started as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I feel like I should get used to you being…” the red and white imp gestured to Stolas’ whole body with a hum, “You know?”
It didn’t take long for Stolas to give out his answer, as he threw his whole body weight onto the poor, skinny imp and started to peck every inch he could reach with his sharpened beak.
“Ow! Ow…Ow!” Stolas grunted as he took everything from Stolas’ beck attack. “Okay! I get it! You like the idea so much you’re kissing me!...Probably!”
“Cock-a-doo-a-doo!” Stolas screamed out with his puffed chest and beaming smile, not quite yet noticing Blitz’s squashed, and heaving body.
“...Is…Is it alright…if…” Blitz took a large intake of breath as he wheezed out, “Is it cool if you’re bottom tonight? That…That would be so much easier.”
“Be-gawk.”
“I’m glad you agree…Christ on a stick how am I gonna explain all of this with the others?” Blitz lamented, “And why is it always me with the weird stuff?”
“Be-gawk.” Stolas replied with a shrug.
Blitz copied the shrug as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I guess you have a point…You big chicken.” He finished with an evil grin before he was ruthlessly attacked by his lover in big chicken form, nothing but squishes and violent pecking, whether or not they were actually kisses that time round, probably wouldn’t matter, because neither Blitz or Stolas wouldn’t care that much either way.
After all, they had done far weirder stuff to each other anyway.
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