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Blitzø laid out the different colored vials carefully in their flight boxes, placing one in front of him and one in front of Stolas. It had been a few months since the debacle that was Sinsmas, and the two had slowly begun to rekindle their relationship. It was just recently that they started having sex again, and Blitzø had wanted to spice things up a bit.
Stolas stared at the glasses skeptically. “What are they?”
Blitzø grinned. “I got them from Fizz! Apparently, Ozzie makes all these cool sex potions. They each do something different!” he exclaimed, proud of his idea.
Stolas looked unsure. “And they each do... what exactly?”
“No idea! I pulled the labels off!” Blitzø picked up a green liquid.
Stolas balked. “Why in Hell would you do that?!”
“Because finding out by doing is half the fun! Come on, Stols! None of them are dangerous.” He nudged the owl with his elbow. “Fizz knows I’d kill him if they were.”
Stolas still looked unsure. “It was your idea. You get to go first,” he told Blitzø.
The imp shrugged then downed the green liquid, setting the now-empty glass back in the flight. “See? Nothing to worry about... oh...” Blitzø’s eyes widened as he shifted where he sat.
Stolas’ eyes narrowed. “What is it, Blitzø?” His voice was sickeningly sweet, and somehow also threatening.
“I, uh, I think my dick is gone.”
Stolas’ eyes went from narrow to wide as he stared at the imp, dumbfounded. “What?”
“It’s uh...” He shifts again. “Yep. Definitely gone.”
“What do you mean, gone?”
“I mean, I think this potion gave me a vag.” Blitzø glared at the empty glass, then slowly blinked. “Wait a minute... Stolas, drink the green one.”
“What? No! Clearly, this was a terrible idea!” Stolas crossed his arms.
“But what if it gives you a dick?” Blitzø blurted. “I could experience getting fucked somewhere other than my ass! I need to know for science!”
“It could give me a dick, or it could give me two holes. Either way, I don’t want to risk it.” The owl looked away from him.
“Come on, Stols! Live on the edge a little! If it gives you a dick, you could actually fuck me! Like with your own anatomy!” Blitzø was far too excited by this prospect and was practically vibrating.
Stolas still frowned, but then sighed. “If this malforms anything, I’m not touching you for a month.”
“Right, ‘cause I sure do believe that threat,” Blitzø laughed. “Just drink it. I promise it’ll be fine. The effects are supposed to wear off after like twelve hours.”
Stolas swallowed, picked up the glass, and then quickly swallowed it down. He sat there for a moment, then relaxed. “Well, that wasn’t so... oh.” Now he was the one shifting awkwardly. “Well... it does seem your theory was correct.”
“Hell yeah!” Blitzø cheered. “I can’t wait to see what this is like!”
Stolas just shook his head. Blitzø’s excitement was uplifting him, and his own curiosity was showing on his face. “It will certainly be interesting.”
Blitzø reached for the purple one next, and upon drinking it, felt suddenly energized. Like he could go all night. “Oh, whoa. That’s a pick-me-up! We’re gonna be up all night!”
Stolas, less hesitantly this time, reached for the purple. He drank it, and his eyes widened. “Oh, my.”
“Right?! This stuff is great! I wanna try the pink one!” He reached for it and downed it in one go. Instantly, he felt warmth spread through him. “Oh...ohhhhh. Fuck.” He giggled.
“Blitzø?” Stolas asked, mildly concerned.
“Nothing to worry about, birdie, but you might want to drink yours, because I’m two seconds away from jumping your bones.” Blitzø’s grin was absolutely predatory, and he was now crouched down, poised to do just that.
“Oh, dear.” Stolas quickly drained the potion, eyes meeting Blitzø’s. “I see what you mean.” Stolas nodded slowly.
The two simply stared for a long moment before Blitzø moved, arms wrapping around Stolas’ neck. “C’me’re, pretty bird.”
Blitzø pulled Stolas into a kiss. It started off almost gently, a steady movement of their lips together. Then Blitzø deepened it, his tongue sliding into Stolas’ mouth.
The owl moaned softly, pulling Blitzø closer. The imp was practically sitting on his lap. “Mmm, Blitzø...”
“That’s a good bird,” the imp teased, hand gently tracing the side of Stolas’ face. “Always so good.” He shifted his hips, grinding down on Stolas’ lap. “You’re gonna fuck me so good too, aren’t you?”
Stolas squawked, grabbing Blitzø by the hips. “Ohhh, yesss...”
Blitzø kissed him again, his hands sliding down Stolas’ face to cradle his neck. His hands fumbled for Stolas’ shirt. “Need off now.”
Stolas pulled back and chuckled. “So demanding,” he teased, pulling the article over his head. “Your turn, darling.”
Blitzø practically flew out of his clothes, pulling both his shirt and pants off in nearly one motion before pouncing back on Stolas. “Better?”
“Y-yes...” the owl squeaked.
Blitzø began to kiss down his chest, working his way down to his navel just above his pants. “I’m going to suck you off,” he declared.
Stolas’ eyes widened, and he quickly sat up to look down at the imp. “What?”
“You heard me.” He pushed Stolas back on his back. “Now stay down.”
Stolas swallowed and did as he was told while Blitzø began to work his pants down his hips. Stolas watched as his newly acquired dick sprang free, standing at attention. Blitzø licked his lips and leaned down, licking a stripe up the side.
“Oh, fuck!” Stolas exclaimed, his head falling back.
Blitzø grinned at the reaction, quickly moving to take him in his mouth. Stolas almost instantly jerked his hips, and Blitzø immediately held him down by the hips.
“Ah! Blitzø! No wonder you enjoy this so much!” Stolas moaned.
Blitzø hummed in amusement, taking him deeper. Stolas’ moan grew louder and more frequent. Blitzø knew he was getting close. Just before the owl hit his peak, Blitzø pulled back.
Stolas screeched. “Blitzø!”
“Oh, come on, Stols. You know I want you to fuck me. Can’t have you finishing too early.” Blitzø’s grin was sinister.
“You’re insufferable,” Stolas hissed.
“You love it,” Blitzø shot back. Stolas sat up, pushing Blitzø onto his back. He began to pull down the imp’s boxers. “Uh, Stolas. What are you doing?”
“Returning the favor, darling.”
Blitzø swallowed, getting the impression he was in trouble. “You really don’t need to... ohhh fuck!” Stolas had gotten the article off, quickly moving to swipe his long tongue through Blitzø’s folds. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
Stolas chuckled, continuing his work. He was mindful of his beak, but happily used his tongue to tease Blitzø’s clit before sliding it inside him.
“Stolas!” Blitzø cried out, arching off the floor. “Fuck me!”
Stolas pulled back. “I do believe that was the plan.”
Blitzø growled, sitting up and pushing Stolas back again. “Alright, enough foreplay. I want that dick inside me, now!”
“So impatient,” Stolas teased.
Blitzø was having none of it. He straddled Stolas’ hip and carefully guided him to his entrance. “Well, here we go.” Blitzø sank down onto Stolas’ dick. Both cried out at the sensation. “Shit,” Blitzø gasped. “It’s so good.”
“Mhmm.” Stolas turned his head to the side, panting. It was one of the hottest expressions Blitzø had ever seen on him. “Ready, birdie.”
“As I’ll ever be,” Stolas forced out.
Slowly, Blitzø raised his hips before sinking back down again. He started with a slow pace, but it very quickly became harder as Stolas thrusted up into him. “Stolas, oh fuck. Mmm, so good.”
“Ah,” Stolas cried out with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming for them both. “Blitzø I... I’m going to...”
“Me too. Come on, birdie. Give it to me.” He sank down once more, hard, and he felt his own walls clench as his body tensed with pleasure. “Ah, oh, Satan!”
“Ah!” Stolas hit his own peak, releasing into Blitzø. The feeling of his come made Blitzø moan again.
The two laid there for a moment, both catching their breath. Finally, Blitzø lifted his head from Stolas’ chest. “You okay?”
Stolas smiled. “I’m perfect.”
“Good.” Blitzø glanced at the coffee table where the rest of the potions sat. “We’ll have to thank Fizz at the parade tomorrow. This has been fun.”
Stolas hummed in agreement. “I admit I was skeptical at first, but I have indeed enjoyed myself.”
“I’m glad,” Blitzø said honestly. He slowly lifted himself off of Stolas, making them both gasp. He could feel the owl’s release drip down his thigh. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Stolas hummed his agreement.
The two got cleaned up and settled back in front of the potions. “Well, what do you say to a round two?” Blitzø asked, lifting the blue one.
“I say you’re insatiable, darling,” Stolas told him, even as he did the same.
The night went on like that until, after about five rounds, they were out of potions and finally exhausted. They curled up on the couch together and passed out.
***
The next morning, the two barely got up in time to clean before Loona came home. They somehow managed to get the bulk of the mess clear, but she still gave them a disgusted look when she walked in. “You two are gross.”
“Love you too, Loonie. Are you coming with us to the parade?” Blitzø asked sweetly.
“Yeah, just let me get ready.”
Blitzø was already set to go to the parade, wearing just a skimpy pair of shorts with the pan flag painted on his bare chest. Stolas on the other hand, looked like sex on legs. Fishnet top, perfect makeup, tight shorts.
“Damn. Keep looking like that, and we won’t make it to the parade.” Blitzø whistled.
“Not while I’m in the apartment!” Loona yelled from the bathroom.
“Sorry, sweetie!”
When Loona finally came out wearing a plaid skirt and a top with the bi flag, the three got ready to leave.
It didn’t take long for them to find Fizz and Oz once they reached the starting point. The sin was quite large and noticeable.
“Hey, losers! Took you long enough!” Fizz called from Oz’s shoulder.
“Who are you calling a loser, loser?” Blitzø yelled back. “Sorry, we needed to actually look presentable. Are those your pajamas?”
“Hey, fuck you! Not my fault the gay flag just happens to look like a very comfy pajama set when done vertically.” Fizz crossed his arms.
“You look perfect, Froggie,” Oz told him.
Fizz grinned. “Thanks, Ozzie.”
“Get a room!” Blitzø called.
“Look who’s talking,” Loona muttered.
“Oh, dear.” Stolas pinched between his eyes.
“Oh, yeah. How were the potions?” Fizz asked with a grin.
Stolas instantly blushed while Blitzø gave a grin of his own. “That was so much fun! Like seriously, Fizz. Thanks for that one.”
“It was certainly... interesting,” Stolas squeaked out.
“I’m sure it was,” Fizz drawled. “Did your guys’ genitals go back to normal yet?”
Stolas squawked, and Blitzø threw one of his boots at Fizz. Ozzie caught it. “This is mine now,” the sin told him.
“What? No! Hey, I need that for the parade!” Blitzø argued, jumping for the hand that was way out of reach.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to hit me with it then, asshole.” Fizz stuck his tongue out.
“What if we gave Blitzø his shoe back. And I’ll make sure he doesn’t weaponize it again,” Stolas offered.
Ultimately, Oz relented and returned the article to Blitzø. Fizz snickered at the entire exchange, and Loona rolled her eyes, typing on her phone.
Blitzø finished putting his boot back on. “For the record, we went back to normal around six this morning.”
“Figures. Would have been funny watching you two walk.”
Blitzø’s eye twitched, but he refrained from throwing anything else at his best friend.
Soon enough, the parade started. The five of them happily walked, cheered, and celebrated being who they were. The festival after was just as fun, if not a bit chaotic.
Blitzø was taking aim at the poor sucker in the dunk tank when Stolas leaned down beside him. “Happy pride, darling.”
Blitzø’s gaze softened, and he turned to kiss the owl.
“Oi, get a room!” the dunk tank demon yelled.
Blitzø proceeded to drop him on the first try.