Both of these characters are over 18 at the time of this story.

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“AUUGH!” A red-headed, ponytailed woman cried out, knocking several scrolls and writing implements onto the floor. A concerned, bespectacled individual stood a few feet away, indecisive but reaching a hand out.

“Eda!” They cried out, taking a step forward, then hesitating. “Is this…the curse?”

Eda Clawthorne twisted and thrashed, falling back into a tall, leather armchair, breathing heavily whenever she wasn’t gritting her teeth. She didn’t really want to involve Raine in this, but with the feathers growing on her arm and her eyes blackening, there wasn’t much she could do to hide it. The two of them were alone in the Owl House, and it wasn’t as if anyone else was around to see.

“Yeah…” She admitted, the shame of it causing her to avoid her partner’s gaze. “I knew I was running out of elixirs, but the damned potion shop told me that I had placed another order too soon…and then they told me that Monday was too short notice!” Eda grunted and winced, her heart pounding and her skin feeling like it was boiling. She had told Raine about the curse, but she had all the time downplayed it, told them it was something she could manage. “Listen, Raine, you need to leave. It’s not safe for you to be here.”

Raine frowned, their expression pained and afraid, but more for Eda than themself. They bowed their head, their glasses catching the light of the room and rendering their emotional state unreadable.

“…Eda, do you mind if I try something?”

Eda looked perplexed even as her already long, pale white ears began to grow longer. “Raine, what are you talking about, you need to go–“

But she was cut off when Raine leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes went wide for a moment and then closed peacefully, losing herself in the sensation of her partner’s lips.

When they pulled back, Eda stared at them in bewilderment, not unhappy but very much unsure of what was going on. It may have been coincidence, but in that moment it also seemed like the feathers had paused their growth, or that they started to grow a little slower.

Raine smiled bashfully; there was a wistful twinge to the expression that hurt Eda to see, just a little.

“Please,” They said again. “I think maybe I can help, but…you have to trust me.”

“Okay,” Eda replied, her face taking on a somber quality. “I trust you.”

Raine leaned back in and kissed her one more time. They lingered there for a moment, then withdrew, moving their lips down to press against her neck. Eda murmured softly, feeling Raine’s lips then press gently over her collarbone. Sinking to the floor at the foot of the red backed, bronze armchair, Raine grabbed the hem of her scarlet dress and lifted it slowly up and over her legs.

Eda stared down at her partner, the person she had been dating for a few years now but who she had known for most of her life. Her heart’s frantic pace began to slow, and as she breathed, she felt herself relaxing just a little.

Raine lifted the velvety red dress over Eda’s hips, over her waist, all the way up to just above the long-eared woman’s shoulders. Then they reached around behind Eda’s slender chest and unhooked her bra, which was the same fiery red-orange as her hair. Slipping it free from behind her back, Raine glanced back up at Eda, who was staring back at them. They leaned forward and closed their lips around one small pink nub, pressing their mouth softly against Eda’s pale breast.

“Mmm.” Eda closed her eyes and ran a hand over the back of Raine’s short, aquamarine hair.

Raine drew back ever so slightly and ran their tongue over the center of Eda’s breast, waxing her areola and her nipple in the process.

“Mmmmmmm,” Eda murmured, louder.

Raine’s face was relaxed, their eyes closed behind circular glass as they continued to lick at their partner’s teat, slowly, calmly, evenly; it was not so slow as to be teasing, but neither was it unnecessarily rushed. After a few more steady licks, they moved their head over and kissed Eda’s other breast. It was followed by a similar treatment, Raine licking her other nipple unhurriedly.

“Oh Raine…” Eda breathed. As close as they were to her chest, Raine could easily tell that their girlfriend’s breathing was slowing. They took a moment to lift the rest of Eda’s dress over her head and drape it over an arm of the chair.

They moved back to Eda’s other breast, and this time a hand remained where their lips and tongue had been, delicately rubbing one nub while they kissed the other tenderly, pushing against her bosom and stretching their lips around it as far as they would go. They sucked at it gently, tugging at the stiffening nipple with their lips and releasing it. They used their other hand to caress the sloping side of the breast they were attending to, then used both hands to cradle it, sucking the nub lovingly. It was at this point that Eda noticed that the feathers on her arms were beginning to recede, and her eyes widened in shock.

“Woah, what the heck–?” She exclaimed.

Raine glanced over at Eda’s arm and observed the phenomenon for themself. “It seems as if your emotional state has at least something to do with your transformations…I guess I had sort of a hunch about this.”

Eda looked back at her partner.

“If anxiety can exacerbate your condition, I thought maybe the opposite might work as well.”

The woman who had been unfairly labeled The Owl Lady smiled back at them serenely. “Thank you, Raine.”

Raine smiled shyly in return, and, unsure how to respond verbally, merely moved their head over to Eda’s other breast and continued. They sucked the tit there gently but insistently, making a conscious effort to mute the pleasures they were doling out but to not increase their partner’s anxiety by withholding it. They manipulated and squeezed her other wet nipple while they kissed and sucked at her drier one, before once again bringing their hand back to cradle the breast while they suckled it. Eda’s breathing was even now, long and deep, but mostly inaudible.

Stopping briefly, Raine rose up to her face, and when her eyes cautiously opened to see why they had stopped, Raine leaned in to give her a small but affectionate kiss. Leaving their palms pressed gently over her pale breasts, Raine kissed on either side of their girlfriend’s neck, down to her collarbone, then to the top of her chest, then down between her cleavage and around the tops of her breasts. Calm murmurs accompanied these actions, coming from the woman these numerous destinations belonged to. Returning to her left breast, Raine once more licked slowly at the pointed, stone-like nub there and everything that lay around it. As they lapped at it though, Eda winced and uttered something more pained than her previous soft exhalations.

“…Eda?” Raine asked, concerned. Eda bit her lip and tilted her head back, her eyes shut tight.

“I think it’s coming back on,” She muttered. “I don’t know if this is going to work, Raine…”

Raine frowned, hesitating for a moment. Then, they shook their head, looking resolved. “You’ll be okay, Eda.” With that, they sunk back down along the witch’s body and knelt on the floor before her. They gripped the sides of Eda’s autumn-colored underwear, which was growing a small dark spot on its otherwise amber fabric, and pulled them down, past her thighs and knees, then off her feet, placing it with her other clothes just to get it out of the way–one less thing for Eda to fuss with and worry about.

What lay beneath the witch’s clothes was not unfamiliar to them, the small, drooping folds of skin that hung between her thighs, but Raine had explored the secrets contained within many times before. To them, those wrinkled folds were just one cute, idiosyncratic little part of her gorgeous body. They looked back up at Eda to see if it was alright to proceed, but the woman in question was in the middle of another attack, the feathers creeping up her shoulders and neck, her sclera fading to a deep, dark black. Raine grimaced. It was not the time for caution.

Raine drew the delicate folds of Eda’s labia into their mouth and pulled gently back on them, resting their hands on the top of the witch’s thighs and spreading them aside for easier access. They could taste the clear, dripping fluid that had already started running down one of her legs. They sucked and pulled at the folds a bit more harshly before letting them fall, running their hands up and down her legs, sliding them down along the inner curves of her thighs. They brought their head forward and once again scooped the external portion of their lover’s sex into their mouth, tugging softly and salivating over the sensitive wrinkled flesh. Eda inhaled deeply and slowly let her breath back out.

They looked back up to gauge the results of their actions, and when Eda’s eyes opened back up, Raine could see that they were regaining their ordinary white color. Relieved, Raine moved their head deeper between her legs and let their hands fall away. The enby witch used their dexterous, tan fingers to spread Eda’s slick lower lips, wet from both saliva and arousal. Leaning in farther, they pressed their short, wide tongue against the stretched pink flesh, running it all the way up and all the way down; they moved their tongue like a brush, gliding over every inch of those interior lips, leaving the surface glistening like polished wood.

Eda shivered, leaning back farther into the armchair though she had little room to go, her body stretching out and her breath coming out in a long, gradual release. Ever so slowly, the feathers began to recede again, moving back down her arms and being replaced with her familiar pale skin. When she opened her eyes she smiled back down at her partner, running her hand down over their short, somewhat shaggy hair. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Raine blushed and looked away. “…Just doing what any good partner would do in this situation.”

“You don’t think of yourself much,” Eda observed. “You could’ve easily used this to your advantage, but I can tell you’re really just trying to keep me from changing.”

Raine looked back horrified. “Eda, I would never take advantage of you! I can’t believe you would think something like that…”

The ginger-haired witch chuckled and shook her head. “No, no, Raine, I know you wouldn’t. That’s my whole point, you’re a good person.”

Raine raised an eyebrow, not without the slightest hints of a smirk. “What, implying you’re not?”

Eda looked away, laughing nervously. “Hey, I didn’t say anything like that, I’m just saying you could stand to be a little more selfish sometimes.”

Raine looked back at her, their face serious and difficult to read, their mouth a thin, inexpressive line. “…Okay.”

With that they swiftly moved forward and took the hardened bulb of Eda’s clit into their mouth. The redheaded witch gasped, her eyes widening and a tremor running through her body. A small, almost imperceptible smirk crossed Raine’s features as they drew back.

Eda just stared down at them in disbelief and laughed louder, shaking her head. “You…you know you could’ve made me turn into a giant murderous monster just now, right?”

Then it was Raine’s turn to look nervous. A bead of sweat formed on their forehead and their mouth wrinkled like a wave. “I–what?”

“Uh…never mind!” Eda reassured. “Everything’s fine.”

All the same Raine decided not to do something like that again, instead semi-awkwardly returning to their previous activity of glazing the inside of their girlfriend’s labia, this time running their tongue over the small, wrinkled entrance to her vaginal passageway. Up and down, adding layer after layer of smooth, sleek saliva to coat the pink flesh, hearing Eda’s breathing slow and even out, soft moans joining and distinguishing the silence between breaths.

Drawing their lips back, Raine extended a single tan finger to cautiously prod her barely visible hole, moving the malleable flesh around before finding the true opening and slipping carefully inside. They kissed and caressed the pale skinned witch’s stretched labia, alternating between lips and tongue as they finger-fucked her slowly.

Raine inserted another finger as they moved their tongue higher, rolling it lightly over Eda’s exposed glans, delicately applying more spit to the tiny nubbin. Eda arched her back and rolled her shoulders, letting a long sigh escape her lips. The enby bard plunged their digits into their partner, wiggling their fingers ever so slightly up and down intermittently as they sunk in and slipped back out.

Glancing back up at her, withdrawing both their fingers and their face, Raine’s expression was solemn and concerned.

“I think it might be safer if I don’t make you come,” They elaborated.

“Yeah, I’d agree with that, it would be safer…” Eda replied, looking up towards the ceiling then slowly back at her lover.

Raine avoided her eyes for a moment. “…Maybe it would be okay if it was just…a small orgasm?” They said hesitantly, looking sheepishly back up at her.

Eda smirked cavalierly. “…Yeah, if we can control something like that.”

“You said I should be more selfish,” They answered back, avoiding her gaze again. “I’d be the main one in danger, right? We’re far enough away from the town…”

“Raine, I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Eda replied, her face falling.

“I’ll be fine, trust me,” They replied, smiling confidently. “I’m a powerful bard, remember? I can handle myself.”

Eda still looked uncertain but it was hard for her to argue when Raine pressed their lips back against the witch’s glistening bud.

The mono-fanged witch’s eyes closed as another low moan rose from her throat, and her breath grew shakier as two lithe fingers slipped back inside her pussy. Raine licked her clit with a little more persistence, the sheen of already-present saliva a decently protective barrier between their tongue and the tight cluster of nerve endings contained just inside the diminutive sex organ. They alternated between rapid and sluggish fingering, all the time keeping their tongue consistent as Eda continued to squirm beneath them.

Then they withdrew their fingers, going back to mapping the surface area of Eda’s dewy inner petals with elaborate, accurate tongue-motions; in the meantime their fingers switched jobs with their tongue, rubbing delicately at her sticky, slimy bud. Eda’s brow creased even as she tried to stay relaxed, the tension showing in her face even with her eyes still closed. Noticing this subtle change in temperament, Raine moved their fingers up, stroking her crimson-haired hood just above her clitoris. The bat-eared witch seemed to physically relax following the adjustment, her shoulders slumping and the rise and fall of her chest becoming more ordinary. Raine paused their ministrations for a moment and considered their next course of action.

Eda opened her eyes curiously as she found her partner moving up her body, climbing part-way onto the chair with one knee and leaning closer. Eda’s pale cheeks blushed and her eyes slowly closed again as Raine’s lips ensnared her own. She felt her right leg being gently hoisted up and over one of the arms of the armchair, then felt Raine’s hand drift lower down her body. As their lips and tongues deliberated in an exchange of soft moans, sighs, and humid, unstable breaths, Raine ran their fingers delicately up and down their partner’s other, much wetter pair of lips.

The mint-headed bard took their necessary breaths in-between warm, exquisite kisses, pressing their flatter, broader chest against Eda’s bare breasts, cradling one side of their girlfriend’s face as they facilitated the subtle push and pull of their lips. They felt Eda’s body undulating and moving alongside their own, and they continued their gentle, rubbing motion below, using their other hand to thumb at a vulnerable nipple.

“Mmmmmmmmmm…” The witch moaned in-between and during their soft kisses, the pace of her breathing increasing ever so slightly as her chest swelled and deflated. Raine reluctantly broke their kiss to plant a few firmer kisses on Eda’s lean neck. The short-haired musician continued their steady, unflinching tempo and a gentle wave seemed to rise and pass over the witch’s body, moving to her neck and head, which stretched up and back into the chair behind her. Her whole body shivered subtly as the small hairs along its length stood straight; she let out a long, shuddering sigh as her eyes squeezed together tighter than usual.

Raine planted a firm, passionate kiss on the witch’s still subtly shaking lips, then pulled back to observe the state of their partner.

“Did you…?” They asked, relieved to see that the visible signs of the curse had not yet returned.

Eda held a gold-painted-nailed hand to her forehead and laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah…I guess that counts, huh? Not the most satisfying thing in the world, but hey, I haven’t destroyed the house or you yet, so that’s a good sign.”

A grateful, worried smile spread over Raine’s lips and they moved forward to kiss their girlfriend one more time. When they pulled back, the corners of their eyes were wet, and Eda’s widened in surprise.

“…Raine?”

They pulled their large, circular glasses down and wiped their face. “I’m fine,” They said, readjusting their glasses and composing themself. “You just scare me, Eda. I know these things don’t bother you and you can just laugh it off, but…it’s not so easy for me.”

Eda frowned. “Hey. Just because I laugh doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me. Or that I’m not worried. That’s just…how I deal with things.”

Raine nodded several times in succession. “Yeah…that makes sense…sorry.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry,” Eda replied. “I know I’m difficult to live with. I have to do it all the time!” She chuckled half-heartedly. Raine laughed softly back, after which a silence fell over the both of them.

“So…what now?” She asked. “I don’t feel it coming on anymore…”

“Let’s be safe,” Raine answered. “We’re going to go down to that potion shop, and we’re going to tell them what your situation is, and we’re not leaving until we get your elixir.”

Eda grinned. “I like the way you think.” Her expression softened. “Thank you, Raine. I appreciate this, all of it.”

Raine smiled back and kissed her on the lips. “Of course,” They replied. “Any time.”