Adora groaned, fingers pumping aggressively between her legs. She grit her teeth, putting everything she had into it, her free hand moving to pinch her clit.
Her back arched as she came, juices adding to the growing wet spot on the bed beneath her. She collapsed, panting heavily as she relaxed into the bliss of the release.
It... did not last long.
She suppressed a frustrated whine, wondering how long she'd be at it. She'd been at it for over an hour now and the fire burning between her legs was more no satisfied than when she'd first started.
Each day it seemed to take a little longer, and Adora wasn't sure she'd even be able to satisfy herself, and would simply wind up physically exhausted with her body still frustrated and desperate. It didn't seem to matter what she did or how, it didn't put a dent in the heat she'd been feeling.
It was like she had an inch on a part of her body that couldn't be scratched. She knew what the cause was of course, and had for days now.
She just.. was kind of hoping she wouldn't have to acknowledge it. The She-Ra transformation obviously altered Adora's physical body, anyone with eyes could tell that just by looking at her.
What was less apparent to on-lookers was the extend to which it did so.
In truth even Adora hadn't noticed at first, as she'd been too focused on panicking, then on fighting, then on training.
She finally realized what was happened the first time she'd gotten aroused while training. It wasn't an uncommon thing to happen, the Horde had raised them to associate aggression and violence with positive feelings.
That combined with how close she was to... her old teammates, it was only natural, and thus was still only natural for Adora now that she was with the Rebellion.
Less natural was the tent that formed when it happened. She'd naturally panicked and lost focused, returning to her normal self. She-Ra was a Dgirl. From that point though, she'd not been able to help noticing it almost every time she changed.
The result had been training and even missions ending with Adora immediately fleeing to her room to sate the phantom desires that had brewed in her body.
She tried to stove off what she was quite sure had to happen. She moved back on the bed, positioning herself on her knees as she bent over, both hands moving between her legs to go all out on herself, fingers assaulting her pussy like it owed them money.
In desperation to quell the fire, Adora even allowed herself to do something she'd quite specifically been refusing to let herself do every other time this had happen: fantasize.
Her fantasies drifted and were quite aimless. They started with Glimmer, Adora's face burning red as imagined her friend, still sweaty from training, slowly disrobing before Adora and sauntering to join her in the shower.
She'd had similar fantasies before, which may or may not have included a certain individual person Adora refused even now to let herself think about. No matter how effective considering that certain someone may have been at bringing her to the edge...
Adora sighed, her fingers stopping. It was too late, she'd thought about Catra. While under normal circumstance such a fantasy could have been-quite shamefully-effective, doing so now, after everything that had happened, their fight.. it assassinated the mood while doing nothing to end her burning desire.
It was this failure that finally persuaded Adora. Everything else had failed, may as well try it. She grumbled as she moved back into sitting position.
She knew what had to happen to get rid of it, but the idea of it was so odd.. but if she couldn't get herself back to normal, it'd stop being just embarrassing and start being dangerous. If She-Ra wasn't on her game in battle or on missions it would be a real problem.
So with a sigh, she reached for the sword, deciding to just take care of it. In a flash, she was in her She-Ra body again, taller, stronger... and stiff as a board.
"Just get it over with." She told herself quietly, slowly moving her clothes to free the member.
It was larger than she'd been expecting it to be; but considering she was over seven feet tall, she really shouldn't have been surprised. She shakily reached out a hand, gripping her member-lords it felt weird to think of it as herself having one-and began to gently stroke herself.
This was far and away outside of what she knew how to do, but she could at least fathom the motions to make it happen.
She bit her lip as the first sparks of pleasure flared up from it. It was more intense than she was used to, probably just from unfamiliarity. She closed her eyes as her hand moved faster, pulling up the usually fantasies she used to bring herself over.
As she breathed harder, member throbbing in her hand, her mental images of these fantasies morphed, grew more aggressive, seeing herself as a Dgirl in them like she was now to better acclimatize, or where she herself wasn't in the fantasy, imaging the dominant party to be one.
Adora was generally rather quiet when tending to herself. Living in the Horde it had been a necessity to avoid everyone knowing. Even when going all out her groans were barely audible.
But she'd never felt it like this before.
Losing herself in her pleasure, she didn't realize how loud she getting, and didn't notice the door opening until it was too late.
Her eyes locked with Glimmer's, her expression going from the worried it had been entering the room to pure shock, as she reached her peak, thick, pent up cum spurting from her member as an even louder groan of pleasure forced itself out of her as hard as the orgasm itself.
She sat panting, mind half shut down from the release, half panicking as she struggled to find words to explain herself to Glimmer, who seemed frozen as she stared.
"Um.. I can explain.."
To those who saw it, apologies for it being nearly identical to the drabble it was originally, but I was honestly happy with it as it was, and feel it sets a good base for the proper story.