The sounds of yelling echoed out within the gloomy halls of the Fright Zone. A certain energy emitting out within an otherwise lifeless place. It was probably waking up some of the sleeping Horde soldiers considering the hour.
"HEY, SLOW DOWN!"
From around the corner, a small mouse-like machine integrated with First Ones tech would whizz across the floor. And following soon after it, it's creator. Entrapta was chasing after the little robot, her hand reaching out to try and snatch it up.
"STEVE! STOP!"
Running in heavy boots and other engineering gear was not ideal. That's why it shouldn't have come to much of a surprise when the pursuer would soon trip and fall on her front with a yelp. She groaned with her face planted into the floor and took the moment to briefly contemplate how she even got into this situation. With a grunt, she soon raised herself up and lost track of where the small robot had gone.
"Oh no, where'd you go...?"
The vibrant little engineer picked herself up from the floor, with some help with her very large additional limbs in the form of the purple hair on her head. She'd start wandering in the general direction of where her cute rodent creation went. This place, the Fright Zone, was almost as much of a maze as the Crypto Castle. Almost. But she could navigate it.
"Steve?" She called putting. "Steeeve!?"
She sure wasn't going to let her creation get lost in such a place. A certain...maternal instinct to protect it was filling her. She was like it's mom! And she had to keep it safe.
The Princess of Dryl soon found the dead-end to the direction little Steve rushed into. The open door to one of the personal quarters of the more higher ranking Horde officers. If Steve went in there...and he clearly did...
"Oh, darn."
She briefly considered an issue, the end to one of her very large pigtails would go to stroke her chin. But her mind would quickly shake them off.
"Hmmm- Ah, the door's left open. Room is probably empty!" She spoke out as though it was an epiphany, her pigtail end gesturing a pair of fingers snapping. "I can go in, quickly get Steve, and get out!"
She wasted no time, and headed in. It was quite dark in there, with the only light coming from the hallway outside. She closed the door so that Steve couldn't run back out. Now it was really dark, but thankfully for her, hiding was going to be rather tricky for Steve. He was designed with pretty glowing lights. Which means in the dark...
"Aha! Found you!"
She found her little creation hiding behind the bed that was centred in the middle of the room. Her hands would reach for it, and grasp it comfortingly in her hands. She designed it to be nice and squishy. Like a plush. She couldn't resist giving it a little squeeze. It made no attempt to resist against her.
This is what she got for designing her robots to be like her. As in, they kept venturing in places they didn't belong. Too easily distracted.
"There, I'm not letting you out of my sight!" She pledged. "At least for the next five minutes. I got work to do. Let's get back to Hordak's lair befo-"
Just as she turned to make her swift exit, the door surprisingly slid back open. The engineer resisted the urge to yelp and simply ducked into cover behind the bed. This wasn't good. Being found snooping around the quarters of a Horde Commander would not look good for her.
Especially with Hordak...
She cautiously peeped over from the surface of the bed. She could see a figure standing at the doorway, almost wholly shrouded in darkness with little more than their silhouette being visible. But soon, they'd step forward and close the door behind them, bumping their fist against the door panel with a bit too much force. With a slight slouch in their posture and some quiet mumbling, they went over to stand by the desk at the side of the room. And, thankfully, opposite from where the princess was silently watching.
"Used me...you used me like everyone else does." They spoke quietly yet bitterly, resting their hands on the desk as they leaned forward over it. "And now Hordak will have my head for it."
They silently remained in place for quite a duration. Still watching, she wondered if this was her opportunity to get out of here. Slowly and quietly, she'd stand up and look to begin creeping out. Just as she began doing so however, a loud bang was heard, and that made her leap back into hiding.
The figure had suddenly smashed their fist against the desk, an intimidating show of frustration. They were breathing rather loudly, an unstable and tired breath being heard throughout the room. After a long sigh, their hand reached for the lamp on the desk, and turned it on. That made Entrapta's eyes light up. The lamp filled the room with a dim yet somewhat cozy illumination. Which was saying a lot for an otherwise unwelcoming looking room.
The light had revealed the figure's features. Feline ones to be precise. The tanned striped skin across their athletic body, the darker coloured tail that was resting limply on the floor and the messy hair that fell from their head, the mane that fell below their pointed ears, the clawed hands that were currently tracing themselves lightly on the desk.
Catra.
She was dressed in her Evil Horde standard sleepwear, a snug pair of shorts and a crop shirt. This was her bed time, no doubt...but of course Entrapta was the type to stay up late working and fuelled by fizzy drinks and tiny sugary treats, and therefore find herself in here at the worst possible time. This was not good. Out of all the Horde Commanders Entrapta could've been invading the privacy of, Catra was the worst one. She knew she had quite a temper, and would certainly prefer getting out of this situation without ticking her off.
Why couldn't it have been Scorpia's room?
Catra looked to be contemplating, sulking to be more specific. Still resting her hands on the table, leaning over some, eyes closed. She simply let out a soft and quiet groan, one of tiredness and frustration. One of her hands went to stroke over her forehead and across her dark hair. Then she breathed out with a huff. Which became a grunt. She would jerk her posture suddenly, her hand going to scratch her neck. She adjusted her clothes, tugging at them as though they were uncomfortable. An irritated groan followed.
"Gagh!"
Her eyes glanced over at the small medication bottle on the table, reaching out for it, snatching it as though she were desperate. She shook it, and was visibly angered when she didn't hear the rattling she expected. In a moment of sudden rage, she roared and flung the bottle across the room. It bounced off the wall and rolled in front of Entrapta. While the princess was frozen still, Catra leaned against the table and continued scratching herself all over and groaning with annoyance.
Entrapta simply remained where she was, her eyes following the bottle as it rolled in front of her. She couldn't help but reach out and pick it up, reading the label plastered on it. She was an engineer, not a doctor...but she was pretty sure antihistamines were used to help with itching issues.
Judging by the stressful display nearby, that should come to little surprise.
Entrapta then caught the threatening sight of Catra walking over towards the bed. She almost squeaked, and ducked further down onto the floor, thinking she had been busted. But to her surprise, she remained inconspicuous as Catra would simply lie her back on the bed with her arms stretched out. With a moody face still, she closed her eyes and attempting to get some rest.
Trying her best not to make a single sound, Entrapta found herself waiting for when she believed the Horde Commander finally fell asleep. That was proving to be an issue for Catra, and therefore a bigger one for Entrapta. She heard the feline mumble and change positions many times, twisting and jerking around.
It was only until she noticed it stop did she decide to move.
Carefully, she rose up. She took a moment to look at Catra lying on the bed, who was lying on her side with her back facing her. Pleased that she was in the clear, she started carefully stepping out of the room. That was a bit tricky considering she was wearing heavy boots. But nonetheless, she eventually made it to the door.
With a big smile on her face, she reached out for the door panel, her finger extending out to press the button.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?"
She heard that yelling in slow motion. Her extended hand was clutched, and Entraptra then found herself roughly pushed up against a wall. She yelped, and dropped her little robot. It panicked, and quickly whizzed out of the room.
"Steve!" Entrapta called out.
Steve should've been the least of her concerns right now, however. Before her, she saw a very disgruntled face looking down at her, the two differently coloured feline eyes glaring into her very soul.
She should've known she couldn't have gotten off easy.
"Hey! Catra!" She greeted her cheerfully, though also a bit awkwardly. "Sorry I invaded your privacy, I was just looking for little Steve. I'll get right out of your way!"
She tried to scoot past her, but an arm would place itself in her way, planting itself on the wall beside her head. Entrapta almost gulped looking at it, especially when Catra would roughly fist the door panel to close off her exit. Her other hand was looking like it was about to gut her, with the claws out and ready.
She was stuck in here with her.
"I thought I could smell something..." Catra muttered under her breath before speaking up aggressively. "HOW LONG WERE YOU IN HERE!?"
Entrapta's eyes widened, but she kept a cool head. And posture. And attitude. Mostly, as her hair did go to nervously twirl its "fingers" around each other.
"Oh, it's not like I saw anything I shouldn't have!" She told her. "Again, I just wanted to find little Steve."
Catra almost scoffed. That stupid little plushy robot...thingie?
"Ugh, how old are you!? You're so..." She tried to find a hurtful word, but in the moment she could only pull out what came to mind first. "STUPID!"
For someone so smart...Entrapta could also come across as so simple-minded. Entrapta hardly looked bothered, though. She was still looking at her blankly.
"Hmm, twenty-nine." She informed her helpfully. "I believe that constitutes an adult."
Catra's first instinct was to express more of her short-tempered mood, but it was quickly washed away briefly with genuine surprise.
"You are SO- wait, what?" She raised an eyebrow, her other hand's claws retracting. "You're twenty-nine?"
She looked at her with a questioning look. And Entrapta simply nodded sweetfully, humming a reply approvingly, eyes sparkling. Her cute display however was only met with more of Catra's judgemental attitude.
"You're a whole ten years older than me...and you STILL behave like a child!"
Catra felt so tempted to just...hurt her. But she had to temper that feeling. Entrapta was admittedly proving to be valuable to The Horde.
And to Hordak most of all.
"You're lucky Hordak likes you so much or I'd be calling for a clean-up of your guts off my floor."
Catra lowered her arm and turned around with a scoff, going back to scratching her neck and groaning with annoyance, walking a few paces from the engineer. Letting her go free. Entrapta should've felt threatened and troubled by what Catra said...but instead she just had this oddly happy look on her face.
"You think he likes me!?" She almost squealed, her hands coming together under her chin.
Catra glanced over her shoulder at her, giving this unpleasant look.
"Ugh, you are so obnoxiously dense!" She yelled out, spinning around.
Catra's fierce look would weaken when she saw Entrapta's enthusiastic face die down and give way to concern.
She decided to just leave it.
"Ugh. Just go." Catra dismissed her, waving her hand to shoo her off. "Get out of here, don't invade my privacy again."
Catra stood there with a firm stance, arms crossed. Entrapta had a relatively saddened look, a rare glimpse of understanding appearing in the eyes of an otherwise single-minded person.
"Are you mad at me?" She had to ask, her fingers going to drum on her chin.
Catra huffed. Contemplated for a moment. Then her eyes narrowed. Then, she began to slowly walk over to her.
"Look at you. So oblivious. So...ignorant." She muttered as she approached in a rather intimidating fashion. "How did someone like you become so favourable with Hordak?"
Entrapta didn't like where this was going. She tried to voice some input.
That was when it hit her. The blocks in her mind, the inanimate mental concepts that prevented her from performing as adequately in a conversation as she would in the lab.
They were always there. But situations like this, more serious moments? It made them so apparent.
"I, uh..."
But Entrapta's efforts to speak up was interrupted when she was once again backed up against the wall, Catra's arms blocking any escape from the left or right.
"Oh right. Because you disobeyed me and went into his lair." Catra went on, leaning in over her, eyes narrowing and judging her. "And yet, somehow, it only went up for you from there. Now Hordak trusts you more than he'll ever trust me."
Entrapta only gave her a consistently alert look with her eyes widened and her posture leaning back from Catra slightly.
"I gave my life to The Horde." She continued rather sadly, more quietly...until the bitterness rose up again. "And Hordak has now chosen a Princess over me."
With the recent business with Shadow Weaver, specifically being her escape, Catra could be assured her career within The Horde was coming to a close. It was just as Shadow Weaver said...
She was losing control.
And she had far more important things to be stressed over to be dealing with a princess that couldn't respect privacy.
"I'm just trying to be helpful..." Entrapta told her respectfully.
"I'm just trying to be helpful." Catra repeated in a mocking tone, mimicking the engineer's unique tone of speaking. "How did I let a princess get this far ahead of me...?"
Her hand would casually go to run its fingers through one of the large lilac coloured pigtails, stroking and playing with the vibrant strands. Entrapta didn't seem too bothered by it, through her eyes did shift to see it happen.
"Why did Adora and her new besties leave this behind...?" She went on in a murmur, her voice lowering. "So annoying yet...so smart and clever."
Her hand then moved to stroke the side of the engineer's face. Again, Entrapta's eyes shifted to follow the finger trekking down her cheek and to her chin.
"...and pretty."
Catra let out a sadistic little chuckle before sighing. Entrapta's eyes would widen further, looking shocked that such a word would be tied to herself.
"Yeah...a pretty little smart princess."
Those feline eyes stared within the very soul of the counterpart magenta ones.
"How could I have let this happen?" She asked herself.
There was a moment of silence as Catra just continued judging her with her eyes, and Entrapta just looking back without a word. It ended up being the latter who would break such silence.
"You...think I'm pretty?" She asked, face still blank.
That was when Catra's intimidating approach cracked. Her eyes widened and couldn't help scan over Entrapta. She would notice the small amount of cleavage that presented itself subtly above the princess' shirt. It wasn't a big deal but...Catra's eyes couldn't help but see it otherwise. When they did, she took a quick breath through her nose, almost choked on it. The Force Captain took a pace back, removing her hands from the wall, her face flushing. A redness began to fill her complexion in her tanned skin. Her hands would subtly go to scratch at herself again, clothes being adjusted. She looked so uncomfortable again.
"What!? No!" She denied fiercely. "Figure of speech! Will you just get out!?"
To her lack of surprise, Entrapta simply remained where she was. Her gloved hands had nervously went behind her back, and the ends to her hair were twiddling their "fingers" around. Looking at her, she could only see that sparkle in those magenta eyes.
"Oh no." Catra's brain said.
"No one has ever called me pretty before." Entrapta said, her face contemplative as her eyes trailed off.
This was certainly getting weird for Catra.
"Okay, you got the complete wrong idea from everything I said." The Force Captain growled.
She crossed her arms, moodily turning her face away to avoid eye contact. Her eyes couldn't avoiding glancing at the princess however, and she saw...such awe. As though the princess had never received a compliment in her life. Those magenta eyes looking at her with such...affection. Fluttering almost.
That certainly made the Horde Captain jerk her face away again, complexion a special kind of red, hot with embarrassment. She could do naught but scratch her arms.
Meanwhile, Entrapta felt emboldened. She didn't think it was possible that someone could call her pretty. It was such a big thing for the princess. The mental blocks in her mind always did make her difficult to deal with in social contexts...so to hear such a compliment from someone was like a exotic occurrence.
She wanted to say something. But communing verbally was hard. Still drawn to Catra however, she took a more physical approach.
She had slowly walked over to the sulking feline, hand reaching out, smile on her face. As soon as the surface of her heavy glove touched the skin of that striped arm...
She was met with harsh resistance.
Catra would roughly swat her hand away, pacing back with her arms outwards and claws presenting themselves.
"WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD!?" She exploded in a fit of rage. "GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW OR I'LL SEND YOU BACK TO HORDAK IN PIECES!"
She wasn't kidding. She looked about ready to spill blood, the way her eyes were twitching, fingers wincing, her tail stood upright, huffing in and out. She looked quite a state.
There was so much more going on that Entrapta didn't realise. As per usual, she got overly focussed on something. But this time it wasn't tech...it was just a simple compliment.
Which led to infuriating Catra.
And all Entrapta could do was lean back from her, eyes wide and face visibly hurt. She didn't understand what she had done wrong, or how to feel about...everything Catra said. But she did know that she overstayed her welcome. Without another word, she'd straighten her posture and her eyes would trail off from Catra and down to the floor instead. The princess would rub her arm with the hand that was rejected before turning around and walking out.
Then the door shut.
Catra finally had peace. She stood there, still breathing in and out rather loudly. She expected to feel a sense of relief, to be glad to have privacy. But instead...only a swelling sensation of guilt swam within her guts.
Then she remembered Adora.
Then she remembered Shadow Weaver.
Then she remembered the consequences that she'd receive if she didn't rectify this whole mess of a situation she was in.
And then this...DAMN ITCHING!
The combined sensations of stress and anxiety and heat within her skin was overwhelming. The Horde Commander would let herself fall onto the wall behind herself, slumping down onto the floor, her arms wrapping around her legs.
Catra tipped her head down, and sulked in all her problems. It was difficult for her to stop her eyes going moist, a single sob escaping her mouth.
It was very late when Entrapta was back to work in Hordak's lab. She was sat at a table, putting some technology together for the portal device. She let her hair do the labour, using her arm as a rest to slouch her head against. She had a troubled, contemplative look on her face. A rare expression for the otherwise bubbly princess.
Due to her lack of focus, the pieces of tech she was working on would suddenly catch fire. Entrapta simply sighed before chucking the pieces over her shoulder, bringing out two new ones.
The flaming pieces would land by a pair of metal feet. Loud, intimidating clanking steps would approach Entrapta from behind. And she had no reaction.
She just sighed again.
By her side, the imposing and armoured Lord Hordak towered over her. The caped warlord would study her, watch her work. He didn't seem satisfied.
"Are you...slouching?" He questioned, unamused and with a blatant sharpness in his tone.
As always however, Entrapta never was intimidated by him. Even Catra didn't possess that quality. She just simply hummed a response, still remaining in her bothered, distracted state.
Hordak grumbled. His eyes moving from her, looking off distantly. The whole while, the princess was looking so distracted. Her brain bothered and focussed elsewhere.
"She called me pretty." She thought glumly.
Yet Catra was so mad at her. This was so confusing. She didn't know what to make of this. She never really was good with people, anyways. Once again, those mental blocks were making it difficult for her to understand.
Entrapta rarely let herself get distracted from technology, a field where she could exceed in without any sort of impairment. Here...she was just herself.
But when she was face to face with Catra in an intense situation...everything changed. Then she would freeze up, choke on whatever words she tried to speak, brain making a futile desperate effort to sort through the complications of...socialising.
But why was it bothering her so much still? She was working on a portal device, the most ambitious project she could've asked for, and had all the resources she required here with The Horde as well as a helpful lab partner even if he was rather grumpy. It was a dream come true for an enthusiastic engineer like herself.
Yet her mind wasn't in the game.
"Force Captain Catra has been redoubling patrols across the Fright Zone." Hordak stated, his red eyes narrowing.
"C-Catra?" Entrapta finally spoke, her attention finally grabbed.
Hordak just glared at her, with those deep red evil eyes.
"Yes." The warlord affirmed. "It's as though she is anticipating something...or someone."
Entrapta watched blankly as Hordak put his mind at work on why the Force Captain was allocating resources back at the Fright Zone when she should be working to secure the advantage she managed to attain over the other kingdoms.
He would then turn his head to glare at the princess before him.
"Make yourself useful while I complete the work you seem to be unengaged in." He commanded her." "Go to Force Captain Catra. Discern why she has made such bizarre decisions. As a...friend of hers, I'm confident you can enquire more successfully than I."
The idea of going back to see Catra wasn't exactly appealing to Entrapta right now. That...angry look on that face was ingrained in her brain. She didn't want to see it again so soon.
"Friend. Ahah, I don't know about that..." She said glumly, eyes moving to the table below her sadly. "I always seem to make her mad."
And she had no clue why. She didn't know what she did wrong. What she was doing to make her upset. Come to think of it, this is how things had always been between them. Catra...being so moody all the time.
It didn't bother her until...now.
Was it all her fault?
"In any case, you will do as I bid." Hordak reminded her.
The princess had a reluctant look but sighed.
"It's late. I should probably wait until-"
A loud slam was then heard, Entrapta almost falling back off her seat as Hordak smashed his fist against the table. With a wide look in her eyes, she silently looked upon Hordak's irritated face homing in on her.
"NOW!" He yelled, making his demand clear.
Later on, Catra grumbled to herself while laying on her side on her bed, hands resting besides her head. The Horde Captain had struggled for so long to get some rest, but her fiery nerves and stressed mind was making it impossible. No matter how many times she'd twist and turn, her body was never comfortable. Her mind was never at ease. The combination of anxiety and concern and...
"Urgh! Why does it have to be this time of the year I get to deal with all this responsibility..."
She didn't sleep very well. Especially as of late. And ESPECIALLY with the recent intrusion of her privacy.
How was someone supposed to get to sleep like this?
With an agitated grunt, she turned herself on her back. Arms and legs parted across the bedding. Higher quality than that of the cadet bunk, but she didn't sleep at all better than...when she shared one with Adora. She would smile briefly, thinking on more pleasant memories. Memories of when Adora would let her curl up on her bed just so the two could always be close, even as they slept.
"Mhm..." She chuckled quietly.
But that smile would soon fade when the feelings of betrayal and abandonment swept in again.
She was idle for a while, her eyes just gazing up at the grey ceiling above her. Her hands would go to scratch at herself again, around her neck, stomach, legs, arms. When she was thoroughly scratched and briefly satisfied, she was idle again with her grumpy face just gazing into the nothingness of the ceiling.
Then she huffed.
With that grumpy look still, her hands began to slowly glide over her striped skin. A more gentle approach from her previous scratching, more delicate and...intimate. The Force Captain groped herself softly. Over her stomach and chest and around her hips. Then her fingertips would slowly crawl under material of her sleepwear. One hand under her shorts, and the other under her shirt. These areas were then given the same treatment that the other places were.
"Hm." Catra breathed softly through her nose.
She closed her eyes and put her mind at work on what she was currently...in the mood for. Letting her imagination run with thoughts and ideas that would make her groped areas feel all that better. As shameful as it would be to admit, her mind typically focussed on Adora. That was just her flavour.
But she remembered her encounter with Entrapta.
And her focus shifted on her.
"Stupid princess." Catra muttered. "Acts so oblivious and innocent."
Despite her bitter words, Catra didn't stop the motions her hands were doing. In fact, they got more intense. She would please herself a little harder, eyes still shut and now breathing some through her mouth. Her mind still focussed on Entrapta.
"Princesses...they all think they're so good."
She squirmed a bit, wriggling her limbs some. All her angst in her mind and body was fuelling the acts her hands and fingers made on her body. She was thinking of Entrapta in such a spiteful manner, and yet...the images of her that she remembered from their encounter was bringing her pleasure. Her pretty face. Her cute messy engineer attire hugging around her shapely stocky frame. That little bit of cleavage she got to witness.
And that...fascinating voice.
Catra had many creative obscene scenes of her filling her head. Despite all the negativity that Catra surrounded the princess in, those thoughts were...comforting. Making all her problems melt away.
For a brief time.
"Hmph. Hmph."
Her huffing and groping grew increasingly intense, and it appeared a climax was approaching with the way her body stiffened. That pleasing sensation of a brief overwhelming spasm of pleasure was nearing, Catra was ready to release a very effeminate moan. But then...
The sound of knocking at her door.
Such a polite knocking. The kind she'd expect from none other than Scorpia. A king gesture that served her nothing more than annoyance.
"Gargh!" She snarled, yanking her hands from under her clothes. "Of course. Just what I need right now."
She swiftly got up from her bed and marched over to her door. When she pressed the panel to open it up, she had her eyes looking up, expecting to see Scorpia's dumb kind face looking at her. But when she did, she saw nothing. Instead, upon trailing her eyes down, she'd see someone else entirely.
"Uh, hi."
That...nasally voice would make Catra's ears twitch. She found herself face to face with Entrapta again. The princess was just standing there, a bit of a shrunken posture and a sincere, almost sad look. Clearly with a different approach with how their last chat went. That was the only reason she wasn't immediately rejected with, say, the door slamming in her face.
Catra would cross her arms, standing straight, looking down at her with narrowing eyes. Her ears would twitch again. She was evidently flustered. Entrapta could see the flushed complexion on that tanned striped skin. She could see her nostrils breathing in a little heavier than usual. And one of her hands was...shaking?
The clues may have been an obvious indication to most. But not to the Princess of Dryl.
"What?" The Force Captain impatiently spoke, clearly in no mood to entertain her further.
Entrapta struggled to form words. When it came to explaining anything to do with technology, she felt like she could talk passionately for...hours. But right here? Nothing.
It certainly didn't help her to be looking at that grumpy, judgemental face.
"What!?" Catra repeated, raising her voice, the anger already seeping in.
Entrapta opened her mouth to speak, eyes widened a bit and trailed off, brain working hard to figure out what to say.
"Uhh, please don't yell at me." She said a little nervously.
That was when Entrapta lifted something up to Catra's eyes. Upon studying it, Catra would find a familiar type of bottle. Medication. The kind she had just recently run out of. It made a look of surprise show on the Horde Captain's face.
But it wasn't it's mere presence that surprised her. But rather the implication of Entrapta bringing her some.
"Where...what are you doing with that!?" She asked aloud, not with anger, but genuine intrigue.
Before Entrapta could even reply, her arm was grasped quite roughly by that clawed hand, she found herself being dragged into the room. She yelped, finding herself entrapped in Catra's domain again.
"Why do you have this?" Catra demanded to know after shutting the door, now holding the object of her apparent distress in hand.
Entrapta almost gulped.
"I...saw that you ran out so I...got you some more." She explained, rather hesitantly, rubbing her arm. "From the medical stores, I thought-"
"Yeah, so you know I use this." Catra spoke out clearly and quite intimidatingly over her. "So you HAVE been poking around here."
That anger that had threatened her earlier, had started to creep back. A feeling of guilt began to whelm the princess. A desire for her to have never come back here was now filling her.
She knew Hordak wanted her to inquire Catra, but that particular detail was lost amongst the many other desires she had to be standing here now.
"Why does it feel like everyone goes out of their way to ANNOY me!?"
The anger was back in full force. And Entrapta had barely gotten to say anything. The princess was just standing there with a blank face, eyes wide and looking hurt while Catra continued on her tantrum.
"You ESPECIALLY!"
The feline went on. And on. And on. Entrapta would only just watch. Her face empty, eyes full of an unspoken need to say something.
Anything.
But still, no words came out. She couldn't think of the words she wanted to speak. And this difficulty...made her miserable.
She was failing once again.
"Everyone here just wants to distract me, subvert me, replace-"
Catra stopped. She looked upon Entrapta, and saw that the princess had her head dipped. Her eyes looking at the ground. The magenta sparkling with a certain wetness. Tears rolling down her cheeks.
Catra shouldn't have cared. She should've pressed on. Yet didn't. For some reason, the sight...didn't please her. All the anger that Catra felt had melted away in that moment. She let out a sigh. It was probably reasonable for her to assume that she...was being irrational.
Entrapta didn't REALLY do anything wrong.
"Oh. Uh..." Catra probed her own brain for a different approach. "But I guess...you're not all bad."
Complimenting someone was harder than she thought it'd be. But she seemed to, at least, get Entrapta to look at her. When those sparkly magenta eyes were on her, Catra felt herself shrivel up some. It was then her turn for her own eyes to look away.
This was gonna be hard to say.
"I don't hate you." Catra admitted, crossing her arms. "I just...you just caught me at a bad time, that's all."
The Force Captain had plenty to be stressed over right now.
"You're...ugh..." Catra's face reddened a little, and lowered her voice. "You're a good friend, alright?"
A smile grew on Entrapta's face, before she sucked in all her tears. It felt very good to hear Catra say that. Making all her troubles fade away. She also looked pretty cute when she was all angsty. But voicing that was impossible for her...was it?
"Aww, really?" The Princess said with a warm look, her fingers twirling around each other nervously. "You're...uh..."
The princess was really rattling her brain for something pleasant to say.
"...very...uh...visually appealing?"
They both look pretty embarrassed when that was said. Entrapta would stand there a little flustered whereas Catra would awkwardly sit herself on the table of her desk with a small groan, her body was really acting up again. That heat in her skin, an inflammatory feeling throughout her insides.
Her eyes would notice the medication that Entrapta brought her, taking it up in her hand.
"Uh, thanks." She said quietly.
That was quite awkward indeed. Entrapta regretted saying that. She quickly sought a way to change the topic, a topic that perhaps she would find much easier to hold such a conversation for. It would have been easy for her to simply bid Catra farewell and leave her alone but...she found herself being too allured.
She didn't want to leave. Especially now that she seemingly got Catra to tolerate her presence for now.
"So...that is antihistamine." She noted.
"Hm."
"So...you're itchy?"
Catra stopped looking at the bottle, putting it aside.
"Yeah." Catra confirmed. "I'm in heat."
Entrapta just blinked. She didn't seem to understand. But she was fascinated.
"That means my body is very annoying." She elaborated with a small grunt, rubbing her arms. "Only happens every so often, but when it does...ugh, just thinking about it makes it worse."
The Force Captain groaned as she flexed her arms and neck a bit, tugged at her sleepwear, scratched at her neck and stomach. It was almost erotic. It made the princess stop breathing, her eyes allured by the sight.
It was an odd feeling,
"Oh." Entrapta simply went, eyes in a trance. "So...those antihistamines help?"
Catra looked at the medication briefly again.
"They help stop my body feeling like it's on fire, sure."
She was taking them every morning to get through the day, then again at night so she could sleep. She went through them pretty fast, and medication could only be prescribed in limited doses here at the Frightzone.
So Entrapta getting some more for her was something she could admittedly be thankful for.
"Hmmm, fascinating." Entrapta stroked her chin. "I always try to help people with my technological expertise. But this seems more biological."
"Because it is." Catra told her. "You can't help me. Well, you helped me by bringing me more of this, I guess."
Hearing Catra thank her was making a pleasant feeling fill the princess' stomach. Being helpful to people and making them like her for such was such a rewarding sensation.
Especially since she wasn't that good at getting friends through her character. It was her way of compensating.
"Alright...anything else?" Catra patiently asked. "Or...?"
"Wait..." Entrapta said quietly, intent on not being thrown out just yet. "So...how long does this go on for...?"
Entrapta was intent on holding this conversation,
Catra raised an eyebrow. The princess really was oddly fascinated with this. And as for herself, she did find it...nice to talk about her problem.
Like an odd form of therapy.
"Hm. It goes away on its own...eventually." She continued to explain. "Or if I get pregnant."
The feline let out a quiet little chuckle.
"But, hah, I don't swing that way."
Once again, the princess blinked blankly.
"Don't swing that way...?"
Catra sighed. Entrapta really was...so oblivious. And she was about a decade older, too. Clearly those extra years haven't made her wiser.
"You're pulling my tail, right?" She had to wonder. "It means I'm into women, you nerd."
Nerd. That's what she called her. Entrapta didn't think nerd was an offensive word. She'd been called it enough. But...the way Catra said it, the rather sultry way she spoke, with her leaning back a bit, the slight smirk on her face.
It made Entrapta feel weird...down there.
But she realised something. She liked it. Liked it when Catra called her that.
And things began to fall into place in her mind.
"So...that's why you called me pretty...?" She asked reluctantly. "Because you...like me?"
Those heterochromatic eyes widened. Catra was hit by a wave of flustered feelings, and that only served to make her inflamed innards feel a lot worse.
"Ugh, no...I just..." Her eyes shifted away, brain coming up with an explanation. "Just because I said it doesn't mean...ugh..."
Entrapta's face began to appear disappointed.
"Oh. So...you were just saying it for no reason...?"
"I...uh..."
Her body was getting extremely annoying now. With a load, irritated groan, Catra would roughly scratch at herself all over. While she suffered, Entrapta would try her best to muster up the courage to speak what she desired to say to her. It had bothered her mind all night...and she was in the perfect position to finally get it out.
But those mental blocks...they were stopping her. And she was so tired of letting them. She had to say it. Right now. Force herself to...
The princess clenched her fists and closed her eyes, before breathing in deeply.
"I think you're pretty too!"
Entrapta was then stiff, eyes shut tightly. Just recovering from the fact she managed to say something so bold to Catra like that.
Overcoming those mental blocks, even if just for a moment, felt like a great task that she had to recover from.
When she eventually opened her eyes, she'd just see Catra still sitting where she was, just looking at her blankly. It was rather awkward.
And that awkwardness was just killing Entrapta.
"That it?" Catra would simply ask. "Anything else?"
Entrapta was stunned. Catra barely cared.
"Uh, n-no." She would only reply.
There was a quiet moment as the two just exchanged looks.
"Hm." Catra gave a contemplating look, studying the princess long and hard. "You know what you need, Entrapta?"
She simply blinked as the Force Captain continued to dissect her with her eyes.
"Some confidence."
The Princess of Dryl was certainly a fascinating person. She had a genius intellect, a nice bubbly personality that could make even the coldest of hearts melt and she was just very pretty. But for all those qualities, she was naive.
Considering the absolute torture her body was currently enduring, Catra wondered how she could use that for her own benefit.
"Uh, confidence?" Entrapta would question.
Catra nodded, gave a polite smile, and beckoned her closer with her hand. It was an alluring sight. And Entrapta couldn't help but get closer, stepping forward toward the feline.
"Mhm." Catra affirmed.
The two just stared. Entrapta's face full of curiosity and wonder. And Catra? Pretty much just a smirk, but her mind was thinking devious things.
Plotting on how to use the princess.
"Touch me." The feline said simply.
Entrapta just gave a blank look, but Catra was certain she saw a wave of utter shock wash over those eyes.
"Touch...you...?" She repeated.
Catra nodded again. She leaned back on her hands some, as though she was just letting her body be vulnerable to her. Entrapta's eyes certainly became fixated on it, scanning over that shapely, athletic build. With those exotic stripes across that brown short fuzz that stretched across her body and those oddly intriguing clawed hands and feet, that tail that was resting besides her on the table.
That weird feeling down below in her body was felt again.
"Uh...okay..."
She reached out, slowly and reluctantly. Hovered her palms out over the feline's collar. It took her a little while but she would eventually place her hands on Catra's shoulders. And took in the sensation. She felt the thin layer of fur atop the firmness of her skin.
The surface was warm. Unusually so. The heat absorbing into her palms.
In heat indeed.
"Hm. Not so bad, right?" Catra asked her, tilting her head slightly. "Why don't you keep going?"
Entrapta had a fascinated look on her face. Her magenta eyes just absorbing the sight, and her palms taking in the pleasant warmth of the skin under the fuzz.
She was hooked. And Catra couldn't help but smirk some when she knew it.
That smirk would dissipate when those hands moved again. She was expecting them to go down, but instead they moved up. Entrapta glossed her hands slowly up her soft neck, then smushed Catra's face, her cheeks cupped in each hand.
"Cute!" Entrapta whispered, very amused to see the Force Captain looking so adorable.
Her hands went over to Catra's big feline ears, and started rubbing and playing with them. Catra eyes trailed off, her cheeks going a bit red.
"Agh..." Catra let out quiet little angsty grunts as Entrapta massaged her ears, before succumbing to the pleasing sensations that she couldn't deny. "Ugh..."
Wasn't quite what she had in mind when she wanted Entrapta to touch her. But regardless, Catra's face flushed further and her eyes shut slowly. Her feline instincts couldn't help but enjoy it. Soon enough, she was lightly purring while Entrapta scratched the back of her ears.
It was actually kinda arousing. It excited her body.
"Mmm..."
Entrapta continued scratching those big cute ears for a while longer, until her eyes finally noticed just how excited Catra was getting. Her sleepwear shirt wasn't doing much to hide the erecting of her nipples, and down further her crotch was...
Oh dear.
That was when she froze.
"Mm, why you stopping?" Catra wondered, eyes still shut and sitting expectingly for more hand-treatment.
When she opened her eyes up, she'd see Entrapta looking stiff and flustered, eyes just glaring at her body. It was actually kinda annoying...she was liking where this was going.
She supposed she was going to have to guide her every step of the way.
"My eyes are up here, Entrapta." Catra told her sultrily, still sitting in that relatively seductive pose with her body leaning back slightly against her hands.
The princess would force her eyes up to look at Catra's, her olive skin getting more and more flushed. She just glared at her silently.
Catra just returned a smirk that grew more intense.
"Well, I suppose if you wanna stare...you may as well do it properly."
With that alluring smug look on her face still, Catra's hand went to grasp underneath her shirt. Knowing where this was going, Entrapta couldn't help but speak up.
"W-wait..."
Catra stopped, her eyebrow raising and her hand moving away from her shirt.
"Hm?"
Entrapta looked like she really wanted to say something, but couldn't. Once again, she could only awkwardly glare.
And Catra used it to push things her way.
"Oh...right." She spoke, understandingly. "Of course."
Entrapta's eyes would blink blankly as she watched Catra's mouth speak every decibel in slow motion.
"You should do it." She would watch the lips say.
That wasn't at all what Entrapta wanted to say, and yet Catra spoke as though she thought she knew. But...Entrapta didn't exactly refuse. She still stood there all nervous and shy...but she was intrigued.
Even if she had a difficult time communicating that.
"I, uh..." The princess would simply say.
Catra was intent on not giving her the chance to say no.
"Here. Let me help you."
Catra reached out for Entrapta's hands, assuringly holding them. Then removing the gloves that covered them, exposing the olive skin of Entrapta's palms and fingers. So helpfully, she'd guide the princess' hands to her body. Specifically, her breasts. Catra just chuckled deviously as Entrapta quivered with the mere sensation of touching her in such a place.
She kept her hands there for a little bit, before having Entrapta touch the underneath areas of her shirt. Urging her to remove it.
"Go on."
Entrapta gulped. That was when Catra's smirk began to dissipate. Her patience was waning thin. She didn't like being patient...in activities such as this? She preferred someone a bit more...confident.
Someone like...
Catra shook her head. No, she wasn't going to let her mind go there.
"You gonna make me wait all night or what?" Catra asked, voicing her building frustration with Entrapta's reluctance and shyness.
The princess blinked again blankly. She was waning Catra patience...and the last thing she wanted was for them to have more tensity between them. She tried to push down any feelings of anxiety or shyness she was experiencing. She wasn't going to let her mental blocks stop her from enjoying this moment.
She WANTED this.
"N-no...I'll just..."
She breathed in, and just...did it. Her hands would go to swiftly remove Catra shirt, pulling it up from her body and over her head. The Force Captain groaned softly as she did so, the slightly irritable but pleasing sensation of her clothes brushing against her body before being relieved of it. Catra couldn't help but chuckle aloud as her claws lightly scraped against the table, sitting with a pleased look in her eyes.
"There...not so hard is it?"
Entrapta just gawked at Catra, eyes fixated on all the new inches of her exposed body. Places of her that she'd never think to see.
She didn't get all the time in the world to just stare, however. She'd see Catra gesture down to her shorts, looking at her expectingly. Once again, Entrapta would just breathe a gulp of air through her nose.
Then her hands moved again.
Catra still had that smirk ever present while Entrapta touched at her shorts. Before long, those were gone too. Yet another groan escaped the feline, followed by sensations of relief.
"Mhm, that feels much better..." She'd say with closed eyes. "But, hah, I sure still have a lot of stress to relieve...•
With her body now fully exposed, Catra would just sit with a seductive look. Sat upon that table, with her legs parting a bit to present every inch of herself.
Judging by what was visible between her legs, she was indeed very aroused.
"Well then, gonna do something about that...?" She'd ask the princess, staring at her just standing there idly.
Seeing Catra sitting there invitingly...Entrapta couldn't get any redder. These emotional feelings stirring up inside were getting too intense. Sweat would collect on her forehead, and her hands were shaking.
It was too much.
Her mental blocks were overwhelming her.
"I...I don't feel..." She spoke out weakly, her hand wiping against her forehead. "I can't..."
Catra wasn't happy, her seductive look gave way to more irritation. Catra sat there with a fire under her skin. She could feel her body throbbing in places, all the stress and heat building up...a desperate need for relief.
Seeing the pretty princess before her only fed these intense feelings.
And that made the throbbing sensations worse. The heat under her skin. She couldn't help but growl aloud.
"Urgh, why are you so weird about it!?" Catra yelled out, standing up off the table. "It's very simple what I'm wanting you to do."
She stood there with her hands on her hips, standing upright in her nude state. Her eyes once again so judgemental as Entrapta looked like she was getting woozy.
Once again, Catra tempered her anger. She'd rub her brow before looking over the princess again. She put on the more seductive persona once more, walking over to Entrapta's side as the princess just watched her uneasily.
"You don't have to be so shy." Catra told her, lowering her voice. "What's the problem?"
Catra reached out and comfortingly placed her hand upon Entrapta's shoulder. She looked at her with an assuring face.
In her head however, she just really wanted some relief.
"I'm just...not very good at..." Entrapta told her, nervously moving her eyes away." "...this stuff."
Catra just let out a chuckle, stepping over behind Entrapta. She placed one hand on her arm, and the other on her hip. A confident show of...possession. Entrapta was still flushed, but seemed to look a bit better now rather than on the verge of passing out.
"Entrapta...you have everything you need to be good at "this stuff"" Catra continued speaking, lowering herself to the princess' ear. "Do I need to convince you?"
Catra gave her a little smirk as her hand on her hip held her a little more tightly, while the other rose up to stroke the side of the princesses' face softly.
"Let me tell you something helpful..." Catra went on, now basically whispering in her ear. "Do you know about subs and doms?"
Her sultry voice in her ear was sending tingles in her brain and down her spine. Entrapta shivered, but remained still where she was, all while the naked Force Captain stood behind her with her hands upon her.
"Subs and doms...?" Entrapta questioned, looking at Catra from the corner of her vision.
She saw that confident smug face nod.
"Yeah. Submissive and dominant. It's quite simple, actually..."
Entrapta listened carefully as Catra whispered into her ear. For a little while the Force Captain would explain the concepts of those terms. Of the dominant figure that possesses control and directs the...activities. Meanwhile, the submissive would simply comply, let themselves be vulnerable for their partner.
It was something that fascinated Catra.
"So you see, Entrapta..." The Force Captain wrapped up her explanation. "You don't need to be good at anything. You just have to..."
That hand on Entrapta's hip began to raise itself up her body, slowly sliding itself across her curves.
"...be your pretty little self, and let me take the lead."
It wasn't Catra's ideal position in these sorts of activities, but...she couldn't be picky with what she was working with here. That being a naive, strange little geek princess...who looked oh so very good to her.
Entrapta was very still, her eyes noticing the hand going up her body. Breathing warily as it got ever closer to more...private areas.
"Can you do that...?"
Entrapta heard that very inviting question. Yet, once again, her mental blocks were at work. She couldn't even give a response, merely look nervous. She wished she could have offered more, but it was like stepping through a wall she couldn't pass.
Catra was hoping for some sort of...confidence to appear in the princess, but her attempts to urge them out was clearly futile.
Maybe she just had to work with what was available.
"It's fine...I don't need you to say anything." She said with a little laugh. "I can basically SMELL how much you want this."
She really could. Catra had a really keen sense of smell. She remembered how she could sniff Entrapta out inside the pipes of the Fright Zone.
Right now? That same sensation in her nose was back. But so much more intense.
"Smell...?" The princess warily asked.
"Mhm."
Catra's hand on that cheek would go to turn Entrapta head closer, closer so she could bring her nose up to her neck. Then the feline sniffed, took in her scent. She could sense the hormones at work within the princess.
"Hm...yeah, you're really turned on right now..." She noted smugly.
Entrapta kept her arms close to herself with a reddening and embarrassed complexion as Catra dissected her with her nose. The feline would bring her face closer in so she could take an intense whiff of her neck, filling her nostrils with more Entrapta.
Then she'd move her head away, and both shudder and groan at the same time.
"Oh yeah, I'm convinced you just want me to...well..." She chuckled. "Hah, do MANY things to you..."
Catra's hand that was sliding up her side would boldly and confidently place itself at Entrapta's breast. The princess would squeak quietly, but remained where she was despite her unease.
"Hmm...not fair that I should be the only one naked. Let's change that..."
Entrapta breathed in. Controlled herself, trying to not feel overwhelmed. But this was only the start of it. Catra's hands were starting to get very interested in her clothes, holding and tugging at them.
"What are you hiding under all this gear...?"
Entrapta's eyes looked up widely up to the brown hand that was stretched over her shoulder and holding something up for the princess to see. In between those slender clawed fingertips, was a pair of underwear
Her own, specifically.
"Mhm, pink huh?" Catra chuckled, amused by the princesses' choice of private attire. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised."
Entrapta's lips quivered a bit. Her eyes looked down at herself, at all the olive skin that was now exposed. Her clothes and gear discarded on the floor. She was just as bare as her companion, now.
The Force Captain let the underwear delicately fall to the floor. Then both her hands went to firmly and almost comfortingly hold Entrapta's shoulders, leaning in to her ear once again. She could feel how nervous she was. She wanted to put her in the mood.
"Still shaking?" She questioned, her hands going to gently rub those shoulders. "C'mon Geek Princess...you're not gonna get cold feet on me, are you?"
Not too long ago Catra couldn't get Entrapta to leave her alone. She basically teased the Force Captain with her presence for so long, and now that Catra was willing to give her...full attention, she was getting hesitant?
Entrapta remained looking forward, face still whelmed with anxiety. She was frozen up, barely able to commune.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to just run away. This was far out of her comfort zone.
"I'm gonna be honest, I didn't believe you when you said you were thirty..." Catra muttered, her hands going places. "But I believe it now."
Entrapta was certainly...physically well-endowed. The kind Catra wouldn't expect from someone her own age.
"What do you say, Entrapta? Do you like getting with younger girls? Girls like me?"
Entrapta got flushed as usual as Catra became smug once again. She found it pretty fun to play with her like this.
Entrapta just had to speak up. As little as it was.
"W-what..."
"Hey, I'm not judging." Catra spoke over her, the confidence and smugness oozing through her words and motions. "I actually think it's kinda hot."
Catra's hand once again placed itself on Entrapta's side. The smooth bare skin a pleasing sensation upon her slender hand. But she didn't stop there. She would move her hand around to the princesses' stomach, before beginning to glide down slowly. The further it went, the more Entrapta's knees would quiver.
"Okay, I think I've waited long enough."
Catra brought her face in to lightly nibble on that ear. So strangely smooth and circular compared to the bigger, pointier and fluffier ears she possessed and was accustomed to.
"I wonder where else I can put my face..." She wondered in a lewd manner. "Maybe these...?"
Entrapta squeaked when she felt a hand grasp at one of her breasts.
"Or maybe even this...?"
Then followed a light smacking noise from behind, Entrapta now gasping, arcing her back a bit in shock. Catra's little devious chuckle in her ear.
Catra was having fun. Entrapta meanwhile was just in a mental struggle with herself. She was filled with so many thoughts and feelings, and didn't know what to do with them. This was the first time she had ever found herself in such a sexually charged encounter.
And she didn't think she was ready.
As Catra's hand got near to the princesses' crotch, Entrapta had a sudden jolt of life. Her hand suddenly held Catra's keeping it in place and by extension away from her private areas.
"W-Wait." She spoke out, her face very conflicted. "I don't think I can...do this."
That...was not remotely the sort of words Catra wanted to hear. It was clear that the princess had a discomfort this whole time, but Catra figured she'd power through it. Maybe discover a different, more rowdy side to herself.
That didn't seem to be. And considered how teased Catra's heated body felt, it was a significant annoyance.
"Of course you can." Catra muttered in her ear. "Don't convince yourself that you can't."
Catra continued pushing for increased lewdness, and Entraota began to wriggle a little too much in response for the Force Captain's liking. In a sudden turn, Catra would roughly grasp at one of the Princesses' wrists, have her turned around to be pressed up against the desk. The princess was leaned back from those narrowing heterochromatic eyes.
"Nuh uh." She shook her head some, raising Entrapta's wrist up while still leaning in. "We're doing this. Your annoying little pretty self has been teasing me all night. Just...standing there. Being you."
Catra had such a fire under her skin, and such throbbing in places. The kind that made her want to scratch herself till she bled.
Entrapta grunted a bit. Catra was handling her wrist quite roughly.
"Besides..." She was continuing, softening her voice some. "You'll love it. I can tell you're a...repressed nerd type."
That sadly didn't do much to ease Entrapta's discomfort. She thought she was out of her league here. Standing here bare with her equally bare companion who looked like she was just ready to pounce on her.
Socialising properly was hard enough for her. This? Even more so.
"No." Entrapta said quietly, almost disappointedly. "I can't."
She thought she saw Catra's eyes twitch, there. Then breathed in, prepared for more of a scolding.
"Listen here, Princess." Catra began to say in a intimidating manner. "I couldn't get you out of my mane all night, and now suddenly you're wanting to run away? No, I'm getting something out of all this annoyance."
Entrapta's older, more mature and shapely body would do.
The princess only looked with a cautious, wide look in her eyes while Catra leaned in further. Their faces close, Catra's hands going to trap up her up against the table, clawed fingers traced and scratching against its surface, leaving a trail in its path.
"This is happening." She stated decisively. "Whether or not you want it."
She was getting pretty scary now. Getting all up in Entrapta's face. Her hands ready to clutch at her. Glaring with narrow eyes.
The princess only remained leaning back, discomforted. In her magenta eyes Catra could see...fear?
That should've made her feel good. Feel powerful. She had Entrapta in her clutches. There to be used however she wanted. And yet...within herself...
Catra didn't feel neither good or powerful. Just...desperate. Sad. Unfulfilled.
That was when Entrapta would see that fierceness in Catra give way to sadness, the Force Captain loosening her posture, her claws retracting.
"Oh, what am I kidding..." She muttered, eyes trailing off. "I'm not the type for this."
The type to control. To possess. To...take. At least, sexually. She totally wanted to do these things to Etheria.
Totally.
"Uh..." Entrapta looked to her side, seeing Catra lean against the table besides her with her arms crossed and her eyes at the floor. "For...what?"
Catra might've answered. But even she didn't quite know how to put the words. All she knew was that, when she looked within herself, she didn't feel the motivation to do...whatever she was about to do. Her body may have been screaming for a certain kind of relief...but what was the point if her heart didn't share a similar passion? There was something missing. Something about this whole situation that Catra yearned for, yet could not receive.
Maybe if Entrapta was bolder. More confident. And blonder. Catra would think of the person perfect for that...
Then she would just simply shake her head. Dismiss any further contemplation on that topic within her mind.
"It doesn't matter." She said, eyes still away from her. "Get dressed. You can go."
Entrapta remained idle for a moment. Just staring at the feline. The pair of them were bare, and yet they both didn't seem to care. That wasn't what was picking at their minds.
"You're still here." Catra muttered more, looking at her from the corner of her vision.
Entrapta exchanged looks with her, before turning away herself.
"I'm sorry." The princess whispered. "I'm not...I don't really..."
Once more the mental blocks prevented her from forming words. From talking about how she felt. But within herself, she was experiencing disappointment. Disappointment in herself...for not being better.
For not being able to be there for Catra.
"It's fine." Catra spoke to stop her. "Don't sweat it."
"Aren't you still...feeling...?"
She was referring to the fact Catra was aroused as heck. Her body tense and frustrated. But it was difficult to indulge in sensations of relief of her mind and heart wasn't in the right place. With Entrapta, nothing was.
"Yeah." Catra confirmed. "But I've endured many things that I didn't like. I'll endure this."
She had her cue to leave. Something Catra assumed Entrapta wanted. And yet here she was, gandering into her face at this very moment.
Looking almost wishfully at her.
Entrapta couldn't find the words to describe how she felt. So she tried actions instead. Considering everything that had gone on here, she built up the courage to do something quite basic. She reluctantly reached out to touch the side of Catra's face, before leaning in to kiss her cheek. Catra didn't shift her eyes at all when she did that, but they did widen, and her expression became of a slight surprise than glum.
Then Entrapta let go of her, smiled warmly, took in Catra's reaction. It didn't look so bad. It actually felt even better to do it. A confidence building up in herself.
She liked this approach better.
When Catra was...softer.
"Hm." Catra gave a slight smile, huffing our through her nose. "Alright, get outta here, Geek Princess."
Entrapta felt more content within. She had taken a leap of faith, did something bolder, and it paid off. Like she overcame her mental blocks for just a moment. Maybe even progressed as a person in general.
She felt good.
The princess stepped off to collect her clothes off the floor. It took her a little while to get back into all her gear, Catra just contemplating the whole while and managing to not get too drawn to the sight of Entrapta getting dressed. Before long, she too was dressed again in her sleepwear, sitting on the side of her table.
Her brain was too bothered for her to be focussed on the fiery sensations under her skin. She was fixated on her moment of weakness. The moment where she couldn't bring herself to just take Entrapta as she pleased, to possess and control. Instead she had...so much more tender desires in her mind. Thoughts of herself feeling safe and valued. Of being placed on this very table by a pair of strong arms, of blue eyes looking into her own, and a pale rosy face glancing down on her with a warm look.
That dumb face.
"Urgh." She scratched her head, putting her mind away from those thoughts.
They made her feel weak and vulnerable. That wasn't what she wanted. Being stronger, being better than this was what she needed to be. Had to be.
So why couldn't she be just that with Entrapta...?
"We're still...friends, right?"
That nasally voice spoke out to her, distracting Catra from those thoughts momentarily. A now fully dressed Entrapta was stood before her, looking at her with a concerned look.
"Oh, uh yeah sure." Catra answered quickly and half-heartedly.
It might've been not so convincing to most. But it sufficed for Entrapta. With a smile and a little wave, the princess left the room with a bubbly walk, clearly feeling much better going out then she did going in.
And Catra...she was left contemplating at the table. Fingers drumming against it. Mind elsewhere.
Looked like she wasn't getting much sleep at all.
