Authors rambles:

Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of my She-ra fanfiction and I am SO excited. Eeeep~ Anyway, I hope you enjoy the smut that comes from following chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or world depicted within.

Thanks for reading and I hope you all stay safe! BTW, sometimes I will include songs with the chapters as well. I don't any of the music either!

Miley Cyrus's- Prisoner

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Crimson skies permanently paint clouds in the Fright Zone. It was the last thing Adora had saw before going unconscious. Smug from manufacturing robots and other weapons tainted the air. Steel and other metal corridors echoed footsteps as soldiers dragged their dazed prisoner. They held her on each side, with her wrists and ankles bound to prevent her escape. No sword or friends from the rebellion to help bail her out.

With blonde hair disheveled, Etheria's hero—swordless and weak—groaned from the stabbing pain in her skull. As they drew closer to the next door, Adora opens her eyes again. She blinked repeatedly, immediately regretting her actions. Soreness plagued her body. The soldiers carried on without regard to the bruises covering her neck, face, and exposed torso. At some point, her shirt had ripped in the last battle before being captured. She didn't know when or how.

An image of Catra flying from the rock wall flashes across her mind. Claws and fangs from the Horde's Force Captain reached towards her as darkness took over at the same time. Now, she was somehow back inside the main headquarters. Her body ached and her head was plagued by a piercing pain.

"How did I…" She groaned, trying to stand. Her feet drooped incapable, barely moving when she tried. With her vision clearing, Adora analyzed the hallway they turned down last. A few feet ahead, ShadowWeaver's doors stood open, ready and waiting for their company. Adora's heart sank as they drew close, trying to pull her arms from the Horde soldiers carrying her, feebly attempting to escape.

Green lights fade to red as they pass into her room. To the left, leaned over her bird-bath shaped cauldron, ShadowWeaver swirled some kind of thick liquid with her hand.

"Leave her," the sorceress called out. They glanced to each other and then dropped Adora on the spot.

From around the black garnet, Catra snickered. "Awwwwww, look at you." Her tail swayed behind as she walked towards the fallen hero. "All bound and back home. I can only—"

"Enough!" ShadowWeaver shouted. Darkness around her grew while she removed her hand from the magical mixture. She hovered over, inched closer, and inserted herself between Adora and Catra. She leaned down and stroked Adora's cheek with her wet hand. Goo stuck to her face; Adora flinched.

The Rebellions hero jerked her head away in defiance. Catra stared at the two, holding her breath. She clenched her fists but refused to move.

ShadowWeaver stood again and returned to the magical brew. "Bring her here."

Catra glanced to the mixture then back to Adora. Growling, she marched over and grabbed her by the collar. After she pulled her over, both Catra and Adora gazed down into the gently spinning potion. Onyx black in color, ShadowWeaver placed both hands on the rim of the cauldron. Her gray fingers tapped against the edge.

"I would have normally erased your memory, Adora. Brought you back to us as if you were brand new," she said. Adora looked up, blue eyes searched ShadowWeavers mask. Catra's ears laid flat as her thoughts raced at the idea of her enemy forgetting everything, including her. "But that was vetoed by Lord Hordak. He wants to try… a different approach."

Adora's heart begged to jump out of her chest. Being back in the fright zone, with the person who tormented her, manipulated her, sent a rush of adrenaline through her body. She tried to turn and run but fell to the ground because of her ankles being tied. She pulled and tugged her wrists, trying to loosen the rope. Biting down on the material, she attempted to pull the knot free.

"Hold her up, we need to submerge her face into the mixture," ShadowWeaver said.

"No!" Adora yelled. Catra stepped towards her, grabbed under her armpits, and yanked her body upwards. Struggling against her strength, Catra stumbled twice before forcing her against the bird-bath shaped cauldron.

"It'd be nice if you helped me out here!" Catra yelled, regripping Adora's shoulders.

ShadowWeaver glared at the Force Captain then reached towards the Rebellions hero. Red energy encapsulated the outside of Adora's body, forcing her to cooperate. Catra glanced into the dark goo again, hesitating to push Adora in without knowing what it would do.

"What are you waiting for?" ShadowWeaver asked, but more as a statement than a question.

"You just want me to drown her? For how long? When do I pull her up?" Catra asked but calmly, trying to hide any sense of worry.

"Only a minute or so. This potion is specifically designed to see into the mind of whoever is chosen. We're going to look into her heart and see what it is she desires the most. Then use that to our advantage."

Catra scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You don't know? Her precious stupid little friends are her weakness, Dum Dum. This is stupid! We should get Princess Sparkles to try and rescue her THEN capture the stupid girl as well! Queen Angela—"

"Shut your ugly mouth and submerge her face! You are BENEATH my command and these orders were given directly from Lord Hordak. So shut your mouth, you little ungrateful brat and DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO!" ShadowWeaver screamed.

Catra jumped back, ears folded down in fear. She glanced to Adora who stared directly at her. Big blue eyes begged for mercy but Catra turned away. As Catra took her ponytail in her hand, she shoved her face into the goo, holding her there.

After a few seconds, ShadowWeaver cast a spell in front of herself and wiped some of the goo over her mask. The red symbol drawn with perfect symmetry, span slowly in place.

Adora, frozen and unable to fight back, holds her breath as long as possible. Catra, with the feeling of Adora's hair in her hands, gripped her ponytail tighter. She couldn't look at her old best friend being drowned especially with already struggling to fight off the intrusive thought of releasing her.

Within two minutes, ShadowWeaver finished the spell and the red energy circle in front of her mask and surrounding around Adora's body, vanished.

Adora threw herself backwards, forcing Catra to lose hold of her. The Rebellions hero hit the ground hard, goo covering her face, as she gasped for air.

"I thought you were above that nonsense, Adora… What a pity. I should've known," ShadowWeaver said, clicking her tongue.

Adora wiped the gunk off her face. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

ShadowWeaver turned, with her arms now crossed, to Catra. She looked her up and down before groaning.

Catra shook her head and glanced between the two. "I don't get it. If you could explain what happened with your dumb little spell, we both might know what you're talking about." She mimicked ShadowWeaver by crossing her arms. Her tail flicked with annoyance.

"Fine then. You want to know so bad? Get naked and see for yourself," ShadowWeaver demanded.

Blinking twice, Catra looked around the room and behind her. Then she turned to ShadowWeaver again.

"Uh, there's no one else here. And I know you aren't talking to me," Catra said.

ShadowWeaver let out a long sigh and shook her head. "You can't be that dense. If you don't do what I say, I'll report your insubordination to Lord Hordak and you can imagine the rest from there."

Catra turned red in the face, embarrassment flushing over her. "I am not getting naked. Are you crazy?! Both you and Adora are right here!"

"The point is that Adora is here. I'm just observing her reactions to confirm what I saw within the spell. I could care less about you in a nude state." ShadowWeaver explained. Catra looked to Adora who's face was now the color of her ripped jacket. "I'm not going to ask you again," ShadowWeaver hissed.

Catra gulped and took a step back. Fear infected her muscles, stopping her from listening to ShadowWeavers command. Naked? They were nineteen so it's not like they were kids anymore, but this situation didn't make sense to her. Unable to move, ShadowWeaver turned for the door, ready to report her.

Anxiety followed fear, poisoning Catra's body. "OK!" She hollered. "Ill do what you say!"