Author rambles:

Here we are again. Wow. I'm excited to be able to continue the next chapter in such a short period of time.

Now, to the fun stuff. Stay safe and enjoy

Song:

Billy Eilish- everything I wanted

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"Please, just don't tell Hordak," Catra said. She stood defenseless and embarrassed. This was different than any other order she had been given. This was crossing a line of vulnerability. She went from crossed arms, to holding herself, unable to make eye contact.

It wouldn't be the first time Adora had seen her naked. The difference now was the fact that they hadn't shared in any intimacy since her betrayal to the Horde. Her body was the same, but her mind was different.

Adora pulled at her wrists, attempting to loosen her knots. "Catra, you don't need to do this."

"Shut up!" Catra yelled. Anger swelled in her chest. How dare she tell her what to do again! How could this be Adora's weakness? Was it that she really thought Catra was repulsive? All the times they shared before, was she really that disgusted?

Catra removed her headpiece first. Then she reached behind herself and unzipped her suit from the neck down. With it falling over her shoulders, exposing brown fur, she slipped her arms out and tugged the rest down. She sat and tugged off the Horde uniform from her ankles and tossed it to the side.

With her knees pulled to her chest, and still wearing her underwear, Catra looked to ShadowWeaver. "There. I don't know how this is suppose to work. This is so dumb."

ShadowWeaver looked to Adora who was focused on the door behind them. She could tell she was planning an escape plan.

"All of it. Including your underwear," ShadowWeaver demanded.

Catra groaned and pulled them off while still sitting down.

She turned her back to Adora and sat criss-crossed. "I'll never fucking under—"

"Stand and go to her. I want you to straddle her and force her to look at you." ShadowWeaver said.

Catra froze. This was more than what she thought. Her body shook but she tried to control it. Was… ShadowWeaver having her assault Adora? She stared at the ground in front of her, paralysis controlling her body.

Adora jerked her head towards ShadowWeaver and blushed. "You can't do this. This is going too far. How could you do something like this to either one of us?"

"Nothing is fair in war, Adora. I thought you of all people would have understood this. I taught you for years, yet you can't seem to wrap your head around it. I saw into your mind. I know your most shameful thoughts and daydreams."

Adora glared and tugged even harder at the ropes holding her ankles together. "This isn't right."

"Catra. Follow the order," ShadowWeaver pointed.

'If I don't go… she'll go to Hordak. This is for war. And if the disgust of me is her weakness then I have to do this. We have to win,' Catra thought. She forced her legs to stand even though they trembled.

Turning in the full nude, Adora glanced from ShadowWeaver to Catra. She locked onto her, unable to turn away from her naked ex-friend.

"What are you doing, Catra? ShadowWeaver is right there and you're just going to what? Force me?"

ShadowWeaver interjected, "Is it really force, Adora? I saw what you really think about Catra. I could just tell her and she would—"

"NO!" Adora shouted, face turning red. She struggled harder.

ShadowWeaver hovered over to Catra, now behind her and placed her gray, dead in color, hands on her shoulders. "What's holding you back, Force Captain? Are your feelings getting in the way?"

"N-no! I don't have feelings!" Catra shrugged her off and marched towards Adora.

"Catra?..." Adora called out, attempting to squirm backwards.

Once she stood before her, Catra snatched her by the collar and sat atop the Rebellions hero in the complete nude. She grabbed her face by cupping her chin and forced her to lock eye contact. Bi-colored eyes bore into Adora's blue ones. Oil and sweat mixed with her natural scent. Catra shook her head and attempted to brush the smell away. The smell she knew for years that was meant comfort, now plagued her.

Adora's heart pounded inside her chest. Words caught in the back of her throat then disappeared, leaving her without a way to say no.

"You're that disgusted with me, huh? All those times growing up… you and I." She blushed but the hurt remained. "I bet it was entertaining to you, watching me struggle and beg you. I understand it now. Well, you're about to be really sick from being around me because whatever I need to do, I will. I'm going to win, Adora."

Catra moved Adora's head slightly to expose her neck. Leaning down, she bit down hard to claim her. Adora squirmed beneath her as she twisted her hips to knock the Horde's Force Captain off.

"Catra, please!" Adora cried out, weak and unable to defend herself.

She bit harder and pulled the ponytail holder from her hair. Blonde locks fell around her shoulder and Catra grabbed a handful. As she released her bite, she tugged her head side to side, taking advantage of Adora. From her exposed collarbone, Catra licked upwards and trailed to her ear.

She whispered out of earshot of ShadowWeaver. "I know how much you love saliva and other body secretions. I'm realizing they didn't actually disgust you when we were younger like you said so many times. You're weird sex kinks weren't actual issues. It was an excuse to cover up how much you loved messing with my head. You just wanted to be selfish and use me to feed your ego." Adora attempted to pull away but Catra snatched her back.

Adora winced in pain. "You don't know what you're talking about. You've let ShadowWeaver get to you."

"Shut up, Adora!" Catra yelled before slamming her head on the ground. She grabbed her tied hands and pinned them above. "I'm so sick of you always using everyone and acting like your so high-and-mighty. At least ShadowWeaver and I are truthful about our manipulation. You? You're worse than both of us."

"I didn't manipulate you!" Adora yelled. Catra scoffed and leaned down. Her tail flickered her as she bit Adora's earlobe. "You don't have to do this!"

ShadowWeaver called out, "Check to see if she is aroused. If she is, then this confirms what I saw. After that you can stop and get redressed.

Catra jerked up but held her grip on Adora's tied hands that were pinned. "You want me to what?! How does that—"

"STOP QUESTIONING ME OR I'LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO IT FOR YOU!" ShadowWeaver yelled.

Catra growled in frustration and reached her free hand down to Adora's pants to unbuckle them.

Adora begged, "You don't have to do this!"

"Yes I do! Do you know what will happen if I don't? You don't know what its been like for me since you ran off to play some stupid hero. Someone else will take my spot and I will be nothing. Ill have nothing!" Catra hissed back. After she unbuckled Adora's gray uniform bottoms, she unzipped them.

Adora froze at her words. Her heart sank and she dropped her knees. Catra blinked in confusion and paused her action. They're eyes locked again. Adora's expression, grim and embarrassed, caved.

Catra blushed as well, but then looked away. Not as rough as before, she slipped her hand inside Adora's underwear. Catra hesitated from touching her womanhood. Memories of them from a year ago flashed through both their minds. Catra took a deep breath and continued anyway, but much less rough.

Wetness soaked Adora's panties and the touch of Catra's fingers sent her squirming. Adora bit her lip and shut her eyes. Fingers, now covered in her ex-friends arousal, caused Catra's body to ache. Adora grimaced and shivered from the sensation of Catra touching her. Sitting atop Adora's exposed torso, she averted her eyes, not being able to look at her since she was also embarrassed and wet.

"What did you find, Force Captain?" ShadowWeaver asked.

Catra removed her hand and the smell of Adora's juices invaded her nose. It was the only thing she could focus on. Another string of memories flooded her mind of them in previous times before the betrayal.

"Ahhhhhh!" Catra screamed, hopping off Adora. "She's wet. There! I'm done!" She marched over to her suit, naked and also horny. Quickly getting dressed, she replaced her headband last. Adora, turned on her side and faced away. She had been exposed and now felt vulnerable. Defeated. And worst off, she wanted more.

Catra ran to the door and opened it from the keypad. She glanced back at Adora on the ground.

ShadowWeaver cleared her throat and dusted her robe. "Don't think we've finished Force Captain Catra. I doubt this will be the only session needed to break her. Be prepared for more encounters like this moving forward. You understand?"

Catra clenched her fist and didn't speak. She walked through the doorway and they shut behind her as she left. Racing down the hall, she turned the corner and slammed into Lonnie's shoulder.

"Hey!" Lonnie yelled out. Catra stayed focused as she raced all the way back to her dorm. Once inside, and by herself, she pressed her back against the wall and slid down. Knees pulled to her chest, she stared at her hand. The image of reaching into Adora's panties and making her squirm flashed through her mind. It wasn't the first time.

Although, she never thought it would happen again. Yet, here they were. Catra could still smell her. Her mind swirled with half sentences she couldn't finish and intrusive images of Adora. Some thoughts of what had just happened; some of when they were sexually active and exploring their bodies together a few years back. She glanced to the sink of her room but then back to her fingers. Gulping, she tried to avoid the thought of remembering her taste and they way it felt to please her. How she sounded. Her uneven breathes in her ear. How they always had to try and be quiet so noone could hear but they were sure everyone knew. She had to avoid the thought of when Adora was hers.

'She really is screwed up. How can she be so wet if she thinks I'm repulsive?' Catra thought. Tears welled in her eyes but she refused to blink so they wouldn't fall. She placed her head on her knees and hugged herself tight with her tail curled around herself.