It started as something small. Like a growing pain, or pulled muscle. Adora had written it off for the first few weeks, putting it under exhaustion. Violet had recently begun school, and Adora was determined to get her pre-war figure back, so she was in the gym lifting weights and running a mile every day. At least until she missed her period. Sure, she'd written that off as well, seeing as she'd never had a "regular" cycle, in thanks to the Horde's brutal routines and regulations. Yet, something about that particular miss made her immediately buy a pregnancy test from the local markets. She and Catra had decided to have a baby together once Vi was at school. So, Adora had gotten the rune done at Mystcor and began...trying. They'd also decided that any children they have would be carried by Adora. When Catra was asked if she, too, would like a rune in case she wanted to try carrying, Catra shuddered and venehamntly refused. And tried they had. Most nights, long after Violet had gone to sleep, of course.

So, when Adora walked into their little cottage after buying the pregnancy test, her mouth fell agape.

"Heyyy, Adora," Catra purred from the couch. The bag holding some fruit and the test dropped to the ground. "H-hey Catra," Adora stuttered. Catra lay there in, possibly the most revealing, lingerie. The magicat stood up, displaying a paper bag by her feet. She hooked a finger through, sauntering over. Adora felt her throat go dry. "Here... I bought us something," Adora numbly took the bag, clearing her throat. "Um... w-why?" She could only ask. Catra hummed lightly, her tail reached to curl tightly around Adora's thigh. The blonde's belly grew tighter, and not with nausea. "Why not? It's been just over five years now... why not commemorate?"

Adora cleared her throat softly again, peering into the bag. "Oh wow…"


Catra shifted on the bed, bringing her knee up to Adora's middle. She pressed her lips in for a bruising kiss, gently pulling the blonde down against her knee. Adora's breath shuddered. Adora's tongue flicked along her lip. Catra moaned softly, kissing hard, fueled by passion and hunger. Catra's hands roamed Adora's back as she pressed closer Catra's torso, both knees still firmly in place, adding friction to the moment. Adora's arms rippled with muscular strength as she hovered over Catra's form. The magicat moved a hand to Adora's chest. "Are you sure?" Adora asked breathlessly. Catra gave a singular nod. She began to play with Adora's breasts, cupping them with her palms. She moaned deeply. Catra's body pricked with goosebumps. Catra readjusted her hand, moving it to the top of Adora's thigh. Adora groaned from Catra's neck, sucking tighter. Catra hissed. "Whatever you do, don't stop," She commanded. Adora's mouth moved up to Catra's lips, kissing heatedly. "What?" She whispered against her teeth. Catra shook her head, "Doesn't matter," She answered breathlessly. She undid Adora's ponytail and ran her hands through the loose hair. Adora leaned down, sucking on Catra's neck again. Adora moved her knee closer, shifting it forward and backwards. The magicat panted as Adora sucked on her neck. Catra copied Adora's action, bringing her knee closer, but a wave of goosebumps took her off guard, making it jerk harshly. The blonde stuttered in her sucking, eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as she exhaled shakily. She began kissing down Catra's body, reaching her belly button. Catra whimpered lightly. She tipped her head back, panting as Adora reached her hips. "Can I?" She whispered.

Catra's hands roamed her back as she jerked her knee. "Uh huh," She mumbled in consent. Adora shuddered as Catra's body jerked again, forcibly moving her knee against the blonde's womanhood. She faltered briefly, panting softly. "You- stop," She dug her fingers softly into Catra's hips. "Stop what?" Catra asked breathlessly. "Mm," Adora bit her lip as Catra moved her knee again, deliberately this time. "That," The blonde insisted. "You always make me finish first. I want us to try and do it together," Catra argued, slowly the movement to a gentle rhythm. Adora groaned from her throat. "Keep doing that, and I'll be done long before you," The blonde's pupils were blown with lust, even Catra could see that.

Adora moved up again, bringing her leg up. Catra stared into her girlfriend's eyes, leaning forward to-
"Gah!" Adora's body glitched, turning into She-Ra for the briefest second.

"Whoa, shit, Adora!" Catra shoved her off to the side, sitting up straight. Adora's body flickered white then gold then green then gold, writhing on the bed. "What the fuck!?" Catra reached her hand out to squeeze Adora's shoulder. The blonde groaned loudly, grabbing her head tightly. "What's going on? Adora!" Catra frantically looked around for the sword, usually the thing that was used to control She-Ra, but then realised Adora had broken the sword over five years ago. "The sword! Get the sword!" She hissed. Adora's eye cracked open a tiny bit as she extended her hand. "For…. for the honour of Grayskull!" Still unused to the bright light, Catra shielded her eyes from the glow. When the assaulting bright light faded away, Catra was face-to-tits with She-Ra. She scootched backwards, blinking as she tried to piece together what the fuck had just happened. Adora, it seemed, was in the same boat. "What the ever-loving fuck was that?" Catra hissed. Adora glanced at her hands, clenching and unclenching her fists. "I-I don't know… it's never been this bad before," Catra narrowed her eyes. "Before?" She scooted closer. "What do you mean this has already happened?!" Adora winced slightly. "Um… kinda?" Catra felt her claws start to come out. "In my defence, it only felt like a pulled muscle!" Adora tried to placate. Catra forcibly released the breath she was holding. She pinched her nose tightly, exhaling forcefully. "What have we said about keeping stuff from each other, Adora?" She asked.

Adora wrinkled her nose. "So I'm supposed to tell you every time I have a boo-boo?" She snarked. Catra rolled her eyes. "Obviously not," She hissed. "Then how was I supposed to keep this from you, Catra? I thought it was a pulled muscle. End of," Catra's tail bristled. "Don't get shitty with me," She warned. Adora huffed, squeezing the hilt of the sword tightly enough for her hand to go white. "Whatever. I'm gonna go for a shower," Adora, still clad as the eight-foot tall warrior goddess, stomped out of the room and into the kitchen, shuffled around, then stomped back in, hitting her head on the doorframe as she stalked into the shower room.