Catra Sneaks Out

An opportunity presented itself when Catra noticed Adora stare longingly at that creature from the festival. A horsey, if she remembered correctly. "Y'know, maybe you'd do better if you got some practice outside?" Catra suggested.

"Huh? Oh, no. I shouldn't." Adora hesitated

"You said so yourself. We got to make a good first impression. How are we going to do that if you're having performance issues and can't turn into She-ra?" Adora tried to argue but couldn't come up with a good response. Catra took her hands and said, "You're not get anything done cooped up in this room. It won't kill you to go out and get some fresh air."

"But...but what if Bow and Glimmer return while I'm gone?"

"Duh, I'll stay here and let them know you're out practicing. It'll be fine. You'll probably have it all figured out before they get back."

"You think so?" Adora sounded unsure when she looked at the sword.

"Course I do. Now go out there and turn into a fatty," Catra teased, giving her friend a light hit on the shoulder. Adora was **** but snuck out just as Catra anticipated. No more than two minutes later, Catra slipped out into the hallway and began exploring the castle. There weren't any markings or distinguishing features to tell the rooms apart so Catra instead counted how many doors she passed. The best way she could describe this place was uncomfortably serene.

It was strange trading in the mold-green walls for pinks and violets. It was a amazing that the Horde was able to make these frilly princesses sound threatening in the slightest. That said, her ears did perk up when she heard the rhythmic clanking of armor. She knew the march of a guard when she heard one and Catra was not about to let herself be caught this quickly. it wasn't that the feared imprisonment; she just didn't want to deal with getting lectured by Adora. Catra ducked into the nearest unlocked room she could find and waited for the guard to pass.

Upon entry, Catra noticed that this was another bedroom. The walls and floor were varying shades of powder blue with a balcony overlooking the inlet. A pile of clothes rested on the floor and picture on the dresser showcased a couple acting lovey-dovey.On the other side of the room was a queen-sized bed with two women spooning one another. One had light violet skin, purple hair, and a larger build while the other was dark brown with silver blue hair and skinnier. The latter stirred in her sleep and Catra took that as her cue to hide. She dashed to the nearby closet and hid inside until the coast was clear.

"Hmmmm, morning Spinny," murmured the skinny girl. "Did you sleep well, my little gas bag?" The other woman squirmed and pulled the covers over her head. "Come on, now. You know can't I start the day off without my little pick-me-up." Whatever this woman wanted, Catra hoped she got it soon. She cracked the door open ajar and watched to see what happened next. "Alright, I guess we're doing this the hard way." Catra watched as the woman crawled under the covers which only confused her further.

"What is she doing down there?"

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRROOOBBBBLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!

"EEEEEK! Netossa!"

A thunderous fart blew the blankets off exposing the two women. 'Spinny' was far larger than Catra anticipated. While not as big as She-ra, her belly did spill out in front like Adora's. Her body was covered in a thick layer of soft blubber and her ass cheeks had to be at least twice the size of Netossa's head. At least, that's who Catra deduced was the name of the woman whose head buried in the crack of that gassy ass. Catra was sure she was going to be sick but Netossa didn't. If anything, she was huffing it as if it was giving her a high.

"Hmmmph! Now that's more like it," Netossa cooed.

"Ughhh, didn't you get enough last night?"

"You know I can't get enough of your farts~"

"You're insatiable," teased the purple one.

"And you're my all-you-can-eat buffet." Netossa cupped her dimpled derriere and planted kisses all over. Eliciting giggles from the gassy one and a couple more puffs. Catra scrunched her nose when the stench finally reached her. It smelled worse than Kyle's dirty socks. How Netossa could stand to be struck at point blank range was a mystery. An oddly enrapturing mystery.

"You know this is going to cost you."

Netossa brushed it off. "I'll make sure to pay you back tonight, Spinny."

"Not good enough," rejected Spinny. She smacked her lover in the face with her buns and knocked her back. Spinny turned over, revealing an impressive pair of sloping breasts that could easily fill Catra's palm, and her stomach shifted to cover her crotch. "Your goddess demands attention this instant."

"Oh ho! And what does the grand Spinnerella demand?" Netossa pretended, going along with the bit.

"That you finish what you started." Spinnerella used both hands to lift up her stomach and spread her thick thighs to a reveal her longing labia. Much to the horror of their unknown audience. Catra was tempted to leap out now before things got worse but was sure that she wouldn't be let off easy for peeping. Who knows what the palace guard would do? Or worse, if 'the goddess' intended to punish her personally.

"Don't you want to grab some breakfast?" suggested Netossa.

"Not a chance. You should have thought before you woke me up~"

The two giggled and Netossa crawled over to her. There was a chance that she could sneak out while the two went at it but it was a big risk. It would be a lot safer to wait this out and hope that the two were like her and okay with wearing the same clothes two days in a row.