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"Catra, listen," started Adora. "We need to stop the invasion. The Horde has been lying to us. These people aren't insurgents, they're innocents."

"Oh, wow. The Horde used us for some sinister purpose. What a shocker," Catra sarcastically answered.

"I'm serious! These people have done nothing wrong! Doesn't it bother you that we're destroying homes and hurting families?"

Catra's lax manner turned cold as she turned her back on Adora. "It doesn't matter what I think. We're not supposed to think. We're supposed to follow orders and carry them out or we'll be punished. It's always when been that way. If you've ever been on Shadow Weaver's bad side, you'd know that."

Adora was about to respond but then it hit her. She's never questioned the Horde. She gullibly believed every lie they spoon-fed her from the moment they found her as a baby. Unlike Catra, Adora was always the perfect soldier and never needed to be disciplined. It only now dawned on her that the Horde didn't just mistreat their enemies, but their own soldiers too. Adora's guilt doubled as she wondered how long Catra had been suffering. Was Catra that good at hiding her pain or was Adora so dense that she never considered it?

Placing a hand on Catra's shoulder, Adora said, "You're right. I should have realized this sooner. But we don't have to go back."

Catra spun around with a shocked expression. "What are you saying?"

"You're always talking about how horrible it is in the Fright Zone. Why should we go back there? There's a wonderful world out here where we can be happy together. Full of nice people and delicious food. We can go somewhere Shadow Weaver can't reach us and make a real home for ourselves. Please, Catra. I can't do this without you."

For a moment, Catra's cheeks flushed and ears perked up but she wasn't convinced. "I...It sounds nice but do you really think we can just get away that easily? What are you going to do when Shadow Weaver comes after us? She won't rest until she's found you and when she finds me-"

Adora took her hand when Catra started panicking and looked her in the eyes. "It doesn't matter what they do. The two of us look out for each other."

After that, Catra was at a loss for words. Something Adora never thought she'd ever see. If they weren't in the middle of an active battlefield, she'd be giving her such a hard time. "Do you even have a plan?" Catra doubted. "Or do you expect us to charge into battle against the Horde army?"

Adora hesitated. Not because she lacked a plan but because she didn't know how to explain it to Catra without sounding insane. While she tried her best to organize her thoughts, the sound of hoofbeats grew louder. Adora turned in time to see it was Bow and Glimmer riding on a horse. Catra quickly slid in front of Adora and withdrew a weapon but was stopped by Adora before she could charge it up. "No, no, they're okay."

"Seriously? One of them is a princess! A fat one too," Catra remarked.

"Believe me, she could be much worse."

Glimmer and Bow dismounted their steed and Adora ran over to them. Hoping that they might be willing to trust her this time. Otherwise, they and Thaymor were done for.

"I need the sword, now!" Adora requested.

"We need She-ra, now!" Glimmer plead.

The two stared at one another befuddled as fires crackled nearby and the princess gasped for air.

"Wait, what?"

"I'm sorry, alright? I should have given this to you back at the temple." Glimmer withdrew the sword on her back and held it out to Adora. All the while struggling to fight back tears. "You could've saved us there but I was stupid and a jerk and-"

"Uh, hello?" Catra butted in. "Is anyone going to fill me in on what's going on before tubby passes out?"

"Her name is Glimmer, and she's just winded from overusing her powers. Bow corrected, taking offense at the rude nickname. "Who's she?

"Oh, right. This is Catra," Adora introduced. "She's going to help us."

"Whoa! Hold on there, I didn't agree to anything just yet. I'm just... I'm still waiting to hear what Adora's great plan is to save this stupid town."

"I think it's better if I show you," said Adora, before turning her attention back to Glimmer. "If you're willing to trust me."

Glimmer shot Catra a nasty look but eased up when Adora addressed her. "I don't... but I hope I can."

Adora reached for the sword but paused momentarily. She was aware that this was the only hope they had of fighting off the Horde and willing to embrace her corpulent, hermaphroditic incarnation. What made this decision difficult was Catra. It was one thing for a bunch of strangers to see her in such a revealing state but Catra was special. She was the one person Adora didn't want to gross out. It wasn't until one of the Horde robots turned the corner and spotted the four of them that Adora was **** to take make a decision.

Adora raised her sword aloft and proclaimed, "By the power of Grayskull!" In a flash, she swelled up like a balloon and her outfit changed. Brandishing her sword, she effortlessly sliced the charging robot in two. Beating Bow and Catra to the punch and leaving the latter flabbergasted. It pained her to see Catra standing there stupefied and taking in every curve and roll on Adora. Every inch of her flaccid, girthy member.

"A..Adora?"

A gurgle from her supple stomach reminded Adora that time was of the essence. "I know this is a lot to take in." Probably not the best choice of words but if she didn't get moving, Adora would cut one right then and there. "But I'll explain everything later. Right now, I need you to..."