A Horde Site/ Finding Answers Within

For an ancient crone, Razz was faster than she looked. Adora might have found that admirable if she wasn't struggling to keep up with her. She'd been building up a sweat since they left the ruins trying to keep up with Razz. It was a good opportunity to work off her belly bump but it didn't feel like it was getting any lighter. If she wanted to work off her weight, she could have done so without getting jerked around by a senile mystic. At least then she could pass gas in private. But no. Adora was waiting on answers and getting tired of waiting.

"Oh, I know you can hear me," Adora accused. "I just—I need you to tell me what to do!"

Razz chuckled, "How would Madame Razz know what you should do?"

Another fart slipped out before Adora could hold it in and agitated her even further. "Look, I left my whole life behind, looking for answers about where I came from and who I’m supposed to be. The Rebellion hates me, I can’t go back to the Horde, and my body won't stop being gross! I wanna do the right thing, but I don’t know what that is."

Razz stopped in her tracks and so did Adora. They stepped out of the forest and onto a field littered with abandoned tanks. Horde tanks. Tree stumps remained as evidence of deforestation. Rendering what was once a teeming forest into a lifeless clearing. Adora looked to Razz for answers and she shook her head mournfully. "Ah, it’s the same old story, dearie. Wicked people destroy what they cannot control."

"They can’t just do this!" Adora exclaimed.

"Once, the princesses would have protected us. But these days... they stay in their castles, protecting only their own lands. Meanwhile, the Horde creeps ever closer." Adora felt sick to her stomach but this wasn't the pie causing her grief. It was guilt. Guilt for ever supporting the Horde. For not doing something sooner. "You’re very like my Mara, you know? Brave, loyal, gassy but afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Adora insisted.

" Dearie…hehe. You ran into the woods and asked the first old lady you could find what you should do! And ate her cooking without questioning it," Razz pointed out. "No one is going to make this easy for you, dearie. Stop waiting for someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. "You’re a smart girl. What do you think?"

Adora hesitated, not because she didn't know the answer. It was just the first time she could remember anyone other than Catra asking her opinion. "I think... this is wrong."

A frightened whinny from over the ridge grabbed her attention. "Horsey?" Walking ahead of Razz, Adora went to investigate. Down in a canyon, the magical stallion was surrounded by Horde soldiers attempting to lasso it. The equine reared up and its gut heaved. It broke free of its bonds but then the soldiers tossed a net over it. Horsey was trapped and couldn't escape, no matter how much it flapped it wings or broke wind. Adora's attention shifted to the Horde camp in the chasm. Horde flags were flying and spotlights were erected and beamed light down on the metallic shelters and the inactive, metallic ship from the camp up ahead.

Adora looked at her sword and didn't worry about whether this would work. Or how humiliating she would look if this did work. She raised her sword and said those five words: "For the honor of Grayskull."

And like that, the opal in her sword's hilt shined brightly and she was engulfed in light. Her body grew taller and thicker. Her belly, breasts, and buttocks expanded, her hair extended, and from her groin grew a lengthy shaft and heavy pair of testicles. Her clothes were replaced with a pristine white dress and skirt with gold trimmings. Equipped with pauldrons, arm cuffs, boots, a red cape, and a tiara. Not only did she feel powerful but she felt in control. She was She-ra and she was going to make this right.

Leaping down, she freed the alicorn with a single slash of her blade. Horsey flew off and Adora gave the Horde platoon one warning to turn off their machines and leave. Rather than listen to her, they obeyed their squad captain when he ordered them to attack. She-ra smacked them down with a swing of dick and hopped on one of the tanks to chop off the cannon barrel and lob it at another tank. She tossed her sword at another machine up on the ridge and her blubber rippled when she hopped off the tank. She turned her attention to the squad captain that was pissing his pants in terror and backing towards the main structure.

He hit a button, the door opened, and he ran in while another squad of soldiers rushed She-ra with energy shields. Undeterred, she bashed the first soldier to reach her with her belly and headbutted the second. A third tried attacking from behind and was blasted by a baritone fart. They tried to stand but She-ra dropped down and crush them under her colossal cheeks.

"She-ra!" Razz called out, as she tossed the sword back. Adora caught her blade and struck the charging opponents. **** was not her objective so she knocked the soldiers back with her blows instead of slicing them in twain. All that gas bubbling inside her was finally being put to use fogging up their helmets and blowing them away. She wasn't sure what felt better: fighting for a worthwhile cause or finally letting loose all that pent-up gas. Even though the air grew stale with her flatulence, she was getting riled up and her cock was nearly stiff as her sword.

At one point, She-ra was distracted when Razz started whacking a soldier ineffectively with her broom and was about to help. When Horsey dove in and stomped on the soldier until it conceded. She-ra appreciated the assistance and was pleased to see Horsey wasn't panicking anymore. Somehow, he looked even more majestic flying freely. But she didn't take kindly to the squad captain firing energy blasts at her equine friend from a tank. She leaped in front of his vehicle, chopped the cannon barrel off, and glared at him. Ready to dish out some more justice and gas.

But then he fired and shot Adora point-blank. Knocking her off the tank and rendering her ****.