Adora's First Night Alone (Re-Upload)

(For some reason, the original upload keeps getting redirected to a Bad Gateway page. So I'm just reuploading this so people can still read this chapter until the original gets fixed.)

Once they were excused, Glimmer gave Adora the grand tour of the castle. The final stop was Adora's room that Queen Angella gifted to make her feel at home. Yet she didn't feel at home when the guards she passed silently judged her and whispered to each other when they thought Adora couldn't hear them. She could have sworn they used the phrase "tub of lard" and "disgusting she-cock".

"Okay. You've seen the dining hall, the throne room, the portrait hall," Glimmer listed. "So, the last stop on our grand tour is... your new room!" Glimmer opened the upcoming door and escorted Adora inside. The walls were a garish shade of pink and the ceiling was so high even She-ra would feel tiny. Glimmer went over the various features that adorned the room from the various crystals strung around, a puffy purple bed covered in cushions, and the waterfall filling a pool near the balcony. Having spent most of her life sharing a barrack with thirty other people, it was overwhelming to have this much space to herself. Half of which she didn't know the purpose of.

"Is the waterfall for showering?" Adora wondered

"Ha! Good one, Adora," laughed Glimmer, clutching her sides. "Waterfall for showering, haha! Haaaaa. I'm right down the hall if you need anything." She took her leave before Adora could get a word in leaving the heroine of legend to her own devices. Unsure of where to start, Adora sat down on her new bed to reflect on how much has happened over the last four days. As soon as she sat down, Adora sank into the bed and was nearly enveloped. Pillows surrounded her and threatened to bury her if she wasn't careful. It was a stark contrast to the stiff mattress her rigid back was accustomed to.

Gripping the sword, she summoned She-ra and transformed into the gasbag. The bed creaked and with her wider frame, Adora was no longer in danger of being swallowed by silk. However, performing a simple sit-up was an issue. She tried to push herself up but her palms sank into the mattress. Adora had to grab her chunky thighs for support and dig her fingers into her doughy adipose. It was like someone strapped a sleeve of lard around her legs and melded it to her. As soon as she was upright, Adora let go and caught her breath. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?"

As stifling as it was back in the Fright Zone, at least Adora didn't have to worry about what to do with her downtime. Mostly because Catra was the one who devised all of their plans and Adora was responsible for keeping her in check. It slowly dawned on her that this would be the second night where Catra wouldn't be sleeping at the foot of her bed. What she wouldn't give for her to jump out of the shadows and pounce her like old times. Standing atop of her with that confident, cute smirk of hers. Her breath on Adora's face.

A tingling in her nethers snapped Adora out of her daydream. Her cock was pulsing again; growing rigid and lengthening past her knees. As terrifying as it was to see her new appendage act on its own accord, Adora was compelled to reach and grab the shaft. She gasped at its sudden sensitivity but did not pull her hand away. Instead, she slowly traced her finger down the length and shuddered at the joyful jolt it sent through her system.

A fart sputtered out of her but the smell didn't bother her. If anything, it felt nice to just let one rip without having to worry about someone hearing or smelling. Adora dared to use a second finger to rub and stroke her cock and then hooked her thumb around the shaft. It amazed her how much better it was once she applied a little pressure. Those three digits wouldn't satisfy her for long. Her dick kept growing thicker and longer. Her penis was rigid as a spear and required her whole hand to stimulate.

She broke wind again and it was even better than the last. Adora leaned back and used her other hand to pull back on her stretched foreskin. The air reeked of rotten eggs but did not hamper her experience in the slightest. If anything, it accentuated it. She-ra didn't hold in her gas nor did she repress the images of Catra that flashed in her head. Images of Catra there with her and running a claw up her shaft. Teasing how fat she's gotten while prodding and groping her fat folds. Commenting on her gas and how worked up Adora was getting.

"Catra..." Adora whispered, her excitement rising to untold heights. Rather than question this sensation, she surrendered herself to the motions and longed to see how far this would go. There had to be an end in sight but she wasn't sure what it was. Speaking of ends, Adora spotted something through her half-lidded eyes at the end of her prick. A clear droplet slowly trickled and dangled from her dick like syrup.

Adora's first thought wondered if she pissed herself but did not stop what she was doing. More droplets seeped out and pooled by her feet. She thought about stopping but couldn't bring herself to let go. All of this was building to a momentous conclusion that terrified and excited her. Rising to her feet and belting out a louder butt blast, She-ra waddled over to the waterfall and positioned her dick over the water. That solved the first issue but that last fart elevated her pleasure and brought her to an unbearable high. She-ra gripped and stroked harder as if something was stuck in her shaft and she had to massage it out. A flicker of fear flashed in her mind about this unusual experience that felt as wrong as it did wonderfully. That was drowned out by the thought of Catra taunting her for being such a bad girl.

Such a thought was too much for her. She-ra cried out and an eruption of sticky, white goo shot out of her cock. The goo she produced coagulated in the water into wispy clumps while her cock softened. For a few seconds, Adora was blown away by the high she was recovering from. There weren't enough words to describe what she was going through. She stumbled back and fell back onto her bed.

Unable to take her weight, the legs of the bed broke, and the mattress burst like a balloon. Feathers went everywhere and the shock of all this caused Adora to revert back to normal. Her drooling erection was gone and so was all her weight but she was still damp between her legs. She tried to recall if Glimmer mentioned if there were towels when it dawned on her that she had no idea how to explain the mess she made in the waterfall. Or how she killed the bed.