Barmaid Catra

by CMFics

Summary:

A short meeting between Adora and a vaguely familiar old and large feline.

Notes:

An anonymous prompt based on an image. "Fat Barmaid Catra introduces herself to Adora by thumping a breast on the table, how does Adora react?"

The hooded Adora surveyed the bar, she was a good deal away from any prying eyes, and the Crimson Wastes would be a good place to find any illicit Horde dealings or spies trading secrets. She only wished Glimmer had used her powers, she could've saved her much of the journey out into the desolate landscape. The desert heat had made her parched, still, she wasn't eager to take what they were serving here.

As she sat in thought her focus was broken when she felt the table shake as a pair of...breasts landed with a slam, causing Adora to sit bold upright, and for her hood to fall back off her head. She looked up to investigate the owner of the particularly large breasts and spotted a rather large, rotund feline Lady, with a deep autumn complexion. She seemed haggard...overworked, long wild locks strained and frayed were kept in place by an old hairband that forced the wild locks to cascade down her back.

Her face was marred with creases and wrinkles developed over long days and hard nights. Her face was round and soft with thick jowly cheeks that met her lips with deep laugh lines. If Adora had to guess she was easily in her 40s.

The feline barmaid purred and smirked to Adora, she didn't know what to do, was this an ambush? She felt her hand slide to her sword hidden beneath the table. "Hey Adora~". Adora's mouth hung agape, how did this lady know her... she was definitely feline, familiar too.

Adora rubbed her brow for a moment, confused "How do you know my name?" She hadn't been to this bar in ages there was no way a local besides Huntara would recognize her.

The woman rose a fluffy eyebrow and stood upright, her breasts raising from the table but not much higher than that, as the patchwork tunic is straining to contain the massive mammaries and they hung low on her chest rising and sinking with each breath.
She places the large drink beside Adora and points to herself and to Adora. "You dummy, it's Catra!"

Adora's eyes widen, this lady, knows Catra, she even has the same colored eyes, "Wait so... are you Catra's like, Mom? Do you know where Catra is!?" she hadn't been seen since a big confrontation with Hordak over a year ago. I hope she isn't too angry with me..."

The Blubbery Barmaid's face reels into itself as she winces, "EH?",

Adora leans closer, speaking slower this time, "I said Are You-", a clawed hand swipes Adora back.

"I heard what you said Adora, URGH you're so dense. I AM Catra you idiot!", she says with a snarl.

Adora moves back in her booth in disbelief, "W-what happened to you?"

Catra sighs and stands upright placing a hand on her spongey hip. Adora gets to drink in all the wild changes to Catra's formerly lithe frame, she only manages to hear bits and pieces of what's being said however as she scans Catra up and down. "After everything with the Hordak it made more sense to leave all that junk behind and make it on my own."

She was clad in a makeshift tunic, sewn with clearly whatever material was available, changing colours and textures as it was wrapped ever so tightly around the feline's extraordinary midsection. The doughy belly was clung tightly by fractions of burlap, cloth and leather, a small white tattered apron sat more prominently mostly shredded but identifiable by it's near-white colour and minor staining. The sack, tablecloth and rag ensemble was finished with a skirt that ended only halfway down her plush wide thighs. Adora was confident that each thigh was at least the same size as her, they jiggled softly whenever the barmaid shifted her weight, which as she was talking was pretty frequently.

A wry smirk curled across her jowled cheeks. "It's hard living out here, there's always somebody tougher than you, and if there isn't the weaklings group up and try and take you down. But I was top cat for a while but they didn't like how I ran things. Tried to take me down, I had hide, the gal who owns this place covered my ass, then showed me the best way to spy on those losers". She paused for a moment.

Adora was busy not-so-subtly inspecting the saved ass that was mentioned. Was it really saved, the tight scrappy dress didn't hide much as the many dimpled cheeks stretched the weak fabric to its limit, it was obvious all the stitching littered over the garment was due to adjustments for her incredible girth.

All the while Catra was continuing despite Adora's ignorance, "The BEST way to find out their weaknesses, is to be in plain sight, see them every day, learn everything about them from their drunk ramblings, AND ABUSE THOSE WEAKNESSES, AHAHA! So that's what I plan to do". She grinned, baring her fangs with a smile that Adora could just about see the old Catra she was raised with behind the jowls and tremendous fat.

Adora raised her hand sheepishly, Catra nodded slowly perplexed, "...Why are you so fat now?"