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The nightmares had been becoming more frequent for Catra as the nights went by, exploding in frequency after Scorpia left her, and made all the worse when she thought Double Trouble had abandoned her too. When Double Trouble returned, she had hoped at least some semblance of rest could be hers at last, but their presence solved nothing of the ongoing problem. Over the prior week, she had gotten barely two hours rest each night to try and quell the fires of her fracturing mind.
Tossing and turning in bed upon another tormented night, her hair was standing on edge, tail whipping about, as she muttered quiet, begging pleads in her slumber. She winced, as if being hurt, contortions of suffering in her unconscious limbs. Within her mind she was trapped in a distorted version of the halls of the Fright Zone, and she could see them all staring at her from every direction she looked: Adora, Scorpia, Entrapta…and herself as a child. Each of them held such a perfectly succinct hate for her in their eyes, her body being pulled further and further away into pure darkness. The oh so familiar and horrid touch of Shadow Weaver’s hands upon her face, the old agony of being electrocuted searing through her muscles, and the true terror that was being unable to control her own body through it all.
“Adora, don’t go, you promised you’d…!” Catra screamed as she burst awake, her heart pounding at her chest, sweat dripping from all over and staining bits of the grey shorts and sports bra she wore to sleep.
The terror remained in her waking eyes for a moment longer before it dissolved away into fury. She tugged at her hair, nearly tearing clumps out, while a scream half-restrained in her throat shed out into the night. More yells came out as she leapt up and began to stab her claws again and again and again into her pillow until she was left amidst a flurry of feathers.
The anger chilled into a fractured desolation in her eyes—it was crushingly quiet in her room. Almost choking in its emptiness. Her tail flickered close to herself, wrapping about her waist like a comforting arm of another as she looked around the room. The sweat from her nightmare was a chill across her body, and in the void of her room, an ache took to her heart. An ache she tried to fight back and shove deep down inside, one that had too long haunted her life…that of loneliness.
She let out another growl, holding onto herself, trying to override her other feelings with anger. But alone, and out of sight of the world, it was much more difficult to keep that mask on. She fell to her knees upon the harsh metal of her floor, digging her claws into her arms near to puncturing the skin, and in her tightly shut eyes she could feel those all too familiar tears wanting to rush out. Shadow Weaver had always mocked her for how much she could cry as a child, so she hated every tear that ever came to pass since, for each one was a weakness never overcome.
Before the tears could pass, though, a knocking sounded at her door which sent her jumping onto her feet. All the hair flared up across her body, and she was ready to bark out and order whoever was there to leave. That is, until her ears twitched, and she listened more careful into the silence. She could hear the swoosh of air from a flickering tail, and the gentle slick of those reptilian eyelids in motion. It was Double Trouble.
Picturing Double Trouble outside her door, Catra suddenly clenched at her heart, wanting to yell out for them to leave her alone…but the loneliness grew a hundred times heavier at that thought. There was no one else left at all besides them. No one else who had stayed. Even if it was all for money in the end, they had come back to her. They were the only one who had ever come back to her, the only one to remain. She could allow herself a moment of being weak—just one moment of letting someone else be in her room to kill some of its emptiness.
Catra stood up straight, pushed down at her hair while putting on a typical serious and annoyed look, and didn’t bother to put anymore clothes on.
She pressed the button to open her door, Double Trouble on the other side with their hands politely folded behind their back, tail flickering, and a devilish grin to their face. At the sight of Catra, they quickly went to looking her over head-to-toe with no intention of hiding the satisfied quirks in their eyebrows at seeing her in her undergarments, their grin turning to a toothy smile while Catra sighed.
“Struggling to sleep, darling?” Double Trouble said, trickling their hand across Catra’s face which she scoffed away from. “I was passing by and heard you scream, and I had to make sure no Bright Moon assassins were taking away my kitten. But…” Double Trouble flicked a finger across Catra’s stomach next, taking a drop of her sweat onto their fingertip. “It seems like I might have been interrupting something else.”
Catra raised an eyebrow, not understanding at first what was being implied, until she more closely looked at the mischief taking to Double Trouble’s face. She stared down at herself—sweaty, disheveled, and mostly undressed—then blushed and hissed out. She shoved forward, pushing Double Trouble away, but they only chuckled at her violence.
“Ugh, you’re disgusting…!” Catra growled. “I wasn’t doing anything like that.”
“Come now, kitten, you know I don’t judge. You’re always so tense, and doing that is great for relieving said tension. It’s like I always tell you—you gotta have more fun.”
“Nothing fun was happening here!” Catra yelled, tearing at her hair again. “Nothing fun has happened my whole life, and even when I sleep I’m not free of it. Every moment of my life has been nothing but suffering and…”
Catra stopped herself, her head drooping to stare wide-eyed at the floor, another all too familiar feeling from growing up wrapping about her entire body—shame. To be weak was to be a failure. To be weak and let anyone see that was to be used and exploited. Catra remained frozen in place, Double Trouble raising an inquisitive eyebrow and leaning in closer to her.
“Oh dear, she’s broken,” Double Trouble said overdramatically, clutching tightly at their heart with both hands. “You’re wound up tighter than Hordak’s panties when you mention Entrapta. Darling, you’re gonna explode if you keep up like this.”
Double Trouble placed their hands atop Catra’s shoulders, and when they did, in the dissociated space Catra was in, all she could feel was Shadow Weaver’s loveless grip upon her. A few tears sprung from her eyes as she pushed Double Trouble away and she clawed out at them, barely missing tearing open their face in a flurry of blood. Double Trouble touched at their face, and then sighed with relief at not feeling any gushing wounds there.
“I think that is the heroic Double Trouble’s cue to leave the stage,” Double Trouble said, and gave a bow, taking a step out of the room. “I’ll remember to leave you alone next time I hear you screaming.”
As Double Trouble moved to completely leave the room, though, they were stopped by a crushing force wrapped around their wrist. They flinched in pain for a moment, flickering back to see Catra’s hand gripped about their wrist, a desperate, cloying fire in Catra’s eyes. A moment later, the fire left Catra’s eyes, turning them to nothing but sad lonely pools like her childhood self. Her grip loosened about Double Trouble’s wrist to the point where they could easily slip away from her if they wanted to, yet they remained in place as a bit of curiosity took to their expression.
“Don’t go…” Catra muttered. “Please, just stay. I’m sorry, okay?”
“Stay and do what?”
“I don’t know…you could…you could sit with me for a while?” Catra sighed, pulling her hand away from Double Trouble’s wrist to hold herself again, her trembling body and nervously flickering tail all too easy for Double Trouble to pick up on. “Forget I said anything, forget all of this. Just go away!”
“And miss this? No thank you.” Double Trouble stepped inside the room, their tail snapping like a whip to the door button and shutting it behind them. “Normally I wouldn’t bother with personal visits, but for you, darling, I’ll make an exception.”
Double Trouble bowed forward, taking Catra’s hand and kissing its top, causing her tail to flicker up in surprise. The first instinct in her was to push them away again, but her heart filled with briar at the thought of them leaving, and the sight of their wrist and the bruise marks around it made her hold back her violence. When the kiss was finished and the hand returned, Double Trouble stood with their hands on their hips, tilting their head and smiling ever the more.
“Who’s changed your script, kitten?” Double Trouble asked, leaning their face in too close to Catra, nearly touching their nose tip to hers. “That was your cue to swat me away.”
“Just shut up for a minute, would you?” Catra huffed. “Not everything is a performance, and not everything is some game.” Catra raised her hand to silence Double Trouble as they looked ready to say something else. “How about you put on the performance of someone who doesn’t want to crawl under my skin?”
“It’s a difficult part, but I live for a challenge.”
Double Trouble remained silent after that, standing tall and with less teasing mischief in their face even if some amount of it was always present. Catra breathed in and out, the irritation leaving her mind, followed by something else flooding in. She looked about her room again, and then to Double Trouble. She examined them like some strange new object she had never witnessed before; carefully she traced the flicker of their tail; with deep interest she marked the shape of their hands and feet; with a gentle tingling in her back she didn’t understand why she caught herself musing over the lithe, smooth curves of their body. Then she went to their face, their sharp-toothed smile and diamond eyes facing her, not one drop of sincerity in them. Yet, their being in the room made the hollow disappear. Their presence made the unbearable cold inside her somewhat warmer.
“Is there something wrong with my face?” Double Trouble said, placing a hand upon their forehead and swooning backwards. “I know once in a blue moon I have a hiccup getting back into my body. Or is it…” Double Trouble flung forward, posing with exaggerated motions like an actor about to deliver a soliloquy. “That you have finally noticed the true portrait of beauty that is—”
Double Trouble stopped their dramatics as Catra took their hand, and a genuine surprise painted their face. It was not an angry or forceful grip like before from Catra, nor was it weak. She held their hand firmly, and they froze upon the sight of the blank slate Catra’s face had become. There was but a wordlessly whispered pleading in her eyes as she started to move, Double Trouble following her lead.
Catra led them to her bed where she sat them and herself down, a large gap of space between them, but with her hand still holding theirs in the middle of that emptiness. She showed no sign of letting go, and Double Trouble looked to their intertwined hands, and then to the solemn Catra staring at the floor and looking a million miles away. They could easily feel the shaking in Catra’s hand from how her whole body shivered, and could notice more of her systems shutting down. Double Trouble’s tail then flicked a bit faster behind them, a quickening of their breath as they found themself staring at Catra’s exposed skin, the shape of her breasts, her thighs, and at her undergarments.
When the silence and stillness persisted for a minute, though, even ogling Catra wasn’t enough to stop the boredom for Double Trouble. All of it was too inert, when there was a crackling energy in them that required constant motion to persist. Seeing Catra like a statue, it would be pointless waiting for something interesting from her.
In one motion, Double Trouble crossed the distance between them, sitting themself directly beside Catra and pressing in close to her. Catra sucked in a deep breath, jolting at first from their skin-to-skin contact, but did not pull away. Their hands were still linked together, Catra staring down at where their hands now rested atop Double Trouble’s thigh. Their thigh was so soft. Softer than her bed. Softer than her pillow. She always expected Double Trouble to be rougher, harder, and sharper to the touch, but they were so delicately smooth all over.
“I’m sorry I can’t warm you up, kitten,” Double Trouble said, leaning in and snuggling against Catra. “But being cold-blooded makes that a bit difficult.”
“You’re…you’re warm to me,” Catra uttered, focusing on the heat growing in her hand, her thighs, and all along the side of her body Double Trouble was pressed against. “Maybe you’re not as cold-blooded as you think you are.”
“Or maybe you’re so unused to having anyone pressed against you that you’re just growing flustered and heating yourself up.”
“Can you let one nice moment pass by without ruining it?” Catra sighed.
“I’d say less that I ruin moments, and more that I enhance them! Got to keep you on your toes, kitten. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you purring too, but every performance needs some bite to it.”
“Is this all this is to you, another performance? Do you expect me to pay you for sitting here with me and holding my hand?”
As Double Trouble was about to utter something that would very much bring the bite out of Catra, they let out a little yip at the exact same moment Catra’s hair flared up. Behind them, on the bed, during the wagging of their tails they had landed intertwined with each other. The soft fur of Catra’s tail against the greater length of Double Trouble’s. Catra’s tail flickered, moving about Double Trouble’s tail and caressing it, a small blush taking to her face, one that exploded into a much deeper shade of red when Double Trouble’s tail twisted completely about hers in a coiling embrace.
“What are you doing…?” Catra rasped, trying to sound angry, but her breath was growing shallow. “Let go of my tail.”
“It’s just like holding hands, darling. I thought I’d keep warming you up.”
“It’s not like holding hands for me! My tail is…my tail is very sensitive.” Catra bared her teeth, eyes flaring up. “So let go of it!”
Double Trouble acquiesced, their tail slowly unraveling from Catra's, quiver and tremors taking to her as the blush hadn’t fully left her face. Then a sinking feeling, a growing terror at Double Trouble pulling their hand out of hers, a fear they would be leaving her alone. A fear short lived and replaced by anger as Double Trouble dived with glee to run their hands along her tail. One hand of theirs pet up the length of it, while the other grabbed and stroked around the base, which caused Catra to let out a breathy-moan.
At the sound of that moan, the two of them went dead silent, Double Trouble’s hands frozen in place where they were. Catra looked back at them with murder in her eyes, an innocent smile being all that Double Trouble offered her in return.
In an instant, Catra leapt forward, pushing Double Trouble away and hitting at their chest repeatedly with her fists. The two grew into a tangle of violence together, Catra growling in anger while Double Trouble only laughed in giggling joy. Twisting up close, the two nearly fell off the bed, a pause overcoming their fighting. Catra took deep breaths with Double Trouble atop her. Double Trouble stood on their hands and knees above her, straddling her sides, their soft platinum blonde hair kissing at parts of her fur. She did not understand why her breathing wouldn’t calm down at all. She felt afraid…but it was a different kind of fear…and she felt her face flushing again.
A devilish wickedness took to Double Trouble’s eyes that she didn’t the look of, a curving sneer as they locked their limbs in about her, and their tail reached down and caressed at her stomach and thighs. The tip of it flickered at her boxers, making her gasp, it pulling them up briefly before snapping them down. Double Trouble leaned in, face getting all too close once more to hers, the weight of their body atop her both a maddening terror that made her want to scream, but that also filled her with a confusing comfort.
“Are you sure there isn’t something more you wanted from me this night, darling?” Double Trouble said, and Catra choked a breath, feeling their tail probing and caressing her thighs. “I live to serve, so all you have to do is ask. I put my whole heart into any job I get.”
Catra’s eyes went wide, feeling the tip of Double Trouble’s tail crawling beneath her boxers, both quivering in fear and feeling a burning heat flare to life deep within her sex. They were getting too close. The shimmer of their eyes was too bright. Their lips were nearly atop hers to taste. They were so close she could see herself in their eyes...and she could see the desperation painted across her entire being. She could see how pathetic she looked.
Right as Double Trouble’s lips were to fall on hers in a kiss, and right as their tail had almost reached to probing her pubic region, Catra pushed them off with her arms and legs, nearly sending them flying entirely off the bed. Catra rose with claws barred, all her hair flared in anger, Double Trouble rising with hands raised in surrender, blowing up a bit of hair that landed on their face.
“Forgive me, kitten,” they said. “I can change into someone more fitting if that’s what you want. I don’t take offense.”
“No,” Catra commanded, grabbing their shoulders when they started transforming, Double Trouble letting out a feeble ow at her claws. “What did you just try and do to me?”
“I was merely giving you what you wanted.” Catra let out a shrill scream as she felt Double Trouble’s tail caress the small of her back, causing her to jump away from them. “For as much as you want to play the part of a loner who doesn’t need anyone and who’s happy by herself, you can’t act to save your life. You are anything but happy. You want anything but to be alone. You both hate and desperately need to feel the touch of another person.”
“You don’t know anything about me! And the last thing in the world I want is for a creature like you to touch me like that.”
“Are you going to tell me those weren’t tears in your eyes when I first came in here?”
Anger was replaced with wide-eyed fear again in Catra, the uncontrolled shivering about her body making her feel so horribly vulnerable. She still had her clothes on, but she suddenly felt naked, and that Double Trouble was a sword pointed in her direction. One that could cut through her raw flesh so easily. She dug her claws into the bed, not wanting to tear at herself or at them, for it would only prove her lack of control.
“I…I…” Catra pulled her claws out, rubbing her thighs a bit together, still feeling a heat in her sex from how close Double Trouble had been to touching it. “I would never want to be with someone who makes me pay for it. I don’t care how pathetic you think I am, I am not that pathetic. So, sorry…there’s no payday for you here.”
Catra sighed with her whole body, her head dropping low as she stared at her shaking hands. All of her looked drained of life, a small part of her wanting to throw Double Trouble out as soon as possible so she could have a chance to cry, but all her strength was focused on that act alone—to not cry in front of them. To not cry at how they had touched her and how…how divinely good it had felt in some inscrutable way. To not cry in her knowing that it was nothing at all to them again. Whether saving her life, or desiring her body, all there could be for Double Trouble was a price tag.
Then a feeling. One of Double Trouble’s hands landed on her thigh, and the other grabbed at her face, turning her to face them. They were shaking their head and tsking at her like she were a child, and they planted a kiss on her cheek which made her snap out to bite them but they pushed her back before her teeth could tear their flesh.
“You really go all in with what you feel, darling,” Double Trouble said, blowing out a hot breath at Catra’s ears, causing them to lower. “There are only three reasons why I do anything in life, and you’re right that one of those reasons is money. The second reason is survival. But do you know what the one other reason I do anything is…?”
Double Trouble suddenly pressed closer, their hand grabbing hold and rubbing at the base of Catra’s tail while the other moved behind her head to pull her close, once more their tail teasing at her thighs. Catra felt them smile against her cheek as her brain felt like it was short-circuiting from all the points of contact, her whole body trembling and shaking at Double Trouble running their tongue across her cheek, their tight grip about her preventing her from slipping out of their hold.
“The only other reason I do things is for fun,” Double Trouble whispered into her ear, smirking at the restrained moans coming from Catra at their caresses across her body. “So do you think you can make this fun for me? Can you put on a performance to take my breath away? We will be the writers, the directors, the actors, and the audience all in one!” Catra’s eyes went wide, feeling the tips of Double Trouble’s fingers dive beneath her boxer’s waistband instead of their tail, seizing up at them moving through the curls of her pubic hair. “Don’t you want to see what sort of story we can make together?”
All in a moment Double Trouble unraveled themself from about Catra and gleefully bounced across the bed from her. They sprawled themself out on their belly, their face in their hands while their legs kicked back and forth like a daydreaming teenage girl. Meanwhile, Catra was left sweating all over, her face on fire, her strained, choking breaths loud about the room. She hated how much she was trembling. Her hands. Her thighs. Her very vision. She kept punching into her thighs to get them to stop shaking. That she had to curl up over herself to block the sight of the small wet stain on her boxer’s from her arousal, her tail frustratingly whipping back and forth.
When she turned her gaze back to Double Trouble, all they did was wink and blow a kiss her way, which caused a skip in her heart. She folded her hands in, and focused herself. She was burning up, she was terrified, she was angry…but it was exhilarating. She felt all of her body aching at the very sight of Double Trouble, and had to force her hands away from reaching out and caressing their ass, or grabbing at their tail as they did hers. She focused on their slim body that she could wrap around so easily. She was transfixed by that irritating but all too hypnotically alluring face of theirs.
“Do you actually want me, Double Trouble…?” Catra asked, hugging herself, and no longer looking at them. “Or is this just fun for you because you get to mess with me?”
“Any true actor must be able to appreciate the beauty of art!” Double Trouble crawled forward, sneaking into the place where Catra’s downtrodden vision was, and making a pillow of her thighs. “And you, darling, are a work of art. You are sublime in every sense of the word. I’ve seen and been thousands of people in my day, but you burn with a light all your own.”
“You don’t mean that…” Catra said, a more warm-hearted blush flourishing on her, the smallest of smiles taking to her face. “Nobody…nobody could want me. What is there to like about me?”
“Your eyes are the most striking I’ve ever seen,” Double Trouble purred, moving up closer to her face. “Eyes fit for a leading lady, ones that leave in awe any that look upon her. Marvel at this hair, magnificent! This silken soft fur. These delicate and deadly fingers. The arch of your ankles. The way your ears can betray your emotions before you do. That silly little tail. Those adorable fangs.” Double Trouble kept crawling up Catra, Catra slowly leaning into their weight, ending up on her back again with Double Trouble atop of her. “The anger in your eyes and the fragile sadness behind that anger. Your fury! Your desperation! Your unbreaking conviction! How you tear apart everything around you. You’re vicious, but also oh so soft.” Catra flinched at their hand on her face, before sighing into it, cuddling her face against that hand as her ears lowered flat. “I’ve told you before that I love chaos, and look at you, nothing but chaos. If there’s one thing you can actually believe from a liar like me, it’s that you’re a treasure, and I would adore being made all the richer from you this night.”
Their voice, their words, their touches, the way their body fit against hers…all of it felt true. In that dumb and precious gremlin smile of theirs, in the fires of their reptilian eyes, it struck like a tearing arrow through Catra’s heart. There was still a part of her screaming that it was all another game for them, but that voice was silenced by the gentle way Double Trouble kept petting at her head, at how their eyes were locked upon her like she was everything. Like there was nothing else they wanted to look at in the world, and nowhere else they wanted to be but with her.
With all those emotions taking her at once, Catra found that the walls she kept trying to build up were breaking too fast to maintain. Her face scrunched up in misery as tears took to her eyes and she began sobbing, Double Trouble freezing in shock, a blank in their mind on what to do. A moment later, Catra desperately reached out and pulled Double Trouble close to herself, crushing them in a hug. She wrapped her arms, legs, and tail about them to press them against her as close as can be, Double Trouble quaking and letting out a pleasured breath at the sensation of such pressure, but feeling more the wetness of Catra’s tears against their skin and the sound of her weeping.
It must have been nearly five minutes spent like that, with Catra crying and holding Double Trouble in a vice-like grip, garbled sobs coming from Catra with Double Trouble merely petting her head every now and then and kissing her cheek. Eventually, Catra loosened her hold, eyes a bit strained from the tears, sucking up bundles of snot, and shyly trying to keep her gaze steady without turning away from Double Trouble. It didn’t help that Double Trouble was looking at her with the amusement of someone playing with an actual kitten.
“Sorry about that…” Catra muttered. “It…I don’t…it just came out of nowhere.”
“Don’t fret, darling. I will admit I’m more used to people crying after we finish having sex, not beforehand, but switching up the plot a little is interesting.”
Catra laughed, her smile returning, more and more of her growing light-headed at the perpetual aura Double Trouble held about them. An assuredness. A confidence. A look like they were always having fun and no moment was dull. It was a different kind of energy they exuded than Scorpia’s: Scorpia’s which had burnt in its intensity, and in how it used to crush her to be close to. Double Trouble’s was a gentler warmth, for it remained more in-sync with her, and let her approach it at her own pace.
“That is,” Double Trouble continued, “if the show is still going on between us.”
“I can’t guarantee it will be fun,” Catra said, twirling at her hair. “I…I’ve never actually done this before.”
“Plot twist!” Double Trouble clasped at their face, feigning surprise. “With how you act around Adora, I could have sworn you two had accomplished lots of private training with each other.”
“You know what an innocent dumbass Adora is,” Catra sighed, shaking out bleeding feelings in her heart at any mention of that name. “She thought kissing would get you pregnant until she was fifteen.” Double Trouble threw their head back in laughter, Catra joining along with them. “But just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know anything. I’m not as innocent as Adora.”
“Oh, I know you’re as far from innocent as can be, kitten. And what do you mean you can’t guarantee it will be fun? You’re a virgin! Every pleasure you feel this night, every moan, every sigh, every tremble, every burning fire, each stumble, each embarrassment, each bit of confusion…all of them for the first time…all of them mine. Isn’t that exhilarating?”
“So you still want me…? Despite everything?” Catra flickered her eyes to the bruise on Double Trouble’s wrist, looking at how they always seemed so amused by her, none of her usual spikes driving them back. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t want you, darling…I need you. And I get what I need. All that’s left for you is to tell me who you’d like to have your first time with.”
A look of confusion took to Catra’s face as Double Trouble jumped off the bed. In a spin and a twirl, Double Trouble shifted into Adora, Catra locked in place, wide-eyed at the sight of that perfect replica. The Troubled Adora walked to the other side of the bed, standing near Catra and looking down at her with a smug confidence as Catra remained shell shocked.
“No, no, no,” Troubled Adora said. “You’re right. You can’t let Adora win like that! You have to show her and have someone else be your first time.” Troubled Adora sighed, shifting up into Scorpia who lifted Catra into her arms and cradled her close, Catra still dumbstruck. “Hey there, wildcat, want to work out all those buried feelings you had for me now?”
Catra let out a grunt of annoyance, jumping out of Troubled Scorpia’s arms, her tail angrily wagging as she started to pace about the room.
“Or maybe we can practice some self love?” Troubled Scorpia said, shifting into a duplicate of Catra. “We can teach you how to love seeing this face in the mirror each morning.” A twitch took the real Catra’s eyes, Troubled Catra shrugging in defeat. “Or are you looking for something more forbidden?” Troubled Catra smirked before shifting into Flutterina who twirled over to Catra and rubbed close against her. “I won’t judge you.”
Catra screamed out, grabbing Flutterina by the shoulders and slamming her violently against the nearest wall. Fury was in Catra’s eyes, Flutterina looking scared, shrinking down at how hard they were being crushed into the wall, at how close the nails were to tearing open her skin.
“I…I wasn’t implying you like kids,” Flutterina said. “I just thought that you might like something a little—”
“I want you, you idiot!” Catra growled, barring her fangs and punching the wall directly near Flutterina’s head and making her yell out. “I am tired of Adora, of Scorpia, of Entrapta, myself, and everyone else! I especially don’t want a pink tutued fairy! I want you, Double Trouble, and I don’t need anyone else. You’re…you’re the only one who stayed…the only one who didn’t betray me. The only one who’s ever come back to me. No one else deserves to be here.”
Silently, Flutterina gave way to Double Trouble, Catra’s kabedon looking far less menacing with how much taller they were than her. There was an abnormal emptiness in Double Trouble’s eyes, their expression a confused blank, and they reminded Catra of one of the many malfunctioning robots that could pop up in the Horde. In that malfunctioning silence, Double Trouble started blinking rapidly, sliding down the wall as if unsteady on their legs.
“What do you mean you want me?” Double Trouble choked.
“I mean I want you,” Catra groaned, sticking a sharp finger against their chest. “I want you and your tail and your pointy ears and your sharp teeth and your stupid smile. You.”
“Me?” Double Trouble said again, pointing at themself, the empty distance still present in their eyes.
“Yes, you! Now stop being such an idiot before I change my mind.”
Double Trouble blinked rapidly a few more times, the dumbfounded look on their face slowly dissolving again into a confident smile. They stood back up straight, and they grabbed Catra and pulled her close against themself. Double Trouble purred while their tail moved along Catra’s back.
“Very few people have ever had as excellent of taste as you,” Double Trouble whispered, Catra feeling a new thump in her heart in how much purer a desire she could feel in Double Trouble’s touches and voice—far more real in that moment than the teasing games from before. “Still, I just thought that you preferred girls.”
“I prefer people who aren’t men, and before I met you I thought that was only women, but now I know different. So tell me, are you a man?”
“I’m not, but I’m not a girl either. And you’re comfortable with that? What if I wore a part down here different than yours…?” Catra bit her lip, her body trembling at Double Trouble grabbing between her thighs and rubbing at her labia from over her boxers. “Would the kitten not want to play with me then?”
“That doesn’t matter to me, just as long as you’re yourself the whole time. No one else, not even for one second, or this is done. I’m not scared of whatever the Hell is between your legs.”
Catra smirked, fighting against the feeling of her knees wanting to buckle from Double Trouble’s fingers rubbing at her sex, and she reached out and grabbed between Double Trouble’s thighs right in their pubic region as well. Surprise took over her from the pleasure of being touched so intimately, as she could not feel anything beneath Double Trouble’s bodysuit no matter how tightly she was pushing and rubbing against them.
“There’s no point in having one out when I’m not using it,” Double Trouble said. “I can’t have a bulge or a slit ruining my outfits! Now, are you sure you don’t have a preference?”
“Use whatever’s the most fun for you.”
“That’s the spirit,” Double Trouble said, leaning in and nibbling Catra’s ears, while their hands went behind and started groping at her ass, their tail running teasing circles above her womb area. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
As disorientating as the assault of pleasure upon Catra’s body was, her attention shocked to fine focus as she felt something forming beneath her hand pressed between Double Trouble’s thighs. The formation of a scrotum and cock, her hand retreating for a moment to stare at the shape of its bulge against the tight fit of Double Trouble’s bodysuit. It was nothing she had thought much about, or had ever felt herself desire, but seeing it on Double Trouble was like it was an entirely unique body part away from anything associated with men. She went back then and grabbed hold of it without hesitation, felt its softness and heat from beneath the bodysuit, felt the twitch of its flaccidness start to grow harder. Most of all, she enjoyed how Double Trouble flinched and bent over slightly as they let out a girly moan, and how it interrupted their multi-pronged assault over her body.
“This thing sure is sensitive, isn’t it?” Catra teased, a smug smile to her as she kept rubbing her hand along it, watching them shake more as their bulge grew against her touch.“The way you’re looking it’s almost as if you’re the virgin.”
“It may be sensitive,” Double Trouble let out in a hot breath between restrained gasps. “But not as sensitive as you, kitten.”
Double Trouble’s hands moved away from groping Catra’s ass to pull down Catra’s boxers, leaving her nude sex bare to them. A glistening trail of her arousal shined down with the boxers, and she let out a yip and shivered all over at their fingers landing near her outer walls. With her boxers pulled down about her legs, she stumbled when trying to push away from them, the two of them tumbling backwards onto the bed.
Catra couldn’t even hear her own thoughts from the way her heart was drowning out everything as she felt Double Trouble tear away her boxers entirely. As they grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head, Catra trying to fight back, but she found their scrawny arms remarkably stronger than they looked, and she remembered when they helped pull that massive beam off from above her and saved her from her death. A flicker to the past—she would be dead without them. A bit of awe in her eyes taking over from the terror as she watched them and their razored teeth bite at her bra, cutting straight through it to reveal her breasts, Double Trouble licking their lips like they were presented with the most delicious banquet.
Catra’s breathing kept growing more erratic, and as scared as she was to be naked, to be touched, to even be perceived…she found herself smiling. There was a fire in Double Trouble’s eyes, a fire burning for her alone. The room was not quiet, her heart was exploding thunder. The room was not empty, their body atop hers was all encompassing. The loneliness was gone, for no matter what Double Trouble said, their embracing flesh was a kiss of warmth against her, and not something spurred from inside her. Thinking of that heat, Catra turned her eyes down to between Double Trouble’s waist, rubbing her thighs together and gasping at mow much larger and thicker the bulge had gotten beneath their bodysuit. At the way their cock was twitching slightly, the small rock of their hips downward as if wanting to put it inside her. One couldn’t act that out, for it was too obvious it wanted be part of her. That they wanted her. Her whole body arched up trembling and stiff when they grabbed hold of her face and kissed her, and when she felt herself rub up against their throbbing erection she moaned into their mouth. A moan that filled Double Trouble’s mouth like their tongue was filling hers, their tongue wrapping about and across hers, the taste of their saliva too delicious.
A trail of saliva travelled between them after the kiss’s end, Catra left dumbstruck, twitching across her body. Something had changed in her eyes, and they were softer. Warmer. Gentler. She reached her hands out to Double Trouble’s face, and they flinched at first as if expecting her to claw them, but then chuckled when Catra merely caressed their cheek, Double Trouble rubbing into it like a satisfied cat.
“Having fun yet, kitten?” Double Trouble said. “Because we’re just getting started.”
“You can put it inside me if you want,” Catra let out in a hot breath, blushing and turning her head aside, biting at her finger. “I don’t mind. You really look like you want to.”
“Oh I do, and I will fill up every little hollow in you in time, darling…but what good is a play where you skip right to the end? You got to build up the tension tight as can be, and that’ll make the climax all the more satisfying. I think the real thing is less that you want my cock inside you, and more that you’re impatient as all virgins are. There’s so much more to making love than just that.”
“Then show me,” Catra huffed, ogling Double Trouble’s bulge again only to look away at them smiling at seeing her do so. “Stop talking so much and actually do something! Make it fun for me too.”
Double Trouble’s smile wickedly twisted up their face, and they flipped Catra onto her stomach. She flinched in fear at first, anxiety bristling at them raising up her hips and elevating her ass. She shook more than she wanted to, reflexively covering her asshole and labia with her tail, only for Double Trouble to fiercely grab hold of it to keep it from covering those places over again.
Her claws then extended out into the mattress, and she bit down in the bed sheets when Double Trouble grabbed hold of her waist and pressed their erection against the folds of her sex. As they rubbed up and down slowly, the trembling heat of their cock was so intense through the fabric, her arousal sweetening and staining Double Trouble. Catra bit down even more as Double Trouble moved their cock along her ass, and as they pulled down her tail and pressed it against their cock, rubbing her tail all along the length of it.
“The end is only as good as the build up,” Double Trouble said, leaning over Catra’s body, Catra gasping at the weight of them, and embarrassed to find her body moving itself to hump against their cock. “You think you want it now, but before the night is over I’ll show you what true want is.”
Catra whimpered when their cock moved away from teasing her, but then shook all over again when she felt their first finger dive inside her. She was not ready at all, every muscle in her body tensing for a moment before relaxing and dissolving into the sensation of that finger probing inside her innermost folds. Her claws pulled out from the mattress, and she stopped biting the bed sheet, a drool stain on it, her whole being deflating as her eyes and face kept softening. As she gently bit at her lip and her hips shook with pleasure. An extended moan came out with the arrival of Double Trouble’s second finger inside her, their other hand groping her ass while they planted little kisses and bites upon it, their tail flickering back and forth like a whip upon the bare of her thigh stinging it in a pleasuring pain.
Catra didn’t know how often she had imagined what having sex would be like. Ever since she first explored her own body and masturbated for the first time, the thought was of Adora. She had pictured Adora’s fingers inside her, but in her mind it had felt so much like masturbating. Yet, in reality, it was so entirely different. With another person, it wasn’t as lonely and miserable a thing as masturbating, it didn’t fill her with shame to do, and somehow Double Trouble’s fingers knew her insides as well as she did. It was as if they had watched her on lonely nights to better get into character, to better know all her weak spots. That thought stuck in her head, of them watching her. Wanting her. From her place on the bed, she looked back, but in her position it was hard to see Double Trouble as they worked their fingers in and out of her, her heart clenching in apprehension.
“Double Trouble,” she whimpered. “Stop…please stop for a second.”
“You’re not going to cum already, are you?” Double Trouble asked, pulling out their fingers from inside Catra and sucking her wetness off of them, shuddering all over with pleasure from the taste. “You’re more sensitive than I thought.”
“It’s not that…! Could we…could you do it in a different position? I want to look at you.”
A sparkle of surprise took to Double Trouble’s face, then a childish glee as they flipped Catra over onto her back. Catra’s thighs had become slick with her own arousal, dripping and waiting for Double Trouble who leaned in close and planted an oh too soft kiss upon Catra’s lips.
“You’re adorable, you know that?” Double Trouble whispered, Cat feeling herself blush instead of get angry like she wanted to. “Double Trouble won’t leave their kitten to her lonesome.”
Catra huffed, turning her head aside with a pout, Double Trouble grinning ever the wider for it. Then a shock through Catra’s entire system to feel them grab hold of her feet and part open her legs wider. Double Trouble was low on the bed at the base of her body, their tail happily flicking back and forth as they looked up the length of Catra’s legs to stare at her moist sex for a while.
Then they crawled forward and took hold of her right foot, cradling it in their hands. They held it like it was a delicate glass slipper, and they the prince looking for their beloved. Such truly tender caresses moved along the arch of her ankle, teasing touches along each toe, and a kiss atop the foot that lingered there. Followed by another. And another.
“What…what are you doing?” Catra asked, biting at her lip from how ticklish it felt, but equally as curious.
“Your feet are very pretty. I like to play with pretty things.”
“You think my feet are pretty?”
“I think all of you is pretty.”
Double Trouble lowered down, placing another kiss atop Catra’s foot before moving up her body. They trailed kisses up the length of her leg, their hands gripping and rising up the leg with them, massaging into her fur and flesh. Their touch pushed aching relief into her muscles, as if they could dive into every pressure point and nerve and turn them off. Then a further crawling, their lips upon her thighs, their hands reaching beneath her and gently caressing the flesh of her buttocks, Catra feeling their hardened cock slide by her foot, which caused them to momentarily flinch and shake.
In their frozen movement, Catra took advantage of the opening, using her dexterous foot to gently and carefully stroke up and down Double Trouble’s cock through their bodysuit. Their hands which had been so gentle on her gripped tight her ass, and Double Trouble bit at her thigh as they trembled, their sharp teeth piercing a layer of her flesh. The pain didn’t make her yell out though, the fiery, shocking sensation of it only made her more exhilarated, reaching out and petting Double Trouble where they had bit into her, while Double Trouble’s hips bucked and rubbed their cock against her foot as she kept up the stroking motions.
Double Trouble pulled their mouth off from biting Catra’s thigh, a trail of Catra’s blood and their saliva leaving them, words about to escape them when they let out a satisfyingly cute moan at Catra moving her other foot in to help toy with their cock. Gently stroking, caressing, and squishing it between them, moving strategic toes from tip to base. Only stopping briefly at feeling how much it was twitching beneath her touches, and of feeling pouring pre-cum leaking through.
“I will admit that feels amazing,” Double Trouble choked, a determined glimmer taking their eyes. “But I will not be outstaged by an amateur!”
Double Trouble pushed on past Catra’s toying feet, and shook her hand off of petting them. They reached their arms under and around her thighs, gripped her tight, and nestled their head in pillowed between them. Nestled their head in close enough for each hot breath of theirs to kiss Catra’s labia and make her tremble. Hotter, hotter, hotter, like Double Trouble were an inferno, their fingers digging in deeper to her thighs as their tongue teasingly flickered out a mere centimeter from licking the surface of her outer lips. Once, twice, three times. If they did it a fourth time, she was ready to claw their face off, but at the fourth time Double Trouble played no tricks as they moved their face in and stuck their long, warm, and flexible tongue inside her inner folds.
Being fingered by Double Trouble was disorientating enough an experience, far removed from anything Catra had ever imagined, but it at least retained some element of the familiar. The second their tongue entered into her, her whole body tensed, not a single muscle able to loosen itself. It felt ridiculous and unbelievable all at once, but their tongue inside her was probably the best physical sensation she had ever experienced in her life. Its wetness. It’s warmth. Its living motion. Its hunger. Oh, it felt so hungry inside her, as if trying to lap up every drop of her desire for itself. Diving deep into her inner walls, and toying against her contractions around it, she grew light-headed like she was dissolving away entirely from the world.
Catra could have fallen completely from herself, if not for the effort she had to make to stop herself from laughing. For while it was the greatest bliss she had ever experienced in her life…it was all also strangely ticklish. The tongue inside her; Double Trouble’s nose brushing through her pubic hair and by her clit; how their long ears kept bouncing at her thighs as they kept hungrily devouring her. She put her hand in her mouth to bite down and both stop herself screaming out in ecstasy and laughing.
When her efforts did break down, she wished it had been the ecstasy that escaped, and not her laughter. Full-bodied, sweet, and oh so happy laughter escaped from Catra then, her body playfully writhing as she kicked her legs about in joy. Laughing and laughing as her eyes lit up, and a wide smile took her face, then hiding that smile under a nervous hand. She looked down to see Double Trouble staring up from between her thighs, their lips and face slick with her wetness and discharge, a playful sheen in their eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Catra muttered. “I…it just felt a little…”
“Darling, you’re laughing! You’re smiling. You’re having fun. Why say sorry when this is what sex is all about? Laugh all you like. Or, better said, laugh while you can.”
Catra stopped hiding her face, letting her meek, playful smile be shown...the affectionate look in her eyes for Double Trouble making them pause in place. They were stuck staring at the blushing, sincere joy on Catra, and for a moment a blaring blush took to their own face, and they ducked away from being able to hold the gaze of such an adorable cat.
“I love your laugh, by the way,” Double Trouble said, cozying themself back between her thighs. “All of the maybe three times I’ve heard it. It really lights up your face, and lights up the whole room along with it. Such a sweet sound that one could listen to forever.”
Double Trouble sighed, nuzzling their face into Catra’s pubic hair, and then bounced back and forth so their ears kept brushing across her thighs. Catra held back another laugh, but couldn’t stop the giggling once their tongue entered inside her again. She didn’t bite at her hand or try and smother out her voice, but kept looking down to Double Trouble between her thighs and their happily flicking tail and she felt the laughter of joy keep going on. Felt how it rollicked her belly making it hurt, robbing her lungs of breath as she wheezed out.
As Double Trouble had said, though, the laughter did not last forever as she felt more intense twitches and pulses take to her from her innermost sex. Ones which made moans crackle out of her, mixed in with whining purrs and whimpers. Her head was spinning into delirium from the way Double Trouble was devouring her insides like she belonged to them. She was curling forward as more and more rollicks of pleasure took to her, crushing her thighs about Double Trouble’s head, and digging her hands into their hair, taking tight hold of them.
“Double Trouble, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Catra whined. “I’m…I’m messy when I finish. You probably don’t want to use your mouth for this.”
She heard them reply only with a huff, and then felt their tongue turn merciless upon her insides, striking with just the right rhythm and force to make Catra cry out again. An assault to make her curl up ever the more about their head, and pull so tight their hair that she was nearly pulling it out of their roots. She could not stop shaking—it was like the times Shadow Weaver would leave her beaten and bruised. Yet, the convulsing pain taking hold of her that night was something as far removed from the suffering of her life as she had ever felt before. A moment of release. A moment of pure pleasure. A moment of forgetting every person she had lost, every person who hurt her, and every person she had hurt. A moment of forgetting herself.
All of those things disappeared as Double Trouble’s tongue struck the finishing blow and Catra orgasmed.
Catra let out a mewling, almost sad sounding moan of pleasure as she began to squirt into Double Trouble’s mouth. Double Trouble’s eyes widened, Catra terrified for a split second that they would pull away or be overcome with disgust at her discharge, but they shut their eyes peacefully. They held her ever the tighter, lapping up and drinking down every bit of the discharge she poured into their mouth. Quaking wave after quaking wave of pleasure releasing into Double Trouble, and sliding gleefully down their throat to be swallowed into their stomach.
When it was done, she released her vice-like grip from around them, Double Trouble rising from between her thighs and cricking at their neck, their face moist with her pleasure. Then they grinned ear to ear, eyes shut, ears and tails flicking up, like the most precious creature in the world. A twinkle to Catra where she laid sprawled out on her back, panting and heaving as she kept shaking from the after effects of her orgasm.
In her place gathering her breath, though, she looked closer to Double Trouble, at how engorged and trembling their cock had become. At how much larger the stain of pre-cum had become on their bodysuit, and Catra felt it then like a punch in her gut, her own growing hunger. A hunger like Double Trouble had shown while their tongue was inside her, her eyes focusing on their cock like a predator to its prey.
Catra leapt forward, knocking Double Trouble to their back as she ran her hands down onto their chest. She stared at their curious eyes below her, and then turned to looking at their erection once again.
“It’s my turn now,” Catra commanded, crawling down and caressing her hands along Double Trouble’s firm stomach. “I don’t care about your final act, I want it now.”
“There’s still more to do before then!”
“Then we’ll do it later, but I’m sick and tired of seeing all these clothes on you. Doesn’t seem very fair to me.”
Catra smirked, her claws extending and shimmering before she stuck them into the chest of Double Trouble’s bodysuit and ripped it open to reveal their bare flesh. At the sight of their smooth skin and their hardened nipples, it was like a switch had been flipped in Catra’s head, and a feral glaze took to her eyes.
Catra began to rapidly tear away at Double Trouble’s clothes. She had to know what their cute tummy looked like. She had to see the arch of their back in its entirety. She had to feel their bare, tight little ass under her hands. Miniscule scratches abounded on Double Trouble’s flesh from her shredding their clothes, a fearful flinch in them as she tore away the bit containing their cock, but it bounced into the open air unscathed. It trembled with desire, a small stream of pre-cum leaking from its uncut tip, the whole things about six inches in length and very girthy.
At Double Trouble’s cock finally being unleashed into the open air, the feral ferocity left Catra. Her eyes went wide in curiosity, kneeling in closer to it. She stared at the cock the way she often could the First Ones tech Entrapta would drag in—with wonder and no understanding. She reached a nervous hand out towards it at first, before retracting back, and instead she lowered her face beside it…and she nuzzled it.
Eyes shut, purring, and with a serene smile on her face, Catra nuzzled her cheek up and down against the length of Double Trouble’s cock. As sweet as it was, the pure cuteness of it made Double Trouble’s erection hurt more from how it trembled, and they bit at their lip from how damned soft her fur was. Especially on her face, the fur there was so exquisitely silken, the sound of her purring a most soothing melody that made them light-headed. It didn’t feel like teasing at all from Catra, but a cat-like way of saying—this is mine.
“Double Trouble,” Catra spoke softly, her eyes still shut, smile brimming while continuing to nuzzle their cock. “You’ve never really talked about the life you had before we met, have you?”
“And why is that on your mind while my cock is on your face?” Double Trouble let out a little whimper, shivering and reaching down to pet at Catra’s head. “Feels like the wrong scene for a heart-to-heart.”
Catra’s eyes flickered open, Double Trouble stopping their petting for a moment at how incredibly vulnerable she looked. She was far more openly showing such feelings than she ever let them witness, even if they could always see that miserable little kitty hidden below the surface. Ever so fragile, like any wrong touch or word might break her, as she nuzzled more their cock and breathed in deeply before planting a longing kiss against its shaft.
“I just…I just never thought we’d get this close before…” Catra said, carefully cupping and feeling at Double Trouble’s balls, an amused smirk on her face like they were a toy. “You know so much about me because you needed to do your best performance, but I barely know you.”
“You know me better than most. The person you first met, and the person you know today is the same one I’ve always been. And that person is a beautiful, funny, talented, and cunning…bastard.”
“You are a bastard sometimes,” Catra sighed, planting countless kisses along the shaft of their cock, satisfied as she grew more used to the taste and feel of it. “And you’re cruel too. But that makes you like me. I don’t think I was meant to be around good people…because I don’t know how to be good. I’m better off with people like you. Good or evil, you don’t care, so how can I drive you away when I mess up at being either?”
Catra’s sadly flickered her eyes down, a tremble in her for a moment, Double Trouble petting her head softer before arching up and shivering all over as she licked across their cock from base to tip while still playing with their balls. She then lapped up of some of their pre-cum, a perturbed look on her face that slowly turned to interest as she hungrily drank up more of it. It was painful in a way, for Catra’s tongue was equally parts rough as it was soft, leaving no wounds but an ache of electrified pain. Yet, pain was a familiar game in making love to Double Trouble, and their ears lowered as both hands took to petting Catra as she kept lovingly licking and kissing their cock, her purring softly the whole while through.
“Most of us in the Horde are orphans,” Catra said, planting a series of hungry, affectionate kisses atop the head of the cock. “Did you have a family growing up, or were you like us?”
“I do have some memories of mom and dad, but they’re a bit fuzzy seeing how they sold me when I was so young.”
Catra jolted up from where she was working on their cock, horror stricken, while Double Trouble flicked their ears and looked as carefree as normal.
“What…?” The word fell heavy from Catra’s mouth, her heart twisting taut, hoping she had somehow misheard them. “What do you mean you were sold?”
“Do you think something like me is common? Darling, there’s only one Double Trouble in the world! Most of my people can only change their colors, not their shape…but I was born different, and different is valuable to collectors.” Double Trouble smiled wide, throwing their head back in a dramatic pose. “And I was a nightmare to try and raise. I was so horrid that my parents found more use in getting rid of me, and fetched a very good price they did—I’m proud of them for that. I can’t even remember my real name, mom and dad would barely use it, they’d just yell at me to stop being other people and causing problems all the time. You know, people would always tell me that whenever I came around things got worse, like I were a living curse or something. That I doubled the trouble of anywhere I went, in a manner of speaking.”
The horror on Catra’s face dissolved more into a quiet misery, her eyes trembling upon Double Trouble as she crawled forward atop them. She held their face ever so gently between her hands, and looked at them—they genuinely seemed unbothered by any of it. The smile looked real on their face, the mischief in their eyes, and she hated that. She hated that she couldn’t truly tell what parts of them were real, and what parts of them were their ever-active performance.
“You were just a kid…!” Catra gasped, her eyes watering. “Kids…kids do dumb things all the time…people shouldn’t hurt them for it, let alone hate them. How old were you when they did that to you?”
“Maybe seven?” Double Trouble said and shrugged. “My parents were always trying to hold me back anyway, and the person they sold me to was interesting for a while. I learned a lot about performing and surviving around him. What’s with that look, kitten?” Double Trouble leaned forward, booping their nose against Catra’s. “We’re supposed to be having fun here.”
“How are you not angry?” Catra cried out, her voice cracking a little. “You were thrown away and abandoned like garbage! They hurt you, the only people that were supposed to unconditionally be there for you. You were a kid! No kid deserves to be used like that.”
“Love, each moment can be a carnival if you let it, so why should I be angry or sad or hurt or any of that? I told you there are only three reasons I do anything, and none of those emotions are fun, valuable, or good for survival. From the moment I was born I have just wanted to live, live, live!” Double Trouble laughed, throwing out their arms in a wide gesture like the world was in their embrace. “And I can’t do any living if I get all hot and bothered over what mommy and daddy or any of my owners did to me. I’m free now…and you’re free too, you know? Free from your owners, your mother, and the people that hurt you.” Catra’s hair flared up all over, her eyes turning away in shame, but Double Trouble took her face and forcefully pointed it back towards them. “That’s how you beat them once and for all—you forget them. You move past all the ways they hurt you. That, or you stab them in the heart while they sleep, whichever one is more convenient. Then, once you do, you’re truly free.”
“I…I can’t be like you!” Catra screamed out, tears flinging from her face and onto theirs as she hiccupped out struggled breaths. “Don’t you know how much I want to forget? How much I want to stop thinking about everything that’s happened to me? How much I don’t want to be me! I…I hate living like this…I hate myself. But I can’t be like you. How!” Fury took to Catra as her tears kept up, grabbing Double Trouble by the shoulders and shaking them violently. “Get angry! Get scared! Cry! There must be something that hurts inside you!”
“All the best actors hurt the most inside,” Double Trouble said with a smirk, the briefest of falter in their eyes into something far more miserable. “But the secret is to turn it into an asset, transform your pain into something you can use to conquer the world and everyone around you, and to help give life to your performance. And you say you can’t be like me, but look at you! Look where you are right this moment, who you’re with, and what you’re doing. Even I’m surprised by all of this. I thought I had finally figured you out, but I have to admit you are harder to pull apart than most. Is this the Catra you’ve always known, or have you finally stepped out of that cage of yours?”
A distance took to Catra’s face as she loosened her grip from Double Trouble’s shoulders, claws marks in them, Double Trouble letting out an overdramatic ow. Catra retracted her claws, wiped at her tears, and breathed deeply in and out while looking about the room. She looked to Double Trouble in front of her, naked and still aroused despite everything. She looked to herself naked as well and still dripping from the orgasm they gave her. She watched their smile, and she felt the ache in her own face from how she had been smiling…she had been smiling! She smiled so little that to even have a smile continuously on her face for so short a time actually caused it to ache with quiet pain. Yet against that ache, a smile fought up her face again, and she touched upon it and felt how real it was.
She was not supposed to get close to anyone. She was not supposed to let anyone touch her. She was not supposed to smile or laugh. She was supposed to drive people away when she yelled at them or hurt them or let them see her cry. They were supposed to leave when she let them see her pathetic desperation. She was not supposed to be so vulnerable, but there Double Trouble sat, still smiling, still with a fire alight in their eyes, tail happily wagging, no indication they wanted to leave her. No indication that they were angry or annoyed or upset or that it was all miserably unfun for them…because it was fun. It was so endlessly fun even beyond the anxiety of engaging intimately with another person.
“This isn’t me at all…” Catra said, every part of her perking up at once. “This isn’t me at all!”
Catra laughed in swirling joy, jumping atop Double Trouble and nuzzling her face against theirs before starting to kiss them all over. Double Trouble started laughing too from the tickling of all her fur and kisses, mixed in with restrained moans whenever Catra’s lips would land on theirs or upon their neck. Every now and then Catra feeling their cock rub against her a bit from their intertwined bodies.
Catra lowered down more, teasing across Double Trouble’s nipples with her tongue and fingertips, before sliding her hands along their sides and onto their stomach. Feeling the heat of it, the gentle push up and down of their breaths, before looking back down to their cock. Her eyes widened and sparkled, it growing ever the more desired and beautiful in her sight. She crawled back down to it, reaching out it with her hand, which made Double Trouble flinch for a moment.
“I know what I’m doing,” Catra said, wrapping her hand around their cock. “I’m not gonna cut you here with my claws. I told you, I’m not some naïve idiot like Adora is when it comes to—”
But as Catra stroked down on the cock, and the foreskin fully peeled to reveal its head, she screamed out and jumped back, all her hair on edge.
“I’m sorry!” she cried out. “I don’t know what I did to it! Are you okay? Do we need to get you to a medical bay?”
“Darling, the skin is supposed to peel down like that.”
Catra looked between the cock and the painfully smug look on Double Trouble’s face, and let out a huff as a deeply embarrassed blush took her face.
“I…I knew that,” Catra muttered, taking hesitant hold of Double Trouble’s cock again. “I just wanted to make you laugh after all that serious stuff.”
“Don’t fret so much about making me laugh, for what else can one do but smile around an adorable kitten like you? To be honest for only the second time in my life, I haven’t had this much fun in years.”
Catra’s face softened in its expression, a happy bob in her head as her thoughts filled with all the sweet words, gestures, and touches from Double Trouble. She kept up a gentle stroking on their cock, doing her best not to hurt them in the process, for she knew it was highly sensitive at least. Snuggling out across their thighs, the smile peacefully remained on her face as she kept pumping their cock, feeling how much it reacted to every touch from her. More impossible than the idea of her ever letting herself engage sexually with another person was the idea that someone would actually want her that way. That someone else could ever need to be joined as one with her. Yet, when Double Trouble threw their head back in near delirious bliss, their hands digging into the blankets, smiling and giggling as she had when they were inside her, it was oh so clear the impossible was real.
The longer Catra kept stroking the cock, though, the more she kept thinking of their tongue inside her, and how much more intense that had felt. So she stopped her pumping and returned her face close to the cock. It had become soaked over with pre-cum, and she hesitantly opened her mouth a little. There was some doubt in her mind of whether it was something they’d want her to do, but when she shyly flickered up to see Double Trouble’s desperate anticipation, she opened up wider and took their cock into her mouth.
She coughed at first, going too deep at once, and the substantial size of their cock made it harder to breath. Still, regaining herself, and with its heat and hardness inside her mouth, she relaxed into the act of it. It wasn’t exactly some delicious confection like the treats Entrapta would make…but there was something very intoxicating about it. Something that made her head spin as she kept rubbing her tongue long its shaft and head, as she kept pumping her mouth up and down the length of it, trying to see how deep she could get it inside her without gagging.
As she kept sucking on Double Trouble’s cock, one hand lowered down below to keep fiddling with the playful softness of their balls, and the other reached down to her own sex to rub at her clit. It was too good. Especially every moan and whimper and cry coming out from Double Trouble: those sounds all hit her like an aphrodisiac, making her more hungrily devour their cock and work on fucking herself.
Then a shift in Double Trouble, their hands atop her head gripping her tightly, massaging in, a shift in their body as they started to thrust and push her head into the cock. She coughed at first, a part of her wanting to ask them to go slower so she could get used to it, until something made her stop any attempt to slow it down.
“Catra,” Double Trouble moaned, continuing to thrust their cock into her mouth, their fingers digging in deep. “Catra, Catra, Catra, Catra…”
They kept muttering her name like a sacred prayer, when so rarely they ever used her name. It was always kitten this or darling that or some other pet name. With how they said her name with such adoration, she fought back against the gagging sensation of feeling their cock climb down her throat, kept holding out her breath from gasping out. It hurt with how fast and hard they kept thrusting, how deep it kept going inside her…to the point her eyes were watering…but she loved it. She loved how desperate they were to be inside her, how broken their voice was while chanting her name. Her name alone. She was everything in that moment to them with their cock slickly sliding in and out her throat as they fucked her face, and she relished in that feeling as its heat and hardness burned her insides.
“Catra..!” Double Trouble cried out louder than the other times, their voice cracking.
Double Trouble completely pulled out their cock from inside Catra’s throat and mouth, Catra coughing out as a huge trail of spit and pre-cum came with it. She was confused at first why they had left, but as Double Trouble began rapidly stroking their cock it became apparent as they began to orgasm and cum began to shoot out from them and onto Catra’s face. The first spluttering of cum painted her cheek and almost got into her hair. Another blast landed on her nose and over her lips with some in her hair. With the bit on her lips, she remembered the taste of the pre-cum she had eaten, and she opened up her mouth to catch more of their cum atop her tongue as they kept frosting her face. There was far more of it than Catra had expected, its sticky white warmth dripping all over her face and hair, and being swallowed down her throat. When the bursts stopped shooting out, she moved in and sucked the rest of the cum drizzle out from the tip of Double Trouble’s cock, making them nearly collapse from the pleasure until there was no more cum to suck free.
Double Trouble then shook their head rapidly as if waking up from a long dream, a greatly worried expression taking to their face like someone who had just fumbled the audition for their dream role. They clasped their hands nervously as they looked at Catra who was curiously feeling at some of the cum painted on her face.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t very professional of me,” Double Trouble said. “One should never proceed with a scene if one’s partner doesn’t know what’s going to happen next.”
“Well, I have to learn somehow.” Catra giggled, wiping off more cum from her face and playfully licking it off her hand. “Besides, that was pretty fun, so why would I be angry?”
“Most girls don’t like that, especially without warning.”
“Just like there’s only one Double Trouble, there’s only one Catra.” Catra gave a wink, moving in closer to Double Trouble as she kept rubbing off bits of cum and swallowing them down, purring as her nose touched theirs. “You’re very cute, you know? Like painfully so. It’s ridiculous.”
“What’s gotten into you, kitten?”
“You,” she said, rubbing her finger across their lips, Double Trouble tasting a bit of their own cum upon it. “Quite literally.”
Catra pulled them back down into the bed, the two giggling as they went, Catra rolling Double Trouble onto their stomach. From there, she felt at their shoulders and moved all along the curved of their back to land at their tight ass. Their tail continually caressing about her as they looked at her so lost in feeling about their body.
“And what are you curious about?” Double Trouble asked.
“I wanted to know if your tail was really not as sensitive as mine when you wrapped around it.” Catra grabbed at the base of Double Trouble’s tail, stroking it a little, and heard a whimper come from them which made her proudly laugh. “Ha! I knew you were a liar.”
Double Trouble’s tail started to whip about as Catra took it into her hands and gently stroked up and down its length, it growing wild in its movements, but her hands kept steady hold. She grew all the more amused at Double Trouble kicking their legs up and down, trying to resist the effects her hands were having on them. Then, as the tail whipped by her face, she gently bit it and kept the tip between her teeth.
She felt a new shaking from Double Trouble then, almost letting go for fear she was truly hurting them, but it was obvious from their expression it was more pleasure than pain. So she began to nibble and bite at succulent parts of their tail, leaving a trail of red marks along their skin where she had been. Crawling her trail of bites back down to the base, where she felt them raise their hinds up a little, their ass shaking about.
“You like a little pain, don’t you?” Catra said, slapping their ass. “Me too.”
Catra smirked, smacking them again in the ass. Then again. And again. Each time would elicit a tiny yip from Double Trouble, who buried their face more into the blankets as she kept hitting them. A dozen times. Two dozen times. Enough to make her hand start to tingle, and their flesh turn raw, their ass and tail all marked by her carnage while trembling happily.
Then Double Trouble exhaled heavily when they felt Catra lean in above them and grind her pussy against the base and length of their tail. They moaned to feel their flesh become slick with her wetness and heat as she rubbed back and forth, back and forth, pleasured grunts escaping Catra as her claws teased at their back. Not breaking the flesh, but a hair’s width from it if she wanted to make them bleed.
Double Trouble let out a yell when a deep scratch was carved in their back by accident from those teasing claws, Catra immediately ceasing and pulling off of them, blinking rapidly at all the bruises, welts, and marks on their body, and at the fresh wound bleeding on their back. Her hair flared up in terror, shrinking down in her place, and she looked like she might sprint away.
“Just a reflex,” Double Trouble said, sitting up and flinching at how raw their ass was. “It’s okay. I’m a quick healer, and I have had people cut me up before. I’ve seen it all.”
“But do you enjoy people doing that to you?”
“I can take it. Who am I to stop another’s exploration and fun?”
“I asked if you enjoy it, Double Trouble.”
“I can enjoy my pain…but I do greatly prefer not to be damaged in the process.”
Catra nodded, ashamed, before crawling back over and wrapping herself around Double Trouble in a hug. They seemed surprised by the action, hesitant to return it before they gave in to it. Her fur was wet all over with sweat, but she remained ever so soft and warm, Double Trouble nuzzling into her.
“You did nothing wrong,” Double Trouble whispered. “Get out of the tired old Catra and into your role as the brand new Catra. Don’t be afraid, and don’t beat yourself up.”
“How do you stand being around me?”
“Well, the pay is excellent.” Catra flinched in agony, but as she did so Double Trouble hugged her tighter and kissed her cheek. “But the company is simply divine. I find you quite fascinating.”
“You’re not upset?”
“With you, love…never.”
Catra smiled again, tightening her hug, gently patting at their back and the base of their tail. Even if a part of her was feeling lighter, something still ate away at her. Something that stabbed into her at feeling the slick of their blood while hugging them. Guilt. Doubt. Fear. Anxiety. Worthlessness. Everything clawing and cloying about the horrid state of being her and being alive.
“How do you feel about giving pain?” Catra whispered without feeling. “Could you do that?”
“The greatest pleasure is in pleasuring another. Is that what you truly want, kitten?”
Catra disengaged from the hug, the light in her eyes and the smile she had turning more solemn as she sat before Double Trouble. She kept looking at them and their joy, and she felt sick inside, like something as horrible as her shouldn’t be near them at all. That she didn’t deserve their patience, their softest touch, or any of the various pleasures they had brought her. That she didn’t deserve any of the kind words they had said to her that night.
“Hit me, please,” Catra muttered. “I want you to hit me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
“How hard?”
“As hard as you can.”
Double Trouble nodded, Catra easing up her muscles and calming her breathing. Then it came out, and Double Trouble’s fist collided into her right shoulder. It stung a bit, but she growled at it.
“That’s not your hardest,” Catra said.
Double Trouble punched again into her shoulder, more anger taking to her.
“Stop holding back!” Catra screamed. “And hit something more sensitive. Like my stomach.”
There was a brief falter to Double Trouble’s smile, a flicker in those mischievous eyes as Catra kept staring them down. A moment later, their fist collided into her stomach, knocking a bit of the air out of her and causing her to flinch forward a bit before sitting back up.
“Hit me like you hate me!” Catra cried. “Again!”
The faltering in Double Trouble’s expression was more apparent, but they struck her again, that time leaving a more lingering pain in her gut and insides. Yet, she pounded her hands into the bed as the pain was not enough. It was not enough for what she deserved.
“Hit my face,” she rasped. “Do it now.”
“Catra,” Double Trouble spoke softly, a nervous tremble in their tail and hands. “Why risk damaging something so perfect?”
“It’s not perfect! Nothing is perfect about me! Now hit me!”
Double Trouble’s fist collided with the right side of her face almost instantly after her words, and immediately she felt the ache in her flesh and bones as she was nearly sent tumbling over onto her side. It would probably bruise her, but it was nothing lingering. Nothing that would injure her. She-Ra had punched her many times over, so that fist from Double Trouble was akin to a kiss.
She huffed in anger, leaping out of the bed to reach under it where she pulled out her whip from the Crimson Waste. She dropped the whip before Double Trouble, whom the light and smile had left from entirely, strikingly discordant colors of anxiety taking to their face. They eyed the whip, and then looked to Catra who kept staring them down.
“Use that,” Catra said. “That’ll leave a real mark.”
Double Trouble hesitantly picked up the whip, gripping its handle and feeling the tough leather of its body, and knew that to directly strike flesh with it would be to tear that flesh shear off. Catra then sat herself with her back to them, as if presenting it as a canvas for them to work upon. Double Trouble’s hand tightened on the handle at first, before loosening, a snarl on their face that sighed itself away into a disappointed shake of the head.
“What are you waiting for?” Catra asked.
“I’m waiting for you to stop pouting and realize you don’t want me to do this to you.”
“Why would I tell you to do this if I didn’t want you to do it!”
“Because you’re happy right now. You’re having fun, you’re laughing, and everything feels good…so of course you feel you don’t deserve it. All you feel like you deserve is to hurt and be punished for the horrible crime of being Catra!” Double Trouble sighed, tossing the whip aside. “Unlike me, you can’t be anyone else. You have to learn to like her.” They crawled forward, kissing at Catra’s neck, nibbling and biting in deep to mark her as she had their tail, a bit of blood pouring out from her. “I like you.”
As they slithered about to Catra’s face, reptilian smile sneaking up their face, they stopped in their tracks at seeing her crying again. When she saw them looking, it only made her tears flow faster and cause her to turn away in shame. Double Trouble tsked at her again, continuing to kiss and nibble her shoulder, hugging her from behind.
“I’d much rather make you feel good than hurt you,” Double Trouble whispered. “It’s unbearably boring to repeat the same old plots, and haven’t people hurt you enough in your life? So let’s add a twist to your life’s story—let me make you feel good. Let me take care of little Catra this night. You can be happy, you know? Catra is allowed to be happy. Catra can have nice things. Catra can have someone that holds her close at night.”
A hiccup and a sob from Catra, a mewled whine like she were still a child again crying and hiding from Shadow Weaver and desperate to find Adora to help shield her. There was no Adora anymore to protect her. There was no Scorpia to cradle her close. There was only Double Trouble, with nothing but insincerity woven throughout their entire being, choking sniffles coming from her as she wiped at her tears.
“I…I want to feel you inside me again,” Catra said, barely audible. “All of you. If you…if you want me anymore.”
“Darling, I already told you I don’t want you.” Double Trouble snickered, planting an ever so devouring kiss on Catra’s lips. “I need you. Now, I assume you’ll want to be in a position where you can look at me again, correct?”
Catra meekly nodded, a smile returning to her, the childish vulnerability and innocence remaining. Double Trouble took her hand, guiding her along back to be lying in the bed where they straightened out the blanket below her, and fluffed up her pillow before gently placing her head back on it. They then placed themself between her thighs, taking hold of them in either hand and pushing them up slightly. Their cock was gently resting atop her pubic area as they were adjusting themselves to engage in the Missionary Position.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” Double Trouble said. “Let me know what feels good, and what doesn’t. And if you get scared along the way, it’s all right—even people who aren’t virgins get scared.” Catra’s face reddened ever more, ears lowering as she kept eye contact with Double Trouble. “Are you absolutely sure you want it to be me as your first time?”
“I don’t want it to be you,” Catra mewled softly. “I…I need it to be you.”
Double Trouble’s face lit up in delightful glee at those words, all of them bristling as their pure excitement grew. In the air shared between them was an oddly sugared aura for such an adult act, a warm playfulness often lost in such engagements.
“With how active you are, your hymen has probably been torn already, right?” Double Trouble asked. “I just need to make sure before getting started.”
“Yeah, a long time ago.” Catra sighed, laughing a little to herself. “Me and Adora were so horrified until Shadow Weaver had to explain what happened. We thought I was dying or something. But, I’m sorry you don’t get to be the one to do it…”
“It makes it easier an experience for you, so don’t worry. Less painful, less scary, less confusing. Nothing is lost. This treasure is still mine.” Double Trouble’s smile beamed again, taking hold of their cock and positioning its head to enter inside of Catra. “Are you ready?”
“Please, I’m ready,” Catra purred, her eyes still wet with tears, looking right at Double Trouble’s face. “I don’t want to feel any difference between your and my body…”
“You won’t be alone. I’ll be a part of you.”
Catra kept looking at their face rather where they were going to enter into her, ever so fragile as Double Trouble rubbed the head of their cock around her outer walls before starting to slip it into her. She flinched, letting out a squeak of sorts at the sensation of it, but Double Trouble pushed it inside gently and slow enough for the strange sensations not to overwhelm her. Deeper and deeper, it felt like it was going further inside her than should be possible…and she wanted it further still. Then a halt, a rasp to her breath looking down to see Double Trouble’s cock buried into her to its base, a sort of knot in her stomach like it were pushing that deep as well. Her mind ran over a thousand thoughts per second trying to unpack the feeling of her inner walls contracting against their cock as if she needed it to empty inside her immediately. A flicker of fear for a second remembering how much cum had been shot out onto her face, the idea of all that going inside her terrifying, but it would be worth it. She wanted it all. She wanted it as deep as it could be…the feeling of another person as part of her.
“Are you doing okay?” Double Trouble asked, Catra meekly nodding. “I’m gonna pull in and out a few times now, let you feel the rhythm and force, and let you get used to how that is. I’ll start out slow, and we can work our way up from there.”
Catra sucked in a breath, nearly crying with joy, a thankful gleam in her eyes where on another day she might have screamed at them for babying her so. Yet, she was feeling tired, oh so tired and aching. That for too long a time she had been waiting for something like this, a chance to lay back and be taken care of in entirety.
When Double Trouble pulled back and started to slowly thrust in and out of her—deep, tender pushes into her innermost pleasure—she dug her claws into the mattress and sighed out in relief. Despite the peculiar ache in her tummy and the quivering of her insides, every push of their cock made more of her relax. It felt like all her muscles were dissolving away, the smile plastered on her face as she kept switching between looking at where Double Trouble was entering inside her, and staring at their face. She got lost in the intense concentration they held beyond the ways they were being molded to the will of pleasure. Every movement was being carefully laid out by Double Trouble. The force, the rhythm, the depth, their touches, all to help gradually ease her into it. Every now and then they turned their eyes to her, and they gifted her another wink or blown kiss.
“I’m gonna go a bit harder and faster now,” Double Trouble said, leaning over closer to Catra, pushing her body up. “Unless you prefer I keep it at this pace.”
“I won’t know if I like it better until I try it.” Catra’s hands shook, hesitantly rising up and grasping hold of Double Trouble’s face. “Keep going.”
Double Trouble turned their head and kissed one of the hands upon their face, and they ramped up the intensity of their thrusts into Catra, and the frequency of slicking in and out of her depths. The speed and force of it started to make a wet slapping-like sound ring out into the quiet bedroom, a noise mixed in with the rush of their strained breaths, Catra’s face aflame as more moans and whines of pleasure were escaping her. The deeper, harder, and faster their cock went, the more Catra wanted it inside her, the more she wanted them to keep going and going forever into her.
Double Trouble moved one of their hands free of its previous position helping push her body into their cock to instead start petting Catra’s head, gently moving their fingers through her hair and toying with her ears. Then that hand moved down lower across her body, and laid itself over Catra’s womb. They kept their hand resting there, focusing on how Catra’s body trembled with each thrust they took, how it shook with the quivering of her pleasures…and how it shook gently from her purring. A tiny, adorable vibration throughout her entire body, her face possibly the most sickeningly cute thing Double Trouble had ever laid eyes on that only further engorged their cock, and kept them pushing harder into her. No one else before them had ever seen such a sight, felt such a thing, or been one with her. It was exhilarating to live out everything as new as creation, and improvise along the way.
From atop her womb, their hand drifted down to gently find her clit and toy with it. The wetness of Catra’s arousal was leaking out all around her, painting her thighs, staining the bed below, and it made Double Trouble’s cock slick with it. Catra was starting to thrash her head back and forth, mixes of screams, whimpers, and joyous laughter coming out of her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Catra begged. “Keep doing it like that.”
Double Trouble nodded, keeping their current force, rhythm, and way of playing with her clit. With each squelching thrust in, Catra’s body began to stiffen more, her back arch slightly higher, more uncontrolled noise escape her. Higher, higher, higher, her back entirely off the bed as she bit into her own hand and stared again at Double Trouble’s face. Then she hitched a breath to see them already staring in her direction, at how attentive and soft their eyes were, like they would never do anything to hurt her. That it almost looked like they were looking upon someone they loved instead of an unlovable person like her.
At the sight of that vision of love, Catra screamed out Double Trouble’s name, arching up as high as possible as she could barely breathe from the pleasure of it all. Double Trouble pulled out dripping with her arousal to let Catra freely squirt once more, eclipsing over her sex with their mouth to drink it again, and using their tongue to help prolong her orgasm after their cock’s departure. One quake, two quakes, ever more and more as they kept drinking her up. She was convulsing in all the muscles of her body like the times Shadow Weaver would electrocute her, but instead each shock was its own exploding world of pleasure. It was breaking her mind to try and understand how good a body could truly feel. Double Trouble licked their lips after Catra’s discharges stopped, and then gently slid their cock back into her, making her moan out as the reverberations of her orgasm were still in effect.
“I’m close to finishing too,” Double Trouble ached out, their face flinching, body briefly tensing as if holding back cumming in her right that second. “I need to know if you want me to pull out when I’m ready like I did with your mouth.”
Perfect awareness returned to Catra amidst the mind-numbing pleasure of her orgasm and Double Trouble’s cock, looking again to where they were inside her, and at their quietly pleased face. She swallowed deeply, hiccupping, a few stray tears falling off as she twirled at some of her hair.
“You…you wouldn’t mind doing it inside me?” she asked.
“Darling, I love a good finisher.”
“You aren’t scared of what might happen?” Catra turned her head aside, both fear and a deepening blush taking her face. “What if I get pregnant?” Meekly, her eyes turned back to looking at them, a slowing thud in her chest. “Is that okay with you…?”
“I can change everything about my body, even what comes out of it. I won’t fire live rounds inside of you, as I am not seeking to be a parent to some kittens, kitten.” Catra’s eyes widened, looking ever the more embarrassed, and even somewhat hurt. “For a price, though, if you do ever want kittens, I’d be happy to make you a mother, but I won’t be offended if you want a different partner for that job. I know there are a lot of people in the world who’d prefer not having their children look like me.”
“We both have tails, so I’m sure any kids we have together would turn out fine. If we’re both one-of-a-kind, we could make one-of-a-kind kids too. They’d all be beautiful, like you are.” Catra blinked, as if lost for a moment in truly realizing the things she was saying. “But I’m…I’m not somebody who should be a mother. Not now. Not ever.”
“I’m of the same cut—I’m not made to be a parent. How could I care for a kid if I’m laughing every time they scrape their knee? Though, if I had no choice but to have a kid one day…I’d love for them to have your eyes. To have your smile and your laugh, the softness of your fur, the ferocity of your bite, the fire in your every emotion. You’d be the ideal partner to maybe make the first tolerable child in this world.” Double Trouble breathed in deeply, starting to move their hips again and thrust in and out of her, barely blinking as if put in a trance from Catra’s image alone. “And if it’s worth anything coming from me, I think you’d be a perfectly lovely mother.”
Catra was still trying to process those previous comments when her mind was growing blank again from their cock returning to its place inside her where it belonged, where it needed to be and stay. The gentle build up was gone, and it returned back to the force and intensity it had been when she had her orgasm, quakes of it hitting her again from the continued stimulus. Their cock was living fire inside of her, her mind stuck on the thought of when they would cum, of it filling up her womb. Of switching between the idea it doing nothing…or of it taking hold. The thought of pregnancy was always a terrifying thing, so she could not understand why there was a longing for their seed to take root in that moment. She knew she couldn’t raise a child, and neither would they…at least without a cost. It would be no family, but the thought of a baby girl or boy in her arms—something beautiful birthed from her ugliness—almost made her want to cry again.
“Why do you think I’d be a good mother…?” Catra sniffled, staring with ever greater affection at the sight of Double Trouble.
“I know you think you’d be horrible because you believe you’ll end up like your own mother and hurt your child,” Double Trouble grunted, not slowing in their thrusts. “But I think you’d be amazing because you’d move the world to be everything she wasn’t, to give them everything you never had. With the nightmare of your life, darling, that means you’d be an angel of a mother and that child will be simply spoiled with love. Imagine that…a halo on my kitten.”
The room grew quiet to Catra then, her eyes widening, and she filled with the sight of Double Trouble as a loving sheen overtook her every expression. Her heart thumped heavy in her chest like it was falling forever, more than her body aching, but an ache rattling her very soul. Tears of joy were dripping from her eyes at how magical Double Trouble looked before her in that moment, the very radiance of their skin glowing like something holy.
They leaned in closer to her, and she felt them pumping into her faster and harder than ever before, so rapid her entire body was shaking with each thrust…and she knew that they would be cumming inside her soon. That she soon she would be filled with a part of them.
“Double Trouble,” she said ever so lovingly, touching their face like they were the only real thing left in the world. “I think I…I think that I might…the way you make me feel, it’s…it’s been so long since anyone else has made me feel this way. Since I smiled or laughed…or my heart has…hurt like this. I’ve been terrified to ever let myself feel that way again for someone, because what if they leave me again, and it’s been hard to let go of the old feelings I had, but I’m tired of being scared. I want to be the new Catra, so help me play that part. Teach me. Be with me. Stay with me. Double Trouble, I really think I love—”
She could not complete the words as Double Trouble suddenly covered over her mouth with their hand, and their thrusting stopped with them as deep in her as they could go. They looked down at her, their eyes harsh as they sighed and shook their head, far less of that twinkle of love inside them that Catra had seen prior. Gently, they pat her hair, and then they loosed their hand from around her mouth, a desperate quivering in her eyes.
“No, you don’t love me,” Double Trouble said plainly. “You’re just every emotional right now, and if I let you say it, you’ll regret it in the morning. You aren’t good enough of an actress to make a line like that ever feel believable…at least with it being delivered to me.”
“I’m…I’m not confused!” Catra desperately cried. “I know what I’m saying, Double Trouble. Please listen to me. I want…I want to be different. I want you…! I need it to be you. We can help each other. We can love each other.”
“I’m trying to be kind, kitten. What would you feel if you had said those three words to me this morning before any of this happened? Would it have felt real at all? It would have felt crazy to say, right? Like the most obvious lie ever told.”
“I…I never realized what you could be…and I didn’t understand before what it was inside me. I know better now, you have to listen to me!”
“I’m not offended you can’t feel anything for me, don’t worry. Still, if you really want to share love with me this night, I can give it to you. You may not be good enough of an actress for such things, but I am actor enough to make anything believable.”
“But would you really mean it…?”
“You tell me, darling.” Double Trouble let out a content sigh as their eyes softened with warmth, their smile turned serene, and their ears fluttered low in repose. “I love you, Catra.”
Those words grabbed at Catra’s heart and took complete control of it, the tears starting to quietly flow again, and she agonized inside that she couldn’t tell if they were lying. Every bit of their tone, their expression, all of it felt so painfully sincere. She bit at her lip, trying to stop herself from sobbing, but it was no use against what those words were making her feel. Those words were everything. Those words were like breathing after years of choking.
“I love you, Catra…I love you, Catra,” Double Trouble said as they resumed pounding their cock into her. “I love you, Catra…I love you, Catra…I love you, Catra.”
Each time they said those three words they hit with the same force and sincerity as the last, the tears streaming faster out of Catra as she kept smiling to herself. As everything inside her both ached and was free at last from pain. As they kept saying their I love yous to her, each thrust of their cock into her felt like a repeating of that phrase as well. That it wasn’t mere animal pleasure, but love they were delivering into her. Love, love, love, in her most intimate of places. Love, love, love, in her most vulnerable of places. Love, love, love, in the deepest parts of her. Love, love, love, all for Catra alone.
That love would shatter into her, and it would be her name screamed out from Double Trouble, huffing, panting, and moaning out in ecstatic worship as they began to orgasm inside her, quivering hot streams of their cum started squirting out and filling into her womb. Bursting as before in a fountain of it, Double Trouble continuing to thrust inside as bit-by-bit her womb filled entirely with their semen, and some trailed out to leak around their cock. It was everything. She never wanted it stop, hoping that somehow they could keep pounding in forever, pounding deeper and deeper filling more of her, curing every lonely space and putting a piece of themself there to keep her warm. Something to let her know she was wanted, desired, cared for, and loved.
When Double Trouble would finally pull out, cum came pouring out from their creampie and kept twitching out their cock as they collapsed atop Catra who held them close to herself, wrapping her arms and legs around them. Locked in her embrace, she kissed over their head and face and lips again and again like a lover long lost returned to her. Purring and nuzzling more against them, she was shaking inside and out at how wonderful it felt to feel the sticky warmth of their cum within her and slicked along her thighs and pubic hair.
“Hey, Double Trouble,” Catra whispered. “Would you like the stay the whole night with me? I don’t know if sleeping together and cuddling with someone is fun or not, but I thought I’d ask…”
“I usually prefer to sleep alone,” Double Trouble said, a brief flicker of sadness to Catra. “But you’re oh too soft, so I don’t think you could get me to leave even if you wanted me to.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” Catra let out in a hot breath. “I never want you to leave. I want you here with me from now on. I don’t want you on anymore missions where you could get hurt or captured—I want you with me by my side and nowhere else. We’ll go everywhere together. We’ll do it all together. And soon this war will be over, and I…when I’m charge…I can give you everything you want. More money than you could ever spend, every day a carnival of fun. I can give you the world. So stay with me, please, then you can always feel this softness each night. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Double Trouble’s throat went dry, a skip in their heart as a dreadful heaviness took over their entire body. A sinking feeling so rapid like they might break through the floor. A tightening in every muscle looking at how gently Catra was gazing upon them, each touch and kiss a sweet embrace from her.
“Maybe…maybe we should shower before bed,” Double Trouble stuttered.
“Why shower when there might be more messes to make?” She planted a lingering kiss upon their lips, smiling and laughing to herself. “It feels good inside me, right? So why even pull out at all? Just keep it in me.”
Catra rolled out of embracing Double Trouble, reaching over and grabbing the whip from the floor and then snapping it out to shut off the lights in the room. She rolled over onto her side, snuggling into her pillow, and then patted behind herself for Double Trouble to take a space there. Double Trouble hesitated for a moment, before crawling beside her, their naked body contouring against the length of hers, Catra pulling up the soft warmth of her blanket over the both of them to mingle in their warmth. They could feel the quiet rumbles of her body still purring, the sweet sound of it like a relaxing lullaby.
“It’ll help me sleep,” Catra whispered. “Just put it in and do it slow like you started with.”
“And what do I do when you fall asleep?”
“Keep it inside me. Keep doing it until you can’t anymore. I want it all, every last bit of you. It’s all mine.”
Double Trouble nodded against her, their shape shifter biology allowing them to retain continuous erections, rubbing their hard cock against her from behind before gently sliding it inside her. At first glance, it might not even look like they were joined like that, but merely cuddling together, Double Trouble hugging her from behind. Their arms were strong about her, keeping her close as ever so gently they rocked their cock in and out of her, Catra happily relaxing her body and smiling.
“Was it fun for you…?” she asked quietly.
“Stop your worrying, kitten, there won’t be a bill in the morning. This was fun. Every last bit of it was fun.”
“I’m happy. I’m just…I’m just so happy right now…” Catra hid her face a bit under the blanket, concealing the sparkle in her eyes and her childish smile. “Are you happy too?”
“I’m…I’m incredibly happy,” Double Trouble forced out, feeling a chill take their body, a dropping in their heart again. “You are truly an amazing partner to perform with.”
“Then maybe we can have an encore in the morning,” Catra purred. “If you’re still here, that is.”
“I’ll be here.”
Catra snuggled in, rocking herself into the cock entering in and out of her, Double Trouble holding her ever the softer and continuing to pet her head as they gently thrust in, as her adorably fuzzy tail tickled at their chest and stomach. It truly was horrible how soft she was. Her face, her tummy, her floofy hair, her cute ass, her insides…all so soft. Double Trouble knew that whatever beds they took in the nights to come once the Fright Zone was to fall would feel all the colder and emptier without her.
***
Beyond Double Trouble’s every expectation, somehow Catra was able to actually fall asleep while they were fucking her from behind. They did not want to stop immediately in case the change in motion would wake her, and they kept at it even as she adorably snored and kept purring in her rest. When the time for another orgasm arrived, it took all their muscle control not to shake too much or scream lest they wake Catra when they came inside her again. Burst after burst of their cum filled her womb in a way that concerned Double Trouble in how much they wanted to feel that their seed was a part of her, and where they had to double check they were not cumming live semen into her.
“You’re going to hate me so much real soon, kitten,” Double Trouble whispered to the sleeping Catra, smirking while petting her ears. “You really shouldn’t be too upset, though, it’s nothing personal. It’s just survival and business as usual.” The smile left them, an uncharacteristically miserable look taking to them as a frown carved down their face and their eyes shook like they might cry—every bit of such emotions looking entirely wrong on them. “Besides, it’s for your own good. You said you wanted help to play the part of the new Catra, but you’ll be trapped in this old life forever unless someone burns it down. I’m doing you a favor. You should thank me…I’m giving you the part you always wanted.”
Double Trouble kept staring at Catra’s sleeping face, at the smile still present on her, a smile so rarely seen but which grasped their heart all night and shook it about their chest. They turned away in frustration, the miserable frown remaining, and they clawed at their face with their hands as rapid breaths left in and out of them. When they looked down and saw their hands shaking, they nearly screamed out at tears plopping onto them as if it were impossible for them to cry.
“The script is written, and the stage is already set, Double Trouble,” they whispered to themself, quietly slapping their own face. “It’s too late to cancel the performance. This is the show we need to put on.”
They sighed again, a trembling to their eyes, fear painting their every feature as they turned back over. They leaned in closer to Catra, their heart slowing more and more at just how strikingly beautiful she was. A tremble in their lips, a tightening in their throat, and a growing terror in their teary eyes as words fought their way out from within them. They whispered a few simple words to her oh so softly, then flinched back and grasped over their mouth, their eyes growing ever the wider in horror.
“I always said not to mix business with pleasure, Double Trouble. This just proves we need to get out of here as soon as possible.” Double Trouble sighed, their whole body shaking and deflating, their eyes softening while looking at Catra…a flicker of deeply sincere affection upon them. “We can never belong to anyone. Even…” Double Trouble reached out, letting strands of Catra’s hair slip through their fingers. “Even pretty little kittens like you.”
***
The next morning Catra awoke to find an immediate emptiness and cold take over her as Double Trouble was nowhere in bed with her. She sat up, her body and insides aching from the sex they had last night, feeling sticky and unclean all over. The room was empty. There was only her again, along with the tears in her blanket, pillows, and mattress. Her stains of pleasures. Crusted bits of Double Trouble’s cum about the bed, her clothes, and some in her hair and fur. Her ears flickered, listening if the shower was running, but it was silent.
She sucked in a deep breath, already feeling her eyes water, but growled and shook her head rapidly, starting to punch herself in the head repeatedly again and again. She pulled her knees up, hugging them and rocking a little back and forth, grinding down hard on her teeth lest she let herself scream. Of course it was that way. She felt like an idiot to think there could be any other outcome than to wake up alone once more.
The sound of her door opening made her yip out, all her hair rising up as she scrambled to put a blanket over herself. She then froze in disbelief as Double Trouble stepped into the room fully dressed. They were carrying a metal tray, and atop it was real food instead of ration bars: pancakes, strawberries, jammed toast. Along with the food was a vase full of a rainbow collection of wildflowers in bloom. Catra clutched at her chest beneath her blanket, for no one had ever given her flowers before, for they were not exactly something easy to come by in the Fright Zone.
“Oh, you’re awake, kitten?” Double Trouble said, letting out a sigh. “I wanted to be back before you got up, but I didn’t realize there wasn’t any real food in the Fright Zone. You should really tell Hordak to hire a cook. I had to go quite far out of my way to get you fed.”
Double Trouble placed the tray down on a small stool, sitting at the edge of the bed and offering up their widest smile, Catra having to look away for a second as she wiped the welling wetness from her eyes.
“Did you think I left you?” Double Trouble teased. “Darling, I make memories to last a lifetime, and no one should be left alone in the morning after their first time. Besides, someone like you deserves to be treated greater than any princess.” Double Trouble reached out, taking hold of Catra’s face and leaning in to give her a kiss. “After you eat, we can get you cleaned up in the shower, okay?”
“Will you be joining me?”
“Are you asking me to?”
Catra hesitated for a moment before smirking and nodding yes. She moved over and sat herself beside Double Trouble, lifting up the blanket to wrap the two of them in it, and leaned against them as they brought the tray up and onto her lap. They then put the flowers in place nearby, and she smiled again at the brightness of their colors, at how full Double Trouble made a room fill with their presence. How full they made every little part of her, inside and out. Her heart beat faster remembering how many times they had said they loved her the prior night, a hitch in her throat remember when the same words had almost come out of her to them. Turning to look at them, her eyes quivered, softening with sincere affections, before she looked away with a blush. She was messy, disheveled, stunk, and still rawly emotional…they wouldn’t believe her in such a state. She’d talk to them again about such things when everything was calm in her and the war was over. Then they’d see she wasn’t confused, and they wouldn’t be able to deny the force and confidence of her conviction.
“I’m glad I met you,” Catra said quietly, taking a bite of a strawberry and perking up at its sweetness. “That somehow in this world, I found you. The only you. I’ll take care of you if you take care of me. I’ll get you all the fun and money in the world, I promise. Stick with me and you’ll never need anything more. I will be the only thing you ever need.”
“I’ll take care of you…” Double Trouble said, kissing atop her head, a distance in their eyes. “We’ll help break you out of this cage, and you can fly free at last. You will burn so brightly, a shimmering star in this world of dull sludge, to whom none can match your brilliance! Whatever happens, remember that.”
Catra blushed again as she happily kept eating the breakfast Double Trouble made her, Double Trouble pressing in closer and continuing to pet her hair and breathe in her scent. Quiet sighs escaped them, knowing it would soon be gone. Knowing they would see again the pure agony, terror, and misery in Catra’s face at the end of it all, and that they would be its author. Before it had been exciting to imagine those raw emotions, to mark out every reaction she and they would play off each other, but it had lost some of its luster. Seeing more of her joy, for as delectably pretty as her tears and misery were…her smile and laughter were prettier still. But there was a job to do. There was a silly kitten trapped herself, never to be free, and Double Trouble had to be free, couldn’t be dragged down by her anchor. So even if they told her the truth of what was to come, it wouldn’t matter—she would still belong to the past. Why waste the glory of what she could become after rising out of the ashes of her old life then?
“You’re the softest thing I’ve ever held,” Double Trouble sighed. “You’d have to be the biggest fool in the world to want to leave the side of someone like you.”
“Thank you…” Catra said, mouth half full of pancakes and strawberries. “You’re…you’re pretty nice to rest against too.”
Catra sighed, nuzzling her face in against Double Trouble, Double Trouble frowning as their tail went dead still and they moved in to kiss Catra on the lips again. A kiss to better remember the texture, taste, and warm moisture of her. A kiss to mark every bit of themself onto her, and her onto them.
“What was that…?” Catra said.
“Who could resist kissing you, Catra?” Catra smiled again at her name being used, Double Trouble stroking at her face. “I think it’s a treasure I shall never tire of.”
Double Trouble trembled, leaning into Catra, taking to watching her slowly eat her breakfast. Soon the food would be gone. Soon they would enter the shower together. Soon they would leave and business would return to usual. There wouldn’t be another night they would get to spend together, which was a horrid shame with how much more they could show her about making love. The first and last all at once: it was a properly dramatic end, a bittersweet taste in Double Trouble’s mouth for such a fleeting dénouement. It would be over as countless other connections and jobs in their life had been, and if the past predicted the future, there would be no sequel to their story together. With a shaking hand running through Catra’s hair, they planted adoring kisses atop her head, almost feverish in their affections towards her.
It was cruel in a way to know such embraces with her would never be theirs to have again. Many people before had felt like toys, and Catra in a way was no different…but she was a special toy. A favorite toy. The kind of toy you drag along with you everywhere, that you wake and sleep with, that you hold when scared and lonely to feel better inside. It was a different feeling then to toss her out. A shame to toss her out when they had just found all these new aspects of her to explore, new pieces to pull apart and revel in, to wrap around and around until her head spins trying to separate herself from them. That it was nice to really be Double Trouble for a moment, to be wanted as themself and nothing else. That no one had ever cared enough to ask them about their dramatic backstory before her, and it could be oh so exciting to talk more on their life and build up their character. There was so much fun left to have with her, but the spotlights were dimming, the audience was leaving, and one must know when it’s time to take a bow and duck once more behind the red curtains. That one must bow even if there is an oh so pretty girl in the front row with a bundle of roses whose eyes are on you the entire performance—a girl you can see is inserting herself into the part of your leading lady—a girl that while you’re acting you imagine a story-within-a-story of what it would be like to swoop her up into your arms and dash away from it all. To drag her into your world, and to light the stage afire together to dance as one amidst its flames. Yet that is unprofessional and uncouth, for the star of the show isn’t supposed to grow enamored with one measly audience member…no matter how pretty her eyes are. No matter what a leading lady she could make under your guidance, you must bow, and ignore the endless possibilities of having a devoted partner in your performances for the first time in your life.
While Double Trouble’s insides coated in apathetic hoarfrost in resolve for their upcoming performance, within Catra there was only leaping fires of the purest joy, along with bouncing lights of happiness, love, and comfort as she was simply radiant. It was like a dead part of her had been brought back to life, and she could taste what it was like to live a little again on the soaring wings of perceived love. It felt like there was a reason to be in the world again, like it was not so wrong to be herself. That she belonged in some way…if even just belonging to another person, it could be enough to stop the emptiness inside from devouring her whole. A glorious starlight was gleaming all over from her as ephemeral as a candle, for soon the eviscerating storm winds were to blow, and all the fire Double Trouble had ignited in her would be but a burnt out wick amidst the rain of her tears and sorrow.