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froggimus_rex) wrote2020-07-13 04:40 pm
froggimus_rex) wrote2020-07-13 04:40 pm
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100 Words in the Ball Pit!
Content notes: non-con, ball pits.
Adora had found the stim-pods. Of course, they hadn't been looking for them, they'd been trying to find ration bars, since Adora was never not hungry these days, and Catra was getting fed up with hearing her stomach growling all the time, but naturally all they'd found were the sachets of viscous black gel that were handed out to senior cadets with their morning rations.
"Look, I think they're edible," Catra said in response to Adora's forlorn look, turning to search for a mug or bottle or something, she remembered that the older cadets had dissolved the sachets, the gel turning their water ration a murky brown.
She was still looking when a gagging noise caught her attention. Apparently Adora hadn't waited for the water, and her face twisted as she tried to scrape black gunk back off her tongue. She looked so ridiculous that Catra couldn't help laughing, hard enough that she missed Adora's expression turning hurt, then calculating. So, really, she had no reason to suspect anything when Adora grabbed the front of her uniform and kissed her, especially not when it's what they would have been doing anyway if they weren't searching for something to fill Adora's belly.
At least, not until Adora's tongue slid into her mouth and all she could taste was a foul, overwhelmingly bitterness that was somehow also cloyingly sweet. She jerked backwards, batting at her tongue, to the sound of Adora's completely unfair laughter.
[Originally posted here]
100 words of rape on wedding night
Catra sat on the bed, knees drawn up to her chest, tail wrapped tightly around her ankles, flinching at every creak and groan and footstep that came from the hallway outside, and cursed her own stupidity. She should've told Scorpia yes instead of laughing her off. She didn't want Scorpia, any more than she wanted this, but she was nice and she was kind and she cared, and there were worse things than that. But she hadn't believed that Shadow Weaver would let them, would let control of her pass to someone else, and, well, she'd been right about that, just unaware of how right, that she'd just been biding her time until Adora...
Adora. She should have listened to Adora, taken her hand any of the times she'd offered it instead of smacking it away in anger and pride. She was suddenly, fiercely glad that she hadn't given in to the petty impulse to sound the alarm when she'd caught her and her outsider friends sneaking into the compound the other night, that she was still free and clear of all this.If she had, if the guards had caught her, that was about the only thing that could've made this all worse.
The door opened. She could smell the booze on Shadow Weaver from here, which scared her even more. Shadow Weaver didn't care for drink, she barely touched the glass of wine adults at the high table were served at meals, but now she reeked of it, as well as the moonshine that was an open secret among the guards. Not that you could tell from the purposeful way she strode into the room, that had Catra trying to get away even though her back was already pressed against the headboard, even though there was nowhere to hide here.
"What? No kiss from my dutiful bride?" Shadow Weaver's tone was even more mocking than usual as she twined her fingers into Catra's hair and yanked. Instinctively she bared her fangs and hissed, even though all that earned her was a desultory backhand without even enough force behind it to hurt. "If you didn't want this, you should've left with Adora two nights ago."
She froze, fear stilling her limbs.
"Did you think we wouldn't find out? " Each word was punctuated with a twist of her hair, forcing her face up towards Shadow Weaver's mask. "You're only lucky that I saw the security footage first, that I could come up with a plan to appease Hordak with something other than your death."
Shadow Weaver forced her back onto the bad, pulling on her tail when she tried to fight. The pain wasn't as bad as the time Octavia had managed to dislocate it, but it still dazed her long enough for Shadow Weaver to pin her limbs under her weight. For her to force a knee, then her hand between her legs.
"You've made our bed, Catra," she said, as her fingers slid home with a sense of finality. "Now we both have to lie in it."
[Originally posted here]
Dashcon AU
"LOOK UPON OUR MOST PURE OF BROTHERS." Horde Prime's voice echoed around the room, almost but not quite drowning out the rapturous cacophony coming from the clones surrounding them, the screams coming from Hordak when he broke the surface, only to be smothered as he sank back down. "HE IS THE MOST FORTUNATE OF ALL, FOR HE SHALL HAVE ONE HOUR IN THE BALLPIT."
Catra did her best not to flinch as Prime's hand landed on the back of her neck, heavy and possessive, his voice now dangerously soft. "Would you care to join him, Little Sister?"
She stared at the single, stark white hand twitching above a sea of similarly stark white balls. No, she would not, and she'd do just about anything not to.
[Originally posted here]
Adora had found the stim-pods. Of course, they hadn't been looking for them, they'd been trying to find ration bars, since Adora was never not hungry these days, and Catra was getting fed up with hearing her stomach growling all the time, but naturally all they'd found were the sachets of viscous black gel that were handed out to senior cadets with their morning rations.
"Look, I think they're edible," Catra said in response to Adora's forlorn look, turning to search for a mug or bottle or something, she remembered that the older cadets had dissolved the sachets, the gel turning their water ration a murky brown.
She was still looking when a gagging noise caught her attention. Apparently Adora hadn't waited for the water, and her face twisted as she tried to scrape black gunk back off her tongue. She looked so ridiculous that Catra couldn't help laughing, hard enough that she missed Adora's expression turning hurt, then calculating. So, really, she had no reason to suspect anything when Adora grabbed the front of her uniform and kissed her, especially not when it's what they would have been doing anyway if they weren't searching for something to fill Adora's belly.
At least, not until Adora's tongue slid into her mouth and all she could taste was a foul, overwhelmingly bitterness that was somehow also cloyingly sweet. She jerked backwards, batting at her tongue, to the sound of Adora's completely unfair laughter.
[Originally posted here]
100 words of rape on wedding night
Catra sat on the bed, knees drawn up to her chest, tail wrapped tightly around her ankles, flinching at every creak and groan and footstep that came from the hallway outside, and cursed her own stupidity. She should've told Scorpia yes instead of laughing her off. She didn't want Scorpia, any more than she wanted this, but she was nice and she was kind and she cared, and there were worse things than that. But she hadn't believed that Shadow Weaver would let them, would let control of her pass to someone else, and, well, she'd been right about that, just unaware of how right, that she'd just been biding her time until Adora...
Adora. She should have listened to Adora, taken her hand any of the times she'd offered it instead of smacking it away in anger and pride. She was suddenly, fiercely glad that she hadn't given in to the petty impulse to sound the alarm when she'd caught her and her outsider friends sneaking into the compound the other night, that she was still free and clear of all this.If she had, if the guards had caught her, that was about the only thing that could've made this all worse.
The door opened. She could smell the booze on Shadow Weaver from here, which scared her even more. Shadow Weaver didn't care for drink, she barely touched the glass of wine adults at the high table were served at meals, but now she reeked of it, as well as the moonshine that was an open secret among the guards. Not that you could tell from the purposeful way she strode into the room, that had Catra trying to get away even though her back was already pressed against the headboard, even though there was nowhere to hide here.
"What? No kiss from my dutiful bride?" Shadow Weaver's tone was even more mocking than usual as she twined her fingers into Catra's hair and yanked. Instinctively she bared her fangs and hissed, even though all that earned her was a desultory backhand without even enough force behind it to hurt. "If you didn't want this, you should've left with Adora two nights ago."
She froze, fear stilling her limbs.
"Did you think we wouldn't find out? " Each word was punctuated with a twist of her hair, forcing her face up towards Shadow Weaver's mask. "You're only lucky that I saw the security footage first, that I could come up with a plan to appease Hordak with something other than your death."
Shadow Weaver forced her back onto the bad, pulling on her tail when she tried to fight. The pain wasn't as bad as the time Octavia had managed to dislocate it, but it still dazed her long enough for Shadow Weaver to pin her limbs under her weight. For her to force a knee, then her hand between her legs.
"You've made our bed, Catra," she said, as her fingers slid home with a sense of finality. "Now we both have to lie in it."
[Originally posted here]
Dashcon AU
"LOOK UPON OUR MOST PURE OF BROTHERS." Horde Prime's voice echoed around the room, almost but not quite drowning out the rapturous cacophony coming from the clones surrounding them, the screams coming from Hordak when he broke the surface, only to be smothered as he sank back down. "HE IS THE MOST FORTUNATE OF ALL, FOR HE SHALL HAVE ONE HOUR IN THE BALLPIT."
Catra did her best not to flinch as Prime's hand landed on the back of her neck, heavy and possessive, his voice now dangerously soft. "Would you care to join him, Little Sister?"
She stared at the single, stark white hand twitching above a sea of similarly stark white balls. No, she would not, and she'd do just about anything not to.
[Originally posted here]