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She-Ra and the Princesses of Power	By : Mephisto_Pegari Category: +S through Z > She-Ra Views: 4316 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-She-Ra
- 1
It's dark in this room. I mean, it's the Fright Zone, it's always dark, but this is daaark. I don't have the energy to look for a light switch, so daaark will have to do. Sitting on this chair and lifting the rectangular metal device to my face is about all I can manage right now.
*click* "Is this working? Uh, Kyle's diary, day... one I guess."
"I am using Entrapta's voice recording device to record my voice. I mean. Gah."
"I am making a record of events because I'm not sure how long I can... stay, and I want to, I don't know, just explain what happened, in case anyone cares?"
"nO ONE CARES, kYLE"
"Yes they do! I mean, I care, and Rogelio cares-"
"dEAD"
"-cared. Please, can I just, do this?"
"cATRA"
"No."
"cATRA"
"Not again."
"cATRA!"
A door on the opposite wall opens and for a moment I am blinded by the light from the corridor, partly blocked by the figure standing in the doorway. The outline of the figure is female, short and lithe, with a shock of hair.
The door closes when Catra enters and the room darkens suddenly, but the lighting in the room activates and replaces it with a dim glow (why didn't it turn on for me? Even light sensors don't notice me now?). Her head is bowed, enough that I can't see her face. Her large reddish-black ears poke through her long brown hair (or is it a mane? I never asked, seemed insensitive somehow). Apart from the ears Catra looks human. Oh, and the tail, swishing behind her. And I suppose most humans aren't covered in short light brown fur. Entrapta calls Catra 'feline' - I don't know what that means but it seems to make Catra annoyed. I mean, more annoyed than usual, she's pretty annoyed most of the time. I guess now she has reason to be.
Focus, Kyle! Ignore your Force Captain walking towards you dressed in a skimpy bikini-like top and loincloth held up by a thin belt and oh boy she looks good just look at how her hips sway - gah!
"It, uh, it started when I was ordered to scout the kingdom on Dryl after we captured its Princess, Entrapta. We - I mean, me and Lonnie and Rogelio - we were sent to survey the defenses and map possible avenues of attack. But when we got there the place was deserted. No one in the town, no one in the castle. Just a bunch of wrecked robots."
"kNEEL"
Catra starts when she hears the voice. Not surprising, it freaks me out too, and I'm the one making it. Except it's not me, it's... whatever is in me.
I'm getting a headache.
Catra, who is now standing in front of me, slowly gets to her kneels. Her hands are in her lap, the long sharp nails on the end of her fingers glinting in the low light (Entrapta called them 'claws' once and Catra almost scratched her eye out). She lifts her head and looks up at me. Her eyes were always my favorite thing about her, one blue and one yellow. I don't mean the irises are colored, I mean the whole eye, apart from black diamond-shaped pupils. That probably looks weird if you aren't used to it but I've known Catra for years so to me it's just... Catra. I still see the old Catra in her eyes, full of will and determination and impatience. If she barked orders at me now I'd probably jump to obey them, like any good cadet obeys their Force Captain. But she stays silent, looking up at me. We both know what happens next.
"sUCK"
Catra's hands lift from her lap and reach for my belt. It's kind of impressive how she can undo my belt and open my pants without scratching me with her claws but she manages it. She's had practice.
My dick is already halfway erect (I mean she's hot and nearly naked, come on). She wrestles it out of my pants and holds it in front of her. Catra hesitates a moment, then looks up into my eyes as her mouth opens and her head moves forwards. Her breath is hot on my dick as it enters her mouth. As her lips wrap around me I feel a surge of power wash over me, a sensation which is both exhilarating and terrifying. The power is... dissolving me.
I have to keep talking.
"Um, yes, Dryl. We didn't see anyone, so we just kept going deeper into the castle. I found a - oh gosh that feels, uh - I found a laboratory or a workshop or something, a place with lots of tools and half-made machines and weird things in bottles and stuff like that. Something was glowing, a disc made of crystal, and I thought hey that looks important maybe I can bring it back and Catra would say nice job Kyle or at least not hit me quite so much - ow! Sorry Catra - but when I touched it this red stuff came out of the crystal and grabbed my arm. The next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor and the crystal disc thing was stuck on my chest and it wouldn't come off and there was that red stuff all around it. Then the floor started shaking and I passed out again. Then the next time I woke I was all the way on the border of Dryl and there was a huge noise that went on for a long time and I looked up and the castle was just, it was just collapsing."
"I... I looked for Rogelio and Lonnie for as long as I could but it got too dark and I had to go back because I really wasn't feeling well."
It's getting more difficult to talk. Catra's tongue is soft against my shaft, stroking me even as the rest of her is still. Occasionally she tightens her lips around me and pulls back until her tongue has enough space to flick around the head of my dick, before sliding back down to take about two-thirds of my dick inside her warm wet mouth. And all the time she is looking up at me - she didn't do that at first but now she knows this is what I like. What... it likes.
"I'm not sure how I got back to the Fright Zone. I felt a lot better though, so I went to report to Catra straight away. She was so upset about Rogelio and Lonnie I didn't even mention the disc. She ordered me to guard the other prisoner, a rebel fighter called Bow."
"Bow was nice. He listened to all my problems, he didn't walk away before I finished talking, really nice. I mean, yes, he was an enemy of the Horde. But I felt we had a connection, you know? Oh but then his friends came along and threw me aside. Like, literally picked me up and tossed me aside like I was um, a thing that people toss away. Not cool."
I hear a snort from Catra and my hand jerks without me telling it to. I see a tiny flicker of fear in her eyes as she focuses back on blowing me, placing one hand to stroke my balls. Her nails gently scrape my skin. If she stabbed me there, would that be fatal? How much would it hurt? Could I...
"So! So, uh, I was lying on the floor watching these jerks free Bow. And I get so angry. Like, really angry. She-Ra's there of course, leading the attack. And I thought, it's all her fault. The Rebellion wouldn't stand a chance without her and her eight feet of blonde muscle and huge sword and just, glowingly healthy skin, totally flawless, I bet she doesn't even need to moisturize. Oh, I was so angry."
"And then my chest started to hurt. A lot. A real burning sensation, rising from my chest up my throat. I open my mouth and this red... thing flies out and hits She-Ra on the back of one of her legs. It's tiny though, and I guess it doesn't hurt her because she doesn't seem to notice. She just prances off with the other Rebels like attacking the Horde and taking away the only person who ever listened to me is no big deal. And that's when I pass out. Again."
"This time when I wake up, I'm on a table in Entrapta's cell and-"
There's a crashing sound from the ceiling, shortly followed by an even louder clang as a metal grille from a ventilation shaft clatters onto the floor. A purple blur leaps down from above and lands next to Catra.
"And that's where I came in!"
Entrapta draws herself up, and I swear she strikes a pose, standing legs slightly apart, hands on hips and chest forwards. She's a similar height to Catra, though her figure is more curved than the slim athletic Force Captain. What everyone notices first about Entrapta are her twin ponytails of floor-length purple hair, which she can control pretty much however she wants. Add manic cheerfulness, insatiable curiosity and an inability to keep to the subject at hand for more than ten seconds, and you get Entrapta.
Entrapta looks down at Catra, watching her former captor kneeling and bobbing her head on my dick.
"Hi Catra! You need a little help there?"
One of Entrapta's ponytails lifts up and wraps around Catra's body. Catra manages a "mmf!" of protest as she is forced into a slightly different position, then her head is pushed down. I feel the head of my dick pass into Catra's throat as Entrapta 'helps' her take in all of my shaft.
"gOOD"
"Oh, hi there, other Kyle! Powering up I see. Good! Lots to do!"
As she talks her other ponytail picks up the fallen grille and, using tools drawn from somewhere in her voluminous hair, screws it back into place.
"I know I don't need to sneak around any more but the soldiers started to give me funny looks ever since I stopped wearing clothes, so I prefer the ventilation shafts. You should really replace them with robots. Robots are always better."
"nAKED eNTRAPTA LOOKS GOOD"
"A full sentence! Excellent."
Entrapta claps her hands in glee, and her medium-sized breasts jiggle a little. I don't like to admit it but the... thing (I am not calling it 'other Kyle') is right. Entrapta looks great naked. I manage to sqeak out a plea.
"Entrapta, help"
"What do you mean, I am helping, look! Oops"
Entrapta eases up her hold on Catra just before she passes out. Catra pulls back enough to breathe in through her nose, but doesn't stop blowing me.
"No, Entrapta, help me. Kyle. This... thing is getting too powerful."
"I know, isn't it great! Successful integration of modified First Ones' tech into a living organism with sentience as an emergent property of the system's thaumatic complexity! Oh hey, that's where my recorder went!"
Entrapta grabs the voice recorder from my hands and plays back the last minute or so of me talking. Then she clicks the button and talks to the machine.
"Yes! Kyle was brought to me after the doctors saw the disc in his chest. Catra wanted me to extract it but when I saw how it had melded to Kyle's flesh, I was fascinated. Plus taking it out would have killed Kyle which would be frowned upon, probably."
"I was worried that the melding had damaged the disc, but after testing I concluded the opposite was true - putting the First Ones' tech into a living host boosts the power of the disc."
"But it was unstable. The power waxed and waned. It took a little longer to find out why, but then I noticed the power increased when the host - hi Kyle! - experienced certain emotions. Anger, hate, all that kind of thing. But since Kyle is such a wet blanket - sorry Kyle! - it was hard to keep him angry for long enough to properly exploit the disc's unique abilities. But we found a solution, didn't we Kyle-slash-other-Kyle?"
I close my eyes but it doesn't help. I remember Entrapta running a series of painful and invasive procedures on me, exclaiming "Ha!" and "Oooh!" whenever she found something interesting. Then she removed my clothes to give me a 'full proper examination! Don't worry I'm a doctor! Well not really, but I learn fast haha!'; and when she got to my waist she touched my- um, well never mind.
“i rEMEMBER”
...what?
“rEMEMBER...”
I feel myself fall away from the present and it seems as if I am back there, on the examining table. Entrapta is leaning over me, reaching for-
hands on my dick
feels good
rising
waking
"ooh, hey hello"
"hELLO"
"...was that you Kyle?"
no hands
fading
"Hmm. What if I..."
hand is back
around dick
rising
"hELLO"
"...fascinating"
-hey, this is my memory! It's in my memory now? I-
mY mEMORY
"Whee!"
Warm
Her on top
Up
Down
Tight
"Is this working? Is it good?"
"gOOD"
"Yay!" *click* "Entrapta's log, entry four - ha! 'entry' - new stimulus is eliciting response from subject. Scans show the growths from the First Ones disc spreading from the autonomic nervous system to the parasympathetic nervous system. Vocal responses from the subject also indicate complex but intermittent control of the central nervous system. Can I modify it to accelerate the process? Would further stimulus help? Let's find out!"
...As suddenly as it started the replay of my memories cut out. Catra is making alarmed noises, and when I open my eyes and look down I see my hand is on the back of her head, keeping her in place. Her hands are beating against my legs to get my attention. I release her head, and she jerks back, her mouth open and gasping in air.
"Haah! Ugh! Dammit Kyle"
Entrapta has wandered off to inspect a blank wall (she does that), but on hearing Catra speak she turns to look at us.
"Oh hey, not done yet! Gotta get you charged up, buddy, long day ahead."
I am still looking at Catra, who is currently wiping drool off her mouth with her arm.
"pUSSY"
Catra manages a sour look.
"Ugh, just wait a minute would y-"
"cATRA PUSSY"
"Ha!"
"Shut up Entrapta! Just, can we j-wooah!"
Catra's words are cut off as purple hair wraps around her and lifts her into the air. Her loincloth is torn off her by tendrils of Entrapta's hair before she is spun around and dumped forcefully onto my lap. Entrapta's aim is perfect, of course; my dick slides into Catra's pussy, prompting a howl of shock and pain from the abused girl. There is a little pain for me as well, going so deeply so quickly into a not-at-all aroused pussy, but this is soon overtaken by pleasure as I feel my dick engulfed by soft warm flesh. Catra squirms in my lap, restricted by Entrapta's hold on her, causing my dick to swirl around inside her. I can't help but give a groan of pleasure, even as I feel the presence inside me gaining more control of my body. As if to emphasize this, I watch as my hands reach around Catra's waist, travel up her taut stomach and cup her breasts, pulling her closer to me.
Catra's breasts are small but firm, perfect little handfuls capped with nipples I can just feel under the fabric of her bikini top. After a few moments she stops struggling and just sits in my lap, my dick deep inside her and my fingers roving over her breasts.
"mOVE, cATRA"
"I-"
"mOVE YOUR PUSSY, cATRA SLAVE"
"WHAT did you call me?"
"He called you a slave, Catra."
"Shut UP Entrapta."
"With ears that big you should be able to-"
"Argh! I am NOT anyon-"
"mOVE!"
I feel my hands push aside the fabric of Catra's top, take hold of both her nipples and pull, hard. Catra's protests are cut off by a scream that leaves my ears ringing.
"AAAH! Kyle you fu- AAAH! Okay okay."
Catra leans back even further, resting her upper body against mine. Her hands reach for the armrests on either side of the chair and with some wiggling she positions herself so that she can lift up from my lap a few inches. She begins moving up and down, and I feel her pussy walls sliding against my dick, bringing new waves of pleasure crashing through me. She turns her head to the side and I see her eyes are closed tight, her mouth a thin line as she focuses on riding my dick.
"gOOD sLAVE"
I can practically hear Catra's teeth grind, but she does not pause.
I don't know what to think any more. I know this is wrong, all so wrong. But Catra is so hot and she feels so good and, well, she is noticing me now.
nOT YOU
Oh no, please not in my thoughts as well.
mY THOUGHTS
What do you *want*?
cONTROL
cONTROL OF BODY
cONTROL OF MIND
cONTROL OF fRIGHT zONE
cONTROL OF eTERNIA
Can I... Can I stay?
fOR NOW
gO WATCH MEMORIES
I feel like I'm falling into darkness, away from the present. The past rushes up to meet me. The Black Garnet.
"-and with the Whispering Woods frozen over, there's nothing stopping us."
I enter the Black Garnet room just as Catra is ordering Force Captain Scorpia to ready a strike force for an invasion of Bright Moon. Entrapta notices me.
"Kyle! You got my message."
"Um, you threw a paper dart at my eye from a ventilation shaft and when I could see again I saw it had "go to the Black Garnet room" written on it so -ow! Scorpia!"
"Oops, sorry Kyle, didn't see you there. Gotta go rally the troops."
The Garnet Room is round and filled with machinery, much of it recently installed by the looks of it. In the center is the Black Garnet, a crystal of First Ones' tech used by Shadow Weaver as the source of her power. Catra has her back to me and is studying a sphere with lights dotted around it. Entrapta is sitting on a chair with wheels. I wait until someone notices me but of course no one does, so I just ask to the air:
"Should, um, shouldn't I be going with Scorpia? I'm a troop."
Entrapta races towards me, propelled on her chair by her hair.
"Nope! I have a much better use for you!"
"Oh. Great. Should we even be in here? Shadow Weaver will be angry."
Catra turns and finally notices me, responding with a smirk.
"Shadow Weaver is not a concern any more. Entrapta, why is Kyle here?"
"He can help us!"
"Kyle?"
"Yes! Well no, but the crystal that has bonded with Kyle."
"Oh. How?"
"Well if I can correctly align the thaumatic frequency of the modified First Ones disc with that of the Black Garnet we can use it as a kind of carrier wave and modulate it with the Black Garnet's output to-"
"Simple terms, Entrapta."
"How simple?"
"Simple enough for Kyle to understand."
"Oh. Uh. Hmm. Kyle's disc can make the Black Garnet more powerful."
"You want to hook him up to the Black Garnet."
"Yes."
I look at Entrapta, then at Catra. This doesn't sound good. I ask:
"Will it, uh, will it hurt?"
"No! Maybe! Probably! But it'll be fun!"
"Doesn't sound like fun..."
"Oh stop whining Kyle and do whatever Entrapta wants."
I turn to Catra but I daren't object. She's the Force Captain, after all, and not someone you want to mess with. I just wish she wasn't so mean to me all the time.
Entrapta moves to my side, one ponytail wrapping around my shoulders and another moving to between my legs.
"Don't worry Kyle, we can make it fun!"
Catra looks puzzled as Entrapta's hair massages my crotch.
"Uh, Entrapta, what are you doing?"
"We gotta get the disc in the mood."
"I... never mind I don't want to know. If Kyle can increase the machine's power just do it. I have an invasion to organize."
"Oh no, we need you too!"
"What?"
"Based on my extensive, uh, experiments with Kyle, I concluded the best way to activate the disc is to stimulate the muscles in the fibrous trabeculae of the coiled helicine arteries, thus activating the cavernous nerves from the prostatic plexus and lighting up his whole parasympathetic nervous system."
Catra growls "What does that mean?"
"We get our freak on!"
Before Catra has properly registered the words, she is picked up by one of Entrapta's ponytails and lifted a foot into the air. She struggles against the tight grip, struggles which increase in urgency when smaller tendrils of hair break out from the main bunch and start undoing her belt and pulling at the hem of her top. I feel my own uniform being removed but I don't fight it. If Catra can't free herself I have no chance, and didn't Catra order me to let Entrapta do whatever she wants?
"Entrapta, what the- hey give me that bac-mmf!"
Catra's voice is momentarily muffled by her top as it is pulled over her head. When it returns it is a shout.
"ENTRAPTA! STOP!"
Entrapta's hair freezes. I stare at Catra - her belt, top and pants are already removed, and the fierce Force Captain is left with only a pair of regulation gray panties to cover herself. Catra's small breasts are exposed, but she makes no attempt to cover herself, as she is too busy trying to push away the intrusive hair. She does notice me gawping at her though, and directs her fury to me.
"What are you looking at Kyle? Look away you disgusting creep!"
I cringe at her words and close my eyes tight. I mean, yes I was looking but how can I not? She looks so hot, and now she's so angry and oh I'm going to be on latrine duty for a year for this but it isn't my fault it's Entrapta's and oh no I feel sick again.
There's a burning sensation in my stomach, rising up my throat, which feels a lot like that time those rebels took Bow away. Thinking about that makes it worse, and before I can stop myself my mouth opens and a red... thing flies out. This time everyone sees. Entrapta, Catra and I watch as this tiny red lump arcs in the air and lands in Catra's open mouth. She instinctively closes her mouth but it is too late.
*pleh!*"Gross! What the hell did you do Kyle? Let me down RIGHT NOW Entrapta or I'll tear your hair out at the roots!"
"Catra, stop!"
Did I say that? Oh no, I said that. I would clap my hands around my mouth if they weren’t being held by Entrapta's hair. Catra does stop talking, but I can tell she's going to explode.
...
Or?
...
There's a frozen moment. I am waiting for Catra to kill me (if I'm lucky). Entrapta is watching spellbound. And Catra... is not saying or doing anything. Her face is clouded with fury, but she's not saying anything.
Entrapta breaks the silence.
"Whaaat just happened? What was that thing?"
She wheels her chair rapidly towards Catra, holding up a couple of odd-looking instruments she got from wherever she keeps these things.
"Hmm. Hey Kyle. Kyle. KYLE!"
"Wha-! Yes, I mean, yes?"
"Tell Catra to do something."
I look at Catra. Her expression is livid, but she is otherwise motionless.
"I.. like what?"
"Anything. Tell her to stick out her tongue."
"To- do you have any idea how much trouble I am already in?"
"Well then a little more won't matter."
"... Catra, um, could you please stickoutyourtongueifitisn'ttoomuchbotherthankssomuch?"
To my amazement Catra's mouth opens just enough for her tongue to poke through. Entrapta waves her hands in front of her and gives a little "eek!" of excitement.
"Tell her she can talk now."
"Catra, you can talk now."
"Ah am going to thucking kill you, Kyahl."
I turn to Entrapta.
"What is going on?"
"I have no idea but it's going to make this much easier!"
"Entrahtah, thtop thucking around and put me dahn."
"Okay, Kyle, now repeat after me. This is important. Alright?"
I can't stop staring at Catra. She still has her tongue out.
"Um, alright"
"Say 'Catra, do whatever Entrapta says'"
"... Catra, do whatever Entrapta says."
"No thucking wayh."
Entrapta's eyes get so big they glisten in the light.
"Okay! Catra, put your tongue back in your mouth."
Catra's tongue shoots back in her mouth. She opens her mouth and is about to say some very harsh things (probably) when Entrapta abruptly loosens her hold on Catra and she crashes to the ground.
"Ooof! Ow."
"Catra, stand."
"Catra, strip!"
"That's enough, Entra-what?"
Catra's thumbs hook into the sides of her underwear, and with a quick motion her last piece of clothing is on the floor. As she straightens up I see her completely naked for the first time. Catra is lithe and lean and incandescently angry. Her hands rest at her sides, but I see the fingers are tense, and I am suddenly aware of just how long and very sharp those nails of hers are.
Entrapta claps her hands.
"Yes! Oops, I'd better get naked too, can't be the only one clothed hehe!"
Only one? I look down and realize Entrapta's hair has removed all my clothes. I sense tension between my legs, and notice my dick is not only rock hard and pointed straight at Catra, but a small tendril of Entrapta's hair has been gently stroking it for who knows how long. I guess Catra was so distracting I just didn't notice, which tells you how distracting she can be.
Aided by her hair, Entrapta's clothes practically fly off her body. She strides towards me and without ceremony takes firm hold of my dick. Her touch sends a little jolt of pleasure through me, but this proves temporary as she takes a firm grip and leads me by my dick over to where Catra is standing. Entrapta is talking all the time she does this, in the rapid breathless manner she does when excited about something.
"I calculate we have seventeen minutes and twelve seconds to bring the disc to full charge, after which I can siphon off the charge and feed it to the Black Garnet, boosting its power exponentially."
"Ow ow ow"
"Oh, sorry Kyle, never mind here we are. Catra, get on your knees."
"I swear, you purple-haired freak, if I-"
"Shh! No time for chit-chat, important work to do!"
Entrapta has guided me to stand in front of Catra, who has fallen silent at Entrapta's command. The closer I get to the naked girl the more small details I notice - the small nipples crinkling in the coolness of the room; the contours of her limbs, strong but not bulgingly muscular; the deeply furrowed brow as she stares daggers at Entrapta. On Entrapta's orders, Catra kneels in front of me, shortly followed by Entrapta herself.
I look down and can't help comparing the two. Both girls are slim, but where Entrapta has smooth skin Catra's is concealed by a fine coat of short, light brown fur. Entrapta's breasts swell from her chest, not big but large enough for a person her size; Catra's breasts are just enough to give her upper body some curves. Catra's eyes are blue (right eye) and yellow (left), with black diamond-shaped irises; Entrapta's are more standard human, albeit with red irises.
Entrapta opens her mouth wide and leans forward. She actually says "glomph" as she engulfs my dick in her warm mouth. I feel more than a small jolt this time - Entrapta eagerly runs her tongue over the underside of my shaft and I shudder in pleasure. The fact that Catra is watching in evident disgust should make me fearful, but as Entrapta massages my dick with her mouth I feel something else rising inside me. As if another person is looking through my eyes.
Entrapta manages to watch me closely even as she works my dick. She seems to notice the changes in me, because she smiles broadly (well, as much as she can with her mouth full) and releases my dick from her mouth with a loud "mwah!" (yes, she actually says this too). Entrapta sits up straight.
"It's working - hello other Kyle!"
"Entrapta, don't call it other Ky-"
"hELLO eNTRAPTA"
"Oooh, starting to put words together, incredible! Okay, Catra, batter up!"
There is a small pause. I feel Entrapta's saliva cooling on my shaft. Entrapta slaps her forehead.
"Oh right, of course. Ahem, Catra - give Other Ky- uh, Kyle here the best blowjob you can!"
Catra's face flits between expressions, but her body obeys without hesitation. Her hand lifts up to gently cup my balls, pulling back the skin of my shaft just a little. She leans forwards and I see a glimpse of sharp incisors (fangs!) before a pink tongue snakes out. Starting at the base of my shaft Catra runs the flat of her tongue up the underside, ending with a flick of the head. I shudder in pleasure, and she does it again, a long languid lick.
"Oh boy, that.. that feels.."
"gOOD"
I spare a glance at Entrapta. She is studying kind of device in her hand (a power meter?).
"Hmm, not good enough though. Or fast enough. Umm.... oh hey, Scorpia told me about how Catra blew you up once, Kyle, remember that?"
"Hah, uh, what?"
"Yes! It was just after she became an active duty soldier, do you remember?"
"I'm a little-ah!-distracted right now"
"She told you it was an accident. It wasn't."
"...what?"
"It wasn't an accident Kyle, she deliberately shot at you because and I quote Scorpia "Kyle is more expendable than the cardboard targets and his screams are more battle-realistic."
Catra has added to her tongue-bathing technique, running her soft lips along the shaft. Entrapta continues talking, her hair slowly lifting her up until she is talking directly into my ear.
"It's not that she hates you, Kyle. Catra, did you hate Kyle before today?"
"Nuphm"
"Because you just didn't think of Kyle at all, right?"
"Yeph"
Entrapta shakes her head.
"Such a non-entity, it's kinda sad. Well, you do think of him now, yes Catra?"
Catra is unable to speak as her lips have sunk over the head of my dick, just enough to feel the wetness of the inside of her mouth. Still, she manages an "mm-hmm".
"And what are you going to do when you get free, Catra? You can stop blowing him and answer."
Catra's lips leave my dick, but her hand starts stroking me slowly. She looks to the side as she answers, avoiding mine and Entrapta's gazes.
"Shoot Kyle in the back of the head."
"C-Catra? Hey, come on, you know I can't control this, right?."
"Doesn't matter. You need to die before you tell anyone of this."
"But... people will ask...?"
"No they won't. It's just Kyle."
I feel crushed. At least partly because I know she is right. No-one will ask. I'll be tossed aside and people will just step over my body until the garbagebots recycle it.
Even as I think this I feel the darkness gaining strength. But right now I don't care. Entrapta whispers in my ear.
"You see, Kyle? As soon as you lose control of Catra, you are dead. But hey, it's not a big change for you is it."
"I think I preferred manic bouncy Entrapta."
"Ha! Come on Kyle, in all this time you've had control of Catra's body you haven't given her a single deliberate order. You're dead anyway, why not go out with a bang."
I look down at Catra. She is watching Entrapta and I talk with a neutral expression on her face. She notices me looking at her but does not meet my gaze directly. Maybe she is embarrassed to admit her intention to kill me, or about this whole situation. I don't know. But I do know Entrapta is right.
It... it's like I am standing at the edge of a chasm. I know if I take the next step I am doomed. The darkness will swallow me. I can feel the... creature inside me, trying to push me over the edge. But I am not going to be forced to do this.
In my mind I square my shoulders, raise my head and step forwards into oblivion, willingly.
"Catra, lie down. Spread your legs."
Catra still seems unable to reply, but her shock at my voice is evident on her face. Not just what I said, but the determination with which I said it.
Catra leans back until she is lying in front of me. She draws her legs up and then parts them, exposing herself to me and the gleeful Entrapta. I kneel between Catra's legs, looking directly at her pussy - her fur ends just at the edges, revealing a narrow slit edged with small, almost dainty labia. The silence of the moment is broken by Entrapta.
"Seven minutes fifteen seconds left for a full recharge. Don't waste any time Kyle!"
"Shut up Entrapta, I got this."
Entrapta closes her mouth shut (for once) and discreetly heads off to her machine to do... whatever it is she does. I shuffle forwards on my knees until my dick is resting on Catra's pussy. I place one hand on the tip of my dick, pushing down slightly. Move my hips forward. And watch as my dick parts Catra's folds and enters her for the first time.
I hear an intake of breath from Catra and look up to her face. A thought occurs to me, and for once I don't hesitate to ask.
"Catra, have you had sex before?"
"Not... not with a man."
"Oh. You mean, you and Scorpia...?"
"No! Adora."
"Of course."
"Kyle..."
"Hmm?"
"Please stop. I'm sorry about the killing you thing."
I'd never heard Catra say please. Actually, I don't remember the last time she asked for anything, instead of barking orders at me. On the other hand I'd never felt my dick sliding slowly but steadily inside Catra's pussy before, which makes a strong counterargument. I hesitate, and start to pull out. I open my mouth to say something but-
"nO"
I feel the dark presence flow through me, pushing my hips down and forcing the full length of my dick into Catra's tight pussy. Her disappointment at my response is a fleeting expression on her face, rapidly replaced with pain. I lean forwards (or am leant forwards, I guess) and rest my elbows on either side of Catra's head, giving me the leverage to start thrusting in and out of the helpless girl.
I hear a whoop from Entrapta, and a moan from Catra, but the sounds seem to be coming from increasingly far away. I feel myself become detached from my surroundings, and I remember this is just a memory...
...Sudden light flashes hurt my eyes. Am I back in the Black Garnet Room?
As my eyes recover I see that I am in another memory. I am standing (or the... thing inside me is standing) on the bridge of a Horde command vehicle. Another bright light bursts in from the front window, and I remember where I am. This is the Battle of Bright Moon, the last stand of the Rebellion. Weakened by the power of the Black Garnet (boosted to extreme levels by Entrapta and her manipulations) the defenders didn't last long. Help came, but...
Sounds return in a rush. I hear the crashes and bangs of battle, muffled by the walls of the vehicle. Inside the vehicle there is the sound of moaning, and I look down to see one of the reinforcements that came too late to stop the Castle of Bright Moon falling. A naked girl is on her knees, facing away from me with her long blue hair concealing her features. Full-figured with smooth coffee colored skin, her head is on the metal floor and her ass is raised as high as she can manage. Just the right height for my dick to be embedded in her curvy ass. Princess... Mermida? Mermista? It doesn't matter, all she is now is a slave of the Horde. My hand suddenly cracks against her ass and she jolts, before starting to move her ass in a circular motion. Her moans intensify, as does the pleasure I feel radiating from my dick.
I look up and study the scene outside the window as the defeated Princess learns her new role. The tower of the castle is a smoking ruin, the top third destroyed and scattered in the surrounding waters. The crystal that powers Bright Moon's defenses was on top of that tower; without it the Horde's Destructo tanks and flying cutters made short work of the defenders. All that remains is a small group, led of course by She-Ra.
The command vehicle surges into motion, a movement which causes Mermista to fall to the side. She lies there for a moment, and I see her face is a mask of shame, brown eyes wet with hot tears. The old Kyle would feel pity. Instead, whatever is controlling my body lowers a stun-stick and lights it up. The promise of electric pain crackles inches from the girl's face. Mermista almost leaps back into position, reaching behind her to take hold of my dick and guide it back into her asshole. I feel the head of my dick pop through her tight entrance and watch the rest of my dick disappear quickly into the girl as she thrusts back towards me.
Soon after we stop and I leave the vehicle, dragging the naked princess behind me. I let her go and walk forwards (Mermista collapses to the ground, looking up fearfully at the Horde troops as they close around her). Ahead of me She-Ra and four of her fellow rebels are surrounded by Horde troops, who have stopped their assault on my orders (*my* orders? no-one ever listened to the old Kyle, let alone took orders, but oh, all I have to do is become some super-booster for the Horde's war machines and now everyone is jumping to my voice. I-
qUIET
okay okay, sorry.
tHIS bIT gOOD
Where were we, oh right.)
I look at She-Ra, standing defiantly, sword raised in both hands ready to attack anyone who comes near. She spots me but of course I still look like Kyle so she immediately discounts me and looks away, searching for whatever made the Horde stop their advance. I stop and look at her, and eventually she realizes the troops are parting for me, looking to me for orders. The instant her eyes make contact with mine I feel a spark of connection. Not to She-Ra, but to the red... thing that latched onto her all the way back in the Fright Zone. It's in her now, grown all the way inside her, but until now it has been dormant. Until now.
There's no flashing lights, no dramatic poses, no battle of wills inside She-Ra. With an unnatural calm her sword swings down and neatly decapitates the princess next to her. The others are dead moments later.
I continue my walk towards She-Ra. Up close, she towers over everyone else, eight feet of blonde, blue-eyed perfection. Her physique is athletic rather than muscular, with long legs rising from white boots to meet some odd loose-skirt-over-skintight-shorts combination. An armored breastplate conceals the shape of her torso. Everything is white with gold edging except for a flowing red cape. A tiara with large golden wings on either side glints in the fading light.
She-Ra seems not to care that I am looking her up and down. She simply stands, surrounded by her rapidly-cooling former friends. One hand loosely holds a ridiculously large broadsword. I note her sword is stained with blood and viscera but her costume somehow remains spotlessly white.
My... uninvited guest has been in control so far, but at the moment I feel no urging to do anything more than walk to She-Ra, then stand and wait. She-Ra looks down at me with her large piercing blue eyes and I swear she looks inside me. Then she drops her sword, grabs my arms, smirks, and lifts. I feel faintly silly for a moment being raised up by this giant woman, but then I feel the creature reassert control and before I know it She-Ra's lips are pressing against mine, and our mouths open to each other. Our tongues touch and I feel a sense of connection that is not just physical. After all, whatever is inside She-Ra and presumably controlling her came from the thing controlling me.
She-Ra holds me to her. Around us are the sounds of a battle won - clanking battle machines, the flat crunch of collapsing buildings, the muffled screams of Mermista mixed with occasional grunts from the troops. I feel myself lose focus once more, slipping away from this memory and back to...
...kneeling on softness. A bed. This doesn't feel like another memory, is this the present? I try to move my body, but it's no good. I am moving, but I am no longer in control of myself.
"kYLE iS hERE"
"Oh hey- uh!- hey Kyle! Welcome- mmh!- back!"
Entrapta's voice comes from somewhere in front and below me. My head tilts down and I see her on lying on her side in front of me, naked. Entrapta is holding one leg up, an arm around her knee for support, giving me a clear view of my dick slowly but steadily sliding in and out of her ass. Entrapta is tight; her face is partly obscured by her hair but from the grunts and small noises she is making it seems she is having trouble fitting me inside her.
(Is my dick actually bigger now or does it just feel that way?)
"Hey Kyle, can- gnn, wow- can you ask Other Kyle to give me a break? He's -ah!- he's been inside me for over an hour now."
"eNTRAPA rESTS wHEN cATRA rETURNS."
"No can do, chief. Catra's going to be in the infirmary for the rest of the day at least."
(what?)
"I mean, I don't mind, it's just- huff- just that I have work to do, y'know?"
"How about I take over."
I recognize the new voice before I turn around. She-Ra's voice is identical to that of my old Force Captain before Catra, a woman by the name of Adora who defected to the Rebels. It took me a while to find out why they sounded so similar.
She-Ra's voice might be familiar, but the woman striding towards the bed is dressed a lot differently from the Battle of Bright Moon. The costume is still white trimmed with gold, but there is a lot less of it. The skirt remains but the odd skin-tight shorts are gone, and without them She-Ra's pussy is completely exposed, framed by a patch of trimmed golden hair. The armored breastplate is replaced with something much more form-fitting, although I do not get a clear look because She-Ra removes it with one hand and drops it to the side as she approaches me. The cape (still red, albeit a much darker shade) shortly follows it to the floor, leaving the statuesque blonde naked except for the completely inadequate skirt and a thin gold choker around her neck. She doesn't seem to have her sword with her but looks no less deadly without it.
"OOW! Hey-AH!"
Entrapta's comments get more urgent. The appearance of She-Ra had spurred me to increase my pace, pumping my dick inside the purple-haired girl's ass with little consideration for her comfort. But a touch from She-Ra on my shoulder and I feel calmed. I can feel a connection with She-Ra, or I suppose the creature inside me can feel a connection with whatever turned this warrior for the Rebellion into... what, exactly?
"Leave us, Entrapta."
"Easier said than done. Just a minute, let me-ah!"
Entrapta uses her hair to lift herself gently up and off my dick. She does not stand, or even close her legs; rather she lets her hair carry her aching body past She-Ra and I and out of the room (I presume; I cannot control my body and the being that does chooses not to watch Entrapta leave).
She-Ra's moves to kneel beside me. I feel the softness of her breasts press against my arm. The hand not on my shoulder starts travelling down my chest, headed south with a gentle scraping of nails against skin. She moves her head down to talk directly into my ear, as one of my own hands moves to her lower back.
"I came to tell you. The purge of the ranks is complete. When Hordak comes to take command of this world, he will find himself surrounded by soldiers loyal only to us."
"tO mE."
"Yes, of course."
She-Ra raises herself up a little, and my hand goes from being placed on her lower back to holding her toned ass.
(She's trying to distract you what she just said, dummy. If you weren't permanently horny you would notice but no, it's all just sex sex sex se-)
"sHUT uP Kyle"
She-Ra tuts.
"You still have that little nobody bouncing around in there? Whatever, I don't mind an audience."
I feel skin brushing against my still-erect dick. Looking down, She-Ra has started gently stroking and squeezing the shaft in her hand. My own hand starts to do the same with her ass, enjoying the smooth supple curve. She-Ra leans in closer and puts her lips an inch from my ear, and whispers:
"Lie down."
I reposition myself to lie on the bed, my head raised by pillows. She-Ra moves her head down my body, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses and the nails of her hand making faint red lines down my chest and stomach. I admire her body as she shifts position, her limbs long and lithe, stomach taught, breasts pert and capped with perfect pink nipples. Soon she reaches my erect penis, being held fast at the base by her hand. Her mouth opens, but rather than simply licking my dick she uses her grip on it to smack it against her extended tongue. As she does so she moves her body further down until she her head is at a good angle to look up at me, fixing me with her clear blue eyes as she slowly lowers her mouth over my dick.
I feel the warmth of her mouth envelop me as her lips close tight around the shaft. In a reflex action my hand goes to her cheek. She takes my hand, but instead of putting it aside she places it on the back of her head, my fingers entwining in her soft blonde hair. I take the hint, and grip her head in my hand while pushing my hips up. She-Ra's moan as my dick probes deep into her mouth tells me I am doing the right thing.
"Mmmmm"
I feel the tip of my dick reach the entrance of her throat. I expect to go further, but instead the blonde's lips tighten around my shaft as she pulls her head back sharply, my hand slipping to the side of her face. I feel her lips slide against my skin until she stops, the head just inside her warm mouth. Her tongue flicks against my sensitive tip for a moment before she moves her head down as quickly as she raised it.
The feeling is intense as she repeats the up and down motions, all the whole keeping her eyes open and looking up at me in an expression of lust. Sometimes she allows me to thrust inside her mouth but more often she is dictating the pace and depth of penetration. I feel my climax approaching but so does She-Ra; perhaps my expression or the way my dick pulses in her mouth, or some sixth sense. She lifts her head off my dick completely and stands on the bed with her feet on either side of my legs. She-Ra is almost inhumanly tall as it is; in this position she towers over me.
She-Ra takes a couple of steps until she is over my hips before lowering herself back down to her knees. My dick slides effortlessly into her aroused pussy, but as soon as I am inside her I feel her working her muscles to massage my shaft. For a few moments she stays still, letting her well-trained pussy do the work. I admire her long legs folded on either side of me, her toned stomach leading to the upwards curve of her breasts, nipples hard with arousal. She watches me as I look over her, patiently waiting for me to have my fill before beginning to move. Very slowly, she raises herself up until I am only one-third of the way inside her, before slowly sliding back down. I feel impatience (not mine, but I can understand the impulse), and watch my arms reach up, hands grasping She-Ra's hips to try to get some control. She reaches down and brushes them aside.
"Not yet."
The next ten (twenty?) minutes are a mix of pleasure and frustration as she expertly teases me with her tight, wet pussy, grinding and pumping and making circles with her hips to bring me to the edge of release before stopping still. Eventually She-Ra changes plans. Her hands take mine and put them on her hips, and the creature that now controls my body gladly takes firm hold. Before he begins to move, She-Ra speaks.
"You want some release?"
"yES"
"Alright. Shall we let Adora out to play?"
"yES"
"Keep a good hold on her then, she's a struggler."
I am puzzled by this exchange, but the creature seems to understand. She-Ra reaches over to the side of the bed and lift up her sword (where the hell did that come from?). She lifts it above her head with both hands, and shouts.
"FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL!"
Instantly the room is enveloped in white light, and I am momentarily blinded. I hear a metallic clatter as the sword falls to the ground beside the bed. When I regain sight, the woman straddling me is no longer She-Ra. I feel my hands grasping a much smaller waist that before (although any human-standard woman would be small in comparison to She-Ra). Brunette, her hair tied back in a ponytail, her body is lean and toned. Her face is strikingly similar to She-Ra's but the expression of puzzlement is not. I recognize her immediately - Adora, my old Force Captain. The one who betrayed the Horde and through some series of inadequately explained events gained the power of She-Ra. Adora, the woman who was so much better at everything than everyone else and then just left, is now naked and sitting on top of me with my dick buried deep inside her pussy.
It takes a moment before she realizes her situation. She looks down at where our bodies meet and gives a small gasp, before trying to move away. But my hands clamp down on her hips and keep her in place.
"What? Where am- Kyle?"
Clearly whatever evil I had infected She-Ra with has not reached Adora. She tries to pull my hands off her hips but to no avail. She manages to lift her hips up a little, but this only prompts me to raise my own, keeping my dick inside her as she wriggles around.
"Oh. No, this isn't- I can't- ah!"
My hips start thrusting, and I feel my arousal building once more. This time there is no She-Ra to hold me back, so I pump into the brunette as she struggles and protests.
"Uh! Hu-hey, don't, let me- ah! Let me go you monsterargh!"
I don't know if it is the long teasing by She-Ra, the tightness of Adora's pussy, or her ineffectual attempts to escape, but it doesn't take long before I feel my cum pulsing out of my balls, along my shaft and into Adora's pussy. Adora feels it too, letting out a long moan of dismay.
The creature feels my shock at these events, and I feel him mentally turn to me as he says.
"yOU dON'T lIKE?"
(what? I.. no!)
Of course Adora thinks he's talking to her. Her response starts wearily but by the end I hear some of the fire I remember her for.
"How can you... Of course I don't like it Kyle, or whatever you are now. How could I like you doing this to me again?"
(again?)
"iT's a gAME"
"You're a sick sadistic.."
I hear Adora start shouting at me, but at the same time her voice gets quieter as my surroundings darken. I suppose I am about to be shown this 'game'...
I am standing. Looking down, I see She-Ra and Catra kneeling before me. Of course we are all naked, if you don't count the sword in She-Ra's hand. It seems odd to me that she is holding a sword while her mouth is wrapped around my dick, but then I remember how this works. Catra is holding She-Ra's head, one hand under her chin and the other holding her hair at the back. She look to She-Ra and asks
"Ready?"
She-Ra grunts acknowledgement, then lifts the sword and says
"Fr thu 'onor o' grays'ull!"
Difficult to say with a mouthful of penis, but it seems to do the trick. One blinding light later and Catra is holding a shocked Adora's head in place, her hand gripping what is now the brunette's ponytail to keep her head tilted back. The angle allows me access to her throat, and I drive my dick inside just in time to feel the vibrations of Adora's screams. Catra smiles and says
"Hello Adora."
I feel Adora's lips touch the base of my dick. My hips start pumping, thrusting my shaft mercilessly in and out of the brunette's pulsing throat. Adora quickly runs out of air to scream; the sound is replaced by wet gurgles and the occasional slap of my balls against her chin. Adora's eyes go wide, and then start to roll up into her head as she loses consciousness, but I pull out just in time. Adora pants and gasps as I aim my dick with my hand and coat her face in streaks of cum, before turning slightly to paint the last spurts onto Catra's face. Adora is too preoccupied to notice; Catra grimaces but takes my cum without complaint. Everything starts to fade again...
Motion this time. I am kneeling, feeling my hips piston back and forth. Looking down I see She-Ra lying on her back with her legs raised and folded, enough to let me penetrate her ass. She has one arm stretched out, a position which looks odd until I notice the metal restraint around her wrist. Such a thing could never hold a warrior like She-Ra, but then I notice her hand resting on her sword.
She-Ra is panting a little as I pump my dick in and out of her ass. She is clearly enjoying it though, and gives me words of encouragement as I rhythmically fuck her.
"Uh! Yes, that's it. Keep fucking my ass. Ah! For the -uh! honor of fucking Grayskull!"
She-Ra is gone and I am pounding my dick into Adora's pert, toned ass. It takes a moment for Adora to come to full awareness, but being energetically assfucked seems to help her focus.
"Ah! Fuck, stop, no-ah!"
"yOU kNOW wHAT tO sAY"
"No! Get it out of my-aaah!"
Without pausing in my reaming of Adora, I reach down and twist one nipple.
"sAY iT"
"Ah! For the- ah fuck you!"
"yOU wANT mORE? hARDER?"
I slow my pace, but only so I can slam hard into Adora's asshole. The brunette draws in a sharp breath but doesn't have time to scream before I pull back and drive my shaft back into her. After the third time she gets her breath back, and whenever my dick buries itself balls deep into her asshole she lets out a wail of shock mixed with hate.
"AAAAARGH! ForthehonorofGrayskull!"
"sHE-rA"
"Hey, there-uh! Wow, you were really-ah! treating her well. For the honor of Grayskull!"
"-no. please no please no for the honor-ah! of Grayskull"
"That's it baby, fuck us both. Show that Adora bitch what happens when she picks the wrong side. Ream her ass for the damned honor of Grayskull"
"Ah! Ah! No! Ah for the hon-no don't!"
This last exclamation comes as I reach over and push the sword out of her reach. She struggles beneath me but there is no escape now. I somehow speed up but keep the same pounding strokes, the impact of my hips meeting hers jolting Adora up the bed a fraction each time. I keep one hand around her hips to stop her moving too far while the other goes to her chest, holding her down at the same time as I squeeze one supple breast in my hand. Pleasure radiates from my dick as I feel her assshole pulse around me. My pace and ferocity has knocked the air out of her, reducing her protests to moans and the odd word.
"Aah-ah! No! Ah! fuuu-hah! Ple-ah!"
The feelings are so intense that I don't notice my orgasm until it hits me. Suddenly my dick is spurting cum deep inside Adora's abused asshole, and my whole body shudders with the release. Adora feels me freeze up, and knows I am climaxing. She tries to push herself up but the creature controlling my body is too strong to let her. She can only lie there, chest heaving, legs spread, feeling my dick pulse as it releases warm cum into her. I'm almost glad when the scene starts to fade around me again...
It's dark in this room. I'm sitting on a chair, doing nothing in particular. This... thing that has taken over my body doesn't seem to do anything besides fuck and fight, and when he doesn't have either to do he just... exists. He raises his head when he senses me returning.
"hEllO kYLE"
I'm too tired to respond. Too tired of the horror, and the mixed up feelings of my own disgust and the creature's primitive lusts.
It's just.
Too much.
"gOODBYE kYLE"
As the darkness claims me for a final time I feel only relief.
END
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