Catra had been lost for at least three hours by now. She was sent into the Whispering Woods by Shadow Weaver, instructed to track and capture rebellion soldiers. Unfortunately, the woods seemed almost completely empty, and Catra had more luck finding squirrels than she did rebels. It was getting dull searching for so long. Likewise, Catra was beginning to get hungry. She didn’t want to waste her valuable Saturday searching for someone she wasn’t going to find. She wasn’t going to take this abuse.
  Catra confidently turned around, heading in the opposite direction. This entire excursion was a waste of time and resources; Said resource being one of the best damn soldiers the Horde had ever known. Shadow Weaver would just have to deal with her coming back early. As she was heading the way she came, she realized something dire: She was basically lost. The area surrounding her was completely unfamiliar. “Dammit…” She muttered to herself. “This whole forest looks the fucking same!”
  After three hours of aimless wandering, Catra took a quick break, before returning to her aimless wandering. She made no progress towards getting back to the Horde. And to make matters worse, she was now starving. Catra constantly had to stop to hold her stomach, rubbing away the hunger cramps. Despite her slim frame, she was a big eater. Catra would constantly annoy Shadow Weaver by eating way too much and sleeping through training exercises. Spending this long without a decent two-course meal was unnatural for her. Her luck had run out, as squirrels and birds were becoming just as rare as rebel soldiers.
  “Such a shitty situation…” Catra said to herself, staring up at the dark night sky. The moon had risen many hours before, leaving Catra alone in the dark. Her nocturnal eyes let her see somewhat well, so walking around in the dark wasn’t exactly the most difficult task. It was just another in a long line of inconveniences. She forced her way through the bushes, slicing them with her cat claws. There was no sign of an exit in sight. Frankly, she questioned whether handing herself over to the first rebel soldier she saw was better than capturing them. If she went to jail, she at least had a bed and a guaranteed three meals. And if she was executed, she wouldn’t have to worry about Shadow Weaver breathing down her neck. Plus, she would have a chance of seeing Adora again.
  “Fuck…” She didn’t like thinking of Adora. Well, that isn’t quite true. She absolutely loved thinking about Adora 24/7. She never left her mind. Whether it be her smile, her personality, her little quirks, or her body, some aspect of Adora always lingered in Catra’s brain. If she was thinking of what to buy at the store, she was thinking of Adora’s smile. If Shadow Weaver was chewing her out with something, she was thinking of talking to Adora. If she was wondering what to get for dinner that night, she was thinking of Adora’s body. Something about her was infectious.
  It pissed her off. Catra was supposed to be Adora’s enemy now. She defected like a fool and joined the ridiculous rebel scum. Catra had to be prepared to face off against Adora some day. Now her friends, she didn't give a shit about. Catra would beat down on any of her rebel friends for less than a penny. But Adora was a different story. Especially now that she has this weird ‘She-Ra’ thing. Catra didn’t really understand it, and she didn’t care to. She could fuck up anyone, probably even Shadow Weaver, as long as she had the right motivation. She just needed something to help her forget about Adora and how wonderful she was.
  Catra continued with her boring and dull adventure, finding nothing and no one. It felt hopeless. By this point, she was seriously questioning whether or not she would ever get out. Catra could easily die of starvation or freezing, and nobody would ever find her. There was clearly no way to reconcile with Adora if that happened. Catra was beginning to freak out, believing that the entire situation was pointless and that she would die in vain. The stomach cramps and the stress made her stop to recollect herself, nearly vomiting from poor fear. It seemed like there was nothing she could do.
  Some god Catra didn’t know or care about decided to throw her a bone for once. The warm feeling of fire radiating from nearby roused Catra from her moping. Tucked between the trees was a small fireplace. As Catra slowly crawled over to it, she peered out of the bushes to see the familiar face of one of Adora’s friends. He was a tall yet skinny man, wielding a golden bow. He tossed some more sticks onto his fire, rolling out his sleeping bag. He had a small tent set up for him to sleep the night away in. Compared to Catra, he was living the sweet life. Catra recognized him as Bow.
  Bow was a simple man, she knew that. Not quite stupid, but not savvy enough to catch things like sarcasm or subtlety. Catra knew him well and he knew her just as much. There was some bad blood between them, to say the least. Being part of warring factions clearly didn’t help. But since Bow wasn’t the smartest, she would just trick him into believing her. Easy peasy. Swallowing a bit of pride, Catra sauntered over to the resting Bow.
  She fell onto her knees, heaving her lungs out. Bow gasped at the sound, seeing Catra doubled over in pain. Instinctively, he ran up to see if she was okay, but upon noticing who it was he recoiled in shock. “It’s you! You’re the cat girl who’s part of the Horde, right?” He gripped his bow threateningly. While he was scared out of his mind, he did his best to hold it back and seem like he had control of the situation. The enemy was currently bent over, presumably dying, right in front of him, and he sure as hell didn’t want to finish her off.
  “Ack… ah… I’m in agony!” While Catra was in a very shitty state after walking on an empty stomach, she was playing it up to seem more convincing. It appeared to work as Bow’s face softened and he became more sympathetic to her plight.
  “Oh man, you’re in very bad shape…” He muttered, noticing just how much pain Catra was in. “Listen, come over here, get in the warmth.” Bow placed her on a log next to the fire, letting her lay down and rest. Catra pretended that the warmth made her feel better. Her fur kept her at a decent temperature while she was wandering around, but since it was earlier in the night the cold wasn’t that intense. What would really make her feel better was food. If she had something she could eat, it would have been the perfect situation. That, or Adora. Man, she really wanted food and Adora.
  “Thanks a lot, guy.” She curled up on the log, letting the warmth heat up her body. It was a little better than just relying on fur, she supposed. “This is pretty good. Hey, you got anything to eat?”
  “Food? Uhh… No, I don’t think so. I guess I forgot to grab rations… Whoopsy daisy!” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I know these woods pretty well. Tomorrow morning I can show you where the edible mushrooms grow. I think I remember the difference between the psychedelic ones and the others.” He grinned.
  “At this point, I don’t care which!” She laughed, rolling around on her log.”That’s a bummer. I’m absolutely starving. Why are there no goddamn animals in this forest?” She groaned, clutching her aching stomach. “Shit… I’ve been wandering around for hours.”
  “That reminds me… Listen, I’m going to take care of you for the night, but tomorrow morning I need to turn you over to the Bright Moon authorities. You seem like a decent person but you’re still the enemy. N-no hard feelings, right?”
  Catra took a moment to weigh her options. It would suck if she was arrested or put down for breaking the law, but at the same time she didn’t want to die alone or get in trouble with Shadow. She decided it was better to get out and die in prison than get out and die on the way back home. She slowly nodded to show Bow she was fine with it. “Yeah yeah yeah. Let’s get this over with, first.” She chuckled, following behind him.
  The two set off to find the exit to the forest. Catra assumed that Bow knew where he was going, but the seemingly confused look on his face suggested otherwise. While Bow was not hopelessly lost, he was somewhat unsure of which direction to go next. He was winging it at this point, hoping his subconscious pathfinding knowledge would lead him the right way. Despite his unsurety, he kept a smile on his face. He would make sure that Catra wasn’t worried or stressed, no matter what. After thinking about it, he also realized the best way to keep things casual was by light conversation. “So, Catra, what is the Horde like?”
  “A bunch of asshole bureaucrats, if you ask me. But they treat me alright, so I’m fine with listening to their nagging. I also get to take out plenty of bad guys, which is lots of fun! Free room and board, too.” She chuckled. That was sure to ruffle his feathers a bit. She knew that Bow wasn’t the type to get pissed off or vengeful, so some light jabs towards his people wouldn’t stop him from helping out. He was a bit offended by the suggestion that the Princesses were bad guys, but it didn’t stop him from trying to be cordial.
  “That’s… interesting. Frankly, I’m sticking with the Princesses. I’ve made a lot of friends here and I couldn’t bear leaving them behind. Glimmer, Entrapta, Mermista… Adora.” Catra scoffed at the last name. It was clear he had touched a nerve, just as he expected. She didn’t want to hear about her old friend. As much as he wanted to stay silent about her for Catra’s sake, he felt he needed to help them reconcile, at least somewhat. “So what was Adora like before she left the Horde? Before she became She-Ra?”
  “Adora was always kind of a goody two shoes. She followed all of Shadow Weaver’s rules and always excelled in her classes. Nothing ever stopped her from following their commands. Until she got that stupid sword and suddenly realized the Horde was ‘evil’ and ‘villainous’ and ‘genocidal.’ I mean, that’s totally true, but she didn’t have to leave her best friend behind just because of that! She threw out a perfectly good relationship just for her stupid morals or whatever.” She sighed again, angrily kicking away sticks and rocks. “That dumbass…”
  “Geez…” Bow knew that Catra was sore over what happened with Adora, but he didn’t expect it to be this intense. The two had a much tighter friendship than he thought. Though he did suppose he would react the same way if anything happened with Glimmer. After trying to think of a way to comfort her, he decided to speak up again. “Well, things aren’t hopeless. You two can probably remain friends even though you’re on different sides.”
  “No way. Nothing’ll stop Adora now that she made up her mind. She’s one of those determined ladies who does everything at 100%. I dunno how she stays to energized.” She sighed. “We’re hopeless. As long as this war is going on, we’ll never be friends.”
  “Not exactly! I’m sure that there’s something you two can do. Just keep on talking it out. And heck, maybe we can even bring together the Horde and the resistance in the process! If both groups are friends, you two can be friends!”
  “Huh. Real positive, aren’t you? That’s crazy. She’ll never be friends with me again. Not if she doesn’t come back to the Horde.”
  “Are you really going to let someone you love slip away just because of politics? Governmental status shouldn’t stand between anyone.”
  “It’s not just about politics. She’s only been gone for a few weeks and she’s already changed so much. Now she’s some weird angel valkyrie princess named She-Ra, or whatever. I don’t understand. Why did she decide now that the Horde wasn’t in the right?”
  “Well… People grow and change all the time. I’m sure something else would have spurred her to defect. It was inevitable. But that’s just how life is!”
  “I think… Sometimes I think she left because of me. She didn’t like me anymore, so she just up and went. I know it isn’t true, but sometimes I believe it… Shit. I can’t escape these woods or my feelings.”
  “Catra, don’t worry.” He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “She wouldn’t leave just to get away from you. She probably feels the same way. So you’ve got to be strong, for her sake! It’s good that you’re expressing yourself.”
  “Yeah yeah yeah… Ugh, your sweetness is making me sick.” Her stomach grumbled. “See?”
  “Oh, you’re hungry, huh? Well, Horde scum like you doesn’t deserve food!” He was silent for a moment, though it was interrupted by another growl of hunger from Catra. “Just kidding! If I find some squirrels or rabbits or something, I’ll make us some food!” He was grinning from ear to ear. Bow loved to cook for his friends, even if they were technically enemies.
  “I don’t think that’ll be enough.” She gently rubbed her stomach, hoping to calm the tumult inside. Nothing seemed to work. “I could totally eat a horse. Or an entire human being. Or two.” Bow laughed at her cheeky joke, searching the trees for any forest critters. There was no signs of life outside of vegetation and fungi. Good for a salad, but definitely not enough for the two of them.
  Catra’s stomach only got worse and worse as they dove through the trees. It was beginning to hurt, so desperate for a morsel that it was practically eating her inside out. “Gah… Agh…. I need food!!” For a brief moment, she doubled over in pain, her fall being muffled by the forest’s grass. Many minutes before, Bow had put on headphones, stating that the stomach growling distracted him as he tried to enter coordinates. Coinciding with this, Bow had briefly handed his device over to Catra, who inadvertently changed the coordinates. He was now relying purely on his memory and his gut, though judging by empty his was, it likely wouldn’t do much.
  Catra was now completely alone, her calls for help being stifled by the thick earphones. If she were to escape, she would have to wander by herself once again. The forest was silent, save for her paws crunching the leaves. There was no escape in sight. As Catra felt herself grow weaker and weaker, she accepted that it was likely this would be the end of her life. Adora would be alone out there, likely never discovering that she had passed on. As Catra lay on the ground, desperately trying not to weep, a divine noise came to her ears. The familiar sound of leaves crunching, though not from her own feet. Instead, it came from the shrill voice of a woman.
  “Damnit… Damnit… Damnit! Where is Bow? God, I wish I learned how to use this stupid thing… Princess Entrapta can make some interesting things, sometimes, but other times they’re just useless!” A short, chubby, pink-haired girl was wandering around, carrying a strange blue device. Her purple, sequin-covered dress was like a beacon of light to Catra’s sore eyes.
  And her ass was like a piece of steak to Catra’s empty stomach. In the delirium of near-death, Catra had forgotten how anthropomorphic she was. Cat instincts took over, and Catra decided to pounce on her nearest prey. The ample body of Glimmer looked like the perfect meal to satisfy her, at least for now. Catra leapt forward and closed her mouth around Glimmer’s head, her jaw expanding and retracting automatically. The startled princess needed a second to comprehend what had even happened. When she realized she was clamped between the lips of an animal, she began to squirm and scream. Her voice sounded obnoxiously loud to Catra. The noise was annoying enough that she shoved more of Glimmer inside just to shut her up.
Her enormous bottom and her squirming legs were the only things left wriggling around outside of Catra’s throat. She could feel the slimy saliva pool around her, rubbing against her gentle skin. Catra’s esophagus was tight, only allowing just enough room for Glimmer to slowly sink down towards her stomach. The vertigo of being suddenly flipped upside down, as Catra was standing tall and letting gravity pull the girl down, was making her head spin. Everything about this situation was unpleasant, and Glimmer prayed she would get out of it soon.
But there was no chance of that. Catra made sure to quickly force her two enormous cheeks into her mouth, and then gently slurp up the legs and feet. With the closing of her teeth, Catra had forced all of Glimmer inside of her. She was slowly dragged fully into Catra’s belly, splashing into her stomach acid. Her large body was leaving an equally large impression on Catra’s distended belly. Glimmer screamed, kicking against the walls of her prison. Despite easily traveling down it, Glimmer had difficulty shimmying up Catra’s tiny throat. The only other way out was through the colon, but it wasn’t accepting her undigested body. There was nothing she could do but rithe.
“HOLY SHIT, PRINCESSES TASTE AMAZING!” Catra laughed out loud, rubbing her big belly. “Oh my GOD!! You taste like… like unicorns or something! Ahhh~! That’s exactly what I needed. A tiny, fat diva to alleviate my hunger!” She let out a bellowing burp. “Fuck, dude…”
Glimmer was quickly beginning to break down as the liquid around her burned and singed it. She could feel her skin boil as it turned into a mushy, nutrient-rich substance. Squirm and wriggle all she wanted, nothing worked. Catra, meanwhile, continued to rub her own belly as she tried to stimulate her guts to keep working. Her brief rest was halted when the strange device the princess had previously used. After a few seconds of silence, a picture appeared on the screen.
The gentle face of a woman greeted Catra. The girl smiled, her long purple hair reaching down her entire body. “Hey hey hey! You’re not Glimmer! But hey anyway! I just wanted to let her know I finished fixing her other communicator, so I was using it’s GPS to bring it to her. I’m in the woods now, on my way to her! Who are you, by the way.”
“Hmm… My name is Catra, and I am Glimmer’s friend. Right now she is...sleeping. Sleeping soundly.” The pained moans of Glimmer, who was still being transformed into fecal matter, rung out of Catra’s full belly, which was concealed off the screen. “Hear that? She’s snoring. Head on over here right away, and I’ll let you give it to her.” The woman whom Catra assumed was Entrapta hung up. She had just scored her next meal.
Within ten minutes, her trap was sprung. Entrapta had come skipping through the woods, hair bouncing in the wind, when she finally stumbled upon Glimmer’s tracker. It was tucked beneath some loud, crunchy leaves. “Huh. She dropped it.” Entrapta bent over to pick it up. Compared to Glimmer, she wasn’t much meat-wise, but she was more than enough to satisfy Catra. When the girl stood erect once again, Catra struck. She fell from a tree branch and let gravity do the rest. Entrapta was forced all the way into Catra’s stomach in the blink of an eye. Only her feet and her hair were left, being tickled by the air. Catra quickly stuffed them in her gullet and swallowed once again.
Entrapta crashed against the barely alive, half-digested Glimmer. She felt the semisolid substance under her get squished by her body. She screamed, wiggling around and begging for an escape. Catra just laughed, rubbing her stomach even more as it worked overtime to take care of both the girls. So much energy was required to churn them that Catra slowly closed her eyes and began to sleep.
After hours of sweet digestive dreams, many of which involved eating or being eaten by Adora, Catra had finally woken up. Much to her surprise, her breasts, buttocks, and belly were all huge. The poor girls inside ceased putting up a fight, instead choosing to try and escape her asshole. Catra felt like she was full of nothing but shit. Hurrying as fast as she could, she dug a small hole in the ground. With a push, a mountain of semisolid feces poured out, sploshing at the bottom of the tiny hole. Bleached white bones rained out as well, coated in the dark brown color of shit. After a few seconds, Catra breathed a sigh of relief.
Followed by a burst of gas. She had more, much more. Catra made another hole a few inches from the first, squatting over and letting loose once again. This shit was a much lighter brown color, and was much more dry and solid. Strings of purple hair weaved through shit logs like ribbons on presents. Catra’s show finished with the crescendo of another fart. She slowly sat between her two shit holes, panting and moaning from the enjoyment of passing two former humans.
Catra looked around, seeing that one of the trees above had shed some acorns. She took two, burying them in the respective feces piles. “Glimmer and Entrapta…” Her mock funeral was invaded by Bow, who finally caught up to his new partner. “Hey! Catra! I managed to find the right signal. Apparently my friend Glimmer’s tracking device is here, too… Have you seen her anywhere?”
A small, red button that somehow still managed to beep caught Catra’s eye. It was buried in the mound of Glimmer shit, but she could still see it from where she layed. Catra just chuckled and turned to look at Bow. “I’ve got no idea. Could be broken.” She slowly stood up, the extra weight of her body making her a bit dazed. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Okie dokie!” Bow smiled, turning back to his device. “I’ve got the frequency for the nearest castle. Let’s get going! How bout it?” The tantalizing thought of eating another princess aroused Catra’s excitement. Filled with food and energy, she ran after Bow, ready for another meal.