"Hey, what the-"

Smack! Catra was driven forward by the surprise open-palmed smack on her butt. "Whose a bad kitty."

"Aw! Double Trouble what are you-"

Smack! She managed to remain quiet this time. "Who's been a bad kitty, Catra?"

"I don't-"

Smack! Catra grunted something under her breath, likely to suppress a moan. Double Trouble grinned, leaning in and whispering in the fluff of her ears. "Oh, I think you do. Who's been. A bad. Kitty?"

". . ."

Smack! They put a bit more force behind it this time, and got a very rewarding moan out of it. "Louder!"

"It, it's me . . ."

Smack! "Full sentence!"

"I've, I've been a bad girl . . ."

Smack! "Louder, kitten!"

"I've been a bad kitty!" Catra shouted, probably loud enough to be heard over 'Talia' still playing in the background and out into the corridor. The lizard started massaging her butt as she slumped down on her mistrex's legs.

"See? It wasn't so hard, was it? And, if I was to judge . . ." They quickly slipped a hand between her legs, producing a yelp, "it did entertain you, didn't it?"

Catra was either too embarrassed or too horny to answer properly as she nuzzled against their slick green thighs, slobbering all over their beautiful legs and rubbing her crotch over their palm. They considered scolding her for it, but decided they rather liked her like that after all, pulling their hand back a bit to tease her.

"You sure are horny for a first-timer, aren't you? Though, I did imagine you being more aggressive . . ."

"I'm . . ." Catra gathered herself enough to stop rubbing herself off on their hand and raised herself a little, still keeping her wet-furred crotch over their hand. "I'm not a 'first-timer', actually . . ."

Their eyes went wide, pupils dilated till there was almost none left. "Oh damn. Who was it?" Their teeth had become surprisingly sharp, without them noticing, and it made for a very menacing grin. "No, lemme guess. It was Adora, right?"

A moment later, their grin dropped into the universal 'oh shit' expression as Catra had begun slowly sliding away from them. "Um. Sorry, I was just surprised that . . ."

"That I'd get laid?" Catra chuckled, sulking even further. "Yeah, it was Adora. We . . ." She sighed. She was still too proud to cry, but it was getting harder. "We used to share a bed since we were kids, but sex somehow never came up . . . Though, I'm pretty sure she knew how horny I could get before even I did . . . Shadow Weaver had sent her on some dumb training mission, and Adora had insisted I go as well. We were sent off to a camp, you know, to 'experience first-hand action', even though we only did watch posts and nothing actually happened. Most of the soldiers weren't really serious, so I managed to steal a bottle of wine, Adora thought it was grape juice and got drunk, then she started taking her clothes off because she'd become too hot, and I decided to go along . . ."

The kitty cuddled up against the shifter's chest, blinking tears away. "So . . . yeah. That was it. My awful first time, on a dumb road trip with my drunk best friend who doesn't even remember a thing."

For the first time in a long while, the liar didn't know what to do. With no witty comeback, they caressed the kitty's awfully uncombed hair as she rested on their chest, as her back started heaving while she silently cried her eyes out, as she clumsily wiped her tears away on her expensive outfit.

Then they perked up, smiling and bobbing their head. "Oh, that's a good one."

Sob, sob, a final clumsy wipe. "What is?"

They pointed up at the figurative loudspeakers. "'Pussy is God'. Very fitting, don't you think?" After a brief and unusual moment of hesitation, (shifts a pussy) "Wanna pray some?"

Looking down, Catra tried to feel turned on, but it disappeared somewhere in the void left in her after a lengthy session of crying. ". . . no."

Double Trouble's smile dropped in an instant. "Oh, why am I asking." Carefully, they dug their fingers in her hair again and pulled her aside, putting some motion into her sour, tired body, and then spreading their legs around her on the bed. "Pray for me, kitty. Pray for this poor sinner."

Catra growled at their hand still in her hair. "I thought we were done, Double Trouble."

"You tell me, pussy cat." Double Trouble grinned, slipping a leg between Catra's, reminding her of how wet she still was between her legs despite all the crying. "Are we?"

Slowly, fueled by the lizard's cockiness, the old heat returned to her. With a grin, Catra grabbed their beautiful legs and leaned in one more time.