Catradora - Training Partners (Patreon)

 A lot of you will have read much of this in the earlier previews, but here's the complete, compiled story clocking in at almost 5000 words! Thank you all for the support that made this possible! Any opinions or critique are very much appreciated.

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 As Catra clenched the thick iron bar, desperate to keep hanging on despite the waning strength in her agonised fingers, she knew she couldn't last for much longer. Her forearm was on fire, her shoulder aching terribly. With one hand she clung on for dear life and with the other, clasped the hand of her beloved girlfriend. Catra winced and bowed her head, gritting her teeth and shaking. A drop of sweat shimmered at her chin and fell. This was it... she was about to fall!

 "C'mon, Catra, you got this." Adora's reassuring voice came from next to her, making the cat-girl's pointy ears prick up. "Don't be such a drama Queen." she teased, and Catra blushed crimson. Adora was next to her, also holding into the pullup bar with one arm, her other was clasping Catra's free hand. How was she so damn composed!?

 Both of them were holding an L-sit, toes pointed far in front, abs crunched hard and in a one armed hang in what Adora infuriatingly called their 'rest period'.  Her athleticism really was stunning - it was something Catra had grown more and more jealous of over the last few months. Every time Adora came home soaked in sweat after a run, every time she bragged about a new weightlifting personal record. Whenever she walked around in her underwear flaunting her ever increasing shreds. It made Catra feel so... helpless!

 Helpless to resist jumping on her girlfriend and groping that body at every opportunity. To keep herself from licking the sweat from her beautiful muscles. To prevent the constant, wild fantasies in all her private moments and the heart stopping excitement that Adora could pour over her with any single word or movement. It made her so mad! Adora had become every bit the Goddess Catra idolised her as. Her powerful body had toned and tightened, squared shoulders and heroic back sweeping into her shredded waist, hips and bust as tight and full as ever. She had avoided putting on too much mass but the functional power she'd gained as well as the aesthetic, lean musculature gave her a prideful saunter that even the modest tomboy couldn't help but indulge.

 "Sh-shut up!" Catra snapped back, "Enough rest, let's keep going!"

 "Okay..." Adora's reply was melodic. Supportive. Condescending. It fuelled the literal gut-wrenching effort Catra put into lifting her legs up until toes touched the bar, shuddering. Adora mirrored her timing with a movement as smooth as silk. So perfect! Her golden blonde hair was neat as ever. Even her clothes, the tight red sports bra and impossibly well-fitted leggings were pristine. Catra, on the other hand, had thrown on the cropped maroon vest and boxer shorts she slept in. She could feel sweat mussing up her short hair. "Sixty-one!" Adora counted, her voice clear despite the dozens of arduous reps the pair had done. Catra gasped as after a two second hold, she lowered her straightened legs back into the L-sit and down. They stopped just before their bodies were straight to deny their abs any unwanted respite, only to restart their slow ascent. Catra threw her head back and groaned, crunching her stomach with all her might. Her own abs had come a long way since she'd started her relentless journey to beat Adora…

~~~

 It was two months ago when Catra had finally snapped. She lay across the couch, one hand on her tummy, the other in a packet of chips. She hadn't even looked up when she heard the front door open - it was a scorching hot day after all, and she'd hardly moved. A shadow passed over her and she squinted up. Adora towered over her, apparently back from a run glistening with sweat. The gleaming perspiration and her heavy panting made every muscle of her glorious form pulse. She was flushed red and smiling. A drop of sweat fell from her nose and made Catra flinch as it dripped on her cheek. She was speechless.

 "You're so cute." Adora murmured, fingers tickling the catgirls belly as she leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. "Gonna do a little..." she panted, her legs shook and she gripped the couch arm for support, "...more training... upstairs."

 Catra was left in stunned silence with her heart hammering. She watched her girlfriend hobble away. One distinct memory of her was of pinching the spot on her belly where Adora had touched and feeling the growing pudge below her navel.

 With an infuriated roar, Catra tumbled off the couch, started doing sit-ups and, more or less, never stopped since. She would be every bit as strong and sexy as her girlfriend... she would NOT be the weak one, Adora would see! That very night she had stormed up and demanded that Adora help train her, and been accepted with open arms. Catra was nothing if not stubborn and had thrown herself into every facet of the work with all her effort - and that included the damn dieting. The results had been frustratingly slow, but clear.

~~~

 The defined six-pack along Catra's once soft stomach had ground through the last three sets and she wasn't going to let it stop there. She squeezed Adora's hand and felt the girl hold just as tightly in return.

 In spite of a spirit determined as ever, her body was another story. She could feel herself breaking down. The lactic acid seeping into her overworked muscles caused more pain by the minute. It took away her control and stiffened her body up. Soon, no matter how much she willed it, her abs simply wouldn't have the strength left to lift her legs up to the bar. Catra hauled her legs just over half way before they came to a stop. Her hip flexors rose to meet her lower abs, tortured chords of muscle unable to go further. Catra's eyes snapped open on her girlfriend's yell - "Push! Fight!" Her head whipped to Adora who looked to be folded in half. The powerful blonde was holding her toes against the bar, legs pushed right up against her chest and her ripped midriff curled up. She held that position, waiting for Catra to match her.

 To Catra's dismay her own legs had fully dropped and she was left in her hardly more comfortable one-armed hang. She winced and tried to adjust her grip.

 "It's okay. Rest... I c-can wait." Adora gasped, her voice unsteady, her breaths quick and shallow through pursed lips. The uncharacteristic burden of her speech made Catra study her more closely and what she saw hit her like a lightning bolt. Adora remained in position with her legs pointed straight up. Her thighs were pressed firmly against her stomach at the very precipice of the movement, holding at peak muscle strain. The form was perfect down to her pointed toes and her modest chest was squashed softly by her knees. She had made sure to  lift her hips, crunching countless ripples into her devastatingly lean abs like layered metal in a forge, the flawless form that made her legs into a vertical spear. Catra knew it would be hard to breathe at all while holding that pose, let alone speak.

 Damn it! Embarrassment washed over her again. Jealousy. She let out a groan as she tried to lift her feet again, only getting a few inches before her hip flexors refused to respond and dropped again. The hand clinging to the bar felt like it was being branded, joined by a painful stretching along her arm and shoulder, but Catra kept her vice grip through sheer spite alone. But it was distracting. Catra shifted, breathed deeply to feel her pained abs suck in. The sensation of the strained muscle washed over her getting worse, then better after a few moments. The feeling was coming back to her washboard stomach, the control and strength. She took a few more deep breaths all while trying to ignore the shuddering bombshell beside her.

 Then she grit her teeth, scrunched her toes and heaved, pleading with her abs to do more. Her juddering legs rose half way - the easiest part before the progress slowed. But it didn't stop. Catra let out a sob but aggressively forced any more back down her throat. Blood was rushing in her ears, her cheeks felt hot. The pressure was in her whole body. Adora dropped her legs and followed along - a blindingly bright example of what Catra was desperate to be. Catra was just gutting out the rep but on Adora's end, the muscle control it took to move her legs glacially through every degree of motion made her workout much more advanced.

Even still, Catra was doing so much worse! With a cry of pure rage she kicked upward to the bar finally making contact, her form sloppy. Her legs dropped like rocks right after.

 "Seventy nine!" Adora chanted nonetheless, as emphatically as ever, beaming. "One more!" Of course, she had lowered her legs much more slowly and smoothly. Catra was all but hyperventilating, riding out the pain in her abs and arm. Mercifully enough, hanging from the bar felt easier than before.

 Too much so...

 It was with a dread-filled cringe that Catra realised she had been instinctively pushing down on Adora's hand to ease her own burden. The blonde hadn't said a word but her bicep was pumped, quivering. Catra wanted to bite down on it, whether from spite or lust she herself was unsure. Either way, the help was invaluable and she resigned herself to using it - there was no other way she could continue. She pushed down harder and it felt like a solid beam, firm and supportive. It eased the pressure on her opposite shoulder and hand, allowing Catra to focus on pushing her feet up one more time. As her toes touched the bar she gave a sudden, high pitched wail before lowering them, along with her head that hung trembling as she gasped for breath. It felt like there was a burning hole where her stomach used to be.

 "Eighty!" Adora cheered, breathless in her excitement, or was it relief... there was a long pause before she  spoke again. "One more set..." she reassured her exhausted girlfriend softly, almost pitiful in her tone. "You've done amazing already, if it's too much-"

 "It's not! I can take it!" Catra snapped, the outburst apparently waking her from her semi-conscious panting.

 So the two began to change position, as they had for the previous four gruelling sets. They let go of each other's hands and regripped the bar. Without dropping, the pair shifted and twisted around to face the opposite way. Catra hissed with pain as she pried her cramped hand away, numbed fingers refusing to let go of their desperate grip without a fight. All without dropping, they now hung on with opposite hands, and held hands with each other again. Catra noticed something immediately - Adora's grip seemed weak, stiff. She peered down to her to see reddened fingers, and knew that all the support Adora had given her had come at a cost. That hand must be in agony. Catra gripped it firmly and let out an involuntary, momentary purr.

 She loved Adora's hands. They were slender and dexterous, but firm, calloused like a hard worker, a warrior. They made her feel safe. Even now she could feel it pushing her up, still ready to help support her painful dead-hang. The guilt and humiliation bubbled up in her again. Catra bared her fangs and cried out, legs kicking up to the bar. It felt like her swollen ab muscles exploded, the pain only intensifying as she folded in half at the peak of the rep before dropping her legs. She was reduced into a series of pained gasps and shudders while Adora let out a dignified grunt of effort with her own rep. Catra peered at her from the side and saw the fierce set of upper obliques crumple together. They shimmered with sweat, proving that her girlfriend had not, in fact, been replaced with a flawless machine. After ten seconds, the smooth rep was finished and Catra had dealt with the flash of pain that came with her rep, resolved to take it again. It wasn't much, but this was everything she could muster. She kicked up again and sobbed. When did it get so hot in here? Despite her loose clothing the air around her felt suffocating, even breathing did nothing but burn away her pain tolerance. Take it. You have to take it, she told herself. Just... eighteen more...

 "You're so screwed!" an invasive voice screamed at her from within.

 That moment of doubt was all it took. After such a gruelling session of extended training, her focus, her willpower, the spite and jealousy that had pushed her past her limit slackened. As did her hand, and suddenly Catra was hurtling to the ground. Hitting the floor in a heap made a surprisingly wet slap, and she realised the floor beneath her was damp with perspiration. The cat-girl curled up in dramatic fashion as her cramped muscles loosened, swelled and burned under her skin. She became a ball, clutching at her hard stomach and desperately trying to massage the ache from her muscles.

 "You did... awesome... Catra!" Adora called between gasps. But all Catra heard was mocking, or even worse, pity. She glared up through teary eyes and snapped;

 "Well? Are you gonna finish or not!?"

 A look of hurt flashed across Adora's face. Only briefly - the girl quickly put her focus into continuing the set that Catra had failed. Every deep groan and breath made Catra's ears twitch and eventually she succumbed to the urge to look up. For the first time since the start of this session she could see her girlfriend clearly and get a proper view of her efforts. Having a view from her knees only exacerbated her feeling of hopeless inferiority. Adora was a Goddess. A shining, flexing, feminine idol. Sinewy muscle crackled down her utterly taut forearm, her bicep bulging despite the one-armed hang stretching it out. Hanging from one arm put a twist to her body so that the tight ripples of her obliques crunched to one side placing an obscene level of strain and definition on one edge of her midriff. Catra bore witness as she churned through the final set of leg raises. The reps were hard work but she maintained a constant, smooth flow. 

 The blonde hastily threw her free hand up to the bar and her relieved whoop of victory was cut off, just as she was about to finally let go.

 "You stay up there!!" Catra exploded from her silent reverence.  Adora flinched, tightening her grip on instinct at the command. "I'm not done with you yet!" The scent of her girlfriend's sweat was thick in the air, as arousal, jealousy and admiration made Catra's head swim and sent her into a furor of conflicted emotions. She wasn't going to let little miss perfect get away with making her feel like this. She was going to make her fail, watch it, and relish the victory. "If you're so tough, you won't mind a little extra training, huh?"

 "Not at all!" Adora gasped cheerfully, as though she had been made a friendly and generous offer. Maybe she was just trying to make Catra feel better, and the latter could feel herself blushing crimson. A deer in the headlights. It was Adora who broke the extended silence. "Are you okay?"

 That was the final straw - for about the third time today. How was Adora the calm one here!? "P-pullups! Now! Go!" she squeaked.

 "How many?"

 "Just go!"

 The blonde had lifted her body up before Catra had finished a breath. Her chin reached over the bar with her beautifully pumped biceps squeezing against her forearms. They relaxed as she lowered herself, nice and controlled. In turn, the girl's lats swelled throughout the motion to accentuate her hourglass physique. With no goal to hit, she just continued, one after the other, her eyebrows raised, looking down at Catra, bemused. Catra in return, was doing everything she could to avoid meeting that gaze - focusing on a droplet of sweat on Adora's neck. Watching more trails run down her washboard stomach and seeing her thigh muscles pushing out against her leggings. Actually, it was rather easy to not make eye contact. How long had she been watching now, exactly? Catra's ear twitched to instinctively pick up on the soft, breathy words of her girlfriend.

 "Twenty five. Twenty s-six..." - surely she was about to cave. Any moment her arms, her grip, her spirit would fail and she would collapse and beg for mercy. Adora's reps slowed, her face contorted, her muscles swelled, hard as stone. With every rep Catra felt her legs weaken. She willed the girl to stop, and by the time she came back to her senses she had lost count of Adora's reps again, but the larger girl had found herself half way through a rep, trapped with elbows at 90 degrees and unable to lift any more but still pushing. Adora shook her head as Catra approached, but was ignored.

 The greedy observer clawed at Adora's leggings, snatching them down a couple more inches to reveal the very bottom lines of her astonishing v-cuts and the veins coiling around them, on the verge of baring her womanhood. She purred, taking her time to enjoy the quivering sight, before the violent jolt came of Adora failing her pullup. The bar clattered as her body fell but her grip prevailed, keeping her suspended and panting. "Again!" Catra barked, without missing a beat.

 Right now it was clear that Adora's hands were a weak point. Her grip tortured but stubborn, exhausted from not only supporting her own weight, but no small amount of Catra’s too. Even from the ground, Catra could make out the pained, swollen calluses. Still, Adora kept an unyielding vice grip. Time to push it a little more…  "Give me twenty more pull ups - no, muscle ups!" Catra demanded in her desperate, clumsy urge to see Adora brought down a peg, and of course a lot of flexing muscle on the journey there. The quivering blonde gave an exhausted moan of disbelief in response, but Catra watched that golden ponytail shake as the girl nodded. Showing off a phenomenal recovery speed, her body rose, shoulders and lats swelling again into a heroic formation. At the top of a pullup, her reddened face tensed with discomfort as she pushed her feet forward and leaned into the bar, swinging her elbows upward. Jagged triceps burst from her upper arms as she pushed up, making Catra's jaw drop. Adora's upper body hunched over in the position, curling up her abs and casting a dramatic shadow that made them look downright scary. The sight was gone in a moment as she leaned back and lowered herself, bringing those abs back into Catra's reach. And the cat girl grabbed them without thinking, leaning in to give a long, slow lick with her rough tongue. Up from her navel, along the deep crevasse between those twitching ab muscles, right to Adora’s sports bra. 

 Adora moaned, “Fffff-”

 “Oh!” Catra cut her off, “Little Miss Perfect isn’t going to swear, is she?” - Adora puffed out her cheeks in a motion that would have been cute were it not followed by a yell of determination with her next muscle up.

 With each rep that followed, there was something new to see. Thick sinews popping out along Adora’s shoulders, thrumming like the strings of an instrument. Veins along her forearms, pumped up by her sickening efforts and her perfect conditioning. Her beet red face, beautiful but contorted with pain, transformed rep to rep as her calm demeanour crumbled from the stress. But in the zone, the reps tumbled, the heat increased, the pitch of her forced gasps and grunts heightened. It took twelve before there was a mistake. Adora’s left hand, slick with sweat, slipped from the bar and she fell. Catra beamed, waiting for her to hit the ground but instead there was a deafening rattle from the bar and cry of pain. Adora had held with just one hand, her whole body painfully jolted again - this time Catra was sure she could make out tears amongst the sweat. She had to fight the instinct to help, and reminded herself that if the dumb jock had really wanted to stop, she would have just fallen down.

 "Rest... I need... just... just a minute... please..." Adora's words came in desperate, breathy gasping.

 Catra folded her arms like a child who'd had a toy taken away, weighing up the fun of breaking Adora now or drawing out the failure for longer. "Fine. One condition." She grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, leaving Adora in an L-sit. The blonde whined and threw her head back as Catra let go, but kept her shaking feet in place. She understood, but Catra commanded anyway - "You keep your feet there. Shouldn't be a problem for... um..." she trailed off as she lost herself gazing into the glistening washboard before her, then growled with a cracking voice as embarrassment burned in her again. "Ugh, you're pathetic!" Catra wasn't sure if she was trying to address Adora or herself. Another moment after, and Catra was back to staring, dreamily. She didn’t complain as Adora, under her own volition, started a new set of gruelling leg raises.

~~~

 It hurt. It really hurt - much more than Adora was letting on. Her hands were raw, screaming stumps locked to the bar like they were part of the metal. The strain of it pulled down her wrists, stretched her forearms and made her shoulders ache. Each exhausted muscle didn't hurt in isolation but sent a cascade of pain through each connected joint and fibre. As with her wrists, her tiring abs forced more work onto her quads, her pointing toes cramped into position made her bulging calves fight for space beneath her leggings. It was utter overload.

 But it made Catra look at her like that. Adora peered down at her blushing lover through watery eyes, then shut them tight and wrenched another rep out of her overworked abs. Toes right to the bar. Legs straight. Every rep was as perfect as physically possible. No shortcuts and no mercy. She had to be a soldier. For her. There was pride too, in being able to do this, having built herself up over months.  Rather than trying to ignore them, Adora focused on the cacophony of sensations coursing through her. The intense burn, yes, the swelling of muscle against muscle and the protests of her straining tendons. Her sweat tickled her as it rolled between her breasts and down her abs, coursing along sinews like intricate rivers.

 Thought was slowly succumbing to instinct as the heat, the pain and the arousal all at once were sending her delirious. It was impossible to focus. The only solution was to rep. Rep. Rep.

 The clanging of her feet hitting the bar above her started to grow distant. The sound of her own grunts and shouts became fainter. Rep. Rep. Rep.

Blackness was closing in at the edges of her vision. Rep. Rep...

 White hot pain struck and the world burst back into colour. Knives in her obliques. Adora screamed and threw her head back.

~~~

 Catra pulled her sharp claws back from Adora's shredded serratus muscles, having half expected to rake across them like metal - but no, her assault left a dark red trail just fine and shocked the girl awake. "Can't you hear me!? I said hold it half way!" she repeated. The girl didn't respond immediately, her head having listed back. Her neck looked mighty, reddened and shining with twin chords running down toward her clear cut collarbones. Catra gave the right side of those obliques the same treatment and at last that seemed to force her into motion. The legs rose half way again, shuddering violently. Adora's abs punched out, flexed so hard, so swollen together that they paradoxically looked less ripped. They just seemed forced into one tight mound with the hints of her eight pack carved into it.

 With a light touch Catra pried Adora's ankles apart. She strode forward proudly between her legs, the thin fabric of the leggings on each side of her shrink wrapped over quivering muscle. Catra raised her arms and rested her elbows on Adora's thighs. The girl squealed but held position, and Catra leaned to one side, watching the hulking  obliques in front of her swell to accommodate. She put her palm onto Adora's steaming abs and curled her fingers to make her claws softly prick at the wet skin. The girl twitched.

 "What? You can heal these up the minute we're done, remember? It's just a little extra..." she punctuated her following word by clawing downward across all four distended plates, "..pain!"

 This time Adora didn't cry out. It was a desperate rasp as her body bucked. She was grunting like an animal and Catra replied with a sadistic giggle. She admired her handy-work, confident enough in the fact that she could claw her girlfriend up as much as she liked without any lasting damage if uncertain on the specific rules of her She-Ra related powers. Still, she'd kept her sharp claws skin deep - enough to leave harsh red marks but cause no more than a drop or two of blood. "Can you take pain, Adora?" her voice was so low it rumbled in her throat, sultry and slow. She placed her palms on the heaving thighs and touched her nose against Adora's midriff.

 "Y-hah... y-yes..." Adora winced.

 "Hm? Be clear for me, Adora."

 The girl swallowed, she took a deep breath, her expression hardened, "I-I can take pain."

 "Good girl." Catra shoved downward with her hands, hard. Ready to see the mighty beast collapse and hear the defeated scream.

 That was what should have happened. Instead, the rock hard thighs barely moved and a sudden flex of obscene ab definition sent a spatter of hot sweat against Catra's skin. Before her dumbfounded mind could process any more, Adora's legs were wrapped tightly around her waist. She was pulled in, her face suddenly pressed hard against Adora’s chest. She felt the muscles clench, burying her in the blonde’s soft cleavage, drowning her in Adora’s scent in a hit to the most primal part of Catra’s brain. In the next moment her feet somehow left the ground. She squeezed Adora’s bulging thighs in surprise and could feel the lumpy columns of muscle pushing under her arms. The pair were rising under Adora’s impossible strength, the warrior crying out with effort as Catra contended with the utter overload of her own senses. Her position settled with her underarms hooked over Adora’s legs, feet dangling. She could see her girlfriend's agonised expression as she looked up, as well as, astonishingly, the pull-up bar getting closer.

 “Augh!!” the girl hollered as she did a full pull-up that shook her whole body. Of course, Adora wasn’t only lifting the pair with her arms. Catra’s full weight was being held by her outstretched legs, held by the heaving eight pack that twitched inches from the cat-girl’s face. She panted desperately, hungrily as she stared into the gnashing jaws of abdominal muscles. Then they were falling as Adora’s arms failed. Catra braced for the impact of the hard floor, but instead the bar clattered, a scream filled the room and Catra felt another hot spray of sweat shower over her as Adora’s indomitable grip held. There was a violent jolt that put more intense pressure than ever on the girl for a split second. The wrench of every joint was no doubt a peak of pain worse than anything she had endured so far. Yet, the pair were still off the ground.

 They hung there for the moments it took Catra’s numbed mind to reset and for Adora’s whimpers to quieten. Without warning Catra slapped her hands down on Adora’s thighs and dug her nails in. “S-stop squeezing so much!” she snapped. The vice grip loosened, and Catra nimbly pushed up and swung her legs around to sit side-saddle across Adora’s thighs. Something about the tortured blonde’s near complete loss of composure empowered Catra’s vindictive side. Her laugh was manic. “That’s better! Now, this is a throne!” she cackled, smiling into Adora’s quivering, teary eyes. Her poor face was flushed a deep red, and faint veins were visible in her forehead and neck. When her mouth wasn’t wide from desperate gasping or moaning, the corners curled into a smile. When Catra put her hand on the girl's shoulder she found it slippery and hot to the touch. Once again, she dug in her claws. Hard. Adora’s mewl was delicious. But after a few seconds, the girl lifted her chin, her eyes piercing, a grin on her full lips.

 “I-is that all?” she panted.

 Catra’s rage hit her like a freight train, the indignity of being dominated, even now, washing over her. She balled her hand into a fist and slammed her knuckles into Adora’s navel. The pair jumped as Adora twitched violently and threw her head back. Those veins in her neck became more pronounced as her throat vibrated with her grunt. Catra hissed as pain shot up her wrist, even less give in the blonde’s shredded abdomen than she’d expected. But she didn’t hesitate to punch the armoured washboard once more, even harder. The wet slap took on a deeper ring, sweat spraying from Adora’s dripping body. Five more hits, and Catra had to concede that her own bones would break before Adora’s muscles did. The girl's head was bowed, but her stomach was crunched into a brick wall, skin flushed, sweaty and bruised. Catra slipped away from Adora before the constant, violent vibrations of her seat sent her over the edge. Landing gracefully on her feet, she slapped her palm against her girlfriend’s tree-trunk waist hard enough that it stung.

“Come on! Pump those abs, f-fat-ass!” the insult was about as empty as one ever could be. Even so, Adora obeyed. The leg raises started all over again.

~~~

Over the next hour and a half all of Catra's jealousy and spite melted away, succumbing as did her mind to the well deserved worship of Adora's miraculous muscles.

 "Ca.. Ca..tra.. p-please..." she gasped and moaned. Her face was scarlet, cheeks full of tears, her legs and toes twitching and shaking.

 "See? Not so tough now, are you?" Catra purred and placed her hands on Adora's knees. It took the slightest push to move them down against the girls' mightiest efforts. The countless micro-tears in her muscle and searing build up of lactic acid leaving the chiselled eight pack with no strength to spare. Adora's eyes bulged as she fought, gasping deeply to fill her lungs. She started to squeal as they drew the movement out. Her back arched, thrusting her overworked stomach forward, her body bucking weakly. This lasted for three entire minutes until her legs were straight and she finally hung limp. Catra heard her let out a deep exhale and groan as her body finally relaxed.

"What, can't lift them any more?'' The violent shaking of the girl's knees and twitching sinews in her lower abs as she tried to keep flexing confirmed it. It didn't bear thinking about that this is what it took for Catra to finally get the upper hand... the smaller girl was more than content to just enjoy herself. She stared at the defeated abs, pronounced, swollen and reddened. The definition had tightened into even more jagged edges in the horizontal separations of her muscular plates. On close inspection her rapid pulse was visible in the veins creeping up her lower tummy. With every breath they flashed with even more startling definition that could only be achieved with her gruelling lifestyle compiled with the effect of such a brutal session. So, confident in her purported victory, Catra at last showed mercy; "Drop."

 Splat. Adora didn't need to be told twice. She fell in a heap, down into the generous sweat puddle beneath her. Palms torn to shreds, fingers dark red and swollen. Clothes saturated and the body beneath overworked beyond reason. All of that, and the biggest smile on her face that she had ever seen.

 With a long, satisfied purr Catra sank to her knees, leaning over. She nuzzled Adora's steaming hot navel, then pushed out her tongue. Time to clean her girlfriend up - the best way a cat girl such as herself knows how...