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Double Trouble doesn't complain about Catra being a virgin. Still a virgin, most of Catra's peers in the Fright Zone would have said. Those she'd gone through training with would have whispered, with pity, "Didn't you and Adora ever?" Adora's new friends might have said the same, depending what Adora told them. Catra can too easily imagine having to listen to all that.

But she doesn't have to.

Double Trouble touches Catra's belly, gentle, their flat hand there for long enough that Catra must make some sign. Because unaccountably Double Trouble figures it out. Or maybe they already knew the wanting that Catra never told even Adora. Saw it in how Catra watched the very youngest in the Fright Zone, or on a mission. Somehow Double Trouble knows.

"That's right," Double Trouble says, the nonspecific praise soothing Catra despite herself.

"You want kittens you made," Double Trouble says next; it's not a question in the least. They spin it out for Catra, whispering, "You'll fill this place up with babies. You've been waiting for that." They nudge Catra flat, one hand already between her legs as they settle themself over her. "Let me in, that's just right. I'll breed you."