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Hordak choked back a snarl as the circuitry in front of him disintegrated in a cloud of acrid smoke, shoving the sparking mess off his workbench in frustration. The refinements Entrapta had suggested had seemed simple enough, but -
A tendril of purple hair swept the components off the floor. "This is the sixth time you’ve attempted to rebuild the superheterodyne remodulator.” Entrapta didn’t bother to look up from the maze of twinkling lights that comprised her own project - Hordak was not certain what "ARGB" meant, but Entrapta had insisted that it was critical to obtaining optimal performance - as she deposited the mess back onto his work surface.
He snorted, and began to disassemble the tangle. "I will not fail in this." He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice as he teased apart burnt wires with stiff fingers, testing for salvageable components.
Entrapta soldered another contact, and the lights began to move in patterns, waves of primary and secondary colors chasing each other across the workbench. "We should take a break."
"I am not tired." He flexed his fingers, verifying the full range of motion, before resuming his task. It was light work, and the new armor assured that he was not in pain. There was no reason he should not be able to continue.
A micro-capacitor failed, dying with a pop and a fizz as he carelessly allowed far too much current to flow through it. “I do not need rest.”
"Not a rest, a break. Sometimes, if you work too long on something, you get stuck. And we’ve been working on the portal for three days.” She flipped her mask up, squirming to extricate herself from the loops of flashing lights that had somehow entwined them around her torso. “Engaging in recreational activities is a widely accepted means of generating novel insights and restoring focus.”
"Absurd." Another pop and fizz. "What 'recreational' activities could possibly be worth engaging in?"
Entrapta pushed away from her workbench, sending her chair spinning its way across the room. "Scorpia is better at this than me, but she's still with Catra in the Crimson Wastes - Oh! She sent a letter! They're having fun, but they haven’t found that First Ones tech yet - but there's media consumption, artistic expression, tabletop games…"
"Pointless frivolities." He huffed, but begrudgingly set aside the now thoroughly unsalvageable demodulator. Entrapta was not incorrect - he had made no meaningful progress. And … and the portal would not be ready until it was perfect; a small delay on this one component would not set them back. There was no harm in indulging Entrapta’s whims.
She continued on, ignoring his interjection while enumerating the choices on her fingers, her chair drifting ever closer. "Athletic pursuits, sexual activi - oof." The chair’s castors thumped against his foot, and he watched blankly as it tipped over, sending Entrapta sprawling into his lap.
He was, of course, aware of the carnal pleasures Entrapta was referring to - the cadre of mercenaries and outcasts he had attracted in his earliest days had not been overly concerned with either decorum or privacy - but he had never considered participating in such debauchery. Even when he had found himself tainted by their base desires, stirred by flagrant displays of sensuality, by bared skin and beckoning glances, soft touches and gentle words - he shifted as Entrapta righted herself, spreading his legs slightly to allow her a better platform as she adjusted her coveralls, which had slipping low enough to expose the curve of her hips - he had never allowed himself to succumb to temptation.
Entrapta placed a hand on his chest for balance, her thumb coming to rest on the power crystal in the collar of his suit. She was looking at him expectantly. Had she asked a question? “I am not going to solicit crude acts -”
She laughed and leaned in closer, bright sparks of color reflecting in her eyes like a sea of stars. “Oh, many types of athletics are actually quite complex! Ball games often require -”
He snarled in frustration. “I was talking about -” He bit off the sentence before it could finish; he should not care that Entrapta had misunderstood his objection. He should not resent that she so easily meandered away from the subject of -
“Hm?” Entrapta frowned at him. “What else would you be - Wait, you mean sex?"
He looked away, feeling a flush creep up his face.
Clearly taking that as confirmation, she cheerfully continued on. “Sex can be a bit simple, but it’s still fun. If you’re worried about finding a partner -” Her thumb moved, seeming to trace the etchings in the crystal’s surface. “You could have sex with me.”
The world stopped moving. "Entrapta -" The word ended in a breathy squeak. He swallowed - several times - before being able to continue, his voice rasping against the sudden dryness of his throat. "Entrapta. You do not have to subject yourself to - to -" He flinched away from the idea of anything she did being crude or debased. "Intimacies with a defective clone purely for my entertainment." Were she interested in such acts for her own sake, she could surely find far more suitable partners.
"Oh, that's not a problem. I like having sex!” She grinned at him as if she had finally solved a challenging power circuit. “And your response to arousal is fascinating.”
He should reject this.
He could feel her breath on his face.
He should denounce her for corrupting him, shove her to the floor, ban her from -
"Yes." She was so warm.
“Eeeeee!” Hordak found himself swept off his feet, tendrils of hair plucking a forgotten tool from his hand to be tossed recklessly onto the workbench surface. Some distant part of his mind marveled at his willingness to be so easily led astray as he was dragged towards Entrapta’s couch - but it was barely a whisper against the roar of her words, the thought that she wanted him, in however small a way.
He let his eyes shut as Entrapta arranged him to her liking, feeling the weight of her body settle on top of his, small movements sending jolts of fire across his skin. His breath caught as he felt himself respond to the friction, and he willed himself to relax, to distance himself and allow Entrapta to do as she pleased. He could allow her this.
The movements paused, and a wave of dread brought him back to himself. "Hordak?" Had he, somehow, failed in this simple task?
His eyes snapped open, but whatever defense or plea had been on his lips died away, as he realized that at least some of those movements had been Entrapta removing most of her clothes.
Her boots, shirt, and supportive garments were gone, leaving her with her coveralls and undergarments pooling around her hips.
She was heart-stoppingly beautiful.
“You're being very quiet. Which is fine, but." She bit her lip. "Are you okay?"
An absurd question. She was not heavy enough to damage his armor. "Yes." He waited for her to resume her activities.
But she still hesitated. “And you still want to have sex?”
He bit back a snarl of frustration. “Entrapta - ” He had already agreed to perform carnal acts with her; what was the purpose of these repeated tests? "Yes, please." The last word ended on a rather desperate whine – but it was enough to convince her.
"Okay, good, okay." Her weight settled over his hips again, and he hissed at the renewed pressure. He resisted the impulse to close his eyes again – he did not wish to invite further interrogation – and tried to focus on her face, but his traiterous gaze settled lower.
A lapse which did not escape Entrapta’s attention. “You like breasts?” Before he could respond, tendrils of hair whipped around his wrists and jerked his hands forwards, guiding them into cupping the flesh of her chest.
"I - yes." That word seemed to set her at ease. He had to remember to keep using it. His breath caught, fingers flexing involentarily under the weight of warm, soft skin. His thumb moved, encircling the darker skin around her – around the – at the apex, earning him an encouraging smile. He tried to steady his breathing. This was how Entrapta wanted him to pleasure her. He would not fail in this.
Entrapta stiffled a moan as he bushed a thumb over pebbled skin, and he was a fool for believing that he had had even tenuous control over his body. He choked on her name as every muscle in his body pulled tight and then released, leaving him trembling and panting into her hair, his mind empty of anything beyond her.
And then Entrapta shifted in his grip, and the world came crashing back. He had allowed himself to utterly lose control, falling apart at the most banal of touches. He was pathetic, worthless…
"Hordak? Do you need to stop?" He blinked bleerily, trying to bring her into focus. She didn't seem angry at his abysmal performance. She had shifted her weight off of him, but she hadn't left - she was instead suspended over him, her hair carrying her weight. “Or do you want to keep going?” She was watching him as if he were something new, and fragile, and precious, and he would not disappoint her.
"Yes." He tightened his arms around her waist, drawing her close again. He was desperately over-stimulated - he could feel his heart stutter and stall, before coming back far too strong - but he would not allow the failings of his body to detract from Entrapta's pleasure.
He was rewarded as Entrapta leaned in, and finally began to take what she wanted from him.
"Yes."
Her hands were in his hair now, the leather of her gloves scraping against his scalp and she gripped and guided him down, tilting his head to allow their mouths to meet, the soft flesh of her lips pressing against the hard lines of his. He couldn't breath, but that didn't matter. Her thumb on his chin was a plain command, which he obeyed without question, opening himself to her, and letting her take what she wanted. Her tongue roved over the entirety of his mouth, before Entrapta withdrew, leaving him panting and staring at her swollen lips as she grinned down at him, cradling his head in her hands.
"You’re so beautiful like this." Her words sent another jolt of fire down his spine, and he moaned as she pulled him in for another kiss, this one harder, ending with a nip to his lower lip that left his heart thudding in a way that wasn't entirely enjoyable, foolish as that was. It had not been hard enough to break the skin, let alone do real damage.
And it had not been unarousing, he realized, as he followed Entrapta’s gaze down to the junction between his legs and his body.
"Ooh, you're hard again! Did you want to try penetration?"
He could hardly hear himself think over the thudding of his heart. "Yes." Entrapta wanted this. That was enough.
"Great! Just give me a minute! You can get yourself ready!" Entrapta scrambled off of him, pulling a large box out from under the couch who’s contents were - well. They were cylindrical, and blunt, and had designs that ranged between utilitarianism, organic realism, and fantastical abstractions. Many of them were unsettlingly large.
He forced himself to look away. He should be focusing on her instructions. Prepare himself. Yes. He could prepare himself.
He ducked slightly as Entrapta’s coveralls were thrown towards the back of the couch, leaving her fully disrobed as she continued her rummaging. Did she expect the same of him? He hesitated briefly, before settling for shifting aside the damp front panel of his dress, removing the simple undergarment he favoured and spreading his legs, leaving the relevant portions of his anatomy fully exposed. Surely that would be sufficient.
"Aha!" He held his breath, glancing to see what she had chosen, and then looked again. It wasn't one of the phallic devices; instead, it looked like a small foil packet. "This type has a topical anesthetic in the lubricant to delay climax, since that seems to be an issue."
Before he had a chance to respond - indeed, before he had a chance to fully understand what she had said - she was once again straddling him, and - and - Shadows, she was going to touch him there.
He whimpered as Entrapta wrapped a hand around the base of - around the base, allowing her the control to unroll the contents of the packet - a thin, rubbery sheath - over the entirety of the organ. "Does that feel okay?" Her fingertips moved as she secured the base of the prophylactic device.
He would keep his breathing level, even if he could not regulate his heartbeat. He would not embarrass himself a second time. And Entrapta was correct - he could feel the numbing agent begin to work, making it seem very slightly less like her touch would cause him to implode. "Yes."
She rewarded him with a laugh - he would tolerate so much more than this to earn her laugh - and scooted forward on her hair, positioning herself over his hips, the thatch of dense, dark purple hair aligned with -
Oh.
"Ready?"
No. "Yes." Hordak watched from six inches to the side of his own head, as Entrapta began to lower herself, making small noises as the seemingly endless length disappeared into her diminutive body.
"You feel so good." She whined and squirmed against him, somehow working their bodies into an even closer union. "Hordak?"
“Yes.” He held himself rigidly still, distantly terrified that giving in to his body's impulse to move would hurt Entrapta in some way. It seemed impossible that she could be comfortable, could be safe, with such a large thing inside her, even though she was moving with perfect confidence.
Prime’s Will, was she moving. She was no longer relying on her hair to support her, instead using the muscles of her legs to slide herself up and down in an easy rhythm that he could tell, even from this great distance, was rapidly pushing him towards another loss of control.
Entrapta let out a frustrated whimper as she increased the speed of her movements, rocking back and forth as if seeking additional friction. "Almost…"
Hordak knew, he knew, somewhere in his hindbrain, that he had already lost the battle. He had teetered over the edge of inevitability, and now could only try to keep from falling before Entrapta found the release she was seeking.
He lifted his hands, hesitating as he warred with himself on how he would be allowed to touch her - a war that quickly became moot, and a tendril of hair grabbed his wrist with force, leaving him with his palm buried in the dense purple curls, allowing Entrapta to rut against his fingers.
"Yes, that's it, that's - FUCK!" And suddenly Entrapta was frozen in place, shivering as her body seized around his, harsh panting interspersed with whimpers of pleasure. She was magnificent.
It was all too much. Hordak let go.
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When he could breathe again, he watched in a haze as Entrapta pulled herself off of him, using a towel she had produced from somewhere to clean herself of the sweat and … other fluids their activities had generated.
"I would consider that a successful first attempt. What did you think, Hordak?"
Their carnal union had been completed. This was clearly a dismissal.
"Hordak? Where are you going?"
He pushed himself away from the support of the couch, even as that caused him to stagger and nearly fall. "I - " ‘Away’ was the answer he wanted to give. He groped for something more sensible. "- my sleeping quarters. I. I am tired."
"Are you okay? Was there too much strain on the cardio-pulmonary regulators? Let me see."
He flinched away with a snarl as she reached for the diagnostic port on his arm. "No! I - I am -fine-. I am. Tired. That is all." He held his breath, expecting further argument, but Entrapta seemed more subdued than usual - he imagined she would also need rest after their activities. "We will speak tomorrow."
"...Okay."
He nodded, and swept away towards the corner of the lab where, behind a curtain, there was the battered shell of an amniotic chamber. It had been broken since before he had landed on this Shadow-riddled planet, of course, but sleeping within its off-white walls was still soothing, in a way he had never bothered to question.
He stripped off his filthy clothes, completing his evening ablutions with unsteady hands. He glanced away as he dis-entangled the prophylactic from his now flaccid (but still acutely sensitive) private parts, before disposing of it.
Naked, clean, and shaking, he crawled into his pod and the nest of threadbare blankets it contained.
His final thought, as he drifted off, was that Entrapta was right - that had gone well.
And if the peaceful dark of his sleep was interrupted by uneasy thoughts, half memories of another life, where the light was so bright that it burned?
Well, that was a small enough price to pay.