She-Ra Parallel Universe

Eternia vs Nevernia

Catra kiss and do something sex whit Adora💕

Adora vs Abhora
or Adora vs male Abhora, evil blonde haired man

Catra are so fucking hot

Mermista vs Sirenista or humorous outgoing dark
skinned mer man

Perfuma vs Poisona or evil man with blonde hair

Fuck fuck fuck fuck ahhh...

Bow vs Arrow or serious black woman

Glimmer vs Dimmer or evil male prince

Queen Angella vs Queen Demonella or evil demon king

Entrapta vs Liberta or dramatic man

Shadow Weaver vs evil Shadow Spinner who turns into
good Light Weaver

Scorpia vs ?

Lord Hordak vs ?

The Horde vs The Portion

The Rebellion vs The Empire (sorry, I had to)

Felina: an unofficial cat
human princess with an opposite personality of Catra. Unlike Catra, she does
not like taking risks nor does she like to be in the spotlight. She is a tame
cat human while Catra relies on her wild instincts. Like Catra, she has a brown
tail, cat ears, claws, and good hunting instincts. She has light gray hair like
a lion’s mane, while the tuffs on the side are darker in color (opposite of
Catra). She is most often seen wearing blue pants and blue shirt (without holes
in the pants like Catra). Like Catra, she also wears a cat shaped headdress,
though it is dark blue. She used to be friends with Abhora until Abhora became
influenced by the Dark Moon Empire. Felina can transform into a purple panther
superhero.

Abhora: Adora’s opposite
counterpart. Unlike Adora, she has no sense of justice, especially when she
decides to join the Dark Moon Empire. She used to be friends with Felina. She
is a tall woman with black hair and serious eyes. She wears the dark blue
military outfit of her former faction, the Portion. She transforms into a
ruthless villain (like She-Ra when possessed by the infected sword).

Dimmer: the princess of
the Dark Moon Empire. Her dress and hair are blood red in color and she
possesses the ability to teleport and shoot blasts of dark magic. She is the
daughter of Queen Demonella, a ruthless leader. She gains power from the
Bloodstone.

Arrow: An African
American man, with a serious side to him.

Sirenista: Mermista’s
opposite. Bubbly and cheerful on the outside, she has a tendency to lure men to
their deaths like a siren. Ice Falcon, a pirate, hates her. Her tail and fins
are red, and her hair is the same color as Mermista’s. She gains power from the
Black Pearl Runestone.

Poisona: Perfuma’s
opposite. She has the ability to grow poisonous plants to defeat her enemies.
Wanting her plants to grow wild, she opposes the Portion’s desire to make the
land a safe place for people. Her dress is neon green and her hair is brown.
Emerald gives her power.

Pyra: the impatient 11
year old princess of the Kingdom of Ashes. She wears a bright red dress and her
hair is short and black. She has fire powers, the opposite of Frosta. Like
Frosta, she is neutral in the war until she is influenced by the Dark Moon
Empire. The Sunstone gives her power.

Liberta: Entrapta’s
counterpart. She also likes science, but prefers to set things free rather than
trap them. She joins the opposite Horde faction in the fight for good, though
she was first persuaded by the Dark Moon Empire to work for them. Her long hair
is pink instead of purple.

Ice Falcon: a stone cold
pirate with black hair and beard. He hates Sirenista and works for the Dark
Moon Empire for money.

Light Weaver: the caring
mother figure to Felina and Abhora. She is friendly to Felina and wants Abhora
to change her ways. When Abhora leaves, she desperately wants to bring her
back. She was originally Shadow Spinner, a Dark Moon sorceress who later
changed her ways. Like Shadow Weaver, she has dark hair and wears a mask to
hide her face. The Red Garnet gives her power.

The Portion: a small
technologically advanced civilization who uses technology to better the
environment and improve the lives of others. Their symbol is an owl.

Dark Moon Empire: a
larger faction with evil princesses (same as the Horde’s depiction of the
Rebellion). The Whispering Woods is part of their territory.

First Ones: same as the
original ones. Felina and Abhora both race to use the tech to use for their own
purposes. Felina is guided by a male version of Light Hope, while Abhora is
influenced by Dark Despair. Felina tries to snap Abhora out of Despair’s power.

Crabia: Scorpia’s very
shy counterpart. She is socially awkward but has a good heart. She can latch
onto things and heal people.

Lord Porton: Lord
Hordak’s good counterpart.

A
young woman stretched her arms and legs, getting ready for the routine training
for the day. Unlike a regular human, she possessed cat-like agility and
instincts. These included: cat ears on top of her head, claws from her fingers
and toes, a furry brown tail, and stripes along her arms. She also had two
different colored eyes, one gold and one blue. Her hair was a small light brown
lion’s mane of messiness. She wore blue pants, and a light blue shirt with the
owl Portion logo on it. A small owl was also present on the dark belt she
clasped on.

After
loosening her muscles, Felina got to work on the obstacle course in the vast
room. Felina leaped from one circular platform to another, and then swung
gracefully across the sets of hanging rings from overhead. After she made it
across, she dove through a tire, crawled through a small tunnel and leaped over
several large logs. Once she reached the end, she landed several powerful kicks
on a green punching bag hanging from a chain.

“Whew,” she said, wiping
the sweat from her brows.

“Are you ready?” asked a
voice from nearby.

She turned around to see
her mentor and mother figure, Light Weaver. She was a tall woman with long
white hair and a red mask obscuring her face. Her dress was a brilliant blue in
different shades. Her magic was powered by the Red Garnet, a Runestone located
in her sanctum.

Felina stood up straight
and nodded respectfully, though inside, she was shaking with nerves.

“Good,” Light Weaver
said. “You’ve been practicing for a while, so I know you have great potential.
We’ll need as many skilled cadets as we can get to drive off the evil Dark
Empire.”

“I…I will not fail you,
Light Weaver,” Felina stated.

Light Weaver briefly gave
her a comforting pat on her head.

A woman’s voice appeared
over the PA, calling for the squadrons to report to the training area.

“Good luck,” said Light
Weaver before walking off to a sunlit window at the end of the hall.

Felina hurried off down
the hall to the training chamber, meeting up with her other comrades. Such was
life in the Portion Light Zone.

“Hey Abhora,” Felina said
as she walked over and took her place beside her friend. Abhora had white skin
and her black hair was in a braid. She wore blue camouflage pants and a ripped
up dark green shirt. Her blue eyes were serious with a competitive spark in
them.

Abhora glanced to her
right. “About time you showed up. You’ve always been a late bloomer, but you
further support the fact by showing up last!”

“Whatever,” replied
Felina in a low voice.

“At attention, cadets,”
said a large brown man who had the appearance of a bear. He paced in front of
the lined up recruits with a clipboard in his hands. Coliano was a male white
wolf man, Tanner was an African American boy, and Ryan was a brown haired girl,
the three other cadets.

The bear Sargent
continued. “This exercise will test your knowledge, agility, and skill. Here’s
your scenario. You’ll be traveling through the treacherous Frenzy Forest.
You’ll then reach the heart of the Empire insurgency, Dark Moon. Your mission
is to defeat the queen of the princesses and liberate Dark Moon in Lord
Portion’s name.”

“Been there, done that,”
sighed Abhora.

Felina gave her a warning
glare.

Sargent faced them again.
“The Frenzy Forest is full of terrible monsters, and ruthless princesses.
Everything and everyone will take you down if given the chance. Don’t give it
to them. Good luck, recruits.”

The five entered another
room with fake trees standing tall and rocks of various sizes scattered around.
Soldiers in armor, wearing dark crowns stomped over toward them. They were
waving staffs which crackled with energy. From the eyeglasses of the recruits
that served as detectors, the soldiers looked like enemy princesses.

“Scatter!” called Felina
as she and the others dove to avoid the laser red blasts. Felina leapt from
branch to branch, and launched herself at an enemy soldier. A hard kick sent
him to the ground.

Abhora punched two
soldiers at the same time, casually going around fighting as if she were bored.

Felina and Abhora met and
gave each other a high five, not noticing another soldier peer from behind a
fake tree trunk.

“Look out!” warned
Coliano, the white wolf bipedal who threw another soldier to the ground.

The soldier fired a blast
and Tanner dove in the way, getting hit in the process.

After a few electric
jolts, a red X appeared on his armored chest.

“How noble,” breathed
Felina, even though he wasn’t actually dead, just out of the simulation.

“Felina!” cried Abhora as
parts of the floor started to fall through. Flying on a metal skiff was one of
the Force Captains, who fired multiple lasers from her gun. From the
eyeglasses, she appeared as the princess’ leader, firing balls of magic with
two large bat wings from her back.

Felina dodged the blasts
and used a pole to launch herself in the air. She landed onto the blonde Force
Captain, tossing her out of the skiff and onto the ground. She then lowered the
vehicle to safety.

But the Force Captain wasn’t
quite through. She fired another blast which hit Felina square in the chest,
causing her to fall off the skiff onto the floor. The area on the floor beeped
red and she would’ve fallen through, if Abhora hadn’t grabbed hold of her hand.

“Thanks,” Felina said.

“Do try not to show up
late next time,” said Abhora. “You look ridiculous holding onto my hand like
that.”

“No promises,” said
Felina with a playful smile.

“Training simulation
successfully completed,” called the voice over the PA, as Abhora helped Felina
up.

The two friends laughed
and playfully punched each other as they made their way toward the locker room.

“Oh wow, that look on
your face when you almost dropped down the hole…priceless!” said Abhora.

“Just think of that
happening to you and see who’s still smiling,” Felina replied.

“But it didn’t did it?”

“You still helped me up,
though.”

“Obviously. As
entertaining as it’d be seeing you fall down to the large inflated mattress
below, I don’t like seeing my friends get hurt too much.”

The two of them made it
to the locker room, where Felina hung her belt and armor inside.

“Felina, Abhora.” said a
voice. Light Weaver wandered into the room, floating a few inches off the
ground.

Both of them turned
around and saluted her.

“Well, done both of you.
You both increased your scores and set new records. The best performance I’ve
seen.”

“Thank you, Light
Weaver,” said Abhora.

Felina smiled also.

“When will I be able to
go on an active mission?” asked Abhora.

“In time,” she said,
“when Lord Portian deems you ready.”

“But I’ve been training
nonstop for months now. We need to take down the Dark Empire as soon as
possible. We could use your magic to help the Portion…”

Light Weaver cut her off.
“My light magic is not as strong as it once was. Even with all of us at the
front lines, the Dark Empire would find a way to push us back. If everyone were
to become leaders, the system would fall into disarray.”

“Why can’t we change it?
Take action now instead of mulling around.”

“I have my plans to
follow, as do you. Patience and precision is key, Abhora. Don’t forget that.”

Abhora growled softly.

“Felina, come with me,”
said Light Weaver. “Let us talk.”

Abhora grinned as
Felina’s cheeks turned red.

“Ooh, are you in
trouble?” Abhora whispered with in a sing song voice.

Felina rolled her eyes,
then turned to follow her mentor.

The two of them walked
down the hall, the rays of the sun shining through the windows. There was a
blue carpet that stretched along the entire floor. White pillars held up the
high ceiling, while blue vases on small stands lined the sides of the
immaculate corridor. Light Weaver stopped by a large window and mentioned for
Felina to look out.

Felina peered through the
glass and saw a much smaller village off in the distance. There were white tents,
round huts, and even a shack or two, spread across the vast green field.

On the other hand, The
Light Zone building they were in looked like a combination of a castle and a
factory. One area of the building was dedicated to the making of weapons and
magical items. A few large smoke stacks let out exhaust, which was promptly
evaporated by flying Portion members in protective suits on skiffs. As they
didn’t have magic, they instead used air magic within metal suction tools to
dissipate the harmful smoke. The warehouse was connected by a bridge to the
main building, where the training of recruits took place and where the throne
room of Lord Portion was located.

“It’s beautiful,” Felina
gasped.

“Indeed it is,” said
Light Weaver. “But the natural beauty you see here won’t last long under the
Dark Empire.”

“What’s outside those
white boundary walls?” asked Felina.

“The rest of Nevernia,”
she said. “And the Dark Empire. Every day, the evil grows stronger. I have
trained you for this moment all your life. It is not just your high scores…it
is your concern for others and determination which sets you apart. Look.”

Light Weaver pointed in
the distance. Through the glass, Felina could see another section of the
village that had been burnt by the guards of the Dark Empire.

“The princess Queen has
forced the villagers to pay taxes which grow higher every year. Those who don’t
comply lose their homes…and often their lives.”

Felina moved her head
slightly to the right and saw a mother and a farmer, crying over the loss of
their toddler son.

“The princesses vanished
before the guard could stop them. The Empire won’t stop until they have us
crushed in the palm of their hands. That is why, we need a reliable, honorable
Force Captain.”

Light Weaver held out her
hand, and a blue badge with an owl on it appeared from a sphere of light.

“And I can think of no
one else as qualified as you.”

“But…I’m not ready,”
Felina said, nervousness in her voice.

“I know that you are,
even if you do not. But you must believe in yourself, Felina. If we want our
next mission to go smoothly, you’ll have to step up. Inocent lives depend on
us.”

Felina stared at the
badge, at the new responsibility staring at her in the face. As anxious as she
was, this was what she had been pursuing for all her life. To back doen and
give up now would mean all her hard work was for nothing.

Nodding silently, she
took the badge from Light Weaver’s hand, who then smiled genuinely at her. “I
know you have it in you. Report to the Force Captain meeting early tomorrow.
You will learn more about the mission in orientation and debriefing.”

Light Weaver turned to
go, but Felina said, “Wait, Light Weaver…”

The sorceress turned
around.

“Will I be seeing active
duty with the rest of my friends?”

“Only you,” she replied.

“But Abhora’s also worked
hard for the position as well.”

Light Weaver stared down
at Felina, her features hidden behind her mask. “She has impatient and violent
tendencies that need to be tampered down. Putting her in the line of duty would
only cause trouble, despite her being a great warrior. And the rest of the
recruits aren’t ready yet.”

Felina lowered her head,
slightly disappointed. Light Weaver responded by lightly caressing her cheek.
“It’s for the best, Felina. You’ll understand more in time. Be prompt and
prepared tomorrow; Lord Portion doesn’t tolerate failure.”

“Yes, Light Weaver,” said
Felina before her mentor left.

Felina pinned the badge
to her uniform, suddenly feeling like a proud, but nervous adult, stepping into
a new part of her life. She wondered out the door and through the gardens
outside. The growers waved as she passed and she nodded in return. Tomatoes,
grape vines, cabbage, and other foods were grown around the area. Further west,
farmers from the villages grew their own crops and sometimes exchanged their
produce with the guards and traders. In this way, both the commoners and upper
class got to enjoy similar food. A cool breeze stroked Felina’s face as she
observed the dusk sky above her. A few stars had come out to join her,
twinkling their hellos.

Suddenly, she felt
herself being pinned hard to the ground from behind.

“Gotcha, cat-face!”
taunted Abhora.

“Abhora, seriously?”
asked Felina as she turned herself around, wrestling herself free.

Abhora gazed at the blue
badge. “Hey, what’s that?”

She tore it off and held it up to the light,
stepping back.

“Give that back!” Felina
protested, pushing herself up.

“Oh, you’ve been
promoted? Awesome!” She grinned and walked beside Felina and gave the badge
back to her. “This is great. We’ve finally passed all the boring tests and now
we get to liberate Nevernia. Light Weaver will be so proud of us.”

“Yes, indeed,” said a
worrisome Felina, knowing what would happen next in the conversation.

“So, where’s my badge?”

“Um…” Felina paused. “Light
Weaver said you’re not coming. She just promoted me.”

“What?! My score was just
as good as yours, if not better. I have every right to be a Force Captain as
much as you.”

“It’s not a competition,”
said Felina. “It’s not only about the fight. It’s about how you handle
yourself.”

Abhora scoffed and
crossed her arms, her black ponytail fluttering slightly in the breeze.

“I handle myself
perfectly fine, thank you very much. I’m surprised Light Weaver doesn’t see
that.”

“Well, to be fair, you
are a bit impatient around the others. You seem to only want to win and…”

“As do you,” she replied.
“Light Weaver goes on and on about being patient and ‘mindful,’ but we don’t
have time for that! Just look at what the Empires’ done so far. You think
they’re gonna play nice and agree to whatever treaty Light Weaver might offer?
They’re not the type to fight fair, so why should we?”

Felina was silent for a
moment, lost in her mind, and too stunned to speak.

Abhora leaned in close.
“And for that matter, I think we should just sneak on into the Empires’
territory ourselves; take ‘em out and make things easier for the Portion.”

Felina gasped. “Are you
insane? You can’t just wander in and expect it to be easy. The Force Captains
are more skilled than us and they’re going to investigate a section of the
Empire first. See, the rule is to slowly take over bits and pieces of the
Empire first, to gain more ground.”

Abhora scoffed and
clenched her fists. “And if we don’t infiltrate the source, then what? It’s
goodbye to the Portion and all we’ve worked for. I just want to get out of this
place before I die of boredom.”

Felina sat down on a
bench and licked her arm. “Why not just appreciate the beauty that’s all around
us?” She mentioned to the pots of flowers, the fruits from the trees, and the
green grass all around. Felina smiled as the sun set over the mountains in the
west, turning the sky a light violet.

“Seen it all before. I
wanna see something new.”

She put her arm around
Felina. “Can you try and persuade Light Weaver to let me come with you? With
the two of us at the front, we’ll be able to defeat the enemy and adapt
Nevernia for the Portion, and ourselves!”

Felina sighed. “You know
Light Weaver won’t change her mind. She is our boss after all.”

Abhora seethed and stood
up. “Well good riddance to that.” She stomped away.

“Where are you going?”
asked Felina.

“To grab a skiff and go
there myself.”

“I’m coming with you. You
can’t go by yourself.”

A smile formed on
Abhora’s face. “Glad to see someone coming to her senses.”

“Don’t make me regret
this,” Felina added as she raced after her friend toward a skiff.

“Just you try and stop
me.”

Abhora grabbed a key and
turned it into the slot, activating the skiff. The vehicle slowly rose into the
air and then sped off as Abhora drove it.

Felina pushed Abhora out
of the way. “Let me drive. You’re going too fast.”

“What’s the fun in going
slow?” retorted Abhora, shoving her in return.

Both girls fought each
other for the controls, their shouts echoed in the wind. They drove some more
until…

“Stop, Abhora! Abhora!”

Felina pulled a lever
hard, skidding the skiff to a hovering stop. They were in front of the Frenzy
Forest. Felina stared, wide eyed at the dark trees in front of her.

“Oh no, not here,” said
Felina with a whimper. “This is where the dark princesses practice their magic
and torture their victims. Who knows how many other monsters lurk in all the
hidden places.”

“Ooh, let’s go in!” said
Abhora with excitement.

Felina gulped. “I don’t
think that’s a good ideaaahhh!” She yelled as Abhora stepped onto the gas,
shooting them inside. They maneuvered around twisted trees and dense hedges.

Suddenly, a branch
smacked Felina hard in the face, sending her tumbling out of the skiff.

“Felina!” cried Abhora,
reaching out to her as the skiff rode away.

Felina screamed as she
hit the branches and landed with a crash into a bush.

Felina groaned and slowly
picked herself up, shaking leaves from her mane of hair.

“Guess cats don’t always
land on their feet,” she muttered.

Peering through the dark
woods, she saw a crimson light ahead. She unsheathed her claws from her fingers
just in case and silently padded forward. She moved into a clearing and saw
something quite bizarre.

On a pedestal of rock sat
a uniquely shaped headpiece, its edges glowing in a red aura. The piece
resembled a cat’s head, with small red ears for the tips and black eyes set on
the inside. The item radiated power and Felina found herself inching ever
closer.

“Cool,” said Felina,
mesmerized.

Felina reached out and
touched the red headpiece…then was blinded by a flash of light and a great
force that knocked her backwards.

*“Felina,”*
said an otherworldly voice.

Visions danced across her
mind. A vision of a female warrior holding the red headpiece and turning into a
purple panther with golden armor. A group of ancient people called the Last
Ones of Aetheria, who settled on Nevernia and then vanished. Abhora briefly
seen among them, then getting sent away. The Empire fortress and a cult of
worshippers following a transparent deity called Dark Despair…

Felina could hear a chant
as she glimpsed at the feline woman figure. *“In*
the name of the Magicats…In the name of the Magicats…”

*“Felina,*
Felina…” *said the voice again.*

“Felina…Felina!” called
Abhora, as Felina opened her eyes.

“What happened?” Felina
asked.

“You fell off the skiff
after you drove it into a tree.”

Felina playfully shoved
her to the side. “No, you drove it into a tree.”

“Up for debate, let’s
go,” said Abhora.

Felina rapidly looked
around. “Wait, where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“The headpiece. It was
right here.”

Abhora raised an eyebrow.
“Did you hit your head on a rock or something?”

“No I didn’t. I know what
I saw.”

“Whatever.” Abhora looked
around. “I feel like we’re being watched. Let’s go. Now.”

Indeed, someone was
watching them from the shadows. The figure had glowing purple eyes and a short
stature. “Rebel Portions,” breathed the figure as they disappeared.