Help Me Find Myself

Razz

"Man, I really need a drink," Catra sighed to herself as she ran her claws down her face.

Catra peeked behind her in search of the stewardess that had been serving her for the duration of the flight. The cabin was small, small enough that Catra was surprised when she could not see the woman anywhere around.

"Guess I'll just help myself."

Catra didn't hesitate to hoist herself out of her seat and make her way to the little curtain that separated her from the small section of snacks and drinks. She snuck a quick glance through the curtain, making sure no one was behind it, before snagging it all the way open and walking through the small threshold. Catra quickly looks around, scanning the small shelves of drinks and snacks for any form of alcohol.

"Dammit," Catra growled as she shuffled through the many rows of cokes and red bulls, "Don't they keep any damn alcohol in here?"

"You won't find any on this plane," A voice sounded behind her.

Catra's tail puffed out as she jumped and spun around to come face to face with the stewardess. The woman gave her a disappointed glance and shook her head before reaching into the mini-fridge next to her, pulling out a water bottle.

"Ms. Weaver had us remove any alcohol from the plane before you boarded and gave us strict instructions to confiscate any that you may have snuck on board," The stewardess informed her as she placed the bottle in her hand and gave her a questioning look.

Catra rolled her eyes before letting a sensual smirk cross her features and leaning back against the small cabinet behind her.

"If I had any on me I wouldn't be back here looking for some," Catra purred before moving her hands to lift open the flaps of her jacket, "But you could always search me if you think I'm lying."

The stewardess gave her a bored look, eyeing her up and down before bowing her head, a small laugh bubbled from her lips and raised her left hand to show off a brilliant diamond ring.

"I'm a taken woman, Ms. Santos. Your charms, nor your sexual prowess that many know about, will be enough for me to sleep with you. Now, I'd like to advise you to return to your seat since we will be landing in Etheria at any moment. Please make sure to fasten your seatbelt."

Without another word, Catra was pushed out of the small room and the curtain was forcefully drawn shut behind. Catra slowly walked back to her seat and plopped herself down into it, shock still tingling in her body. She wasn't one to be turned down by anyone . All it usually ever took was one look, a cocky smirk and she had the next woman in her bed in less than an hour.

Catra groaned and sunk even lower in her seat.

"Etheria is going to be the death of me. I can already see it."
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Catra had not missed Etheria for one second since she had left for LA.

After stepping off the plane Catra was instantly surrounded by fields and cows and bugs. Sure, LA had its bugs, but Etheria was home to more of them than Catra was comfortable with, thanks to its vast wildlife. She wished Ms. Weaver would have packed a bottle of bug spray — or two — for her as she smacked a few mosquitoes off her fur.

Thankfully, a small car was waiting for her on the tarmac and Catra wasted no time in throwing her bag to the driver and hauling her ass into the backseat. Within moments they were driving away from the sorry excuse for an airport and onto a small country road. Catra checked her phone despite her internal struggle to ignore it and found more headlines screaming her name along with a slew of messages from a few of her favorite flings and some friends.