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A Bender and Her Bowels	By : Poowrite Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 15541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Bender and Her Bowels
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“Let us out of here” Aang yelled into the darkened dungeon as he gripped the cell's bars and shook them. Watching his small, wiry frame writhe as he tried fruitlessly to muscle the door loose, Katara felt more confident that he'd slip a disk than budge the thick bars.

“That's a great idea Aang,” Sokka groaned. “I'll bet if you just keep shouting, Azula and her pals will just give up and let us go.”

“I don't see you thinking of anything,” Aang challenged. “At least I'm trying.”

“Why do I always have to be the one who thinks of things? Toph, it's your turn to think of something.” The blind earthbender shook her head.

“You're the idea guy, remember. Besides,” she drove her heel into the iron floor. “I can't even see.”

“Then you, Katara. You haven't come up with any ideas. And all Aang's plan will do is give us a headache.” But Katara shook her head, as well.

“Sorry, Sokka. Toph's right. You're always been the idea guy. I'm sure you'll come up with something great.” She was intentionally playing to her brother's ego. He seemed to do his best work while inflated.

“Yeah, you're probably right,” he replied, grinning, making no attempt to argue Katara's compliment. “But that doesn't mean I have to come up with ALL the ideas.”

“Still the complainy guy, too,” Toph muttered to quietly for anyone but Katara to hear.

“Alright,” Sokka said, standing tall now that his id had been stroked. “Aang's already tried busting these bars with airbending.” He flicked the bars and a low, metallic ring filled their cell. “They took Katara's bending water and there isn't an inch of earth in sight.” He knelt in front of the lock. “But maybe if we...”

Katara lost interest in what he was saying. Sokka always would find a way to pull the group through this. He always did, so she'd leave him to his devices. She rested both hands on her abdomen and grimaced painfully. She had her own issue to deal with.

It'd been less than an hour since Azula and her two floozies had caught them off guard. Of course, she and her friends had tried to put up a fight, but their opponents had the element of surprise and had made short work of the resistance. Now, the small group of four found themselves en route to the Fire Nation, crammed uncomfortably into a tiny cell built for no more than one person.

And how accurate the word “uncomfortable” was. Aang and Sokka were shoulder to shoulder while they poured over the metal door. Toph leaned indifferently against a grimy, metal wall and the hard wooden bed Katara had been sitting on since their imprisonment was starting to hurt her back. But she didn't dare move. The extra pressure against her bottom served her in her struggle.

The room was plain and dull. A simple cube whose walls were thick metal. Metal prison cells were the norm in the Fire Nation and had been since the advent of the war. It made sense. Earthbenders couldn't bend metal. She claimed the sole bed for a chair, but doubted anyone could sleep on it. It was adorned with only a thin sheet and no pillow. A cracked mirror hung on the wall directly opposite her, and Katara grimaced at her reflection.

Even in the meager lighting, her dark skin seemed a shade or two paler. Her long, chestnut hair had come un-braided in the battle and now cascaded in wild waves down her back. Her clothes were rumpled, torn, dirty and scorched. Her blue eyes, normally so full of life, reflected desperation.

There was one other item in the room, an iron chamberpot resting in the corner near Toph, but Katara refused to acknowledge it. Every time she looked at it her sphincter relaxed with anticipation.

“What's wrong,” Toph asked in a hushed voice as she plopped next to Katara.

“N-nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?”

“I may be blind,” Toph's sightless eyes continued to stare straight ahead, into space, “but my hearing is still top-notch. I can hear a quiver every time you breathe. So what's up?”

“I... I need to go to the bathroom.” Katara's face flushed. She and Toph had grown close since their little wetting escapade, but she still had trouble talking about her bodily functions.

“So go,” Toph said easily. “They're so wrapped up in getting us outta here, I'll be they don't even notice you peeing.”

Katara;s blush deepened. “I need to do a little more than pee, Toph.”

“Oh,” the blind girl replied. “Can you hold it?”

Katara started to shake her head in response, but stopped herself. It was still a little awkward having a conversation with someone who couldn't pick up non-verbal messages. “I don't think so. And the urge won't pass.”

“Got the runs?”

Katara's face reddened further, if that were possible. “No! ... Or, it doesn't feel like it. And even if I did, I've never had trouble holding it.” It was the truth. On Kyoshi Island, the Islander's food had given her the runs. Bad. But not once did she ever have trouble holding it. “It must be my nerves getting to me.”

“Whatever it is, you should still just go.”

“But Aang and Sokka... they'll see me, hear me,” she hesitated and blushed deeper still, “...smell me.”

“Big deal,” Toph challenged. “Sokka's your brother. Even if he hasn't seen you takin' a dump, he's probably heard you and defiantly smelt you. And it's better that Aang learn girls poop by seeing you on the 'pot and not by seeing you have an accident. This isn't like last time, Katara. I won't be able to bend this away and neither will you. Besides, once we get outta this cell we're gonna need your mind focused on escaping. Not pooping.”

Katara hadn't thought of it that way, but it didn't make it any more comfortable doing what she had to do. “You're right, just try to block their view for me, okay?”

Katara stood up and the pressure on her anus instantly increased. She wasn't going to lose it, but a few minutes of standing and she probably would. Quietly, she padded over to the chamberpot and lowered her skin hugging breeches and cotton panties to her ankles. She glanced over at Aang and Sokka, who were sill absorbed by whatever they were doing, before hiking her skirt up and sitting on the warm seat.

Her hole yawned and a thick, solid log emerged. It flowed smoothly and easily from her colon, it's body stretching a full foot before breaking off up near her butt and thunking loudly into the empty container. Another mass followed it, but the second log was much wider. Her butthole was stretched to new limits as the brown monster eased it's way out.

Katara was well aware of her sexuality, and her dirty secret was a developing anal fetish. This second log was hard as rock and thicker than anything she'd ever jammed up her rectum. Her taunt anal tissues responded to the gentle, steady rub as the mass emerged. Waves of pleasure joined the flood of relief and the sensations ignited a fire in her loins. Her hands had be restrained mentally. They badly wanted to abuse her moistening pussy.

Then, an airy blast of gas pulled her back to reality.

“K-Katara! What are you doing?!” Sokka's voice carried so many emotions it was impossible to pick them all up. Embarrassed, she glanced toward the guys. They were giving her slack jawed stares. They seemed to be struggling with the information their eyes were sending their brains.

“What's the matter,” Toph this time, “never had to take a dump before?”

“Well, no. I mean, yes,” Sokka stumbled. “But I'm a guy! She's not. She's Katara, she's not supposed to do stuff like that. Besides, Aang is right here.” He indicated the young Avatar with an elaborate, overblown swoop of his arms.

“I don't mind,” Aang said grinning, his eyes never leaving a certain corner of the tiny cell.

“Just what is THAT supposed to mean, Twinkle-toes?” Toph's voice carried an edge and she gave Aang a narrow eyed stare.

“Hey, yeah. What does that mean, Aang,” Sokka this time.

“N-n-nothing! I, uh, I was just saying I understand. Everyone poops, right? Hey, Sokka, shouldn't we get back to work and give Katara some privacy?” The words spilled out of his mouth like a verbal waterfall. Reluctantly, it seemed, he turned and went back to work. Toph and Sokka decided to let the matter drop.

Katara was ashamed. Not just by her own arousal, but also by what Aang had implied. If he had meant it how it sounded, he was in for a treat. Katara felt much better, but she wasn't quite finished. The urgency was gone, but a nagging fullness persisted. She wanted to be done with this, so she gave a little push.

And was rewarded with a juicy fart. A thick but soft turd poured rapidly from between her messy cheeks this time. It crackled and popped as bursts of gas tried to escape her poop-plugged bottom. It broke off once and hit the metal bottom with a splat. She noticed Toph wrinkle her nose a little. But why not? The rancid odor of her bowels had taken over as the cell's dominant smell. Katara blushed, tried to ignore the smell and settled in for another round.

It came, but was much thinner now. A series of soft, finger wide cables rolled from her bottom now. Katara could barely feel them as they emerged. They snapped off almost as soon as they exited her body and a muffled patter announced when they joined the rest of the mess at the bottom of the pot. The last wave was brief, but she produced enough waste that a stringy blanket covered the center of two incredibly long, wide logs and one gooey one.

Satisfied that she was empty, Katara sighed in relief. Just then, a deafening creak echoed in the room and down the dark halls.

“Got it,” Aang exclaimed. “You were right, Sokka, I was able to pick the lock with airbending.”

“Of course I was right, idea guy is always right,” Sokka gloated.

Katara couldn't help but smile. Things were going to turn out okay. She had relieved herself in relative peace and now, it seemed, they were on their way to escape. That left only one unsolved problem.

“Does anyone have a spare handkerchief?”
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