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Nuder Mover	By : Ksennin Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 16903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Mako couldn’t believe after all the trouble he’d caused, Varrick was back on top. Just because he’d helped out against Kuvira—and Asami had done most of the work, building the giant robot—he’d had his crimes pardoned and been given a position in Future Industries’ Mover division. All of which was tooth-grinding, but fine, Mako could put up with it. Only now Bolin was insisting on a meeting, leading him through the studio so Mako could have his nose rubbed in Varrick’s good fortune.
“It’s incredible, Mako!” Bolin was babbling. “They’re bringing back Nuktuk: Hero of the South! It’s a total reboot!”
“Didn’t Varrick skimp out on the last one?” Mako asked patiently. “I remember that one installment where the budget ran out, so everyone just sat around and talked about what happened the week before.”
“That was a character piece!” Bolin insisted. “You clearly don’t understand screenwriting. Anyway, Varrick has a great new pitch and this is your chance to get in on the ground floor. You could have a producer credit! You could get a trailer!”
“I don’t need a trailer,” Mako protested, before seeing Varrick’s. It was bigger than his apartment. The door was bigger than his apartment.
Bolin raised his hand to knock on the door, but it flew open first, Varrick grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him inside. “Bolin! Mako! Glad you could make it! You might be the two luckiest sons of guns in Republic City!”
“I doubt that, seeing as I’m here,” Mako said, even if he felt a little bitter, walking inside a miniature mansion. He guessed it beat throwing lightning at a power plant.
“Zhu Li!” Varrick cried, marching back to his desk. “Drinks for everyone! And sushi! With the sauce!” He sat, sprawling so hard his feet launched up into the air, came down on top of some scrolls Mako hoped weren’t important. Zhu Li disappeared into—was that a wine cellar? In a trailer? “Boys, let me let you two in on a little secret. An idea that is going to make all of us rich and famous!”
“I am famous,” Mako said.
“I’m rich,” Bolin added.
“Of course you are, dummies, why else would you be here? This isn’t about living comfortably and being well-regarded by your friends and family. This is about being more wealthy, more famous! Bolin, if you wanted, could you buy fifty panda fish and an aquarium to keep them in?”
“Uh, no,” Bolin confessed. “Maybe just twenty?”
“Are you comfortable living that way? Like a pauper!” Varrick stabbed his finger up. “This is a can’t-lose proposition, boys, a totally brilliant plan that, before you ask, won’t start a war or frame anyone for a crime they didn’t commit. Ha! Don’t think you can talk yourself out of this that easy!”
“Get to the point, Varrick,” Mako demanded. “I have sushi at home.”
“I don’t,” Bolin said, “but I’m pretty sure he’d share.”
“My point? Simple. Elegant in its simplicity. Mako, Bolin, have you ever walked down the street, seen a beautiful woman, and wished you knew what she looked like without all those nasty clothes on?”
“No!” Mako said, at the same time Bolin said “well, it really depends on the legs, I have a thing for—“ He shut up, seeing Mako glaring at him.
“What. If,” Varrick began dramatically, “you could see not just a picture of a naked woman, but a naked woman. Walking around! Bringing you drinks and sushi! Whatever it is women do! But naked!” Zhu Li returned with a tray of appetizers and a tray of wineglasses. Varrick quickly drank and ate his share before returning to business. “And not only that, but women having sex!”
“You’re talking about a mover?” Mako asked. “That’s ridiculous, who would want to watch—“ He broke off, giving an embarrassed glance to Zhu Li. She stared right back at him. “Who would want to watch someone having sex instead of having sex themselves? You might as well just read about it.”
“Reading? Reading’s for suckers!” Varrick declared. “Now, let’s go a step further! Varrick isn’t about just resting on his laurels, no sir. Imagine you went to see this—Nuder Mover—“ His hands fluttered around him. “And there weren’t just random people getting naked, but famous people! So much better than ordinary people!”
“I can’t see people caring if the naked person they’re looking at is famous or not,” Mako said. “Who really cares about famous people having sex?”
“Mako, Mako!” Varrick gently chided. “The market’s changed since we brought out Nuktuk: Hero of the South. People don’t want to hassle with an unknown quantity like an original story or new characters—not when they can have something that’s just like what they’ve seen before, but bigger and better and with naked people! So, what we’re going to do is give them a story they already know—or think they know—and reveal to them how it was really full of sex and nakedness!”
“What story—“ Mako began, when his cop instincts suddenly warned him, the same way they would about a firebender about to burn his face off. “Oh no.”
Varrick sprung up like a jack-in-the-box that’d finally been wound enough times. “Not a story, a legend. The Legend of Korra!”
Bolin gasped. “I like Korra! And I have wondered what she looks like naked—“
“Bolin!”
“What? I mean, you’d know! Is it… weird?”
Mako slammed his hands on the desk. “You can’t just make a story about Korra being some kind of… of skank! She’s a hero! She’s saved Republic City, the whole world!”
“Whoa, whoa there, officer, slow down! This project is about honoring Korra, and all she’s done for the world! Sure, there’ll be one or two, tastefully done, nude scenes, just to get butts in seats, but that doesn’t mean this won’t be a respectful, faithful adaptation of the story you care so deeply about!”
Sighing, Mako sat. “Alright, why don’t you run this by me, just so I’ll know how bad the damage is?”
“That’s the spirit!” Varrick confidently sat himself down. “Bolin, you have a seat, I want your input too! If this mover takes off, I want to do a Nuktuk-slash-Korra crossover somewhere down the line! Shared universes, kiddo, that’s where the big bucks are!”
“This is really good sushi,” Bolin said, grabbing a little more.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
“Picture this!” Varrick thrust his hand out. “We’ll start with a flashback—“
“What’s a flashback?”
“Forget it! We’ll start with a flashback to the days of Aang and his faithful friends, Katara, Toph, and Sokka!”
“What about Suki?”
“Who cares about her? Now, for this whole Amon-Tarrlok story to make sense, we need to get into Yakone and all his issues!”
“Ooh, I know!” Bolin said. “What if we do flashbacks—they’re like memories, Mako, the mover jumps back to show something before and then returns to the present—“ He stopped to explain.
Mako thought back to how he had asked what a flashback was. What’s a flashback? He nodded.
Bolin continued. “What if we do flashbacks throughout the story, revealing the mystery little by little, making people wonder what’s really going on and trying to figure it out on their own?”
Varrick blew air up his mustache. “Boring! People wanna know what’s going on right away! You really think people would watch a mover serial, each week not knowing what’s going on? They’d think we didn’t know what’s going on, and were just making it up as we went! Heck, we might actually just never explain what’s going on. What’s there to stop us? But even I’m not that crazy!”
Bolin poked his fingers together. “I think never explaining what’s going on might give the story a nice ambiguity. Like, people could make up their own minds what it means. After all, it’s not the destination, really, it’s the journey…”
“Kid, this is why I paid you to talk, not think. Leave the writing to highly-paid executives, like me, who then tell the writers what to do! Now, as I was saying, we’ll go into that big trial of Yakone, how he used blood bending to try to kill everyone in Republic City, but Aang stopped him! We can leave all that to some peon screenwriter. But then, a weary Aang returns home to his wife Katara, and his good friend Toph, who is staying with them…”
“Toph, if you’re listening through a spirit vine, I am so, so sorry,” Mako muttered.
***
“Alright, Aang, even I can admit it—that was some good work with Yukone. I may just make a good bender out of you yet.”
Aang scratched at his beard, watching with interest as Toph undid her armor. She always knew when she was being watched, but he got the feeling this was one of the times she wouldn’t mind.
“You make a good bender out of him?” Katara asked, watching a little herself. “I was his teacher first.”
“Maybe you put in a little work, sugar queen, but I did all the heavy lifting. Remember the first time we fucked? You had years to teach him what to do, and he still barely knew which hole to put it in.”
“Yeah,” Aang agreed. “That thing with your butt was a total accident.”
“Slow and steady wins the race. Just because it took a while for Aang to get the hang of it—I mean bending, honey, you were always good at the other thing.” Aang smiled at Katara. “—doesn’t mean he wasn’t, hasn’t learned.”
“Care to put your coin where you mouth is, sweetness?” Toph continued right on undressing, down to her muscle-rippled skin. “It’s been a while since our last circle jerk, with Sokka and Suki off making babies. Let’s see if your prize pupil’s learned a thing or two.”
“What was wrong with the last time?” Aang demanded.
“I only came once.” With a shift of her hands, the rocky ground shook under Aang, hard enough to fling him down onto the nearest sofa.
Katara took it from there, her soft, gentle body crawling on top of Aang, her knees steadying on either side of his hips, then her sly fingers stroking and pulling his cock into her pussy. She writhed at first, moaning feebly, then began to bounce up and down. Aang thrust with her, increasing her pleasure, as Toph listened with boiling excitement.
She knew that after Katara was done with him, it would take a long while for Aang to get another hard-on. She could easily make a stone dildo to bring herself off, but she didn’t want that. She didn’t want Katara’s big mouth between her legs either.
She walked to the head of the couch, hearing Katara’s pussy eating Aang up clearer than ever. With a booming laugh, she jumped in with them, squirming over Aang’s bald head until she felt his beard stroking her pussy.
“Okay, Twinkle Toes, let’s see if your tongue’s as light as your feet. We all know you just need to flop a big one out to satisfy the princess over here, but let me know if you can actually get off someone with some class and refinement!” she said, rubbing her slit across Aang’s mouth and nose.
Katara stared at Toph’s hairy twat, her eyes wide with passion already from her lewd dance atop Aang’s manhood. Now they bulged from their sockets seeing Aang’s tongue tour Toph’s cunt.
“Suck her, Aang! Eat her cunt! Show her how good I have it when she’s not here!”
“Ha!” Toph laughed. “If it weren’t for me eating your cunt, sis, you wouldn’t know a tongue from an oven mitt!”
“Like Zuko doesn’t—oh, hell with it, Toph, your tits—“ Katara reached out for Toph’s flawless breasts, cupping them and squeezing. Toph returned the favor, pulling and twisting Katara’s nipples as easily as she would manipulate the stones whose hardness Katara’s nubs resembled.
Soon, their fondling of each other’s breasts pulled them closer together, and their lips met. They kissed furiously, both still whipping their naked asses against Aang, one on his cock, the other on his face.
Meanwhile, Aang was having some trouble breathing. He put his hands on Toph’s hips, adjusting her straddle across his face, but it didn’t help much. Still, he licked and kissed at her snatch as he thrust himself into Katara’s gyrating body. He pondered how, despite being weighed down by their squirming, twisting bodies, he was soaring.
His battle-scarred body sung, as if the pleasure of the present act were wiping all traces of pain from his taut, tingling nerves. He wanted to come, come desperately, and it took all his skills in meditation to keep from simply giving in to Katara’s demanding body, Toph’s intoxicating taste. He fought to keep his mind in the spirit world, but leave one foot in the physical, pleasuring Toph.
Aang’s breath was still short; his balls big as boulders. When Katara came down on him, he felt the smoothness of her naked ass brushed against them. He suddenly couldn’t stop thinking of how magnificent Katara’s bare ass was. The hair on his balls felt like lightning rods, struck every time Katara slammed her ass down. He clapped his hand on Katara’s hip, wordlessly informing her he was about to come.
With a sudden mischievousness, Katara pushed Toph from Aang’s head, streaming over Aang’s body to take his place as Toph landed upside-down next to the couch.
“Hey!” the chief cried, before being placated by Katara’s tongue ravishing her cunt, as strong and liquid as Katara’s most masterful water-bending. “Hey…”
Aang rolled out from under Katara, long years of marriage telling him what she wanted from him. She stood beside the couch, aiming his cock at Toph, stroking it as he thought suddenly of all the women he’d known in his life, fantastically beautiful both in body and spirit. Katara, Toph, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula, even Meng, who he’d reconnected with attending the funeral of her fortune telling master.
As it turned out, she’d accurately predicted the orgy that would ensue, something that almost ruined in for Sokka. He remembered the gap in Meng’s teeth as she’d opened her mouth to receive her load down his throat. Then he came, spilling his essence all over Toph’s face as she was distracted by Katara’s ministrations. It felt so good, he almost didn’t feel the pain in his chest.
“Ha!” Katara cried, staring at Toph’s face. Rope after rope of cum criss-crossed Toph’s visage, until it looked like she was caught in a white net. “Guess you didn’t see that coming.”
Aang fell over.
“Aang?” Katara asked worriedly.
“Forget him,” Toph said, pulling her back between her legs. “He’s dead to the world.”
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“So you’re saying Aang died having sex,” Mako said. “With two women. Right after taking away Yakone’s bending.”
“Yes!” Varrick agreed. “I’m glad you’re following along, I was worried the plot was too plotty.”
“Varrick, it’s completely ridiculous!”
“But can you prove it didn’t happen?”
“Yes! Aang was forty during Yakone’s trial, he didn’t die until he was sixty-six!”
“Details!” Varrick fiddled with his mustache. “You have to omit a few things when you’re adapting such a rich, eventual narrative into a short, compressed mover!”
“That doesn’t explain getting things wrong. Since when are Katara and Toph lesbians?”
“Bisexual.”
“I’ve read all the scrolls about Avatar Aang and I don’t remember anything in there about them wanting to have sex with each other.”
“Oh, lay off!” Varrick argued. “Don’t our gay friends deserve representation?”
“So you’ll be having Aang and Zuko having sex?”
“Don’t our gay friends who are hot ladies deserve representation?”
Mako shook his head. “You’re insane.”
“Okay, okay, we don’t have to have Toph in there. It can just be Katara and Aang.”
“At age sixty-six?”
“We’ll massage it a little, you know? It’s not like anyone cared that Bolin wasn’t really in the Water Tribe.”
“Wasn’t in the what now?” Bolin asked, returning from the bathroom. The sushi had gone right through him.
“I was just telling Mako about where our story’s headed next! Now that Korra’s been born, she grows up guarded by the White Lotus. Maybe we’ll tease the Red Lotus to test the waters for a sequel.”
“Who wants to see one mover advertised during a different mover?” Mako asked.
“Yeah, maybe you should do that before the mover starts, so people don’t get taken out of the story,” Bolin suggested.
Varrick rolled his eyes. “Oh, you’re just a wellspring of good advice, aren’t you? Korra grows up! She goes to Republic City! She runs afoul of Chief Beifong, who captures her—and decides on her punishment.”
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