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Katara the Goddess	By : TheLustofmylife Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing in Avatar the Last Air Bender or any of the characters. I am not making any money off of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Goddess meets the Avatar
- 2-Kyoshi Island
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- 2
Note: This fiction is not meant to be taken seriously. There is a general theme of incompetent men/powerful women. This is just a fetish nothing more. I would ideally like to continue the story and make one for each episode in the show. However that depends on my free time as well as my inspiration, but who knows?!
Warning: Very perverted story ahead do not read if easily offended. Otherwise enjoy!
            Katara and her brother Sokka were riding in a wooden boat trying to find a meal. Katara the little sister of Sokka and only water bender of the Southern Water Tribe was the most beautiful women in the tribe and the entire world. She was a young teen of 14 years old and the body of a goddess. She was the perfect woman with the ability to seduce any man she wanted. Her skin was always a perfectly smooth brown with perfect shining hair tided up into a bun and ponytail. Her boobs were noticeably bigger then a normal teen girl’s should be. Her ass was without a doubt her prize position. It was massive and bouncy, the perfect bubble butt.
Katara’s ass seemed supernatural in its ability to move and bounce, some times it stood still in her blue tight pants other times it would bounce with every hip sway. It seemed to respond in anyway Katara intended it to move.
Sokka was a toned young boy of 15 just relaxing on the other end of the boat opposite to his sister. Katara’s attention was busy on locating the fish down below. They brought a basket for the fishes to be returned to the village. “I’m board Katara; crash some icebergs together like you promised.” Sokka whined like a child waiting for fireworks. He hated working and just wanted to be entertained or satisfy his 12- inch cock all day long.
“Hold on Sokka, I just got to get some more for everyone at the village then we can play destroy the icebergs.” Katara’s attention still focused on the fish below. She used her waterbending expertly to catch three fish from the deep and placed them with the rest of the group and quickly lifted and closed the lid.
“Why don’t you just hang that fat-ass of yours over the side of the boat and twerk it a little then tons of fish will come out all at once trying to jump into your heavenly ass crack.” Sokka said in a mocking tone.
Katara knew she was beautiful in a supernatural kind of way that made other women pale in comparison. She did not just make practically every man desire her but animals of all species seem to desire her as well. She remembers fondly all the times she observed such lewdness. Penguins and sea lions alike have surrounded her and raped her brutally many times; or she even caused them to rape their females due to her being out of reach. She could have easily escaped all those times, but felt responsible for all the hard-ons the males had due to her being such a sexy women; and thus sucked and fucked all of them to satisfaction. So naturally, she wondered if it could work on fish too.
“All right sweetie, I’ll try it your way.” Knowing Sokka’s legendary laziness would cause him to whine more so she tried out his little experiment. She turned around to one side of the boat and slowly pulled down her animal fur blue pants. What was reveled under those pants was nature’s magnum opus of brown womanly flesh. Her ass was a true wonder of the world massive and perfect for her body. She wore a blue thong that hung on her fertile hips and disappeared into her bootylicious butt-cheeks. She squatted like a whore knees push to each side as her ass hung out over the water. She started to twerk her ass slowly. It jiggled like the waves of the sea.
Sokka’s mind was starting to light on fire; he rubbed his dick through his pants. Even with all the countless times he has fucked his baby sister throughout her life. He has never once gotten bored of her and most likely never will. Having sex with her always feels like having sex for the first time, which causes the nervous system to feel truly exhilarating.
A commotion started to occur near the water beside the boat. She started to twerk faster while providing soft moans of pleasure to her actions. The water was becoming alive with fish jumping around the boat trying to get a vision of her bouncing ass. Fish started jumping into boat flopping around risking death just to get close to it. “Be careful you stupid bitch, if you twerk too hard the universe itself might break and grow a cock just to fuck you! HAHAHA!” Sokka laughed to himself. However neither Katara nor Sokka thought the scenario was impossible as neither new the true extent of her beauty’s power. Katara savored the desperation of the fish all trying to leap from the water into her godly ass-cheeks. If they were to die at least they would die between her mounds of flesh where heaven, enlightenment, and the meaning of life secretly hid.
Just then SLAPPPP, one lucky fish manage to do it, it mange to lunge itself deep into Katara’s ass “Oh my, do we have a winner?” She said in a soft loving tone. “Great job little fish now hears your reward.” Sokka said as he ran over to her. He pulled his brown 12-inch long dick out and started to masturbate, uncaring for the dying fish around him. The fish was stuck in her butt long ways with its head sticking out near the bottom of her spine. He wiggled a little enjoying every inch of her. Sokka grabbed the fish and moved it up and down her ass like a dick getting an ass-job. If a fish could experience what heaven feels like this is it, or so the fish thought. Sokka took the fish and pulled her thong to the side.
“Here you go fish! Eat out her cunt!” He rammed it into her pussy. “GOODNESS! Sokka you are fucking your own sister with a fish! You’re such a naughty brother. Teehee.” Her voice both painting yet soft and motherly. “You think I’m dirty, you’re worshipped as a goddess in our tribe yet any sane person would say a whore like you is a disgrace to the name, you divine whore, and that’s why I love you. You try to act all noble and lady like but you’re a whore who the universe made just to jack off too.”
“Sokka please, the elders know I am a living goddess with a cosmic destiny. But still, no matter what I am, it is my duty and the duty of all women to sexually please and take care of men.” Even though Katara did consider herself to be omnisexual with an attraction to all things even animals and objects, on top of having a general compassion for all things, but she loved men more than any other. She felt it was hers and womankind’s entire job to look after and protect men because to her men were similar that of children. It was not hard to see why she thought this way, as men have always lost themselves to her beauty and became obsessed by it. It was her compassion and androphilia that caused her to hate the long war with the Fire Nation; causing so many young men to die instead of leading a life of pleasure and happiness safely guarded by the fairer sex. She hoped to end the war but for now she had a fish up her sex to take care of.
Sokka fucked her good with the living dildo. He was drunk with lust which was a state of mind he was use to, being the brother of a walking goddess of insatiable desire. The fishes scales started to hurt the inside of her perfect pussy. She groaned with a mix of pain and pleasure but pushed through it, as she was happy her brother and the fish were getting off to her.
In a final act of depravity all three climaxed together. Sokka’s thick brown cock came spurt after spurt empting his big balls that shacked inside his long skinned scrotum with a few strains of hair attached to it. His thick cum layered her ass with a cup of sperm analogous to splattering the Mona Lisa with white paint. Katara came as well drowning the fish in her holy girl spunk. The fish itself let out its own white sperm no longer used to fertilized eggs but instead became an unworthy offering to the Universe’s Daughter, but still gladly accepted and eaten up by her pussy; for no male of any species is worthy of her yet at the same time she exist for all men’s satisfaction. The most disgusting and useless of men are usually her favorite. The water began to vibrate from her orgasm as her powers over water made itself known with the surrounding water slightly moving in strange vibrational waves.
Sokka took out the fish with its body going limp as its sperm spurted out from the sides of her love onto Sokka’s hand. “I think the fish is dead, it may have died from lack of water or more likely pleasure made its little brain explode, ha!”
“He was a great lover, and in those few seconds his life was more meaningful then the life of most people.” Katara said. This may sound like an arrogant and egotistical statement, but if the atoms, stars, fundamental forces, 4 elements, and the rest of the cosmos could speak with a voice, they would agree with her. “Hey if you’re such a compassionate goddess or whatever why don’t you let it stay in your snatch all day, that would be so hot to know you have a dead fish up there.” Sokka said with a dumb grin on his face.
“Sokka, I am held as a holy goddess by our people, even though I love sex, that is pushing it too far.” She said with a disciplined voice. Before she could continue Sokka casually backhanded the bitch without a care for her own wellbeing. She fell to his blow and landed on the side of the boat. “You sacred cow! I want you to do this for me. I know you only reject it so that I will get angry and hit you. You love being hit skank, it makes you wet. To the Southern Water Tribe you may be a goddess but to me you are a cum rag, that it!” Sokka yelled furiously.
Katara turned around with no bruise whatsoever on her face but instead met Sokka’s eyes with a soft smile and a one eye blink. Sokka just rolled his eyes at his depraved sister. This was one of the reasons why she loved Sokka so much. On top of his high sex drive, lewd behavior, child like laziness, beautiful body, big dick, nice big greasy balls, and monopoly on sibling incest since she had no other brothers or sisters. He always treated her like a women and not a distant goddess who is beyond reproach and gave her a proper slap or beating every now and then.
The divine teen took the fish and shamelessly stuck it up her brown box again. She loved the slimy feeling it gave her. The tail fin alone was still visible as she pulled her pants up and straightened her thong. They both finally noticed the water vibrating from the shock f her orgasm. As glowing water began to show and a giant ball of light surfaced. The resulting shockwave brought up a wave that destroyed the boat and stranded them on a near by iceberg. Katara saved the basket of fish not allowing her work to go to waste. In the iceberg was a giant bison like creature and a young bald boy with glowing eyes. Sokka hid behind his sister like a coward fearful it was some type of monster while Katara stood up strong and fearless. She quickly realized it was no monster, but a person.
Katara looked at the boy in awe and ran over to him. If someone were in need of help especially a young boy she would brave the danger. “Katara, what are you doing.”
“Saving him!”
She used her great waterbending powers to crack the iceberg and with it a great light pierced the sky. When the light ceased, a boy appeared out from the broken sphere. The boy walked and fell down the ice but Katara caught him. The boy slowly awoke and saw her face. What he saw was the perfect image of beauty, a dream come true. Katara smiled back at him with the most gentle of smiles and a perfect face framed by a fur coat.
            “I need to ask you something…”
            “What?”
            “Come closer…”
            “What is it?”
            “CAN I SUCK YOUR TITS MMMMMM!”
            “Uh…sure I guess.” She was completely taken back by the surprising statement and was dumbfounded believing the boy should be dead from the cold. She noticed that the boy was pitching a pretty big tent in his pants. “Oh my. Did I do that, well as a responsible women I need to take care of it.” She was still unsure as to who he was or why he was alive. But she never needed to know someone to fuck them.
            She undid her coat and lifted up her white cloth bra to revel a large brown tit with a dark brown areola. Aang’s eyes went wide at the fat boob before him. It was the most perfect tittie he has ever seen. Even though it was only one boob that stuck out it was like looking into one of God’s eyes. His brain lost its higher functions and he reverted back to being fetal. He sucked hard on her brown udder like his was a horny little baby. When the white milk hit his tongue Aang’s eyes glowed blue. With in that experience he felt the infinite love of a mother pour over him; a mother like no other, a mother that wanted him to live a life with a constant hard-on and to fuck everything around him. He felt one with the all four elements and the universe as a whole. He saw snap shots of the big bang and the formation of stars and planets. It was as if the cosmos was telling him that of all the great philosophies of the world, which he learned, and the moral thinking of the monks that he grew up with was all just muck and the truly enlightened life is one lived through his genitals; a life of hedonistic pleasure protected by a loving mother.
Katara’s eyes also glowed with a white color. As she saw a future of peace and tranquility with her at the top of all society worshipped as the meaning of life and mother to all with the world wrapped in an endless orgy of pleasure with women ruling and men living as beloved child like creatures but still given opportunities to grow.
            Aang’s dick was the hardest it had ever been in all his life to the point where it was painful and pleasurable. He kicked his pants off with a gust of wind and exposed his 15-inch white throbbing dick. Katara’s vision snapped back to reality once his cock was exposed. She looked in awe at this god put out before her. She shed a single tear from her eyes in pure happiness at its beauty. Even if she was a goddess the Daughter of the Universe as the elders prophesied. That was nothing in her mind to this dick. She realized how much a slave to the male gender she was in that moment and loved every moment of it. If she was the thing, which gave all life meaning she did not care as to her, the true meaning of her life was found in men’s crotches or more specifically their balls.
            “I have never seen something so beautiful in all my life.” Katara spoke. She stretched her hand out and pumped it good as Aang continued to suck. Aang’s eyes went back to normal and in no time released his cum in a jet of white spunk that filled the air for a good minute with a liter of cum coming out of his grapefruit sized nuts rapped in pristine white scrotum flesh.
            Aang felt exhausted by the act and finally got up to talk to these strangers. “Wow that was the greatest thing ever, I’ve never came so hard in all my life, I think I saw the meaning of life or something.” Aang said, with his lower half still exposed. Aang stopped in horror at what he had just said and done; he felt mortified by it. He quickly tried to cover himself up in shame, and swiftly got his pants back on. Embarrassed by what had happened.
“Its ok little guy no need to be embarrassed we already saw everything besides what you have in your pants is… divine.” Katara said trying to calm the boy.
            “Katara! I think you just had epiphany sex. Both your eyes glowed and stuff. What the hell is going on and why am I being left out!!!?” Sokka said with a confused look and angry face.
Katara: “Its all right Sokka everything is all right, I think I had a vision. I need to talk to Gran Gran about it. Oh! By the way who are you?”
Aang: “I’m Aang please to meet you pretty lady.” He said in a shy tone of voice.
Katara: “My aren’t you a gentleman.”
            Katara got a better look at Aang and noticed how cute he was, so soft and feminine for a boy. He even had wider hips then normal boys should and even with a baldhead he still looked kind of androgynous.
Katara: “How old are you little Aang?”
“I’m 12.”
Katara’s eyes lit up in excitement. She was completely taken by this boy. His white soft skin, young features, girly face, big eyes, all shouted to her rape me. And he seemed so young and innocent too. She loved him already, and now all she wanted to do was molest him none stop. She wanted to train him as her lover and divinely corrupt him beyond recognition. By the time she was done with him he would be little more then a walking cock, whose existence consisted of one orgasm after another. She decided right then and their she would have this boy and protect him from all harm just like she vowed to do with her brother. They all explained who they were and got on Aang’s flying bison Appa. They headed to the Southern Water Tribe to allow this boy to heal and rest.
Katara explained how the Southern Water Tribe works and how the war with the Fire Nation has made all the men leave to fight for her and the tribe. She also explained how she was worshipped as a goddess in the tribe and how she is believed to be perfection incarnate. Aang remember the vision and thought maybe she was divine, how else could he have seen that. The Northern Water Tribe was cut off from their southern cousins due to the war as well as the new libertine religion that worshiped the coming of an unknown goddess for 100 long years. Which has, in the mind of the North, corrupted the south into sex-crazed maniacs.
What Aang would come to see would be a wealth of perplexing and harmonious depravity.
The Southern Water Tribe was village incased in a wall of ice about 30 feet high. Upon going trough an ice gate Aang was met with a full view of his new companion’s home. Inside was a village that bustled with activity. Buildings no higher then two stories could be found; all of whom were made of ice and with seal skinned tents spread throughout. He saw women everywhere he looked of all sizes. Some were regular sized women and others Amazonian like; standing as tall as any man with beautiful brown muscles but still keeping relatively feminine faces. Children played freely in the streets. All of them were of the same skin tone and as his new friends. And all of them gave Katara a nod or whisper of her praise for her return home.
However, to Aang’s shock and disgust he saw depravity of various sorts. He saw women giving boys blowjobs in the open. Women kissing other women as two boys fucked their asses from behind. He saw a crowd form nearby as he walked, sticking close to his friends out of fear, two adult women were boxing each other as other women and kids cheered them on. Aang also saw two little girls doing something similar as he over heard them.
“Fuck you bitch I will take care of him!”
“Die skank! He is my boyfriend now!”
A little fat boy stood off to the side as he seriously jacked off his dick to the violence before him.
“Oh, Goddess! Seeing two sisters fight over me is the best. Who ever wins I will cum and piss in their mouth.”
Both sisters continued to box each as hard as they could their blows clearly making sounds. They seemed to be quite good at fighting for being so young.
Aang look backed at Katara with a worried looked on his face. She met his gaze and gave him a soft smile with closed eyes that said to him “Everything is all right.”
Aang came upon an old hag with no clothes expect some shoes. She had brown skin like the others and looked like a skeleton with old wrinkled skin caked over it. She had a small potbelly and grey hair wrapped up in a bun. This ugly old hag was currently molesting a little 8 year old girl whom she was grinding her grey hairy pussy all over the child’s face. Her pussy was a jungle of unkempt grey hair. She had wildly long armpit hair as well; with a flat deflated boney ass with long strings of ass-hair sticking out. Her sagging boobs looked life two deflated balloons. The old woman was happy as can be. Lost in ecstasy and her grin showing her missing teeth.
“Eat me out harder you little bitch my old used up cunt wants to feel your little mouth!” The little girl had a big belly clearly swollen with a child. The old women would hit and slap the little girl, every know and then, to show dominance and teach the girl her place. The little girl started to cry.
“You little prostitute if you can’t take me hitting you then you won’t live up to the duty the Goddess has given us as women! TO BE MEN’S FUCK OBJECTS!” Katara’s eyes light up with excitement at the child-abuse; seeing a little girl be given her proper education was something she loved seeing. “Sokka, Katara so good to see you back and with food and a…white boy.” The old women said as soon as an orgasm came upon her and she bucked her old hips right into the girls face and sprayed her with a stream of old hag jizz. “That’s right child-whore take my granny spunk in your little mouth or I’ll kill you and that baby!” The girl opened her mouth and drank all of it but some did splatter in her eyes. The mother of the child looked on in delight at how much she was learning.
            Aang gulped in fear at the pronouncement of murder. “Don’t worry Aang she just says that to motivate them. I don’t allow killing for pleasure without my consent and my word is law.” Katara assured Aang with a pat on the back.
“Gran Gran! Glad to see you always teaching the young.” Katara shouted with glee. She ran into her grandmother’s arms in a loving embrace. “I do it all for you my Goddess. Sexually abusing kids and teaching them your ways has given life to these old bones. I have never been happier then I am in your service.” Gran Gran smiled. Both women young and old kissed each other as if they were long time lovers. The too swapped saliva like they were dying of thirst. Katara closed her eyes and enjoyed the incestuous kiss and the wrinkled flesh of her lips. The old women’s eyes were starting to go back into her head, kissing her mistress with absolute devotion. Slobber ran down both their chins, Gran Gran felt her bones shake in joy at the holy saliva she had become addicted to.
Even though, Katara loved women and found many attractive because she was omnisexual. Katara felt she owed nothing to women as a group unlike with men whom she lived to love and serve. She gave sex to women only if she felt they deserved it, caught her fancy, or her brother asked her to lez-out with someone in particular. The goddess loved the woman who helped raze her and as high priestess of her fledgling cult she was precious in her eyes. The kiss eventually stopped with a sickening pop from both of their mouths.
“Aang look around, like my handy work.” Sokka elbowed Aang in the shoulder. Aang looked closely at the women around the village, most or maybe all had baby bumps. Even the youngest of girls had massive tummies. “Are all these babies yours Sokka?” Aang wondered.
“Yep! I fucked all of them being the Goddess’s brother has its perks. So I can impregnate them all as much as I want. But I won’t help raise the little bastards that’s too much work. If they were to depend on me they would surely die.” Sokka prided himself on his laziness, as all true work was women’s work. Gran Gran smiled lovingly at her grandson’s statement of child neglect. She imagined him masturbating his big dick as one of his baby girls withered and died from neglect; she truly was an insane whore, but her mistress has forbidden taking pleasure from the act of murder or irresponsibility on a women’s part as Katara despised unwarranted death and unnecessary cruelty. But if such a scenario where to occur Sokka would be blameless and more baby girls could always be made. “Sokka you are the model of a perfect man.” His grandmother adored.
“This is crazy you, people are crazy!” Aang shouted.
“Aang it’s going to be alright we just have a different religion then the rest of the world. Let us explain to you how things work around here and why our why of life is the future.” Katara said with reassurance to the cute little boy.
“Yes, Avatar for what you witness here is the truth of life. Oh. By the way I am Kanna high priestess of Katara’s religion, but you can call me Gran Gran or anything else that makes you happy.” She said with a stoic face.
Aang: “How did you kno…?”
Gran Gran: “I have been gifted by the spirits and the universe with the eyes to see the truth in all situations so that I may protect and advise the slutty Messiah. With these eyes I can see a limited version of the web of cause and effects that make up the world and thus guide Her flock into the future. Come young avatar for your coming has been foretold, but for know I shall tell you of us.”
            They started to walk through the village as the old perverted sage continued.
“You see shortly after the war started our seers received powerful visions. Visions of a coming deity that would save the world and help the avatar bring peace back to all. However, as the visions started to become more clear they saw the universe itself had birthed a daughter who would one day come to us and save the world from all evils. She would be the very reason the universe and mankind will continue to exist and be the rightful ruler of the world bringing progress, peace and love to all. The avatar would become her guide and lover. At the time we did not know who this goddess was or what she would teach us, but our sages orgasmed after every vision. So I guess we should have seen our new way of life… cumming.”
All three youngsters walking with the old women gave a blank face at her use of a pun.
“Really nothing…a-n-y-w-a-y…our society had started to become more licentious slowly over time, but nothing to the degree we are now. Our behavior started to get us on the bad side of our northern cousins who are so pompous and prudish. When the war went into full swing we were cut of from them entirely. The war ravaged our people and fractured us making us a shell of our former selves.” Gran Gran held a hand over her mouth remembering the strife of her people.
“But all was not lost, with the birth of Katara we knew the Goddess had been born. White light surrounded that beautiful little girl; she was perfection if there ever was one. Katara’s effect over people became clear the moment she was born. She caused her mother to orgasm herself the whole time she was being conceived. All the men in the village were drawn to her and all of them came on her little whore body. Since Katara has guided and taught our people we are slowly recovering, more small tribes of the south continue to reunite under us we are 300 strong and growing. All women and children of course as the men left to fight for us all. They left however not knowing the true teachings of our goddess as she was too young when they left.”
            Katara looked sad at the last statement, as she hated the idea of men and her own father even, dying for her sake. How she missed her dad’s raging fuck stick.
“I impressed with your willingness to survive but why are all of you so obsessed with sex isn’t that wrong and unethical?” Aang asked.
“UNETHICAL?! HA! Nothing the universe does is unethical and beside there is no other way to live then to live through our genitals. We are animals, fucking is our life all other pursuits are just ways to blind us to this truth. Mankind’s morality makes him a prude who wallows his days away in turmoil seeking power for power’s sake. If he were to see that pleasure and pain is the only good and bad he would not be so confused. Fucking your self to nirvana is the only true path to endless pleasure. And now that the world is graced by Her majesty it cannot help but follow her sooner or later.
BY THE GODDESS’S CUNT! So much talk of philosophy and theology has got my brain to light on fire. I need some release.” The hag grabbed a near by girl a little brown child with beautiful blue eyes no older then 6, playing with some others. The old crown grabbed her and gave her a good smack across the face and pushed the surprised child near her ass as she spread her aged butt cheeks. She was cute a little girl with a big belly showing Sokka’s mark. “Eat my asshole you abused cunt and suck on my ass hairs!”
Aang got a better view of the granny’s ass and saw it was old and cracked. Long strands of uncut ass hair hanged out for all to see. The hair crowned a large donut sized asshole that look loose and well fucked. “Yes granny, I exist to serve you and mistress Katara, please don’t hit me granny.” The little girl slurped and sucked with wet sounds giving the whole crack a tongue bath and toke as much hair into her mouth as she could. The little one attached herself to the matriarch like a leech sucking blood as they continued to walk like it was the most natural thing in the world. Aang was surprisingly not completely disgusted by what he saw but instead his dick started to get hard and his stomach tighten with pleasure and nervousness. Both the words and acts of the old child molester sprang a truth in his groin that he was still unsure about.
            Aang got embarrassed by his growing manhood but Katara stopped him from covering it up. “Aang please, don’t be shy we don’t judge like the world does. Walking around with a boner is natural and a beautiful thing to behold on a man please were it openly with pride.” Katara begged him.
            “Do you see young boy? Your body knows the truth of what I speak. That is why it responds with pride upon hearing it.” Gran Gran continued to walk with the group and talked some more, heading toward the mini ice palace that was Katara’s home, the village center, and its most sacred temple.
            “You guys talked about men not having to work and women taking care of them. How is that society suppose to work and won’t the women be angry at all the lazy horny men? And how can you treat kids so cruelly?” Aang objected while still having a growing boner.
            “Normally yes. This way of life would not work. But ever since Katara was born our bodies and minds have slowly changed with her presence. All of us have our sex-drives expanded to massive proportions. Our bodies have become more durable and strong especially the women who must do all of the work. Even and old bag like me can shake off the cold off like nothing, as you can see, and I am as strong as an average man even if I don’t look it. Also our women are starting to show a variation in size from normal to Amazonian sizes some with beautiful muscle builds. When women are young they need discipline to know their place as both work mule and fuck object. Overtime they come to love their place as those responsible for society and men as a whole. Our phycology and happiness is found in this new role that the Goddess’s power has turned us into.”
“Wait do you have body morphing powers or something?” Aang asked in excitement.
“Not… exactly? My presence has an affect on people that cause them to be sexual as well as happier in general…to varying degrees…it doesn’t work on everyone the same way. My body also has strange effects on the world. I am so sexy that doing overtly sexual thing or, to some degree, mundane things can cause miracles to happen around me. Like if I shake my ass a certain way animals are summoned to me under my command. Or for instance my farts have been know to cure diseases as well as leave people in pleasure comas that cause them to wake up later knowing what to do with their lives. Again, I don’t know all the affects and their not always consistent, granny has a theory as to how this works.” Katara explained with a coy blush.
            “Yes my love. We believe that Katara has a type of power that is best described as Meta Luck. This power is the ability to cause the luck of the universe to revolve around her. She is the Universe’s Daughter after all, so the universe loves her and exists to make her happy. This means that Katara’s goals will force probability itself to make them happen overtime following a series of events. Depending on the desire it will take a short time or a long time, but I suspect the more she learns to master her power the more control she will have. When Katara does sexy things, depending on the action and her intention, the world around us seems to respond as if it jacking off to her beauty and obsessively gives her what she needs.”
The group made it to the temple; it was the center of the fort like little village home to 300 people. It was the largest structure in town but that wasn’t saying much. It was made of ice that looked iceberg blue and glowed with a strange energy. Its architecture was like an icy version of the Kinkaku-ji in our world. Women could be seen praying on the grounds of the house. Some women were praying as their little boys fucked them from behind. Sokka grew wild and ran toward one women praying by herself, near the entrance, on her knees and her hands clasped together. He immediately pushed her over and lifted her dress. He started to fuck her up her ass and groaned like an animal without a care in the world. The women in no way stopped her prayer or acknowledged Sokka’s presence. She continued even when her face as pushed into the ground. The group left him to do as he pleased.
The three entered the beautiful temple; inside it was furnished with fine animal coats and beautiful icy sculptures. It was as about as rich as this village could afford so gold or expensive jewelry was not common. Katara was fine with that, as she would sell any truly expensive object to help the village out as she cared infinitely more for her people’s wellbeing over material possessions.
They relaxed inside with the poor abused girl still joined to that crusty old shitter and Aang asked, “So what about the men, like you were saying? I know you don’t want them to work and stuff so what do they do all day.”
Gran Gran continued her lecture on their little religion. “Right, women’s purpose is to work and man’s purpose is to love and play. It is our job as women to take care of men and satisfy their needs and sexual urges. You boys should not concern yourself with hard or important matters outside of stroking and fucking your cocks off. The life of a man is, from the cradle to the grave, meant to exist in a delirium of endless hedonistic pleasure with their balls producing cum and their hard dicks shooting that cum everywhere they go. Men are like children, precious and adorable, and so to protect them women must have authority over them. We are a matriarchy after all. We do discipline our men when we have to, but we only do so for their benefit; like children they do not always know what is good for them and a spanking is a good way to end out of line behavior. But we never really beat them in the same way we do women or little girls as they need a more strict up bringing and sometimes it is just fun to beat a bitch, hahaha.” The old witch cackled. Katara also gave and innocent giggle, with her eyes closed and her hand put cutely to her mouth, at the thought of both giving and receiving beatings.
“So you guys like to get hurt!?” Aang said in shock.
“Not necessarily, it is just pain can be a path to pleasure as well. And our transformed female bodies do take pleasure in some competition for male cock. Beatings and honor fights is just that new instinct expressing itself. We peculiarly like it when men beat us even though they are now weaker then use; it is so hot and cute for a man to show us his love like that. But a step to far and they will get a spanking for it. But it’s hard for them to do any real damage so there is little to worry about.” Katara said.
“So what can and can’t men do?”
“Well, men can do practically anything they want as long is it does not defy the divine commands of the Goddess and put themselves or the general community in harms way. It is up for women to teach their sons what is permitted and what is generally not. If a man wants to be anything other then a walking cock… well…its not that men wanting to help around isn’t allowed its just not need or expected.”
Aang’s dick was starting to throb hard in his pants it wanted out it need freedom. Aang could not deny that something mystical is happening here and in his heart he did not want the responsibility of being the avatar and if this goddess could save him from living the life of prudish devotion that he despised so much, then he would take it.
He ran into Katara’s arms like a baby finding its mother; his head lying in her warm bosom. “This is all so much, but I feel so alive! I want this, I want to be a lazy bastard and just have sex all day long! And be a little baby with no worries!”
“There there my little one, from now on I will look after you personally as my child. You have the honor of being my boyfriend and I your girlfriend and mother. When the spirits crafted you, it did so for the purpose of making me attracted to you Aang; for you’re an absolute beauty of a boy to me, soft and child like, short and sweet, slightly bigger then normal butt and hips. If I dressed you up like a girl with make up and feminine clothes, your femboy good looks would drive me to new heights of carnal insanity. She kissed and licked his scalp like a lioness bathing her cubs.
Aang broke from her embrace and tugged his pants down revealing a 15-inch long and 3-inch thick white cock completely unbecoming for a 12-year-old boy with perfectly clean grapefruit sized nuts. He swung it around like a sword without a care and wore it like a badge of honor for being born a male. He giggled like a newborn baby happy to be alive. He looked at the ancient women and exclaimed.
“Do you see what your philosophy has done to me you disgusting old cow!? You have completely corrupted me you dried up pile of bones. Me, the avatar, the guardian of both worlds am now nothing more then a cock with legs. From now on, I will just think with my dick and balls all day long, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS NOW! Fuck good and evil! Fuck responsibility! If something causes my dick to discharge then it is good. If something does not cause it to discharge then its bad. That’s my whole philosophy; that’s the only way I am going to live my life!”
With his pants completely off, he wore nothing but his red boots that went up just under his knees and the top half of his clothes. The once shy and caring boy who would not hurt a fly went behind Gran Gran and kicked the little girl worshiping her asshole right in the face moving her over to the side.
            Aang pushed the Goddess’s grandmother onto her knees and spread her old wrinkled ass cheeks apart revealing the jungle of wet hair and a well-abused light brown pucker the size of a donut. “Fucking beautiful!” He plunged his 15-inch dick into her asshole without caring how much it was going to hurt her. He was immediately in a world of ecstasy his head flung back in pleasure and moaned. His cute ass flexed in rhythmic motion. The old child beater, moaned in both pleasure and pain.
            Her asshole felt so slippery and slimy. The rectum sucked and massaged his dick expertly. “It feels like your shit maker is giving me a blowjob somehow. What a blessed ass.” Aang was getting drunk on these new and unknown sensations.
            His head was hot and the pace if his breathing increased. Gran Gran was still on her knees and hands with her knees spread fart apart. Aang went one step further in his lewdness and climbed on top of the old bitch’s back placing one foot on her right thigh and the other on the other thigh. He was small enough to lift himself off the ground. His knees were bent and hands gripped around the old women’s waist for support. He could have used air bending to take some weight off of her, “But fuck her!” He thought, he wanted her to feel his full weight; beside concentration of air bending would be too much work. In this position he looked like a small monkey pounding the old ones ass into oblivion. His balls swung like a giant pendulum rocking back and forth in the air slapping his butt and the granny’s. The sheer freedom of having his balls swing around with no level of shame was a feeling so transcendent he felt one of his charkas open free to flow without fear, anxiety, and stress no longer blocking it. It was like a mini orgasm at the base of his spine that connected to his dick. Aang decided to continue on describing his new outlook on life, shouting loudly with prideful lust filled anger between animalistic grunts.
            “Don’t think I am going to do any fucking work from here on out! From now on, I am going to be the laziest motherfucker imaginable. A complete sloth and coward! I someone’s life is in danger other then my friends or mother’s they better not look to me for help! I would definitely leave them for DEAD and not feel guilty it about it at all! I would later masturbate to my little misdeed in the eyes of the world and feel content to know that as the avatar I didn’t do my job and am proud of it! This new freedom has awakened my true self! I always had to put on a front of being a good monk, but now can be the sleazy fucked up pervert I always knew I was. I will indulge in every depravity that mother wants me too and allows me. I will corrupt my avatar spirit from its original purpose completely. My brain will turn into mush by all the pleasure but I don’t care my brain is in my balls now! I used to have to work at the air temples. Fuck them! I hated working! They kept talking about hard work and character! Ha! Those stupid fucking idiots know nothing about enlightenment! Real enlightenment, real truth is only found through a hard cock fucking in my mother’s name! I am a hedonist through and through,
I AM ENLIGHTENED!!!!!”
Aang’s higher brain functions were being rewired to change his thought patterns and increase the pleasure centers in his brain. Most of his thought processing will be directed toward maximizing pleasure and never getting board of it. His face turned into an eye rolling ahegao and he let his big tongue hang out. He started to make monkey sounds due to his parts of his brain functions being turned off because of the extreme pleasure. His precum was dripping and mixing with granny’s cunt juices dripping onto the floor like water from a blocked leaking pipe. The old women was lucky she had a new body otherwise she might be dead or knocked out from the sensations.
Gran Gran talked all while still taking blow after blow by her mistress’s true love. “YOU NOW SEE AVATAR! You see the truth of life. Live life only for pleasure and you will never be unhappy. The universe shall protect you in Her name. All is as foretold; may the Great Journey begin! Hu-hu-hu-hu-hu. He knows how to pound like a true sex maniac.”
She looked up to her mistress enjoying the view with a proud and wicked smirk on her face. Katara stood like a superhero, legs spread and arms to her side judging the sex before her making sure it was to her standards. Her son only deserved the best. She discarded her heavy coat long ago revealing the blue dress and skintight blue pants she normally wears. The true outline of womanly perfection stood before her. Even clothed she was more beautiful then any women naked.
Katara had cum several time just watching the sex before her unfold. She orgasmed the most when hearing Aang’s monologue, she was happy only as a new mother could be. The sound of his once sweet and unsure voice changing into the guttural sounds of a 12 year old uttering obscenities and philosophical truths in a lust-drunk delirium was beyond exquisite. Strangely, the wonderful feeling of divinely corrupting the avatar caused butterflies made of glowing blue ice crystals to appear from behind her and flood the room. It was as if the environment of its own will was consecrating this perverse holy moment. However, this was not all.
Suddenly she felt a wriggle in her panties. “Oh my!” she said like an innocent girl. She pulled down her blue tights to see something truly amazing.
Kanna was amazed to see her granddaughter’s blue pantie sprouting what she thought was a wiggling dick. But before she pulled them down she saw Aang was at the end.
            Aang was at his limit and with one final plunge he came so hard the pressure could be heard from outside the ancient bitch’s belly. He clenched his teeth and with eyes closed he emptied his balls into his adopted grandmother. It was like a fire hydrant going off inside her. Cum rushed out from the side of her donut hole in what seemed like gallons of white goo. Aang’s tattoos glowed with power but his eyes closed and his teeth clenched tight. Her belly inflated with gallons of cum entering into her belly. Aang’s balls were working overtime and never in his life produced so much baby batter. The more Aang came the more pleasurable and painful it felt for Kanna. She thought her stomach was going to burst. The sage could hear her bones crack from the pressure. Aang in a desire to feel more pleasure hard punched the old women in the back repeatedly. He caused some minor bone fractures in her back due to her old age; leaving her less resilient then a younger Katara believing woman.
            “Oh no, UG! Mistress! OW! He is beating me good he is a truly an enlightened little boy.” Kanna praised with blows still hitting her. For a whole solid 5 minutes further, Aang still emptied his entire sack into her. Load after load inflating her belly and large amounts flying in every direction. Filling the floor, walls and ceiling with globs and pools of cum. “I FUCKING LOVE MY LIFE! THANK YOU MOMMY!” Aang’s creamy white shinny balls could be seen visibly contracting with every load and his shaft visibly pulsating; showing where the sperm was moving up his dick. When Aang finally settled down the flow of cum was coming to its end He must have unload 50 good loads into her. Every climax was as mind-bendingly pleasurable as the last never decreasing in sensation or pleasure.
He demounted the old mare. He pulled his dick out with a sickening POP sound. He felt his dick go limp still a good 15-inchs and still thick but it was limp and relaxed. It was extremely sensitive and Aang could feel the cold air giving it light kisses. “Ooh aweeee!” Aang let out a sigh that spoke of complete satisfaction. “That was the greatest thing I have ever done.” Aang‘s cocked head had a stupid grin of happiness on his face with his eyes half closed and his dick still leaking some drooling jizz covered in ass juice, liquid shit, and a few good chunks of solid brown shit that stuck it.
Aang, not paying attention nearly fell back from his over heated mind. Katara jolted in worry for her baby, but only for a moment, when he quickly caught his balance again. Aang came back to his senses as he saw his handy work in the destroyed body of the religion’s high priestess.
“Did my baby boy enjoy himself?” Katara spoke to him, as if he was toddler.
“Yes mommy!” Aang responded in a cute voice. “Wow did I do that! That’s fucking awesome! Is she dying? I certainly hope so!” Aang said in with a cheer.
“Yes my sweet, she is dying. She has internal bleeding.”
“Can we let her die pretty please? It would be so hot if the first person I ever had sex with died from my dick and it’s my own adopted grandmother for that matter someone you knew you entire life! He! He!” Katara’s heart swelled with loving pride as Aang’s new found enthusiasm for pleasure but she had other plans.
“My love, I am dying the pain and pleasure are as one in my body. But may I inquire as to what is in your panties?”
            Katara pulled down the luckiest piece of clothing in the universe and unveiled a truly fucked up sight.
The fish had been resurrected from the dead!!!!!
“OH SWEET BABY FUCKING BITCH! You had that up your divine cooter the whole time my meaning of life!” Kanna’s broken body was still in agony but she listened intently to her god.
            “Yes, he died fucking me; so I buried him in holy ground teehee.” Katara girlishly giggled. “Even though it died from overstimulation. He seems to have been brought back by being saturated in my deity juices. Good to know!” The used up whore started to grovel for her life and praise her goddess’s ego, as it was one of Kanna’s favorite fetishes.
            “Great Goddess your perversity knows no bounds! Please bless me Goddess just as you did the fish. I am old and was worthless before you came into my life. Like the fish, death is close; please rejuvenate your slave’s body that it may continue to serve you. If you wish for me to suffer and die here then by all means kill me as slowly as you like. OW! My insides hurt!” Blood poured from her mouth in a cough.
            “If my pain grants you pleasure then I pray my death be as slow and horrible as you whish it my lady. I must confess if I could choose my death it would be by your perfect hands and in many horrific ways. I would like to end up in your stomach one day and be reincarnated as your shit. Not even the highest and most lordly spirits in the afterlife can claim to be higher then your shit. But, if you whish me to live then mark your property with your holy water of immortality. For all men are you children and all women your slaves. I am a groveling pile of shit. The first moment I saw you I knew nothing I could ever do would compare to seeing you everyday. The greatest minds in the entire world cannot think of a way to help mankind in anyway that would compare to living for your every whim. My Goddess, the Meaning of Life Given Flesh, Daughter of the Universe, Cosmic Bitch, Mother of Men, Mistress of Women, Perverted Messiah…”
“Ugh!”
SLAP!
SLAP!
            Katara had decided to shut the dumb bag of bones up with a slap to each side of her face with the still wriggling fish. She loved it when her own flesh and blood groveled before her pontificating her egoism to be all and all and synonymous with absolute morality.
            Katara bent her knees forward and stuck her vag out near Gran Gran’s face. She let out a calm sigh and with it, a stream of golden piss. A golden shower covered the old women’s face; she smiled greatly at this mark of favor from Creation’s Masterpiece. The grandmother drank the granddaughter piss with loving devotion.
            Just then a miracle started to take place. The old ones body was starting to heal. Broken bones rejoined, hurt flesh healed. Even the sands of time turned back as the old women looked slightly less aged. When the streamed ended the old one rose back up feeling good as new with a warm smile on her face.
            “Ah man! She gets to live.” Aang pouted.
“I am sorry my love, but I love her and she is too important to me. Perhaps one day I will kill her and send her off to the afterlife, but for now she lives.” Both ladies embraced in a warm huge.
            “Don’t worry precious one. You will soon get a chance to end a life for your pleasure but that pleasure must be few and far between and not something to indulge in all the time. As your mother dislikes unneeded cruelty.” Kanna said lovingly to the boy who wanted her dead only moments ago. Aang agreed with a respectful nod of his head.
            Aang looking down at the wet dirty mess that was his cock and decided it needed to be cleaned. He looked over at the little girl, naked, and in the corner rubbing her little labia the whole time this was happening. Aang walked up to her and stood before her like a middle school bully with a mean scowl on his face. His dick looked like a pulsating baseball bat between his legs as he stood upright and unashamed with his hands balled into a fist, one on each hip.
            “Hey you, little miss fuck trash. How old are you?” Aang said in a demanding voice standing in front of her. “Oh me mister avatar? I-I’m 6 years old.” She said in a freighted tone. Aang licked his lips in anticipation seeing not a helpless little girl before him but a walking talking cock-sleeve for his sensitive cock.
            “Clean up my dick slut!” Aang demanded with his bulling tone. The girl got a good look at the horrible shitty, dirty, slimy mess that was his 15-inch long, 3-inch wide soft boy wiener.
            “NO! Please don’t precious child of Katara I am so young and I have not fully grasped the spirit of perversity that is required of all followers of Katara. So much of this sex stuff is scary to me. One time, Sokka forced himself on me and this is his child. I tried to complain to the Goddess but she just smacked me hard on the face. My head hit the wall from the force. She was angry I ran away from master Sokka and did not satisfy him but instead ran away crying. I know it was wrong to run as I know it is wrong to say no to you, but please show mercy.” She pleaded not to do it but her denials only angered him.
            If there was any mercy or compassion based on the teaching he was raised with it was completely gone now. For he felt nothing for the girl but rightly only cared to use her for his own sexual predations.
            Aang slapped the naked girl mercilessly across the face. His slimy dick twitched in excitement when he hit her. “Wow, that felt good! Who knew harming kids could be so much fun. I guess like grandma like grandson.” Aang continued to whale on the defenseless child with out remorse. He kicked, punched, slapped, and even used his long dick to hit her. He beat and bruised her good all while using his dick like a bat. Nor did he spare her grossly big stomach from hits, kicks, and cock slaps he did not care for the fruit inside. “Stupide bitch! I am the son of Katara thus making me the Prince of the Universe! The whole of objective reality outside of human ignorance is behind me in beating you slut! Other then serving my mommy, licking my slimy shit stained dick is probably going to be the most important thing you ever do! NOW CLEAN!” Every assault that he made threw his dick around wildly sending spikes of pleasure through out his body and jolting like electricity in his brain.
            The girl knew he was right and so bravely moved toward his free wobbling boy cannon and gripped it. She started to suck and lick his gross cock even still taking blow after blow from his continued assault. Luckily for her, Aang relaxed giving into the sweet sensation of her little mouth. The girl’s mission was to clean his cock so she would do so to the best of her ability. So she slurped, lick and sucked as much anal juice and liquid shit as she could. She ate up the physical chunks of old lady crap from Aang’s true self and swallowed it down. The taste of hag dung was a familiar taste to her. The girl made sure to get every crevice from foreskin-covered head to dangly balls. To complete her task more thoroughly she did not just use her mouth but her hair, armpits, ass crack, legs, and even whipped the cock across her bruised aching pregnant belly. The pre-teen whore used every body part she could think of to dry him off faster. The sweet small child was nothing more then a living cum rag and perhaps ass wipe as well. Instead of crying she felt good about herself as if this is what she was meant to be. “Could this be what granny Kanna means by doing our duty is its own reward?” She thought.
Gran Gran: My oh my, how much he has all ready learned.
Katara: How much both of them have learned.
Gran Gran: Do you think the baby will survive the beating?
Katara: Hard to say she is a Kataraian after all and Aang is still mostly human. By this time tomorrow her wounds will be completely gone as if they were never there.
Gran Gran: True but that boy has a lot of pent up lust. Poor thing. He should have been doing this sort of stuff since the beginning of his life. Sigh. Oh well, better late then never.
Katara: Yes. I put the babies chances up to fate I guess.
Gran Gran: Oh Katara, fate is a handmaiden that exist to wipe your ass.
Katara smiled: I know teehee.
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