Avatar XXX

Momo skittered up the tree that her quarry had escaped to. They circled the trunk, darting back to the ground. The Firewood-Beetle landed back on the ground, sitting for a moment. It took off again as Momo slammed into the ground, creating a small puff of dirt from her impact. The little beetle disappeared from her sight back into the tree line. A smell hit her nose, bringing her attention to the left.

A small pile of berries sat upon a bed of dead autumn leaves. Without hesitation, Momo leapt onto the pile of her stationary prey. She had barely taken one berry into her hand before the shuddering of metal sent shock into her heart. A ball of metal bars, bent around into the shape of a sphere, trapped Momo. She shrieked in rage, grabbing and shaking her cage. Then, the ball leapt into the air, being pulled up by a thick rope. Momo screamed, being pulled up to the sky. Her cage came to a stop between two holding Hog-Monkeys.

“Where’s Momo?” Aang questioned as he and his group lounged in the woods. They had taken a few days of rest, hidden away in the forests of the western shores of the Earth Kingdom. After all the excitement of their excursion to the Fire Nation, and then the encounter with the pirates. Katara had been practising with the waterbending scroll, as had Aang. Sokka had been working out the distance they had left between themselves and the Northern Water Tribe. They’d also been taking time to heal their numerous injuries. The stab wound in Sokka’s side had closed up nicely, and after a small infection, he was on his feet again. Aang’s ribs seemed to have finally healed from all the torture they were put through, though the monk still couldn’t sleep on his left side. Katara’s chest was no longer a brown canvas of green and blue; all the bruises and bite marks had healed. Her womb had also healed from the searing cum blast Prince Zuko had emptied into her.

Appa had been asleep for almost the entirety of the time, having been completely exhausted by all the narrow escapes of late. Katara and Aang had also been rutting like rabbit-lions. At least five times a day or more, usually more. And Katara’s enjoyment of the pleasure had been driving Sokka wild. All the time, his work was being interrupted by Katara’s screams and howls of pleasure. And still, it aroused the Water Tribe warrior. He was still uninterested in masturbation, leaving him once again with aching blue balls. He stole a glance at his sister’s half-nude body again. He felt his cock grunting in his breeches, begging for release.

Their attention was brought deep into the woods by the sound of Momo’s screeching. The trio trekked off into the woods, searching for the source of the cries. They soon found the three iron balls hanging high in the air.

“Hang on, Momo!” Aang called, leaping into the air with a whirlwind gust. He propelled himself from tree trunk to tree trunk, bounding upwards to the branches where the ropes holding the traps were held in place. Aang landed softly on one of the thick branches, examining the hook and lever mechanism holding the iron ball trap in place. Slowly, he lowered the trap back to the ground. Sokka and Katara pulled the ball down, pulling the iron bars open and allowing Momo out. The Lemur-Bat leapt out, seemingly unfazed by her captivity, gleefully eating her berries. Sokka grunted in annoyance, slamming the palm of his hand into his forehead. Aang landed back on the ground, checking over Momo for signs of injury. The howls of Hog-Monkeys brought his attention back to the trees.

Oh shit Aang thought, realising he had forgotten the other animals. He smiled widely. “Alright, you too!”

He leapt up again, spinning towards the top of the trees. Sokka, however, was over the delays. He pulled his boomerang from the sheath on his back.

“This is going to take forever,” He grunted, tossing his weapon into the air. It flew past Aang, cutting the rope and sending the cages plummeting to the ground.

“That works,” Aang commented as he crawled along the branch to where the hog-monkeys had been.

Sokka freed the animals. They scampered off into the woods as the Water Tribe warrior examined the metal work.

“These are Fire Nation traps,” Sokka observed. “You can tell by the metal work.”

He turned back to his companions. “We’d better pack up camp and get moving.”

They hurried back to where they had left the sleeping bison. It was short work; they were used to leaving in a hurry. Sokka pulled the leather straps of his gear tight, making sure everything was secure. Aang had bent the saddle back onto Appa and was in the middle of affixing the reins to his horns. Sokka turned, spotting this as Katara was getting relaxed in the saddle.

“Uh-uhh,” Sokka declared, walking over to the others. “No flying this time.”

“What?” Aang questioned, confused.“Why wouldn’t we fly?”

“Think about it,” Sokka replied, “Somehow, that Prince Zuko guy and the Fire Nation keep finding us. It's because they spot Appa; he’s just too noticeable.”

“What?” Katara protested from the saddle. “Appa’s not too noticeable.”

Sokka grunted at his sister. “He’s a gigantic fluffy monster with an arrow on his head. It’s kind of hard to miss him.”

Appa raised his sleepy head, turning and looking at Sokka as the Water Tribe warrior laid out his accusation. He roared out a sleepy yawn.

“Sokka’s just jealous because he doesn’t have an arrow,” Aang smiled, scratching his best friend’s fur.

“I know you all want to fly, but my instincts tell me we should play it safe this time and walk,” Sokka insisted.

Katara smirked in amusement at her brother. She leapt over the saddle, sliding down Appa’s furry leg to the ground as he spoke. She approached with her smirk, hands on her wide hip. “Who made you the boss?” She asked.

“I’m not the boss,” Sokka replied. “I’m the leader.”

Katara snorted in laughter. “You’re the leader? But your voice still cracks.”

“I’m the oldest,” Sokka protested, his voice cracking. “And I’m a warrior. So, I’m the leader.” He added, trying to save face as he blushed with embarrassment.

“If anyone’s the leader, it's Aang,” Katara countered, “I mean … he is the Avatar.”

“Are you kidding?” Sokka grunted, “He’s just a goofball.”

Both turned their attention to Aang, hanging from Appa’s horn upside down. “He’s right.”

Katara crossed her arms, pushing her already massive bust up. “Why do boys always think someone has to be in charge? I bet you wouldn’t be so bossy if you got some.”

Sokka grew cross at the accusation. “Well, while you two are off mating like monkey-lions, I’m the one making sure we stay on course. This isn’t some sex fueled vacation, Katara!”

Katara hissed. “I’m taking this just as seriously as you. Sorry, you got to spend years breeding all my best friends while I slaved away with all the chores at camp!”

“Look, my instincts tell me we have a better chance of slipping through on foot,” Sokka stated, trying to get their conversation back on track. And a leader has to trust his instincts.”

Katara rolled her eyes, “Okay, we’ll try it your way, o’ wisened leader.”

“Who knows!” Aang cheered, carrying a large backpack of supplies, including Momo. “Walking might be fun!”

“Walking stinks,” Aang complained loudly. They’d only been moving through the forest for twenty minutes, and already his feet and legs were sore. “How did people go anywhere without a Flying Bison?”

“I don’t know, Aang,” Katara replied. “Why don’t you ask Sokka’s Instincts? They seem to know everything. After all, I’m just some sexed up bimbo not taking this seriously.”

“Ha ha,” Sokka said bluntly. “Very funny.”

“I’m tired of carrying this pack,” Aang droned on.

“You know who you should ask to carry it for a while?” Katara asked. “Sokka’s Instincts. After all, he’s apparently got the stamina to fuck six girls all day long!”

“That’s a great idea,” Aang smirked, playing along with Katara’s teases. “Hey, Sokka’s Instincts, would you mind-”

“Okay! Okay! I get it,” Sokka cut him off with a huff. They approached a thick brush line of the red autumn leaves. Sokka turned to the duo behind him. “Look, guys, I’m tired too. But the important thing is we’re safe from the Fire Nation.”

He pushed through the brush line, followed by Aang and Katara. His head turned back to check the path ahead.

They were now standing on the edge of a large military camp. Three tents, crates, barrels, and chopped down wooden logs for sitting around a large cook fire surrounded by stones. The Fire Nation soldiers had been enjoying their afternoon meal. Most of them were only half-armoured. They all turned to stare down the strangers who had just stumbled into their camp. For a moment, all parties could do nothing but stare at each other.

“Run!” Sokka called.

An eye-patched Fire Nation soldier leapt up. A torrent of flames shot from his closed knuckles, wrapping around the trio, trapping them between a wall of burning bushes and the Fire Nation soldiers.

“We’re cut off!” Sokka exclaimed.

“Sokka, your shirt!” Aang added, pointing to the Water Tribe Warrior’s tunic. Sokka panicked, realising there were now flames upon it. He ripped it off, exposing his bare chest and back to everyone. Still, the flames continued. Katara uncorked the seal-skin pouch that she had taken to fastening around her waist in the past few days. With a few slick movements, the water whipped from its container and splashed on Sokka’s shirt, quenching the flames. Katara turned around to the fire behind them.

This is too much she realised, gritting her teeth. I don’t have enough water to put this all out! 

They turned to find all of the Fire Nation soldiers had sprung into action, encroaching on the group in a half-moon formation. The Eye-Patched soldier approached, smirking.

“If you let us pass, we promise not to hurt you,” Sokka exclaimed, taking a stance.

“What are you doing?” Katara asked as Sokka moved in front of her and Aang.

“Bluffing,” Sokka admitted in a whisper.

“You?” The Eye-Patch called. “Promise not to hurt us?”

He shuddered. An arrow blew through his chest. He looked down, finding his torso had been pierced by metal and wood, sticking out from his sternum. Blood flowed from the wound. He collapsed to the ground.

“Nice work, Sokka,” Aang said. “How did you do that?”

“Uhhh…” Sokka was at a loss, staring at the man, unsure if he was unconscious or dead.  “Instinct.” 

Katara looked at the arrow, following where it had come from up into the trees.

“Look!” She called, pointing to the branches.

A man was standing on one of the branches. His head was covered in shaggy brown hair. His body was covered ram-shackled armor thrown together. Pauldrons and tassets were mismatched, his torso exposed with only a red tunic to cover it. His hands were occupied with two tiger head swords. He leapt backwards, hooking his weapons into the branch and swinging forward. He flew across the field, slamming down with kicks to the heads of two soldiers, shoving them to the ground in a brutal display.

He ran forward, hooking two more soldiers around the legs with his swords. And pulled hard, throwing his whole body forward to bring them up and over, tossing them hard into the ground, face-first, knocking them both unconscious.

“Down you go,” He grunted, levying his swords. Katara was in awe, smiling widely at the heroics on display. Aang and Sokka were more confused, but thankful for the save. A Fire Nation soldier, armed with a sword, charged the saviour. He leapt to his feet, parrying two blows before slicing the swordsmen of the Fire Nation across the chest. For added measure, the tiger-swordsmen kicked hard into the soldier’s stomach, knocking him down.

The other soldiers readied themselves for combat, brandishing their blades.

“They’re in the trees!” One called out.

From above, the small form of another person fell onto one of the soldiers. The child-like laughter of the form filled the air as the small form of green and yellow began savaging the soldier he had landed on. Punches hit the man in the face repeatedly, blocking his sight with his leather helmet. More arrows rained down. Some knocked swords from their hands, others pierced flesh. Arms, hands, legs, chests, necks, spraying blood into the air.

Another man was hanging from the tree branches by his legs, knocking arrows onto his bow. His quiver was inverted to keep his arrows in place. Two more strangers hit the ground, on a pudgy man, stabbing one soldier in the back before drawing a short sword to engage another man. The other was a slender creature, a bush of shaggy brown hair and a face covered in paint and a bandanna. In their hand was a dagger. Their slender form was covered in leather armour. They sprinted forward, stabbing one of the Fire Nation soldiers in the stomach.

Katara and Aang took the moment to leap into action. Katara recalled the techniques she had been studying. She tossed two soldiers away with her Waterbending. Aang created a massive current, sending a handful of soldiers flying off into the woods. Sokka spotted a spearman rushing them. He pulled out his club, letting out a warrior’s yell as he prepared to parry the blow.

The Tiger-Swordsmen leapt up, vaulting off their swords to kick the spearmen in the head, slamming the man into the nearby tree, knocking him out.

“Hey, he was mine,” Soka lamented sadly.

“Gotta be quicker next time,” The man snickered, a piece of straw hanging out of his mouth.

Katara couldn’t help but smile at the man as she watched him upstage her brother.

He’s cute she thought.

Two soldiers began to back up, worrying about their escape. The ground behind them shook. They turned to find a hulking behemoth of a creature. He was nearly seven feet tall, holding a log in his hands like a club. They screamed, the last noise they would make as the beast slammed his weapon into their heads.

Another spearman attacked the straw-mouth. He managed to hook the polearm just below the tip with his hooked blades. He pulled hard, keeping the sharp metal end away from his throat. With a quick thrust and spin, He disarmed the man. He spun with his momentum, slamming the man in the chest with his own spear and tossing it through the air. It landed in the back of the man Sokka was fighting, ending the battle. Sokka spotted his saviour, grunting in annoyance.

“Man,” he lamented.

Straw-Mouth faced down the last soldier. Another spear. He lunged at the straw. The blade passed through the guard of the hilt of one of his tiger blades. Straw-Mouth slid along, pulling his fingers away from the metal tip. The spearman pushed his polearm all the way through the other side, readjusting his grip to keep the spear held. Straw-Mouth levied his blades as the spreamen repositioned. He thrust forward with his polearm. Straw-Mouth caught it with his blades, forcing it down to the ground. He lunged forward, kicking down hard, breaking the weapon. His next step hit the polearm again, pulling himself up off the ground. He drove his knee hard into the Fire Nation soldier’s head. With a crunch and a thud, Straw-Mouth kicked down on the man's head, pushing in down to the ground.

He landed haphazardly, tumbling to let off some momentum. He came to a stop mere inches from Katara’s mouth, pushing lightly into her bust. Katara shuddered, feeling her body go flush with arousal.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” Katara smiled, her legs rubbing together.

He turned from her, examining the camp. His men were piling the dead away from the living and looting the stores.

“You just took out a whole army almost single-handedly,” Aang stated in awe as he approached. 

Sokka approached, arms crossed. “Army? There were only like twenty guys.”

Straw-Mouth paid their discussion little mind, walking over to his gathered troops. After a second, he turned to the trio.

“My name is Jet,” he said confidently. He gestured with his head to the people behind him. “And these are my freedom fighters.”

“Sneers.” The big one, eating from one of the bowls a soldier had left behind.

“Longshot.” the archer in a conical hat gave them a silent nod.

“Smellerbee.” The skinny one, now armed with a sword in either hand and a dagger in their mouth.

“The Duke and Pipsqueak.” The giant and the kid.

“Pipsqueak,” Aang commented to the tween standing next to the giant. “That’s a funny name.”

The kid said nothing, inhaling sharply to retract a snot line that had leaked out.

“You think my name is funny?” Pipsqueak, the giant of a man, asked, his voice booming. His face was framed by a red headgear covering his forehead and sideburns. His nose was a broad, flat thing on his thick face. His massive arms were bare of any cloth, showing off his intimidating form, save for studded leather arm guards. His belly was covered by armour, flowing down to his shoes. The massive log was in a sling stitched into his blue vest.

“It's hilarious!” Aang exclaimed, smiling at the man. Pipsqueak let out a massive laugh, putting one hand on his massive gut as he, Aang, and The Duke began to bellow together. He went to pat Aang on the back, slamming his massive paw into Aang’s form. It sent the Avatar to the ground in an instant, slamming him into the dirt. Aang pulled his head up, still laughing.

The Freedom Fighters spent the next hour going through the equipment. Jet and Sneers brought the Fire Nation soldiers into the tent nearby, interrogating them for information. The others set about disassembling the camp, taking the food and supplies somewhere else. Sokka watched them all rather methodically. One that caught his eye was Smellerbee. Her eyes were framed by an intense ring of black face paint. Streaks of red on her cheeks. She was short and slender. Her torso was covered by a bulky brown piece of studded leather armour. A sword belt was around her narrow hips, though no blades hung from it. Her hips only had the slightest push to them, revealing her femininity. Both her hands were covered in thick white gloves, her adorned with slender brown boots. She had stolen a couple of glances Sokka’s way, and a mix of glares and longing stares had been exchanged.

Jet emerged from the tent, turning and walking over to a nearby tree. He relaxed against it, closing his eyes as he contemplated what he had learned. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, taking a deep sigh. Katara approached him, smiling.

“Uhhm,” She began in a soft voice. “Thanks for saving us, Jet. We’re lucky you were there.”

Jet opened his eyes, turning to look at Katara. “I should be thanking you,” He said. “We were waiting to ambush those soldiers all morning. We just need the right distraction.”

He pulled the straw from his mouth, smiling at Katara. “And then you guys stumbled in.”

“We were relying on instincts,” Katara complained, glaring back at her brother.

“You’ll get yourself killed doing that,” Jet replied slyly.

“Well, glad we could give you an opening,” Katara said.

“Hope you guys don’t make a habit of that,” Jet replied. “Openings like that are the kind of things I love to take advantage of. Firebenders, too.”

“Huh?” Katara raised her eyebrow in confusion, feeling the arousal flush across her body.

“You guys were exposed and vulnerable,” Jet continued. “You’re fucked if you keep doing that.”

Katara bit her lower lip, “Fucked.” She repeated the word. She stared down at his breeches. No sign of her prize. Yet.

“Hey Jet!” The Duke called, “These barrels are filled with Blasting Jelly!”

“That’s a great score!” Jet said.

“And these boxes are filled with jellied candy!” Pipsqueak added, lifting the wooden box over his head.

“Also good,” Jet added. “Let’s not get those mixed up.”

“We’ll take this stuff back to the hideout,” The Duke added as Sneers and Pipsqueak began loading the stolen cart.

“You guys have a hideout?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You want to see it?” Jet asked.

“Yes, I want to see it!” Katara exclaimed, clasping her hands together, her eyes darting down from his crotch and back up to his eyes. “I mean we! We want to see it. The hideout, I mean.”

Oh, these people… Jet thought. He looked down, noting Katara’s hard nipples poking out of her shirt, her thighs rubbing together She’ll be a fun one

They loaded the cart and began their march to the hideout that Aang was eager to see. Sokka made a silent note that neither the Avatar nor the monk were complaining anymore about having to walk. He found himself travelling in the company of Smellerbee, a slender warrior girl keeping pace next to him. Once again, it was a tense time of stolen glances. He was certain she was staring at his breeches. He tried to ignore it. He was quite on edge about the fact that they were heading south.

“We’re here,” Jet suddenly declared as they arrived at an opening in the trees. Sokka glanced around unimpressed, spotting nothing of note except some ropes hanging down from up in the trees. They were similar to the traps they’d found earlier, but missing the iron balls. Sokka’s arms crossed in front of his torso, raising an annoyed eyebrow at the bushy-haired man his sister was about to throw herself onto.

“Where?” Sokka questioned. “There’s nothing here.”

Jet didn’t respond verbally; he walked over to one of the ropes, taking it in his hand. The freedom fighter walked it over to the warrior, giving it to him.

“Grab hold of this,” Jet instructed as he tugged on the rope. 

“Why?” Sokka questioned, though he took the rope in his hand, grabbing the loop at the end. “What’s this do?”

The dangling thread suddenly became taut, the noose-like end tightening up around Sokka’s wrist. The Water Tribe Warrior was pulled from his feet, rocketing up into the trees by the arm. He let out a scream, feeling a massive strain on his shoulder socket as he broke through a thick layer of leaves and branches with his face.

Katara and Aang stood on the ground in awe of the pully system as Sokka disappeared. Jet paid all of these theatrics little mind, simply handing the next rope to the monk next to him.

“Aang,” Jet said to him. Aang grinned, driving his thumb into his chest.

“I’ll get up on my own,” Aang replied with a smirk. Momo leapt from his shoulder, climbing the bark of the massive sentinel.

A gust of wind blew, causing Katara’s thin skirts to fly up, giving everyone standing behind her a perfect view of Katara’s massive mocha colored ass. Pipsqueak reacted fast, covering The Duke’s eyes. The young boy didn’t see a thing. Everyone else, however, was greeted with a prolonged look at Katara’s massive ass cheeks. Katara didn’t care, having been stripped naked in nearly every single group setting they had been in since leaving the South Pole. After spending her entire life hiding away under a parka, the Water Tribe bimbo had realised she was a nudist in her heart. The Avatar disappeared, leaping from tree branch to tree branch.

Jet looked to the Water Tribe girl, admiring the view he was getting from the front of her smooth, puffy cunt. He felt a stirring in his breeches, but pushed it aside. He could see just how wet Katara was. She’d come to him, she’d cum for him, he already knew. He put his empty hand out, smiling warmly at the girl.

“Grab hold of me, Katara,” He said to her, causing the Water Tribe girl to blush. She reached out, taking his hand. He pulled her in, causing the Water Tribe bimbo to spin. Her skirt once again flared, and she flashed her gorgeous hips, ass, thighs, and vagina to all present. Luckily, The Duke had already ascended with Sneers. Katara was flushed in the face and feeling suddenly bashful. Jet pulled her in close, embracing her body so tenderly. His hand went down with a firm smack and squeeze onto Katara’s fat ass as he pulled her weight into his arms like she was as light as a feather.

This rope line pulled far less aggressively than Sokka’s had, giving the freedom fighter and the waterbender a slower ascent. They spun slowly through the air as Katara admired the gorgeous autumn colours of the forest (even though it was now winter). She clung close to Jet, feeling a sudden rush of security in her heart as it beat wildly in his chest. She admired his gruff features, the sharp chin with only the lightest hint of stubble upon it. They ascended past the cover of red leaves and into the canopy above.

Haphazard, shoddy construction of wood and rope lined the massive trunks of the upper canopy. Bridges connecting platforms and makeshift shelters, along with rope lines and other ways to get around dotting the entire place. Katara and Jet rose through an opening in one of these platforms, landing safely on the surprisingly sturdy wooden floor. It seemed to go on for forever.

“Nice place you got!” Aang called as he rocketed down one of the zip lines, Momo flying next to him. Katara was breathing through her mouth, terribly aroused by the mere presence of the man before her. Suddenly, Aang’s youthful demeanour seemed far more of a turn off than the light brevity she had enjoyed it for.

Katara shook her head, a conflict of what felt like a thousand emotions inside her. He’s so manly. And … Aang and I aren’t together. He got to fuck those Kyoshi Whores … I need this one, but it’s just to get some

The Water Tribe bimbo was not sure of herself, but that mattered little as Jet ushered her further into his camp. Katara looked over the edge, seeing a sea of red leaves below them, with only the tiniest hints of the ground.

“It’s beautiful up here,” She gawked, mouth wide open. There were some lower levels of similar construction, notably even somewhat more poorly constructed than the level they were on.

“It’s beautiful,” Jet agreed. “But more importantly, the Fire Nation can’t find us.”

“They would love to find you, wouldn’t they, Jet?” Called a sharp voice in a seductive tone. Katara turned to find the girl with the facepaint, Smellerbee Jet had called the girl, arriving via rope wench, landing with a soft tap of her feet behind them.

“It’s not gonna happen, Smellerbee,” Jet smirked, staring down at the leaf bed below.

“Why does the Fire Nation want to find you?” Katara questioned.

Jet turned and began to walk across the nearby bridge. Smellerbee and Katara followed as Pipsqueak, The Duke, Longshot, and Sokka joined them from across a different bridge behind the trio.

“I guess you could say I’ve been causing them a little trouble,” The freedom fighter chuckled. “See, they took over a nearby Earth Kingdom town a few years back.”

“We’ve been ambushing their troops, cutting off their supply lines, and doing anything we can to mess with them,” Pipsqueak added with a broad smile.

Sokka glanced around, taking in the architecture and design of the place. There were some other characters up in the trees above. They ranged in age, Sokka estimated from single digits to around their age. No ‘adults’ as it were, if he was the oldest at twenty-one.

“One day,” Jet continued, turning to Katara. “We’ll drive the Fire Nation out of here for good and free that town.”

Katara smiled, turning away from Jet as she blushed. “That’s so brave,” She swooned.

“Yeah, nothing’s braver than a guy in a tree house,” Sokka commented as he pushed his way up to the front of the group.

This statement earned a scowl from Katara as the bimbo glanced from Sokka to Jet. “Don’t pay any attention to my brother.”

“No problem,” Jet replied,  as if Sokka wasn’t walking just behind him. “He probably had a rough day.”

With that comment, Sokka slipped away to the end of the column.

“So, you all live here?” Katara asked, changing subjects.

“That’s right,” Jet nodded, gesturing to some of his men walking behind them. “Longshot over there, his town got burned down by the Fire Nation. And we found The Duke trying to steal our food. I don’t think he ever really had a home.”

“What about you?” Katara asked.

This question made the Freedom Fighter pause halfway across the bridge. His men continued, seemingly aware of what turmoil he was in. Katara looked at Jet’s face, seeing the pains of distant memories upon it.

“The Fire Nation killed my parents,” He said in a low tone, fighting back tears. “I was only eight years old … That day changed me forever.”

Katara looked away, feeling empathy swelling in her eyes, remembering that horrible day at the Southern Water Tribe.

Go find your dad, sweetie. I’ll handle this

Katara snapped herself away from those horrid memories as the smell hit her nose. She choked back the tears.

“Sokka and I lost our mother to the Fire Nation,” Katara said quietly. Her hand almost went to her throat to feel for the security of her necklace.

No … It’s gone … and so is she Katara reminded herself, betraying one tear down her face. She wiped it before Jet saw.

“I’m so sorry, Katara,” Jet offered sympathies. He reached out, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in close. Katara sniffled, but kept her tears back, holding tightly to his shirt.

Jet fought back the tears as well, remembering the burning sight of his village.

The sun was setting overhead, the sky had turned a sharp orange, with hints of night slowly overtaking it. The Freedom Fighters had all gathered at what seemed to be their central hub. A large platform constructed between several tree trunks, built off the largest trunk in the entire collection, upon which their fort was erected. A large wooden table of similar design and build had been laid out for many to sit at. Still, many more were gathered on the platforms overhead and nearby, all drinking wines and alcohols as they toasted their victory. Plates and bowls of food had been laid out, the shoddy cooking one expects of self-taught adults alone since childhood.

“Today,” Jet toasted, raising his dented flagon. “We struck another blow against the Fire Nation swine!”

Cheers erupted from all over, the Freedom Fighters raising their drinks in celebration. Aang smiled at the festivities, dining on a collection of nuts and fruits. Katara was still swooning over Jet, staring up at him, biting her lower lip. Sokka picked at the cow-pig that had been cooked and laid out for him. His eyes kept glancing over to Smellerbee, who was still eyeing him down. More than once, he caught her eyes, and she looked away, blushing.

“I got a special joy from the look on one soldier’s face,” Jet continued. “When The Duke dropped down on his helmet and rode him like a wild Hog-Monkey!”

All eyes turned to the young boy, who stood, putting both his fists in the air as the group screamed his name.

“Now,” Jet continued once the cheers had died down, “The Fire Nation thinks they don’t have to worry about a couple ‘kids’ hiding in the trees.” He put the word ‘kids’ in quotations. “Maybe they’re right?”

The group booed loudly at Jet’s words, swearing retribution upon their enemies. Jet’s expression turned grim as the noise died down. “Or maybe … they’re dead wrong!”

Once again, the forest sang with the cheers and japes of dozens of kids and teens, all excited for another victory. They drank and cheered and sang of their own grandness. Jet walked off from where he had been standing - on the table. He sat down between Katara and Sokka.

“Hey, Jet,” Katara smiled widely at him. “Nice speech.”

“Thanks,” Jet smiled, “By the way,” He leaned past Katara to look at Aang, and sat on her left. Momo was on his shoulder, eating some small berries from the monk’s hand. “I was really impressed with you and Aang. That was some great bending I saw out there today.”

Katara smiled, “Well, he’s great,” She said, gesturing to the man beside her. “He’s the Avatar. I could use some more training.” She blushed, looking down at her legs. Her thicc thighs spilt out from her thin skirt. Sitting was always a challenge for Katara since losing her breeches and smallclothes in Omashu. She was lucky that most of the time she was simply with Aang, who never minded a view of her privates. Sokka didn’t seem to mind either, especially given she had seen his dick dozens of times from walking in on him and her friends going at it. Though she was certain on more than one occasion she had caught Sokka not just looking at her, but admiring her body, gawking at her form.

“Avatar, huh? Very nice,” Jet responded, pulling his flagon closer to his mouth for a drink. He relaxed back, stretching his legs (and allowing Katara to admire his flaccid dick pressed up against his dark blue breeches).

“Thanks, Jet,” Aang cheered, smiling at the Freedom Fighter.

“So I might know a way,” Jet continued. “That you and Aang can help in our struggle.”

That was the limit for Sokka, who had been sitting behind Jet, arms crossed in annoyance.

“Unfortunately,” He cut in, “We have to leave tonight.”

Without another word, the Water Tribe Warrior rose, walking away from the table. Jet looked up at the man, frowning.

“Sokka, you’re kidding me,” He called. “I needed you on an important mission tomorrow.”

The Water Tribe warrior ignored him, marching away from the celebrations. Jet looked across the table to Smellerbee, giving the girl a nod. Without a word, the face-paint girl rose and left the table, following Sokka.

Katara turned to look at Jet. “Sorry about him, he’s still moody over what happened today. So how can Aang and I help?”

“Hey, it’s alright, people have off days,” Jet replied. “And don’t worry about that right now, it’s a party. How about I show you my quarters? I’ve got a lot of really cool trophies from all our victories.”

“I’d love that!” Katara cheered, “Aang, do you wan-” She turned, only to find Aang, Momo, The Duke, and a bunch of the other younger kids all playing together as Aang Airbent their food around in the air. The cheerful laughter of the monk reached her ears, swelling her heart with love.

“Looks like Aang is having his own fun, let’s go have ours,” Jet said, standing up. Katara rose, following him away from the party.

Sokka, Katara, and Aang had been given a small hut to stay in up on the treeline. It seemed it wasn’t being used for anything, as it had been empty upon their arrival that afternoon. Sokka was now inside, alone, repacking his gear. They had originally planned, as they always did when they were given hospitality, to leave in the morning. However, something was rubbing Sokka the wrong way about Jet’s attitude. He was now stuffing all his belongings into his bag.

The flap of the tent ruffled behind him. Sokka grunted.

“Look, Katara, before you say anything, I know I was wrong earlier today, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong now, I just thin-”

He turned to look at his sister, suddenly silenced by the sight before him. The moonlight was flowing in from behind the half-opened flap. Smellerbee was in the entryway. Her blue bandanna and face-paints were the only things on her body. She was short and not particularly curvy or busty. Whereas women like Suki, Katara’s friends back home, the firebender with Prince Zuko, and his sister Katara had breasts that dwarfed their own heads in terms of size, Smellerbee’s were closer in size to Hale from Omashu’s. They were big enough that Sokka would be able to cup and squeeze, all tits were, but he doubted she could suck on her own nipple. Her torso was flat, a six-pack covering her stomach above a thin frame of hips, even thinner in width than Aang or Sokka. They still had enough curve to them to let the world see she was a woman grown, however. Her cunt was a mound of Venus, risen above a bit from her skin. Her thighs had a gap that had been hidden by her baggy breeches. Her ass was small, but tight, though Sokka could barely see it, hidden behind her frame.

“I’d really hate to see you all go so soon,” Smellerbee cooed, entering the tent further. “You’re also strong and capable.”

Sokka’s dick stirred in his breeches, his erection beginning to swell. The Water Tribe warrior gritted his teeth, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

“Well, that’s just the way it is,” Sokka replied, turning away from the approaching nude woman. “We have somewhere to be.”

Hands snaked around his form. He felt her small, soft breasts press against his back. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” She whispered in his ear. “Jet really needs someone strong like you, someone with good instincts to help him tomorrow.”

Sokka felt his half-hard dick pressing up against his now tightened breeches. He took a sharp inhale. “I…I’m sure that you guys can handle whatever it is.”

“Then won’t you at least stay the night?” Smellerbee cooed, biting at the edge of his ear playfully. “The celebration’s only just begun. And I think someone else wants to come out to play~”

She reached forward, stroking Sokka’s dick under his breeches. She breathed softly in his ear, earning a shudder from the Water Tribe Warrior. “Travelling with no one but your sister. It must be so hard. This giant dick of yours, and nowhere to stick it. I’m sure you’ve thought about it, but someone with your instincts knows it’s wrong. So, how about before you leave us, I do you a favour and let you drain those full balls of yours. I’ll even let you pick which hole. Or you can give me something to complement my face markings~”

Sokka shuddered again, a ragged breath exhaled from his mouth. He offered little protest as Smellerbee reached for the sash on his tunic, undoing the strap and removing the cloth.

Her hands pressed into the muscles on his back, tracing them, “You must work out a lot. I love a guy with lots of muscles,” She cooed.

Sokka spun around to face her. She crouched, undoing the fastening threads on his breeches. They fell to the floor, and Sokka’s erection sprang free. Smellerbee’s hands came up quickly, catching the thick pole before it bitch slapped her in the side of the face.

“Ohh,” She moaned, eyes glued to it. “It’s so big! How can you stand to just lug this thing around all the time?” Her hands went to his nut sack, cupping it lightly. “They feel so full, no wonder you guys stumbled into those Fire Nation soldiers today. A leader like you probably couldn’t think straight with all this cum weighing you down.”

Her lips kissed the side of his rigid shaft, her free hand jerking him slowly. Sokka grunted and moaned as Smellerbee massaged his ball sack, running her tongue along his penis, lubing it up for her mouth. Sokka grunted. A hand went down into her coarse hair, encouraging her further. Smellerbee’s free hand went to her cunt, massaging her clit as two fingers slipped inside herself. She moaned as her mouth continued to explore the full length of Sokka’s manhood. Her mouth slowly made its way over to the tip. Sokka’s cock head had swelled to easily just under the size of Smellerbee’s fist, with a fat shaft to follow it.

“Hold on,” Sokka grunted, “A-are you sure you’re gonna be able to … swallow all that?”

Smellerbee scoffed. “You men are all the same, thinking your cock is the biggest thing in the world. Pipsqueak’s is fatter, Longshot’s got bigger balls, and Jet is about the same length. And I can make love to their sacks with my tongue while my lips worship their shafts.”

With that, Smellerbee’s mouth opened wide as she swallowed down the first half of Sokka’s cock in one gulp. Sokka’s whole form shuddered as his brain nearly overloaded from pleasure. It had been since their experience on the island on the edge of the Fire Nation, half a week back now and even during that, Sokka couldn’t say he was a truly compliant participant. He thrust into Smellerbee’s warm, wet mouth, earning a moan in surprised from the freedom fighter girl.

“Glrrk~” She spluttered as his cock began to force itself further into her gullet. “Glrrk glrrk glrrk~”

Small tears began to form in her eyes as her lungs began to push for her to take a breath. Smellerbee tried to push this out of her mind by focusing on the pleasure flowing out from her cunt as she continued to fuck herself with her two fingers. Sokka’s hand continued to pull and stroked Smellerbee’s hair, encouraging the petite woman to continue. She was down past the halfway mark, her tongue scanning ahead with spti to make it all go down easier. Her teeth grazed over his cock, much to the surprise and pleasure of Sokka. One hand continued to massage his testicles, churning his load inside. She could feel how heavy his balls were. It was gonna be a few loads to get him satisfied, not that she minded.

With aSHLURP~!and a POP~!, Smellerbee withdrew his cock from her mouth. Her entire arm was moving to stroke him from base to tip. His cock was a rigid member of flesh in her arms, not moving an inch as she worked him.

“I can swallow you to the base, or you can try your best to ruin one of my other holes,” Smellerbee cooed, looking up at him.

Sokka looked down, licking his lips. “You like anal?”

“Love it,” Smellerbee replied. She turned over, pushing her ass up towards Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior grabbed his massive cock in both hands, levying it down towards her ass. Hands spread her small cheeks, giving Sokka’s cock full access to her back hole. His massive cock head dwarfed her back door entrance. His piss slit alone was the size of her entrance. His cock, slick with spittle and pre-cum began to press into Smellerbee’s asshole.

“Gah,” Smellerbee winced as she felt Sokka attempting to force his way inside. Her entire body shifted, trying to compensate for the massive intrusion she was about to endure. Hands gripped the sleeping bag beneath her, bracing for it.

Finally, her ass gave way. Smellerbee shrieked as Sokka’s thrust sent him surging into her. “AHHHHHH!” Her eyes were wide like dinner plates. Her stomach bulged as a massive penetration pushed up under his skin. Smellerbee’s cunt sprayed a massive torrent of squirt onto the wooden floor of their tent.

I’ve never cum so hard Smellerbee realised. Her eyes became unfocused, looking in two different directions as her body was forcefully fucked into the wooden floor of the tent. Each thrust was felt by Smellerbee as his thrusts hit her small ass, causing her tight, athletic cheeks to bounce and ripple every so lightly. It wasn’t the hypnotic sea of flesh that Katara’s fat cheeks were, but it was still a beautiful symphony of sound.

Why am I thinking about Katara Sokka shock it off, though his mind couldn’t help but imagine it was Katara beneath him. Her massive ass cheeks rippling and shaking as his cock plunged into her ass hole. Her massive tits bounced wildly.

The Water Tribe warrior shook that image from his mind, focusing on the petite woman beneath him as he continued to drill into her. Sokka paid her comfort little mind, his head swimming in pleasure. His heavy balls churned a massive load for the woman below him. The warrior’s teeth were gritted, focusing on the rising tension in his balls.

“Here it cums!” He grunted, slamming himself down into Smellerbee fully. The freedom fighter moaned as she felt Sokka’s cock head pressing all the way into her guts. His cock surged inside her, swelling Smellerbee’s stomach with his seed. His balls contracted as his cock belched up rope after rope of thick cum into her.

Smellerbee let out a low moan as she came again, squirt and grool dripping from her cunt onto the wooden floor. Her head was swimming in pleasure as her stomach became a pale sea of cum brewing beneath her surface. Sokka’s hands were gripping hard into her narrow hips, threatening to break her bones from his strength.

“That was … so much,” Smellerbee moaned. Her face paint had begun to run from her sweat, with matted brown hair.

“That wasn’t all of it,” Sokka grunted. Smellerbee had a horrid realisation that Sokka’s cock was still hard, buried in her stomach.

“Well, I’ve got to make sure you’re drained for that mission with Jet tomorrow,” Smellerbee moaned. “You gonna help with the mission, right?”

“What mission?” Sokka raised an eyebrow, now more open to staying.

Katara was already breathing heavily, her cunt absolutely soaked. She followed Jet like she was in a trance, following him across bridges and platforms up to the largest sheltered area. Jet pulled the flap back, letting her inside. A massive cot of feathers was laid out over a red carpet. Dozens of trophies were upon hastily built pedestals. Fire Nation helmets, weapons, even some flags and other symbols.

“Wow,” Katara’s eyes were soaking it all in. “This is amazing!”

“Years of work,” Jet commented. “We have been fighting here for a few years now. We built this place to hide and still be able to fight back. We founded this group when we were kids. In all honesty, most of them still are.”

Katara turned. “It’s a weird feeling. I’ve been an adult for years. But, ever since we left the South Pole…”

Jet put his swords down next to his bed, beginning to take his armour off. Katara let out a small moan of delight as Jet began to shed his layers. Jet paused, looking over at her. He smirked slyly, chewing on the straw in his mouth.

“So …you and Aang?” He asked.

“What about it?” Katara asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You two together?” Jet continued, undoing his shoulder pauldrons.

“Oh, no, just friends, fuck buddies,” Katara replied. “I’ve had sex with him dozens of times, but like, it’s not exclusive.”

“What about you and Sokka?” Jet questioned.

“What? No! He’s my brother,” Katara protested, feeling embarrassment running along her face.

Jet shrugged, “I’m not one to judge. I just figured someone like you-”

“What do you mean, someone like me?” Katara asked, frowning. Her annoyed expression quickly ran away with a gasp. Her mouth fell open, wet with drool, wetter than her weeping pussy. Jet’s half-hard cock was hanging from his black breeches, down to his knee. It was a slender thing, nearly as long as Sokka’s. What truly aroused Katara was his heavy-looking balls.

There must be so much cum in them! Katara thought, falling to her knees before Jet.

“I had a feeling you liked dick, Katara,” Jet chuckled.

“Love it,” Katara replied, licking her lips. “I’ve been wanting that dick all day.”

“Well, then come and get it,” Jet replied, holding his cock in his hand. Katara crawled over to him, her tits nearly dragging on the floor from how massive they were. Her skirts were swallowed up by her ass cheeks, leaving her entire rear and pussy on display. Her thighs were soaked in cunt honey. Mouth first, Katara claimed the cock, sucking on the semi-soft cock. Her tongue swirled around Jet’s member as it grew harder and longer in her mouth. Her head began to bob along the shaft as the head furthered itself down her throat. Katara’s eyes were closed as her mouth made love to Jet’s cock.

So tasty she thought. She opened her eyes, looking up at Jet. For a moment, she did not see the bushy-haired freedom fighter, but rather her brother. Katara gasped, pulling back for a moment. Jet’s form returned in front of her. One hand went up, undoing the sash of her tunic and letting it fall open, more like a robe than an actual covering. Her tits swayed with her body as Katara used her entire form to fuck her mouth on Jet’s dick.

Her hand went to her weeping cunt, massaging her clit, desperate for her own release as well. Jet grunted, reaching down and taking hold of Katara’s long ponytail, using it to guide her along his cock. He chewed on his stalk of wheat, grinning down at her.

“Good girl, Katara,” Jet moaned. “I bet you satisfy a lot of guys with that mouth of yours. Any guy would be lucky to get this kind of treatment.”

Katara's mouth kissed Jet’s pubic bone, her tongue lapping at his balls. Her eyes looked up to Jet, silently pleading for his first load. Katara and Aang had been going at it the entire time they had been resting since escaping Prince Zuko, but now, Katara was desperate for the taste of another man’s seed.

Please, please, cum for me Katara moaned as she choked on Jet’s cock.

The Freedom Fighter grunted, holding hard to Katara’s head. Balls contracted and cock surged as Katara felt her stomach begin to swell with cum. She moaned her own way through her orgasm, fingering herself desperately. Jet released Katara, falling back onto his bed, panting.

“That was amazing, Katara,” Jet moaned, putting a hand to his head, trying to catch his breath.

Katara licked the cum and spit from around her mouth, smiling widely. “Thanks, I’ve been practising on dildos since I was sixteen. Sucking cock is my favourite thing. Well, one of … my other two favourites are anal and getting creampie’d.”

Jet smirked, looking down at his still hard cock, “Well then, which one would you rather?” He adjusted himself, lying down on the bed, gesturing to his cock, standing up like the mast of a ship.

“I think you mean which one would I rather first,” Katara smirked, getting up off the floor. She shed her tunic, letting it drop to the floor. “Pussy first. Then you can stretch my ass out until you’re done.”

Katara mounted the bed, straddling his cock between her slick pussy, “Think you got enough in those big beautiful balls of yours for me?”

Jet smirked, “I’ve got as much as you need.”

Katara mounted Jet, moaning at the feeling of Jet’s cock inside her. Surprisingly, it did not cause her stomach to bulge, but Katara didn’t mind. A cock was a cock. Katara grabbed her fat ass cheeks, bouncing up and down on Jet’s dick. His cock head kissed the back of her womb with every impact, sending Katara’s mind sailing across an orgasmic sea. Her tongue fell from her mouth as Katara moaned.

“FUCK!” She screamed. “HARDER! HARDER! MAKE MY WOMB YOUR COCK’S HOME!”

Jet smiled slyly, “A screamer, that’s hot.”

“I WANT EVERYONE IN THE EARTH KINGDOM TO HEAR ME CUM!” Katara shrieked.

Jet grabbed Katara’s fleshy hips, thrusting up into her as she slammed herself down on him. Katara moaned and shrieked, her tits bouncing wildly on Jet’s lap. Finally, the freedom fighter gripped Katara even harder, thrusting up into her to his base as his cock erupted into her again. Katara’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her cunt spraying squirt all over Jet’s lap.

“Fuck,” Katara moaned. “More! Please! More!”

Jet smiled. “Whatever you want, Katara.”

Sokka and Jet both felt a soreness in their balls in the early morning light of the cold winter day. Both of them were a bit tired, having spent all night draining their now-empty balls into Smellerbee and Katara, respectively. Now both men were up on the thick branches of the trees, high above the paths going through the woods.

Jet cupped his hands, mimicking a bird call to his men, holding the line further down the line. They called back with a different call. The cold wind of the day brushed past Sokka’s face, an early morning breeze. Sokka unsheathed his dagger, slamming it into the trunk of the tree. Jet’s head turned around, looking up at Sokka.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

Sokka put his ear to the pommel of the dagger, closing his eyes. “Shh,” He hissed. “It amplifies vibrations.”

Jet smiled at Sokka’s ingenuity, “Good trick.”

Sokka listened to the ground, focusing all his attention on the feeling of the world shifting around him. “Nothing yet.”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“Wait, yes!” Sokka whispered, his eyes opening, “Someone’s approaching.” 

“How many?” Jet questioned.

“I think there’s just one,” Sokka replied. Jet turned, sending another bird call down the line.

He quickly turned back to Sokka. “Good work, Sokka, ready your weapon.”

Sokka pulled his dagger from the tree, crouching like a predator, ready to pounce.

Ahead, he spotted a man in red approaching. His aggressive expression turned to sympathy as the man came closer. A can for walking, a hand on a sore back, and a bald head.

It’s… Sokka realised.

“Wait!” Sokka hissed to Jet. “False alarm. He’s just an old man.”

Jet seemed to ignore Sokka, a wicked grin across his face as he rose, tiger swords in hand. He leapt from the tree, falling several dozen feet to the forest floor. He landed in front of the old man on a bended knee. The old man recoiled at the sudden appearance of the young man.

“What are you doing in these woods, you leech?” Jet sneered, much to Sokka’s horror.

The old man reached up towards Jet. “Please, sir, I am just a traveller.”

Jet began to approach, causing the old man to shrink away from the freedom fighter. Jet swung his blade, sending the cane flying from his hand. He pointed the blade at the old man. He moved to run, only to slam into the massive form of Pipsqueak, sending the frail man to the ground with a grunt. He shuddered in fear as the towering man stood over him, grimacing at him. He turned to flee, only to scream in pain as he was held in place by Pipsqueak stepping on his frail leg.

“Do you like destroying towns?” Jet hissed, approaching the pinned man. “Do you like destroying families? Do you?!”

Smellerbee approached, her stomach still a bit swollen from Sokka’s treatment the night before.

“Oh, please,” The man pleaded. “Let me go. Have mercy.”

“Does the Fire Nation let people go?” Jet growled, gripping his swords hard. “Does the Fire Nation have mercy?!”

Jet reared his foot back, preparing to smash in the old man’s face. His foot swung forward, catching on the hook of Sokka’s club, causing the freedom fighter to nearly fall over. He turned around, glaring at Sokka.

“Jet!” Sokka shouted. “He’s just an old man!”

Jet freed his foot, turning to face Sokka. The Freedom Fighter marched over, crossing the distance between the two to get right up in Sokka’s face.

“He’s Fire Nation!” Jet exclaimed. He turned to Pipsqueak and Smellerbee. “Search him.”

Pipsqueak pulled the man up, restraining her arms in a painful, twisting fashion. Smellerbee began patting him down, searching the satchel on his body.

“But he’s not hurting anyone!” Sokka protested.

What am I doing? Sokka questioned himself for a moment He is Fire Nation…but…

“Have you forgotten that the Fire Nation killed your mother?” Jet snapped, putting Sokka on the back foot.

For a moment, he tried to recall his mother’s face, only being able to conjure his father, to conjure Katara.

“Remember why you fight!” Jet ordered.

“We got his stuff, Jet,” Smellerbee called, holding up the satchel proudly.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Sokka protested, looking up at the tall man.

“It’s what has to be done,” Jet replied sharply. “Now let’s get out of here.”

He shoved Sokka aside, marching off. Pipsqueak followed, along with Smellerbee, who gave Sokka a glance, but kept on going. He looked down at the old man, weeping on the forest floor. His heart thudded with empathy in his chest, conflicting emotions waging war in his head.

“Come on, Sokka!” Jet shouted. Reluctantly, Sokka turned, walking off with the freedom fighters.

“Sokka!” Aang called as he slid down the zip lines. With a blast of airbending, he threw himself sideways, landing next to the sulking Water Tribe warrior. “Look at what The Duke gave me!”

Aang pulled out a small black ball, smiling slyly. With a flick, he tossed it down at Momo, causing it to explode with a crack into a flash and then smoke. The Lemur-Bat jumped, growling at her master angrily at the shock. She leapt up, landing on Aang’s stomach, digging her paw into the pouch. Pulling out several of the balls, she began pelting Aang with them, causing the monk to jump and recoil as they exploded at his feet.

“Ouch!” He shouted at his Lemur-Bat. “Quit it!”

Sokka paid Aang little mind, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest. Katara climbed down from a shelter up above. It was Jet’s, where she had been sleeping off the long night of sex. Her stomach had swelled down, and she was once again dressed in her tight tunic.

“Hey Sokka,” Katara greeted with a smile, holding her hands behind her back. “Is Jet back?”

Sokka grunted, rousing his confidence. “Yeah. He’s back. But we’re leaving.”

He turned to look at his sister. Katara’s face betrayed her; an upset expression crossed her face for only a moment, but she shook it from her face.

“What?” Aang called, having finally wrestled the last of the explosives from Momo.

Katara pulled out a rather garish orange hat. “But I made him this hat,” she muttered.

“Your boyfriend Jet is a thug,” Sokka grunted.

“What?!” Katara questioned, with a shocked expression. “No, he’s not.”

Sokka crossed his arms, grimacing. “He’s messed up, Katara.”

“He’s not messed up,” Aang cut in with a cheery smile. “He’s just got a different way of life. A really fun way of life!”

Sokka only continued to scowl at his friends. “He beat and robbed a harmless old man!” Sokka protested.

Katara crossed her arms, causing her bust to press hard against her chest, nearly spilling forth from her tight tunic. “I want to hear Jet’s side of the story.”

“Sokka,” Jet said sternly. “You told them what happened, but you didn’t mention that the guy was Fire Nation?”

“No,” Katara noted, turning to look at Sokka, who was leaning against a massive tree trunk that sprouted up through the room. “He conveniently left that part out.”

Sokka turned, still angry, “Fine,” He barked. “But even if he was Fire Nation, he was a harmless civilian.” Sokka walked over to where Katara and Aang were. The monk, now wearing the hat that Katara had made for the Freedom Fighter. Jet was sitting on a bed of straw, being held up by ropes.

Jet grunted at these words, “He was an assassin, Sokka,” Jet declared. He pulled his arm up from the straw, revealing a curved dagger with a large hilt. The pommel had a ring upon it. He drove the blade into a block of wood that was sitting in front of Jet, wedging the blade into the wood. He reached down, pulling on the ring. It lifted away from the knife, followed by a glass vial filled with a purple liquid.

“See?” Jet said, “There’s a compartment for poison in the knife. He was sent to eliminate me.” His face softened as he looked at the Water Tribe warrior. “You helped save my life, Sokka.”

“I knew there was an explanation,” Katara sighed in relief.

Sokka, however, remained unconvinced, still scowling at the Freedom Fighter. “I didn’t see any knife.” 

“That’s because he was concealing it,” Jet replied.

“See, Sokka?” Katara gestured, smiling widely. “I’m sure you just didn’t notice the knife.”

This comment lit a flame of anger in Sokka’s chest. He turned to his sister, gesturing his arms wide, “There was no knife.” He turned, heading towards the entrance. “I’m going back to the hut and packing my things.”

With that, Sokka left the hut they were in a huff. Katara and Aang watched him go, feeling conflicted about whether or not to follow Sokka. Jet rose to his feet, bringing their attention back to him.

“Tell me you guys aren’t leaving yet,” Jet said. “I really need your help.”

“What can we do?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jet turned to the Avatar, a serious look on his face. “The Fire Nation is planning on burning down our forest. If you both use Waterbending to fill the reservoir, we could fight the fires. But if you leave now, they’ll destroy the whole valley.”

Katara and Aang exchanged a glance, a worried look on both their faces.

The sun was setting as Sokka returned to his shelter, once again working to pack his equipment. The tent flap opened behind him, and he angrily turned to find Katara and Aang in the threshold.

“We can’t leave now with the Fire Nation about to burn down a forest!” Katara declared angrily.

Sokka merely sighed, rising to his feet and turning to face them. “I’m sorry, Katara,” Sokka said, placing his hands on his hips. “Jet’s very smooth, but we can’t trust him.” He tossed his arm, swiping it through the air.

“You know what I think,” Katara hissed, crossing her arms and pushing her bust up. Sokka’s eyes darted down to his sister’s massive rack, struggling to bust out from her tight tunic. Her nipples were half out, and her thick thighs were peaking from around her skirts. Her hands went to her thighs, pressing into her soft flesh. “You’re jealous that he’s a better warrior, a better fuck, and a better leader.”

She turned, once again crossing her hands in front of her breasts. Sokka got an amazing view of Katara’s side profile, massive tits and massive ass off her thicc form.

“Katara, I’m not jealous of Jet,” Sokka protested, doing his best to ignore the sexy form of his sister. “It’s just that my instincts-”

That word sent Katara over the edge, turning with a righteous fury at Sokka. “Well, my instincts tell me we need to stay here a little longer and help Jet.”

She turned, walking off. “Come on, Aang.”

Aang grimaced, looking at Sokka, then at Katara’s massive ass. “Sorry, Sokka.” He said, turning and leaving.

Sokka spent the night in their shelter alone. Katara returned to Jet’s hut, fucking him until the sun went down. Though she felt just as invigorated to continue well into the night, Jet requested she wait for him there while he went to deal with something else. Aang spent his evening with Appa and Momo, high up in the trees, sleeping under the stars.

The tent flap opened, revealing the nude form of Smellerbee before Sokka yet again. The Water Tribe warrior opened his eye, spotting the freedom fighter girl. Again, she was only in her bandanna and face paint, but now she added her white gloves.

“You,” Sokka hissed, reaching for his club. “Why didn’t you stop Jet?”

“Because he knows what’s best for us,” Smellerbee replied, walking into the tent. “C’mon, let’s put that aside, let me play with the amazing cock of yours.”

Sokka grunted, “No, I’m not just some…”

His voice trailed off, drinking in the shape of Smellerbee’s slender form. His cock pressed against his breeches, desperate for release.

“It seems happy to see me again,” Smellerbee cooed, walking over to him. She crouched down, planting a deep kiss on Sokka’s lips. Her hand once again returned to his crotch.

Sokka returned the kiss, pulling himself up. He opened his eyes, finding the freedom fighter’s eyes were closed. He pulled his dagger, his other hand going around her throat. Smellerbee gasped as Sokka’s dagger drove into her small breast, cutting her slightly as he pushed her to the floor.

“What is Jet up to?!” Sokka shouted, releasing her throat enough for her to talk. Smellerbee was panting wildly, terrified by what the Water Tribe warrior was doing.

“What are you doing?!” She shrieked. “Let go of me!”

“That knife! I knew that old man didn’t have it!” Sokka declared. “But I wasn’t sure where it came from … But now I remember. It’s your knife!”

“Okay! It was!” Smellerbee panted. “Jet needs Katara and Aang for a bit longer.”

“Why?”

“The dam, the reservoir. Jet wants it to be filled to the brim so we can flood the town in the valley and destroy the Fire Nation presence here. We could send them running all the way back to the ports!” Smellerbee declared. 

The town?! Sokka realised in fear.

“Let’s go!” Jet’s voice whispered with a shout.

He heard the whirring of the ropes. He looked down at Smellerbee, glaring up at him.

She was a distraction to keep me complacent. I can’t leave her here!

He pulled back his fist, slamming it down into Smellerbee’s face, knocking the girl unconscious. He leapt up, shooting out of the tent. He looked down at the group on the ground. Sneers, Longshot, Pipsqueak, and The Duke marched off with Jet, a cart full of barrels.

Sokka looked up towards where Jet’s shelter was. He wasn’t sure where Aang was at the moment, but he was almost certain of Katara’s location. He quickly scaled up the trees, dashing across bridges and walkways. He busted into the tent.

“Katara!” He cried, covering his eyes instantly.

Katara lay nude on the bed, covered in cum, lavishing herself in the afterglow of another hour-long fuckfest. Her hair was down, a beautiful cascading waterfall of silk-smooth brown locks.

“Sokka!” She screamed, covering herself. “What the hell do you want?”

“It’s Jet, Smellerbee just told me!” Sokka exclaimed, trying his best not let Katara see his erection, still half hard from Smellerbee earlier. “He wants to blow up the reservoir and flood the town!”

Katara’s face was splayed with confusion. “Sokka, that’s ridiculous, that would kill the people in the town. Jet’s a Freedom Fighter.”

“Open your damn eyes!” Sokka shouted. “You can’t see because Jet’s cock is in the way.”

Katara rose to her feet, unashamed of her nudity. The cum that swelled her stomach, womb, and guts sloshed around, causing her fat tits to bounce. “Would you just let it go?!” She hissed. “You have been so prudish about me getting some this entire trip when you turned all my friends into your own personal harem for years, why do you care so much who I fuck?!”

“I don’t! But you have to admit you put way too much trust into anyone who puts their dick in you!” Sokka protested.

“Get out,” Katara pointed. Her tone was calm, but her face was furious.

“Katara, you’re no-”

“OUT!”

Sokka grunted, retreating towards the flap. “Fine, I’ll return with some evidence, then you’ll have to believe me.”

He raced from the tent, grabbing one of the ropes and reeling to the ground.

Sokka followed Jet and his company for nearly an hour through the forest. They reached a cliffside clearing, overlooking the reservoir, the town, and the rest of the red-leafed woods. Jet took a moment, drinking in the sight as the sun began to rise ahead of them.

“Now listen,” He began, turning to his men. “You’re not to blow the dam until I give the signal. If the reservoir isn’t full, the Fire Nation troops could survive.”

The Duke leapt down from the crate, having been riding with the barrels. “But what about the people in the town?” The young boy asked. “Won’t they get wiped out, too?”

Jet walked over to the young boy, putting his hand on his shoulder, “Look, Duke,” He began with a reassuring look. “That’s the price of ridding this area of the Fire Nation.”

He pulled back, looking at Longshot, pointing to the man. “Now don’t blow the dam until I give the signal. Got it?” He crossed his arms. Longshot only offered a nod.

Sokka watched from the bushes, glaring. If I can get one of them to spill the beans. Smellerbee is out cold. But I think I could get the Duke to tell Katara, he’s young enough to tell her, or those barrels, that’s blasting jelly. If I let them set it up, then show Katara, then I cou-

His thoughts were cut off as Sokka felt something heavy slam into the back of his body. With a shirk, Sokka fell forward out of the bushes. Jet and company looked up, finding the Water Tribe warrior lying on his chest, the naked Smellerbee, nose broken and dripping with blood, pressing her dagger into his back. Pipsqueak once again covered The Duke’s eyes.

“You should have stuck it in me,” Smellerbee hissed. “It would have been easier on all of us.”

“Sokka,” Jet shook his head as Smellerbee pulled Sokka to his feet, walking him over to the freedom fighter. “I’m glad you decided to join us.”

Smellerbee twisted Sokka’s arm, tossing him to the ground. “I heard your plan for the Earth Kingdom town,” He declared. “Hell, Smellerbee told me back in your little tree-top fort. And I told Katara before I came here! If I don’t come back, she’ll know somethings up!” The Water Tribe warrior rose to his feet, rubbing the arm that had nearly been pulled out of its socket.

Jet simply smirked. “Did you tell her our plan is to rid the valley of the Fire Nation?”

“There are people living there, Jet!” Sokka protested. “Mothers and fathers and children.”

Jet simply put his hands on his hips, “We can’t win this war without making some sacrifices.” He pulled the wheat from his mouth, shaking his head.

Sokka pointed accusingly at Jet, “You lied to Aang and Katara about the forest fire!”

“Because they don’t understand the demands of war,” Jet replied simply. “Not like you and I do.”

“I do understand,” Sokka protested, looking down at his feet. “I understand there is nothing you won’t do to get what you want.”

Jet sighed in annoyance, biting into his wheat stem. “I was hoping you’d have an open mind. But … I can see you’ve made your choice.”

Smellerbee and Pipsqueak (Sneers was now shielding The Duke’s eyes) reached up, grabbing at Sokka. He pulled his arm up, ready to fight. He felt the sting of a blade. He turned to find the hooked ends of Jet’s tiger swords around his wrists, drawing a small bit of blood.

“I can’t let you warn Katara and Aang,” Jet stated as Pipsqueak, and Smellerbee grabbed his shoulders. “Take him for a walk. A long walk.”

“You can’t do this!” Sokka declared. “If I don’t come back, Katara will know I was right.” 

“Cheer up, Sokka,” Jet smirked. “We’re gonna win a great victory against the Fire Nation today. Maybe Katara will name our kid after you.”

Smellerbee, Pipsqueak, and Sokka disappeared into the woods.

“What are we gonna do about Katara? That guy’s right, if he doesn’t come back…” Sneers observed, dropping his hand that was in front of The Duke’s eyes.

“It’s alright, I gotta go collect Aang and Katara anyway, I’ll handle it. You three just get the blasting jelly in place,” Jet replied.

Longshot, Sneers, and The Duke nodded, moving off with the cart.

Katara’s eyes fluttered open as the early morning light crept in through the many holes in the canopy above her head. She brought her hand up, covering her face to keep the light off her eyes. Her long hair, still down. Her mind vaguely began to recall the events of the night before. She had spent hours in the passionate throes of carnal sexual pleasure with Jet. The Freedom Fighter had filled all three of Katara’s holes. The Water Tribe bimbo knew she couldn’t, but half of her mind thought that with the amount of cum Jet had pumped into her, all three of her holes were pregnant. She pushed her thighs together, two fingers diving down to alleviate her own earlier morning arousal. Her free hand went to her breast, pulling and massaging her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips as she imagined her own fingers belonged to the Freedom Fighter.

“Jet,” She moaned softly, biting her lower lip.

“Jet,” She moaned again, her thumb pressing and caressing her clit. Her legs kicked off the blankets, leaving her body completely nude and exposed. Her toes curled as her orgasm rose like a tidal wave in her snatch.

“Jet~” She groaned, spraying squirt across his sheets. Her eyes opened wide as her whole body was rocked hard with an early morning climax. Her hand dug hard into her breast, the soft flesh pulling her fingers in. She panted, trying to catch up with the rollercoaster of pleasure her body had just gone through.

“You called?” Called a smug voice from across the room. Katara raised her head, spotting the freedom fighter leaning against the wooden pole that the flap of the hut was attached to.

“Jet!” Katara cheered. “You left so suddenly last night. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, night patrols from the Fire Nation, we like to send them running,” Jet explained away, sauntering across the room, beginning to strip.

Katara purred in a seductive tone as the tanned, cut skin of the freedom fighter revealed itself to her. Jet’s cock stirred in his breeches as he walked, his eyes transfixed on Katara’s soaked, weeping cunt, practically screaming for him to fuck her.

“Fine, I’ll return with some evidence, then you’ll have to believe me.” Her brother’s words shot through Katara’s mind, snapping the bimbo out of her sexual fugue state for a moment.

“J-Jet,” She began. “I’m sorry about how Sokka’s been acting. He doesn’t get as much as he used to, and it’s left him really pissy.”

“No worries,” Jet smirked, chewing on his wheat, “He already apologised.”

“Really?” Katara raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Sokka apologised?”

“Yeah,” Jet replied, stripping his shirt off. “I was surprised too. I got the sense that maybe you talked to him or something.”

“Yeah, I did,” Katara replied. “Well … shouted. Not proud of that. But he just doesn’t fucking listen sometimes.”

Jet shrugged. “I guess something you said got through to him.”

Katara shook her head. “He busted in here last night talking all this crazy nonsen-.” Jet dropped his breeches, and Katara instantly stopped talking, gasping in an aroused shock at the sight of Jet’s half-hard dick. She began to drool.

“Anyhow, he went on a scouting mission this morning with Pipsqueak and Smellerbee,” Jet lied, grabbing hold of his dick and levying it towards Katara’s wanting mouth. “Should give us plenty of time to enjoy this morning before we head to the dam.”

Smellerbee

“He said…” Katara tried to explain as her body crawled forward of its own accord towards Jet’s cock. “H-He said…”

She licked her lips, opening her mouth wide.

I’m so hungry. That’s the only downside to cum. No matter how much I eat, I’m still starving Katara thought, completely forgetting the question she had wanted to ask. Her massive tits dragged across the sheet of the bed, pulling it with her. Her lips sealed around Jet’s semi-soft dick, sucking hard as her cheeks hollowed out, she looked up at him, pleading eyes excited for her first meal of the day. Jet smirked down at her, pulling the wheat stock from his mouth.

She’s even easier than I expected~ Jet grinned.

Katara deep-throated Jet’s fully hard cock, tongue lapping at his ball sack. She put her whole body into the motion, rocking back and forth. Her moans vibrated her throat, massaging Jet’s thick dick and encouraging him to a quick release. Her fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, steadying herself. Jet watched as Katara’s massive ass rippled and clapped from the rhythmic motion of Katara putting her whole body into his release. His hand went down into the messy brown waterfall of hair on her head, still messy from sleep. He held her in place, thrusting into her throat. Katara gagged lightly, moaning and retching in enjoyment with his rough penetration. With a grunt, the freedom fighter gripped hard into Katara’s hair, pulling at her scalp. His cock bucked inside Katara, emptying its contents directly into her stomach. The Water Tribe bimbo sucked eagerly, trying to coax as much cum as she could from him. After a moment, the freedom fighter pulled his cock from Katara’s mouth with a meaty pop, grunting in pleasure. Katara reached up, wiping the extra cum and spit from the side of her mouth before swallowing it back down. Her eyes fell upon his still hard dick and low-hanging balls, absolutely stuffed with cum.

“Lie down,” Katara requested.

“Okay,” Jet said. Without any protest, Jet did as was requested. He lay down on the bed, his stiff cock jutting up into the air. Katara purred, backing her ass up to his meat pole, grinding her fat ass cheeks against him. She began to twerk and shake her ass against his cock, feeling his heavy balls churning another load for her under her massive ass cheeks.

How does he get off with just that tomboy Smellerbee? Katara wondered, grinning and biting her lip Wait … that’s what I was thinking of. Smellerbee.

“Sokka came in last night after you left,” Katara said, not stopping her ass massage.

“Did he?” Jet asked, his hand swatted Katara’s ass, causing her to yelp.

“Uhmph,” She moaned. “Harder.”

He did. 

Her face went flush with arousal as her cunt began to drool onto his sheets.

Focus Katara reminded herself.

“Y-yeah, he said Smellerbee came to him last night,” Katara explained. She yelped again as Jet smacked her ass harder, this time gripping and kneading at it. She moaned and squirmed, nearly losing her train of thought again.

“Well, I know Smellerbee thought he was attractive. They probably fucked as we did. You did say he hasn’t been getting much, and despite her small tits, she’s a good lay. But she doesn’t have an ass like this,” Jet said, accentuating his statement with another smack. Katara moaned, squirting a small spray onto the sheets again. She raised to the tip of his pole. Her hands gripped her own ass cheeks, spreading her holes wide before thrusting down, swallowing all of Jet’s cock into her cunt.

For a moment, Katara forgot who she was, where she was, and everything else. Her entire mind existed to simply process the feeling of Jet’s cock head pressing against the backside of her womb. She moaned as her cunt contracted around Jet’s cock. However, once her mind returned, so did her questions.

“And then,” She continued, moaning as Jet began to thrust up into her. “Sokka had this crazy idea about you planning to drown an entire village!” Her last words were followed quickly by a moan as she came again. Her tits bounced wildly from the vigour of her riding.

Jet smirked, thrusting hard into the Water Tribe bimbo. “I understand if you have doubts, Katara. We can go down to the village now, and I’ll show you it's perfectly fine.”

Sokka did say he was gonna get proof Katara thought.

“Yeah, I think that’d ease my mind,” She cooed, grinding against his crotch.

“Of course…” Jet’s voice trailed off for a moment. “We’ll have to stop fucking.”

Fear rocketed through Katara’s body, her entire frame trembling. “No wait! Nevermind! I trust you, Jet!! Just don’t stop!”

She began bouncing up and down on him faster, encouraging him to stay.

Jet smirked silently to himself. Too easy

He smacked her ass again, earning another moan from the Water Tribe bimbo. Still, part of her mind lingered on Sokka. As much as she could resent her stupidly hung brother, he was rarely angry without reason, she had to admit.

“I’m glad he cooled off,” She said in between moans. “He’s so stubborn sometimes.”

“It’s war, Katara,” Jet replied. “I don’t fault him. He just wants to keep you safe. Plus, he’s probably jealous everyone but him gets to have this gorgeous body. The most beautiful girl in the world, and he’s the unlucky bastard who has to be her brother.”

Katara fell silent for some time, reflecting on Jet’s comment. She shut her eyes, imagining for a moment it was not Jet, but rather Sokka, beneath her, thrusting up into her. The chatter of her friends danced through her mind. Aang’s comments when they first met. The feeling of arousal during their raid on the Fire Nation.

Katara came.

Katara came hard.

A splattering spray of squirt exploded from her cunt, soaking Jet’s thighs and the sheets. Jet grunted, unable to hold on as Katara’s twat contracted around his cock. He unloaded into her, flooding her womb with his seed. Katara moaned, still imagining it was Sokka, sending her through a second after-shock orgasm. For a moment, all was quiet.

“You good, Katara?” Jet asked.

Katara didn’t reply, panting wildly, tongue falling out of her mouth, face flush with arousal. She grinded lightly into Jet’s softening cock.

Keep going She moaned in her mind Keep going, Sokka~

Katara and Jet dressed and went to collect Aang. The trio then made their way down to the nearly dried-up riverbed. As they walked, Katara explained to Aang the situation with Sokka, who was equally sceptical that the Water Tribe warrior had apologised. But before he could question it further, an erupted geyser of steam sent the Airbender flying off his feet.

“Alright,” Jet commented, turning back to see the monk flipping through the air. “We’re here. Underground water is trying to escape from these vents. I need you guys to help it along.”

He pointed to the numerous geysers around them, venting steam up into the air. Katara looked down for a moment, unsure.

“I’ve never bent this much water before,” She was unsure, putting her hand to her freshly tied pony-tail. “I don’t know…”

Reassuring hands grabbed her shoulders as Jet pressed his crotch into her massive ass. “Katara, you can do this.”

Aang’s face contorted, but he held his tongue. “What about me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, masking his jealousy.

Jet chuckled, backing away from Katara. “I know the Avatar can do this.”

Katara and Aang took positions on either side of one of the geyser openings. Both closed their eyes, feeling the steaming water deep beneath the surface. They began to move their arms, pulling the liquid to the surface with their bending. After nearly a minute, the geyser erupted, spilling into the meagre river below.

“Yes!” Jet cheered. “Good job. This river empties into the reservoir. A few more geysers and it will be full.”

Aang’s eyes trailed away, looking along down the nearly dried-up river bed. “Look, there’s another steam vent.”

“Okay,” Jet nodded, pulling the wheat from his mouth. “You two keep it up. I’ll go check on things at the reservoir.”

Things at the reservoir… Katara wondered, raising an eyebrow.

“When we’re done, we’ll meet you over there,” Katara suggested as Jet walked away. The Freedom Fighter froze, turning to them a moment later.

“Actually, probably better if you meet me back at the hideout when you’re done. We can celebrate,” He said, winking at Katara.

Katara felt her heart flutter for a moment. She shook it off, remembering her brother’s ranting last night.

What is Jet doing at the reservoir? This is just to fight fires, isn’t it? She wondered. And Smellerbee…

All the same, Katara returned to the work, bending another geyser up with ease with Aang. They continued with this pattern until after midday. The river was flowing a mighty rushing torrent soon enough. The two waterbenders admired their work for a moment.

“I bet that’s enough,” Aang commented. “And I’m not just saying that to be lazy.” He gestured jokingly to the other geysers.

“Let’s catch up with Jet at the reservoir,” Katara suggested, a suspicious tone in her voice.

Aang raised an eyebrow. That’s not like Katara … she’s always eager to get some

“I thought you agreed to meet Jet back at the hideout?” He questioned.

“Well…” Katara’s voice trailed off. “We finished early.” She shrugged, looking along the river towards where the reservoir was, suspicion still high in her mind. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us. And once it’s all good, we could have a threesome back at his hideout?”

Aang smirked, “Now that is a great idea.” The monk smirked. “Since you don’t wanna bang Sokka, I’ve been dying to find a guy to double team you with.”

It was during the morning, when Katara came so close to actually exposing Jet, that Sokka was pushed along down the forest path. His hands had been bound behind his back with some ropes. Though Sokka could feel just from jostling his wrists slightly that the knot work was poor. Pipsqueak’s massive claws, which he called hands, lacked the finesse for such tight work, and it seemed Smellerbee had failed to check them. The freedom fighter woman had gone off to find a cloak or something to cover herself with, but had found nothing. Pipsqueak had been generous enough to offer her his blue vest and cloth taset. She wasn’t completely naked anymore, but was still more exposed than she liked to be. Her nose was still bleeding and twisted in an awkward direction. She shoved hard on Sokka’s back, nearly causing him to trip.

“Come on, move along!” She hissed at him, gripping her dagger hard in her other hand.

“How can you stand by and do nothing while Jet wipes out a whole town?” Sokka asked, looking back at the duo escorting him.

“Hey, listen, Sokka,” Pipsqueak said in his low, rumbling voice. “Jet’s a great leader. We follow what he says, and things always turn out okay.”

Sokka shook his head in frustration. His eyes spotted the berry traps that Momo had been caught in not two days prior. He flexed his wrists again, finding the knots were ready to fall loose.

“If that’s how Jet leads,” Sokka began, hoping his words would distract them from his legs as he prepared himself. “Then he’s got a lot to learn!”

Sokka ducked low, lunging forward and rolling to his side, sending away from Pipsqueak and Smellerbee diagonally. He pulled his arms apart, undoing the knot. His arm came around just in time to cushion his blow, allowing the Water Tribe warrior to roll completely and spring back to his feet. Smellerbee attempted to lunge forward and grab him, but missed.

“Hey!” She shouted, chasing after him. Sokka sprinted towards the traps, making sure to run directly over (but not trigger) both of them.

.

He looked behind him, spotting Smellerbee and Pipsqueak running directly behind him. Almost in unison, the snap of metal wrapped around them both, sending them up into the trees. Sokka stopped, panting wildly in surprise.

I can’t believe I got them both He thought.

He smirked, looking up at them. “While you two are up there, you might want to practice your knot work.” He commented, holding up the rope they had used to restrain him.

With that, Sokka headed off, sprinting back towards the Freedom Fighters.

“Hey, Smellerbee,” Pipsqueak called from the metal cage that was barely big enough for the goliath. “You gonna eat your litchi nuts?”

The freedom fighter grunted in frustration, throwing her nuts at Pipsqueak. The man seemed unbothered, simply eating those alongside his own.

Katara brought Aang on a path through the woods to keep themselves from being spotted from too far away. The monk had questioned Katara not going straight to the reservoir, but the Water Tribe bimbo had brushed off his concerns, promising Aang she knew the way. They eventually reached a clearing overlooking a cliff, giving them a good view of the other side of the dam. Far and away, in the valley below, Katara and Aang could see three figures - Sneers, Longshot, and The Duke, unloading the barrels from the raid on the Fire Nation camp a few days prior.

“What are they doing?” Katara asked, leering into the distance.

“Hey, those are the red barrels he got from the Fire Nation,” Aang commented.

Didn’t Jet say those barrels had blasting jelly in them? Aang raised an eyebrow. “Why would they need blasting jelly?”

Realisation hit Katara like a strong arctic wind, sending a shiver down her spine. “Because Jet’s gonna blow up the dam.”

“What?” Aang asked in shock. “No, that would destroy the town.”

“Jet wouldn’t do that,” Katara lied to herself, worrying that Sokka had been right.

“I’ve got to stop him,” Aang declared, unfurling the wings of his staff.

“Jet wouldn’t do that,” Katara repeated.

He offered to bring me to the town … But … he said we’d stop fucking … did he … he ….

Just as Aang leapt up to take off, a flash of motion went by, pulling the glider from Aang’s hands and sending the monk to the ground, nearly falling off the cliff. With a blast of air, Aang fell to the ground, looking at what had attacked him. Jet was facing away from the duo, Aang’s staff tucked away again in between his tiger swords.

“Yes, I would,” he declared without looking at them.

“Jet, why?” Katara asked.

“Katara,” Jet continued, still refusing to meet her gaze. “You would too, if you just stop to think. Think about what the Fire Nation did to your mother. We can’t let them do that to anyone else ever again.”

Katara was shocked by the callousness in Jet’s voice. He had been so tender not even four hours prior. “This isn’t the answer.” She protested.

Jet finally turned to her, pity and sadness painted across his face. “I want you to understand me, Katara,” he sighed, looking down. “I thought your brother would understand, but-”

“Where’s Sokka?” Katara demanded, cutting him off, tears beginning to stream down her face. Jet reached up, attempting to cut her face. Rage fueled her. Katara reached back, uncorking the water skin strapped over her body. With a grunt, she thrust forward, whipping Jet in the chest and sending the freedom fighter to the ground. Aang’s staff slid across the ground, coming to a stop between everyone. She deftly recalled the water as Aang sprinted past.

“I need to get to the dam!” He declared, rushing to his glider. The pommel of Jet’s blade covered it suddenly. Jet had hooked his swords together, using them like one extended blade. With a pull, Aang’s glider was tossed into the air, landing in the Freedom Fighter’s hand. He tucked it into his waist sash behind his back, brandishing his blades at Aang.

“You’re not going anywhere with your glider,” Jet snapped angrily. He swung at Aang. The Avatar leapt back, barely staying ahead of the swipes of Jet’s sharp blades. With a blast of air, Aang flew up into the trees, landing with a backflip on one of the branches.

“I’m not gonna fight you, Jet!” Aang declared from on high.

“You’ll have to if you want your glider back!” Jet replied, rushing towards the tree trunk. The freedom fighter leapt up, stabbing his hooked blades into the tree. From branch to branch, he swung, approaching Aang. The monk dashed from branch to branch, being chased by the man who knew the woods better than him.

I can’t take a direct hit from those blades Aang reasoned They’ll cut me to ribbons. And those pommels can be anchors against my air blasts!

Aang scanned the area around him, searching for any sign of his opponent. His head moved to the left, and there he was, sliding down a long, dead vine with his blades. Jet swung at Aang with his free blade, but the Air Nomad had a quicker reaction time, stopping dead and blasting the area in front of him with wind to cancel all his momentum, the edge of Jet’s sword passing just in front of his nose.

The Freedom Fighter leapt from the vine, landing on the branch across from Aang. The monk quickly shot an air blast. The change of pressure in the air alerted Jet, sending him leaping from the branch. His tiger blade hooked into a smaller branch below, using the momentum of his drop to swing under the large branch where Aang was located, popping up on the other side of Aang’s attack, nearly right on top of the Avatar. Aang blocked Jet’s next attack, a kick, with a small puff of air. Jet slashed at Aang, grazing the monk before being pushed away from another shot of bending. The freedom fighter jammed the pommels of his blades into the branch, bringing him to a halt.

Their eyes met, both filled equally with determination and reluctance. Jet brought his blades over his head, linking the two together by the hooked ends, effectively doubling his range. He rushed forward, slashing at Aang. The monk moved to dodge, but hadn’t adjusted for the new range of his enemy. He coughed in pain as one slash went down across his torso. A surface cut, but a large one all the same. Aang shot another blast of air, but Jet was quick, separating his blades and digging the hooks into the branch, keeping him stable. He then rushed Aang, who took off into the trees, using his bending as a springboard from one trunk to another. Jet followed, climbing by stamping his bladed pommels into the bark.

Aang reached the top of the trees, jumping up and over the tree tops. He turned to find Jet behind him.

He knows these woods better than I do Aang reflected as he descended back onto a branch. Jet was right behind him, slashing and clawing with his blades. Aang began working his way down the trunk, heading for the ground, doing his best to dodge all of Jet’s attacks.

Maybe if I can get back to Katara we can-

Aang’s thoughts were cut off as the monk howled in pain. He was dragged from the branch he was on, plummeting to the ground. Jet’s hooked blades were stabbed deep into both the monk’s shoulders. The two plummeted to the ground. Despite the pain, Aang’s arms came up, grabbing the blades and pulling them loose from his wounded torso. His arms felt weak as both wounds began pouring blood. Jet slashed at Aang again, but missed, unable to compensate for the strange free-fall momentum. They fell through a canopy of leaves and ended up on their feet on another branch below them, once again face to face.

Jet advanced, slashing every which way at the bleeding monk. Aang could do nothing but dodge, his limbs on fire with burning pain. Jet had him on the back foot, moving him step by step to the edge of the branch where his weight wouldn’t be supported. Aang leapt into the air, dodging Jet’s attack with a spin. He fell over the edge of the branch, hooking his ankle around the top to stop from falling. Screaming in pain, he forced his arms up, hugging the branch and crawling along the underside to escape the freedom fighter. He pulled himself back up on the other side, now behind Jet. The swordsman rushed Aang, but was blown from his feet by a massive blast of wind.

Aang’s shoulder wounds were weeping thick rivers of blood as the monk bent a massive air flow from up underneath Jet, keeping him from digging in as he had been. After a moment, he went flying. Or rather, falling. He managed to hook a branch below, but Aang’s glider had been knocked out of place, falling to the forest floor. Aang leapt, falling after his staff. Jet spotted this, leaping from his branch after the Avatar. He matched Aang’s speed, falling directly next to the Avatar. His blades dug into a branch, sending him swinging. He slammed his foot into Aang’s back, sending the Avatar into a nearby thick branch. Aang’s newly repaired ribs cracked again as the monk slammed into the branch before falling, unconscious, to the floor of the forest.

Jet landed, staring down at the Avatar, smirking in satisfaction. Now I have nothing to worry about

He was blown from his feet by a massive blast of water, sending him spinning until he slammed into a nearby tree trunk back-first. Katara kept the torrent up, slamming Jet with blast after blast of water. Once he was backed into his corner, Katara let out a hissing sigh, freezing the water around his feet and body, pinning him to the tree. Jet’s swords fell away; the boy was trapped.

For a moment, all was calm. Katara wiped the tears from her face. “Why, Jet?” She asked, her tone dripping with sadness. “I can’t believe we trusted you … you lied to me! I fucked you! And you lied to me! You’re sick, and I let you fuck me!” 

Jet looked away, staring at the damn. His lips pressed together, letting out a bird call. Katara gasped in horror.

“What are you doing?” Katara asked angrily.

“You’re too late,” Jet replied.

“No,” Katara gasped, turning to look at the dam. She rushed over to Aang, still unconscious and bleeding on the ground.

“Aang, get up, please!” She shouted. The monk didn’t budge.

Sokka’s still out there She reminded herself He’s our only chance. I’m sorry I ever doubted you. Come on, Sokka! Please!

Katara could only watch as a flaming arrow streaked through the sky, emerging from the treeline hundreds of yards away across the dam. It landed on its mark, as an explosion rocked the landscape.

“No,” Katara whispered, tears streaming down her face again. The water rushed down the river, swallowing the town in a massive tidal wave. Katara fell to her knees, unable to even speak as the horror of their actions similarly washed over her.

Sokka didn’t make it in time She thought. No…

She wiped her tears. “All those people … Jet, you monster!” She turned to him, fury in her teary eyes.

He looked at her, stone-faced. “This was a victory, Katara. Remember that. The Fire Nation is gone, and this valley will be safe.”

“It will be safe!” Called a familiar, deep voice. “Without you!”

Katara turned to find Appa rising from below the cliffside, Sokka sat upon his head, Momo on his shoulder. The Lemur-Bat leapt down, examining the unconscious form of Aang.

“Sokka!” Katara cheered.

He looked ahead, straight at Jet. “I warned the villagers of your plan, just in time.”

“What?!” Jet hissed, fury on his face.

“At first they didn’t believe me,” Sokka explained. “The Fire Nation soldiers assumed I was a spy. But one man vouched for me. The old man you attacked. He urged them to trust me, and we got everyone out in time.”

“Sokka, you fool!” Jet exclaimed. “We could have freed this valley!”

Appa hovered alongside the outcropping. Katara picked up the injured Aang, loading him into the saddle of Appa. She removed his shirt, working to bandage up his wounds.

“Who would be free?” Sokka asked angrily. “Everyone would be dead.”

“You traitor,” Jet snapped.

Sokka shook his head. “No, Jet. You became the traitor when you stopped protecting innocent people.”

Jet looked away from Sokka, now focusing on his sister in the saddle. “Katara,” He called, getting her attention. “Please. Help me.”

Katara looked away, wiping the last of the tears she could muster for the day, “Good-bye, Jet.” She said sternly, returning to Aang’s wounds. 

“Yip-Yip,” Sokka said sternly. Appa groaned, racing off into the sky, leaving the freedom fighter pinned by ice to the tree.

Katara finished patching up Aang, his entire torso now covered in bandages. The monk was still fast asleep, trying to recover from his wounds.

“We’ll have to buy more medical supplies in the next town,” Katara commented. She moved up from the saddle, sliding down to Appa’s head, directly next to her brother.

“We thought you were going to the dam,” She commented, looking up at him. “How come you went to the town instead?”

Sokka smirked to himself. Katara grinned, answering her own question. “Let me guess, your instincts told you?”

Sokka shrugged. “Hey, sometimes they’re right.”

Katara cuddled into his form. He put his arm up and around her, squeezing her tight. She put a hand on his chest, enjoying the scenic view. The beautiful setting sun to her right.

She smiled at the realisation. “Um, Sokka, you know we’re going the wrong way, right?”

Sokka smiled, pulling on Appa’s reins. “And sometimes they’re wrong.” 

Katara giggled as Appa banked through the skies. Sokka looked down, meeting her gaze. For a moment, they stared up at each other. They leaned in to each other, closing their eyes and sharing a kiss.