Avatar XXX

Today was the first day of the new year. That fact lingered in the minds of every single member of the group. By the end of the summer, Sozin’s Comet would arrive. They were still two weeks from the North Pole. And even then, who knows how long they’d need to stay for Aang to train. The sun was setting in the basin where the group had chosen to make camp. Aang went off to forage for food, much to Sokka’s protest, knowing the monk would most likely return with only nuts, berries, and fruits. Katara left her brother to sulk at the camp, setting up the tent whilst she went off to find firewood. The temperature had been steadily dropping every night as they flew further from the equator. They had agreed that sleeping bags were no longer cutting it to keep them warm at night.

The Water Tribe warrior had just finished pitching the tent, and crawling through the flaps went Katara returned. A bundle of twigs and branches (all rather unimpressive stuff) caressed in her arms underneath her massive bust. Katara examined the handiwork of her brother as he moved away from the tent, leaving the tarp rolled up on the ground next to the well-worn tent.

“Aren’t you forgetting the tarp?” Katara called her brother.

Sokka turned around, looking at Katara, then at the tarp. “Right, got it,” He said. He stepped back over, leaning down to the thick material. With a huff, he tossed the tarp into the tent. A thud indicated it had hit the other side, resting inside.

This jackass Katara flared her nostrils. She recalled every time over the years that he had pulled a similar stunt back home, only for the siblings to awaken and find themselves half-buried and half-frozen.

“Sokka, you’re supposed to put the tarp on top of the tent,” She stated in an unamused manner. “Y’know, so we don’t get rained on.”

“Ordinarily, you’d be right,” Sokka conceded. “But take a look at the trees and the sky.” He gestured around. “It’s the dry season. It’s fine. Besides, that tarp makes a pretty warm blanket, and I don’t exactly have someone to spoon every night.” 

Katara scowled at her brother. “But what if does rain? I have to get soaked just ‘cus you’re upset you can’t snuggle someone?”

“What if it doesn’t?” Sokka replied, throwing his arms up. “Then I would have put the tarp up for nothing! It’s already bad enough I gotta listen to your rutting like elephant-rabbits every night, now we gotta share a tent.”

Katara grunted, gripping her bundle. “You’re so infuriating,” She exclaimed. “Every time you go a day without sex, all you do is bitch and moan!”

Sokka glared at his sister. “Katara, why don’t you worry about gathering firewood? Because that kindling is looking pretty sorry.”

Katara was silent for a moment, anger rising in her chest like a storm. “Well, if you don’t like my firewood-“ She tossed it to the ground, splattering near Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior rose in a huff.

“What is your problem?” He hissed. “I get that you think I’m all angry ‘cus I haven’t stuck it in someone in a few days, but you’re snapping over everything!”

“You don’t listen to me!” Katara replied. “There’s nothing wrong with putting the tarp up. You’re just being selfish by hogging it as a blanket. If it rains, Aang and I will be soaked!”

“Just Waterbend it off yourself,” Sokka replied. “Besides, it’s not going to rain. The only thing that’s gonna splatter on your tonight is gonna be Aang’s cum.”

Katara grunted. “You’re such an iguana-parrot. All you do is complain about how much sex Aang and I have!”

“And all you do is say that I fucked all your friends, so I shouldn’t be upset!” Sokka replied. “I don’t care that you and Aang bang!” Sokka closed the distance between himself and Katara; only a foot remained between them. He pointed at her. “I care that you think I’m only motivated by getting my dick wet. I was right about Jet, right about the pirates, and you just kept telling me if I emptied my balls I’d be on your side!” 

Katara scoffed. “I can’t believe Rahni and the others fucked you if this was your attitude.”

“Hey, they said you’d love it, y’know. I know they told you to fuck me,” Sokka replied.

Katara scoffed. “Fuck you! You’re my brother! That’s disgusting!”

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea, but I’ve seen your wandering eyes,” Sokka smirked.

Katara shoved Sokka, sending the Water Tribe Warrior off his feet and into the tent, collapsing the structure into a pile of sticks and cloth.

“What the hell!” Sokka shouted, rising to his feet.

“You wanna claim to be all high and mighty, I’ve caught you stealing glances too! You pervert!” Katara replied.

“I’m not the one whose travelled across half the Earth Kingdom with her pussy out! Seriously, you don’t wear pants!” Sokka shouted.

“Okay!” Aang called as he approached the siblings. “I got the grub if you guys got the…”

The Avatar had a large bundle of berries between his arms as he walked out from behind a large boulder. His smile died as he spotted Sokka and Katara, glaring at each other. Katara and Sokka turned away from each other, moving off to opposite sides of the camp.

“Hey, where’s the campfire? And what happened to the tent?” Aang questioned.

“Why don’t you ask Miss. No-Bottoms over there, Queen of the Twigs?” Sokka replied angrily.

“Oh yeah?” Katara hissed, turning to face her brother. “Well, you’re Mister … Pervert! King of the … Tents!” She knelt, snapping up one of the twigs. With a grunt, she tossed it, hitting Sokka in the back of the head. Sokka grunted, rubbing the back of his head, turning in a rage towards her. Aang chuckled, placing his bundle of food down at his feet. He walked in between his friends, offering a nice smile to them both.

“Okay, listen, guys,” Aang said, putting his hands up. “Harsh words won’t solve problems. Action will. Why don’t you just switch jobs?”

“Sounds good,” Katara grunted.

“Whatever,” Sokka added, rubbing the dent on the back of his head.

Katara set about reestablishing the tent whilst Sokka collected Katara’s firewood. Once the pile had been set, Sokka went off into the woods to collect more as Katara finished pitching the tent.

Momo leapt around Aang’s feet, devouring the food he had brought. Aang crouched down, petting the Lemur-Bat. “You see that?” He said to Momo. “Settling feuds and making peace. All in a day’s work for the Avatar.”

Momo darted off. Appa was relaxing after a long day of flying, with a large watermelon as a reward for his hard work. In a flash, Momo gripped the treat, scampering off with it lofted above her head. Aang stepped in her path, removing the melon from her hands. He tossed it in the air, sending a blast of Airbending after it. The melon was sliced in half with an eighty-twenty split. The smaller half landed in front of Momo, whilst another blast off air sent the larger portion right into Appa’s open mouth.

Momo began to chitter and screech in protest at Aang and angrily waved her fist.

“Come on, Momo, that’s fair,” Aang smiled down at her. “Appa’s got five stomaches.” He gestured to his best friend, earning a groan of approval from the Sky Bison. Aang winced in pain from the rotation of his shoulders, feeling his somewhat still fresh wounds strain, but thankfully not reopen.

“Aang,” Katara called from inside the tent. “Can you come in here? I want to check your bandages.”

And now for an Avatar’s reward for a hard day of work Aang smirked to himself as he confidently strolled into the tent.

Sure enough, Katara was already completely nude. Her thin tunic was tucked neatly to the side, leaving her gorgeously thicc figure on full display for Aang to enjoy. She was sitting up proper, legs tucked away, with her chest sticking out. She purred, biting her lower lip as Aang entered the tent.

“C’mon, let’s see those wounds,” She said, licking her lips.

Aang removed his tunic and gi, revealing his cut torso of well-defined muscles. It was currently wrapped in a skin-tight layer of two-day-old gauze and bandaging. The worst spots were just inside Aang’s shoulder joints, dark red to brown splotches of dried blood. There was also a line across his chest, but that was only a surface cut.

“We need to buy more medical supplies at the next town we visit,” Katara noted. Her hands went up, reaching around her nude form, and she began to undo all the wrappings. Aang grunted as the lack of pressure around his wounds felt strange, like being released from a tight hug. “Or you gotta stop getting beat up so badly. They’re almost healed, but still, no gliding, raising your arms up that high is sure to reopen them.”

Aang chuckled. “I think the former is our best option with the way things have been going.”

“Well, the good news is, I don’t think the big cut needs anymore padding, so that’ll save us on the bandages,” She smiled. “Just need to re-wrap your shoulders.”

Aang turned around as Katara set about setting new bandages in place. After about a minute or so, Aang’s entire collarbone was wrapped up in a tight mesh of gauze. He turned around, smiling at her.

“Now then, let’s have some real fun before Sokka gets back,” Katara said, licking her lips. Her eyes were transfixed on Aang’s breeches; his cock had been half hard since he had entered the tent. “I hope you didn’t bring back too much food tonight, ‘cus I don’t think I’ll be hungry after this.”

Her hands returned to Aang’s body, undoing the sash on his breeches. Her hands dug into his pants, Aang adjusting his posture to allow her access. She giggled in anticipation as her fingers grazed his fat shaft, an all too familiar feeling now. She began to stroke him through his breeches, lost in the pleasure of merely being able to touch Aang’s thick shaft.

“What were you and Sokka screaming about?” Aang questioned.

“He didn’t put the tarp over the tent,” Katara grunted. “And then tried to blame me for being concerned about rain!”

“No, uhmph, not that,” Aang shuddered as his cock continued to swell in Katara’s hand. “After that, you called him a pervert. That just seemed a bit ironic coming from you.”

Aang winced in pain as Katara gripped hard on his dick, her face twisting in anger. “He thinks I’m a slut because of how much we fuck! And it's fine, I am, but so was he. And now he’s insisting I’m some sexed up bimbo who wants to fuck my own brother!”

“K-katara,” Aang wheezed, reaching down for her hand.

She looked down, realising what she was holding on to. Her hands let go, running from Aang’s pants and covering her mouth, she was so remorseful she couldn’t even enjoy the smell of Aang’s cock on her hand. “Oh no, Aang! I’m so sorry! Your cock, let me see it, I’ll make it feel better!”

“It’s okay,” Aang winced, shuffling away. He pulled his pants down, exposing his now once again half-hard dick. Katara moaned, licking her lips. She approached cautiously, as if Aang’s dick were a wounded animal.

“I’m so sorry,” She cooed at Aang’s dick, gently caressing his ball sack with her hand. “I would never hurt you on purpose. I’ll make it up to you. How about you make me feel how you felt? I’m sure my butt wouldn’t mind getting stretched out as a nice reminder of how much respect I should treat you with.”

Aang gave a nervous chuckle. “If you want to, I suppose.”

Katara purred, her back door having gone too long in neglect. Jet had been the last person, nearly half a week back now, to put anything in her butt, and she wanted to wipe the memory of him from her holes. Her pussy and mouth had long since been stuffed full of Aang’s impressive manhood, but his touch remained on her back door. She arched her back, planting a kiss on Aang’s cheek. “Thanks, Aang,” She purred. Her mouth then travelled south, planting a kiss on Aang’s dick. She began to twerk and shake her hips, making her massive ass ripple and clap. She continued to kiss and caress his cock, covering it in a thick layer of spit. Her hand spread it all evenly along the Avatar’s thick, pale shaft. Aang shuddered as Katara’s silky smooth hands glided up and down his cock. It truly seemed there was no form of sex Katara was not a master at. The best hand job he’d ever had, bar none. She looked up at Aang’s face, twisted up in the pleasure of her hands on his dick.

“Ready?” She purred to him.

“Y-yeah,” Aang stuttered out. Katara spun around on her knees, presenting her luscious ass to Aang. She continued to twerk and shake her ass, giggling in excitement and anticipation.

Aang held his spit-soaked cock in both hands, looking down at Katara’s tight asshole. Just below it was her pussy, soaked with her own arousal, just begging to spread around his cock. One hand left his dick, grabbing at Katara’s fleshy, soft hips. The Water Tribe bimbo purred at the squeeze of her hips. Aang’s cock head pressed against Katara’s asshole.

“In! In! In!” Katara panted, pressing her backside against Aang, trying to push herself back onto his dick. “I need it, Aang!”

Aang thrust forward, shutting his eyes tight. His other hand went to Katara’s hip, burying himself to the hilt in her ass in a single thrust. Katara screamed in pain, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, lazily drifting in two different directions. Her cunt sprayed a torrent of squirt down on the floor of their tent.

“YES!” Katara screamed. “POUND MY ASS! CORE IT OUT WITH THAT GORGEOUS AVATAR COCK! DON’T STOP UNTIL YOUR BALLS ARE EMPTY!”

Her screams were piercing as she began thrusting backwards on Aang, her massive ass a hypnotic shaking mass of gorgeous mocha brown cheeks. Drool fell in heavy drops from Katara’s mouth as she did all the work with her thick thighs, pistoning along Aang’s cock. Her ass repeatedly slammed into Aang’s pelvis, the rhythmic sound of plap plap plapfilled the tent, only swallowed by Katara’s screams of pleasure. Aang gripped hard into Katara’s hips, moving with her, doing her best to pleasure her despite his disinterest in the hole his cock was currently stuffed into.

“Katara,” Aang suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

“Y-yeah, Aang?” Katara asked, looking over her shoulder, still bouncing on his dick.

“Why don’t you fuck Sokka?” Aang asked.

Katara’s mouth fell open in horror at the question, “H-he’s … he’s …”

He’s got a massive cock and has never left a partner unsatisfied, despite his stupid bravado Katara reflected for a moment.

“He wants you,” Aang mused. “You think I don’t see it, but I’ve seen how you guys look at each other occasionally. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

Katara thrust hard onto Aang, making him close his eyes, fighting back an orgasmic high as pleasure rippled through his body.

“I don’t need to focus on any cock other than this one right now,” Katara declared. She picked up the pace, her fat tits swaying just an inch above the tent floor.

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” She screamed. She hilted herself to the base as her entire body shook around Aang’s dick. Aang thrust hard into her, finding his own orgasm was building up.

“I’m close,” He grunted, wincing in pleasure.

“INSIDE!” Katara shouted. “I WANT TO TAKE EVERY DROP INSIDE ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!”

Aang began to pick up the pace, coming to slightly enjoy what he was doing to Katara in the moment. His balls were churning a heavy load he could feel. Even the subtle burn of pain in his shoulders couldn’t stop him. Katara’s front half collapsed, her tits pressing hard into the tent floor, cushioning her landing as Aang continued to thrust hard into her. Her entire form was shaking and lurching back and forth as Aang continued to thrust harder and faster into her.

Finally, he stopped. Katara let out a cooing moan as her stomach began to swell with the seed of Aang’s cumshot. Aang gripped hard on Katara’s gorgeous body, fingers sinking into her soft form. His balls contracted hard as his cock bucked, shooting blast after thick blast of cum inside her.  He shuddered, removing his softening cock from her hole. A thick trail of white cum began to leak from Katara’s asshole as the Water Tribe bimbo rolled over.

“You really think Sokka wants to fuck me?” Katara asked, panting wildly, coated in sweat.

“Yeah,” Aang replied, “Who wouldn’t?”

After a quiet night in the rocky terrain of the Earth Kingdom, the trio packed up their camp just after dawn. Katara was keeping a close eye on Sokka, who had been rather silent since their fight. The Water Tribe warrior had returned with firewood and some squirrel-raccoons for dinner (Aang abstaining and sticking to his vegetarian diet). After which point, he had gone straight to bed, not even mentioning the tarp Katara had put up over the tent. Katara had been eyeing him, looking for a sign of … anything from him. But he seemed insistent on bottling this up like everything else.

In the morning, they set about clearing their camp. Sokka helped Aang change his bandages (noting, as Katara did they were running low on medical supplies). Once everyone was cleaned up, Katara and Sokka began to climb onto Appa. They were both surprised when Aang told them not to. Both siblings were even more surprised when Aang declared they’d be walking an hour north to see a place called “The Great Divide”.

Everyone was rather silent the entire trip. The sun had risen properly by the time they arrived. A vast rocky terrain of a deep and long gash in the ground, filled with twisting rock spires and no clear path across. An early morning winter fog had settled into the massive canyon, hiding its lowest layers from sight. Not a spot of green existed inside it, all greys and browns of natural rock. The sharp winds added a strange tenseness of its presence to the air. None of them could see the other side.

“There it is, guys!” Aang exclaimed. “The Great Divide!”

“Wow,” Katara was awestruck. “I could just stare at it forever.”

For another minute or so, the group was silent, taking in the view. “Okay, I’ve seen enough,” Sokka declared, turning and walking towards Appa.

“How can you not be fascinated, Sokka?” Katara called her brother in surprise.

“This is the largest canyon in the entire world,” Aang added with a smile as he scratched Momo’s ears.

Sokka was near Appa, adjusting the reins attached to his horns. “Then I’m sure we’ll be able to see it very clearly from the air while we fly away.”

Sokka pointed up to the sky. His entire body was then tossed to the ground by a man rushing past. He wore a long robe of white and yellow, not a speck of dust or grim upon it. A large sack on his back, neatly pressed with nothing overhanging or dangling. His long brown hair looked freshly washed, and the ornament for his top knot was recently polished. Even his long goatee seemed to have been oiled recently.

“Hey!” The man shouted as Sokka hit the ground. “If you’re looking for the Canyon Guide, I was here first!” The man was cross, angrily gripping the straps of his backpack.

“Ooh, Canyon Guide?” Katara asked. “Sounds informative.”

“Believe me, he’s more than a tour guide,” The man grunted in a huff, “He’s an earthbender, and the only way in and out of the canyon is with his help. And he’s taking my tribe across next!”

Sokka had recovered, wiping the dirt from the impact on his chest. He walked past the man, slapping his gloved hand on the man’s sleeve twice, leaving a dust print. “Calm down, we know you’re next.”

The man looked in horror at the spot on his tunic, face contorting in anger. He turned, pointing at Sokka. “You wouldn’t be calm if the Fire Nation destroyed your home and forced you to flee!”

He turned, gesturing to the canyon below them. “My whole tribe has to walk thousands of miles to the capital city of Ba-Sing-Se!”

“You’re a refugee,” Katara realised.

He simply scoffed at her. His hand went up one sleeve, revealing a cloth of some kind. He began to press and wipe at the dust Sokka had left, trying to clean himself. “Tell me something I don’t know,” He sneered.

Aang and Katara exchanged a glance, silently agreeing that the man seemed a bit high-strung. Aang looked past Katara, spotting a group of people approaching.

“Is that your tribe?” Aang asked, pointing down the path.

The man looked up from his cleaning, somehow growing an even angrier face. “It most certainly is not!” He declared. “That’s the Zhang Tribe. A bunch of lowlife thieves. They’ve been the enemies of my tribe for a hundred years.”

He whistled, getting the attention of the approaching brigands. The smell hit Aang, Katara, and Sokka’s nostrils. It wasn’t outright revolting, but it was enough to make them all crinkle their noses in horror. The tribe looked unwashed, with matted hair and clothes covered in stains. Many had large weapons somewhere on their form.

“Hey Zhangs!” The man shouted at them. “I’m saving a spot for my tribe, so don’t even think about stealing it!”

A woman approached the man. She was tall and large, of an older age, at least late forties. Her entire body was covered in pelts with a hog-monkey head covering one shoulder. Her brown hair was messy and unwashed.

“Where are the rest of the Gan Jin?” She growled out, her voice was rough and coarse like the snort of a platypus-bear. “Still tidying up their camp?”

“… yes,” The man admitted, looking down to the ground. He took a step back, rallying some confidence. “But they sent me ahead to hold a spot.”

The woman simply folded her muscular arms over one another. “I didn’t know the Canyon Guide took reservations.”

The man offered an awkward laugh. “Of course you didn’t, that’s the ignorance I’d expect from a fucking Zhang,” He growled. “So unorganised and ill-prepared for a journey. You’ll be lucky if half of your people make it out of this canyon, let alone to Ba-Sing-Se.”

Many of the Zhangs began to swear and scream profanities and insults at the man, who stood his ground, a scowl on his face. Katara, Sokka, and Aang were all silent, unsure of what to see. The feeling of the ground rumbling made everyone go silent. From behind a large pile of rocks (which were lifted into the air and tossed aside) emerged an Earthbender. He was an older fellow, and portly, with a large grey moustache and a smile wider than Aang’s. A straw conical decorated his head whilst his clothes were of traditional Earth Kingdom colours, though torn and stained.

“Sorry about the wait, youngsters,” He said with a jovial tone, wiping some dust on his stomach. He gestured back to the entrance to the lower canyon he had just made. “Who’s ready to cross this here canyon?”

Katara realised the Canyon Guide was looking at her group. “Uhh, one of them, I think.” She gestured to the arguing groups.

“I was here first!” The man declared, sticking his finger in the air. “My party’s on their way!”

The Guide simply grunted. “I can’t guide people who aren’t here.”

The Gan Jin began to march forward. The woman looked at the man, scoffing, “Guess you guys will have to make the next trip.”

The man grunted, looking back down the way he had come. “Wait!” He exclaimed. “Here they come!”

Sure enough, a group approached of near equal size to the Gan Jin’s. All of them wore the neatly cleaned and folded clothes that the man had, whites and yellows and golds. Only the old man leading the pack had a weapon. A long sword at his hip with a rather ceremonial-looking pommel. His white beard was shining in the morning sun, freshly washed, as was his hair.

The leader of the Zhang turned to the Canyon Guide, pointing into his stomach. “You’re not seriously gonna cave in to these spoiled Gan Jin! I mean, we’re refugees too! And we’ve got sick people that need shelter.”

The Canyon Guide put his hands up, “I … uhh … well …” He looked away.

“We’ve got old people who are weary from travelling,” The original Gan Jin man shouted back.

“Sick people get priority over old people,” The Zhang Leader barked.

“Maybe you Zhangs wouldn’t have so many sick people if you weren’t such disgusting creatures,” The Gan Jin Leader spoke up, his voice was old but authoritative.

“If you can, Gan Jins weren’t so prissy, maybe you wouldn’t live to be so old,” The Zhang leader replied.

“I could smell your disgusting fucking stench half a mile back,” The Gan Jin leader replied, sneering and pretending to waft away the scent.

From there, both parties devolved into quarrelling, once again hurling swears and insults and even threats at each other. Katara, Sokka, and Aang watched the two groups for a moment. Finally, the Waterbender turned to the Avatar.

“Well, Aang,” She said, “Ready to put your peacemaking skills to the test?”

Aang let out a sigh, “I don’t know … a fight over chores and sex is one thing. These people have been feuding for one hundred years. They’re ready to kill each other.”

Katara placed a hand on Aang’s shoulder. “It’s not forever; we just need them to get along well enough to cross the canyon.”

Aang nodded. “Alright, I think I can do that.”

Katara smiled, moving forward in between the two groups. “Everyone, listen up!” She called. Instantly, everyone stopped, all eyes on the half-nude Water Tribe girl. She gestured back to Aang, her massive bust nearly spilling from her tunic as she did so. “This is the Avatar! And if you give him a chance, I’m sure he can come up with a compromise that will make everyone happy.”

All eyes then turned to Aang (though a few eyes stayed upon Katara’s chest). Aang took a moment, feeling the pressure of all the eyes on him.

We need you, Aang

“Uhhh,” He let out a sigh. “You can all travel together today, and no one has to wait.”

“Absolutely not!” The Elder of the Gan Jin cried, “We’d rather be taken by the Fire Nation! Then travel with those damned thieves!” He pointed rather accusingly at the Zhangs.

“We wouldn’t travel with you fucking pompous fools anyway,” The Gan Jin leader replied, flipping off the Gan Jin.

Once again, the swears, threats, and insults filled the air. Katara retreated to Sokka and Aang, both of them just watching the tensions build in the groups. Some of the Zhangs seemed to be reaching for their weapons.

That’s not good Aang realised.

“All right, listen up!” He declared, using airbending to project his voice. Once again, all eyes returned to him, “It’s no longer a suggestion. Here’s the deal - you’re all going down together!” His voice was full of authority, but still even-tempered, though exasperation was clear on his face. “Appa here will fly your sick and elderly across.”

Nobody spoke; everyone just stared at Aang. “Does … that seem fair?” He asked, his authority faltering in his voice. The Zhang Leader and Gan Jin Elder both nodded to each other and to Aang. The Avatar smiled.

That wasn’t so bad, I suppose. We’ll just have to take the long way across the canyon, I guess

The sick and elderly of the two tribes were loaded into Appa’s saddle. Sokka had requested to fly Appa across the canyon, but Katara had vetoed the idea, knowing her brother was just trying to get out of walking everyone across the canyon. Sokka grunted and left to do some reconnaissance between the groups. Aang rubbed Appa’s large snout as the Zhang and Gan Jin tribes huddled far and away from one another.

“Sorry, buddy,” Aang said. “You’ll have to do this on your own.”

Sokka approached, returning from speaking with both groups. “Aang, this feuding tribe stuff is serious business. It seems like it’s been up until the Fire Nation burned them out a few weeks back. Are you sure it’s a good idea to get involved in this?”

“To tell the truth, I’m not sure,” Aang admitted, looking away from the Water Tribe earrior. Then he shrugged, wincing in pain as he had forgotten his wounds. “But when have I ever been?” He smiled widely at Sokka.

Katara placed her hand on Aang’s shoulder, offering a second reassuring smile. “He’s the Avatar, Sokka. Making peace between people is his job.”

Sokka turned away from them, looking out across the canyon. “His job is gonna make us cross this whole thing on foot, isn’t it?”

“Okay!” The voice of the Canyon Guide brought everyone’s attention back around. “We’re set to go. Now comes the bad news. No food allowed in the canyon. It attracts dangerous predators.”

For the first time in a hundred years, the Gan Jin and Zhangs were united, decrying the Canyon Guide’s demands.

“No Food?” The Gan Jin Elder shouted. “This is ridiculous.”

The Canyon Guide shook his head, clearly used to this. “Awh, you babies can go a day without food. Would you rather be hungry or dead?”

He thrust his arms upwards, creating a pedestal of stone on which he stood. He cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting out his command. “Now! We’re heading down in ten minutes! All food better in your gut or in the garbage!”

The Zhangs and Gan Jins loaded large sacks of food into Appa’s saddle for their companions to bring across for them. The rest began stuffing their faces with what wouldn’t fit onto the already cramped area. The Zhangs had lots of stale bread and meat, stuffing as much as they could into their faces. The Gan Jins began opening bento boxes of supplies, taking the full ten minutes to politely eat small bites, wiping their mouths after every morsel.

Aang took the ten minutes to finish preparation for the journey. “Appa’s gonna take good care of you ‘till we get there,” He reassured those on Appa’s saddle. He leapt down, once again patting his Sky Bison. “See you on the other side, buddy. Yip-Yip!”

With a snort and a grunt, Appa took off, gliding just off the ground and over the Great Divide. Sokka sighed, watching the easy way around fly off.

The Canyon Guide started them down a narrow path. Aang was upfront with the man, discussing bending, history, geography, and half a dozen other topics that old people like them were interested in. Katara was studying a map of the topography of the Great Divide, which the guide had given her. Sokka walked alongside his sister. Behind him walked the Gan Jin, then the Zhang. They reached a section of the narrow walkway. The path appeared to have been smashed out somehow, dropping out to a sharp plummet to the flat ground below.

The Canyon Guide spun, slamming his fist into the stone wall. In four sections, a stone bridge emerged, granting them safe passage. They continued.

“Nice bending,” Aang commented.

“Thank you,” The Canyon Guide replied. “But the job’s much more than bending, kid. Folks want information.”

He paused, turning to face the group. Everyone came to a halt, staring at the Canyon Guide. “Many of you are probably wondering how canyons are formed. Experts tell us this canyon was most likely carved into the ground by Earth Spirits who were angry at local farmers who once occupied this very same area for not offering them a proper sacrifice. Typically, these spirits enjoyed the sacrifice of food, but were also satiated on the deflowering of virgins in ritualistic ceremonies!”

There was a rumble. All eyes glanced up. A shower of massive stones was plummeting towards the party. The Canyon Guide took a stance, redirecting the rockfall at the last moment. The Gan Jins and Zhangs ducked in fear as the stone when sailing over head.

The Canyon Guide chuckled, wiping his hands together. “Haha! Guess the Spirits are still angry. Hope you all brought sacrifices!”

With that, he continued, a smile upon his face. Aang and Sokka exchanged a glance, shaking their heads in frustration. The groups continued, taking nearly an hour just to descend into the canyon proper. Katara became completely immersed in the map, not even noticing her surroundings. Sokka jogged up over to Aang.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Sokka asked.

“Sure, man,” Aang smiled. “What’s up?”

“It’s about last night. I didn’t mean to come off as such a dick. It’s just … Katara is still treating this whole thing like a giant vacation, what we’re doing is important, and she’s turning it into a cross-country sex spree!”

Aang shrugged. “The monks taught me that free love is the best kind of love. Besides, I’ve been just as promiscuous, and you haven’t exactly kept it in your pants either.”

“I’m not against anyone fucking, it’s just … we’re a day into the new year, and who knows how long this whole journey will take. We need to be serious with our intentions. I’m just annoyed that every time I bring this up, she says it’s just because I’m not having as much sex as you two.”

“You could always fix that,” Aang noted.

“How? Ask one of these Earth Kingdom refugees to tag along as my personal ass piece?” Sokka pointed back to them. “‘Cus I’d’ve rather asked Suki or one of the Kyoshi Whores.”

“No, I meant … just have sex with Katara,” Aang replied.

“Dude, she’s my sister,” Sokka protested.

“Yeah … and? I’ve seen how you two look at each other. Trust me, it’s crossed her mind as well,” Aang smirked. “I’m not gonna judge.”

“Okay! Everyone, stand clear of the wall!”

They reached the bottom of the path. The Canyon Guide lifted a massive rock with his bending, sending it hurtling up towards the walkway that he had built. In an explosion of dust and stone, it was gone. A massive dust cloud settled on the ground behind the Canyon Guide and in front of the group. He wiped his hands together, admiring his handiwork.

“Why’d you do that?” Aang asked curiously.

“These people are fleeing the Fire Nation, aren’t they?” The Canyon Guide replied. “I gotta make sure we can’t be followed. We’ll be safe now.”

A hairy claw attached to an eerily long leg shot through the dust cloud. It wrapped around the Canyon Guide’s left arm, jerking him up into the air. He hollored in pain as his forearm snapped like a twig. Aang recoiled in fear and shock. He wiped around, sending a massive air blast out and blowing away the dust cloud.

Crocodile-Spiders! Aang realised as he got the fully view of the massive creature, sinking its teeth into the Canyon Guide’s chest.

“We gotta help him!” Sokka exclaimed, rushing forward. He tossed his boomerang. It hit the creature in the face, causing it to recoil and open its jaw, sending the Canyon Guide flying. He landed with a heavy thud on his unbroken arm, screaming in pain from the open wounds.

The beast paid him no mind, chasing after Sokka. “Okay!” The Water Tribe warrior exclaimed. “Now we gotta help me!”

Katara rushed forward, uncorking the waterskin pouch slung over her back. With a quick flick of her wrist, the water snapped and whipped at the massive beast, aiming for its eyes. It powered through the attacks, however, snapping at Katara. The bimbo leapt backwards, just barely dodging the attack. Her massive ass absorbed the impact as she hit the ground. Aang leapt in front of her, slamming his staff on the ground, creating a massive blast of air. The creature went spinning, but stayed grounded. It let out an eerie call, charging again.

Aang grabbed the lower end of his staff, spinning around with his arms. A horizontal cyclone entrapped the beasts. Aang winced through the pain; his shoulders felt on fire with pain. The Beast began to spin, finally lifted from the ground. With a grunt and a twist, Aang sent the Crocodile-Spider flying, slamming it into the side of the canyon wall. The beast retreated. Aang collapsed to his knees, grabbing his wounds as the blood began to seep through his clothes, both wounds completely reopened.

“What was that?!” Sokka exclaimed.

“Canyon Crawler,” The Canyon Guide wheezed. Katara sat him up, examining his injuries. “And there’s sure to be more of them.”

“Your arms!” She realised in horror. “They’re broken.”

The Canyon Guide grimaced, fighting back tears. “Without my arms, I got no bending. In other words-”

“We’re trapped in this canyon,” Aang realised in horror.

Katara brought the Canyon Guide to a nearby rock. With medical supplies (given very reluctantly by the Gan Jin), she set about creating splints for the old man. 

Sokka came forward. “I thought the whole point of ditching our food was so we wouldn’t have to deal with things like Canyon Crawlers?”

“Its the Zhangs!” Exclaimed the Gan Jin Elder, pointing at the Leader. “They took food down here even after the guide told them not to!”

“What?!” The Zhang Leader hissed. “If there’s anyone who can’t go without food for a damn day, it's these fucking Gan Jin!”

She crossed the distance between the two groups, pointing rather accusingly at the Elder.

“I hope you’re happy,” The Elder replied. “We’re stuck in this canyon with no way out!”

“Why don’t you thank yourself, Food-hiding, lying ass!”

Aang walked over, massaging his right shoulder, hoping they didn’t see the pain. “Look. Harsh words won’t solve problems. Actions will. Sticking together is the only way to-”

“I’m not walking another step with the likes of them!” The Zhang Elder shouted.

“Now there’s something we can agree upon,” The Gan Jin Elder replied.

Aang turned back to Sokka, Katara and the Guide as arguments broke out for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He retreated over to the group.

“Any ideas?” He asked, wincing in pain.

“No Bending,” The Canyon Guide was staring up at the wall, pure horror on his face. “We need to get out of this canyon. I won’t die down here!” He looked at Aang. “I won’t become part of the food chain!”

“See!” Exclaimed the Gan Jin Elder from behind Aang. “We’re going to become part of the food chain because of you!” He hissed, pointing at the Zhang Leader.

“Sure, unjustly blame the Zahngs, like you always fucking do,” She replied.

“Gladly,” Hissed the Gan Jin Elder.

“Aang,” Katara called, getting the Avatar’s attention as the noise rose again. Aang turned to Sokka and Katara. The Water Tribe bimbo was holding the map she had been studying, showing it to Aang.

“There’s several paths marked on his map through the canyon,” Katara explained. She pointed to a long plateau in front of them. “This ridge right there runs along the entire length of the canyon. And both sides are secured paths. We can send them along each side and keep an eye on them from up top!”

Aang nodded, turning to face the groups. He could see they were in each other’s faces. Some of the Zhangs were shoving some of the Gan Jin’s.

“Enough!” Aang exclaimed, authority in his voice as he strolled forward. “I thought I could help you guys get along, but I guess that’s not gonna happen.”

Aang pushed off the ground with an airblast, sending him to the top of the ridge Katara had denoted. He turned, all looking up at him. He gestured to one path with his staff.

“We should split up. Gan Jins on this side and Zhangs on that side. We’ll travel in two separate lines and reconvene at the other side of the canyon tomorrow.”

The Elder and Leader nodded to one another, and the tribes split off, heading down their intended paths. Aang leapt back down, grabbing his left shoulder, equally as sore as his right shoulder.

“Sokka, you go with the Zhangs. And Katara, you go with the Gan Jins. See if you can find out why they hate each other so much.”

Katara and Sokka nodded, heading off after their instructed quarry. Aang went over to the Canyon Guide, helping him to his feet.

“We’re gonna go up top, keep a watchful eye on everyone,” Aang declared as they walked over to the ridge.

“You’re a smart kid,” He laughed, “This Canyon can be a real challenge to any travellers.”

Aang tossed them into the air, landing atop the ridge. “I’ll be glad for the company up here,” Aang smiled.

“Sure, kid,” He laughed. “I don’t think we’ve had a proper introduction. My name’s Pung Buhan.”

Aang bowed to the Canyon Guide. “Aang.”

He chuckled, “Avatar Aang, it’s an honour to travel with you.”

Aang and Pung Buhan observed as the Zhangs and Gan Jins made camp for the night on either side of the thin ridge they travelled upon.

The Zhang tents were rough-spun, filled with patches and set up wherever they pleased. The sticks they used to keep them pitched had been broken and repaired haphazardly. Sokka watched the Leader, Kyimo, as she affixed some sticks for her tent together. He scratched his chin, feeling the stubble he needed to shave off.

“So, you guys aren’t gonna put up tarps?” He asked.

“What for?” Kyimo asked, “It’s the dry season.”

“Exactly!” Sokka exclaimed.

“Besides, we like to use the tarp as a blanket,” She turned to look at him. 

“Finally, someone gets it,” Sokka laughed.

Across the ridge, the Gan Jin had set up their tents in a square, all of them meticulously measured for distance from one another. They had taken a long time to set up, as the refugees were doing their best to avoid getting too much dirt and grime on their clothes. Katara watched as two Gan Jin worked together to put the tarp over the last of their tents.

She turned to the Elder, Chumon, raising an eyebrow, “Do you really think it’ll rain?” She asked.

“No,” Chumon replied. “But you can never be too careful, right?”

Katara smiled in satisfaction at his answer.

The sun set entirely, and the Gan Jin’s prepared a campfire. They all sat around it, sharing polite conversation and bad-mouthing the Zhangs just on the other side of the ridge. Katara did her best to sit up, though the strain from her massive bust left a soreness from the stance in her lower back. She gasped, however, when Chumon and the other Gan Jin produced small foods from their sleeves, beginning to gorge on their meals.

“Would you care for some bread, Katara?” Chumon offered her.

“So it was you guys who had food!” She exclaimed, anger in her tone.

“Oh, come now,” Chumon replied dismissively. “Do you really think that tribe of thieves and rapists isn’t smuggling food? Why should my people go hungry when the Damn Zhangs are stuffing their faces?” 

“Well …” Katara’s stomach rumbled. “I guess it’s okay if everyone’s doing it.”

She reached out, taking a bite of the bread. She chewed eagerly, her first real meal since the night prior (she had sucked Aang’s dick for ‘breakfast’ that morning). She paused, looking at the bite.

“So, why does your tribe hate the Zhangs so much?” She asked, looking over at Chumon.

“You seem like a smart girl, Katara,” Chumon replied. “I bet you would enjoy hearing some history. The Patriarch of our tribe, Ghin Wai, was an Earthbender Warrior who was assigned an important duty. Transporting our Sacred Orb from the Great Eastern Gate to the Great Western Gate. Taking the Orb from the East to the West represents the sun’s rising and setting. It was our Tribe’s Ancient Redemption Ritual. But as he approached the Gate Ghin, Wai was attacked and killed by one of the Zhangs. A vermin named Wai Ghin, who looked upon our Orb with envy. That coward, Wai Ghin, slit Wai Ghin’s throat and stole our Sacred Orb and disappeared. Our people have never forgotten. You can never trust a Zhang.”

Katara looked at the ridge, knowing the Zhang tribe and Sokka were on the other side.

We’re travelling with the descendants of murders Katara realised, scowling at the rocks.

The Gan Jin began to rise from their seats, moving away from the fire for rest for the night. Katara watched them all go. Chumon rose as well, dusting himself off with a napkin. Katara stood, cleaning herself as best she could. As the sea of yellow and white parted, a younger Gan Jin man approached Katara.

“I see you didn’t set up a tent,” He noted.

Katara looked him up and down. He was a fair few years older than her, perhaps his late twenties. A closely shaved, well-kept goatee was on his pale chin, matched by the long dark hair upon his head, just as clean. His clothes matched the robes of his people. Katara gave a quick glance down to his crotch, but too many layers sat in the way of her sight.

“Oh, yeah, it was on our Sky Bison,” Katara replied.

“You must be cold. I’ve never seen such thin clothes. What tribe makes you dress like that?” He asked.

“Oh, this is of my own accord,” Katara chuckled nervously, suddenly realising that she looked rather improper, gallivanting around the Earth Kingdom in just a tunic.

“Oh,” He nodded. “My name is Xohe. You can stay in my tent tonight if you’d like.”

Katara smiled and nodded, “I would like that, thank you.”

She followed the man back to his tent, finding they were the only occupants. There was a single sleeping bag inside. Katara licked her lips, looking at Xohe with an aroused grin.

“So, just the two of us?” She asked.

“Indeed,” Xohe replied, turning and looking at her. He reached up to his waist sash, beginning to undo the knot. “Do you have sleepwear?”

Katara shook her head. “I typically sleep naked. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” Xohe replied, “Unlike those uncivilised fucking Zhangs, we Gan Jin understand that clothes are meant to be removed.” He dropped his robe to the ground. Katara shuddered at the sight of his form. He was covered in muscles, not as defined as Sokka, but more developed than Aang’s lean form. His massive, flaccid cock was possibly the thickest penis she had ever seen. It was as thick as the man’s athletic thigh, a true third leg. The cock head was a swollen mushroom tip, engorged and angry-looking. Heavy balls hung between his legs. Katara quickly undid her own tunic, exposing her thicc and curvy body.

She closed the distance between the two of them, dropping her thin piece of clothing to the floor. They kissed, and Katara pressed her tongue into the man’s mouth, much to his surprise. Katara’s eyes were closed, but Xohe’s were open. He pressed on her body, trying to move her away from him. Katara pulled back, a line of drool connecting the two. He quickly batted it away.

“Is that something you do in your tribe?” Xohe asked, confusion in his tone.

“Uhh … yeah, I guess,” Katara replied. “How do the Gan Jin do it?”

“Lie down, and I’ll shove you. We prioritise the pleasure of our partner,” Xohe replied. Katara sank to her knees, lying down as had been requested of her. She spread her legs, presenting her pussy and asshole to Xohe. Her cunt was soaked, excited to see these allegedly secret techniques that Xohe had teased her with.

He came down to her level, matching his massive cock head against her weeping snatch. Katara gave haggard breaths, squirming in anticipation of the penetration.

“In,” She moaned softly, “In! In!”

His hands braced on her curvy hips as his cock head began to part her lips. Katara’s mouth opened, drawing in sporadic breaths. Pleasure began to cascade over her body, waves of building enjoyment, raising the temperature of her form as inch after inch slowly slid into her. A bulge deformed her skin as his thick dick began to snake inside her. Katara’s fingers gripped hard into the sleep bag beneath her as Xohe’s cock pressed against her womb.

“Yes,” Katara moaned, feeling her orgasm beginning to build. “Deeper!”

“Any deeper and I’ll be in your womb,” Xohe noted as he began to thrust back and forth in Katara’s cunt.

“Yes, exactly, fuck my womb,” Katara said, her voice starting to rise. “Fuck my womb!”

“Shh,” Xohe put his hand over her mouth. “Don’t say such lewd things so loud. You sound like a slutty Zhang.”

Katara raised an eyebrow in confusion at his words. “O-oh. Okay, well if you a-aren’t gonna core me out with your whole cock I can swallow you. Or you can fuck my ass. It’s a crime not get that gorgeous cock of yours balls deep.”

Xohe looked at her, disgusted by her words. “Putting a dick in anything but a pussy is not natural. You really do sound like a Zhang. I’ve heard that most of their women think they have to get fucked in the ass to get pregnant.”

Katara’s disgruntled face was wiped away as Xohe’s cock head pressed against her womb again, sending a rippling shock of pleasure across her body.

“Fuck!” Katara swore, tossing her head back.

At least he knows how to use that big cock of his Katara thought, rocking her body against his cock Even if he’s not using the whole thing!

Katara’s cunt clenched up around Xohe’s cock, her entire body shaking as a powerful orgasm rocked her form. She started to scream again, but Xohe covered her mouth.

“You’re so noisy!” He hissed, thrusting into her. Not nearly as hard as she wanted, but hard enough. Suddenly, he stopped. His nuts constricted as he began to dump his load into Katara’s sopping cunt. Katara moaned, feeling a smaller after-shock orgasm rock her body as sticky, hot cum flooded her innards. He pulled his cock from Katara. The Water Tribe bimbo sat on the floor, enjoying the afterglow. He quickly dressed himself, turning around and hissing in disgust.

“You’re ruining my sleeping bag!” He groaned.

Katara raised a confused eyebrow. She looked down, finding the cum leaking from her vagina was dripping down onto his sleeping back.

“Sorry,” Katara said, standing up as cum ran down her thighs. He tossed her a towel.

“You can wash it out with that,” He said.

“That’d be a waste!” Katara protested.

“A waste?” He asked. “That’s what semen is.”

Katara grunted, beginning to wipe herself up. Xohe gave a quick look around the camp, not leaving his tent.

“It seems everyone else has gone to bed. Good, the sooner we get up, the sooner we can escape those disgusting fucking Zhangs,” He grunted.

Xohe had fully changed into his sleepwear, snuggling down into his sleeping bag. Katara stealthily began to scoop the cum into her mouth, suddenly disgusted by the taste.

Oh, it's so sour she realised. 

On the other side of the ridge, Sokka stoked the fire with a stick, a chilling wind brushing over his back.

Dry Season … should be called the cold season Sokka reflected. It was strange, having been surrounded by ice and snow his entire life, to feel cold. He shivered, pulling his legs close to himself.

“Care for some meat?” Kyimo offered him a chicken-turkey leg.

“Would I!” Sokka exclaimed, taking the bone from Kyimo’s hand and taking a hearty bite. The Zhang leader looked at a way, casting a sombre glance into the fire.

“I know what you must be thinking. We’re horrible for endangering everybody by bringing food down here,” She reflected.

Sokka nodded, agreeing with her statement, but still eating all the food he had been offered.

“The Gan Jins think so badly of us, they probably assumed we brought food in and decided to bring food in themselves. That’s why we brought food in,” Kyimo explained, earning another grunt of understanding from Sokka as he ate.

Kyimo looked away, casting a glance up to the stars. “Our conflict with the Gan Jin goes back over one hundred years. Our Forefather, Wai Ghin, was leaving the Western Gate of our village when he saw a figure in the distance. It was a man of the Gan Jin tribe, Ghin Wai, collapsed on the ground. Noble Wai Ghin stopped to help him. Ghin Wai was transporting a Sacred Orb, a very powerful relic used in his tribe’s Redemption Ritual. Wai Ghin tried to tend to the man’s wounds. But Ghin Wai insisted the Orb was more important, and asked him to take it back to his tribe. Kind Wai Ghin promised to send help for the man as soon as he could. But as Wai Ghin crossed the border to return the Orb into Gan Jin territory, he was arrested! Instead of thanking him for his kind and selfless deed, they executed him for murder! Ghin Wai was found dead at the Western gate because the damn fool refused medical help. And the Orb disappeared, the Gan Jin making sure Wai Ghin looked as guilty as possible. We Zhangs will never forget that injustice.”

“Well, that’s just terrible,” Sokka shook his head. He eyed the meat in Kyimo’s hand. “You gonna finish that?”

Kyimo took a bite. Sokka sulked at the action. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find a Zhang woman, close to his age, standing behind him. Her long brown hair was unwashed, but in better shape than most other people in the ground. Two long strands of bangs framed her small, heart-shaped face. Her skin was covered in dirt and grime. She wore a sleeveless pelt, with furs draping over her shoulders. Her body was athletic, with narrow hips hidden under a large bundle of rags and breeches. Her chest, however, was swollen, two massive tits pressing against her rough-spun top. Sokka felt his dick pressing against his breeches. 

“We don’t have a lot of room in our tents. You can stay with me tonight if you don’t have anywhere,” she offered. “My name is Bome.”

“Thank you,” Sokka replied, standing up. “I’d appreciate that. I’m Sokka.”

“Follow me,” Bome said, turning and walking towards a tent on the edge of the camp. Inside, there was only one sleeping bag. She turned around, planting a deep kiss on Sokka’s lips, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

Good thing her people brought food into the canyon he thought as his hands caressed her thin waist If her mouth didn’t taste like meat I’d probably just be tasting her unwashed teeth

Her hand wandered down to his breeches, feeling his cock.

“We Zhangs appreciate the body, unlike those fucking Gan Jin,” Bome hissed. “We know how to fuck. And a cock like yours will fit in just perfectly in my tribe.”

Sokka shuddered as her hand stroked his cock over his breeches. Not even the stench of the unwashed girl would turn him off now. Bome reached up, pulling off her pelts, then her top, exposing her massive breasts. They were about half as big as Katara’s, and just as perky. They were cleaner than the rest of her skin, but Sokka could still feel some dirt on his tongue as he moved down to suck her nipple. He removed his mouth for a moment, spitting in disgust on the floor before returning to suck and bite at Bome’s impressive chest.

Her hands undid his breeches, allowing his massive erection to spring free. Sokka felt Bome’s tit leave his mouth. By the time Sokka had opened his eyes, they were slamming shut again in pleasure as Bome swallowed down his entire erection in a single gulp. The Zhang girl fingered herself, her cunt dripping onto the floor of the tent as she moaned and swallowed around Sokka’s cock, working his shaft with mouth and hand. Her entire head bobbed up and down his length. Sokka’s hand went to Bome’s hair, gripping hard and pulling her hair. She moaned in pleasure, pulling her mouth back, jerking him hard.

“Harder,” She moaned. “Way harder.” She swallowed him back down to the base, holding her mouth in place as she kissed his pubic bone. A splutter came from the girl, spit flying from her lips as she choked herself on Sokka’s cock. Both of Sokka’s hands pulled hard on Bome’s hair, earning vibrating moans around his dick from her pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sokka moaned. He felt Bome fighting his hard hand on her hair. Suddenly, both her hands grabbed Sokka’s wrists, pulling him off her scalp. She pulled back, running from the cum surging up Sokka’s shaft. She pulled off just in time to catch his cum blast in her face, splattering up into her hair and down into her tits. Sokka’s cock bucked and lurched free in the air as it sprayed gallon after gallon of cum down onto the Zhang girl.

Finally, his orgasm died down, leaving the girl completely drenched.

“What the hell?” She swore. “You almost made me swallow all this cum!”

“Y-yeah?” Sokka raised an eyebrow.

“Are you some proper-fuck Gan Jin?” She swore. “Gan Jin’s only ever finish inside. In the Zhang Tribe, you only flood the womb when you mean to make a kid. You could have gotten my stomach pregnant!”

“That’s … not how …” Sokka’s voice trailed off in confusion.

Bome stood up, stretching. “Ooof, still, nothing like a cum bath to warm me through the night.” She leaned over, kissing Sokka on the cheek, leaving his cum on his own cheek. Sokka wiped it away quickly. Bome made her way to the tent flap, looking outside before returning to Sokka.

“Looks like everyone’s turned in for the night. The quicker we sleep, the quicker we can get away from the fucking Gan Jin,” Bome lay down, not wiping a single drop of cum from her body, and closed her eyes.

Sokka recoiled in disgust at her actions. He dressed himself, the stench of Zhang's hitting his nose again. He eventually found sleep.

Aang and Momo sat up on the fin-like ridge of stones that divided the camps in two. His stomach rumbled in pain as he watched light after light begin to extinguish. 

“Sure would be nice to be around one of those campfires,” Aang mused to his Lemur-Bat. “Telling stories and laughing.”

He reached up, petting Momo between her ears. “It’s okay, Momo,” he smiled. “We’ll be out of here soon enough. And then, we can eat our weight in lychee nuts!”

Momo’s ears suddenly perked up, the Lemur-Bat tracking a small bug. Her paws leapt up, trapping the flying creature. She brought it to her mouth and, with a resounding crunch, devoured the thing. A moment later, she paused, offering the half-eaten bug to Aang. Aang’s stomach turned at the mutilated beast in her paw.

“Nah, I’ll wait for the lychee nuts,” Aang sulked.

“It’s lonely, isn’t it?” Called Pung Buhan from behind. Aang turned around to see the injured earthbender trudging over to him. The cold wind was snapping at them both. “Being impartial.”

Aang nodded to the old man. “I wish I could help these people get along,” The Avatar lamented. “But it just seems impossible. And that’s not even to mention our biggest problem is getting out of here.”

Pung Buhan grunted, sitting down next to Aang with a thud. He leaned up against the rocks, getting as comfortable as he could. “I’m not so sure the two problems are unrelated.”

Aang was left to ponder the Guide’s words as the old man finally rested for the evening. It was a long, cold night.

Just before sunrise, the Zhangs and Gan Jins packed up their camps and continued. It was an hour past sunrise when the two tribes reconvened.  They had been travelling up a steady incline their entire morning, and the wall on this side of the Great Divide is far less of a drop than the other. Still, it was a sheer face wall. Pung Buhan and Aang had scouted out their path ahead of the other parties arriving. Aang was still contemplating the words of the Guide as everyone came together.

“All clear!” Pung Buhan called. “We’re almost to the other side!”

The Zhangs and Gan Jins refused to even look at one another as the parties reconvened. At the back of both packs were Sokka and Katara, trailing slightly. Aang leapt down from the ridge, getting their attention.

“Katara! Sokka! Will these people cooperate long enough to get out of the canyon?” The Avatar asked. 

“I don’t think so, Aang,” Katara shook her head. “The Zhangs really wronged the Gan Jins. They ambushed and murdered Ghin Wai and stole the Sacred Orb.”

Aang raised an eyebrow at the bimbo in confusion. “… What the hell are you talking about?”

“Yeah, Katara, what the fuck are you talking about?” Sokka hissed, bringing Aang’s attention to his other side. “Wai Ghin didn’t steal the Orb! He was returning it to the Gan Jin village and was wrongfully executed by the Gan Jin.”

Katara crossed her arms, already annoyed with her brother. Her arms propped up her massive bust, nipples beginning to poke out from around her thin tunic. “Not punished enough if you ask me.” She growled. 

“Okay, okay!” Aang hissed, putting a hand up. “I get it …” He rubbed his forehead in exasperation, realising he’d lost both of his companions. “Now I need your help. Let’s get everyone together at the base of the canyon wall.”

Sokka and Katara began to move everyone together. Just like the day before, heckling and screaming began again. Kyimo and Chumon were at the forefront of both groups, standing only a few feet from each other. They leered at one another as their people shouted. Aang walked over, moving in between the groups.

“Please, everyone!” he called. “As soon as we get out of here, we can then go our separate ways. But I need you all to put your heads together and figure out a way up this cliff.”

“Maybe the Zhangs can climb the wall with their long, disgusting fingernails,” Chumon the Elder huffed.

“Oh, sorry,” Kyimo the Leader hissed. “I forgot that to the Gan Jin, unclipped fingernails is a crime punishable by execution!”

“Why, you dirty thief,” Chumon growled.

“You pompous fucking fool!” Kyimo roared.

The voices rose on either side, now with Katara and Sokka joining in. Anger rose in Aang.

“Guys! Focus!” He shouted with an air-enforced scream, silencing all. “How many times do I have to say it? Harsh words won’t solve problems. Actions will.”

Kyimo looked past Aang to Chumon. “Perhaps the Avatar is right.”

Chumon nodded, “Yes. Perhaps he is.”

Aang sighed in relief. Finally ….

“Harsh words will never solve problems,” Kyimo continued, reaching for the handle on her back.

“Action will!” Chumon declared, drawing his sword. 

The sound of steel rang out as their blades clashed. Aang gripped his staff in surprise.

Damn it! He gritted his teeth This is about to turn into a slaughter.

“To the death!” Chumon declared, pulling his blade back into a ready stance. “And let this be the end of this rivalry.”

“You know,” Aang scrambled. “I take it back. Harsh words aren’t so bad.”

His words fell on deaf ears, however. Chumon and Kyimo both leapt forward, their blades clashing. Sparks flew as the two Tribe Leaders parried each other's blows, attacking and defending all at once. Both were highly trained, their footsteps in perfect tandem with each other, mimicking a dance rather than a duel. Some blood splattered through the air, and both recoiled backwards. Chumon had been cut across his chin, shaving off part of his long, well-kept beard. Kyimo had a slash up the side of her head, shaving off a section of her own hair.

They charged each other again, both swinging their blades. Aang leapt forward, slamming his staff on the ground between them. Chumon and Kyimo were both blown away, as were the rest of their tribesmen. The hidden knapsacks containing the foodstuffs went everywhere as everyone was blown onto their backs. Aang rose, seething in rage. Shock replaced anger as he examined the debris on the ground.

“Is that … food?” He questioned as the Gan Jin tried to cover their shame. “Everyone smuggled food down here? Unbelievable. You all put our lives in danger because you couldn’t go a day without a snack? You are all awful.”

He shook his head, feeling his stomach growl. He spotted a golden and crispy brown-looking tart in the Zhang Tribe’s mess.

“So hungry. Is that …” He asked, grabbing his stomach, then pointing to the delicacy. “Egg custard in that tart?”

Suddenly, everyone began screaming. Aang turned around, finding that over two dozen canyon crawlers had come, sensing the snacks. Everyone scattered, running from the foodstuffs left on the ground. Katara and Sokka ran together, finding shelter behind a large rock.

“Oh no!” Katara exclaimed. “That’s a lot of Canyon Crawlers!”

Sokka drew his boomerang, cursing himself for leaving his club on Appa’s saddle. “We barely survived one!”

“They’re coming back for me!” Pung Buhan declared, shuffling backwards past the siblings. “They had a taste, and they’re coming back for me!”

Sokka turned, spotting Aang, standing alone against the Crawlers. He moved to run to back his friend up, but felt a hand on his wrist.

“Sokka, wait!” Katara exclaimed, twisting her brother around. “I don’t care about this stupid feud. I just want us to get out of here alive.”

“Me too!” Sokka replied, “I only took their side ‘cus they fed me. The Zhangs are pretty gross.”

“And the Gan Jins are so fucking uptight,” Katara replied.

For a moment, the siblings were silent. Katara leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on Sokka’s lips. Sokka wrapped his arms tight around her, squeezing her body tight against his. Their tongues explored each other's mouths as hands explored bodies.

Finally Katara moaned in her mind as she stroked Sokka’s half-hard shaft.

So soft Sokka thought as he squeezed Katara’s ass.

An airblast broke their haze, turning to find Aang taking on the Canyon Crawlers alone.

“We’ll finish this later,” Katara declared, rushing past Sokka to the fight. Sokka followed, rushing to back up Aang.

The Avatar was sending airblast after airblast at the beasts. However, his injuries were keeping his sweeps slow, and the monsters were so large that they were able to simply brush off the attacks and keep charging. Katara summoned the water from her pouch, spotting Xohe and a woman from the Gan Jin trip cornered by one of the beasts. She whipped it across the face, getting its attention. Another Canyon Crawler attacked Katara’s floating stream, breaking her control over the water. Sokka hit one of the beasts on the head with his boomerang, sending it retreating, only to barely dodge and attack from another.

Aang winced in pain as he summoned a massive gust, sending four Canyon Crawlers sailing in different directions. He looked around, spotting the Gan Jin and the Zhangs struggling to survive. Several people were being munched on a few lay dead.

We need you, Aang 

The Avatar seethed in anger as the situation continued to worsen. Aang spotted that several Canyon Crawlers had begun to devour the regular food in the pills that he had created earlier. He glanced to his right, spotting a pile of knapsacks used to transport the food. He grabbed one, emptying it.

“Everyone!” He shouted. “Watch me and do what I do!”

Aang leapt over to a Canyon Crawler, getting its attention with an apple hitting the side of its face. The beast charged Aang, who held the bag open. He charged forward, leaping into the air, but keeping the bag low. He got the sack around the snout of the beast, tying it tight with the string of the bag. The beast struggled and snarled, but couldn’t hit Aang and couldn’t free itself. 

The Gan Jin and Zhangs grabbed the bags and food, all of them working together to tame dozens of Canyon Crawlers. The injured were loaded on as well; anyone still alive was strapped onto the backs of the beasts, leaving the dead with the food. Aang gathered as much food as he could into a large sack, tying it to his staff.

“Now follow me!” He shouted, levying his staff high in the air. “We’re riding out of this hole!” 

The beasts scaled the wall, following the bag tied to the end of Aang’s staff. Everyone gripped tight into the disgusting, coarse, oily furs of the beasts. They smelled far worse than the Zhangs, but they had to tolerate it. Two minutes later, they crested the top of the hill. Aang leapt from the back of his beast into the air.

“Everyone! Get off!” He shouted.

The Gan Jin and Zhangs quickly evacuated their rides. Sokka, Katara, and Pung Buhan did as well. Aang sent the knapsack flying over the edge of the canyon, spilling the food out. The Canyon Crawlers quickly retreated, snouts still covered, descending the cliff.

“We made it!” Kyimo cheered as she stood. She looked to Chumon, with whom she had shared a ride. “I never thought a Gan Jin could get his hands dirty like that.”

“And I never knew you Zhangs were so reliable in a pinch,” He commented.

“Perhaps we’re not so different after all,” Kyimo added.

Aang sighed in relief. I guess the problems weren’t unrelated

“Too bad we can’t rewrite history,” Chumon suddenly declared, drawing his blade. “You thieves stole our Sacred Orb from Ghin Wai and murdered him at the Western Gate!”

“You tyrants unjustly executed the innocent Wai Ghin after accusing him of a crime he didn’t commit at the Eastern Gate!” Kyimo replied, drawing her own weapon.

Aang slapped his hands to his head. These people … Okay, I know what do …

“Wait a second,” He shouted. “Ghin Wai…Wai Ghin? I know those guys.”

“Yes, yes,” Chumon waved dismissively, “We’re all aware of the story.”

“No!” Aang insisted, “I mean, I really knew them! I might not look it, but I am one hundred and eighteen years old. I was there, one hundred years ago on the day you’re talking about.”

He had everyone’s attention. Aang swallowed nervously. “There … seems to be a lot of confusion about what happened,” He began, trying to stall. “First off - Ghin Wai and Wai Ghin weren’t enemies. They were brothers … Twins in fact! And they were only fifteen. But most importantly, they were just playing a game.”

Sceptical looks coated everyone’s faces as Aang continued. “The Sacred Orb from the legend, that was the ball. And the Eastern and Western Gates were the goal posts. Ghin Wai had the ball and was running towards the goal post when he fell and fumbled it. Wai Ghin didn’t steal the ball; he picked it up and started running it back toward the other goal, but he stepped out of bounds. So the official put him in the penalty box, not an execution. There was no stealing, no murder - just a game.”

“You’re saying the Sacred Orb was actually a Sacred Ball?” Kyimo questioned.

“Nope,” Aang shook his head. “Just a regular ball.”

“What about our tribe’s Redemption Ritual?!” Shouted the pompous Gan Jin from the day before.

Aang felt the sweat beginning to run down his face, “That’s … what the game was called - Redemption. As soon as someone got the ball from one goal to the other, everyone would yell ‘REDEMPTION’!” Aang put his hands in the air, trying to offer as convincing a smile as he could muster.

The Gan Jin and Zhang still seemed sceptical.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Aang put a hand out, “Wai Ghin was a fucking slob, and Ghin Wai was super stuffy; most days they did not get along. That much was true. But they respected each other's differences enough to share the same playing field. They were brothers at the end of the day.”

Kyimo and Chumon exchanged a glance. “I suppose it’s time we forget the past. If we can survive that hellish canyon together, perhaps it's best if our tribes work together.”

Chumon bowed to her, and Kyimo bowed back. “We shall look to the future, reforged by the trials of our journey.”

The group travelled another two hours to find the campsite that the sick and elderly had established with Appa. The injured from the battle were treated, using up the last of the medical supplies for all three parties. Aang hugged his Sky Bison closely.

“Good to see you, buddy!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face. “Did you miss me?”

Appa licked Aang’s form, covering the Avatar in his slobber. Aang chuckled at the embrace from his best friend. Chumon approached Appa’s snout.

“I cannot thank you enough, Avatar,” Chumon said.

Aang turned, covered from head to toe in saliva. “Well, you know, I try.”

Chumon recoiled at the disgusting sight. He turned, moving back to where Kyimo and the other members of the Gan Jin and Zhangs were assembled. “Let us travel to the Earth Kingdom capital as one tribe.” 

Once again, all the voices in the tribes rose, but this time in cheers as they marched on.

“I’m going too!” Pung Buhan cried, chasing after them. “I’m sick of this place!”

Sokka and Katara were standing nearby. Aang smirked at his friends. Katara had her arm around Sokka’s waist, whilst Sokka’s hand was firmly cupping his sister’s ass. Katara’s head was resting on Sokka’s shoulder, and both were smiling.

“That’s some luck you knew Ghin Wai and Wai Ghin,” Sokka commented.

“You could call it luck,” Aang replied, grinning to himself. “Or you could call it lying.”

“What?!” Sokka exclaimed.

“I made the whole thing up,” Aang admitted, rubbing the back of his bald head.

“You did not,” Katara gasped, smiling evilly. “That is so wrong.”

“Now, where’s that custard tart?” Aang questioned, looking around. “I’m starving!”

As he moved off, Katara and Sokka looked at each other. Katara looked down at Sokka’s hard-on in his breeches whilst Sokka observed her stiff nipples.

They embraced with a kiss again, groping and squeezing each other.

“I want you,” Katara whispered. “I have for years.”

“I know,” Sokka replied. “I do too.”

They turned to watch Aang searching Appa’s saddle.

Katara grabbed Sokka’s hand, dragging him off into the forest. Once they were out of sight, the siblings embraced again, pressing their bodies together as their tongues wrestled for control in their mouths. Sokka’s hand grabbed hard at Katara’s firm ass under her thin skirt. Katara’s hand went to Sokka’s breeches, undoing the straps to loosen them and let his quickly hardening erection spring free. She moaned lustfully as her hands finally gripped his massive member. She looked down at it, like an angry predator in her small palms. She could feel his fast heartbeat in her hands. Drool began to run from Katara’s mouth. Like she was under a spell, she sank to her knees, now eye level with Sokka’s thick cock, leaking pre-cum. She licked her lips, stroking him slowly.

“It’s so big,” She said to herself.

“I get that a lot,” Sokka bragged, wincing in pleasure as his sister’s fingers danced up and down his shaft. “Damn, Katara, for someone who was a virgin last month, you know how to touch all the right spots~!”

He moaned as she cupped his balls, squeezing them tenderly.

“Just wait ‘till you see what the rest of me can do,” Katara smirked, eyeing his shaft. Her jaw opened, and her eyes closed, swallowing Sokka to his base with a single gulp. Sokkka’s head tossed back in pleasure, his hands burying into her hair. He began to thrust into Katara’s mouth. The Water Tribe Bimbo gulped and moaned and swallowed around the dick blocking her throat. A symphony of pleasure reached Sokka’s ears as spittle and pre bubbled from her lips, running down her chin and onto her tits. Katara felt tears streaming down her face. Sokka was far rougher than Aang typically was. Her free hand went to her cunt, shoving two fingers inside whilst her thumb began working her clit. Her other hand remained on Sokka’s ball sack.

The Water Tribe bimbo got a naughty idea. Her hand left Sokka’s nut sack, flicking through the air. Sokka paused for a moment as a strange feeling shot up his body.

“FUCK!” Sokka exclaimed, slam fucking his sister’s face unintentionally as he felt his cum churning harder than normal in his ball sack. Katara moaned, watching Sokka’s ball sack swaying under his massive member. Her brother had buried nearly two feet of dick into her throat, but she now had complete control over her reward. With a flick of her wrist, Sokka’s orgasm began. The Water Tribe warrior groaned as his cum raced down his shaft far faster than it had before. It slammed into Katara’s throat with a bruising force, quite literally splashing down in her stomach.

This sent the Water Tribe bimbo over the edge, spraying her own torrent of squirt onto the grass beneath her, staining her shoes. Sokka’s pulled from Katara’s mouth, hands loosening upon her head. Katara spluttered a cough as she gulped down air. Cum and spit flew from Sokka’s thick dick, arcing through the air and splattering to join the other juices upon the forest floor.

“D-did you just Cumbend?” Sokka asked. “Do you always do that?”

“No,” Katara replied, wiping some of the cum that had dripped onto her tit back into her mouth. “I just … felt inspired. Now c’mon.” Katara lay back, spreading her legs. “My pussy is jealous of the stretching my throat just got, and my ass wants a turn too!”

Sokka all but pounced on Katara, prying her legs open even further. His cock head was lined up with her pussy a second later, kissing her lips. He thrust inside her, like before; he wasn’t gentle. Katara’s form convulsed, her head flew backwards, tongue leapt from her mouth, eyes wide as her entire cunt clenched in pleasure as it was stretched to its limit by the sudden penetration. Her hand shot up, bracing herself against the rigid sea of muscles that made up her brother’s chest. Sokka gripped Katara by the incredibly thick thighs, sinking her fingers into her fleshy form. He began thrusting into her. Each thrust sent droplets of squirt flying from Katara’s cunt, which was itself sending shock waves of pleasure across Katara’s body.

Katara’s mind began to wander, replacing every thought she had with a single word - cock. She couldn’t even conjure enough brain power to retract her tongue, leaving it haphazardly hanging out the side of her mouth. Her eyes wandered off in two directions as she lost her focus, fingers gripping tighter, pulling up the dried winter grass beneath her.

“More!” Katara panted, her voice starting to rise. “More! More! More cock!”

Sokka was ever eager to please, slam fucking his cock balls deep as the thick cock head burst into his sister’s womb. Katara moaned in pleasure, her precious sacred chamber having gone a full day without penetration, which had left the Water Tribe bimbo a bit antsy. But all felt right with the world as Sokka’s cock head planted kisses upon her back wall as his low-hanging ball sack continued to tap on her brown asshole. Katara panted wildly, her entire form covered in sweat from the absolute workout Sokka was giving her.

Her tits finally sprang free from behind her thin tunic, shaking and bouncing wildly on her chest. Sokka’s mouth leaned down, catching one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking greedily at it. Katara shrieked a moaning coo as her body was rocked with an orgasm as Sokka’s teeth sank into her flesh.

“KEEP GOING! USE MY TITS! USE MY PUSSY! USE MY BODY!” She screamed. “HARDER!”

Aang was munching on the custard tart, having braved the pits of the Great Divide again to retrieve it. His shoulder wounds were completely reopened, staining his shoulders red with blood.

Worth it he thought as his weak arms had just enough strength to rip the tart apart and bring it to his lips. He heard Katara’s shrieks of pleasure from the nearby woods. He swallowed the morsel in his mouth, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t see either Sokka or Katara.

Are they… He wandered over to the bush, peaking through.

Katara was on her hands and knees, completely nude. Her ass was rippling and shaking, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the air. Her back was arched, her long ponytail wrapped around Sokka’s wrist as he pulled hard on it, his other hand sunk into the fat flesh of Katara’s hips. His massive cock was pistoning hard in and out of his sister’s asshole. 

“CUM INSIDE ME!” Katara screamed. “CUM INSIDE ME!”

Sokka grunted, slamming his cock inside her. Katara’s hand flicked through the air.

“FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” Sokka shrieked. He released Katara’s braid, holding her lower half steady. Aang watched Katara’s stomach flood with cum, inflating to nearly the size of her tits.

He took another bite of the tart, enjoying the show.