Avatar XXX

The groan of Appa filled the endless sea of white clouds. Aang basked in the warm glow of the sun, hidden behind the layer of fluff above him as well. Everything felt as if it were travelling in slow motion. His arms felt lethargic as he gave a slow whip upon Appa’s reins. The Sky Bison began to ascend, though the view didn’t change in the slightest. Aang’s gaze shifted to the left, spotting Sokka, flying beside him on his glider, smiling at the monk. He arced through the air, effortlessly, as he was kept aloft by the wind. Aang returned the smile, looking to his right to see Katara, once again dressed in a pair of skin-tight dark blue breeches. The Water Tribe woman gave Aang another smile as she soared through the air, sat upon the head of Momo, who was the same size as Appa.

We need you, Aang

We need you

No one in particular spoke it, but the symphony of voices reached Aang’s ears.

“I need you too,” Aang smiled at Katara, feeling love swelling in his heart. A cold chill ran over him as a breeze left him shuddering. He looked away from Katara, spotting a massive wall of dark grey clouds approaching.

“Be careful, guys!” Aang exclaimed, clenching the reins in his hands. He looked left and right. No one was there.

“Guys?” He shrank down in the saddle.

He looked ahead towards the cloud, his heart beating wildly in his chest. His hands gripped the leather reins tight in his hands. An old friend appeared before him. Eyes closed, in a meditative stance. The orange robes brought back nostalgic pain in Aang’s chest.

“Gyatso?” He choked out. 

The old monk looked up at Aang, opening his eyes; they were orbs of ash, no actual detail to them. “Why did you disappear?” His voice croaked out. 

“I…” Aang felt his words die in his throat. “I didn’t mean to.”

Gyatso’s eyes closed again, his form remaining in front of the monk. Aang reached forward hesitantly, a trembling finger grazing Gyatso’s necklace. The entire form of the elder turned to ash, spraying out across Appa’s back into Aang’s eyes. The Airbender covered his eyes, blocking the spray. Hesitantly, he opened them again, finding the storm cloud on top of him.

We need you, Aang

Aang screamed as Appa plummeted through the air. Hard rain splattered across his face, the wind pulling every scream he let out far and away into the vortex. With a SLAM, Aang was submerged in freezing water. The impact sent all the air from his lungs. Aang felt the frigid salt water in his lungs. His grip upon the leather reins loosened as his conciseness slipped away.

We need you, Aang

We need you

We need you, Aang

We need you

Aang felt his body sinking like lead, air bubbles the only thing escaping to the surface. His eyes closed a final time. There was a flash of light in the dark. The long black hair, rigid muscles, massive tits, and even bigger cock, hanging down to her feet.

Aang awoke with a scream upon the beach of the North-Western shores of the Earth Kingdom. Momo, who had been sleeping soundly on Aang’s chest, scampered away, running across the sleeping bags that housed Katara and Sokka. Both of the siblings shot up, terrified by whatever had caused Aang’s shout.

“Huh, what’s going on?” Sokka said sleepily, dagger in one hand, boomerang in the other. “Did we get captured again?”

Katara was completely nude, as she always was when she slept. Her focus was entirely on Aang, shaking slightly from the nightmare. The sun had just begun to rise, and the cool air of the night was still settled on the sands. Katara’s nipples instantly stiffened in the early morning air.

“It’s nothing,” Aang said, waving his hand. “I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep.”

Aang rolled over, curling up into a ball, facing away from Katara and Sokka as tears began to roll down his face. Sokka rolled over, in the other direction, shuffling back into his sleeping bag. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He muttered, closing his eyes. 

Katara, however, was undeterred. She leaned over towards Aang. For a moment, she reached out towards him, but relented, instead choosing to only use her words. “Are you alright, Aang?”

“I’m okay,” Aang replied without looking at her.

Katara remained undeterred, continuing her inquiry. “You seem to be having a lot of nightmares lately. You want to tell me about it?”

“I think I just need some rest,” Aang brushed her off.

Sokka shot up from his sleeping bag, a big grin on his face. “You guys wanna hear about my dream?”

Katara turned, giving her brother an unimpressed look. Sokka’s smile died on his face, realising his words had not helped the situation.

“That’s okay,” Sokka said, quite defeated. He lay back down, gesturing into the air with his arm. “Didn’t want to talk about it anyway …”

Katara lay down as well, but did not sleep. She spent the next hour just staring at Aang’s back. She felt a twisting feeling in her stomach, concern and worry running rampant in her veins.

The sun was completely in the sky an hour later. Their fire had gone out long before their first awakening, leaving the trio with little to clean up that morning. Katara was up first, having never gone back to sleep, and set about cleaning up camp. She slipped on her shoes and wrapped her thicc body in her thin tunic. Aang was on Appa’s head, setting up the reins. The Avatar seemed in a far better mood, smiling and chuckling as Appa groaned. One side of the reins was already set up as he scrambled across to set up the other half. He looked up into the cool morning sky. A blanket of pale blue covered them. A flock of Buejay-Geese flew overhead. 

“Look at those clear skies, buddy,” Aang smiled, gesturing to the sky. “Should be some smooth flying!”

Katara shook one of their knapsacks, earning only crumbs falling to the sand bar. Momo quickly scampered to them, eating the small nibbles that had been revealed.

“Well, we’d better smoothly fly ourselves to a market,” Katara stated as she walked up Appa’s tail towards the saddle. “Because we’re out of food.”

“Guys, wait!” Sokka cried. The Water Tribe warrior had been securing the equipment Katara had passed him on the back of the saddle. Katara and Aang both turned, looking at Sokka. “This was in my dream. We shouldn’t go to the market!”

Katara and Aang exchanged a glance. “What happened in your dream?” Katara asked.

“Food eats people!” Sokka exclaimed.

Both Katara and Aang let out a sigh, shaking their heads. Aang returned to the reins, whilst Katara continued her look of disapproval.

“Also,” Sokka added, turning to Momo. “Momo could talk. You said some very unkind words.” He crossed his arms, grunting at the Lemur-Bat. Momo chittered, her ears drooped, and she frowned at the Water Tribe warrior.

The Bluejay-Geese continued out over the sea of the Northwestern shore of the Earth Kingdom. They spotted a black blight upon the watering, billowing equally black smoke into the skies. They continued, squawking and crowing as they flew on. Upon the deck of the Fire Navy ship, Prince Zuko scoped out the shoreline several miles off. It was too far away for explicit details, but he was still able to make out some vague details. Zuko was enraged. It had been nearly two weeks since his last strong lead on the Avatar. He had managed to recover and repair his skiff, but that was only the most minor of victories in the banished prince’s mind.

His uncle, Iroh, was standing nearby rather stoically. He drew in a heavy breath through his nose, testing the air. He grunted, realising what was to come.

“There is a storm coming,” He stated. “A big one.”

Zuko pulled the far eye from his face, looking over to the old man with great contempt. “You’re out of your mind, Uncle,” Zuko declared. “The weather is perfect. There’s not a cloud in sight!”

Iroh took his nephew’s curt words in stride, simply continuing with his words. “A storm is approaching from the north.”

He turned to Zuko. “I suggest we alter our course and head southwest.” He tucked his hands into his sleeves, waiting for his nephew’s replies.

Zuko walked past Iroh, looking out to the endless blue before them. “We know the Avatar is travelling northward, so we will do the same.” Zuko pointed in the direction he intended to sail, scowling at his father.

“Prince Zuko,” Iroh said calmly. “Consider the safety of the crew.”

“The safety of the crew doesn’t matter!” Zuko shouted, his rage boiling over. His declaration carried over the high winds of the ship, reaching the ears of Lieutenant Jee. The head of the ship turned to the banished prince, his expression clear and direct.

He had heard what Zuko had said.

Zuko’s rage continued to manifest. The Prince marched forward, towards the flaring man. “Finding the Avatar is far more important than any individual's safety,” Zuko growled, glaring at Jee.

With that, Zuko walked away from Jee, entering the open door of the decks of his ship. He shut it hard behind him, leaving Jee and Iroh alone on the deck of the ship.

“He doesn’t mean that,” Iroh said, trying to reassure the soldier. “He’s just all worked up.”

Jee looked down at Iroh, grunting quietly and walking off, back into the bowels of the ship.

There was a fishing village quite literally embedded into the rocky, jagged shoreline about five miles north of where Aang and company had camped out. With nowhere to land, App plunged into the deep waters of the port, swimming up to occupy a spot on the docks that would be expected for ships. The Avatar, the warrior, and the bimbo disembarked. They went to the first food market they spotted. The group found themselves short on just about everything - food, funds, and (as usual) medical supplies. The financial strain was especially bad, spreading what they had thinner and thinner the further north they went.

Katara picked up a watermelon at an open stall. She examined it carefully. Something about it was wrong, the waterbender could tell. It felt heavier than its size let on, and the skin was coarse.

This thing is really green Katara thought to herself as she caressed the fruit.

“How fresh is this?” Katara asked the shop owner. A short woman dressed in a blue tunic. Bristly, thin black hair was up in a large top knot and across her face with square bangs. A small mole on her left cheek marked a stout face.

“Fresh,” She replied sharply.

Katara gave a sceptical glance, continuing to inspect the watermelon.

“But how fresh?” Katara asked. “A few days? How long has it been here?”

“It’s good, it’s perfect, I’m telling you!” The woman barked, gesturing her arms wildly.

Katara held the melon in either hand, shaking it hard. Her tits bounced wildly with her action, threatening to pop out of her thin top. The melon, meanwhile, let out a strange swishing sound. A sloshing noise that reminded Katara of her stomach when it was inflated with cum.

That’s fine for me … but my food? Katara pondered.

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that swishing.

“Swishing means it’s ripe!” The shopkeeper protested, moving from behind the stall to confront the waterbender. Her body was as stout as her face, shaped like a square with broad shoulders and wide hips. “It’s the ripe juices swishing around, huh?”

“I think it’s true, Katara,” Aang added from behind. “Swishing means it's ripe.”

Sokka approached from behind the Avatar, a basket full of produce. Katara’s expression was pained, quickly calculating the cost of what her brother had picked out.

If we get all that, we can’t get more gauze and stitching … we can always forage Katara reasoned.

“I just realised we’re out of money, anyway,” Katara said somberly. She put the melon back, offering the shopkeeper a weak smile. The woman grunted, reaching out and snatching the basket of food from Sokka’s hands.

With that, the trio moved to depart the market. The shopkeeper kicked, landing a blow on Sokka’s butt. The Water Tribe warrior looked at her with a wounded expression, rubbing the impact. As they continued back towards Appa, the Water Tribe warrior spoke up.

“Out of food and out of money,” He complained, rubbing his sore ass. “Now what are we supposed to do?”

“You could get a job, smart guy,” Katara teased, placing a hand on her wide, exposed hip. “We’ll probably just have to keep foraging and hunting. It’s more important we get bandaging and stuff like that.”

“You shouldn’t go out there! Please! The fish can wait! There’s going to be a terrible storm!”

The shout brought the attention of all three around. Neither Katara nor Sokka noted as Aang winced at her words. An older couple was on the same dock that they had moored Appa at. The man was dressed in green, a tunic and breeches, with a conical hat. His skin was leathery and tanned, from many years at sea. His thin face was covered in a massive white beard. His companion, a woman, was in light purple and greys. Where he was sleeveless and sandals, she was long sleeves and boots. Her grey hair was in a tight top knot with a needle through it. She had a large chin and a tight mouth. For a moment, Sokka thought it was his Gran-Gran.

“Aw, you’re crazy,” Dismissed the fisherman with a wave. “It’s a nice day! No clouds, no wind, no nothing. So quit your nagging, woman!” He levelled a finger right in her face. She was rubbing her sore knuckles, scowling at him.

“Maybe we should find some shelter,” Aang said softly, gripping his staff tightly. 

“Are you kidding?” Sokka asked, turning his head to his friend. “Shelter from what?” He gestured to the clear blue sky.

“My joints say there’s going to be a storm!” The woman continued. “A bad one!”

“Well, it’s your joints against my brain,” the fisherman replied.

The old woman crossed her arms. “Then I hope your brain can find someone else to haul that fish, ‘cus I ain’t coming!” She pointed to her chest.

“Then I’ll find a new fish hauler and pay ‘em double what you get!” The fisherman declared. By now, the entire market had stopped to watch their fight. “How do you like that?”

Sokka moved over to the duo, raising his hand. “I’ll go.”

The old man glanced at Sokka, pointing right at him. “You’re hired!” He turned back to the woman, crossing his arms and smirking in satisfaction.

Katara, stunned by the whole event, walked over to her brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. Sokka turned, seeing his sister’s confused look.

“What?” He asked. “You said get a job. And he’s paying double!”

“Double?!” The fisherman exclaimed, turning to look at Sokka. “Who told you that nonsense?”

“I was fucking kidding, Sokka,” Katara added in a blunt, annoyed tone.

A massive wall of dark grey clouds loomed in the distance. The Fire Prince’s Ship sailed towards it, sitting under a calm, cloudless sky. Prince Zuko wandered out on the deck of his ship, followed closely by Iroh. Lieutenant Jee, Eeko, and several other soldiers under his command watched the approaching storm clouds. Zuko glanced at it, but said nothing, continuing to walk towards the bow of his metal frigate. Jee spotted this, glaring at the Prince.

“Looks like your uncle was right about the storm after all,” he called to the Prince, crossing his arms.

“Lucky guess,” Iroh shrugged, hoping to defuse the situation, putting his hands up and standing between Zuko and Jee. Zuko turned, locking eyes with his subordinate.

“Lieutenant,” Zuko said sharply, turning to face him with his whole body. “You’d better learn some respect.”

Zuko crossed the distance between him and the Firebender, passing by Iroh to get directly into Jee’s face. “Or I will teach it to you.” Zuko drove two fingers into Jee’s chest, tapping his chest plate. The Prince then turned, walking off towards his intended destination of the bow.

Jee turned, watching Zuko walk off. “What the hell do you know about respect?”

Zuko paused; the Lieutenant had his attention. Anger rose in Jee’s chest like a burning fire. He considered for a moment stopping. But dismissed the idea. “The way you talk to everyone around here, from your hardworking crew to your esteemed uncle, shows you know nothing about respect!”

Iroh reached forward to try to calm Jee. But it was far too late. Jee gestured widely, putting his arms out. “You don’t care about anyone but yourself! Then again, what should I expect from a spoiled prince?”

Zuko turned on a heel, putting up his arms in a ready stance. Jee mirrored the matter. The rest of the soldiers stepped back.

“Easy now,” Iroh said, putting his hands up. The arm guards clashed, sending a spray of sparks. Smoke began to rise from the point where the soldier and the prince met, heating their bodies as they leered at one another. Iroh moved in between them, slapping their arms down.

“Enough!” He barked sternly. “We’re all a bit tired from being at sea so long.” He tucked his hands back into his massive sleeves. “I’m sure after a bowl of noodles, everyone will feel much better.” He smirked slyly at Jee. Jee said nothing, simply turning and leaving. Most of the soldiers followed him, save Eeko, who stayed, staring at the Prince.

Zuko turned away from his men, staring at the storm ahead of him. The Avatar was on the other side of it, he was sure.

“I don’t need your help keeping order on my ship,” Prince Zuko stated sternly without looking at his uncle. Iroh walked up to the prince, placing a hand on his shoulder. Zuko jerked away from him with a grunt, walking off.

The Grey cloud bank had reached the edge of sight for the rock side fishing village. Sokka was helping Shu Bo, the fisherman, load his vessel with netting and crates for storage. Aang stood, staring at the oncoming storm. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. His hand gripped his glider so tightly it threatened to snap in half.

“Sokka,” He finally spoke up. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Look at the sky.”

Sokka, who was carrying a large bag, turned to Aang. “I said I was gonna do this job. I can’t back out just because of some bad weather.” He moved below deck before Aang could say anything else.

“The boy with the tattoos has some sense,” En No, the old woman who was Shu Bo’s wife, pointed at Aang. “You should listen to him!”

With that, she finally left with a huff. Shu Bo placed a crate down on his boat, listening to his wife nag. A certain word caught his attention.

“Boy with tattoos?” He questioned. His head turned slowly, eyes coming to rest on Aang. Those old drawings his dad had shown him as a kid came to mind. He hadn’t paid much mind to the boy, having noticed him so little he had assumed it was a dyed mohawk atop the bald monk’s head.

“Airbender tattoos,” He whispered to himself. He stepped off his boat, approaching Aang.

“Well, I’ll be a Hog-Monkey’s uncle,” He said gruffly. “You’re the Avatar, ain’t you?”

“That’s right,” Katara smiled, placing her hands on her exposed mocha colored hips. Aang offered the man a warm smile.

“Well, don’t be smiley about it,” He barked at Aang. “The Avatar disappeared for a hundred years!” He pointed at Aang, driving his finger into the Avatar’s chest. “You turned your back on the world.”

“Don’t yell at him,” Katara hissed, moving up alongside the two. “Aang would never turn his back on anyone.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t, huh?” He stroked his beard. “Then I must have imagined that last hundred years of war and suffering and death!”

Katara stepped in between Shu Bo and Aang, once again placing her hands on her exposed hips. “Aang is the bravest person I know! He has done nothing but help people and save lives ever since I met him.”

Aang’s heartbeat was thudding in his ears. A ring overtook his hearing, blocking out whatever Katara and the fisherman were shouting about.

We need you, Aang  

We need you

We need you, Aang

Aang’s breath went short, the Airbender suddenly feeling like no matter how deeply he inhaled, he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. His legs became like jelly, shuffling backwards, worried that if he took an actual step, he would collapse. Tears began welling up in his eyes. The image of Monk Gyatso’s skeleton was everywhere Aang looked.

“It’s not his fault he disappeared, right, Aang!” Katara hissed, turning to look at the monk. Surprise was clear on her face, having not realised the monk had been retreating the entire time she had been arguing with Shu Bo.

“Aang?” She asked in a confused tone. “What’s wrong?”

We need you, Aang

We need you

Aang turned, throwing his glider into the air. The monk took off with a gust of air, disappearing up into the mountains. Katara could only watch, completely dumfounded by what Aang had done.

“That’s right!” Shu Bo shouted. “Keep flying!”

“You’re a horrible old man,” Katara leered at him. Shu Bo simply grunted, crossing his arms. Katara sprinted to Appa, leaping onto his head.

“Appa, Yip-Yip!” She commanded. The soaked Sky Bison leapt into the air, spraying down seawater onto the docks and roofs of the market stalls nearby. In a flash, the beast was gone over the mountains as well. Shu Bo was soaked by the splash; the old man grunted in annoyance.

Sokka emerged from below deck just in time to see Katara disappear into the mountains. “Hey!” He exclaimed. “They left without saying goodbye, what the hell!”

“Your friends ain’t too polite, are they?” Shu Bo noted, moving to grab more equipment to load.

“I know!” Sokka nodded. “This one time I-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Shu Bo said dismissively, loading a crate onto the deck. “Get below deck.”

He thrust the heavy great into Sokka’s hands, moving off to go unmoor his boat.

It took Katara nearly an hour to find Aang up in the mountains. By the time she did, the storm was on the port city, and had been for some time. She was soaked to the bone, and her thin tunic was see-through. She barely managed to spot the orange dot that was Aang’s form, hiding in an old artificial cave in the cliffside. She landed Appa on the outcropping that led to where Aang was. The monk was sitting with his back to the entrance, legs tucked up to his chest. Katara wandered in, finally out of the rain.

“I’m sorry for running away,” Aang said quietly without looking at Katara.

“It’s okay, that fisherman was way out of line,” Katara replied in a soft tone.

“Actually …” Aang sighed. “He wasn’t.”

An eyebrow on Katara’s face was raised in interest at Aang’s words. “What do you mean?”

Finally, the monk turned his head, and Katara could see tear stains on his cheeks. “I don’t want to talk about it,” He choked out. Katara approached him, crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It has to do with your dream, doesn’t it?” She asked quietly. “Talk to me.”

“Well,” Aang finally met her gaze. “It’s kind of a long story.”

Aang and Katara both winced as Appa gave a loud grunt, echoing in the massive cavern. The soaked Sky Bison sniffed at Aang, offering the monk some comfort. Momo scampered by, shaking her fur.

Katara stood up. Her hands went to the sash on her thin waist. With a quick work of the knot, the tunic that was clinging to her skin loosened slightly. Katara peeled it off, revealing her gorgeous nude form, slick and shiny with rainwater. She tossed her soaked, heavy tunic up; it landed around one of Appa’s horns perfectly. She stepped out of her shoes as well, leaving her form entirely naked. Her feet were the only dry part of her body.

“I’m gonna try to get a little fire going,” Katara said, wandering towards some dead bushes just beyond them in the cave. Aang pet Appa, feeling the sadness in his heart lighten slightly.

Katara brought back some meagre twigs; it wouldn’t be a large fire, but it would suffice. Aang had removed his tunic and part of his gi, leaving the monk in only his pants. Katara struck two stones together, sending sparks into the gathering of twigs. It caught well, burning quickly. She sat down next to Aang, shivering slightly from the cold air of the cave and the lack of covering. They looked at one another, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment.

Katara’s hand went up to Aang’s cheek, caressing it as her thumb traced where he had been crying. She leaned in, kissing Aang and closing her eyes. Aang reached up, holding her by the soaked arm. Katara’s other hand went to Aang’s crotch, rubbing at his completely flaccid member. She could feel it swelling and stiffening in her fingers. She gripped tighter, desperate to feel it without the confines of the cloth he was still wearing. She broke the kiss for a moment, a line of spit connecting their lips.

“Take your breeches off, please,” She shuddered. “I need to see it. I need to feel it.”

Aang moved away, standing up. Katara’s eyes were level with Aang’s pelvis. She moaned, biting her lower lip and shoved her massive rack together with her upper arms, shaking them seductively. Aang undid the fastenings of his breeches and dropped them to his ankles. His thick, pale cock sprang free, arching up and coming to rest upon Katara’s right shoulder. The Water Tribe bimbo’s arm went up, wrapping around his thick shaft and embracing it with an intimate hug. Her lips went to his cock, giving her favourite dick a loving kiss hello. Aang let out a stuttered exhale, his hands dancing in the air for a moment. A bolt of lightning lit the cave, illuminating the nude two. A devastating smash of thunder cut through the silence. Katara and Aang both looked out to the sea, watching the rain coming down hard.

“I’ll never forget the day the monks told me I was the Avatar,” Aang recalled. He shuddered a moment later. His gaze returned to Katara, who was now swallowing down his thick shaft, slurping and gagging on the top half of his cock. Her eyes were locked into his own, staring into his very soul, silently calling on him to continue his story. Aang reached out, grabbing Katara’s head and pushing her further down on his penis. Her hands came up, bracing herself on his athletic legs.

“I was playing with some other kids just outside the south wall. I was trying to teach them how to do the air scooter…”

It was a warm summer day at the Southern Air Temple. The air was filled with music and laughter. A twelve-year-old Aang was surrounded by four of his friends - Ingo, Geng, Gyoshi, and Kelsang. Of the four, Aang was the only one with Air Nomad tattoos decorating his skin. All of his companions paid close attention as the young monk explained his technique.

“First, you form a ball,” Aang explained, throwing his arms around to form the air ball that he had just described. He leapt into the air, driving his right foot towards the ground. The circling wind sphere suspended him upon his foot. He placed his fists together, which allowed him to maintain the form of the ball. A dust cloud kicked up from the impact of Aang slamming into his scooter. With a chuckle, the Air Nomad took off, buzzing around the yard under the south wall nearly as fast as he could run. What really caught his friends by surprise was when Aang rode up the south wall, under an arch, and along a hand railing to build speed and fly past his friends.

“Okay, here it goes!” Gyoshi, a rather tall and thin monk boy, declared, summoning air the way Aang had.

“Quick!” Aang encouraged. “Get on!”

Gyoshi leapt onto the ball, slamming his butt down on it. Instantly, Gyoshi went spinning like a top. He let out a yell in shock as he was thrown around and finally tossed off. Aang watched the airball fly off into the skies as Gyoshi slammed down on his back. Aang leapt from his ball, chuckling to himself. Gyoshi sat up, rubbing his head.

“You kind of have to balance on it like a top,” Aang instructed, spinning his finger around to accentuate his point.

“Man,” Gyoshi grunted. “That’s hard.”

Ingo, who was younger than the rest of the kids, walked over to Aang, tugging on his Gi. “Where did you learn that trick, Aang?” He asked.

“I made it up,” Aang shrugged with a smile. Ingo’s eyes went wide with admiration at the declaration.

“Wow…” He said, his tiny mind blown.

“Aang, come with us,” A voice called. All parties present turned to spot Monk Gyatso and the Council of Elder Monks, four others in total. “We need to speak with you.”

Aang and his friends shared some glances, but all the same, the young monk left, following his personal mentor and the others. His nerves were on edge, hesitantly moving into the temple. None of them spoke another word to him until they arrived in the main chamber where the Elder Monks met. A tiled floor with five cushioned seats. They all sat whilst Aang knelt on the floor, looking at the gathered group.

“Aang,” Gyatso began. “I must apologise for the disturbance today. I had preferred to wait until you were sixteen, as was tradition, but I was outvoted. We must inform you of the truth. You are the Avatar.”

“How do you know it’s me?” Aang asked, almost refusing to believe him.

“We have known you were the Avatar for some time,” Said Konchok, an elder with a unibrow and a goatee. He pulled a cloth roll from his bulky sleeve. He tossed it into the air, giving it a gentle push through the air. “Do you remember these?”

It landed softly in front of Aang, rolling open to reveal four children’s toys. Aang smiled gleefully, reaching down for one toy - a wooden stick with a pinwheel and a string.

“Those are some of my favourite toys when I was little!” Aang exclaimed with a nostalgic smile.

“You chose them from among thousands of toys, Aang,” Konchok continued to explain. “The toys you picked were the four Avatar relics. These items belonged to Avatars' past. Your own past lives.”

Aang shrugged, only half listening to the monk. “I just chose them because they seemed fun.” He pulled the string, sending the pinwheel up and out of the wooden stick, revealing that it was attached to a smaller stick jammed inside the first.

“You chose them because they were familiar,” Knochok said sternly.

“Normally,” Gyatso interjected. “We would have told you of your identity when you turned sixteen. But there are troubling signs. Storm clouds are gathering.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, now quite confused by the words the elders were saying.

Lasheel, the Eldest of the Elder Monk, sat between Konchok and Gyatso in the centre of the five, and finally spoke. “I fear war may be upon us, young Avatar.”

“We need you, Aang,” Gyatso said somberly.

Aang was sitting, leaning against the cavern wall. His head was reclined, looking up at the ceiling above him. The sound of Katara’s sloppy blowjob filled the air as she had with ease reached his pubic bone, making out with his ball sack whilst swallowing his cock. His hand became weak upon her head, falling away as she continued without any further encouragement, desperate for his load. One hand was down between her thick thighs, playing with her clit, fingers soaked in her own juices. He had been regaling Katara with the story of his childhood. He knew that through all the gagging and the slurping and all the gurgling, she was listening. She caressed his ball sack, sending a shudder of pleasure down his spine.

With a long slurp, Katara hollowed out her cheeks, pulling her mouth all the way up Aang’s cock. She had to arch her back up to nearly completely square to her fat ass as the massive cock head finally popped from her mouth, retreating all the way out from her stomach. She moaned, spittle and pre-cum flying everywhere. It splattered down onto Aang’s chest and stomach, though he paid it little mind. She stroked his cock from base to tip, putting her entire arm into it. Sensing Aang’s disinterest, she moved forward, wrapping the bottom half of Aang’s cock in her tits, smothering it underneath. Aang moaned as Katara began to bump her massive chest up and down his cock, her tits so massive they always covered half of his cock. She gave him a warm, reassuring smile as she continued to do all she could to bring some pleasure in what was clearly a rough time. Another lightning bolt illuminated the cavern, followed by a thunderclap. Katara’s head dove back down onto Aang’s cock, swallowing the bulbous head into her mouth. Aang’s legs on the dust-covered cavern floor shuddered as the orgasmic pleasure rose in his form. His cock bucked and twitched wildly, trying to break free from the containment of Katara’s mouth and tits. Katara let out a long, low moan as she continued to make love to Aang’s cock head. Her other hand massaged and caressed his ball sack.

So much cum just waiting for me Katara thought to herself I can practically hear it calling out to me!

The storm waters were choppy. The massive metal behemoth torqued and pitched through the waves as they sloshed up onto the empty deck. A barrel had been set up between the men, filled with garbage and some oil and lit aflame by Jee. The chef had passed around his homemade grog. It was hard stuff that burned the throat of all who drank it. But all the same, they drank deep. Jee had been drinking the most, a subtle storm brewing on his face as he began to drink his fourth cup. Aside from Jee and the chef, there was the chief engineer and the sergeant of the nonbender soldiers on the ship.

“I’m sick of taking his orders,” He growled. “And I’m tired of chasing his Avatar. I mean, who does Zuko think he is?”

“Do you really want to know?” Called a familiar voice.

Jee and the nonbender sargent leapt to their feet in a panic, staring up at the silhouetted man standing above them on the catwalks. Panic ran through both their veins.

“General Iroh!” Jee exclaimed. “We were just-”

Iroh put up a hand, silencing the men. “It’s okay. May I join you?”

“Of course, Sir,” Jee nodded.

The two men sat down as Iroh descended the stairwell nearby. The old general approached the group, dragging over a crate to sit upon. Iroh cast a glance at all four men, examining their faces. All of them still seemed afraid of the general. He stroked his chin, pulling at his goatee.

“Try to understand,” Iroh began. “My nephew is a complicated young man. He has been through much.”

It was nearly a decade back, as Iroh recalled. Zuko was fourteen. The boy wore a full head of hair then, long and black and in a long and tall ponytail. All perfectly combed and oiled, except a single bang out of place. He was clad in the armour of a soldier, now sporting leg guards and armour below the waist on account of the formality of the meeting and his age. He moved confidently through the halls of the palace towards the entrance to the war room.

Tworoyal palace guards stood at attention, flanking the doors. Three elder generals entered the room before Zuko. The young prince continued his march towards the entrance. As Zuko reached the threshold, covered with a drape made in the Fire Nation emblem, a guard stepped in the way.

“Let me in!” Zuko demanded.

Iroh came up from behind, placing a hand on Zuko’s shoulder, trying to quell the anger of the young man. “Prince Zuko, what’s wrong?”

Zuko turned to face his uncle, a look of sadness upon his face. “I want to go into the War Chamber, but the guard won’t let me pass.” He gestured to the man, pressing his thumb into the man’s chest.

Iroh pulled Zuko away, ushering him further up the hallway. “You’re not missing anything, trust me.” Iroh put his arm around Zuko’s shoulder as they walked. “These meetings are dreadfully boring.”

Iroh could see Zuko’s hands clenched in fists of rage, the young man trembling with a fury that seemed not to understand its purpose or target. Iroh frowned, his heart saddened by Zuko’s rage. Zuko looked down at the floor, thinking for a moment before speaking.

“If I’m going to rule this Nation one day, don’t you think I need to start learning as much as I can?” The boy had a wide-eyed, innocent smile. The pity in Iroh’s heart swelled even greater; such innocence seemed wrong in this place.

“Very well,” Iroh relented. “But you must promise me not to speak.” He turned and spotted a bald general entering the chambers. “These old folks are a bit sensitive, you know.”

“Thank you, Uncle!” Zuko bowed low to his uncle, his smile never fading. Iroh once again wrapped his hand around Zuko’s shoulder, ushering the boy in with him.

The air in the chamber was different, Iroh sensed. The generals all turned, leering at the young prince. Iroh knew the truth of what they thought of Zuko. It was the same thing they had thought of him in the early days of his military career - before he had won them over. Zuko and Iroh were anomalies in the royal family. Males. For generations back, as long as anyone could remember, the Fire Lord had been neither male nor female but futanari, a rare third gender said to be exclusive to dragons. This, for the royal family, was a symbol of their Divine Right to rule. Iroh, Zuko, and another had been the first and so far only members of the family to be born entirely of one gender. It was seen as an ill omen; it had caused quite a stir, led to some question thr power of the throne.

Iroh and Zuko took their seats with all the other generals. Zuko seemed to take no notice of the leers and glares being offered to them. Iroh’s failure at Ba-Sing-Se had brought him lower in their opinion as well. Many had been happy when Azulon had passed over Iroh for Ozai.

“The Earth Kingdom’s defences are concentrated here,” One of the generals explained, pointing at the large painted map around which they were all seated. It was an area south of the Capitol. “A dangerous battalion of their strongest earthbenders and fiercest warriors.”

He used his pointer stick to wrap around a token meant to represent the Fire Nation’s own troops. A mini statue with the emblem carved on top of it. “I am recommending the forty-first division.” He slid the token forward, surrounding the one block with seven Earth Kingdom tokens.

Another general with a long white beard raised an eyebrow to his colleague. “But the forty-first is entirely new recruits. How do you expect them to defeat a powerful Earth Kingdom battalion?”

“I don’t,” The first man smirked slyly. “They’ll be used as a distraction while we mount an attack from the rear.” He looked around, grinning at all the men. “What better to use as bait than fresh meat?”

Before Iroh could fully grasp the horrors of the general's plan, Zuko was on his feet. “You can’t sacrifice an entire division like that!” The young prince exclaimed. “Those soldiers love and defend our nation! How can you betray them?”

Zuko’s head twisted this way and that as he spoke. His young eyes found not a single gaze of agreement; all the old men stared back with twisted scowls of hatred. The room went silent.

“Zuko was right, you see,” Iroh concluded, stroking his chin. “But it was not his place to speak out. And there were … dire consequences. After Zuko’s outburst in the meeting,” Iroh continued. “The Fire Lord became very angry with him. She said that Prince Zuko’s challenge of the general was an act of complete disrespect. And there was only one way to resolve this.”

“Agni Kai,” Jee muttered. “A fire duel.”

“That’s right,” Iroh nodded solemnly. “Zuko looked upon the old general he had insulted and declared he was not afraid. But Zuko misunderstood. When Zuko turned to face his opponent, he was surprised to see it was not the general. Zuko had spoken out against the general’s plan, but by doing so in the Fire Lord’s war room, it was the Fire Lord whom he had disrespected. Zuko would have to duel his own mother. When Prince Zuko saw that it was his mother who had come to duel him, he begged for mercy.”

Zuko fell to his knees in front of the gathered crowd of generals, commanders, and other important military members. Firelord Ozai had summoned every person of remote station and prestige in the capital to witness what many had come to regard as an execution. The nude son fell to the floor, tears filling his eyes.

“Please, mother!” He called. “I only had the Fire Nation’s best interest at heart! I’m sorry I spoke out of turn!”

Ozai began to march across the arena. Her long, fat cock dragged on the ground between her feet. Some whispered that Ozai was the most well-endowed futanari the royal family had ever produced, another sign she was truly Azulon’s heir. “You will fight for your honour,” Ozai declared.

“I meant you no disrespect,” Zuko continued his pleas. “I am your loyal son.”

Ozai continued her march forward, the flames in the torches rising at her mere presence. “Rise and fight, Prince Zuko.”

Zuko bowed his head. “I won’t fight you.”

“You will learn respect. And suffering will be your teacher,” Ozai declared. Zuko looked up, tears streaming from his eyes to gaze upon the form of his futanari mother above him.

Zuko’s screams filled the room as Iroh tore his head from the scene.

“I looked away,” Iroh finished. The four men assembled with him all shifted uncomfortably in their seats. None of them seemed moved to speak.

“I always thought …” Jee’s voice trailed off. “That Prince Zuko was in a training accident.”

“It was no accident,” Iroh stated sternly, shaking his head. “After the duel, the Fire Lord said that by refusing to fight, Zuko had shown shameful weakness. As punishment, he was banished and sent to capture the Avatar. Only then could he return with his honour.”

Jee stared into the flames, reflecting on what Iroh had said to him. The angry little princeling had been a gruff commander to follow. Jee had asked for shore leave some years back, but Zuko had refused him. In fact, no man on the ship had returned home in nearly ten years. “So that’s why he’s so obsessed. Capturing the Avatar is the only chance he has of things returning to normal.”

Iroh grimaced at Jee’s words. He imagined his young nephew in his mind. The young boy who had begged to be allowed into the war meeting. That was the last day he had ever smiled. “This will never return to normal,” Iroh replied, “But the important thing is, the Avatar gives Zuko hope.”

“So you were upset that you were the Avatar?” Katara asked as she released Aang’s swollen cock head from her mouth. “Why wouldn’t you be excited about it?” With her question asked, she swallowed his cock head again, sucking down nearly a foot worth of his Air bender shaft, burying her head in her own tits.

“Well … I didn’t know how to feel,” Aang reflected, wincing as his orgasm continued to build. He was so close, but part of him felt reluctant to finish. “All I knew was that after I found out, everything  began changing.”

A fourteen-year-old Aang wandered into the yards beneath the Southern Wall. Dozens of air scooters flew around the area, filled with the laughter of his many friends. Aang beamed a smile of pride at how much his friends had improved in the rather complicated technique.

“Hey, not bad,” He called to everyone. “You guys have been practising?”

“Not only that,” Said Ingo as he scootered around Aang. “We made up a game you can play with the air scooters!”

Aang’s smile beamed wider than ever as joy filled the monk’s heart. “Hell yeah!” Aang exclaimed.

Aang summoned his airball, leaping into place. As his foot touched the ball to centre himself. However, everyone in the courtyard dismounted, all sharing strange glances. Aang looked from monk to monk, finding none would meet his gaze.

“What’s going on?” A confused Aang asked.

“Now that you’re the Avatar, it’s kind of an unfair advantage for whichever team you’re on,” Gyoshi explained with a shrug. 

“But I’m still the same,” Aang replied, offering a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s changed!”

“You’re still the only one with tattoos, and that makes you the only master here,” Ingo added.

“So what? I can’t play?” Aang asked, his voice cracked.

Gyoshi shrugged again. “That’s the only fair way.”

Aang dismissed his airball; his boots hit the ground with a soft thud. Aang turned his back on his friends, walking away. “Oh, okay.”

“Sorry, Aang,” Ingo called after the monk.

Katara’s slurping filled the cavern as Aang’s voice trailed off. He let out a grunt as he felt another push for his release. Katara sucked hard at what was implied encouragement. Aang’s hands went to Katara’s head, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth down his cock. His balls contracted in her hand. Her own hand went up, flicking her wrist. Aang gasped as he felt a surge of cum flying up his shaft in a volume he’d never experienced before. Katara’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as a torrent of cum erupted from Aang’s dick head into her stomach. Spittle and drool bubbled and ran from her mouth as she let out a long, low moan in pleasure. Her own core clenched around her fingers as a satisfying small orgasm hit her form. Katara sucked hard as she pulled the cock from her throat. She cleaned as she went, darting her tongue around to scoop up any cum or masses of spit she left behind.

With apop, it exited her mouth. She grinned happily, stroking Aang’s still hard cock.

“So wait, the monk’s told you when you were twelve?” Katara asked. “And you were already a master. Why didn’t you go straight to the Water Tribes?”

“Because if that happened, the monks thought it could be taken as a sign of aggression, telling me so early. The idea was that I would be sent away in secret when I was fifteen and keep my location a secret. It never got that far, though.”

“Even if they had told you when you were sixteen … that’s still two years you stayed at the temple,” Katara noted.

The sepia-skinned Water Tribe girl leaned back, lying down upon the cavern floor. Her hands went to her massive, massive tits, shaking the two flesh orbs together to entice Aang. The Avatar smirked, moving over to take his stop. He mounted her, straddling her thin stomach. His cock disappeared between her tits, lubed up by her thorough spit-shine cleaning. Katara craned her neck to wrap her lips around Aang’s cock head. She used her hands to press her breasts together tightly around his manhood.

Aang was fifteen years old. He sat in Gyatso’s chambers at a Pai-Sho table. His mind was still on his friends, as it had been for months. They barely spoke to him anymore, and he seemed to spend all day training with beyond master level technique after beyond master level technique. The negotiations to send him to the southern Water Tribe for training had broken down, according to Gyatso, who sat across from him playing Pai-Sho. Aang pressed a token into place, not even paying enough attention to know if his move was legal for the game.

Gyatso leaned forward to inspect the table, an arm behind his back and a hand stroking his chin.

“Very interesting move, young one,” he commented.

This brought Aang’s attention back to reality. He leaned over the board, inspecting his piece. “What do you mean?” It seemed like a rather mundane one. Aang felt a breeze at his back. His orange Gi flipped up and over his eyes. Aang brushed away, looking back at the table. His piece was gone, replaced with the White Lotus tile that had been near his. Gyatso’s tile.

“Hey,” Aang pointed at the table, smiling for the first time in weeks. Both began laughing at the harmless prank.

The wooden door to the room opened. A mortified-looking Konchok stood in the threshold to the hallway. “You’re playing games with him?” He asked in a tone of disgust. “The Avatar should be training!”

Gyatso gave Konchok a dismissive wave. “Aang has already trained enough for today,” Konchok grunted, changing his gaze from Gyatso to Aang.

“Time is short, come with me. I must test you on some high-level techniques,” he instructed, turning to leave. Aang gave Gyatso a confused look as he rose from the table. The Avatar only got three steps to the door before Gyatso raised his hand.

“No,” He said sternly. “As long as I am his Guardian, I will decide when he trains. And when he kicks his ass kicked at Pai-Sho.” Konchok grunted and turned to leave.

Aang was thrusting with a steady pace through Katara’s velvet soft tits. The Water Tribe bimbo was silent once again, enjoying the taste of Avatar Cock on her lips. She jiggled her tits around Aang’s cock, moaning in encouragement for him to keep going. Aang’s arms went down, pushing Katara’s own hands out of the way as he grabbed her massive rack. He began to thrust harder, burying half a foot of cock into Katara’s mouth every time. Katara whimpered in surprise at the sudden rough handling, but soon found pleasure in it. Her arms reached around Aang to her clit once again, massaging her way to yet another orgasm of her own. Still, pity was heavy in her heart for Aang. She met his eyes. He was staring down at the floor, though she was certain he didn’t truly hear. The thrusts through her chest valley felt almost like muscle memory, none of the love, tenderness, and energy that he normally brought her. Even his pre-cum tasted like it had leaked out for the sake of how things go rather than arousal. It was a dulled taste on her lips. Katara pulled her mouth away, gasping for air.

“Hey, if you don’t want to keep talking about it, we can just fuck instead,” Katara said in a reassuring tone.

“No…” Aang replied. “This is helping, all of it.”

“I see why you admired Gyatso; he seemed to be the only one who cared about you and not your status,” Katara noted.

Aang nodded. “Then, just when I was starting to feel better, something worse happened.”

“Aang needs to have freedom and fun,” Gyatso argued to Konchok and Lasheel. “You two have robbed him of the chance to grow up as a normal boy.”

Konchok scoffed, turning his head, “You cannot keep protecting him from his destiny. We’ve already been delayed two years in sending him for further training because of your sabotage.”

Lasheel raised a hand to silence the two. “Gyatso, I know you mean well, but you are letting your affection for the boy cloud your judgment.”

“All I want is what is best for him,” Gyatso replied sternly.

“But what we need is what is best for the world,” Lasheel replied calmly. He took a moment to consider his next words carefully, “You and Aang must be separated. The Avatar will be sent away to the Southern Water Tribe to begin his training.”

Gyatso lowered his head, accepting the decision.

Up above in the rafters of the building, Aang’s heart beat in his chest at the news. He trembled, feeling ready to vomit.

Cum splattered across Katara’s face and chest. Aang let out an angry grunt as Katara continued to bend extra spurts of his load from his nut sack and onto herself. She was properly glazed from hair to tits in Aang’s familiar cum. Aang rose, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.

“That’s awful, Aang,” Katara said, rising to her feet, cum running down her form. “I don’t know what to say.”

She reached for him, but he moved away from her. Aang balled up his fists in rage, staring at the cavern wall, “How could they do that to me? They stole my life! They wanted to take away everything I knew and everyone I loved!” The Avatar shouted, winds rose high from his form, tattoos beginning to glow. Katara recoiled at the power as flames from the campfire leapt two or three feet in the air. She backed away as the heat hit her body.

“Whoa, hot cinders!” She exclaimed as some burning ashes hit her skin.

Aang let out a sigh, calming himself. “I’m sorry I got so mad.”

He turned around, moving back over to the fire.

“You have a right to be angry,” Katara replied as they both sat again. She was still drenched in cum, dripping onto the cavern floor. She crossed her bare arms, puffing up her massive chest. “After the monks sent you away like that.”

Aang choked back tears. “Well … that’s not exactly what happened.”

Katara raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“I was afraid and confused. I didn’t know what to do.”

It was a dark and stormy night as Gyatso wandered the halls of the Southern Air Temple. He arrived at Aang’s room, opening the door slowly.

“Aang,” He called inside. “I’m not going to let them take you away from me.”

Gyatso opened the door fully, entering the chamber. Aang’s bed was empty, save for a scroll set upon the sheets. “Aang?”

Gyatso moved across the room, opening and reading the scroll. He looked out the window, and a proper typhoon raged outside the temple window. “No.”

“I never saw Gyatso again,” Aang continued. “Appa and I were flying north to Omashu. We didn’t make it far. The storm forced us into the sea. A massive wave crashed over our heads … the next thing I knew, I was waking up in your arms after you found me in the iceberg.”

“You ran away,” Katara realised.

Aang looked at her, tears rolling down his face. “And then the Fire Nation attacked our temple. My people needed me, and I wasn’t there to help.”

Katara opened her mouth to speak, but found nothing would come. She stuttered before finally getting out words, “You don’t know what would hav-”

“The world needed me, and I wasn’t there to help!” Aang exclaimed.

“Aang-”

“The fisherman was right,” Aang declared. “I did turn my back on the world.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Katara insisted.“Even if you did run away. I think it was meant to be. If you had stayed, you would have been killed along with all the other airbenders.”

“You don’t know that,” Aang hissed.

“I know it’s meant to be this way,” Katara insisted. “The world needs you now. You give people hope.”

Aang wiped his tears away. Katara gave him a warm smile. Momo chittered as she ran to Aang’s side, scratching up against his nude leg. Aang scratched behind her ears where she liked it. The cum stained girl shuffled over, leaning in to Aang. The monk leaned back, kissing the Water Tribe bimbo on the lips. Quickly, their tongues began to wrestle for control within their mouths.

“HELP!” A voice called, breaking their embrace. “Oh, please help!”

Katara and Aang looked to the mouth of the cave. It was En No, wrapped in a jacket for the rain. Katara and Aang scrambled to their feet. Aang set about dressing himself whilst Katara raced over to the exit, pulling the old lady in from the rain. The bimbo wasn’t even upset as the torrential rain washed away some of the semi-dry cum that was coating her upper half.

“It’s okay,” Katara reassured her. “You’re safe.”

“But my husband isn’t,” En No replied, taking off her hood.

“What do you mean?” Katara asked, fear gripping her words. “Where’s Sokka?”

“They haven’t returned,” said the old woman as she was ushered over to the campfire. “They should have been back by now, and this storm is becoming a typhoon! They’re caught out at sea!”

The words hit Aang like projectiles. He fastened the gi around his arms with resolve, turning to face the old woman and the nude Waterbender. His face was a steel mask of resolve, fists clenched closed. “I’m going to find them.” He stated bluntly.

Katara nodded. “I’m going with you.”

“I’m staying here!” En No declared, sitting down in front of the fire.

Aang turned, gesturing for Appa to get up. The Sky Bison bellowed, walking past the fire and out to the cavern entrance. Aang and Katara followed, staring out at the massive curtain of rain dropping down on the land below. Momo huddled around the flames, staring at her companions with worry.

“Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” Aang asked Katara as she boarded Appa.

“No time,” Katara replied. “The more time we waste, the more danger Sokka is in.”

Aang nodded, turning back to En No and Momo. “We’ll be back soon, I promise.”

With that, Aang boarded Appa. “Yip Yip.” He snapped the reins. And with a roar and a groan, the Sky Bison took off into the headwind.

The storm was rocking the massive black ship every which way. The grunting and straining of the metal was matched only in sound by the groaning and cooing of Eeko from Zuko’s chambers. The firebender soldier was on her back and completely nude. Her massive pale tits jiggle and shook in fast circles as the banished prince pistoned in and out of her as hard as he could. His muscular arms clamped around her own, keeping the soldier and subordinate pinned to the bed as his thick cock stretched her cunt wide and thrust in deep. His cock head was kissing the backside of her womb as his ball sack slapped against her well fucked asshole.

Even as Eeko shrieked and moaned with pleasure, screaming Zuko’s name as she came around his cock, the fire prince’s mind was not in the room or even in the girl; his dick was. His mind was thousands of miles away. The rage in his heart was escaping through his cock into Eeko’s cunt, bruising thefirebender’s guts. Her shrieks fell on deaf ears as the banished prince was unable to see past his memories. The feeling of Ozai’s hand on his back, he and his sister moving through the tall grasses of Ember Island.

His grip on Eeko’s arms tightened, pushing hard into her skin. His thrusts became more violent, beating into Eeko with reckless abandon.

“Z-Zuko,” She managed to moan out.  “T-that … Ouch! That hurts! Zuko, stop!”

Zuko didn’t hear her, continuing, his gaze moved from her, scowling over at the dragon shrine he kept in his room. “Zuko!” Eeko shrieked, “Stop! Get off me!” Her hands scrambled to try to grasp Zuko’s muscular arms, but his grip on her was too strong, keeping her beneath him with his weight.

“No!” Eeko shouted as Zuko hilted himself inside her entirely, shuddering in fear of what was cumming. She felt Zuko’s cock buck inside her womb. Her shriek pierced the air as Zuko emptied his load of boiling cum into Eeko, searing her from the inside out. The burning hot cum overflowed from Eeko’s cunt, staining Zuko’s bedsheets and singeing the cloth. Eeko’s hands grabbed hard into the sheets, her entire body convulsing as she came from the sheer pain of the burning, boiling liquid in her twat. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and Eeko passed out. 

Zuko’s grip loosened on Eeko’s unconscious form, pulling his deflating cock from her cunt. Steam was rising from his cock slit as burning hot semen dripped from the flaccid head. He took several steps across the cold metal floor over to the shrine he kept in his bedroom, eyes transfixed on the statue.

The entire ship rocked and lurched, nearly tossing Zuko from his feet. A massive explosion sounds off just above the banished Prince, snapping the man out of his trance. He grabbed his breeches from the nearby table, throwing them on and rushing outside.

The rain was coming down hard, and the entire metal deck was slick with slippery wetness. The waves were arching high and crashing over the sides of the ship as it continued to lurch and sway seemingly without any corrective measures. From below deck, Jee, Iroh, and the others ran up, spotting the shirtless, bootless Zuko emerging from the quarters.

“Where were we hit?!” Zuko shouted over the heavy wind and rain. Waves washed over their ankles as the ship rocked over a wave.

“I don’t know!” Jee replied. Both leered through the storm, barely able to see more than mere feet in front of their eyes.

“Look!” Iroh shouted, pointing up towards the helm. Zuko and Jee both squinted through the rain, finding that the ship’s helm was billowing heavy amounts of smoke. Grabbing on to the twisted, destroyed metal railing was the helmsman, screaming and crying as he dangled nearly one hundred feet above the deck.

“The helmsmen!” Zuko screamed. Without hesitation, the Banished Prince sprinted towards the tall ladder that ran from the deck to the top of the mast. Jee followed behind, both men scrambling up the slick ladder as the wind and rain battered them both.

Iroh watched them both climb as the ship was battered by the storm. The air pressure around him crackled. It was almost imperceptible. The retired general drew a sharp breath in. His right arm extended out to his side, his left hand forming a point with two fingers, resting against his bicep. A massive yellow bolt of lightning came crashing down from the skies, making immediate contact with Iroh’s right arm. Iroh drew his left hand down past his shoulder, over his chest, across his stomach, and back up over his left shoulder. He extended his left arm out, mirroring the stance on his right side. His entire body was wreathed in electricity, seeming to repelled off his form and into the ocean nearby. The lightning bolt was pulled from the heavy clouds, following the new path Iroh had formed, passing entirely through his body.

The listing ship slammed into a massive, swelling wave, sending another heaving lurch through all present. Several soldiers on the deck fell over at the sudden jerk. High above, the Helmsmen lost his grip on the metal, sending him plummeting with a scream. He dropped twenty or so feet. Zuko reached out quickly, nearly losing his own grip on the ladder he was clinging to. The banished prince grabbed the helmsman by the wrist, saving the man’s life. Zuko lowered the man towards Jee, who took the Helmsmen with both his hands. The helmsmen grabbed the ladder, holding it tight. Jee looked up at Zuko, for the first time in a long time, with respect.

The rain and wind were battering the duo upon Appa’s back. Aang was gripping Appa’s reins tightly, worrying that the wind would toss him up into the sky. Katara was in the saddle, gripping hard to the wooden cup on Appa’s back.

“Where are they?!” Katara fretted aloud, trying to look for a sign of the boat through the storm. All they could see were massive clouds, heavy rain, and dangerously high waves.

Up ahead was a wave nearly two hundred feet tall, Aang guessed. It was side wide; he couldn’t see either side of it. A smaller wave leapt up, sloshing at Appa’s feet. The Sky Bison stumbled through the air as he was hit.

“C’mon, Appa!” Aang shouted, pulling hard on the reins. The Sky Bison shouted, climbing into the air. Appa banked up, going nearly completely vertical. The massive wave reached its crescendo, crashing down towards Aang and Katara.

Shit! Aang swore as the massive dark wave swallowed up everything in his vision. The monk grabbed his staff, twirling it hard to form a wind tunnel that hit the wave. With great effort, Aang punched a hole of air through the wave, collapsing the form of the beast. They flew through it as the water behind them slammed down with a thunderous crash.

Lightning crashed down ahead of Aang and Katara, illuminating a form in the distance. A small wooden thing was being tossed about on the rough waters.

“The boat!” Aang exclaimed, pointing directly ahead. “There!”

Zuko and Jee reached the bottom of the ladder. Several soldiers, the medics of Zuko’s battalion, rushed over to examine the helmsmen. A massive bolt of lightning hit the waters off in the distance, illuminating a silhouette flying through the heavy rain and winds. Zuko nearly jumped in surprise at what he saw.

“The Avatar!” He exclaimed in disbelief that the Sky Bison was so close.

“What do you want to do, Sir?” Jee growled, saluting the prince.

What do I want to do? Zuko repeated the question in his mind. The ship rocked and lurched in the waves. He saw his soldiers struggling to even stand upon the deck of their ship, which was coated in seawater. He had barely even heard the question over the rain and winds.

“Let him go,” Zuko stated, turning towards Jee and Iroh. “We need to get this ship to safety.”

“Then we must head directly into the eye of the storm,” Iroh declared.

The small fishing vessel was being torn apart as it was tossed about in the anger of the sea. The ship was so light that it was getting tossed up into the air before being forced back down onto the water. Sokka and Shu Bo were grabbing the ropes attached to the mast, trying their best to give the ship some sort of direction.

“I’m too young to die!” Sokka exclaimed, fear coating his words.

“I’m not, but I still don’t wanna!” Shu Bo added.

The roar of Appa brought Sokka’s attention up into the sky, trying to see where the beast was through the storm. The Sky Bison roared again, swooping overhead. The Beast came to a stop, hovering above the boat. Aang leapt from the beast’s head, landing softly on the deck of the damaged ship. With Aang’s feet came a lightning strike, hitting the main mast of the ship. The giant wooden beam groaned as it fell over, like the storm itself was trying to kill Aang. The Avatar acted quickly, firing several narrow shots of seawater up, slamming into the falling mast. The long wooden beam split in half, landing on either side of the monk.

Aang sprinted over to Shu Bo and Sokka, the latter of whom was tying himself to the old man.

“What are you doing?” The old man exclaimed.

“Just trust me,” Sokka replied. He looked up as Aang approached, tossing Aang the loose end.

“Hang on to the rope!” Aang exclaimed, gripping hard on the slick thing. Both Sokka and Shu Bo grabbed hard as Aang turned around, leaping back into the air. Sokka gasped as Aang was nearly blown off course by the winds of the storm. The Avatar landed haphazardly upon Appa’s head, bracing against one of his saddles. Aang tied the rope to Appa’s horn, securing it tightly. The Sky Bison contorted and twisted in the air, pulling Shu Bo and Sokka from the ship. Both went screaming through the air, but landed in the saddle with Katara.

Aang and Katara smiled at one another whilst Shu Bo and Sokka chuckled at their good fortune. A dark shadow overcast their success as a wave, even taller than the one Aang had punched through, rose over them. The now destroyed fishing boat was a mere speck upon the rising wave, reaching higher in the air than Appa himself. Aang gave a snap on the reins, trying to get Appa moving, but it was too late. All five were swallowed by the wave, going under the frigid waters.

Aang opened his eyes. Appa was upside down. Sokka and Shu Bo, still tied together, both seemed to have passed out from the impact, dangling from the rope attaching them to Appa’s horn. Katara also seemed to have lost conciseness, holding loosely to the saddle. Aang found Appa’s rein was floating several inches from his hand. His entire body was alight with pain and lethargy. He reached out, but lacked the strength to hold the rein or even close his fingers.

We need you, Aang

A surge of adrenaline pumped through Aang’s veins. His eyes opened sharply, fighting through the paralysis of his own form. He grabbed hard on the rein, tattoos glowing. Aang righted himself, slamming his fists together. The water around the group warmed and became less volatile. The waves pushed the three companions back into the saddle as Appa was right, rising through the ocean water.

The light of the sun seemed almost otherworldly as Zuko’s warship reached the centre of the storm. The horrid waves and strong winds were gone, a strange dot of calmness in the middle of a watery hellscape. Even the ocean water seemed bluer here.

“Uncle,” Zuko said softly. “I’m sorry.”

Iroh put a hand on Zuko’s shoulder, smiling. “Your apology is accepted.”

For a moment, all was calm. Suddenly, the ocean water just ahead of Zuko’s ship began to glow. A moment later, the water erupted in a geyser as the Sky Bison of the Avatar emerged from under the water. Zuko looked up in surprise as The Avatar and his companions flew mere feet over the deck of his ship. They were close enough to lock eyes. Aang stared down at Prince Zuko for a moment, unable to look away until he could no longer see the prince. Appa flew through the eye of the storm, flying high above the massive black cloud back towards the shores of the Earth Kingdom.

En No came sprinting from the cave with Momo as Aang and Shu Bo walked into the cavern’s entrance.

“Oh, you’re alive!” Tears streamed down the old woman’s face as she embraced her husband, kissing him on the cheek. She pulled back, now scowling, but still crying. A finger was levied from En No’s hand towards Aang. “You owe this boy an apology!”

“He doesn’t have to apologise,” Aang said meekly. Shu Bo stroked his impressive beard, murmuring to himself.

“What if,” he began. “Instead of an apology, I give him a free fish, and we call it even?”

“Actually, I don’t eat meat,” Aang replied with a smile.

“Fish ain’t meat!” Shu Bo exclaimed.

“Seriously?” Sokka raised an eyebrow as he walked up behind Aang. “You’re still gonna pay me, right?”

Shu Bo reached into his poncho, pulling out a half-dead fish, and placing it in Sokka’s hand. Aang turned away from the panicking Sokka and bickering couple, walking over to Katara. The Water Tribe bimbo had bent all the rain and sea water from her form, now dressing herself again in her tight tunic and shoes.

“Katara, I think you were right before,” Aang said softly. “I’m done dwelling on the past.”

“Really?” Katara questioned as she tied off the sash around her narrow waist.

“I can’t make guesses about how things would have turned out if I hadn’t run away,” Aang reflected, wiping a tear from his eyes. He turned to her, smiling sadly now. “I’m here now, and I’m going to make the most of it.”

Katara pulled Aang in for a hug, holding the soaked monk close. “I don’t think you’re gonna have those nightmares anymore.”

“If you weren’t here now,” Shu Bo stated as he moved up behind Aang, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I guess I wouldn’t be either! Thank you for saving my life, Avatar.”

Aang smiled to himself.

“Do you hear that!” Sokka exclaimed, looking to the threshold of the cave. “It stopped raining!”

All five went outside, along with Momo and Appa, basking in the streaks of sunlight breaking through the clouds. Until Appa shook his fur, splattering the group with rainwater.

“Appa!” Aang exclaimed as all scrambled away from the beast.