Avatar XXX

Down the grassy hill, they had landed on something glinting against the sunlight, catching Aang’s attention. The monk moved across the plains, away from Sokka and Katara, who were also stretching and groaning from their flight. He slid down the small dirt lip to the item - A strangely shaped blade with a long, thin handle, wrapped in blue leather.

What the hell? Aang wondered as he picked it up to examine. Is that bone? 

The Avatar realised the hilt itself was made of bone, as was the blade.

“Aang, what is it?” Sokka called, moving over to where Aang was.

“Hey, look,” Aang replied as Sokka slid down the hill to where he was. “A sword made out of a whale’s tooth.” 

The description immediately caught the attention of the Water Tribe warrior. He moved over to the monk, turning to face his friend, weapon in hand.

“Let me see that!” Sokka exclaimed, reaching for the weapon. Aang surrendered it without protest, giving Sokka a curious look. The Water Tribe warrior took it in hand, looking the weapon up and down.

I know this blade He thought. The tufts of fur, the blue leathers, the sharpening patterns - all of them clear markers of Water Tribe origin. For a moment, Sokka recalled the day that the men of his tribe had left. It was a distant memory nearly a decade back now, but it stung deep in Sokka’s core. 

“This is a Water Tribe weapon,” Sokka declared, turning back to Aang. “See if you can find anything else.”

Could it be … they’re nearby? It’s been so long Sokka thought Will they even recognise me? Or Katara? What’s Dad gonna say if he sees Katara with no pants! Oh no, if he finds out we’ve been having sex. If any of those guys find out I’ve been fucking their daughters … stay cool, Sokka, stay cool.

Aang and Sokka split up, working their way down the sloping hill, searching every inch for more artefacts. After a few minutes, Katara wandered over, curious as to what was keeping them from moving on. Sokka had wanted to be on the northern shore of the Earth Kingdom by sundown, and yet now they seemed to be examining bushes and trees.

“Did someone lose something?” Katara asked, raising an eyebrow, casting a glance between Sokka and Aang. 

“No, we found something,” Aang smiled, looking at the Water Tribe bimbo in her tight tunic. 

“What did you find?” Katara asked.

“A sword from home,” Sokka replied without looking as he examined a nearby tree trunk for battle damage.

“Home?” Katara repeated the word with confusion, but Sokka brushed her off. He knelt next to the tree, brushing away a few leaves to uncover a bone and wood arrow. He pulled it from the ground, rubbing two fingers across the blackened arrowhead. Soot came off on his fingers.

“It’s burned,” Sokka stated. He turned back to the tree he had been examining, soot and scuff marks on the bark. “There was a battle.” He realised, rubbing the soot.

They get bigger heading uphill. Fire Nation must have come from the south He thought. The Water Tribe warrior stood, noticing Katara and Aang’s eyes on him.

“Water Tribe warriors ambushed a group of firebenders,” He began. “The firebenders fought back … ” His voice trailed off, looking for the next clue. Several footprints, of Water Tribe origin, pointed downhill, with more pressure on the toes than the heel. “But the warriors drove them down this hill.”

Sokka looked ahead, no new signs, only more scuff and scorches. He sprinted, heading for the beach a few yards away. Katara and Aang followed. The grassy hillside turned into a collection of sharp, rough rocks before giving way to a dense and compact beach. Sokka deftly leapt across the rocks, sprinting out onto the beach.

Please, something, anything He begged silently, glancing around. 

He came to a stop just next to a chunk of driftwood sticking out of the sand, staring out into the ocean. Not a scuff or scorch insight, no blood or other battle markers. A pit formed in Sokka’s heart.

We were so close He thought.

“So then what happened?” Aang asked from behind.

“I don’t know,” Sokka replied sadly. “The trail ends here.”

“Wait!” Katara exclaimed, pointing to the west. “Look!”

Sokka brought his head around to a sight he thought he’d never see again.

“It’s one of our boats!” He exclaimed in disbelief. 

Both Water Tribe siblings gawked and stared at the ship sitting on the shoreline. The main sail was raised and twisted to keep it from falling. A thick layer of repair tar coated the bottom of it. The entire frame seemed held together well, but there were a few dents and dings and burns to show its battle damage. A creeping familiarity set in on the siblings as they gave it a closer inspection, both of them having the same question dance through their minds.

“Is this dad’s boat?” Katara asked, reaching out to touch it. 

Sokka examined the boat closer, looking for a familiar repair along the bow.

“No,” He determined, though smiling still. “But it’s from his fleet. Dad was here.” 

The soothing taste of ginseng tea hit Iroh’s mouth as he swallowed down the fresh brew of tea he had made for himself and his nephew. The two were enjoying a meditation session in Zuko’s private quarters. Typically, Zuko had ‘meditated’ alone (And by alone, Iroh knew Eeko was with him), but for once, his uncle had insisted on trying to soothe his rageful nephew. The banished prince had seemed a bit off to Iroh since he had returned from his impromptu trip a few days prior. He had taken no guests in his rooms, not even when the aforementioned pocket pussy Firebender had gone to see him, several times no less. 

Iroh had begun to worry. Luckily, it seemed that despite everything, Zuko was still reasonable enough to see his uncle. The two men now sat across from one another, enjoying the brew that Iroh had prepared for them. The elder general let out a calming sigh, smiling at his nephew.

“See, Prince Zuko,” Iroh said kindly. “A moment of quiet is good for your mental well-being.”

He poured some tea into Zuko’s cup. The fire prince examined the liquid, sniffing it to try to parse how it might taste. After a moment, he began to raise the cup to his lips. The entire ship lurched and swayed with a cracking metallic creak. The tea flew from the cup, splattering all over Zuko’s face and hair. It wasn’t terribly hot, not to a firebender at least. Zuko grunted in rage, wiping the liquid from his face.

What the hell is it now He hissed, standing and turning to the door. Iroh followed. The ship rocked again as they made their way down the ladders and steps and out onto the deck. 

The firebenders had gathered around the source of the disturbance, ready to strike. Zuko approached angrily, hands clenched into fists. He paused as the intruder revealed itself. A massive wolf-like creature covered in coarse brown fur crawled and clawed its way onto the bout. A fleshy star-like snout sniffed wildly in the air. Across its back, the fur ran from brown to black after a shock of grey. Upon the high arch of its spin was a large saddle, occupied by a woman with jet black hair.

“Get back! We’re after a stowaway!” She shouted harshly, holding a large whip in her hand. Her arms were exposed from the shoulders to the elbows before leather arm guards took over up to her fingers, but not covering them. Both shoulders were decorated with a simple red tattoo of a coiling snake. A top knot of dark black hair, whilst the rest of it fell to her shoulders, even covering one eye. Her athletic legs were covered in tight black leather breeches with high-heeled combat boots covered in metal clasps and spikes. Her face was pale and long with a sharp chin and well-defined cheekbones, eyelids coated in purple makeup, and lips kissed with maroon lipstick. Her sleeveless tunic hugged her form tightly, narrow and athletic, with belts around her stomach and waist to pull the fabric even tighter. It had to be this way to give the uniform enough material to cover her massive bust concealed beneath the dress. Each breast was bigger than her head, reminding Zuko of a certain Water Tribe whore he was hoping to capture with the Avatar, though admittedly they were visibly smaller to a degree.

Zuko moved forward, the nonbender soldiers under his command lining up behind him, prepared to fight.

“There are no stowaways on my ship,” He said harshly.

The bounty hunter and her mount ignored him. The beast’s mouth opened wide, ripping into the metal deck of the boat like it were parchment. The massive metal plate was thrown by the beast, sailing over Zuko and his men, who had to duck to avoid it. It slammed into the command centre of the ship, coming to rest flat on the deck. The beast and its master were paying for the results of the thrown metal, no peace of mind. The beast’s head was buried in the hole it had made, rummaging around.

Suddenly, there was a scream. To Zuko’s amazement, a dirty man in rugged-looking Earth Kingdom garb came crawling from the hole the beast had just torn in his ship, sprinting towards him and his uncle. The bounty hunter’s mount leapt forward, lashing out at the man with a long tongue. It struck the man in the back, sending him spiralling to the ground. The men recoiled as Zuko examined the twitching form upon the deck of his ship.

“He’s paralysed,” The banished prince realised. 

“Only temporarily,” the bounty hunter said as she picked the man up from the deck, hoisting him high in the air with only one hand, the other on her narrow hip. Her biceps flexed as they raised the stowaway high into the air. “The toxins will wear off in about an hour, but by then he’ll be in jail, and I’ll have my money.”

She slung the stowaway over her back, returning to her beast. 

“But how did you find him on my ship?” Zuko asked, stepping over to the woman.

The bounty hunter looked down from her saddle, clicking her tongue against her teeth as she gave Zuko’s form a once-over. Her gaze stopped at his pants, noting a certain bulge.

“My shirshu can smell a rat a continent away,” the bounty hunter replied, petting her mount.

“Well, I’m impressed,” Iroh quipped as she mounted up. With a quick whip crack, the beast leapt back down to the dock, sprinting away towards the nearby town. “Very impressed.” He stroked his chin, much to Zuko’s chagrin. 

Dad … you were here. But when? And why leave a perfectly good boat? These questions pestered Sokka’s mind throughout the day and evening. 

Katara and Sokka had searched the boat high and low for clues about where their father had gotten off to. Aang had hung back, playing with Appa while they did so, though occasionally casting nervous glances over to where they had been working. Finally, sunset was upon them, and they realised they had wasted the day. The trio decided to camp near the ship and fly to the north shore the next day. However, by then, Sokka was far down a rabbit hole in his own mind. He declined to join Katara and Aang in a sunset fuck-fest, letting it fall back to how it had been the previous year of simply sitting by as they rutted. 

The fire was going now, with Aang sleeping on Appa and Katara in her sleeping bag. Sokka stoked the fire as his sibling and friend slept, recalling that day again. 

It was eight years ago … He remembered Nearly nine now, I think.

It was a sombre day in the Southern Water Tribe. After a long debate, it had been put to vote about intervention in the war. It had been unanimous - the men would depart for war. Wives kissed their husbands goodbye, little daughters and boys not old enough to go, cried into their father’s parkas.

Sokka shivered in the cool air as he waddled through thick snow towards the ships. In the Water Tribe, boys were considered old enough to become warriors at fourteen. Sokka was thirteen. All the same, he moved towards his father’s ship, face painted in the traditional battle designs of a non-bender like himself. In his hands, a big bag of supplies, weapons, and snacks. 

Ahead, his father passed a roll of bed supplies up onto his boat to Bato, Pekahki’s father. Chief Hakoda turned his head, sensing the approach of someone. His young son was coming closer, supplies in hand. The chief let out a sigh, moving over to his young son.

“Sokka,” Hakoda said softly, though with a tone of authority. 

“I’m coming with you,” the young Sokka insisted.

“You’re not old enough to go to war, Sokka, you know that,” Hakoda replied sternly. 

“I’m strong, I’m brave … I can fight!” The young Sokka insisted. “Please, Dad!”

Hakoda closed his eyes for a moment, not wishing for his son to see the heartbreak in them. He moved closer to his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Being a man is knowing where you’re needed the most,” He stated. “And for you right now, that’s here - protecting your sister.”

Tears welled up in the young warrior’s eyes. “I don’t understand.” 

“Someday you will,” Hakoda reassured him. Sokka dropped his supplies, tears running down his paints as he hugged his father. The Chief pulled his son in close, tears running down his face as well.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” He admitted, trying his best to comfort his crying son.

There were footfalls. The sound reached Sokka’s inner ear, pulling him from his memories. He rose, pulling his boomerang from his back.

“Who’s there!” He demanded sharply, clenching his free hand into a fist.

“Sokka?!” A voice replied, one of shock and disbelief. 

A figure stepped forward into the light of the fire. Long dark-brown hair down to his shoulders, but clean-shaven on an older face. He wore a Water Tribe tunic, though his entire left arm, shoulder, and torso were wrapped in bandages. Fresh pink skin crept out from under them - healing burns. Dark blue breeches and brown leather boots. A familiar face to the young warrior.

“Bato?” Sokka asked in surprise. 

The loud voices stirred Katara and Aang awake. The Monk wiped the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. The nude Water Tribe bimbo crawled from her sleeping bag, looking at her brother.

“Who the what now?” Aang asked with a yawn.

“Bato!” Katara exclaimed, standing up, completely forgetting her lack of dress.

“Sokka! Katara!” Bato chuckled, opening his eyes wide for a hug.

Katara and Sokka sprinted across the beach to embrace their old friend. 

“It is so good to see you two! You’ve grown so much!” He smiled, though his eyes paused on Katara for a moment. His gaze immediately went off, looking for anything else as he blushed. “Uhh..Katara…”

“Oh shit!” The bimbo sprinted back over to the camp, throwing on her tunic. Aang wandered over whilst Katara made herself decent.

“Hi,” He greeted with a bow, “I’m Aang.”

“Where’s dad?” Sokka asked. “Is he here?!”

“No,” Bato shook his head. “He and the other warriors should be in the Eastern Earth Kingdom by now.”

Sokka’s head sank low at the news; they were too late. Katara approached, now as dressed as she could be. A chilling wind blew through their camp, making the Bimbo far too aware of her lack of pants suddenly. Even Aang shivered, along with Bato and Sokka.

“This is no place for a reunion,” Bato said, turning and gesturing for the trio to follow him. “Let’s get inside.”

Sokka and Katara quickly embraced Bato, hugging him tight. The elder Water Tribe warrior gestured for Aang and Appa to follow as well.

“Just what are you doing this far north?” Bato asked as they walked.

“We’re heading to the North Pole, to the Northern Water Tribe,” Katara replied. “Aang, that man over there. He’s the Avatar.”

“The Avatar?” Bato replied in shock. “Where did you find him?”

“In an iceberg about two days from the village,” Katara chuckled. “We were out fishing.”

“That’s incredible, I take it you’re travelling north for him to learn waterbending then? Though doesn’t he seem a bit old for that … or young? Or …”

“It’s a long story,” Sokka replied. “But that’s the long and short of it.”

“I see,” Bato nodded, before turning his attention to Katara. “Katara, honey, I feel compelled to ask where your pants are?”

“Oh … they got …damaged on our way here, haha,” Katara blushed, suddenly quite embarrassed by her slutty look.

“I’ll have the sisters find you a new pair then,” Bato smiled. 

Bato led the trio roughly twenty minutes northeast to a walled-off settlement. A small thing, all things considered - not quite the size of a village, but bigger than a typical home’s land mass. An ornate gate decorated the front, though it was juxtaposed by two rather ordinary-looking wooden doors. Inside, the trio and Bato found a flock of sisters, dressed in traditional robes of beige and brown. Despite the late hour and despite the cold, the women were working diligently. 

“After I was wounded, your father carried me to this abbey,” Bato explained as they walked through the gate. “The sisters have cared for me ever since.”

Bato ushered the trio, along with Momo and Appa, across the open courtyard towards a trio of sisters conversing, one of them with her back turned to the approaching group, wearing ceremonial beads, two necklaces around her throat. The bandeau around her head was also of a different style compared to the older and younger women she was conversing with.

“Superior,” Bato called to this one, earning her attention. “These are Hakoda’s children. They’ve been travelling with the Avatar. I found them by my boat.”

The younger one was quickly noticed by Sokka and Aang. Her habit clung tightly to her body. The only loose part was her sleeves, where her hands were currently tucked into one another. A thin waist with a sash pulling it even tighter. Her chest was clearly unimpressive, lost in the sea of robes from her habit to make her look almost flat. Her bottom, however. Hips wider than her shoulders and a tight white pair of breeches stretched so taut over the skin, she had to have a brown sash across her privates, seemingly to keep them from being exposed. They were complimented by a massive ass, bigger than Katara’s, both men realised.

The Mother Superior glanced past the Water Tribesmen towards Aang, offering him a friendly greeting smile. “Young Avatar, it gives me great joy to be in your presence. Welcome to our Abbey.”

“Thank you,” Aang bowed, returning the smile. “It’s truly an honour to be here. If there’s anything-“

Before he could finish, Sokka interrupted, looking up at their father’s friend. “What smells so good, Bato?” He sniffed the air deeply.

Bato gestured towards a collection of clay pots, massive in size, sitting nearby. “The sisters craft ointments and perfumes.”

“Perfume?” Sokka questioned. He gestured towards Appa behind him, pointing with both thumbs. “Maybe we could dump some on Appa … because he stinks so much! Am I right?!”

Sokka playfully waved at his nose. Aang gave his friend an unimpressed look. Bato and Katara avoided Sokka’s gaze for a moment. The younger sister gave an awkward cough, hoping to move the conversation on from Sokka’s failed joke. 

“You have your father’s wit,” Bato noted flatly. That statement earned a chuckle from Katara.

Bato ushered the trio towards a room near the courtyard, indicating it was his. He requested a pair of breeches for Katara from the Mother Superior, who bowed and ushered the younger-looking sister off to find something in their stores in Water Tribe style. Meanwhile, Katara, Aang, and Sokka were greeted by a strange sight as Bato slid the door to his room open. 

The Water Tribe siblings were wide-eyed as they gazed upon a strange slice of home. Pelts from beasts only found at the South Pole, a tent supported by the bones of their prey. Walls decorated with ceremonial weapons and garments, as well as a flag of the Water Nation.

“Bato!” Katara cheered. “It looks like home!”

Both siblings quickly entered the dwelling, looking it all over with open smiles. In the middle of the room, a cookfire was going, with a large pot suspended on a chain over it. 

“Everything’s here!” Sokka exclaimed. He knelt, running his fingers through the furs. “Even the pelts!” 

Aang clutched Momo tight in his hands, staring at the pelts that were mounted on the wall. “Yeah,” He said cautiously. “Nothing’s cosier than dead animal skins.”

Momo leapt from his hands, scampering across the furs over to a Wolf-Bear pelt. The jaw of the creature was open. The Lemur-Bat seemed curious as to why it was so still. She swiped at its snout a few times before applying enough force accidentally to snap it shut, startling the flying creature. She quickly retreated, crawling back on Aang and hiding behind the bald man’s head. 

These antics seemed to go unnoticed by Katara and Sokka and Bato, who were all gathering around the stewing pot. Katara removed the wooden lid, licking her lips at the sight inside.

“No way!” She exclaimed. “Stewed sea prunes?”

“Help yourself,” Bato smiled to the siblings.

“Dad could eat a whole barrel of these things,” Sokka reminisced, smiling at the memory. Three bowls were poured, Sokka handing one to Aang.

“You gotta try this, it’s the best!” He exclaimed.

Aang brought the bowl up close. Momo evacuated, leaping back down to the floors to take her chances with the pelts. Aang gave the meal a sniff. The putrid smell assaulted his nostrils, causing the Monk to recoil and contort. 

He backed up, sitting a bit away from the group. I should let them have this reunion Aang thought as he sank into the pelts. No one seemed to notice as he took his spot several feet from the cookfire.

“Bato, is it true you and dad lasso’d an arctic hippo?” Katara asked with a smile beaming on her face. 

“It was your father’s idea,” Bato explained. “He just dragged me along.”

Aang sulked, placing the bowl he had been handed on the floor. Momo gathered her courage, coming back to taste the delicacy. She lapped at the bowl, seeming to enjoy the meal. 

“Well … the hippo did the dragging,” Bato quipped. 

Aang suddenly felt inspired by Bato’s story, smiling a bit. “Hey, I ride animals too,” He commented. “One time there was this giant eel and I-”

Sokka had been slurping down his meal, seemingly unable to hear Aang over the sound of the liquid sloshing in his mouth. Once he finished, he turned to Bato, completely ignoring Aang.

“So, who was it that came up with the Great Blubber Fiasco?” Sokka asked.

The hell, man Aang raised an eyebrow. He inhaled, choking his anger with the air.

Bato gave a light chuckle. “You knew about that?” He asked. 

“Everyone does,” Katara added with a smile.

“What’s that story?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sokka put up a dismissive hand, not even bothering to look at Aang. “It’s a long one, Aang, some other time,” He waved a hand at Aang.

“You and Dad had so many hilarious adventures,” Katara added. 

Aang stood, stretching his legs. He wandered over to one of the walls, decorated with dozens of Water Tribe trinkets.

They didn’t have anything like this at the Southern Water Tribe Aang thought as he ran his fingers over a large pelt that seemed to resemble a large hat. I wonder if the warriors took it all with them? So much culture taken from its home-

He picked it up, examining the inside. 

“Not all of which were hilarious at the time,” Bato noted. “But … everything’s funny with hindsight.” The elder warrior chuckled, his gaze going to where Aang had been seated. Finding the Avatar gone, he scanned the room, spotting Aang messing with the pelts.

“Aang!” He said sternly. “Please put that down. It’s ceremonial and very fragile.”

Aang had, at this point, placed the pelt atop his head. He cringed at the scolding, but did as was requested, replacing it on the wall. He moved away in shame, though neither Katara nor Sokka noticed. 

“Was it you or Dad who put an octopus on your head and convinced Gran-Gran that you were a Water Spirit?” Sokka questioned. 

“Your dad wore the octopus, but I did the spooky voice,” Bato rasped, his voice wiggling his fingers in the air to accentuate the strange inflexion. Aang slumped against a wall at the edge of the room, sinking to the floor.

What’s gotten into them? Aang wondered It’s like I’m not even here.

The Brothel/Gambling Den/Bar was a three-story building in the middle of the woods near a swamp. It was a good hour’s walk from where Zuko’s ship was anchored. Raucous sounds of sex and debauchery. The sound of cheering and screaming and moaning was deafening, even from the outside. The windows were all boarded up, having been repaired several times. In fact, one would need to be repaired tomorrow as a man was thrown through the window, slamming into the ground and breaking several ribs and a leg upon impact. 

Inside, the bounty hunter was sitting at an arm wrestling table. Facing down her fifteenth opponent that night. An Earth Kingdom man dressed in a white gi with a red bandanna around his forehead. He was a sea of taut muscles and bulging veins. A strong jaw line set below gritted teeth as he pushed hard into the pale bounty hunter’s own palm. They were dead in the middle of the table. Sweat was running down his face and arms. All the while, his opponent was steely-eyed and not giving an inch. Not a bead of sweat on her toned, pale muscles. While the man grunted and gritted, she was silent. 

“Out of my way!” A voice called from behind the crowd, “Step aside, filth!”

One man was shoved to the ground with enough force to splinter the floorboards. The bounty hunter glanced up, seeing the two Fire Nation soldiers from before, one scarred and an elder. 

“He means no offence,” The elder chuckled, waving his arms and smiling widely. “I’m certain you bathe regularly.” 

The scarred man marched up to the table where the Bounty Hunter was sitting. She barely registered his presence. 

“I need to talk to you,” he demanded.

The bounty hunter casually turned her head, not losing an inch in her match. She smiled at the duo, eyes once again darting down to admire the scarred man’s manhood. She licked her lips.

“Well, if it isn’t my new friends,” She licked her teeth. “Angry Boy and Uncle Lazy.”

Her opponent growled in pain as she gripped his hand tightened, popping his knuckles. Iroh chuckled at her insulting nicknames. Zuko, meanwhile, seemed unimpressed. The bounty hunter gripped harder, pulled with all her strength, and the ripped man’s hand twisted down, shattering through the wooden table they were wrestling on. He followed suit, being pulled from his chair and to the ground. The bounty hunter stood, raising both her hands to a cacophony of applause. Coins began raining down from above, bouncing and clanking all over the floor. Many of them bounced off the bounty hunter’s massive rack, flinging off in every direction. She crouched down, collecting them by the handful and shuffling them into a bag.

“Your beast trashed my ship,” Zuko hissed, standing over the woman. “You have to pay me back.”

“Well, I’d love to help you out,” She mused without looking at him as she shoved all the coins into her bag. “But I’m a little short on money. DRINKS ON ME!” 

The entire establishment cheered again at the news, showering her with even more money.

She rose, pulling her cup to her lips. Zuko’s hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet. “Money isn’t what I had in mind.” The bounty hunter licked her lips.

“I need you to find someone,” Zuko explained, reaching into his back pocket.

“Let’s take this in a backroom, handsome,” the bounty hunter replied, a hand going out to caress his chin. Zuko swatted her hand away, earning a sneering smirk from the hunter.

She moved away, towards an open bedroom door. A hand went up, waving for Zuko and Iroh to follow. The duo exchanged a glance, shrugged, and followed her inside. Iroh shut the door, leaving the trio isolated from the rest of the party. The bounty hunter sat down on the bed, crossing her arms, further accentuating the size of her bust.0

Zuko presented what he had been reaching for. A Water Tribe necklace.

“What happened?” The bounty hunter asked. “Your sex slave run off on you?”

“It’s not the girl I’m after,” Zuko replied, ignoring the comment. “It's the bald monk she’s travelling with.” 

“The Avatar?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I heard stories about a bald monk … You got some big balls to take on the Avatar.”

She considered the proposition for a moment, remembering the stories she had heard from Kyoshi Island and Omashu and the raids up the coast. A Big-Dicked monk travelling with some bimbo bender and a third man of little note. “So, you wanna use my Shirshu?” The bounty hunter scratched her chin. Her eyes went to Zuko’s crotch yet again “Hmm … What’s in it for me?”

“I assure you miss,” Iroh spoke up. “We have all the gold you coul-”

The bounty hunter waved her finger in the air, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Ah! Don’t want any money, I’ve won enough from beating all these wimps in the bar ...”

Her eyes went to Zuko’s crotch, licking her lips. “I know what they can’t give me, though … hint, hint.”

Iroh stroked his chin, considering her words. “Oh well, I’m a bit rusty, but I’m sure I can be of service to you, hehe.”

The bounty hunter sneered in disgust. “Whoa, grandpa! I may have been drinking all night, but I’m not shacking up with an old man.”

Her gaze turned to Zuko, licking her lips again. “Now, a young and fit Fire Nation Prince … that’s more my style …”

Zuko felt uncharacteristically self-conscious suddenly, blushing hard at her words.

“Deal!” Iroh exclaimed.

“Wait, what?” Zuko, “Uncle, I’m not a prostitute!” 

“Ahh, you shy?” The bounty hunter teased. She rose from the bed, wrapping her arms around Zuko’s body. “Don’t worry, I love to lead.”

She planted a deep kiss on Zuko’s unscarred half, leaving a perfect maroon set of lips upon his pale cheek. Her eyes went to Iroh, still standing there.

“Out, this is gonna be a private fuck, for once,” June ordered.

Iroh nodded with a smile, turning and leaving through the door, opening and shutting it again just as quickly. 

“Alright, strip,” the bounty hunter ordered. 

Zuko’s hands went to his armour, undoing the clasps. “How did you know I was a Fire Nation Prince?”

“I’m Fire Nation too,” She replied, undoing the clasps on the belts on her stomach. “Bounty work is good here in the Earth Kingdom. And fucking the Heir to the Throne … now that’s some good bragging rights.”

“So, since you know who I am, do I get to know your name?” Zuko asked as he removed his tunic. The bounty hunter purred at his muscular form, feeling an aching forming in her crotch.

“June,” She replied. “And that’s all you’re getting.”

She pulled her long, sleeveless tunic open. The trick of her chest revealed as her massive tits spilt out, even bigger than the restrictive leather outfit had made them appear. Her tight leather breeches and combat boots were peeled off, too, leaving her only in her arm sleeves. There was a bucking twitch in Zuko’s breeches at the sight, his fat cock stiffening and swelling. He was nude from the waist up and had removed his boots, leaving only his breeches.

June sank to her knees in front of him, admiring the bitch-breaker beating against his breeches. Her lips were salivating at the thought of it. 

“Take your pants off,” She ordered.

Zuko sighed, hands going to the hemline. With a swift tug, his cock and ball sack sprang free, lurching and bouncing through the air. The fat, erect dick was standing to attention, perpendicular to Zuko’s entire body. His balls were quite full, having not brought himself to finish in several days.

This is ridiculous Zuko thought to himself.

June, once again, licked her lips. Her hand went up, cupping his heavy balls in her hands. She leaned in, planting a deep kiss on Zuko’s manhood, making the Prince shudder. Just like with his cheek, she left a perfect lip mark of maroon. Her head pulled back, licking the taste from her lips.

“Jeez, kid,” She purred. “I said you had some big balls to take on the Avatar, but I didn’t mean that literally.” She squeezed them, shuddering at the sensation of all the backed-up cum swimming around inside. Her twat was soaked, weeping with anticipation. 

“Can we get this over with already?” Zuko hissed. “The Avatar could be on the move!”

“Relax,” June groaned, squeezing his balls tighter. “If you know what you’re doing, I won’t take too much of your time …” Her gaze finally broke away from Zuko’s dick and up to the Prince proper. “I mean, you have had sex before?”

“O-Of course I have!” Zuko exclaimed, furious at the question, his face scarlet with annoyance, “I’m the Prince of the Fire Nation, Son of Ozai, Heir to the Throne! W-Why wouldn’t I have?!”

“Okay, okay,” June waved her hand. “Well, how ‘bout you take the lead then, Prince? Just do what you normally do.” 

“W-Why me?” Zuko grunted in annoyance. “You asked for this! If anybody shou-”

“Fine, I’ll be in control,” June grunted, cutting him off and rolling her eyes. “Since it’s the Prince’s first time, hehe.”

“I-It’s not!” Zuko grunted. 

“Oh, of course, and these massive, cum-stuffed balls prove it,” June squeezed tighter, causing Zuko to shudder in pleasure and pain, “Tell me, prince, when’s the last time you came?”

“S-shut up,” Zuko replied. His hands went to June’s head, gripping hard into her hair. June pulled in a gasp of shock. A second later, she was choking on Zuko’s cock. Her tongue was buried under the cock, pinned in place as the bulbous head surged down her throat. June’s arms went slack, one darting down to her weeping cunt to finger and pleasure herself. She swallowed around Zuko’s dick, his heavy balls swinging upwards to slap against her throat, threatening to leave a bruise.

Zuko held her head in place with both hands, thrusting hard into her mouth like a cunt. His teeth clenched, and his eyes shut hard as fingers dug into her scalp.

“Fuck, take it, bitch!” He shouted. June moaned at the word, trying to encourage the dirty talk.

“Yeah, you like that?” Zuko picked up on. “You’re a Fire Nation slut, you should consider it a privilege to have a royal cock like mine in your windpipe! If you’re good, maybe I’ll put it in that cunt of yours!”

June’s eyes fluttered as the derogatory talk brought her to the edge. Her cunt spasmed against her fingers, spraying a torrent of squirt onto the already sex soaked wooden floor of the building. Her lips sealed tightly around Zuko’s cock, sucking as hard as she could. One hand left the ground, grabbing Zuko’s athletic thighs to stabilise herself as he continued to slam fuck her throat. It didn’t take long for Zuko’s balls to contract, sending a surge of backed-up, jelly-cum firing from his cock and down into June’s stomach. It swelled to give his cum room. Her abs ballooned out with cum in her guts. 

The Fire Nation prince released his grip upon June’s head, stumbling backwards as his cock erupted into the air of the room, painting June white from hair to thighs. The bounty hunter stuck her tongue out, letting the cum bath rain down upon her, catching some in her mouth. 

Zuko drew haggard breaths as his cock finally calmed down. A ring of maroon lipstick was decorating his pelvis, on top of the now smeared kiss mark on his cock. 

“Damn kid, you do actually know how to use that cock of yours,” June commented. scooping some cum from her massive bust into her mouth.

“Now, if you’re satisfied, I have an Ava-”

“Oh, far from it,” June replied, standing up, glaring at the Fire prince. “I said I was taking control, and I meant it. You got your rocks off, now I get mine. Lay down on the bed.”

Zuko sneered at her. “I don’t have time for this.”

“You have time for whatever I want right now, you want my Shirshu?” She hissed. “Then I’m getting a full course meal. My mouth is satisfied, but I still got a pussy and ass begging to be stretched. Plus these back breakers.” She hefted her breasts to make her point, letting them go, causing them to bounce and jiggle hypnotically. “Plus, from the looks of your dick, I still got some prizes swimming in those swollen balls of yours. So do what I say, and lay down on the bed.” 

Zuko dropped his breeches to the ground, now completely nude. Glaring at the bounty hunter, he made his way to the bed, lying down.

“That’s a good boy,” June hissed. She crawled onto the bed seductively, her heavy tits dragging across the sheets. A gloved hand went out, coiling around Zuko’s massive dick. She gave it a tight squeeze.

“You at least know how to use this thing. Unlike most guys blessed like this,” June noted, stroking his shaft up and down. Her hand stopped at a strange sensation. Her gaze turned, examining his dick.

A ring of teeth marks had left scarred indents halfway up his dick. “Oh, you’re into some fun things. You should have said so when you were raping my throat.”

“H-hey, wait!” Zuko squirmed, recalling how he had received those injuries, “I’m no-”

June shushed him, placed a finger on his lips, “Quiet now. Be a good boy and do what you’re told.” 

She threw a leg over his crotch, straddling his dick. She ground her narrow hips and soaking wet pussy against his massive shaft. Zuko could feel the weight of her massive chest on his own. June grunted and moaned as her slick pussy slid up and down his shaft, teasing it with the wet sensation of her lips. When it got to the top, she would tease it, allowing his cock head to kiss her entrance before going back down to the base. Zuko’s cock was twitching wildly, spewing Pre-cum like a leaking faucet. 

“Ooh, someone’s eager. But you don’t get inside that hole without asking,” June purred into his ear, biting his earlobe. “Ask politely and I might just let you in.”

“I am the Prince of the Fire Nation, I do not as-”

“Oh, that’s right, rape is the royal family’s policy. How many bastards has your family produced? I really do wonder?” June hissed, placing her hands on Zuko’s chest. “We Fire Nation citizens should consider it a privilege and an honour to bear royal bastards, to have our wombs violated by your big-dicked mom and sister, right?”

Zuko sneered. “Do not speak of Royal Tradition as if you understand!”

“Given the lack of tits, I don’t think you understand either,” June teased, continuing to grind on Zuko’s wanting dick. “I thought the royal family was supposed to consist entirely of Futas, a sign of their elevated status in life. But I guess you and your Uncle are doing the Fire Lord’s bitch work for a reason.”

Zuko growled, his arms going up to grab June. The bounty hunter’s own arms went out, grabbing the Fire Nation Prince’s and pinning them to the bed. Her back arched and shifted. Her pussy swallowed Zuko’s cock to the base easily, creating a snaking bulge in her stomach. She slammed into his pelvis, pinning his bottom half to the bed as well. Zuko shuddered at the warm, wet sensation of June’s tight snatch.

June glared down at him. “You are somewhere you’re not supposed to be,” She hissed. “So, if you want me to let you cum, you’re gonna need to beg. If you can’t control your balls, I’m gonna feed them to my shirshu.” 

She slowly began to hump on him, withdrawing a few inches and slamming back down on him. Zuko moaned, legs kicking and squirming, trying to find a way out of his current situation.

“Get off me!” He hissed.

“Oh, what’s wrong, prince, not used to not leading?” June licked her teeth. “I don’t think I can. My pussy is refusing to let go of this gorgeous thing. Tough luck, I guess.”

She slammed back down to Zuko’s base, grinding her cunt into his balls, “Ooh, they still feel so full. You want to cum, don’t you?”

Zuko remained silent, a crimson red streak of embarrassment on his face.

“Oh, it’s so cute that you think being silent can get you out of this,” June tittered. She pressed her heavy chest into his own, bringing her face close to his. She planted a deep kiss on his lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth. He yelped in surprise as she continued to grind and fuck herself on his cock. His balls were rumbling, their orgasm building. June broke their kiss, a thick, lipstick-laden line of saliva connecting them.

“All you have to do is ask,” June reminded him. “Please let me cum inside you. That’s all I wanna hear.”

Her hands moved to his cut stomach, shifting some weight onto them, giving her more room to manoeuvre. She picked up the pace, biting her lower lip and mewling out a moan as pleasure rippled over her body.

“So good,” She moaned. 

Zuko let out a haggard, open-mouthed moan, his back arching slightly as his body spasmed. A bit of pre-cum leaking from his dick inside. June’s hand went around his throat, sensing the leak.

“Is that some fucking pre I feel in my womb?” She hissed angrily, her sharp nails digging into Zuko’s throat. “Did I say you could put anything inside me?”

Zuko’s heart beat wildly in his chest. Even with his arms now free, he knew she had the strength to back up any threats she made. 

“Apologise,” She hissed, squeezing his throat.

Zuko swallowed, a bit of fear in his face.

“I said apologise!” She shouted, her hand went behind her back, grabbing his ball sack.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, panting wildly.

“For what?!” She snapped.

“For leaking pre-cum in your womb!” He shouted. “P-please let me cum inside you.”

June bit her lip, growling at the Prince’s submission. “See, was that so hard? Just a bit of wounded pride and now you get to flood my womb. It’s a win-win.”

She picked up the pace, moaning loudly on Zuko’s cock. One of her hands went to her twat, fingering her clit. Her black hair bounced like her tits on Zuko’s dick. The Fire Prince reluctantly pulled his arms up, grabbing her narrow hips. He began to thrust up into her, slowly at first, but every time she sank on him, he went upwards, earning more vocal moans from June. Her eyes were closed, face contorted in ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck,” She moaned. “Degrade me!”

“What?” Zuko raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Degrade me!” She moaned. “It’s the only thing that gets me there!” 

This lit a fire in Zuko. The fire prince sat up, hands changing position. They wrapped around June, pulling on her hair, the other grabbed her massive tits, squeezing and kneading them. His mouth went down to June’s massive tits. He bit down hard around it, pulling half her nipple into her mouth. June moaned loudly, cumming around his cock at the sudden painful pleasure of the bite mark being left on his tits.

“You dare order me?” Zuko hissed loudly. “I am the Prince of the Fire Nation. You are a commoner whore. Your womb isn’t worthy of my cum!”

“More, more,” June moaned. “I’m cumming!”

“Of course you are, you dirty slut,” he hissed. “This cunt of yours can’t help it. It’s only natural that it cums at the feeling of a royal dick inside it. You’re a whore, I am a prince, you aren’t worthy of my seed. You’re nothing more than a glorified cum dump!”

“FUCK!” June shouted, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm hit a new high. Zuko’s nuts contracting, pumping the rest of his backed-up loads deep into her cunt.

“Fuck, your cum is flooding my womb!” She moaned.

“You want to know how many royal bastards we have?” Zuko growled. “It’s about to be one more!”

“Yes, yes, fuck!” June shrieked into Zuko’s shoulder. Zuko gripped her body hard, holding her close as he came deep inside her, making her torso swell even more. For a moment, they were one form, shuddering and shaking together as intense orgasms rocked their bodies. An overflow of Zuko’s cum retched from June’s pussy, splattering over their thighs. The sweat-covered duo panted wildly, pulling back to lock eyes. His deflating cock twitched inside her. June licked her lips.

“You owe me anal and a titjob,” June hissed.

It was late into the night. Bato, Katara, and Sokka were still sharing stories. Aang was still sitting in the corner, not even acknowledged. Finally, after another long period of laughter, Bato turned serious, looking at both of Hakoda’s kids.

“There’s something I should tell you kids,” The elder warrior was quite serious, suddenly. “I’m expecting a message from your father.”

“Really?!” Sokka exclaimed. “When?!”

“Any day now,” Bato replied. “Your father said he’d send a message when they found the rendezvous point. If you wait here until the message arrives, you can come with me to see your father again.”

Aang glanced at his friends, staying silent, waiting for either of them to even glance at him.

“It’s been almost a decade since we’ve seen Dad!” Sokka exclaimed. “That would be so incredible! Katara!”

The Water Tribe bimbo seemed hesitant, putting a finger to her chin. 

Please, Katara Aang pleaded silently, Just look at me

“I do really miss him,” She said, looking at the floor, refusing to meet her brother’s gaze. “It would be great to see Dad.”

Aang rose silently, but they did not look. Tears welled up in his eyes, a pain in his heart. The monk turned, opening the door and leaving into the night.

“It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?” Bato nodded. “I’m not sure when word will arrive, but when it does-“

The rest of the conversation was lost to Aang as he and Momo entered the cold night wind. 

We need you, Aang The familiar voice crept into his mind.

“But I need you,” He whimpered, fighting back tears.

“Who?” A voice called.

Aang turned to find the younger, thicc sister standing nearby. In her hands was a folding pair of dark blue breeches. “The Mother Superior asked me to bring these to your friend. It took me a while, but I found some that should fit her in Water Tribe style. They fit me at least.”

Aang smiled sadly, “Thanks.” He put a hand out, taking the breeches from her.

“What’s wrong, Avatar?” She asked, cocking her head. “You seem troubled.”

“Nothing,” Aang shook his head. “Just … nothing.”

“Well, Mother Superior says that bottling is for perfumes, not emotions,” She smiled. “Emotions are meant to be shared, allowed to spray through the air and affect others. Like a cock releasing cum!”

“Yeah, I suppose … the monks always sa-” Aang almost missed what exactly she had said, “What? What kind of Abbey is this?”

“The best kind,” The sister whispered, pulling her brown skirts to the side to show her skin-tight white breeches and the damp spot over her cunt. “It would be an honour to give myself to the Avatar.” 

Aang’s cock stirred, pressing against his breeches. The sister caught this, eyes transfixed on his erection. “I heard you Monks had gifts like that. Always wanted to sample. Follow me!”

Her hand wrapped around Aang’s wrist, leading him away from Bato’s shelter.

“It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?” Bato nodded. “I’m not sure when word will arrive, but when it does, you two are welcome to come with.”

“When exactly, though?” Sokka asked.

“Can’t say, could be tomorrow or next week,” Bato shrugged.

Sokka let out a sigh at this; his gaze met Katara’s, both knowing the truth of it. “It would be great, but we can’t. We have to take Aang to the North Pole first.”

“Even if we had time to wait for the message,” Katara added, looking down at the floor. “Who knows how far we’d have to travel. We don’t have time for a long detour. We’re already behind schedule.”

Bato smiled at them both. “I’m sure your father will understand. And be proud that his children are helping the Avatar.

The Sister, Kolo was her name, led Aang to a room of storage supplies. All the ingredients they used to make the perfumes. Aang had barely shut the door before the sister was completely nude. Her tits were nothing more than two small nubs on her chest. Her cunt had a well-groomed, thin strip of dirty blonde hair. Her hips and thighs were seas of gorgeous pale flesh. Her hair was straight, a similar colour to that at her cunt, up in a tight top knot that had been hidden under her hat.

“Now, let’s see what gifts you were given, Avatar,” She mewled, biting her lips.

Aang had his clothes peeled off quickly, revealing his massive, thick erection. Kolo’s cunt began to drool in anticipation of the impending penetration. 

“So thick,” She moaned. “Come here.”

Aang crossed the distance between them. His arms wrapped around her thin waist, bringing her in for a kiss. Instead of lips, Aang felt a palm on his mouth.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Uhh … kissing you?” Aang asked.

Kolo pulled his arms loose, sinking to her knees. “Sorry, Avatar, but the policy of this Abbey is we don’t kiss the men we please.” 

“Oh …” Aang let out a confused nod. He forgot his reservations a moment later as Kolo opened her mouth wide and swallowed down his cock with ease. All the way to the base. Her tongue snaked out to lap at his ball sack. Aang shuddered, hands dancing through the air, unsure of where to go. Kolo glanced up at him, watching the Avatar shudder at the pleasure her mouth was delivering. She sucked on his dick hard, slowly retreating up to the tip. The cool air of the night mixed with the hot saliva she was leaving behind, creating a pleasurable cooling effect on his dick. As the bulbous, spongy head of Aang’s dick touched the back of her teeth, Kolo shot forward again, sucking Aang back down to base instantly, holding there for a moment before repeating the process of slowly backing out, sucking hard as she went. 

Aang let out a haggard moan as pleasure cascaded over his body in waves. His orgasm was building quickly in his nut sack. Though he had spent the day prior emptying his balls into Meng and Aunt Wu, and that evening emptying them into Katara, he did have plenty of cum swimming around, waiting to deposit into another girl’s pussy or mouth. His hands went to her hair, pulling lightly on it. Kolo moaned in encouragement, sucking hard on Aang’s cock as she swallowed him down. Aang began to thrust into her mouth, eyes closed as his brain lost itself in the sea of pleasure. The heavy drops of drool pooled on the underside of his cock, splashing to the tiled floor below as his cock was completely coated in the sister’s spittle. Nuts gurgling in the sack, brewing a proper load for her guts. 

Kolo let out a deep, admiring moan, a hand coming up to start stroking the parts of Aang’s cock that he had the unfortunate position of existing outside of her mouth at that moment. Her eyes were completely transfixed upon Aang’s cock, unable to perceive even Aang’s thighs or stomach. Her entire world was a few feet of thick, pale penis. Her other hand then reached up, cupping the heavy cum-swollen balls that dangled below, sagging towards the ground under their own weight. Her mouth pulled off Aang’s cock with a meaty pop, a hefty amount of spittle splashing to the ground.

“Ohh, so much cum,” She moaned. “I can feel it in your balls. Do you want to dump it into my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?”

She moaned, sticking her tongue from her mouth and crossing her eyes.

“I think I’ll go with pussy,” Aang replied reluctantly, still feeling the funk of what had happened in the room. 

Kolo let out a moan, stroking Aang’s shaft from base to tip, bunching up her shoulders. “Naughty, Avatar, wanting to get me pregnant?”

Aang ignored her comments as she rolled over onto her stomach, letting Aang admire the massive, pale ass of the sister. She arched her back, pushing her ass up towards Aang’s cock as the Monk sank to his knees. Her massive ass cheeks hot dogged around the cock, with the sister beginning to twerk and shake her ass, enticing Aang’s cock as it bucked and twitched against her.

“Oooh, maybe your cock would prefer my ass?” She moaned. 

Aang’s hand gripped hard into her fleshy ass, fingers disappearing into them. His other hand handed down a heavy spank, earning a loud yelp from the sister.

“Your pussy will do,” He replied. His hand went from her ass to his own spit-slick cock, guiding it towards her leaking cunt, dripping to the floor. His cock head kissed against her lips, pre-cum pitting into her twat. He began to push slowly, her lips spreading with ease to let his bulbous cock head inside. Her hands clasped together, eyes closing as her focus went on the feeling of penetration.

His entire cock head was swallowed into her pussy, followed by unending inch after inch of his fat dick being swallowed into her deep, wet cunt. He shuddered, once again trying to fight off the building orgasm, rising like a dam about to flood. His pelvis slammed into her soft, fat ass cheeks, causing them to bounce and ripple and clap in a sporadic rhythm with his thrusts. 

“Oh, your dick is amazing,” She moaned, fingers digging into the tiles. “The Air Nomads were truly gifted indeed!” 

Aang thrust hard into her.

They would just leave me like that He wondered, only half paying attention to the way he was fucking the sister beneath him. Her entire body was squirming and shaking as dozens of tiny, micro-orgasms washed over her, building towards her proper release.

Bato said their father was in the Eastern Earth Kingdom. That’s weeks away. But the North Pole was weeks away … am I being selfish? The questions plagued his mind as his thrusts became less forgiving into Kolo’s cunt. 

“Keep going, deeper, deeper,” She moaned. “I can feel your cock in my stomach!” 

Still, her words failed to reach Aang’s ears, bouncing off as the monk spiralled further in his own mind. I know seeing their father is probably super important to them, but … I need them too

Aang grunted, his sudden orgasm pulling him out of his spiral. Kolo let out a deep moan as her own climax began in tandem with the monk’s. Aang began dumping the full bounty of his nuts directly into the sister’s womb, inflating the tight pale skin with his potent white seed against the cold tiles of the floor. Her cunt clenched hard around, spasming and twitching as the Abbey sister arched her back, screaming silently in pleasure. Aang pulled off her, his deflating cock retching up the last of his cum directly onto her fat ass, causing the cheeks to bounce from the impacts. Aang’s gaze turned back to the entrance, spotting his own pile of clothes, as well as Katara’s new breeches.

He looked back to find Kolo smiling, eyes shut, completely asleep. The monk let out a sigh, moving away to redress. 

The cool air of the night hit his bald head as he exited into the cold winter air. He looked down at the trousers in his hand, then over to the door where the Water Tribe kin were sharing memories.

Momo clawed at his leg, having been left outside accidentally. 

“Come on, Momo,” Aang said, gesturing for her to climb up. They wandered off, out of the Abbey and back down the path they had come from.

Aang retreated all the way back to the boat where they had run into Bato. Their campfire had long since gone out, and the cold ocean air was brushing out onto the land. The Monk bent the air around him, making it warmer, and mounted the bow of the ship, huddling with his legs tucked up to his chest. 

“I can’t believe they would leave me,” Aang finally said, choking back tears. “Just like that … There’s no way they think we can go to the Eastern Earth Kingdom and back …”

The sound of an ostrich-horse brought Aang from his own mind. He looked up to see an Earth Kingdom soldier approaching along the shoreline. He came sprinting up to Aang, staring up at the monk.

“I’m looking for Bato of the Water Tribe,” He said, his breath forming clouds from the low temperature.

“Uhh, I know Bato,” Aang raised an eyebrow at the man.

“Make sure he gets this,” The messenger replied, rummaging in the knapsack he had at his waist. A parchment was produced in his hand, extending his arm up to Aang, having to stand on his saddle. Aang bent over, his weight falling towards the ground. He took the parchment, then flicked at the air, pushing himself back upright. The messenger nodded and whipped at the reins of his ostrich-horse, rushing off into the cold night.

Aang watched the man go, wondering why he had come so late in the night.

That must have been why Bato was coming back to his boat Aang realised To check for the message. But wait … that means-

Aang pulled the fur and leather tube the letter was encased in, tossing it down into the boat. He unfurled the parchment, finding his suspicions confirmed.

“The map to Sokka and Katara’s dad,” Aang gasped as he and Momo pored over the information.

Chameleon Bay? That’s on the other side of the Earth Kingdom, that’s a month away! We can’t afford that much time, not when we’re this close to the North Pole. They’d know that too … which means …  Aang fought back tears.

He glanced at Momo for a moment, then returned his eyes to the map.

We need you, Aang

I’m sorry, but I need you too Aang crumpled the map as tears ran down his face, stuffing the parchment into his gi. The cold air hit him again as Aang let the tears run down his face.

Aang slid the door to Bato’s room open, peeking inside. Katara, Sokka, and Bato were still gathered around the interior cookfire, smiling as they shared drinks. 

“Hey, everyone,” Aang greeted with a wave, “Sorry I was gone so long.” He chuckled nervously.

“Hey, Aang,” Katara turned her head towards the door, “I didn’t notice you left. Where did you go?”

“Oh, just for a walk, the heat from the cook fire was getting to my head,” Aang replied, scratching the back of his head. “Oh, Katara, here.”

He plucked the dark blue breeches from underneath his armpit, handing them to her. “One of the sisters gave it to me to give to you. Y’know me … good messenger, hahaha.”

“Ooh, they’re so soft,” Katara said, feeling the fabric. Part of her lamented having to once again wear bottoms, having gotten quite used to the nudity from the waist down. Still, she knew the further North they travelled, the colder it would get. Katara moved away from the group to get dressed modestly, another forgotten concept she was having to practise again with Bato. 

“Let’s get some rest,” Bato suggested. “It’s quite late.” 

The herbalist had travelled all the way down her mountain, towards the abandoned ruins across the valley from her sanctuary in search of rare ingredients for her cat’s dinners and remedies. There was a strange rumbling on the ground, which she chose to ignore, even as it got closer and closer. She continued to shear and trim the plants. She was finally made to do so when the rumbling stopped just behind her; it was replaced by a beastly roar. Her cat hissed, scampering away. 

The old woman in her mint robes turned to face a Shirshu mounted by three people of Fire Nation origin. She smiled at the oldest amongst them.

“Out for a bit of fresh air, are we?” The herbalist questioned with a smirk.

“We’re looking for someone,” The young bald man hissed back. The beast they were mounted upon was sniffing the air, searching for a scent, the herbalist knew. 

“I hope it’s not Miyuki,” She chuckled, turning to look down at her cat, still quite spooked by the beast. “Miyuki, did you get in trouble with the Fire Nation again?”

The cat simply meowed, retreating from the sight before it.

“The Avatar’s been through here,” June declared. “And that bimbo spent a lot of time here, too. Let’s keep moving!” She cracked her whip, bidding her Shirshu, named Nyla, to move on.

The sun was high in the sky by the time everyone woke up. Aang was the first to rise, unable to sleep again, like when he was having the nightmares. He decided to take care of three problems at once - trying to clear his mind by practising his airbending and feeding Appa all at the same time by pushing hay through the air to his best friend. 

As the monk returned to his neutral stance, the balled-up parchment fell from his gi to the ground. Aang froze, staring at it.

How could I forget? He thought, feeling the overwhelming rush of guilt hit him, nearly knocking him to the ground How could I do that to them?

“Aha!” The Mother Superior’s voice rang in Aang’s ear as she appeared in his peripheral vision. Her old fingers clutched the paper. “I caught you. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

How does she know? Aang froze in fear, staring up at her as she held the parchment high in the air.

“Littering the courtyard,” She scoffed, handing him back the parchment.

“I’m sorry,” Aang said quickly. “I’ll take care of this.” He gave her a curt bow, and the woman moved on.

Aang replaced the parchment in his gi, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest.

I’ll just place it on Bato’s boat tonight before he goes out to check for it, no harm, no foul … and then say goodbye to Katara and Sokka His fast beating heart was suddenly heavy. 

“Hey, Aang!” Sokka called from across the yard, getting the Monk’s attention. “We’re gonna go to Bato’s boat to check for the message, you wanna come with?”

“Sure,” Aang smiled weakly, the pain of his actions heavy in his chest. 

The cool bay air rolled in from the water across the compacted sand of the beach. Aang walked a distance to the Water Tribesman’s side. 

“This ship is sentimental to me,” Bato explained as they approached the hull. He reached out his bandaged hand, running it across a deep gash that had been tarred up. “It was built by my father.”

Aang wasn’t listening as Bato explained every ding and scrape on the hull to Katara and Sokka. His eyes had landed on the trail of Ostrich-Horse tracks leading up to the beach. His heart skipped a beat in fear, and the Avatar froze in place for a moment. He glanced behind himself, checking to see if any were watching. Sokka seemed to be completely enamoured with what Bato was saying, whilst Katara was picking and prodding at her skin-tight breeches, not used to wearing pants anymore.

With a quick flick of his wrists, a blast of air sailed low across the beach, erasing the trail.

What am I doing? Aang winced I need to come clean

He turned, regrouping with the trio, heart beating wildly in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to work up any courage to speak.

“Is this the boat he took you Ice Dodging in?” Sokka asked Bato.

“Yep,” Bato replied proudly, both fists on his hips. “And it’s got the scar to prove it. Hahah, how about you, Sokka? You must have some good stories from your first time Ice Dodging?”

Sokka’s gaze cast down to the sand of the beach, a subtle red embarrassment against his mocha skin.

“He never got to go,” Katara piped up in a sombre tone. “Dad left before he was old enough.”

“Oh,” Bato’s face softened at the realisation, a hand reflexively reaching up to comfort Sokka. “I forgot, you were too young.”

“What’s Ice Dodging?” Aang asked from behind Bato, raising a curious eyebrow.

“It’s a Rite of Passage for young Water Tribe members,” Bato replied, turning his head to face Aang, “When you turn fourteen, your day takes you-”

He cut himself off, pondering a thought for a moment. He turned with a smirk back to Sokka, the young warrior looking up at him. He reached down, his arm resting on Sokka’s shoulder. “You know what? You’re about to find out.”

An erupting volcano now seemed to be the least of the village’s worries. The townsfolk were sent running and screaming in every direction as the large Shirshu leapt from rooftop to rooftop, sniffing the air as it raced towards a large building with a red door near the centre of the village. Outside, a buxom woman in her late fifties with a gorgeous frame and sharp cheekbones watched the approaching monster. Her face didn’t flinch as the snarling, sniffing beast grew closer. Her dark black hair, going grey, was up in a tight bun as usual, with a few stains in it from the guests she had welcomed that day. The beast stayed, sniffing at the door.

“Why are we stopping?!” Barked the bald man upon the beast.

“Because the girl must have spent a lot of time here,” The busty, black-haired girl replied. “And from the way Nyla is reacting, she must have had a good time.”

“We have no time for this,” The bald man hissed. He dismounted the best onto the stone floor of the village. The busty woman leading the group was holding a dark blue necklace, which he snatched from her hand. He marched around to the front of the thing, holding it up to the clearly sensitive nose. The beast sniffed and reared back, snarling in anger. The bald man ducked low, spinning out of the way of the long tongue as it shot up at him.

“Hey! Watch it! What the hell was that?” He snapped, glaring at the woman. 

The old man, who had been silent up to this point, belly laughed at the bald man’s misfortune.

“Oh, look, she likes you,” The woman mocked. “And unlike me, she wants to give you a tongue job for free.”

The busty, buxom woman walked alongside the beast, staring up at the jovial older man.

“Care to hear your fortune, handsome?” Asked Aunt Wu, licking her lips.

“At my age, there’s really only one big surprise left,” The old man replied with a smile. “And I’d just as soon leave it a mystery.”

“Maybe we can skip the fortune reading and just enjoy each other’s company then?” She asked, giving him eyes.

“Uncle!” The bald man hissed as he remounted.

“Maybe on the way back,” The uncle replied. The busty woman cracked her whip, and the beast took off, over the rooftops and off to the northwest.

That necklace looked Water Tribe Aunt Wu reasoned They must be after Aang and Katara and Sokka … If those kids fight like they fuck, it’ll be a tough battle for those three firebenders.

Bato’s ship cast off after Katara brought in some water with her bending. The winter waters were choppy, battering against the ship as it sailed out into the jagged rock bay. Sails unfurled, they charged after their target. Bato held the controls steady as Aang watched. Katara and Sokka were standing under the mast, watching the approaching waves.

“Ice Dodging is a ceremonial test of wisdom, bravery, and trust,” Bato began. “In our village, it was done by weaving a boat through a field of icebergs.”

“How are we supposed to Ice Dodge without ice?” Sokka asked, turning to Bato.

“You’ll be dodging those,” Replied Bato, pointing ahead to the jagged rocks that surrounded the bay.

Smaller wooden fishing boats dotted the bay, strewn about and smashed upon the rocks. Both the siblings recoiled in fear, recalling the last time they had gone unofficially Ice Dodging. It led them to Aang. 

“Sokka, you steer and call the shots,” Bato instructed, releasing the helm. Sokka moved over to where Bato was, the older man placing both hands on his shoulders, “Lead wisely.” He gestured to the unoccupied helm, which the young warrior quickly took over.

“Katara, you secure the mainsail,” Bato continued, gesturing up to the large mast. “The winds can be brutal. So be brave.”

Katara moved into place with a smile, for once finding what she was holding thin enough to wrap her hands around it. The elder warrior then turned to the bald monk.

“Aang,” He addressed the Avatar. “You control the jib. Without your steady hand, we all go down. Your position is about trust.”

The words stung Aang’s heart, knowing he had missed the chance to mention the note. “I know that,” He said, trying to put on a brave face.

Bato gave his words little mind, turning and moving to the bow of the ship. He sat, turning his back to the oncoming rocks. “For this to be done right, I cannot help,” He explained. “You pass or fail on your own.”

Katara, Aang, and Sokka all shared a nervous glance, remembering the last time the three of them had control of a ship of this scale. It had been larger, actually, and it fell over a waterfall. The waves picked up, accelerating the boat into their challenge. Sokka reacted first, steeling himself as he put both hands confidently on the rudder.

“Aang,” He called. “Ease up on the jib. Katara, steady your hands!”

Two spires of doom sat before them, two close together to sail through. Salt water sprayed up onto all present, soaking their clothes in the freezing water. “Aang, less sail! Katara, give him room!” With all his strength, Sokka pulled the hem hard to starboard. The entire ship lurched and groaned as it banked to avoid the danger ahead of them. Aang quickly worked the jib, pulling hard on the rope. Katara let her line go slack, giving Aang the ‘room’ Sokka demanded. 

A hard wave rocked the boat on the port. side, causing even Bato to wince as the water sprayed onto the deck. The helm was fighting Sokka the entire way as they sailed through the apex of the rocks. The wind was pummeling the sails, sending them careening through the water at incredible speeds. A large rock sat ahead of them, bent and encouraging ships one way or the other. 

“Aang!” Sokka shouted, “Helm to lee, helm to lee!” He waved his arm, mimicking what he wanted to happen. The helm grunted, pushing on his arms. Sokka turned, bracing it against his back. His legs stamped into the side of the ship, putting his full weight into holding it in place.

“What does that even mean!” Aang shouted back, pulling on the rope in his hands, finding a lot of tension, but it barely budged. Another massive wave rocked the ship, starboard side this time. The slick deck forced Katara to the familiar posture of being on her knees, gripping the rope in her hands as it began to slide, giving her an abrasion. The entire ship leaned as they skirted along the edge of the rock. It reached a bigger opening, and Sokka left the helm, banking the ship hard to starboard.

“Great job!” Sokka cheered. 

Ahead of them was a wall over spires, no opening large enough for their ship. Their nearest way out was hard starboard. Katara’s horrified expression prompted Bato to rise from his seat, turning to gauge the danger.

“There’s no way through!” Katara shouted.

“We can make it,” Her brother replied, clenching his fist with determination. 

“Sokka, you’ve already proven yourself,” Bato called. “Maybe we shou-”

“Aang, I’m gonna need air in that sail! Katara, I want you to bend as much water as you can between us and those rocks!” Sokka ordered, confidence high in his voice. “Now!”

Aang and Katara got to work. Katara began pulling the water up, raising the boat high on a large, artificial wave. Aang threw his hands up, blasting the sail with air, pulling it almost completely out of the water. Sokka clenched both his fists, baring his teeth in sudden concern as the rocks were swallowed by Katara’s wave. He closed his eyes. They sailed over the rocks, both benders releasing their element, sending the ship drifting off the large, bulbous wave and into the calm waters on the other side of the rocky bay. Sokka let out a sigh of relief, relaxing against the rudder. 

Bato and Sokka guided their boat with ease away from the rocky terrain, running it upon the sandbar, guided with Katara’s bending to bring it to a gentle finish. Bato and Sokka anchored the boat in the cold sand beaches. Bato began affixing something below deck whilst the trio eagerly awaited him on the shoreline. Aang’s heart was pounding in his chest, drumming with guilt in his ears. Bato returned, mixing his fingers into a bowl of dark blue ink.

“The Spirits of Water bear witness these marks!” Bato declared, bringing two ink-soaked fingers up to Sokka’s forehead. “For Sokka - the mark of the Wise. The same mark your father earned.” He painted a long arch with a dot under the apex of the curve upon the young warrior’s head. 

“For Katara,” He said, turning to the fully clothed bimbo. “The Mark of the Brave. Your courage impresses us.” Katara smiled widely as Bato painted a crescent moon upon the bender’s head.

He turned to the monk. “And for Aang. The mark of the Trusted. You are now an honorary member of the Water Tribe.” Another arch, though this time without the dot. 

Aang winced at Bato’s words. “I can’t,” He said sadly, looking down.

“Of course you can,” Katara chuckled dismissively, not truly understanding what he was saying. Aang wiped the mark from his head, staining the sleeve of his gi.

“No, you can’t trust me,” Aang sighed. Sokka raised a concerned eyebrow at the Monk.

“Aang, what are you talking about?” Asked Katara, now as confused as her brother. 

“A messenger gave this to me for Bato,” Aang said, pulling the crumpled parchment from inside his gi. Katara took it, unfurling the item.

No way …. Katara’s jaw fell slack in shock Aang, why would yo-

Sokka and Bato moved up alongside Katara, studying the parchment, both quickly realising what it was.

“You have to understand,” Aang said somberly. “I was afraid you wou-”

“This is the map to our father!” Sokka exclaimed, anger rising in his voice like a stoking fire. “How long have you had this?! When were you going to tell us?! Well, you can go to the North Pole on your own! I’m going to find my father!”

Katara turned, wide-eyed and shocked as Sokka stormed off. 

“Now, Sokka,” Bato called calmly. “I think you shou-”

“Katara, are you with me?” Sokka asked, turning back to his sister.

There was a beat, and Katara felt shock run through her body at Sokka’s question. She turned back to Aang, the Monk refusing to meet her gaze. 

Aang … why would he hide that from us? Sokka is being rash. And dad …. Katara pondered for a moment, a strange reservation running over her. She turned to move towards Aan,g and yet something stopped her. Her entire body felt frozen. Why do I want to go with Aang? He won’t even explain himself; he’s just standing there. 

“Katara!” Sokka snapped.

“I’m with you, Sokka,” Katara said, turning away from Aang.

Katara and Sokka left the beach. Bato stood for a moment before following them, leaving Aang alone.

Aang returned to the Abbey an hour later. By then, Bato, Sokka, and Katara had finished packing and were preparing to leave. Aang didn’t greet them, instead moving straight to prepping Appa for travel.

The north beaches by sunset He reminded himself of their original plan. He finished setting Appa’s reins and sat, sulking for a moment. He watched Bato, Katara, and Sokka cross the yard. The men refused to meet his gaze. Katara, however, paused, looking over at Aang. The Bimbo made her way over. Now she was the one refusing to meet his gaze. She stopped a few feet from him, pausing for a moment before speaking.

“Good luck,” She said. “And thank you … for the journey, the sex, all of it.”

“Thanks, you too,” Aang replied quietly. Katara glanced over to Bato and Sokka at the gates. 

“We don’t have time for a farewell quickie,” Katara sighed. Her hands went up to her tight tunic, undoing the white sash across her thin stomach. “But … something to remember me by.” She pulled her tunic apart, letting her massive bust exhale as it was set free, bouncing upon her chest.

Aang’s dick didn’t rise an inch; his own mind was too far gone into the pit of self-doubt that he had fallen into. He did crack a smile. “I’m gonna miss those.”

“And I’m gonna miss that dick,” Katara chuckled, biting her lip. The Bimbo redid her dress, hiding herself again. “I gotta say, it’s weird to wear pants again.”

“They don’t look right on you,” Aang chuckled weakly.

“I agree,” Katara replied. She glanced at the gate. Bato and Sokka were both now looking at her, waiting. “Okay … goodbye, Aang.”

“Goodbye, Katara,” Aang waved, choking back tears as the Bimbo left to join her brother and father’s friend, wandering out of the Abbey and off down a trail heading southeast, back towards Aunt Wu’s village.

The Mother Superior approached with a neutral expression on her face.

“Guess I should be moving on?” Aang asked.

“That would be best,” she stated. 

Aang pulled on Appa’s reins. The beast let out a small grunt, walking through the doorway and out onto the pathways. Aang stared off at the eastern path, watching three blue dots disappear up into the sentinel pines. 

“I’m an idiot, Momo,” Aang spoke to his lemur-bat, who was currently clinging to one of Appa’s horns. He pulled Appa, sending the beast west towards the beach. 

Close to sundown, the sisters were pouring their mixtures of perfume into the bottles, preparing them for a big mission where they would travel all across the Earth Kingdom to sell them. There was a subtle rumbling in the ground that brought their attention from their work. Every sister paused, looking in the direction of the beat. It was unlike earthbending, and nothing a firebender could make.

The sisters were sent running and screaming as the wooden doors to the Abbey were blown open. A massive shirshu bearing three riders roared as it entered the room, sniffing about. It circled for a moment, wandering especially close to Bato’s room.

“We’re getting close!” The busty woman leading the trio declared. She whipped the beast, which took off out of the broken gate and charged east. 

“Mother Superior!” Called one of the sisters.

“I know, I saw them too … hirebenders. We must warn the Avatar,” she said. “I shall go to the beach and warn him.”

“But what of his companions and Bato? That beast was heading east!”

“It’s too late for them, I fear. But the Avatar must not fall into the hands of the Fire Nation!” She declared. 

“Are you sure he’s still at the beach?” Another asked.

“Kolo went to see him off; she hasn’t returned yet,” The Mother Superior replied. 

They were only an hour and a half from the compound. A wolf's howl caused the trio to pause, trying to determine the proximity of its source. 

“That wolf sounds so sad,” Katara noted, looking at her brother. 

“It’s probably wounded,” Replied Sokka.

Bato turned to both of them. “No, it’s been separated from the pack. I understand that pain. It’s how I felt when the Water Tribe warriors had to leave me behind. They are my family, and being apart from them was more painful than my wounds.”

Clear as day, Sokka could see the Water Tribe fleet in his mind’s eye, sailing from their once great docks, tears streaming down his face as they left. 

The Water Tribewarrior turned around, staring back down the road they had travelled upon.

“Sokka?” Katara called her brother.

“We need to go back,” He said, turning back to his sister, who was staring at him in surprise. “I want to see Dad, but helping Aang is where we’re needed the most”

Katara smiled at her brother, “You’re right.”

“Your father will understand,” Bato approached, smiling at the siblings. He placed a hand on their shoulders, looking back and forth between them. “And I know he’s proud of you.”

“Thanks, Bato,” Sokka nodded.

“I know where to go from here,” The older warrior continued, reaching into his pack. He produced the map, handing it to Sokka. “Take this in case you want to find us. I’ll leave a message at the rendezvous point.”

Kolo had her head buried in the sand, screaming her way through yet another orgasm. The Avatar’s fat pale pole was digging its way into her womb once again, stretching her soaking cunt as it drooled into the cool sand of the beach. Aang’s two fists were bracketing the sister’s body, digging into the cold sand as he pounded hard into her pussy, making her massive ass clap and ripple and shake and jiggle, loud enough to beat out the sound of crashing waves in the monk’s ears. The cacophony of noise was something the airbender appreciated in the moment, keeping his mind off all the recent mistakes he had made.

His thrusts were less shy than they typically were, threatening to leave a bruise on Kolo’s massive ass as she was fucked deeper and deeper into the sand bar.

“Harder!” She screamed. “Harder!”

Aang obliged, slam fucking the sister. His cum-stuffed balls swung down like a pendulum, banging like a hard hand against a closed door on her clit. His fists dug further into the sand, Aang’s subtle rage exploding from his cock into her eager womb as he bottomed out inside her with more and more force.

“OH YESSSSHHH!” She screamed, her cunt clenching around Aang’s dick, threatening to crush his Airbender cock with how tightly she was squeezing. Her entire body convulsed and shook, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her buried face looked up to the sky, nerves alight with pleasure. Her pinned legs spasmed hard beneath Aang. Her fingers danced, kicking up the compact sand around her. The Avatar could barely keep his cock moving, feeling her pussy seal completely around his member so tightly that it created a vacuum in her vagina as he pulled out. 

Aang winced, his nuts screaming at him to let his release go, a massive load brewing deep in his nut sack.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Aang exclaimed.

“Inside!” Kolo shouted so loud it echoed across the bay. “Inside! Flood my womb!”

Aang was happy to oblige, slamming his cock to its base inside Kolo. His nuts contracted as the massive load of cum erupted up his shaft, exploding inside her tight womb and painting it completely white. Aang shuddered, his body collapsing forward onto Kolo’s massive, pale cheeks. His form was covered in sweat, as was hers. 

“Fuck, you really know how to use that cock, Avatar,” Kolo moaned, grinding her massive cheeks into his flaccid dick, still buried into her twat. “I just wish you’d be willing to dig my ass out.”

Aang paid her words no mind, pulling himself from her hole as he stood. His flaccid dick dripped cum and squirt into the puddle of what was already pooling out of her cum-stuffed cunt. Aang wiped the sweat from his brow, staring out across the bay as the wind from the forest blew down the sandbar. The cold did not bother him.

“Avatar!” The Superior’s voice brought Aang’s attention around, spotting the woman emerging from the tree line. “You must leave!” 

“Okay,” Aang shook his head. “I get it. Everyone wants me gone.”

“A group of people came to the Abbey looking for you,” The Superior explained as she approached, unbothered by the lewd display. 

“Who?” Aang asked, his face changing to a stern and serious expression.

“A fierce-looking woman with a horrible monster,” The Mother Superior replied. “And a young man with a scar.”

“Zuko,” Aang realised. 

“The beast was using the scent of a necklace to follow you, but it ran off in the other direction,” She finished explaining.

A necklace? Aang wondered I don’t own a necklace, but … Katara!

The Abbey was just over the ridge. Sokka and Katara both felt a strange sensation in their chest. Katara gripped her backpack. The path was passing through a large hill, most likely flattened by an Earthbender years ago. 

“Do you think he’s left?” Katara asked.

“No, he’s in no condition to fly,” Sokka shook his head, not even turning to look at his sister.

“You sure? How can you be sure?” She pushed.

“My instincts tell me he’s close,” Sokka replied. 

Katara gave a soft chuckle at her brother’s sure mind. 

“I’m honestly amazed you haven’t taken those pants off yet,” Sokka commented, once again without looking at Katara. 

“Huh?” The Water Tribe bimbo raised a confused eyebrow before casting her gaze south. Indeed, the skin-tight dark blue breeches remained in place, hugging her curvy form tightly to accentuate her massive, round butt and thick thighs, even giving anyone looking a pretty detailed look at her camel toe if the front tunic skirt ever flew upwards. “Oh, I guess I’m finally adjusting to wearing bottoms again.” 

Sokka put a hand out, stopping his sister in her tracks. There was something subtle in the air, something Katara had missed. 

Footsteps Sokka heard, reaching for his club. 

From behind, the ground rumbled, bringing both siblings around in a panic. A massive beast of black and brown coarse fur. Three riders upon its back, all staring them down.

What the hell! Sokka gripped the handle of his club tightly with fear. He spotted two familiar faces upon the beast’s back. Zuko!

The beast let out a massive roar, sending fear shuddering up the spines of both Katara and Sokka. They retreated, running from the beast, properly terrified. They found themselves against the high walls of the hill that earthbenders must have carved this path through. They turned back to face Zuko and his companions. The beast snarled, foaming at the mouth. 

The busty woman leading them clicked her tongue against her teeth, seeming to size up Katara. “So, this is your little sex toy. No wonder she left. She’s way too thick for you.”

Zuko ignored the woman, getting off the beast and approaching the duo. Katara spotted a blue charm on a string in his clenched fist.

My mother’s necklace! Katara realised. 

“Where is he?” Zuko asked angrily. “Where’s the Avatar?”

“We split up!” Sokka declared. “He’s long gone.”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Zuko sneered.

“Pretty stupid,” Sokka smirked. His hand went up, shoving into Katara’s arm. “Run!” He charged forward, pulling his club out. Katara did as Sokka demanded, rushing down the path towards the Abbey. The beast growled, lashing its tongue out. It slashed Sokka across the chest, ripping open his tunic. Sokka felt his entire body burning as his limbs went numb. He slammed to the ground at Zuko’s feet, not even getting a shot in. The beast turned its attention to Katara, who had only gotten a few dozen feet. Its tongue leapt out again, slashing Katara across the back. She shrieked as a similar feeling overtook her body. 

She slammed into the ground, her body bouncing slightly as her rack hit the dirt road first. The wound on Sokka’s chest and Katara’s back was bleeding as the toxins ran through their veins.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Zuko pondered.

Iroh stroked his goatee, pondering an idea, “Perhaps they spent enough time with the Avatar to collect his scent?”

“It’d need to be something that the Avatar spends a lot of time in contact with,” June replied.

Zuko eyed down the paralysed Katara, feeling his cock twitch. “I know what.” 

He marched over to her.

“What are you doing?!” Katara demanded, her body completely stiff. “Don’t touch me.”

Zuko ignored her demands, reaching down to her breeches. His hands roughly gripped into Katara’s fleshy thighs, an action that would have normally made the Bimbo moan, but she couldn’t feel a thing. With a grunt, Zuko ripped the crotch of her new clothes open, exposing her massive butt and fleshy pussy. He pulled her legs apart, exposing her even more to June and Iroh.

“Classy, real classy,” June rolled her eyes. She clicked her tongue, baying Nyla forward. The Shirshu moved forward slowly, sniffing at the ground.

“What are you doing to me?!” Katara demanded. “Get that thing away from me.”

“Be quiet!” Zuko shouted.

The beast sniffed at Katara’s pussy. A cacophony of smells hit its nose, causing the beast to buck, nearly sending Iroh and June flying from the saddle.

“Easy girl, easy!” June cried, petting her beast. The Shirshu slammed its feet back down into the ground. “Damn girl, you really get around, huh?”

Nyla’s head went up, sniffing through the air.

“Will it work?” Zuko asked.

“Don’t know, the girls seemed to have had a lot of partners. But as long as there aren’t too many in the vicinity, she should be able to find the scent,” June replied. The Shirshu’s nose dove down, sniffing at Zuko.

“Ahh, so I guess you weren’t a virgin after all. Did you take her by force, too?” June chuckled.

Before Zuko could answer, Shirshu moved on, sniffing around at the warrior at his feet.

“Oooh, I guess she’s open for everyone,” June sneered.

Finally, Nyla’s head turned, pointed back towards the Abbey. 

“Bingo,” June chuckled.

“Right, we’re taking them as hostages. The Avatar won’t try to resist if we have his little pets tied up,” Zuko reasoned, picking up Sokka at his feet and throwing him over the saddle. He did the same with Katara before remounting the beast.

The sisters repaired the door as best they could. All they could do, however, was leave the damaged door on the hinges and reinforce them with some leftover beams of wood they had. They were all standing around, far too worried about the Mother Superior to continue the work. The familiar thuds approached the Abbey. The damaged doors were thrown from their hinges entirely as the beast ripped through the gate yet again, sending the women running. Nyla began sniffing the ground, circling the large courtyard of tiles. Zuko quickly grew impatient.

“What’s it doing?” He demanded. “It’s just going in a circle.” 

Suddenly, the blind beast stopped, looking to the sky. The trio’s line of sight followed, looking up to the afternoon sun to find an orange glider diving down at them. Aang swooped low, arching back up at the last moment. The Beast followed, rearing up and lashing its tongue out at the Monk. He managed to avoid it, causing the beast to go high upon its hind legs. The weight distribution was thrown off, dumping the paralysed Water Tribe siblings, Zuko, Iroh, and even June off the saddle as Nyla fell over onto her side. 

“Aang!” Katara cheered, smiling widely.

June recovered first, leaping to her feet. “Up!” She demanded, cracking her whip at Nyla. “Get up!” Nyla rallied, and the busty bounty hunter mounted her beast, charging at Aang.

The monk landed upon the ground, turning to find the beast charging at him. He drew in a breath, panicking for a moment as he cased his surroundings. A familiar groan came as Appa slammed into the side of the massive creature, sending both beast and rider flying off to the side and into the wall of the Abbey, shattering the stones. June skipped along the ground, thrown for a loop. Appa exhaled sharply, causing a small wind to flutter around the Sky Bison.

Good job, buddy Aang thought. 

He turned away from Appa to find Zuko standing across from him. Aang took a ready stance, gripping his staff tightly. Zuko struck first, pulling his arm through the air to send out a wave of fire towards Aang. Aang took a ready stance, moving into the blast and spinning his staff to disperse the flames. He felt the heat upon his fingers, turning around as he prepared his counterattack. He turned back, sending a strong gust of wind towards Zuko with a shout.

Zuko leapt out of the way, sending another blast of flames at Aang. Aang spun his staff, this time barely keeping the flames from his face. He levied another staff-assisted air blast, trying to knock Zuko off his feet. The prince once again leapt out of the way, though not as quickly and was tossed back two feet. He landed firmly, however and swung his fist around. An arcing wave of fire flew towards Aang, threatening to burn him across the chest. Aang leapt into the air, letting it go under him as he flew backwards.

Zuko rushed forward, closing the distance between him and the monk, drawing the Avatar into a close-quarters battle. Right as Aang landed, Zuko kicked high. The monk ducked as low as he could quickly, barely dodging out of the way of the flaming kick that passed over him. Zuko went low as well. With his back to the Avatar, he sprayed fire across the tiles, forcing Aang into the air again. The flames licked at his feet, the Avatar wincing in pain as it caught his shin guard, scorching the flesh. He landed, this time, right back where he had left. He lunged at Zuko with his staff, driving the wooden instrument at Zuko’s head. The Prince could only react instinctively, bringing his arms up and knocking the staff into the air. It flew from Aang’s hand, landing a ways away from both of them. 

Shit! Aang swore in his mind. Zuko followed him up with several massive fire blasts, all of which Aang had no choice but to dodge. He stepped around Zuko, moving quickly as he rested from a move to place himself behind the fire prince as he had in their fight aboard Zuko’s ship. Zuko swung his elbow backwards, giving Aang the perfect chance to duck underneath and pull himself back out right in front of Zuko. He sent a slicing wave of air at the prince, who nimbly ducked out of its path. The Fire Prince breathed out a flame shield, heating the air and sending it away from his head. A cut on his nose was the only damage it did. 

Both Aang and Zuko reared back, gathering their respective element in their hand. They launched forward with a close-range blast, causing a massive explosion. Both men screamed as the hot air and flames enveloped them. Both were thrown from their feet, flying through the air and slamming down hard onto the tiled roofs of the one-story buildings behind them. Zuko coughed up blood upon the impact, landing chest-first into the ceiling. A shard of roof went up through his right arm. Aang landed on his back, letting out a loud cough of pain as his over-abused ribs cracked once again. He could feel blood leaking from the back of his head.

June was covered in cuts and scrapes from her tumble off Nyla. Her right leg was bent most unnaturally as well. The busty woman lay unconscious next to the building her beast had torn a hole through. Uncle Iroh sprinted over. He leaned down, gently patting the woman’s face. Her eyes fluttered open.

“Come on, old man, you can do better than that,” She chuckled.

Iroh paused for a moment, wondering if she wanted him to oblige. She sat up, surveying the battlefield. She turned, finding her beast in a pile of rubble, also unconscious. To her left, her whip lay upon the ground. A quick examination of her leg found it was, in fact, broken. The bounty hunter grabbed the whip, snapping it at her beast.

“Come on, get up,” She grunted, cracking it along Nyla’s back. Nyla leapt to her feet, growling.

“Old man, help me up!” June demanded.

Iroh nodded, reaching down to retrieve the woman. He carried her to her mount. June shrieked in pain as her broken leg slammed against the saddle, but she was back up. With another crack of the whip, June charged into battle. Iroh smiled in self-satisfaction as he watched the busty woman charge. 

Appa leapt into the air as the Shirshu and June charged him, flying over the duo. June pulled upon Nyla’s reins, bringing her to a stop. The beast turned its head to the sky, lashing out with its tongue. Appa let out a deep groan of pain as its razor-like tongue cut into his hide and flesh. He banked through the air, landing with a hard thud upon the tiled floor. The left side of his form began to run numb. After a moment, his legs gave out, dropping him on one side to the ground.

Now that their method of escape is cut off, it’s just up to Fire Crotch to take down the Avatar June chuckled I wonder if he’ll let me keep the warrior kid we captured as a sex slave. He’s pretty cute

Appa’s eyes opened with a vengeance. Shakily, the beast rose back to his feet, baring his teeth at June and Nyla. June whipped at Nyla, demanding silently that the beast charge again. Appa charged as well, floating a few feet off the ground and picking up speed.

Shit! June realised too late that the beast had changed its strategy. Nyla and Appa’s heads collided with a thunderous BOOM, sending June flying from her saddle and into the air. The busty bounty hunter twirled around, getting a final shot in at Appa with her whip, hitting him on the back. She landed on her ass, screaming in pain at her injuries. She did not have much time to recover, however, immediately having to roll out of the way as one of Appa’s feet stamped down on where she landed, shattering the tile work. 

Aang rubbed his head, feeling the open wound on his bald head. The Monk sat up, barely even able to register his surroundings. He let out a gasp of terror as his eyes focused upon Zuko, charging across the centre beam of the rooftop towards him, a massive jet of flames upon his fingers. 

“Ahh!” Zuko roared, pulling his arms around to send the scorching flames towards Aang. The Avatar leapt high into the air, the flames once again licking and playing at his feet. Aang winced in pain as the already tender burn on his left shin grew hot once again. He landed, balancing entirely upon his right leg. Zuko leapt, throwing a jet of flame from his feet at Aang’s roots. Aang leapt into the air again, pulling in the air around him. He aimed down, firing a massive air blast at Zuko. The fire prince leapt into the air as well, spraying a torrent of fire at Aang. The Monk dropped from the sky, but the flames followed, forcing him to create an air shield around himself. He dispersed the flames quickly, leaping back to his feet just as Zuko landed. He pulled his arms together, sending a massive torrent of wind at the prince, sending him sliding back along the beam. His heavy combat boots ripped up the tiling as he was thrown. With a heavy THUD, Zuko hit the tower that jutted up from the Abbey along this section of the roof. Blood flew from Zuko’s lips as his ribs cracked, the piece of roof now dislodged from his right arm, rendering the thing nearly useless as blood poured from it. Zuko’s head took a heavy hit as well, leaving a small stain of blood on the wall behind him. 

The fire prince was barely even able to register his surroundings as his eyes focused upon Aang, charging across the centre beam of the rooftop towards him, hands out as he summoned a massive slice of air. He let out a roar as he swung his arms around. Zuko felt the wind, spinning and sliding down the sloped roof towards the ground. A small sonic boom hit the target he had aimed at, eroding the bricks from the amount of force Aang had put into his swing. Aang moved to follow, but was cut off by Nyla, leaping onto the rooftop and chasing Aang.

Appa turned and slammed his tail on the ground, shattering the rooftop with his own Airbending. Aang leapt from the rooftop, diving into the trough nearby. Nyla followed, both swimming under the courtyard for a moment before emerging on the other side in another trough. Aang went low as he emerged, ricocheting himself off the wall of the Abbey and flying over towards his staff. Nyla leapt up, slamming into the rooftop on the other side, smelling frantically to rediscover Aang’s scent. Appa sent a few more air blasts at the Shirshu. 

Aang raced over to his staff, but found his path blocked by Zuko. He turned, spotting a stone well with a wooden roof. He dashed over to it, pursued by the fire prince. A few flame blasts licked at Aang’s backside, singeing his clothes and putting a few small burns on his torso. The monk reached his target, putting the well between himself and Zuko. The fire prince sent a few fire blasts across the opening, easily dodged. The Avatar noticed something as Zuko’s attack increased. A certain blue necklace was hanging from his wrist.

“You’ve got something I want,” Aang declared. He leapt forward, placing himself inside the covering of the well, all four limbs bracing against the beams that supported the small roof. Zuko let out a barrage of quick attacks at Aang, small fire blasts trying to impact the man only a few feet from his face. With the tight area, however, Zuko’s movements were easy to predict. Along with a few subtle air currents, Aang dodged every single one with ease. He watched Zuko’s right arm closely, where the necklace hung from. Eventually, Zuko’s fire blasts hit the pillars of the roof, shattering all four one right after the other. With a final massive torrent of flames, Zuko sent the burning wooden roof scattering across the large stone courtyard. Aang landed on the rim of the well, quickly joined as the fire prince leapt up to meet him. 

Kicking was their main focus now, each trying to keep their opponent's footing off balance upon the narrow ledges. However, it seemed both men were skilled in footwork, each finding ways to easily parry the other as they danced around the rim of the stone well. All the while, Aang’s fingers danced for Zuko’s wrist, trying to steal the necklace from the prince. Finally, Zuko launched a double fist strike at Aang’s feet. The monk countered with a kick, stepping on Zuko’s back. His other leg swung up, hooking around the loop of Katara’s necklace and pulling it from Zuko’s wrist. With an air blast, he tossed the fire prince from the well lip, slamming him into the stone tile and propelling himself high into the air. He contorted and spun as he back flipped, pulling his foot down to retrieve the necklace into his hands. He was now head over heels and diving straight down into the well.

Perfect Aang thought as he rocketed past Zuko. 

The fire Prince leapt back up onto the well, shooting a torrent of flames into the opening. They died quickly as all the water in the well flew out, blasting the fire prince off his feet and high into the air. Aang landed on, followed by a torrent of rain-like water from the well. Then Zuko, on his chest again, coughing up more blood as his ribs cracked from the impact, his right arm now completely numb. Still, he roused himself, getting to his feet and firing blast after blast at Aang. The monk ran, ducking behind his Sky Bison, growling angrily at Zuko, scaring the prince off. 

Nyla’s tongue cut across Appa’s face, just above his eye. This time, the toxins were starting to take hold. The beast followed it up with a second strike, hitting Appa in the same spot on the opposite side, then a third. Appa gritted his teeth, feeling the flaming numbness infect his body. It was no use, his form went numb, and the beast rolled over, paralysed. 

Mother Superior emerged from the hole in the Abbey wall, turning the corner and walking over to Katara and Sokka. The other sisters had dragged the siblings to safety when the fighting had started, whilst the Superior had gone to find something to reverse their paralysis. A quick whiff of a rather pungent-smelling odour had the siblings back on their feet. 

“That thing sees with its nose,” Sokka reasoned, rolling his wrist as the feeling crept back into it. “Let’s give it something to look at.”  

“The perfumes?” Mother Superior questioned.

Sokka nodded with a smirk, glancing at Katara. The Mother ran back inside, gathering the cowering sisters and urging them to follow the two Water Tribesmen. Quickly, they rallied, dragging over dozens of bottles of perfume.

Across the courtyard, Aang was pinned against a wall. June dragged herself over, commanded Nyla from one side, whilst the other side was blocked by Zuko, tossing fireballs. 

Neither one of them noticed as Sokka and the sisters poured their perfume pots onto the ground. Nor did they notice as Katara bent the perfume mixtures into a large wave, sending it arching through the air. They felt the torrent of liquid hit their backs, soaking them and the area around them in the pungent odours. The rest slammed into Aang, masking his scent. Nyla let out a pained roar, suddenly rearing and snarling. Its tongue lashed out, striking Zuko in the chest, piercing his armour. The fire prince was thrown to the ground, paralysed. Iroh watched as it struck again, hitting its rider as she reached up to try to calm the beast.

“June!” Iroh shouted, rushing over as Nyla tossed the paralysed woman through the air. “No!” Her weight slammed into his, sending Iroh toppling to the ground, one hand firmly grabbing her large breasts. Nyla broke and ran, turning and slamming its head into even more pots, spilling more perfume and causing it to freak out more. Then it leapt up and over the roof of the Abbey and ran off into the woods.

That was close Aang thought, wiping sweat from his forehead. He wandered across the yard over to where he had dropped his staff. He retrieved the item, standing to find himself flanked by Katara and Sokka, both flashing him a reassuring smile.

“Uncle,” Zuko said weakly, his body alight with burning numbness. “I didn’t see you get hit with the tongue.”

The completely mobile Iroh shushed his nephew, a wide grin across his face. The paralysed June glared at the man, unable to feel his fingers kneading at her breasts. 

It took a pot of the same mixture that had roused Katara and Sokka to bring Appa back up, but the Sky Bison rose to his feet. Once they determined Iroh was faking his condition, the sisters demanded he depart their Abbey. He did so, taking the paralysed Zuko and June with him. Aang, Katara, and Sokka, in the meanwhile, escaped on Appa, taking off high into the sky as the sun set, heading north. Aang sat upon the Bison’s head whilst Katara and Sokka were in the saddle. 

“So …” Aang turned to the duo. “Where do we go?”

“We’re getting you to the North Pole,” Katara replied, smiling at the monk.

“Yeah,” Sokka nodded in agreement. “We’ve lost too much time as it is.”

Aang turned, peaking into the saddle. “Don’t you want to see your father?” 

“Of course we do, Aang. And what you did … I won’t say I forgive you right now,” Sokka’s voice trailed off for a moment as he scratched the back of his head. “But you’re our family too. And right now, you need us more.”

“And we need you,” Katara added, smiling at him.

Aang returned the smile. “I wish I could give you a little piece of home, Katara. Something to remind you-”

“I’ll be okay,” Katara cut Aang off with a reassuring nod. 

“Still!” Aang insisted. “Just a little trinket. Maybe something like … this?!” He pulled her necklace from his gi, the same pocket he had hidden the letter in.

“Aang!” Katara exclaimed in shock, reaching for the item. “How’d you get that?”

She snatched it from Aang’s hands, quickly bringing it up to her throat to tie it in place.

“Zuko asked me to make sure I got it to you,” Aang chuckled. Sokka rubbed his eyes, unable to even process what had just happened. Tears were welling up in Katara’s eyes as the comfort and familiar feeling of the necklace on her skin set in again. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet of Zuko,” Katara cooed in a sultry tone, playing along with Aang’s joke, “Would you give him a kiss for me when you see him?”

“Sure,” Aang chuckled.

Katara leaned over, cupping Aang’s face. The Avatar was taken aback as her soft lips met his own, tongue sliding into his mouth. They wrestled for dominance, Aang’s own hand coming up to cup Katara’s face in turn. Katara let out a soft moan as her tongue continued its forage into Aang’s mouth, licking and lapping at his own. Katara’s hand went down, feeling the building bulge in Aang’s pants. Aang’s cock beat against his breeches at the familiar feel. 

Katara broke the kiss, a line of drool connecting them. She turned to Sokka, sitting and watching. She spotted a bulge in his pants, a tent pitching against his breeches. She glanced down, realising her own breeches were still damaged, leaving her soaking wet cunt on display. She lifted a hand, gesturing for Sokka to come join them.