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Fruit of Thy Loincloth	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Fruit of Thy Loincloth
An Avatar: the Last Airbender crack thingy
By
EvilFuzzy9

Now, it should be noted that, Loin-gods? They only pop up in the Water Tribe.
Ever.
So, since the Northern Water Tribe had been closed off to the rest of the world for nearly a century, and the last southern Loin-god had died fifty years ago, the people of the rest of the world had not seen one in what felt like forever.
This was important, because the Water Tribes were not the only ones with legends of the Loin-gods. No, although the Water Tribes were the only ones of the Four Nations to ever produce people with the Gift, they were far from the only ones to have experience with them, or even to revere them.
The prowess of Loin-gods was legendary throughout the Four Nations. They are why the Water Tribes hold the reputation they do for sensuality and virility.
And tales of the Loin-gods had been passed down through all of the nations. Underkind and Groingodh, they were called in the Earth Kingdom, and many other cruder names also – such as Sex-lords or Fuck-kings. In the Fire Nation, the corruption "Loincloth" was common among most people, and only scholars or keepers of lore remembered the older names, Yīnjīng dì and Yīndào dì.
Even to the Air Nomads of old, Loin-gods had been known, and by such names as Genderbares and Meat-eaters, at that, as well as the more traditional Gāocháo shén.
Aang, glancing furtively, shyly, at the bulge in Sokka's loincloth, could not help but wonder if that last one was particularly accurate. Orgasm god.
A little bit of blood trickled from his nose just thinking about it.
That was when he heard a stirring on the ice beside him, heard the crunching of snow and the rustling of fur, and remembered the girl he had first seen upon awakening, only to immediately forget about in favor of gawking at the handsome, half-naked young man.
Way to be a gentleman, Aang.
"Sokka?" the young monk heard a feminine voice say, and he turned – reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the gorgeous Gāocháo shén to behold the young Water Tribe woman stirring and awakening.
He saw that the girl was smiling, and he noticed her lick a bit of that white stuff off of her lips, and why did Aang feel a tightening in his trousers as he watched her do thi...?
Oh.
Wow.
Aang's face turned beetroot red as he suddenly realized just what it was that the girl was licking up with such a pleased look on her face, and he tried and failed to keep his mind from immediately going to thoughts ofhelping the girl clean her face, and her parka.
He blushed, feeling aroused for at least two distinctly identifiable reasons.
That was when the girl spoke again.
"What happened to the iceberg?" she asked, and Aang blinked.
Iceberg?
What iceberg?
"Oh, it broke," said the Gāocháo shén, Sokka, not missing a beat.
"Broke?" said the girl, sounding not so much disbelieving or confused as she did simply pleasantly surprised.
Aang noticed that her cheeks were pink, though, and her eyes were focused more on Sokka's chest than his eyes. Not that he could really blame her.
The teen had some pretty amazing pecs, for someone his age.
"Yeah," said Sokka, shrugging – and this caused the muscles in his upper body to do some very interesting things, to the delight of both Katara and Aang. "I guess I was... a little too rough, with that last thrust." He looked sheepish, for a moment, but then his expression seemed to become concerned, and he trained those soulful blue eyes on his sister. "You okay, Katara?" he asked.
Katara.
What a pretty name, Aang could not help but think, and he glanced now between Sokka and Katara. He was finding both to be quite attractive to him, each in their own unique way.
Katara blushed.
"Oh, I'm much better than just okay, Sokka," she said, and even Aang could identify her tone as a lusty, satisfied one.
He blushed, imagining Katara talking to him like that.
...And then also him talking to Sokka like that.
That was about right when Katara finally really registered the blushing, lightly clad (for a non Loin-god) lad who appeared to have swooned in her brother's arms.
"Who's he?" she asked, not sounding especially jealous of the boy.
Probably because she just recently got some.
Sokka glanced down at Aang.
"Who, this?" he said. "Oh, he was inside the iceberg we were doing it on. His name's Aang, apparently. Says he's an airbender, and the Avatar."
Katara blinked.
So did Aang.
"The Avatar?" she said, at the same time Aang blanched and yelped, "I was in an iceberg?!"
Sokka nodded in response to both statements.
"Yes, and yes," he said. "But unless Aang has some Avatar magic to fly us back to the village, I'd say we're probably gonna want to figure out how to bridge across the ice floes."
The young monk beamed.
"I can fly you there on Appa!" he exclaimed, excited at the prospect of being of some help to the dashing, half-naked tribesman.
Sokka and Katara blinked, and spoke a single word in unison.
"Appa?"

So, of course, Aang, Katara, and Sokka rode back to the village on Appa, Aang's currently not-so-flying bison. They introduced Aang to the village, he showed off a little to the kids, and blah blah blah you've probably seen nearly a million nigh identical permutations of this. So, to get straight to the point, let's just say that after Aang met the tribe, he got straight to work trying to impress Katara and/or Sokka.
He didn't particularly care which one he impressed – both were quite attractive, and he found that he was developing crushes on both of the siblings – but he still tried to give equal attention to both.
Sokka was fairly receptive to Aang's various tricks and stunts, once the monk explained how they also had various practical applications, and the Loin-god – as Aang had learned they called the teen – had not pushed him away or recoiled in any manner when he got really up close, much closer than would have been considered polite in most places. He had even greeted a few of the airbender's jokes and japes with laughter and even a maybe-something-more-than-just-friendly pat on the bum.
The thought of that last one still sent giddy shivers up Aang's spine.
Katara, however had been marginally less open to flirting. Her attention she seemed to focus mostly on her brother, and it was only when Aang had offered to help her work on her waterbending that she started to really give him the time of day. She was pretty, though, and also more open to fun for fun's sake than her brother was.
With Sokka, everything needed to have a purpose. Or so it seemed, at least.
Katara was still obviously very fond of her brother, though, and Aang was vaguely aware that most places would consider this inappropriate. But he didn't care, really. He liked both of the Water Tribe siblings, and if he fantasized about a Katara x Aang x Sokka sandwich, well, who could really blame the guy?
Unfortunately, things kinda fell apart when he led Katara into that abandoned Fire Nation ship, where they boobied right into that booby trap and set off a flare. Sokka was NOT HAPPY, when he learned of this, and the fact that he wasn't wearing anything other than a loincloth somehow only seemed to enhance how frightening he looked when he stormed up to Aang and roared that he was banished from the village.
That had stung very much, and Aang left without complaint, simply because he was too heartbroken to remain behind and look into Sokka's angrily smoldering eyes.
But then.
Sokka swore when he saw the ship coming in through the fog.
Fire Nation.
Dammit. Why did those assholes have to keep crashing the party every time things got even remotely interesting down here?
Well.
Sokka smirked darkly, eyes glinting like ice in the moonlight.
If the Fire Nation thought they could keep trampling all over the Southern Water Tribe, then they would have to severely reevaluate their priorities. He would show them the terror of a Loin-god's fury.
A warrior's wrath.
Sokka went into an igloo, and he began preparing for battle. He grabbed his club, and his boomerang – the sheath of which he would strap onto his back, the thong going diagonally across his bare chest – and called for two of the younger mothers to come in and help him prepare his war paint. He would need to cover every inch of his exposed skin, after all, and that was something that took time.
He would need help to get ready in time for battle.
The mothers came in, at length. Their infant children, they left in the care of their own mothers for the time being as they attended to the needs of the Chief's son, and the Loin-god. One had the largest breasts of any woman in the tribe, the clumsy Palluqtuq, and the other had maybe the finest ass in the whole South Pole (at least, aside from Sokka's own, as she insisted), the beautiful Pinga.
They were perhaps the two youngest mothers in the whole tribe, hardly any older Sokka himself. Of course, Sokka also happened to be the father of both their children, but that was just another part of his duty to the tribe.
The two got down on their knees, and they began mixing and applying the war paint to Sokka's body, while Sokka did his own face.
Even with all three of them working together, it still took a while to finish painting Sokka's body (partly because he may or may not have gotten a boner halfway through and temporarily distracted the two young women from their work), and by the time they finished, the Fire Nation ship was all but upon them.
But they did finish in time, and Sokka strapped the sheath of his boomerang onto his back, taking his war club in one hand and his ursine jawbone machete in the other. And thus armed, he went out to challenge the Fire Nation wearing naught but what the spirits gifted him with.
No, not even his loincloth
He was going into battle even as the Celts, or the viking berserkers, or any number of such warrior kinds. Which is to say, wearing all of jack shit, screaming bloody murder and fucking daring the enemy to just try and mess with him.
A surprisingly effective tactic, when you were as well endowed as he was.
But still, Sokka went out to meet the enemy head on, wearing nothing but the harness for his boomerang. And, naked as the day he was born, body painted in blues and blacks and whites and grays, he saw the person he assumed to be the enemy commander walking down the massive iron gangplank, flanked by firebender soldiers on either side.
Sokka breathed in deep the icy cold air of his home, the freezing air which did not so much as even marginally contract his formidable schlong, and he let out a bloodcurdling war cry.
Then he charged. He charged like a motherfucking lunatic.
When Zuko's firebender guards saw the naked, painted tribesman with a dick the size of... well, they would refuse to say, later on, because just thinking about it would invoke powerful feelings of inadequacy, but needless to say it was probably pretty fucking big.
Nonetheless, when they saw the warrior charging at them while screaming bloody murder and howling enough for an entire pack of arctic wolves, they kinda chickened the fuck out and ran right back into the ship. Not like they really had any pride remaining anyways, once they saw that utterly humiliating mass of phallus dangling from between the teenaged warrior's legs.
Jou would later insist that the boy probably could have bludgeoned them to death with the damn thing.
(And Chang would say that you should never listen to Jou because the guy is fucking wasted, like, four fifths of the time, at least – which would admittedly be an impressive feat, even for a career sailor)
But whatever the case, the fact of the matter was that, one minute, Zuko had firebender soldiers as back up, and the next he was on his own.
Which was honestly fine for him.
He wanted some one-on-one time with the Loincloth. Because who else could this be, if not that?
But.
Unfortunately for Zuko.
The prince forgot one VERY important thing about dealing with Loin-gods, and the Water Tribe in general:
If you want to fuck 'em?
Don't come dressed for battle. Because, if you do, you WILL get hurt.
Badly.
Honestly, Zuko probably shouldn't have been surprised when the ship pulled away from shore mid-beating, leaving him stranded in the South Pole, at the mercy of the tall, muscular, strapping, endowed tribesman.
Not that it really dismayed him, all that much. He would get what he came for. And what he hoped to come for, as well.
Again and again and again.
Because, really? As far as he was concerned, prisoner of war roleplay was fine, too.
When Aang finally appeared, ostensibly to save the village from the Fire Nation menace, it was to find said menace on his hands and knees begging (a very naked, painted up) Sokka to do some VERY indecent things to him, and offering to also do some very indecent things to Sokka, in return.
Aang blinked.
"What'd I miss?" he asked.
Sokka, looking over his should, naked as the day he was born, decided that he had sufficiently worked out his anger by giving this ash-maker a good whupping, grinned at the young Avatar, and simply said:
"Oh, I scared away an entire ship of Fire Nation raiders led by the Dragon of the West and took the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation as a prisoner after one-on-one combat. Which I won, by the way," he added smugly.
Zuko, eyeing Sokka's member, simply licked his lips and said.
"Oh, there's more than one way to win."
Aang and Katara could not help but reluctantly nod in agreement with the teen prince's sentiment.
They would not mind being in his position, if it meant such a close up eyeful of all that.
Yum.

A/N: I don't even know if anyone really likes this, but eh, I figured I'd update it anyways, because WHY THE FUCK NOT. Seriously, I have no idea why I continued this, or why I continue to make Sokka omnisexual and everyone Sokkasexual.
Except maybe that it's funny.
(also hot, but sshhhh that's a secret)
Also, maybe check out Sokka the Avatar's Bodyguard by FlashWally22? It's a collab, of sorts, between him and me. At least, in the sense that I have written some scenes of it and he's written the rest.
Also, Pinga is a character thought up by FlashWally22, though I helped him with Palluqtuq.
Chapter added: 9-9-13
TTFN and R&R!
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