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Southern Water Tribe Village – Mid Afternoon

It was a long walk, but the five of them made their way to the village. When they got there, it wasn’t exactly what Ben was expecting. It appeared to be a series of large blue buildings and smaller, igloo-like buildings. A wall of built-up snow surrounded the entire village. Once in the village center, a couple Amazonian women escorted Appa to an indoor stable. Although, they had to assure Aang that the bison would be alright first. From there, Katara and Sokkara led Ben and Aang to their home, one of the larger buildings.

“Ah…” Ben sighed.

As he stepped into the structure, the doors closed behind them.

“The first bit of warmth I’ve had since I got here.”

“Why would you dress like that if you were coming to the South Pole?” Sokkara asked, removing her hood and putting away her spear.

“Believe me, if I’d known that I was coming to a place this cold, I would’ve put on layers.”

Ben then saw her full head for the first time. He noticed her hair was lengthy, dark brown, and wavy, with part of it up top held in a bun. Sokkara and Katara resembled Inuit people, but with bright blue eyes. While he still thought they were cute, he couldn’t help but feel put-off by Sokkara’s suspicious gaze.

As for Katara, it seemed like she and her sister were twins, but Katara’s hairstyle was different. It was long but braided, and two hair-loops that went behind her ears framed her face. Unlike her sister, Katara was more welcoming of Aang and Ben, but also annoyed with Sokkara’s attitude.

On the one hand, Ben was also a little annoyed at the look Sokkara gave him and Aang. But, he could still understand a little why she might feel that way. After all, both he and Aang were total strangers to her. Based on Katara's earlier comment, their usual visitors weren't all that friendly.

“How could you come to this place and not know it'd be cold?” asked Sokkara, not once letting her suspiciousness let up.

“As I said, it’s a long story, and not one I’m sure you’d have the patience for or believe. And please don’t say ‘try me,’” he added. “Anyway, nice place you got here.”

The inside of the building was rather pleasant to look at. It was one big stone room with a few smaller rooms connecting to it. Both the walls and ceiling were sky blue with sconces lighting everything and a stone floor. In the center of the room was a large circle with a burning fire in it. Above that was a thin opening in the ceiling where the smoke ventured outward. Scattered about the room were various animal skins, wooden chairs, coat pegs, etcetera. From what he could see in the doorways, three rooms were bedrooms, while others he couldn’t guess.

“Well,” Katara started, “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

“It looks great,” Aang complimented. “It's not as big as the Air Temples, but it’s definitely cozy enough for a small group.”

“Thanks,” Katara smiled. She opened her parka and revealed her figure underneath.

It turned that, much like Aang, Katara had a sizable bust and booty from what Ben could see. Although, he looked away whenever she or Sokkara caught him looking. She also had a balanced muscle tone. That made sense considering the presumable hunter-gatherer lifestyle she and her sister led. After she took off the parka, Katara revealed even more blue clothing underneath. She wore a type of robe and form-fitting pants and boots. Sokkara had much the same body type and clothing when she removed her parka too.

As they hung up their parkas and stood around the center fire, Ben got shocked by something else they did. They began to remove their clothing! At first, it seemed harmless enough with them removing their boots and footwear. Then they started removing their robes. This revealed their considerable cleavage, covered by a set of horizontal, off-white wrappings.

“Um…not to be rude,” Ben started, nervous, “but, uh...what are you two doing?”

“What's it look like we’re doing?” Sokkara asked, glancing at him as if he'd asked a dumb question. “We’re getting naked.”

“Yeah…I can see that,” he replied, a bit wary. He tried not to stare as they removed their pants, showing their thong-like loin-cloths. “It’s that…well…I admit, I don’t know what the customs are here, but where I’m from…”

“People don’t get naked where you’re from?” Aang asked, also confused by Ben’s behavior.

“Oh they do, but…they don’t usually get naked around total strangers. And aside from you two being sisters and all that,” he nodded to Katara and Sokkara, “none of us know each other. Plus, where I’m from, men and boys get frowned on and, in some cases, punished if they see a naked girl they’re not…intimate with.”

“Huh, I thought you were a man,” Aang said in a casual voice.

This earned a bewildered look from the Tennyson boy.

“You weren’t sure I was a guy?!” he asked, taken aback by her statement.

“It was a little hard to tell, and I haven’t been around many men,” she explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Hold on," Katara interrupted. "You’re saying that men, where you’re from, aren’t allowed to see other women naked unless they’re fucking each other?” She removed her torso wrappings, letting her large breasts hang out. Her nipples were dark and were as big as his palm. Ben diverted his eyes. “Sounds weird. No offense.”

“None taken. And it’s…complicated,” he said. “But like I said, I don’t know what the customs are here.”

“And I may know why,” came another voice, getting everyone’s attention as they turned to one of the rooms.

A figure emerged in the form of an elderly woman. She was most likely in her mid-seventies-to-eighties. Ben was thankful she wasn't naked. She wore a furred blue robe of some kind that covered her from torso to toe. The old woman walked towards them using a long white staff. Judging from her appearance, she had some relation to Katara and Sokkara. Was she their grandmother or great aunt or something? She wasn't very tall and seemed to hunch over a bit, likely due to her age.

“What do you mean, Gran-Gran?” Sokkara asked.

“She's your grandmother?” Ben asked the two sisters.

“I am,” the old woman answered.

She approached the group, particularly in Ben’s direction.

“My name is Kanna, and I'm also the Shaman and tribe elder. Welcome to the Southern Water Tribe.”

“Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kanna,” said Ben, holding out his hand as the two shook. Avoiding looking at Katara and Sokkara, he added, “You have very…pretty granddaughters.”

“Thank you. You say that open nudity isn't normal where you’re from?” Kanna asked. When Ben nodded, she said, “You are not of this world, are you?”

“You can tell?” Ben replied, surprised by her correct assessment.

“Gran-Gran, what’re you talking about?” Sokkara asked again, Katara and Aang sharing in her confusion.

“Patience, Sokkara,” Kanna said. Turning back to Ben, she asked, “Young man, do you believe in Spirits?”

“I’ve seen enough things to know I shouldn’t doubt their existence. After all, my cousin is a magic user, so why shouldn’t spirits be real?” he answered with a shrug. He ignored the confused-surprise on the faces of the young women in the room when he said “magic.” “Anyway, why do you ask?”

“As the Tribe elder and Shaman, I have seen and interacted with the spirits and their world. As such, I have learned to sense the energies of both spirit and mortal. Your energy is mortal, but not quite, but you're not a spirit either. The most likely answer is that you're from some other, unseen world.”

“That’s…pretty on point,” Ben replied, amazed at what the phenomenal yet simple explanation she gave.

“There’s also the fact that your clothing doesn’t match any known fashion in the four nations.”

“Well, I guess I do stick out, but like I said, if I’d known ahead of time where I was going, I’d have worn bigger clothes.”

“Okay, enough!” Sokkara yelled, getting up and getting everyone’s attention. She walked over to Ben and her grandmother, her breasts bouncing and her ass jiggling as she did so. The young woman stopped right beside them, Ben avoiding eyeballing her endowed assets. “Gran-Gran, with all due respect, what you’re saying is a bit much to take in. I have the utmost respect for your position as Shaman, but come on! This man is an outsider. We don’t know anything about him! For all we know, he could be a Fire Nation spy sent here to cause us trouble.”

“And I’m saying I’m not,” Ben retorted, trying to keep his gaze on her eyes and not her enormous chest. “For starters, I don’t know what the Hell this ‘Fire Nation’ is that you’re talking about. And second, if you want proof that I’m from another world, I’ll show you.”

Before Sokkara could question what he meant, Ben revealed his watch. Dialing his chosen alien form, he pressed down the device. All the ladies in the room gasped in shock upon seeing him transform in a flash of green light into something else. A large creature made of what appeared to be a greenish, crystal-like substance. He had bright yellow eyes and sported a thin, one-piece, leotard that was black on one side and white on the other. On his chest, he sported a circular symbol like the one seen on his watch.

“What…?” muttered Sokkara.

“Who…?” added Katara.

“How…?” asked Aang.

“Huh, that leaves ‘why’ and ‘when,’” said Ben, trying to add humor to the situation and finding no response. “Ahem, anyway, because of the watch, I can change into all kinds of alien beings. Each one with a different size, shape, and ability. I call this one Diamondhead, for obvious reasons. While in this form, I can create many kinds of crystals and crystal structure. Any questions?”

A few miles away in the icy waters away from the village, a metallic ship was making its way through the area. Smoke emitted from its metal-clad stacks, trailing behind into the snowy sky. On the upper deck of the ship, a pale-skinned young woman of eighteen years stood. She stared into the distance, an intense determination adorning her face.

Even without knowing who she was, she would’ve stood out in a crowd. She was tall, a little over six feet, and wore a furred cloak that hid her figure underneath. Over her shoulders was a set of burgundy pauldrons that curved upwards into spikes. Her jet black hair formed bangs covering her forehead. The rest of her long hair held up together by a leather band in a ponytail. Her face held a natural beauty to it, but that was off-put by what was a distinguishing feature. She had a burn scar over her left eye and brow.

“Could it be…?” she pondered aloud to herself, “After all these years…?”

“I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you, Princess Zuka,” said a voice from behind the young woman. Turning behind her, Zuka saw it was her aunt, the former General Irah.

Irah was a woman in her early-to-mid fifties, although she had the appearance of a woman in her prime. Much like her niece, Irah wore a furred cloak with pauldrons covering her shoulders. Of course, all that covered her figure underneath. Unlike her niece, though, Irah had only part of her hair pulled together in a top knot. The rest of her hair was long and flowed into a hood behind her head. Said hair was also black, but a bit dulled by age and with streaks of grey along the sides.

“Aunt Irah, you know I have to check,” Zuka replied with determination. “How else could you explain that weird light earlier?”

“For all we know, that could be the South Pole version of the Northern Lights,” Irah pointed out. “Now let's return inside, alright? It’s freezing out here and a good tea should warm us both,” she added with a warm smile.

“I don’t need any tea!” Zuka shouted, scowling. “What I need is to find her and bring her in.”

“Princess,” Irah replied, still calm, unfazed by her niece’s temper, “you can't be certain that we’ll find her here. Even if she were somehow still alive, do you realize how old she would have to be?”

“I know, Aunt Irah,” Zuka said, returning her gaze back to the icy terrain, “which will make it easier to spot her in a crowd. And besides, you know why I have to do this.”

Irah answered with a sigh of concern, “I do know. I only want you to think real hard about your goals first before you do anything.”

“I do," Zuka said back. "All the time.” She still stared into the distance.

“Then be careful. I’ll be inside if you need me,” Irah said as she turned and walked towards the door.

You must be there, Zuka thought to herself, You’re my only chance…

Back at the house in the village, Ben changed back and explained his story to everyone present. Both and Aang Katara were a little excited at his tale while Kanna remained quiet and nodded in belief. Sokkara, for her part, was still a little on the skeptical side, but at the same time, she couldn't deny what she'd seen.

“It’s…” started Sokkara, sitting down and rubbing her forehead, “…a lot to take in.”

“Heh, yeah, I guess it is,” Ben chuckled in agreement. Then he turned to Kanna and asked, “So, now that you know my story, mind telling me yours?”

Nodding, the old woman gestured towards the fire and the two sat across from one another around it. The three young women in the room stood by and watched. Kanna then proceeded to explain how this world worked.

The first thing she elaborated on was the origins of the nations of this world. Long ago, people learned to bend four elements to their will; fire, water, earth, and air. While not everyone could bend, the elemental power determined how the nations formed. There were the Water Tribes in the northern and southern regions of the world. The Air Nomads had their various temples across the globe. The Earth Kingdom had its territories. Then there was the Fire Nation.

Ben asked if anyone ever had power over more than one element. Kanna explained that wasn't the case, as benders only had one element each. But, she also said that the only exception was the Avatar, who bridged between the human and spirit worlds.

The story went that back in the ancient times when the nations had yet to form. A human merged his essence with that of the Great Spirit of light and peace, Raava, becoming the first Avatar. The Avatar battled Vaatu, the Great Spirit of darkness and chaos. The conflict ended with the Avatar imprisoning Vaatu somewhere in the Spirit world. From there, he sent the other Spirits back to their world. Afterwards, the Avatar worked to bring balance in times of great need and unrest in the human world. Every era had an Avatar, with a new one being born right after the previous died.

After that, Kanna finally explained why there weren’t as many men around. It also explained why the women seemed so…well-developed in body.

Centuries ago, a group of spirits had broken into the human world. Somehow, they made it so that more girls were born than boys. In fact, as far as Kanna knew, only one boy is born in every ten births. No one knew why those Spirits did what they did. Some believed it was because they did it out of a desire to rid the world of men. Some said it was because of a cruel joke that the Spirits were playing on humanity. Others said that it was because Spirits were doing it as part of a grand plan. There were even those that said it was to give humanity a slow death. The list went on, but in the end, those ideas were only speculation.

Regardless, the Avatar of that age had managed to banish the Spirits back to their realm. Still, the damage was irreversible. To continue humanity’s existence, the Avatar worked with the leaders of the nations. They set up a new system; polygamy. Men were now allowed and encouraged to take many wives as part of harems. With these harems, they hoped to keep the human population up.

In the next age, another Avatar-Spirit battled occurred. Once again, the spiritual interference left an impact on the human world's genders. This time, it affected women the most. A blanket of spiritual energy had covered the world. This caused women to become more buxom, curvaceous, fertile and open in libidinousness. Men, now a minority, had larger cocks. Both sexes gained was a larger and stronger sex drive. More changes to society came. This time, kinder Spirits lent the Avatar a helping hand.

Among the new changes were that women could now make harems of other women surrounding them. Although, the women who ran these harems could not have men in them, as males had to be the center of their own harems. Another change gave women the chance to have children with other women. Although, that could only happen if they had a spiritually-powered fake phallus.

Finishing up her tales, Kanna observed Ben as he sat there. His eyes had widened from the information he’d absorbed. His face was otherwise blank, leading to Aang stepping over to wave her hand in front of him, seeing if he’d react.

“Ben, are you okay?” she asked with concern.

After a moment, he finally said, “...That...was...a lot...to take in…”

“Now you know how I felt about your story,” Sokkara remarked in a dry tone.

“So, let me get this straight,” he started, rubbing his head before looking back at the old woman. “Here, women outnumber men, harems are everywhere, and women can impregnate each other?” When she nodded, he went on to say, “And there are four nations, each one corresponding to a different element." Another nod. "And there’s only one person in the world who can...bend all four elements called the Avatar?” She nodded again. “And this Avatar person, they’re supposed to keep balance in this world?” Upon seeing her nod once more, he said, “Well, I guess that narrows things down a bit.”

“What do you mean?” asked Katara, leaning in to listen and causing her bare breasts to jiggle a little.

“I got sent here to help someone save this world, though I wasn’t told who it was. Judging by the way you describe this Avatar person, I’d say that’s the person I need to find and help.”

“Pfft,” Sokkara scoffed, “good luck with that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ben asked.

As this was going on, no one noticed that Aang moved outside of the circle. She was out of everyone’s view, listening but a little worried.

“Let me explain,” Katara said, getting everyone’s attention. “You see, Ben, over a hundred years ago, the Fire Nation began a war, one that’s still going on today.”

“What caused it?” Ben asked.

“Who knows?” Sokkara shrugged. “They might've decided to be assholes for no reason. Whatever it was, they’ve been at war with the rest of the world for much longer than we can remember.”

“Is that why you were suspicious of us earlier?” he replied.

“Well, you can’t be too careful with anyone,” she answered, nonchalant about it.

“Ahem, anyway,” Katara said, clearing her throat. “Part of the reason it’s been going on for so long is that the Avatar vanished over a century ago.”

“What do you mean 'vanished'?” he asked.

“She disappeared,” Katara answered, “No one’s quite sure where she went or what became of her.”

“Regardless,” Kanna interrupted, “with no Avatar, the Fire Nation’s been out to conquer the rest of the world. They've been at it for longer than most people today have been alive. Some say the cycle stopped and the Avatar wasn’t reborn, but that’s speculation.”

“Sounds like you’ve got quite a situation here,” remarked Ben.

Looking around, he noticed that Aang was standing in the corner. She held her staff and looked rather upset.

“I’ll have to think about it,” he said, getting up from his seat. “Would you excuse me for a little bit?” Ben asked. Kanna nodded in approval, so he walked over to where Aang was, concerned. “Hey, Aang, is something wrong?”

“I...I don’t feel like talking about it. Not here, anyway,” she said, despondence in her voice.

“Would you like to talk about it elsewhere?” he asked, earning a nod from her. Turning back to the family of the house, Ben asked, “Say, do you mind if we talk alone somewhere?”

“You can use my room,” Katara offered, pointing to the last room on the left.

“Thanks,” Aang said, giving the naked Water Tribe girl a nod. Then, she and Ben made their way over to the room and slid the curtain behind them.

The room itself consisted of various items. A furred leather sleeping bag lay on the floor. A lit wall sconce opposite the opening illuminated the room. A couple bits of furniture were here and there, such as chairs and a desk. A bookshelf of sorts was on the side wall, a set of scrolls lining one of its rows. Getting situated on either side of the room, the two young adults sat down. They looked at one another before Ben broke the silence.

“So, what’s the matter?” he asked.

“Well, it’s...complicated,” she answered with hesitation.

“Isn’t it always?” he said with a joking smirk.

“Heh, I suppose it is,” Aang said with a slight chuckle. She took a deep breath and added, “Alright, the thing is...I’m the Avatar.”

“What?!” he exclaimed aloud in surprise.

“Shush!” Aang hushed him.

“Sorry-sorry,” he lowered his voice. “You’re the Avatar?”

She nodded.

“But...they said that you disappeared over a hundred years ago, and you look...”

“Like an eighteen-year-old girl?” she finished for him. “What happened was that I was on my way to the next part of my training when Appa and I got caught up in a storm. We got separated from our group and a wave hit us. The last thing I remember is feeling like I was drowning before everything went black. The next thing I remember is waking up to see you and... Well, you know the rest,” she explained.

“I found you both in a giant ice ball, and there was glowing on the inside,” Ben added, pondering aloud. “Do you think it’s possible that your Avatar powers or whatever may have put you there?”

“I don’t know, but it’s possible,” she answered, rubbing her chin in the process. “I wish I could remember though.” Smiling again, she looked into his eyes and said, “Still, thanks again for getting me and Appa out of that iceberg. I owe you big time.”

“Think nothing of it, I wanted to help.”

For a moment, his eyes wandered downward before becoming a bit glued to her enormous breasts. Catching himself, he looked away while covering his crotch.

“What’s wrong, Ben?” Aang asked, confused by the young man’s sudden actions.

“Um, nothing?” he replied with a sheepish grin.

“You wouldn’t have done that if it was nothing,” she stated. “Now what’s the matter?”

Sighing, he told her.

“Okay, you know how I said that I’ve had a lot of fights and adventures ever since I got the watch, right?”

She nodded.

“Well, some of the things I’ve gotten exposed to over the years...had an effect on me.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure how, but whenever I’m...aroused, my dick gets much, much bigger. A lot bigger than many of the guys back home get. The last time I let it get hard, I ended up needing new pants.”

“Is that why you kept looking away from Katara and Sokkara?” Aang asked.

"Yeah, I-wait. You noticed that?"

"How could I not?"

"Damn." He sighed. "Anyway, it’s not exactly easy keeping it not hard,” he said with a bit of a struggle. Then Aang surprised him with her next words.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

“I-what?” he responded.

“I said ‘do you need help?’”

“What do you mean?” he asked, already having an inkling of where this might be going.

“I mean I can help you relieve that,” she said without a trace of hesitation.

“Y-You mean...?” he stuttered, his thoughts all but confirmed.

“Yeah, we can fuck real quick,” Aang said. There was no hesitation or trepidation in her voice. She said it as if it were the most normal thing to ask or suggest to someone in the world.

Then again, given what Kanna had told him earlier, it most likely was in this world.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah, why not?” she asked.

“Well, it’s...I-I’ve never done it before,” he admitted with a blush adorning his cheeks.

“For real?” Aang asked in shock.

“Yeah...I’m a virgin,” he said with hesitation, his eyes cast downward. “Have...you, you know, done it?”

“Yeah, I have,” she answered, again with a casual tone. “Back at the Eastern Air Temple, we lost our virginities when we turned sixteen." Then she hesitated when she remembered something. "But...after we found that I was the Avatar, I didn't have sex with anyone. And some of my friends weren’t as eager either,” she explained with her own downward glance.

“Why’s that?” Ben asked, curious why anyone wouldn’t have sex with a bombshell knockout like Aang.

“Well, you see, one of the things about being the Avatar is that..." She sighed. "Ben, under most circumstances, if one joins a harem, she's got the option to leave it if she chooses. But, if I fuck someone, they’re bound to me.”

“‘Bound to you’?”

“You see, Ben, since men can’t not be the harem center, that means that if I fuck a man, he's my partner by law. In essence, he'd become my husband.”

“That’s...quite a commitment to make. What about female partners?”

“They become part of my harem,” she answered. “And mine alone for the rest of their natural lives.”

“Whoa...” he exhaled.

“Yeah, it’s a lot to ask,” she sighed. “So, I didn’t want to keep my friends bound, and I knew they wanted their freedom. Plus, a lot of them had loves of their own. As such, ever since I found out what I am, I haven’t fucked anyone. Come to think of it, I haven't romanced anyone either.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Aang,” Ben said, empathizing with her plight. Then a thought occurred to Ben and he asked, “But wait! If you and your friends weren’t that eager to fuck back then, why the change of mind now?”

“Well, like I said, I owe you for getting me and Appa out of that iceberg. Plus, you’re cute, and it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone in any kind of way. But,” she added, “after remembering all that, I shouldn't. I won't make you do anything you don’t want to. The choice is yours, Ben.”

After a moment of silence, the Tennyson boy finally spoke up.

“I gotta say, Aang, it’s a bit of a tough call to make. The fact of the matter is that we met each other an hour ago, and I’m still learning about this world. There’s also the fact that my last relationship, well…”

“What happened, Ben?” she asked, curious.

He explained that his relationship with Julie Yamamoto had ended a few months ago. The two of them had been growing apart as people. And they came to realize they wanted different things out of life. As such, they broke up with one another on a mutual but tearful note. A part of them still longed for the other, but the break up made things awkward between them. They hadn’t been in contact since.

“I’m sorry, Ben,” Aang said when he finished.

“It’s okay. Sometimes, things play out that way.” Looking back at her with reassurance, he said, “So, if we do this, I want to make sure we do this right.”

“You mean...?”

“Yep, let’s fuck.”
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