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Disclaimer: Inspired by the artwork of Jay Marvel. I do not own the series Avatar The Last Airbender or its characters, and I am not making any profit from this piece of fiction

Chapter List
- 1-The Boner in the Iceberg
- 2-The Avatar Returns
- 1
- 2
Sokka stood at the front of the gathered crowd. The fear and uncertainty were palpable amongst the group gathered. The elderly women of the tribe rallied behind his grandmother, who seemed stoic and calm. She was a much-needed presence in the moment. Others, younger, like the warrior boys and Katara’s friends, shook and quivered in fear.

Cresting over the ridge beyond the village emerged two figures. One quite familiar to all, Katara. The other was their new friend, the airbender. The bald man’s beast awaited as well, in a nearby snow drift.

The flare hung overhead, illuminating everything in a yellowish-orange glow.

“I knew it!” Sokka declared, levying a finger at Aang. “You signalled the Fire Navy with that flare. You’re leading them straight to us, aren’t you?”

“Aang didn’t do anything,” Katara cut in before the airbender could speak. “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, we were on the ship, and there was this booby trap and … well, we-“ Aang put a hand on the back of his head, scratching at his scalp in embarrassment. “We boobied right into it.”

“Katara, you should’t’ve gone on that ship,” Her Grandmother hissed sternly. “Now we could all be in danger!”

“Don’t blame Katara,” Aang cut in this time. “I brought her there. It’s my fault.”

“A-ha!” Sokka snapped. “The traitor confesses. The foreigner is banished from our village.”

Katara’s hands clenched into fists of rage. “Sokka, you’re making a mistake.”

“No, I’m keeping my promise to dad. I’m protecting you from threats like him,” Sokka replied, pointing a thumb into his own chest, then to the nomad.

“Aang is not our enemy!” Katara replied fiercely, also gesturing to the monk. “Don’t you see? Aang’s brought us something we haven’t had in a long time. Fun.”

“Fun? We can’t fight Firebenders with fun!” Haku snapped from behind Katara’s brother.

“You should try it sometime,” Aang retorted with his typical smile.

“Get out of our village, now,” Sokka countered sternly.

“Gran-Gran, please, don’t let Sokka do this,” Katara pleaded.

“Katara, you knew that ship was forbidden. Sokka is right, I think it best if the airbender leaves,” was all the reply her Grandmother offered, however, shaking her head.

“Fine!” Katara snapped. “Then I’m banished too.”

She turned to Aang, still silently stunned by what was unfolding in front of him.

“C’mon, Aang, let’s go,” Her voice was frail with emotion. Aang stared at her without a word, shocked by her words. He could see tears forming in the corner of Katara’s face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sokka asked angrily.

“To find a waterbender. Aang is taking me to the North Pole,” Katara’s voice threatened to break any moment. Nevertheless, she persisted. Her gloved hand grabbed Aang’s wrist, marching both of them towards Appa.

“I am?” Aang asked. “Great.”

“Katara!” Sokka called after her. “Would you really choose him over your Tribe? Your own family?”

Katara paused, letting go of Aang. Tears began to stream down her face with a steady flow now.

Could I really give up everything just for some cock? I always thought I could, that I would someday, but…

“Katara,” Aang whispered. “I don’t want to come between you and your family.”

Katara looked at the Nomad, who for the first time lacked his signature cheer. He moved past her, making his way to his Sky Bison.

“So you’re leaving the South Pole?” Katara asked, wiping the sadness from her face. “This is goodbye?”

“Thanks for penguin sledding with me,” Aang offered her a sad smile.

“Where will you go?”

“Guess I’ll go back home and look for the Airbenders,” Aang replied, his voice cheering slightly. “Wow, I haven’t cleaned my room in a hundred years. Not looking forward to that.”

Katara offered a meagre laugh at Aang’s statement. He gave her another smirk. With a quick gesture, the warm wind whipped into Katara’s face. Aang launched himself up, landing gently on Appa’s head where he had been seated before. He looked to the crowd of onlookers, waving to the gathered people.

“It was nice meeting everyone,” He said with a wave.

“Let’s see your bison fly now, Airboy,” Sokka replied, crossing his arms.

Aang took the challenge with little regard, smiling down at his companion. “C’mon, Appa, you can do it. Yip Yip!”

The beast lumbered, raising to his feet. With a groan, it began to march over land away from the South Pole.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Sokka called, anger still in his voice.

Suddenly, a voice called from the crowd. “Aang!”

Aang stopped his bison, turning back to see who had called him. It was Ukaho, one of Katara’s friends. She lacked greatly in the chest area, looking like a man under her parka, but her hips were wider than her shoulders, and her ass and thighs were so thick her layers seemed to be skin tight. “Don’t go, I’ll miss you!”

Aang smiled at the woman, “I’ll miss you too.”

His eyes went to Katara. The Water Tribe girl’s eyes were filled with sadness. He breathed a sad sigh.

“Come on, boy,” He said to his bison, pulling on the reins. The beast continued its journey, walking off into the ice and snow.

Ukaho grimaced, turning and disappearing from the crowd. The other five girls all glanced at each other. Some seemed sad, but others like Haku and Rahni simply rolled their eyes. Sokka glanced back, annoyed by this as well, but turned his head before anyone could notice.

Katara stood still like a statue, several yards from her village. Tears streamed down her face like rainfall. A voice called from behind her.

“Katara,” Her Grandmother said in her usual stoic voice. Katara felt anger rising in her as her Grandmother spoke. “You feel better afte-“

“Are you happy now?!” Katara hissed. The young Water Tribe girl spun on her heels, turning to face her elder. “There goes my one chance at becoming a real Waterbender!”

Katara wiped her face, storming off before her Grandmother could say another word.

Sokka turned to his gathered tribe.

“Alright, ready defences. The Fire Nation could be on our shores at any minute!” He called.

Quickly, the elders and mothers dispersed, terror and panic quickly taking the group. The gathered group of Katara’s friends and Sokka’s sextoys all looked terrified, glancing from one another, frozen with panic.

The six boys that Sokka called his army sprang to life, sprinting back into the tribe with great haste. All except one.

“But I gotta-“ The youngest began to protest.

“And no bathroom breaks!” Sokka cut him off, the anger barely contained in his voice, pointing sternly towards the village.

Aang and Appa stopped about five miles from the Southern Water Tribe. The ice glacier formed strange loop shapes, like frozen doughnuts stacked atop each other on their sides. One such structure was two tall, one larger enough for the sky bison, one small enough for the Air Nomad.

Aang’s head was in a funk over his banishment. “Let’s rest up here, boy; it’ll be a long journey home. We should have all our strength for it.” The Monk smiled weakly, worrying that Appa could sense his discomfort.

With a quick blast of air, Aang leapt from Appa’s head, landing on the snow-covered hole that would be his rest spot. He lay down, letting out a long sigh.

With a moment to rest, finally, Aang felt the last few days of events flood into his mind.

“He will be sent to the Eastern Air Temple to complete his training” The phrase struck out in his mind like a chiming bell.

“That couldn’t … that conversation … that just happened,” He groaned, a hand going to his head, “One hundred years? Gyatso, all the elders. They’re gone.”

He felt a knot form in his throat, his emotions threatening to choke him.

“No,” He whispered to himself. “No. The Monks taught that death is a natural part of life. Mourn not, Aang, for you will see them again.”

He wiped the forming tears from his eyes, repeating the mantra the Monks had taught him.

Appa let out a yawn from below.

Aang chuckled, deciding to change the subject. “Yeah, I liked her too.”

His head leaned back, hitting the snow. His eyes rolled to the right, looking out across the water.

That’s a long distance to fly he thought, scanning the horizon.

Cutting through the fog was a black vessel, spewing soot and coal into the air. Its speed was impressive, unlike anything Aang had ever seen. He gasped in shock at its sight.

That must be the Fire Navy Sokka told me about he realised.

Then, a second realisation hit him.

“The village!” Aang gasped. =

The Air Nomad leapt to his feet. His feet hit the icy form of his current occupation, sliding down to where his Sky Bison was. With a gust of air, Aang pulled his staff off the Bison’s saddle.

“Appa, wait here,” The Air Nomad commanded, rushing off towards the village.

It was an omen Sokka was all too familiar with. Black soot mixed with the early morning snowfall. The village froze in fear as it fell on them. The younger kids began to cry, and the elders comforted each other, remembering the many raids they had experienced before.

Katara was sitting with her six friends around the cookfire, all unsure of what to do with themselves.

“It’s been nearly a decade since the last attack,” Kankono noted. “I thought they’d have left us alone by now.”

“They would have if it wasn’t for that stupid Airhead!” Pekahki hissed, crossing her arms.

“Funny, you didn’t think he was stupid when you were choking on his cock yesterday,” Rahni replied.

“Oh fuck you!” Pekahli stood in anger.

Haku glanced away from the fight, spotting Sokka walking sternly towards his watchtower.

“Hey, Sokka, what exactly is the plan here?” She called.

Sokka looked to the group, walking over, “Hopefully, we can scare them off. But I don’t have high hopes for it.”

He looked over to the largest tent, where his warrior brigade was gathering weapons.

“They’re just kids,” He sighed. “I can’t ask them to fight.”

“You’re gonna face down an armada alone?” Kahlaka asked in astonishment.

“I’m gonna have to,” Sokka replied. “I’m the only man in the tribe, the only capable warrior.”

He turned towards his watchtower. “I’ve got to go prepare. You girls just … stay out of the way.”

He marched off. Kahlaka and Kankono rose, following behind him.

“You know, for once, I don’t think that was an invitation,” Rahni called after them.

Kankono turned back to look at her friends. “Maybe not, but he’s gonna be fighting who knows how many Firebenders alone. He deserves something for motivation.”

The two girls disappeared, leaving the other four alone.

“So, Ukaho, wanna explain that outburst today?” Haku asked with a sly grin.

“I’m sorry, but Katara was right. Everything has been nothing but doom and gloom around here for years,” Ukaho declared. “Aang was funny, kind, great with the young ones.”

“Hung like an arctic dog,” Pekahki cut in.

“Fuck yes, I wish we’d actually gotten to fuck him!” Ukaho groaned, remembering the early morning face fucking she had given herself on his unconscious rod. “Katara, you are so lucky to have gotten that whole thing inside you. I mean, I love your brother’s cock and all, but I need some variety. Three years of the same dick leaves a girl bored.”

Katara went red as she once again found herself surrounded by and involved in an in-depth discussion of her brother’s sexual prowess, not feeling confident enough to mention she hadn’t taken Aang inside herself yet.

Sokka entered his watchtower, breathing a heavy sigh of sadness. Not letting his emotions overtake him, he removed his parka, placing it down on a table nearby. Taking a few more steps in, he looked around, checking the weapons he had hung up.

He moved to a storage chest, opening it to remove the ceremonial warrior's paints and garbs. He heard two bodies slip in behind him.

“Not now,” He hissed.

“Then when?” Kankono cooed in a seductive tone.

“Yeah, c’mon,” Kahlaka added. “It’s gonna be an important battle, we can’t let something let a pair of heavy, cum filled balls distract our village’s defender.”

“They say that Firebenders and Earthbenders have sex on the battlefield,” Kankono added. “Why not the Water Tribe as well? They call it Xìng Zhàndòu, a combat that combines sex and fighting.”

“That’s just a rumour,” Sokka replied sternly. “I need to-“

He turned sharply, facing the girls, ready to shoo them away. However, both girls had already stripped down to nothing and were on their knees near the entrance.

“I heard Haku and Rahni talking about earlier today, said that you put strong warriors in their stomachs,” Kahlaka whispered in a sultry tone. “Don’t you think this tribe needs as many defenders as possible?”

“Yes, they need to be strong and capable, like you,” Kankono added. Both girls fell to all fours, crawling forward.

“Make us the bearers of the greatest army the Southern Water Tribe has ever seen,” Kahlaka moaned, her massive bust swaying underneath her, her nipples kissing the snow-packed floor.

“Please, we’re begging for you to stuff our wombs with every drop of sperm you have,” Kankono shook her impressive hips, her fat ass clapping together as she twerked.

Sokka grunted, surrendering himself to his base impulses. “Fine, you can help me prepare.”

Both girls eagerly moved toward him.

“What can we do?” They asked in unison.

“I need to get these battle clothes on and get my face paint done,” Sokka replied.

In a flash, both girls were on him, undoing his tunic and breeches. Even his boots came off, tossing everything into a pile nearby. Kankono and Kahlaka ogled and cooed at Sokka’s flaccid member, still nearly a foot long. Kahlaka moved first, massaging and groping at Sokka’s testicles. Kankono went next, stroking his soft shaft.

“Please,” She moaned to his cock, begging for it to get hard. “We need you.”

Sokka bit his lip, enjoying the submission of his sister’s friends. Kahlaka took one of Sokka’s balls into her mouth, trying to suck the cum out of him that way as she greedily swallowed them in her mouth. Sokka tossed his head back in pure ecstasy. His phallus began to inflate in Kankono’s hands.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She cheered, gripping Sokka’s cock tight in her hand, stroking him rapidly. Her mouth kissed his cock head intimately, taking only the tip inside. Her tongue lapped at Sokka’s shaft, her hands going up and down the turgid member. Kahlaka continued to enjoy the taste of Sokka’s smooth sack, her own tongue exploring the softness in contrast to Kankono’s exploring hardness.

Kankono began to slowly inch her way further. Sokka’s hand went to her head, pushing her along. Kankono was not one for oral prowess, having always preferred a hard member in her southernly holes. But given the circumstances, she wasn’t complaining as inch after inch pushed past her teeth. Her eyes were beginning to water. He didn’t stop.

“To the base!” He demanded.

Kahlaka, meanwhile, was in heaven with both of Sokka’s nuts in her throat, face fucking herself on his sack. She could feel the nuts contracting and brewing a load.

Kankono is so lucky she thought I’m doing all the work, she’s gonna get all the reward. I wanted his cum!

Kankono was struggling on Sokka’s cock, about half down, but she was at her limit. Her lungs were screaming for air. Her weeping eyes looked up at Sokka, silently pleading.

Please cum, please cum she begged to herself.

Lucky for her, it seems that Sokka heard her. With a heavy grunt, Sokka’s nuts contracted in Kahlaka’s mouth, dumping a heavy load of cum down into Kankono’s stomach. She swallowed eagerly, fingering herself as her gut expanded with the spunk of the Water Tribe warrior. Sokka’s cock twitched and bucked as it sprayed deep into Kankono’s throat. Kankono could start to feel her mind blanking from the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was the gallons of sperm spraying into her.

Sokka released Kankono, letting the semi-conscious girl drop to the floor, spluttering and coughing up sperm. Kahlaka removed herself from his sack, wiping the spittle away from her mouth.

“Fuck, if you could get a throat pregnant, I think you just got Kankono with triplets,” Kahlaka commented, staring at the defeated girl.

She turned back to Sokka in time to find his strong hands pushing her to the ground. Kahlaka yelped as her nude back hit the cold snow floor. She moaned a second later, spreading her legs and hooking them around Sokka’s back.

“Put a warrior in me,” She moaned. Sokka grabbed his cock, guiding it to her snatch. Kahlaka gave a deep moan as Sokka’s cock spread her weeping cunt open, thrusting his cock, slick with Kankono’s spit, deep into her twat.

She moaned lowly as Sokka thrust hard into her. His ball sack slammed into her asshole with a heavy thud as his cock hilted itself to the base inside her. Kahlaka took a moment, admiring the bulging protrusion of his cock protruding up from her stomach.

“Mmmhm, I look so pretty with your cock inside me,” She cooed. Her vision blurred as soft pink hearts formed in her eyes. Sokka grunted as he pulled himself out, thrusting back in just as hard. Kahlaka screamed in pleasure as her entire body began to sway and lurch against Sokka’s cock. Her massive chest lurched on her torso. Sokka leaned down, biting on her beautiful brown chest.

“Fuck!” She cooed as she felt Sokka’s teeth sinking into her chest. “Yes, fucking mark my tits as yours! Claim every inch of me!”

His hand went to her throat, squeezing on either side. She moaned, her pussy contracting around Sokka’s cock. The Water Tribe warrior paused, enjoying the tight wetness around his thick dick. Kahlaka groaned as an orgasm rocked her body, like a fire spreading out from her twat. She croaked out a moan as Sokka’s fingers squeezed around her throat.

“Keep going,” She choked out. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, in pure bliss as Sokka assaulted her body. “I’m gonna~ cum again!”

Sokka hilted inside Kahlaka, each thrust harder, deeper, than the last. His mouth sealed around another section of her chest, leaving another bruising bite. His free hand gripped hard into Kahlaka’s curvy hips, pressing her further into the snowy floor. Her pussy was weeping around Sokka’s cock, her slick squirt melting the snow around her fat ass cheeks.

She screamed, her sounds choking in her throat. Tears of joy were running down her face. Kahlaka’s whole body was alight with pleasure. Her legs, locked around Sokka’s back, spasmed and twitched as orgasm after orgasm rocked her.

Kankono came to her senses, pulling herself from the snow-covered floor. The sound of Kahlaka’s pleasure brought her to her senses. Kankono rubbed her head. Her eyes found themselves transfixed on her stomach, bloated like she was heavily pregnant.

Fuck, he’s such a fucking cum stud Kankono thought to herself. She looked up at the lewd display of Sokka’s borderline ritualistic breeding Kahlaka. She looked over at the table, spotting Sokka’s war paints. She smirked to herself.

Sokka paid Kankono’s movements little mind. His eyes were locked on Kahlaka’s swaying body, watching how her entire body was moving on his cock, using every inch of her to bring Sokka pleasure. His cock was swimming in the ecstasy of Kahlaka’s slick cunt. He was barely holding his orgasm back. His balls were starting to feel sore from how much they had dumped in Kankono and the other girls. Sokka could not recall, truthfully, the last time he’d had balls that were actually full or backed up.

Kankono appeared alongside him, holding the pallets of war paint and a brush. He glanced over to her in confusion, still fucking Kahlaka with all his might. Kankono dipped the brush into the bone-white liquid. The brush tip touched Sokka’s face as she began to paint the warrior symbols on Sokka, as she had been taught to. Sokka held his face still as he was painted by Kankono. Kahlaka, meanwhile, continued to fuck herself against Sokka, screaming her way through another orgasm.

“Cum inside her,” Kankono ordered, as she finished up her work. “Give my stomach a twin.”

“No,” Kahlaka gave a hoarse cry.“Paint my face, I want to have my own ceremonial paint, show my role in the tribe.”

Sokka pulled her hand from Kahlaka’s throat, letting the girl gasp for air. Kankono backed up, waiting for Sokka to make his decision. His hands gripped hard into Kahlaka’s thighs, her fleshy hips allowing his fingers to sink deep in.

“Paint my face, give me the paints of a whore!” Kahlaka shouted.

“Put every last drop of your cum in her guts,” Kankono barked. “Bloat her goats with your Warrior cum.”

Sokka grunted hard, feeling his orgasm rising in his cock.

Whatever you’re gonna do, do it now he realised. His balls contracted as the last of his cum flew up through his shaft. Sokka pulled backwards, his tip emerging from Kahlaka’s cunt, He thrust forward, angling his cock up and over her stomach and in between Kahlaka’s massive tits. Kahlaka raised her head, staring down Sokka’s cock head, having to go cross-eyed to gaze at it. His slit exploded a torrent of white liquid, splattering across her face. Her mouth opened, swallowing what little splashed into her mouth as best she could. Kankono shuddered as she watched Sokka drown the Water Tribe whore.

There was a moment as Sokka’s cock finally began to deflate. Kahlaka wiped the cum from her eyes, scooping it into her mouth.

“So tasty.” She cooed. “Kankono, cum have some!”

Kankono leapt at the opportunity. She was at Kahlaka’s side in an instant, licking the cum from Kankono’s face. Sokka turned to a piece of reflective glass.

She did a good job with the paints he thought to himself.

Sokka stood alone on the snow wall of the Southern Water Tribe. All of the villagers tried their best to return to their routine for the day. The soot-covered snow left them shaking all the same.

Then came the rumbling. A familiar feeling to some, a metal ship ripping through the ice beyond their walls. The youngest ran for cover. The rest just froze in fear. Sokka watched the loose parts of the wall give way at his feet. His heart pounded in his chest erratically.

Show no fear he reminded himself of his father’s words, stealing his stance. The rumbling grew louder and heavier. Sokka heard an ear-splitting CRACK! To his right, his Watchtower collapsed, burying his caché of weapons beneath heavy snow.

“Oh man,” He groaned.

That was enough to send everyone in the village behind him scattering in every direction. Katara and Rahni sprinted towards cover together. A shadow began to cover them both. The two Water Tribe bimbos stopped and turned, watching as a warship that dwarfed their sole warrior emerged from the morning mists. A horrid sound filled the air as the ice, which was splitting, flew through the air.

“Oh, man,” Sokka stated again, quieter this time, the fear in his heart rising high; he felt frozen in place. He watched as a split in the ice ran from the bow of the ship, right up to the wall he stood on, splitting the ice below him in two.

In the village, Rahni and Katara finished ushering everyone into cover in the tents. Rahni entered next, leaving Katara the only soul exposed in the Southern Water Tribe. She looked to her brother, watching their meagre wall begin to buckle beneath his feet.

“Sokka, get out of the way!” Katara shouted to her brother, but her voice was drowned by the sound of ice splitting wildly. The man did not move, however, still frozen by fear.

A blast of snow buckled up and over the wall, moving the piece of ice Sokka was standing upon. The drift fell into the village, carrying the Water Tribe warrior upon it. Sokka remained unharmed, carried back and away from the ship by the snow and ice it had pushed out of its own way.

A hiss came from the stopped vessel, venting steam. The front lowered to a metal ramp, crashing down hard into the snow. Sokka leapt back, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the drop ramp. With the thunderous CRASH of the ship, everyone in the village came from their hiding spots, emerging to check on their warrior.

There was a moment, a beat as they all stared at the open vessel. Three men emerged, dressed in the combat uniform of Firebenders. At the front was a man, pale of skin, with a strange red scar covering his left eye. The other two soldiers who flanked him had faceplates, obscuring their faces. They marched down towards the village.

Behind them came three more soldiers, another Firebender, and three non-Bender Fire Soldiers.

Sokka gripped his club, dispelling the fear from his heart.

I promised Dad I would defend this place Sokka reminded himself. He rushed forward with a shout, climbing the ramp quickly. The leader of the Firebenders stopped, squaring up his posture to a fighting stance.

Sokka swung down with his club, narrowly missing the scarred man. Zuko dodged out of the way. Zuko then brought up his leg with a kick, slamming into Sokka’s arm.

Shit! Sokka thought as his club flew from his hand at the impact. He was barely able to block the next blow in time, raising his arm to stop Zuko from punching his head. Zuko reeled back, bringing up his leg for another kick. This one made contact, sending Sokka flying off the ramp and into the snow drift below.

“Sokka!” Haku cried out. Sokka impacted hard, feeling his entire back take the impact on the hardened and packed snow. He let out a grunt of pain.

The seven enemies approached the terrified Water Tribe, with Zuko moving closest. He did not speak for a moment, examining all the gathered peoples.

Elders, children he noted to himself So the reports are true. All the men of the Southern Water Tribe have sailed north to join the war effort. Funny, the Water Tribes have been largely neutral for most of the conflict.

He spied Katara and her friends, all huddled together. He felt something stirring in his breeches, but shook off the distraction.

They would make fine prizes at a brothel he thought to himself, mulling over the idea of taking more than one captive No, focus. You’re too close to get distracted by some Water Tribe Bimbos.

“Where are you hiding him?” He asked sternly.

Nobody spoke; they all stared at Zuko in confusion.

The Southern Water Tribe has been raided over thirty times in the last one hundred years. According to Fire Nation intel, there are no Waterbenders here anymore. Their warriors are gone. Why didn’t the Avatar go with the Southern Warriors? He wondered I spotted a man in orange and yellow. He is not here. They must know where

Zuko stepped forward suddenly, grabbing at the crowd. Everyone gasped, recoiling in fear. Katara watched as the Firebender pulled her grandmother from the crowd by her collar.

“He’d be about this age, master of all four elements,” Zuko barked. But still the crowd was silent. He released the old woman with a shove. Katara caught her grandmother as she stumbled forward.

Zuko let out an angry grunt, fire flying in a wide flare over the heads of all in the tribe. Everyone shrieked and screamed as the heat of the fire baked them, the flames dissipating over their head.

“I know you’re hiding him!” Zuko shouted. “I am Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation, and you will answer me.”

A sudden shout from behind the Banished Prince brought his attention away from the crowd. Sokka was on his feet, swinging with his club. Zuko wheezed in pain as Sokka’s club crashed into his back, striking his lower rib. The Fire Prince steeled himself against the blow. He reached out, grabbing Sokka on the back and flipping the Water Tribe soldier over his whole body, tossing Sokka into the air. Sokka once again lost grip on his club, amazed somewhat at the Firebender’s strength. He had little time for admiration, however. Twisting in the air, Sokka contorted his body around, landing in the snow on his hands and knees.

He had only a second to recover, leaping out of the way almost immediately as Zuko launched a fireball at where he had landed. The Water Tribe warrior moved away in time, narrowly missing the burning flames. Sokka’s hand went into the sling on his back, pulling out his sharpened boomerang. Taking a second to aim, he tossed, aiming for the Firebender’s head. Zuko grunted, barely dodging out of the way of the boomerang in time. He turned, watching it spin off into the sky.

What the hell? He thought, before turning back to the Water Tribe Warrior before him.

“Show no fear!” The youngest boy chanted from behind Sokka, tossing him his spear.

Sokka caught it with one hand as the Water Tribe chanted and cheered.

“Kick his ass, Sokka!” Rahni shouted. Sokka levelled his spear and charged at the Firebender.

Zuko took a defensive stance, spreading his arms wide. Sokka lunged at the Fire Prince, aiming for his exposed face. Zuko’s arms slammed together rapidly, breaking the tip of the spear mere inches from his head.

Sokka’s charge halted, shook over taking him as he watched Zuko splinter his weapon. He looked down at the handle, his grip loosening in surprise. With a forceful grab, the Fire Prince ripped what remained of the handle from Sokka, pulling the Water Tribe Warrior forward and knocking him off balance.

With a violent thrust, Zuko jabbed the weapon into Sokka’s stomach, knocking the wind out of the Warrior and dropping him for the last time. Zuko broke the handle in his hand, satisfied with his victory. That was until the boomerang Sokka had thrown flew back towards its master, slamming into the back of Zuko’s helmet and rocking the head of the Fire Prince.

Zuko stumbled, suddenly overtaken by the impact. The Boomerang landed in the ice next to the defeated Sokka, the sharp end sticking into the ground. Zuko growled in anger, staring down at the Southern Tribe’s champion. He flexed his fists, causing short daggers of flames to emerge. The onlooking villagers screamed in horror.

Suddenly, Zuko was thrown from his feet as a wooden staff swept at his legs. Aang emerged from behind the Firebenders in a dramatic fashion atop an Otter-Penguin, knocking the Fire Prince up into the air. He came crashing down on his head and chest, butt stuck up in the air. His helmet went flying, landing perfectly on Zuko’s ass in a rather comedic moment.

The Water Tribe cheered at Aang’s return. The girls were less than excited as the monk skidded his ride to a halt, blasting Kankono, Kahlaka, and Haku with snow. Katara and Pekahki wasted no time with the distraction, dragging Sokka back over to the gathered Tribe. Aang stopped in front of the crowd, smiling at them. A moment later, he was thrown rather unceremoniously from his vehicle as the Otter-Penguin rose and trotted off, sensing the danger.

“Hey, Katara,” Aang greeted his friends with a warm smile. “Hey Rahni, Hey Sokka.”

“Hi. Aang,” Sokka greeted him, rubbing the forming bruise on his stomach. “Thanks for coming.”

Turning back to the threat, Aang watched as the now helmet-less scarred bender ordered his men to spread out into a crescent formation, surrounding the bender. Aang took a fighting stance, brandishing his staff.

Sokka rose to his feet, coughing, and his stomach groaned in pain. All the same, the warrior moved up next to Aang. Two on Seven. Aang gave Sokka a nod, holding his staff tight in his hand.

“Looking for me?” Aang called the leader of the Firebenders.

“You’re the Airbender?” Zuko asked in confusion. “You’re the Avatar?”

“Aang?” Katara’s jaw dropped in surprise.

“No way,” Haku added.

“Sokka, take the Non-benders. I’ll handle this one,” Aang said to his ally, locking eyes with Zuko. Sokka grimaced, but acquiesced to his request. He leaned down, retrieving his boomerang from the ice. The Water Tribe warrior then turned to the three non-benders, armed with spears. He stepped in between the watching soldiers and his tribe.

“I’ve spent years preparing for this encounter,” Zuko began, circling Aang. The monk matched him, and the two began to circle each other slowly. “Training, meditating. You’re practically a child!”

Aang stopped, raising a confused eyebrow. “And how old are you? Like twenty-two?”

Zuko summoned fire, launching a blast at Aang. The Airbender shrieked, spinning his staff to deflect the wild flames into the air. The movement resumed as Zuko began to draw closer to Aang. The Monk could do little more than reflect, fire spiralling off his staff in every direction. The Water Tribe onlookers shrieked and cried in fear as the flames licked at them again. Aang turned at the shrieks, watching for a moment at the fear in their eyes.

Zuko’s attacks stopped for a moment, giving Aang a chance to speak. “If I go with you, will you promise to leave everyone alone?”

Zuko considered for a moment.

Could it truly be this easy? He wondered. He looked from Aang to Sokka There’s only two of them, and that one is not a bender. He must know he’s beaten

Zuko nodded. Sokka looked over to Aang, confusion on the warrior’s face. Aang gave him a nod. Sokka relented, releasing his fighting stance. The Non-benders moved past Sokka, drawing up on both sides of Aang. One took his staff as they ushered him forward.

“No, Aang, don’t do this!” Katara called from the crowd.

“Don’t worry, Katara,” Aang called as he was ushered towards the ship. “It’ll be okay. Take care of Appa for me ‘till I get back!”

Aang began to disappear up the ramp as Katara heard the leader shout. “Head a course to the Fire Nation! I’m going home.”

The entire Tribe watched as the Fire Nation ship packed up and retreated from the ice.

It took the Tribe the better part of the day to get their village back in order. The Warriors began to dig out Sokka’s Watchtower whilst Rahni and Haku helped pitch different types of tents. The elders made food whilst the mothers comforted the crying children.

Katara offered little assistance, staring off to the horizon once again. She heard someone draw up behind her.

“We have to go after that ship, Sokka,” She said, knowing it was her brother. “Aang saved our Tribe. Now we have to save him.”

“Katara I-“

She cut him off, anger swelling in her voice. “Why can’t you realise that he’s on our side? If we don’t help him, no one will. I know you don’t like Aang, but we owe him and-“

“Katara!” Sokka snapped.

The Waterbender turned her head, annoyed to have been cut off yet again by her brother. However, to her shock, she found Sokka was standing next to a canoe, packed and supplied with quite a bit for what seemed to be intended to be a long journey.

“Are you gonna talk all day, or are you coming with me?” Her brother asked, gesturing to the vehicle.

Katara gasped. “Sokka!” She ran to her brother, squeezing him tight. Sokka gasped as he felt the warmth of his sister’s exposed chest against his parka. He felt a stirring in his breeches, but tried his best to ignore it.

“Get in, we’re going to save your boyfriend,” Sokka declared, earning a scoff from Katara.

“He’s not my-“

“Whatever,” Sokka cut her off quickly.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” An old voice called. The siblings turned to find their Grandmother staring at them. However, she did not seem angry; instead, in her hands, she was holding a bundle of warm clothes.

“You’ll need these,” She said with a smile, handing her supplies to Katara. “You have a long journey ahead of you.”

Both siblings looked at each other, surprised.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had hope,” Their Grandmother said, looking to the snow below their feet sadly. “But you brought it back to life, my little waterbender.”

Katara felt emotions rising in her chest as her grandmother embraced her for a tight hug.

“And you, my brave warrior,” She continued, turning to Sokka. “You fought well today. Be nice to your sister, protect her like you promised your father.”

“Yeah, okay, Gran,” Sokka replied as the old woman smothered him with a hug as well, patting lightly on her back. She pulled back, looking to both of them.

“Aang is the Avatar,” Gran-Gran continued. “He’s the world's only chance. You both found him for a reason. Now your destinies are intertwined with his.”

The siblings looked to each other, a silent understanding of the serious tone their Grandmother was using.

Katara turned to Sokka’s canoe. “There’s no way we’re going to catch we’re gonna catch a warship with a canoe.”

As if on cue, the sound of a low grunt came as a familiar white and grey beast came lumbering over the hillside.

“Appa!” Katara smiled.

“You just love taking me out of my comfort zone,” Sokka shook his head. “Don’t you?”

Aang’s hands were bound behind his back. Despite this, six guards surrounded the young monk on the deck of the ship as it cut through the icy waters of the frigid ocean. He watched as the nearly bald man inspected his glider.

“This staff will make an excellent gift for my mother,” He declared, raising the glider into the air. The man paused, looking to Aang, a hint of sorrow in his voice. “I suppose you wouldn’t know of mothers, being raised by monks.”

“Take the Avatar to the prison hold,” He ordered. The guards pulled Aang away, towards the bowels of the ship.

Zuko turned to his uncle, “And take this to my quarters.” he handed his uncle the staff, who, in turn, handed it to the guard next to him.

“Hey, you mind taking this to his quarters for me?” Iroh asked.

Aang watched as Zuko, Iroh, and the remaining guards moved towards the metal monolith that rose in the middle of the ship. He, meanwhile, was brought low below deck.

As they marched, Aang flexed his wrists, getting a feel for how tight his restraints were. His guards marched in front and behind him, silent and faceless.

“So, I guess you guys have never fought an airbender before,” Aang began. “I bet I can take you both with my hands tied behind my back.”

“Silence,” Ordered the guard in front of him. They marched on.

At the end of the hallway, they reached a large metal door with only a small view window in it. The guard in front stopped, removing a key from his pocket. Aang moved quickly, drawing in a large breath of air. With a blasting exhalation, the guard in front slammed into the door, knocking himself out instantly. Aang’s body careened into the guard behind him, blowing them both off their feet. They flew back down the corridor, crashing into the stairs that had brought them below deck. The impact knocked the second guard unconscious as well.

Aang wasted little time, using the momentum of the crash and his airbending to spring upwards, back onto the deck. With a flourish and a kick, a blast of air opened the door to the upper levels of the ship. He sprinted inside, arms still bound.

Where would the Captain sleep on a ship like this? Aang thought as he dashed down the corridors of the ship. He recalled the layout of the wreck he and Katara had explored. Trying desperately to deduce which room he had passed, there could be where the scarred man was sleeping.

Out on the deck, the second guard came two, feeling the pain of a broken arm from the impact into the stairs at such a high speed. All the same, he dragged himself onto the deck. Up above on the helm, another guard emerged to see what the commotion was.

“The Avatar has escaped!” Called the guard with the broken arm.

Appa swam through the Arctic water at a leisurely pace. Sokka seemed quite annoyed by the beast’s lack of urgency. “Go. Fly. Soar.” he commanded in an unimpressed tone.

“Please, Appa,” Katara pleaded, sitting at the reins. “We need your help. Aang needs your help.”

“Up. Ascend. Elevate.”

Katara tossed an annoyed glance at Sokka, shaking her head. She turned back to their steed.

“Sokka doesn’t believe you can fly, but I do, Appa. Come on, don’t you want to save Aang?” Katara asked, petting the beast’s head.

The sky bison gave a groaning roar, raising its head.

“What was it that Aang said?” Sokka wondered aloud, raising an eyebrow, “Yee-haw? Hup-Hup? Wah-hoo? Uh, Yip Yip?”

The Sky Bison growled an echoing roar. Its tail slammed down heavily in the water, and the beast began to sprint, climbing into the air. Both siblings marvelled in amazement as they ascended into the air.

“You did it, Sokka!” Katara cheered.

Sokka gripped the edge of the saddle, gawking at the sight. “He’s flying! He’s flying! Katara, he’s-”

Sokka spotted his little sister, giving him a rather smug smile.

“I mean, big deal,” Sokka’s tone became unconvincingly nonchalant. “He’s flying.” Though the Water Tribe warrior couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the water below.

Aang sprinted frantically through the ship, searching layer after layer. He rounded a corner, finding three Fire Nation soldiers brandishing broadswords and blocking the way.

“You haven’t seen my staff around, have you?” Aang asked with a surprisingly genuine sincerity. The soldiers responded by moving to attack. Aang screamed in panic, rushing forward. The Monk boy began to ascend the walls, running around the trio of enemies in a spiralling pattern as he used his airbending to climb vertically, then up and over them on the ceiling, strong gusts of wind battering the soldiers as Aang pushed his body around them. Aang went low as he returned to the ground, sliding between the legs of one of the soldiers. Though he was moving quickly, Aang realised that this soldier was female and had no pants on under her armour, or underwear for that matter. He was stunned for a moment, but kept running.

“Thanks anyway!” He shouted, continuing down the hall to a ladder. With a boosted leap, Aang ascended to the next floor.

There, a soldier awaited him, clad in the armour of a Firebender. A roaring inferno launched towards the Air Nomad. Aang leapt again, flying over the blast. He contorted his body in the air, spinning around to soar over the bender on his back. He lowered his arms, aiming for the sharpened horns of the helm. Aang winced in pain as he felt the ropes around his wrists fall apart, pulling the Firebender off his feet. His technique was not perfect, however, and the horn cut through Aang’s sleeve, leaving the Airbender with a cut snaking up the side of his arm from wrist to elbow. All the same, the Firebender fell backwards, pulled off his feet by the weight of Aang’s impact. His head hit the ground hard, knocking him out.

Aang continued, caring little for his bleeding arm as he searched room by room for his staff. Weapons, food, empty bunks, even the captain’s sleeping Uncle. But no sign of his staff. Level after level he looked, until he arrived on the top floor, near the helm. Aang sprinted past an open door. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied his staff. He skidded to a halt, doubling back.

“My staff!” He cheered, entering the room to retrieve it.

The door slammed shut behind him.

“Looks like I under-estimated you,” Zuko growled, stepping out from behind the door.

Aang turned in shock, locking eyes with the scarred man. He wasted no time, launching a fireball at Aang, who barely dodged out of its way. Several more attacks pinned Aang in the corner, and all he could do was evade. However, the technique was sloppy, Aang noted. The fire attacks were haphazard and telegraphed well. Aang moved out of the way, more worried about the licks of flames that leapt from the centre mass than the attacks themselves. His footwork was quick, keeping Aang from being in one place the entire fight. A few times, Aang summoned an air blast dissipate the flames before they reached him, but the close quarters were not leaving him much room to play with.

In a desperate gamble, Aang summoned his air scooter, doing circuits around the walls of the room as Zuko launched wave of flame after wave of flame at him. Zuko launched a sweeping fire kick, knocking the air out from under Aang and sending him careening into the wall. Aang landed on his back, feet sticking up. Above him was a red and black tapestry.

Perfect! Aang placed his hands on the ground, launching himself upwards, barely avoiding another fire blast. He snaked his way up the wall behind the wall ornament. When he emerged from the top, Aang removed it from the hook on the wall, gliding through the air to land behind the Fire ship’s captain. Aang dashed around the man at a quick speed, tying him up in the thick banner.

With his opponent disabled, Aang dashed his staff, retrieving the wooden weapon just as the banner burned away in flames around Zuko’s body.

Aang recoiled in fear as Zuko took a stance. The Air Nomad’s eyes darted around the room, spotting the mattress the scarred man slept on. With a flick of his staff, air gathered underneath the bedspread, launching it into Zuko with enough force to knock the Firebender off his feet. With an echoing THUD, the Prince hit the wall, smothered by his mattress. The bedding hit the floor, followed by Zuko, who had had the wind knocked out of him. Aang launched the mattress into the air, slamming Zuko against the ceiling.

The Fire Captain seemed down for the count, and Aang sprinted out of the room. Aang made his way to the helm, finding it occupied only by the ship’s helmsmen.

He sprinted forward onto the observation deck, taking a moment to bask in the freedom of the arctic air. With a running start, he dove from the edge of the deck, throwing his glider out in front of him, unfolding the orange wings. He was barely aloft a second before he was dragged forcefully down towards the ship’s deck. He felt a heavy weight on his leg, looking down to spy the Fire Prince hanging off him. Aang blew a gust of wind into his staff, trying to keep himself aloft. It did not work as Aang and Zuko plummeted to the ship’s deck. The Air Nomad also felt a tug at his breeches, realising the weight of Zuko was pulling his pants down.

They impacted the deck hard, both parties lying for a moment to recover from the pain. Aang stood, trying his best get his pants back on. Zuko turned, unfazed by the Avatar’s indecency.

A loud roar brought their attention to the sky.

“What is that?!” Zuko exclaimed as a white and grey beast descended from the sky.

“Appa!” Aang cheered.

Soldiers began to pour out onto the deck, most of them non-benders with their swords. Aang spotted the female without pants again. She was impressively busty.

The Monks said that Xìng Zhàndòu was the main form of battle in the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom Aang recalled quickly. His hand let his pants drop, exposing his flaccid and well-hung cock. I’m gonna have to play by their rules. Sex and fighting! At least I’m good at one of those things!

Aang, however, had miscalculated as Zuko launched a series of brutal fireballs at the Air Nomad. Aang blocked the best he could, but was forced over to the edge of the ship. He parried several blows with the staff before a well-placed shot sent it flying across the deck. Aang was now bottomless, standing on the edge of the ship with Zuko staring him down. Zuko blasted Aang with a powerful fireball, burning off his clothes and sending the Monk into the frigid water.

“Aang! No!” Katara shouted as Appa descended towards the boat. She watched as bubbles rose in the Arctic water before ceasing. “Aang!” She shouted. Sokka’s jaw hung open in shock.

“Aang!” She called again. “Aang!”

From under the water, a blue glow emerged again. Sokka and Katara glanced at one another, recalling the iceberg where they had found him. It moved rapidly, darting behind the boat. A massive torrent of water rocketed into the air behind Zuko’s warship. At the top, half submerged in the water was Aang, his eyes and tattoos once again glowing.

Katara and Sokka stared in amazement at the sight. Though Katara stared closer, spotting Aang’s fully hard cock concealed somewhat by the water. The water arched through the air, sending Aang careening back down towards the Fire Nation vessel. Zuko could only watch in horror as the nude Avatar landed on his deck, surrounding himself with a veil of water as it flowed down from on high. Each of the soldiers seemed just as surprised. Aang spun the water around rapidly, expanding it quickly, throwing a thick disk of cold water out from his body in all directions, slamming into every soldier on the deck.

Zuko took the hit particularly hard, sending the Fire Prince careening over the edge of the ship and towards the water.

Up on Appa’s saddle, Katara and Sokka were in shock, a seemingly normal emotion for the two now.

“Did you see what he just did?” Katara gasped out.

“Now that was some Waterbending,” Sokka added.

Aang’s body turned towards the busty female Fire Nation soldier, still bottomless. She was unconscious on the deck with her meagre coverings blown back by the impact of the hit. Aang began to walk towards her. However, he barely got a single step before collapsing, his glow fading along with his erection as his nude body hit the cold steel deck of the ship.

Was he going to… Katara observed the subtle motion of the nude monk, something that seemed to go unnoticed by Sokka.

Appa dropped low, landing on the deck. Katara and Sokka leapt from the saddle quickly, running to their friend.

“Aang!” Katara shouted. “Are you okay?”

Sokka had a blue blanket in his hand. He covered the man as Katara pulled him off the deck. Aang stirred, staring up at them.

“Hey, Katara. Hey, Sokka. Thanks for coming,” He smiled weakly.

“Well, I couldn’t let you have all the glory,” Sokka chuckled.

“I dropped my staff,” Aang continued, gesturing with his head to where it lay.

“Got it,” Sokka said, leaping back to his feet and sprinting over to the edge of the boat.

Katara turned to Aang, “That was amazing, Aang! But, do you have other clothes?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a few pairs on Appa’s saddle,” Aang said weakly.

Katara looked around, noticing that several of the Fire Nation soldiers were now less than moderately dressed.

“Xìng Zhàndòu,” She repeated, remembering the stories the other girls had told.

Sokka, meanwhile, had gotten across the boat to where Aang’s staff lay. As he picked it up, however, a second hand reached out. Sokka shouted in fear as Zuko growled at him, pulling himself up the side of the ship. Sokka pulled back, suspending Zuko on the wooden weapon’s end. He lurched forward hard, driving the staff directly into Zuko’s face, crashing into the Fire Prince’s nose. Zuko shouted in pain as there was a small cracking sound. His hands went to his face, and once again the prince plummeted. He recovered, grabbing onto the chain of the anchor as blood ran from his nose.

“That’s from the Water Tribe!” Sokka cheered in victory. A second later, Sokka leapt back as Zuko hurled a haphazard fireball at him, sprinting back towards Appa.

Katara helped Aang aboard, the monk seemingly drained of all his strength. Appa rose, preparing to take off. Out of the corner of Katara’s eye, she spotted three non-bender Fire Nation soldiers raising. Each of them was dressed in a helm and chest plate of their order, with boots, but it seemed their pants were now lacking. Katara looked down, finding the deck soaked with water from Aang’s attack.

Steeling herself, Katara brought her hands up, the water rising awkwardly at her command. The three soldiers recoiled at the sight of her bending power. With a grunt, Katara threw her arms around, sending the water surging behind her, freezing along the cold metal. It snaked out, wrapping around her brother’s legs and freezing him in place.

“Katara!” he shouted as he found himself suddenly stuck in place on the ship.

“Shit!” Katara gasped.

The soldiers continued forward, no longer afraid.

“Xìng Zhàndòu,” Katara reminded herself.

The Water Tribe girl sank to her knees, reaching for her parka.

“Alright, c’mon, you Fire Nation brutes!” She called, pulling her top off and exposing her enormous bust. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Each of the soldiers rushed forward. Katara could see their cocks now, swaying just out of sightline under their armour. They were getting hard quickly as each one took a spot in front and on either side of her.

“What the hell?” Sokka whispered to himself as he chipped away at the ice on his feet with his boomerang.

“I told Prince Zuko we should have taken those women as well,” growled one of them. His cock was not as long as Sokka's or Aang’s, but it was as thick. Measuring perhaps nine inches, it landed with a heavy thud between Katara’s chest. The Water Tribe girl smirked, glancing around at the three soldiers.

Just a little closer she thought to herself.

“Oh, please, my friends aren’t nearly as skilled as I,” She gloated. “I can take all three of you at once.”

Katara raised her hands, forming circles. Feigning an opening for handjobs, none of the soldiers noticed as the water around them began to shift beneath their feet, coiling up in the air behind them.

“Is that so?” Another chuckled; he moved in. His cock was neither long nor thick, only six inches and easily slid into Katara’s hand.

The third turned to the other group of soldiers, rousing themselves from their own hits from Aang earlier.

“You four! Secure the Avatar and the Watretribe Soldier. We’ve got this bimbo,” He smirked. The guard turned back, leaving his own cock towards Katara. Longer than his fellow soldier, but thinner at eleven inches. He thrust forward into the inviting hole of Katara’s hand. The first soldier brought his mammoth cock up from Katara’s tits.

“Open wide, slut, we’ve got you!”

Actually Katara thought I’ve got you!

Katara thrust her mouth forward, swallowing down the soldier. At the same time, she began to pump along the shafts of the other two. With a jerk of her head and a squeeze on both cocks, the water tendrils behind the soldiers leapt up and around their targets, freezing all three in place. The three soldiers screamed as they were frozen solid. The shock sent all three into orgasm as Katara suddenly found herself painted on both sides by sticky strands of cum, coating her face and tits. The third exploded into her mouth, flooding it with his salty cum.

Katara held her place for a moment, basking in the satisfaction of victory and cum. After a moment, she withdrew her hands and mouth, wiping away the dripping cum and spit from her chin. In a flash, her parka was in hand, and the topless Water Tribe girl was scrambling up the side of the Sky Bison.

“Hurry up, Sokka!” She shouted, clambering onto Appa. Once she was seated on the saddle, she began to scoop up the cum on her skin and lick it off her fingers. Her parka was left on the bed of the saddle, her tits allowed to breathe, as Aang had recommended.

Sokka hacked away at the ice encasing his feet, chipping more with each hit.

“I’m just a guy with a boomerang, I didn’t ask for all this flying, and magic, and weird sex shit!” He grunted to himself in frustration. With a final hit, Sokka was free. He retrieved Aang’s staff once again, racing towards Appa’s tail.

He scrambled aboard, crawling up into the saddle. “Yip Yip! Yip Yip!” He screamed.

Appa leapt into the air, arching with a steep turn as he circled the ship. As they climbed into the air, Sokka glanced down at the ship, spotting Prince Zuko and an elderly man preparing an attack.

The fireball screamed into the sky towards the trio. Sokka and his topless sister could only watch in a panic. Aang glanced over his shoulder on Appa’s head. Having recovered some of his strength, the Monk leapt backwards, staff now in hand from Sokka. He clicked the button, summoning the bottom wings.

With a grunting swing, Aang redirected the fire blast into the ice cliff nearby, sending the snow and ice slamming down onto the pursuing craft.

The trio cheered as the ship below was buried.

Zuko’s ship screeched to a halt in the Arctic water. Zuko was on all fours from the crash, his hand at his bloodied nose.

“Good news for the Firelord,” Iroh called. “The Fire Nation’s greatest threat is barely a man grown.”

“You’re right, Uncle,” Zuko hissed. “And he just did this. Without any clothes on. I won’t underestimate him again.”

He turned to the four soldiers who were on the deck. “Dig the ship out and follow them!” He ordered. Though he quickly realised they were attempting to unthaw the three soldiers Katara had defeated. “As soon as you’re done with that.”

He turned away in embarrassment. The busty soldier’s gaze lingered for a moment.

The sunset was beautiful, gleaming across the sky as Appa roared through the air. Aang was replacing a new pair of breeches on his legs, examining the exposed cut on his arm.

“How did you do that? With the water?!” Katara cheered, still completely topless and had been for nearly an hour. “It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!”

“I don’t know,” Aang replied somberly. “I just sort of … did it.”

He shunted away from the duo, looking for a shirt. Katara’s enthusiasm died as well, sensing hesitation in Aang’s voice.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were the Avatar?” Katara asked.

“Because…” Aang paused, looking over to the siblings. “I never wanted to be.”

A dark shadow from a cloud above them passed over the sky bison’s saddle.

“But Aang,” Katara called, crawling over to him. “The world’s been waiting for the Avatar to return and finally put an end to this war.”

Aang shook his head. “And how am I going to do that?”

Katara paused for a moment, “Well, according to Legend, you need to first master Water, then Earth, then Fire, right?”

“That’s what the Monks told me,” Aang replied, looking over to the topless Water Tribe girl. He felt a familiar stir in his newly placed breeches.

“Well, if we go to the North Pole, you can master Waterbending!” Katara suggested with a smile.

“We could learn it together!” Aang added, his signature smile returning.

“And Sokka,” Katara called, turning her body towards her elder brother. “I’m sure you’ll get to knock some Firebender heads on the way.”

“I’d like that,” Sokka nodded, “I’d really like that.”

“Then we’re in this together,” Katara nodded, turning back to Aang.

“Alright,” Aang started, rustling around in his stuff, “But before I learn waterbending, we have some serious business to attend to.”

A second later, the Monk produced a map, laying it out on the saddle for the others to see.
He pointed to several spots. “Here, here, and here.”

“What’s there?” Katara asked.

“Here, we’ll ride the Hopping Llamas. Then way over here we’ll surf on the backs of giant koi fish, then back back over here we’ll ride the hog monkeys. They don’t like people riding them, but that’s what makes it fun!”

Katara and Sokka gave each other a sceptical glance.
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