Avatar XXX

Aang’s cock was tasty, but I don’t think anything compares to this! Yue thought, opening her eyes to look at Sokka. Her hand moved up and down the part of the shaft outside her mouth. Everything else is ash in my mouth compared to these fucking cocks!

Both were completely nude in the tool shack just before the Spirit Oasis. They had barely made it inside before completely stripping each other. The ice shelter would have been frigid if not for the warmth of each other’s bodies. Yue pulled Sokka’s member from her mouth with a meaty pop. She ran her tongue along the spit-soaked shaft before planting two deep kisses, one on the head, one on the shaft.

“Fuck,” Sokka grunted. “Keep worshipping my cock.”

Yue smiled. “Of course, this cock was made for me to worship!”

She swallowed him again eagerly, taking him to the base with ease. She gagged and retched, nuzzling herself all the way down. Spittle bubbled from her lips, pooling on his nuts.

Fuck it’s in my stomach, he’s so fucking big she thought, sucking hard and hollowing out her cheeks. She pulled her head along the shaft slowly, savouring every inch as it escaped her lips. She was a little over halfway off his cock when Sokka’s hand grabbed the back of her head, slamming her all the way back down. Yue choked and gagged as the massive member surged back past her throat. Her eyes were wide in shock.

“Take it, slut!” Sokka grunted. His nuts contracted. Yue’s gag turned to a moan as her stomach began to swell with Sokka’s seed, already a bit bloated from Aang’s seed still in her womb. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she basked in the feeling of Sokka’s seed filling her stomach.

Sokka released her head, panting wildly in the afterglow of his finish. Yue pulled off his cock quickly, panting, wildly. Spittle and cum flowed from her lips, soaking her chin.

“Fuck, I am addicted to your cock,” Yue panted, revelling in her afterglow. She cuddled up to Sokka, resting her head on his shoulder. Reflexively, her hand went to his cock, stroking it to keep it hard.

“Well, I think I know what we should try next!” Sokka said with a grin.

Yue rolled her eyes, but a smile crossed her face. “Hehe, okay Sokka …”

She started to sit up when the sound of a deep roar hit her ears.

Fire She thought. It was so rare in her village, but she knew its distinct sound all the same.

“Wait, Sokka, you hear that?” she asked. “It sounds like … fighting and explosions, I think something is happening outside!”

“We’ve been going all night, Yue,” Sokka replied, “And we haven’t done anal like you promised.”

Yue turned, planting a kiss on Sokka’s cheek. “Don’t worry, we’ll do it as soon as we go check, I promise.”

“Okay,” Sokka replied.

The duo got up, redressing quickly and heading out.

They ducked into the Spirit Oasis, finding no sign of Aang and a nude and passed out Katara lying in a pool of steaming cum.

“Katara!” Sokka shouted, rousing her sister.

The waterbender leapt to her feet. A sloshing mess of cum poured from her asshole as she did so, “Aang!” She shouted.

“What happened?” Sokka asked.

“Zuko took Aang,” Katara replied, her head dropping in shame. “He raped me all night and took him right out from under me.”

“Where did they go?” Sokka asked, staring down at the pool of the Koi Fish.

The spiral of black and white was a hypnotic trance to the Avatar. He lost track of time, staring at the pattern. An eternity passed, and yet no time at all. He snapped awake, forgetting the pattern instantly. He looked around, unsure of where he was.

The wooden arch from the Oasis stood behind him. Beneath him, a wooden circle, carved and sanded, massive in scope. It sat upon a foggy swamp, covered in lily pads and moss. Behind him, a bouquet of golden bamboo. Massive trees, growing from roots which seemed to be lifting them out of the water, were scattered through the land in front of him. A strange Herron-Pelican swooped by, disappearing behind the trees. It passed by again overhead.

This doesn’t look like the Spirit World Aang reflected Well, I didn’t really see the Spirit World, I guess? It was more of a halfway thing? Or did I do it too much?

Aang began to wonder, looking for any signs of life. He wandered for what once again felt like ages, days or weeks. But every time Aang began to worry, he would turn his head and find that the wooden dial he had come in on was only a few more feet behind him. Aang forged on, eventually finding his way out on a large tree’s vast network of roots, spreading out above the water.

“Om,” a deep voice echoed through the area.

Aang turned, spotting a Baboon-Man meditating in a stone hut with a tree growing on top of it. His white fur stuck out against the golden-brown camouflage of the rest of the Spirit World. Aang also noted an orange robe that left him feeling oddly nostalgic.

Finally Aang thought, sprinting across the vines and roots over to the Creature.

“Om,” the Baboon-Man repeated, meditating deeply.

“Hello?” Aang called to him softly. The Baboon-Man did not respond right away. His eyes sealed shut. His hands were clasped together in a meditative concentration. Aang also noted a strange necklace of flowers sprouting from each other, draped over Him. “I’m sorry to disturb you. I just really need to find the Moon and the Ocean Spirits.”

“Go. Away,” The Baboon-Man replied without opening His eyes.

Aang didn’t move, surprised by the response. The Baboon-Man opened one eye, looking the Avatar up and down.

“You are still here?” He sneered.

“Yes!” Aang exclaimed in a frustrated tone, “I need-”

“OMMMM!” The Baboon-Man shut His eyes, turning His head from Aang. Unfortunately, another nuisance would bother the meditation of the Baboon-Man. A blue light flickered passed His closed eyes, causing them to open. A strange blue Orb floated by, fluttering around.

“Perhaps that thing will help you,” The Baboon-Man suggested, pointing at the Pest. “Chase it!”

The Orb flew off, whizzing into the jungle. Aang sighed and pursued, leaving the Baboon-Man in peace.

“Finally,” The Baboon-Man sighed, watching the Avatar disappear into the trees and returning to his meditation.

Aang chased the Orb far and away from the entrance. He skipped across the water, almost seemingly to bow and bend when his feet touched the surface rather than break. The Orb proved quick, rushing through the trees, but Its bright light was a beacon against the golden brown of everything else. Aang chased it up a tree, leaping into the air as high as he could without bending. His hands clasped around his quarry, sealing It inside the cage of his hands.

Gotcha! Aang cheered to himself, smiling widely. His feet had no sooner landed upon the thick branch beneath him than they slipped. Aang looked down, finding the massive branch was dissolving, evaporating and shrinking all at once beneath him. Aang let out a scream as he plummeted. This time, the water did break. The Avatar resurfaced a second later, completely dry. The Orb in his hands got away, flying off.

“Come back!” Aang shouted, but It did not obey.

Damn it Aang swore, scurrying to his feet. He looked down in the water, watching as it continued to ripple from his legs as if something was repeatedly and rhythmically breaching the surface.  There was something beneath the ripples. Aang raised a curious eyebrow, staring down at the water. His shadow snapped to focus.

“Hello, Aang.”

“Roku!” Aang exclaimed, recognising the old man staring up at him from below the water’s surface. “The Water Tribe is under attack! I need to find the Ocean and the Moon Spirits.”

Roku’s form became impossible to discern for a moment. A pillar of dark red rose from the water, reforming into Roku, just as dry as Aang.

“The Ocean and The Moon are ancient Spirits,” Roku explained. “They crossed over from the Spirit World to the mortal world very near the beginning. There is only one Spirit I know of who is old enough to remember …” The previous Avatar’s voice trailed off as he pondered the information he was divulging.

“Who?” Aang asked frantically, trying to keep Roku focused.

“The Spirit’s name is Koh, but he is very dangerous,” replied Roku, foreboding in his tone. “They call Him ‘The Face Stealer’. When you speak with Him, you must be very careful to show no emotion at all … Not the slightest expression. Or He will steal your face.”

Fear ran down Aang’s spine. The monk swallowed, trying to kill his fear. He nodded slowly, a sense of dread hanging heavy in his heart.

Sokka raced off to retrieve Appa, knowing it would be easiest to search from the air. From far away, the sound of fireballs bombarding the city was a distant but constant thud; the attack had resumed. Katara sank to her knees, staring at her nude reflection in the pond, broken only by the two Koi Fish swimming in their circular pattern.

“I can’t believe I lost him,” she said.

“You did everything you could,” Yue tried to reassure the bimbo, a hand on her shoulder. “And now we need to do everything we can to get him back.”

There was a familiar groan. Sokka landed, sitting upon Appa’s head.

“Zuko can’t have gotten far,” Sokka declared, beckoning for Yue and Katara to climb aboard. “We’ll find him. Aang’s gonna be fine.”

Katara wiped the tears from her face. “Okay,” She rose, turning towards Appa. Yue had collected the Waterbender’s clothes, handing them off as they both climbed aboard. Katara’s walk was stiff, her ass still quite literally burning from Zuko’s treatment of it.

As Katara began to gingerly replace her breeches, she spotted Momo, the Lemur-Bat, sitting by the wooden archway, staring at the grass. She didn’t seem interested in moving.

“It’s alright, Momo, you stay here,” Katara called to Aang’s pet. She didn’t seem to notice. “In case Aang comes back.”

Sokka looked at Yue as she boarded the bison. “It’s gonna be dangerous, Zuko is no joke. You should stay here.”

“No way, I’m coming too,” Yue declared. “I go where my protector is.” Sokka nodded.

“Yip yip,” Sokka ordered, snapping the reins. The Sky Bison rose, flying up into the air. Sokka pulled hard, banking the beast up and around to the tundra behind them.

“The ice cap?” Yue questioned.

“Zuko isn’t stupid enough to bring Aang through an active war zone. He’s probably gone north,” Sokka replied. “That’s what my instincts are telling me.”

Yue and Katara pulled the hoods of their parkas up, bracing against the bitter cold of the winds. A storm was brewing out on the wild of the ice cap north of the tribe.

Whilst Aang’s Spirit conversed with Roku, his physical form was bound in rope, slumped over Zuko’s shoulder. The fire prince was trudging through the arctic winds of the ice cap that lay above the Northern Water Tribe. The prince could barely see more than a few feet in front of him. Buried up to his thighs in thick, fresh snow, he was carving a path through the untouched tundra, a beacon for all to follow.

Still, the prince persevered, mulling over every option he had. His entrance into the Northern Water Tribe was certainly a one-way trip. No way he could take the Avatar through such long underwater tunnels without losing control of the situation. The next option of commandeering a ship. However, Zuko knew this was not an option either. The Water Tribe had few ships for such long-form travel. What’s more, from the look he had gotten at their defences, you need to be a Waterbender to get in or out of the city proper.

This left only one option to the prince - Braving the tundra to circle the outside, scaling down to his canoe, returning to one of the Fire Navy ships and then stealing a smaller craft like his old skiff and sailing to the Fire Nation alone. It would not be easy, Zuko knew, but nothing ever was.

As he was working out which ships in the fleet were most likely to be armed with a skiff, the Fire Prince felt his foot break through the ice he was stepping onto.

Shit! The prince swore. He sprinted forward, trying to avoid the shattering ice. It splintered and shattered all around him, the ground falling out from his feet just as quickly as he sprinted across it. He broke into a mad dash, glancing over his shoulder to watch as the area he had just been walking across was falling away into a chasm that had frozen over without him realising. The footing beneath him was constantly breaking, interfering with his stride as his legs buckled. An updraft from the ground below him hit the prince, sending him flying through the air. Aang fell from his back, landing in the snow nearby. Zuko slammed into the ground, grunting in pain as he sank deep into stable ground. He rolled over, looking at the massive cloud of smoke and snow that had been kicked up. The entire chasm was exposed, deep and imposing. The Prince panted wildly, trying to regain his strength. His legs were weak, as were his arms. Between his death-defying swim into the Tribe and then a several-hour sex spree with that Water Tribe whore, Zuko was approaching his limit. He needed rest. He scanned the horizon, nothing more than grey specks against white as the snow battered down. He spotted a cave opening, a few hundred years away, downhill from where they were.

Shelter Zuko thought. He collected the Avatar and trudged on, moving much more slowly than before.

By the time they arrived, he lacked the strength to carry Aang properly, dragging the Avatar behind himself. With an exhausted grunt, Aang was tossed down, and the Avatar’s head bounced off the freezing wall, beginning to bleed. Zuko sank against the wall, his ass hitting the ground as every sore muscle made itself known. He cupped his hands, breathing a bit of fire into them, trying to warm his frozen body. He looked to Aang, the Avatar wasn’t moving an inch.

“I finally have you,” Zuko sneered, “But I can’t get you home because of this blizzard. There’s always something.” Zuko stood, turning and walking to the entrance of the cavern, staring out at the blizzard. “Not that you would understand. You’re like my sister.” His hands clenched into fists as he recalled her face. “Everything always came easily to her. She’s a Firebending prodigy, and everyone adores her, worships her dick and her balls. She’s Futanari, blessed with the gifts of the royal clan. My mother says she was born lucky. She says I was lucky to be born. I don’t need luck, though. I don’t want it. I’ve always had to struggle and fight, and that’s made me strong. It’s made me who I am.”

He looked over to Aang. The Avatar took in a deep breath, but did not wake.

“Guess we’ll be here a while,” Zuko thought aloud, staring out at the storm.

Appa’s paws slammed into the snow, finding frigid ground below them. Sokka slid down, rushing over to inspect what they saw. They had been following a divot in the snow, trailing east from the tribe. It ended here, at a massive gorge in the ground. Sokka examined the edge of the cliffside. From the looks of the snow, this collapse was fresh. He grimaced for a moment, staring at what seemed like miles and miles of shattered snow and jagged ice pieces. No sign of a continuing trail. He leaned over, trying to see as far down into the chasm as he could. It turned to blackness, no sign of life or death, at the bottom.

Yue and Katara were huddled together, observing from Appa's saddle as the sleet and wind battered them. Sokka turned back to them, walking with a defeated look upon his face. Katara’s heart sank.

Aang, where are you? If he can’t bend a heat shield for him and Zuko they’ll freeze out here!

Sokka remounted Appa, snapping the reins. The Sky Bison rose into the air, effortlessly defeating the snowstorm around it. Yue sensed Katara’s concerns, turning to her friend, she placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” Yue tried to reassure Katara, having to raise her voice to be heard over the whipping winter winds. “Prince Zuko can’t be getting too far in this weather.”

“I’m not worried they’ll get away in the blizzard,” Katara replied, her head sulking. “I’m worried that they won’t.”

“They’re not gonna die in this blizzard!” Sokka’s voice shouted to them. Katara and Yue turned towards the Warrior, his head turned back to them, eyes full of confidence. “If we know anything, it’s that Zuko never gives up. They’ll survive. And we’ll find them.”

The Fire Nation were advancing under the bright sun of the day. Reports were coming in pure success. Zhao’s strategies and operations were being executed effortlessly. Tank troops breaking down barriers to create pathways of snow and ice for his troops. Infantrymen on Rhino-Back were bombarding the areas with projectiles, allowing for Non-benders and Benders alike to advance. All the while, a mere portion of their invasion force bombarded the upper yards of the Water Tribe, leaving the civilians nowhere to go.

Even as the bender army washed away the heavy tanks and drowned the more careless men, plenty more were advancing to replace the dead and injured. The troops were approaching the Royal Palace, the centre of the city. Water Tribe civilians were being evacuated mere yards from the battlefield, just before the advancing troops arrived.

Zhao basked in the second-hand glory. The entire morning had been nothing but good news. Still, there was one voice in his ear, insisting that all the success was not to be revelled in.

“I don’t need to remind you we have a time limit,” Iroh hissed, hooded against the cold behind the Admiral as he gazed upon the falling city. “If we don’t defeat the Water Tribe before the full moon rises, they will be undefeatable.”

Zhao smirked, something sinister in the curls of his cheeks, “I assure you I have everything under control,” Zhao replied to Iroh with brazen confidence. He turned away from the General, turning his attention again to the slaughter. “I intend to remove the moon as a factor.”

“Remove the moon? How?” Iroh gasped in horror.

Before the Admiral could reply, the door to the helm opened. Both men turned to find a man in a rather out-of-date military uniform dashing out onto the balcony, a spear in hand. Behind them, they spotted about seven or eight other men in equally out-of-date armour, fighting (and losing) to benders and other soldiers on the helm.

“Admiral Choi!” The man shouted, ripping the helmet from his head. He swayed his head, letting his short, dark brown hair flutter in the breeze like some sort of storybook hero. “Prepare to meet your fate!” 

The Water Tribe warrior charged at Iroh and Zhao both, levying his spear at them.

I’ll be the hero who ended this battle! Hahn thought to himself.

Zhao lifted his arm guards and deflected the head of the spear off into the air. His hand then grabbed Hahn by the loose chest of his armour. pulling the Water Tribe warrior forward. He screamed as Zhao threw him without so much as glancing at the man over the balcony. His scream faded for a second before dying entirely alongside the Warrior as he splattered onto the ship deck below.

Iroh leaned over to examine the corpse, shaking his head at the pathetic attempt at assassination. Behind them, the survivors of Hahn’s men were on their knees, surrendering.

“As I was saying,” Zhao continued, his fingers curling around the golden railing. “Years ago, I stumbled upon a great and powerful secret. The identity of the moon spirit’s mortal form.”

“What?!” Iroh was shocked, his mouth hanging open in surprise at Zhao’s words. The sinister curls to his face were back as Zhao recounted his tale.

“I was a young lieutenant serving under General Xu in the Earth Kingdom. I discovered a hidden library, underground in fact. I tore through scroll after scroll. One of them contained a detailed illustration and the words ‘moon’ and ‘ocean’. I knew then that these spirits could be found. And killed. And that it was my destiny to do so.”

“Zhao,” Iroh barked. “The Spirits are not to be trifled with!”

“Yes, yes, I know you fear the spirits, Iroh,” Zhao scoffed, brushing the man off. “I have heard rumours about your journey into the spirit world. But the ocean and the moon gave up their immortality to become a part of our world. And now they will face the consequences.”

Aang wasn’t entirely sure how he knew the path to Koh’s. Avatar Roku hadn’t offered such detailed instructions. But as Aang leapt from floating stone pillar to floating stone pillar, something in his mind was sure that he was going in the right direction. A strange feeling of familiarity of the area told Aang this was correct. A cavern in a floating island, covered by the roots of a dead tree, which resembled the twirling, twisting branches in an eerie mirror. Aang paused for a moment as a massive Fox Spirit wandered by, Its paws not visible from the heavy fog that lay below them. Aang wasn’t even sure there was ground below the pillars.

The Avatar hesitated for a moment, swallowing his concerns before leaping again, one pillar closer. The size of the tree was growing rapidly as he approached, dwarfing Aang to the point that the sun, or whatever gave off light in the Spirit World, was obscured behind the tree’s branches. Aang was in its massive shadow as he sprinted up the roots to the entrance he had seen. All the while, his heart thudded in his chest like a war drum. He reached the apex of the bend in a vine, looking down at the black hole that called him. His body froze for a moment, the fear building inside him again. Each step closer was a heavy decision in Aang’s mind, his body beginning to shake.

The Face Stealer. If I fail, I won’t go back, the world will fall Aang thought, clenching his fists. 

The chattering of a monkey made Aang jump, recoiling back. He turned his head every which way, trying to determine where it came from. He spotted the source of the nose, sitting on the root, facing away from the Avatar.

He breathed a sigh of relief at something so familiar. “You’re just a curly-tailed bluenose.”

As if It had heard Its name, the Faceless Curly-Tailed Bluenose turned to the Avatar, shrieking Its cry from nowhere on Its form. Aang jumped at the horrifying sight.

He calmed his breathing, centring himself.

“Show no fear,” Roku’s voice flowed from his lips. “Show no emotion at all.”

The Avatar walked forward, calm, sure steps into the dark entrance.

The tree turned into a long staircase, the light of the outside shining down inside some, but every step brought the Avatar further into the darkness, barely able to see the step ahead of him. Dozens of little noises chittered and clattered in the branches and roots above his head. The further down he went, the more uneven the steps became; some were long, some were short, and many did not have the same distance in drop between them.

“Hello,” The Avatar called as the darkness surrounded him. “I’m looking for a Spirit named Koh!” 

The steps finally ended, and the Avatar began walking through a large opening under the tree. Up above was a twisting canopy of vines. For a moment, he thought he saw a pair of eyes leering at him in the dark, but they were gone a second later. An uneasy groaning noise filled the area as the Avatar looked around for its source.

A pale face with massive black discs around the eyes and ruby red lips was in front of him. The centipede-like creature, which bore the eye at its head like the pupil of an eye, rushed past him with such speed that his form lurched.

“Welcome!” The deep voice boomed from inside the Creature, a rancid smell on His wet breath.

“Thank you,” The Avatar bowed to the Spirit.

The many spindly legs clicked and clacked as the Spirit studied Its new companion.

“My old friend, The Avatar,” Koh sneered, retreating up to the ceiling and swaying around, studying him from all directions. “It’s been a long time.”

“You know me?” The Avatar asked, picking his head up slightly.

“How could I forget you!” Koh leered, moving away to no longer face the Avatar. “One of your previous incarnations tried to slay me!”

Koh whipped around, lunging at the Avatar. His many pointed bug legs were inches from the Avatar’s face. His face changed, now an Earth Kingdom man with bushy eyebrows, thick cheekbones and a long goatee and moustache. “Maybe eight or nine hundred years ago.”

“I didn’t know that,” The Avatar replied in a neutral tone. “Why did he … or … I try to kill you?”

“Oh, it was something about stealing the face of someone you loved,” Koh replied. The skin around His face squished like a blinking eye. It opened again, revealing a Water Tribe woman’s face with long brown hair, billowing in a nonexistent breeze.

An image flashed through Aang’s mind.

He could see the woman on her back, completely nude. Breasts as big as Katara’s bouncing and swaying. She was moaning in pleasure. His cock was plunging deep into her soaking wet cunt as they mated on a sea of furs in a hut at a Water Tribe, Aang wasn’t sure which.

“Fuck me!” She moaned. “Fuck me!” 

Arousal was swelling in his chest, remembering the lust and love he had for the woman.

The skin squished again, replacing her face with that of a shrieking curly-tailed blue nose. The shriek turned to laughter as Koh revelled in His own prank.

“Of course,” He continued, circling the Avatar once again. “That’s all behind us. Why should I hold a grudge against you for something in a past life? After all, you’re a different person now.” The spindly legs massaged the Avatar’s shoulder, digging into him rather uncomfortably. Koh moved close enough that the Avatar could feel the moisture of his breath on his ear.

“You’ve come to me with a new face,” He mused. 

Aang exhaled, centring himself.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve added such a young face to my collection,” Koh mused, changing His face to that of an owl. He circled the Avatar yet again. “So … how may I help you?”

“I need to find The Ocean and The Moon,” The Avatar explained in his neutral tone.

“Their Spirit names are Tui and La,” Koh replied, sinking His low, mere inches from the Avatar’s face. “Push and Pull.” Koh continued to circle, crawling up and down the walls that surrounded the Avatar. “And that has been the nature of Their relationship for all time.”

“Please, help me find Them,” The Avatar continued. “An entire culture could be destroyed if I don’t get Their help.”

“Oh,” Koh’s form reached up like a hand towards the ceiling. “You think you need Their help? Actually, it's quite the other way around.”

Koh leapt down, a blue Oni with red eyes and white lips was now His form. “Someone is going to kill them!” He screamed in the Avatar’s face. Still, the man didn’t adjust a single muscle on his face. Aang swallowed.

“What do you mean?” The Avatar asked. “How can I find them and protect them?”

The eye-like skin blinked, changing back to Koh’s original face. “You’ve already met them, actually.” Koh pulled back, erecting His body to lord over the small form of the Avatar.

“Tui and La,” He repeated their names, turning away from the Avatar. “Your moon and ocean have always circled each other in an eternal dance. They balance each other. Push and Pull. Life and Death. Good and Evil. Yin and Yang.”

The Avatar’s face perked up at realisation, recalling the hypnotic pattern which had sent him to the Spirit World.

“The Koi Fish!” Aang exclaimed in realisation. Koh whipped around, a blue Oni flying down to the Avatar, finding only another neutral face.

“I must be going now,” The Avatar informed his host. The skin blinked, revealing a younger Fire Nation man, bald with bushy sideburns.

“We’ll meet again,” Koh replied. 

The Avatar turned and left the cavern. Koh slinked away. The Avatar walked calmly until he saw the light of the surface. Then, Aang broke into a sprint. He leapt over the roots of the massive tree, finding a small pool of water sitting in a basin of wood.

Aang glanced down, finding his reflection was, in fact, who he needed.

“The Spirits are in trouble!” Aang exclaimed to Roku. “I need to get back to the physical world!”

Roku nodded sagely. “A friend is here to guide you back.”

The water rippled as if something had landed in it. Roku’s form was replaced with a familiar one of black and white. Aang smiled at the friend. He turned around to find the Spirit behind him.

“Hei Bai!” Aang cheered, leaping up to hug the Panda Bear. The Black and White Spirit growled happily at Aang’s presence, lowering to all fours, beckoning Aang onto His back. Aang leapt up, holding on as Hei Bai sprinted through the twisting maze of golden trees. In mere seconds, they were back at the entrance Aang had come through.

Aang was amazed. The Spirit World was truly a mysterious place.

“This is where I came in,” Aang noted as he dismounted Hei Bai. He walked over to the massive wooden dial, looking around for a sign of how to get back. “But how do I get back?”

He turned, shrugging at his friend. Hei Bai went up on His hind legs, staring down at Aang. The Panda opened his mouth, washing Aang in a bright blue light. Aang winced as he was enveloped, disappearing completely.

“Good riddance,” commented the still meditating Baboon-Spirit. 

Hei Bai leapt at the Baboon-Man, now in His monster form. He let out a screech, engulfing the Spirit in a blue light now, tossing him from his meditation and into the water. Hei Bai returned to His Panda form.

The fighting had finally reached the city. House to house, the Waterbenders defended their home. Civilians ran as fire blasts came hurdling past them, melting the snow and ice upon which their lives were built. Nothing was stopping the advance of the Fire Nation. Their tanks seemed unstoppable. The only solace they had was in the moon. The full moon rose like a phantom from behind the Fire Navy, shining down upon the battlefield.

The breakout strategy was ready, as Chief Arnook had planned. They had held on long enough; their counterattack could begin. All across the city, the warriors of the Water Tribe and the waterbenders leapt into action, driving back dozens of Fire Nation soldiers, reversing much of the gains they had struggled to make throughout the day. Even the Fire Nation tanks suddenly seemed like nothing more than massive metal bugs, sinking into the snowy ground, halting their advance.

Dozens of waterbenders sprang into action, melting out from their city to drive the soldiers back. Master Pakku led the charge, reaching the edge of the large fields between the curtain wall and the city proper within an hour. He found himself surrounded by Firebenders, moving to back up the retreating troops. He sneered at them, watching as they moved to encircle him. He bent low, spreading his arms wide. The men began to scream as they sank into the ground, the ice racing up their bodies, freezing their bodies in place. He rose, flaring his arms out to finish the move.

A blast of fire ripped past his head, scorching his scalp. The old master turned angrily, ignoring the fresh wound. Dozens of firebenders were approaching from behind, along with two tanks. He spun his arms wildly, whipping up a slurry of snow, slush and water. He sent it forward, like a knife of water; it cut through the tanks effortlessly. The treads fell off, halting the tank as it listed to the ground, impacting into the snow, stuck. He repeated the attack, disabling a few more tanks.

Several dozen spearmen approached from behind. Pakku effortlessly raised a wall of ice from the ground, sealing their legs and lifting them off the ground. A cyclone of water surrounded Pakku, lifting him into the air. He brought the water up as a shield, blocking the many fireballs hurled at him. From high above, he created a massive wave of half-slurry snow, blowing all of the men away. 

More waterbenders arrived in the square, moving to assist Pakku. Several of them tossed an approaching tank into the air, sending it over the wall into the fields proper.

It slammed down into the snow, sending a spray up onto a firebender soldier. The man was atop a battle rhino, in formation with three other soldiers and Admiral Zhao. The Admiral got a small bit of snow on his cloak, dusting it off. The firebender warmed his body, melting the snow without raising a finger.

“Men!” Zhao declared, holding up a piece of parchment. “We’ll be following this map to a very special location.” He tucked the map into his cloak, shielding it from harm. “And when we get there, we’re going fishing!”

The white light was blinding. Once again, Aang felt himself stretching through space-time. Time seemed to slip by without meaning, and yet no time was passing at all. Nothing but whiteness, a high screech in his ears for what felt like years on end. Then he was back where he had started. It was night, the full moon high above the Northern Water Tribe. A familiar Lemur-Bat was resting in the Oasis, sleeping in the soaked grass.

“Momo!” Aang exclaimed. The Lemur-Bat did not react. “Momo?” moving to pet his friend. As Aang reached out, he realised his form was now blue and a bit see-through.

“Shit,” Aang frantically looked around the Oasis, finding Momo was its only occupant. There was a patch of burned grass that had not been there when he had left, but beyond that, it was abandoned.

Where’s my body? The monk thought as he looked around for a sign of what had happened. Aang lifted off the ground, taking the Avatar by surprise. His form turned to a blue streak, flying across the sky, up into the tundra’s wasteland.

Sokka, Yue, and Katara had been up in the tundra for hours, flying every which way, desperately trying to find Zuko and Aang’s trail. The storm was battering them hard. Appa’s speed and altitude were both failing. They knew they’d need to turn back soon.

Aang! Katara’s mind was frantic, her eyes trying to peer through the rough conditions for the sign of any path. Above their heads, a blue light streaked by, gaining the attention of all three.

“Look!” Katara exclaimed. “That’s gotta be Aang!”

Sokka pulled on the reins, banking the Sky Bison towards the source of the light. It plummeted down, disappearing into a collection of rocks that were barely poking out of the sea of white snow. 

Aang came to, a bit dizzy and absolutely frigid. His entire body began to shiver. He looked around, finding his entire body was restrained by rope, arms and legs tied together. He let out a breath, filling the air with warmth, trying to keep himself from instant freezing to death.

The breeze filled the room, battering the sleeping Prince nearby. Zuko leapt to his feet, watching Aang struggling in his restraints. Aang heard the noise, sitting up to see Zuko glaring at him.

“Welcome back,” Zuko hissed.

“Good to be back,” Aang replied. The Avatar inhaled deeply. Zuko leapt forward, trying to stop the man, but it was too late. Aang blew the air from his lungs, propelling him backwards. The jet-stream slammed Zuko into the wall behind him. The Avatar skipped across the ground, flying out into the snow. The already cold monk was now sinking into the heavy snow drifts, his entire body shaking. He squirmed, trying to surface, a near impossible task with his arms and legs tied. He pressed off the ground with an air blast from his hands, landing on the surface of the fresh snow. The cold was near unbearable, but the Avatar began to inch forward, trying to get away from the cave.

He felt a weight on his back, something grabbed the rope, pulling him up. “That won’t be enough to escape,” Zuko hissed. He turned Aang around, holding the monk by the collar of his gi. Aang’s eyes, however, never met the prince’s, focusing on the massive beast flying overhead.

“Appa!” Aang exclaimed in glee.

Shit, the little whore and her brother. Katara - that’s her name Zuko realised. He dropped Aang to the ground, turning to face the Sky Bison as it landed a few feet away. The Waterbender bimbo was the first one off the saddle, taking a ready stance against the Prince. At least I’ll have another prize to bring back home. His cock stirred, fondly remembering her body. 

“Here for round two?” Zuko asked, taking his own stance.

“Trust me, Zuko, it won’t take nearly as long,” Katara replied.

The fire prince launched a heat blast. Katara, in turn, effortlessly raised a shield of water, dissipating the flames. Her hands twisted in the air, forming ice around Zuko’s feet. She pulled her arms back. Zuko went sliding across the tundra to the Sky Bison. Katara dropped to her knees, halting Zuko as he reached her.

“What the hell?” Zuko protested. Katara grabbed his breeches, yanking them down to expose his hardening cock. His hands tried to fight her off, but he was subdued as ice leapt from the banks nearby, freezing entirely around his hands. Katara swallowed Zuko’s cock to the base, sucking hard on the member. Her head bobbed along the shaft quickly, gagging and moaning as she fucked her own face on his member.

Yue watched enviously from the saddle of the Sky Bison, feeling her cunt beginning to weep. Even if he is Fire Nation, I understand why Katara let him violate her! I’d be helpless to stop such a fat cock from raping me as well.

Oh fuck, why does Zuko have to taste so fucking gooooood? Katara wondered, moaning around his cock.

Aang was more confused than anything, watching as Katara throated Zuko with her typically sloppy blowjob. Spittle and pre-cum flowed freely from her lips, coating Zuko’s nuts. Sokka paid the display little mind, rushing over to Aang. With a swipe from his freshly sharpened boomerang, Aang’s restraints were gone.

“Hey!” Sokka exclaimed, pulling the material up for an inspection. “This is some quality rope!”

Aang rubbed his wrists, feeling where the rope had been digging into his skin.

“We need to get the Oasis,” Aang declared. “The Spirits are in trouble. What is she doing?”

“Taking care of Zuko … in her own, Katara way,” Sokka replied flatly. 

“Katara, we don’t have time!” Aang exclaimed, rushing past her and leaping onto Appa. 

Katara pulled herself off Zuko’s cock, leaving the spit-soaked member exposed to the frigid winds.

“Fine, but we’re fucking on the way back, I’ve spent all day looking for you and haven’t swallowed a DROP of cum!” Katara protested.

“Sure, just hurry up!” Aang replied.

Sokka was scrambling up Appa’s tail, helped onboard by Yue. Katara turned back to Zuko, who could do little more than sneer at her.

“Well, Zuko, hate to cum and run, but you heard Aang,” Katara snickered. She swallowed him to the base again, feeling his cock head snake all the way down to her throat. Her hand flicked through the air, forcing his orgasm as cum rushed up his cock.

“SHIT!” Zuko grunted, tossing his head back. Katara moaned as she felt his cum flow into her. 

It’s not boiling! Katara realised as the testicle batter filled her stomach It must be a trick firebenders have. Fuck, it's tasty amazing! No wonder the Royals are so revered! Damn you, Zuko, damn you and your fucking amazing cock!

Katara’s eyes were shut, her mind swimming in bliss as she swallowed Zuko’s cum. It wasn’t nearly as much that he had burned her guts with that morning, not even close, but enough that Katara was feeling satisfied, at least for the moment.

Zuko had gotten little actual rest during the day. The cold temperatures had left him unable to rest. The frostbite from his swim was still affecting his body. As the last of his cum escaped his aching balls, the fire prince collapsed into the snow, unconscious. Katara leapt to her feet, wiping her mouth. 

“Round two,” Katara snickered to herself, turning to mount Appa.

Aang had watched the whole thing, staring at Zuko’s passed-out body.

“Wait,” the monk spoke. “We can’t just leave him here.”

“Sure we can,” Sokka replied flatly. “Let’s go.”

“No,” Aang replied, letting the reins go. “If we leave him, he’ll die.”

He leapt from Appa’s head, back into the snowdrift.

“Yeah, that’s the idea!” Sokka shouted.

Aang ignored the warrior, pulling Zuko’s pants up to give him some modesty. The monk lifted the fire prince onto his back, turning and leaping into the air again. He landed between Katara, Sokka, and Yue, placing the unconscious Zuko into the saddle.

“Yeah, this makes a lot of sense,” Sokka complained. “Let’s bring the guy who’s constantly trying to kill us!”

Appa leapt into the air, making for the Northern Water Tribe. Sokka took the rope he had gotten from Aang and began to tie up the fire prince. Aang moved to remount Appa’s head, but was stopped as Katara grabbed him.

“Hey, you promised,” Katara said.

“Katara, is now really the time?” Aang asked. “The Spirits-”

“Aapa can’t fly any faster. We’ve been looking for you for hours. He’s exhausted. Let me take your mind off that,” Katara moaned, reaching up to remove her parka. “C’mon, Aang, I’m sure those nuts of yours are full after a whole day in the Spirit World.”

She leaned forward, planting her lips on Aang’s before the monk could protest. Aang returned the kiss, his hand coming up to caress Katara’s waist.

“Mmm, those two have the right idea,” Yue licked her lips, turning to Sokka.

The warrior had barely finished tying up the prince when Yue leapt onto him, pushing Sokka down onto the saddle. Their lips collided as Yue’s tongue darted into Sokka’s mouth. Her legs straddled his crotch, grinding down onto his crotch. His cock bucked in his breeches, hardening quickly. They broke their kiss for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes. Yue shuddered, her whole body shaking in anticipation.

“I want it in my ass,” she breathed in a whisper.

Sokka’s hard cock battered against his breeches, begging to escape. Her hands went down to her breeches, ripping a hole for Sokka to enter through. Sokka, meanwhile, slid his own breeches down, fishing his cock out. His member was a pipe of warmth against her lower body. Her pussy was salivating, drooling all over it in anticipation.

Yue’s heart was a wild war drum, beating in her head as she felt Sokka’s hand caressing her butt. His brother's hand was guiding his cock head to her back door. Yue lifted herself slightly, giving Sokka the room to manoeuvre.

I’m gonna get fucked in the ass! Yue thought I’m gonna have anal sex! This massive cock is gonna go in my butt!

She felt his massive head pressing against her virgin back door. Her hands went to Sokka’s chest, steadying herself against the warrior as he rubbed his cock head around her asshole, slathering it with pre-cum. 

“Just relax,”  Sokka said, reaching up to caress her face. For a moment, her world disappeared, and her eyes could only see Sokka. He pulled down on her, spearing her body onto his cock. Yue let out a piercing shriek as Sokka’s cock plunged deep into her asshole. He offered her now respite, slamming her massive ass down onto his lap as he hilted himself inside her.

“Oh fuck!” Yue exclaimed. “It’s stretching meeeee~!” 

“Heh, I remember my first time doing anal,” Katara chuckled to herself, looking over her shoulder at Yue and Sokka. Her memories were interrupted by her own penetration. For once, Katara was thankful that Aang didn’t share her proclivity for anal, as her guts were still a burned mess from Zuko’s finish. Instead, the Avatar buried his cock deep into Katara’s soaking wet cunt. With ease, the Avatar cored his cock head into her womb, thrusting hard into her from behind. Katara was on all fours, her breeches pulled down to expose her perfect behind and sopping wet cunt to Aang. The Avatar’s hands grabbed hard into her flesh, sinking into her sepia skin. He put his entire weight into every thrust, slamming his pelvis into her ass, making the cheeks ripple and clap.

There was a pleasurable sting from the impact as Aang’s body repeatedly hit the red welts that Zuko had spanked hard into her ass. Katara panted and moaned wildly, her entire body surging forward with every impact. Her tits shook wildly under her parka, threatening to rip the stitching.

“Ohhh fuckkk, did the Spirits give you more wisdom on how to fuck?” Katara moaned. “You’re hitting all the right places! Uhmph, so deeepp!” 

Aang didn’t reply; instead, he only thrust harder. 

Something about him watching me suck off Zuko is really motivating him right now Katara thought It’s not like when he sees me with Sokka or other guys. Oohh, fuck, it's wrong but sooooo right. He’s really fucking using my cunt!

“Oh fuckkkk!” Katara moaned. “Right there! RIGHT THERE!”

She let out a piercing cry as her cunt contracted around Aang’s cock. Her spray of squirt splattered down onto the saddle. Still, Aang didn’t give her an inch, continuing to rut into her hard. Katara collapsed forward, arching her back to keep her ass in the air and give Aang the best angle for penetration. Aang took full advantage, plunging his cock to the hilt into Katara’s pussy. 

Yue, meanwhile, was still letting Sokka do most of the work. Their mouths were locked in an embrace, his tongue swirling through her mouth. His arms were wrapped around her back, pulling her in close to him. His hips pistoned into Yue’s behind, plunging his cock to the hilt inside her asshole. Yue was moaning loudly into his mouth, only encouraging him. He sheathed his cock inside her, holding it all the way inside for a moment.

Their kiss broke, Yue’s face contorted into one of pure pleasure. Sokka scoffed, his ego swelling. “Enjoying, Princess?” He asked.

“Yessss,” Yue moaned. “Oh fuck, my ass was made to get fucked like this! I understand why your sister is such a slut for anal now!”

“That’s funny,” Sokka bit his lip. He pulled out a bit and then slammed his cock all the way inside her again. The princess’s tongue leapt from her mouth, a silent scream on her face. Her orgasm ripped through her body like an explosion. Her eyes drifted off in two different directions, her mind going blank. “I could have sworn you were adamant that your ass wasn’t for fucking.”

“I was wrong,” Yue moaned. “So wrong! So so so wrong! I am so sorry I didn’t let you fuck my ass sooner! This is all I want from now on! I want you to mark my ass with your cum. It’s your own hole, my fiancé will never even be allowed to kiss it, let alone stick that pathetic little prick in here! My ass is made for fucking your cock!”

“Good girl,” Sokka said. “You want me to cum in your ass?”

“Yes pleaesssshhhh,” Yue gritted her teeth, slurring her words as she came again. Stars were in her eyes as her head felt like it was spinning.

“Happy to oblige, Princess,” Sokka growled. His hands grabbed his wide hips from on top of the parka. He picked his pace up considerably, pistoning his cock up into Yue’s guts without remorse. Yue let out a few loud moans, her tongue dripping drool down onto Sokka’s face. The Warrior didn’t mind at all, feeling his orgasm building rapidly.

“Take it!” Sokka grunted. He let loose, flooding Yue’s guts with his seed. Yue purred, vibrating on his form as she filled with his seed yet again. Her stomach swelled under her parka, pressing against the tight material of her tunic. Sokka finally relaxed, letting Yue collapse onto him, panting wildly.

“That was … amazing,” Yue gasped out. She lifted her head, looking deep into Sokka’s eyes. They embraced with another deep kiss, Yue’s hands clasping his face. A moment later, they broke their kiss. Sokka flexed his still-hard cock buried in her ass.

“Round two?” Sokka smirked.

“Yes, but this time in my pussy. That felt amazing, but my womb feels empty,” Yue bit her lower lip.

“FUCK ME! HARDER!” Katara’s shouts reached the couple's ears. They turned to enjoy the show, watching as Aang’s cock plunged into Katara’s pussy. The monk was pulling Katara’s braid hard, making the Waterbender bimbo arch her back. A bulge in Katara’s parka kept pistoning in and out, trying to compensate for Aang’s massive member slamming into the back of Katara’s womb.

Yue turned to Sokka, looking deep into his eyes. “Fuck me like that.” 

Sokka grinned, nodding. Yue lifted her shaking legs, using what little strength she had to give Sokka enough room to switch holes. His cock left Yue’s ass, making her backside feel suddenly empty. His cock head moved, kissing against Yue’s pussy.

“Mmmhm, I’ve missed that touch,” Yue moaned.

“I fucked you all night last night,” Sokka replied with a smile.

“Mmmhm, but that was last night,” Yue replied.

She thrust her body down, spearing her body yet again on Sokka’s cock. 

“Fuckkkkk!” Yue moaned as she felt his cock head plunge deep into her womb. 

Katara was a puddle. putty in Aang’s hands. Her tongue hung lazily from her mouth, the Waterbender bimbo unable to do anything other than pant and moan as Aang continued to liquify her insides with his relentless thrusts.

Ohhh fuck, he’s so aggressive Katara thought. Despite the bitter, subzero temperatures, Katara’s body was flush with heat. Her nerves were alive with pleasure. 

Her arms felt weak. Then weaker still.

Above them, the night sky turned red. Katara’s pleasure faded instantly as her body felt sluggish. Her cunt seized up, shunting Aang out. Not that it would have needed to force it. Aang was feeling equally weak, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.

Yue was not so lucky. The princess screamed in pain as she tore herself from Sokka, clasping her hands over her cunt. She collapsed against the side of the saddle, shuddering in pain.

“Yue!” Sokka exclaimed, tucking his hard cock away. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“N-no,” Yue grunted, wincing in pain. “Ahhh! My pussy is so dry. I feel faint.” Her hand went to her head. 

“I feel it too,” Aang grunted, rubbing his head. Katara pulled her breeches up, glancing between the two. Sokka looked at Katara, concern and confusion clear on his face. Sokka moved over to Yue to check on her. The white-haired princess shunted into Sokka, cuddling against his chest. 

“I feel weak but not ... not that badly,” Katara replied. “But, I’m dry too. And Aang’s completely soft.”

Aang was staring up at the blood-red moon above them. “The Moon Spirit is in trouble.” 

“I owe The Moon Spirit my life,” Yue reflected.

“What do you mean?” Sokka asked as he stroked her hair.

Yue looked up at the moon, a strange melancholy on her face, “When I was born, I was very sick and very weak. Most babies cry when they’re born, but I was born as if I was asleep. My eyes closed. Our healers did everything they could. They told my mother and father I was going to die. My father pleaded with the Spirits to save me. That night, beneath the full moon, he brought me to the Oasis and placed me in the Pond. My dark hair turned white, I opened my eyes, and I began to cry. And they knew I would live. That’s why my mother named me Yue … for the moon.”

At the Spirit Oasis, a group of firebenders stared out at the red sky of the night. Their mission had been easy and successful. In the front, their commander revelled in this more than any. Out in the city, the powerless waterbenders were retreating. The Fire Nation saw no real resistance as only nonbenders remained to defend their homeland.

“I am a Legend now!” Zhao exclaimed, looking to the sky. He hoisted a brown bag containing a white fish that he had seized from the pond high into the air. “The Fire Nation will for generations tell stories about the Great Zhao, who darkened the moon! They will call me Zhao the Conqueror! Zhao the Moonslayer! Zhao the Invincible!” 

A strange creature leapt from the bamboo behind them, landing on Zhao’s face. The creature shrieked and hawked, scratching up the Admiral's face. The men behind him were slow to react, unsure of what was happening. Zhao flailed, trying to rip the creature from his skin. 

“Get it off!” He exclaimed angrily. “Get it off!”

Finally, his men leapt to action, ripping the strange Lemur-Bat from his face and throwing it to the ground. They tossed a fireball at it, but it flew away. Across the pond, Momo flew a short distance to land on the outstretched arm of her master. Aang glared at Zhao from across the pond, gripping his staff as tightly as his weakened arms would allow. Katara, Sokka, and Yue stood behind the Avatar, with Appa behind them. Sokka brandished his club whilst Katara and Yue both tried to look as intimidating as possible. (Yue was silently hoping none of the enemy could see the massive hole torn in the crotch of her breeches). 

Zhao’s men took fighting stances, ready for a brawl. Zhao, however, raised the bag in his hand, aligning his fist with it. “Don’t bother,” He sneered. 

Aang watched the bag shaking. He glanced down to the Pond, finding the black Koi Fish was swimming frantically, searching for Its companion. 

The Moon Spirit! He realised in a panic. 

“Zhao!” Aang exclaimed, dropping his staff and raising his hands in surrender. “Don’t.”

Sokka lowered his club as well.

“It’s my destiny to destroy the moon,” Zhao replied with a sneer. “And the Water Tribe.”

“Destroying the Moon won’t hurt just the Water Tribe,” Aang replied softly. “It will hurt everyone, including you. Without the Moon, everything would fall out of balance. You have no idea what kind of chaos that would unleash on the world.” 

“He’s right, Zhao,” a gravelly voice rasped out. 

All eyes turned to a hooded figure standing on one of the nearby bridges, arms tucked into the sleeves of the long cloak bearing the symbols of the Fire Nation.

“General Iroh,” Zhao shook his head. “Why am I not surprised to discover your treachery?”

“I’m no traitor, Zhao,” Iroh replied, lowering the hood. “The Fire Nation needs the moon, too. We all depend on the balance.”

The old general spread his arms, pleading on his face. Zhao remained unmoved, glaring at the man silently. 

Anger swelled in the man’s chest, leaping out with his next rageful declaration. “Whatever you do to that Spirit, I’ll unleash on you! Tenfold! Let it go! Now!” Iroh took a ready stance, anger clear on his face. 

For a moment, Zhao stayed still. Then his face softened. He bent down, opened the bag, and let the white Koi Fish return to the pond. The red sky turned blue. For a moment, everything was calm.

Zhao let out a roar of anger, raising his hand. A sweeping strike of flames splashed down into the pond, creating a massive plume of smoke. The flames licked up into the air, for a moment, blinding all present. Iroh recoiled in horror at the sight before him. Sokka, Yue, Katara, and Aang were stunned into silence.

The flames died, leaving in the cold dark of night, like a new moon. They looked to the sky, finding it was gone completely - the Moon was gone from the night sky.

The colour returned as Iroh’s fireballs whizzed at Zhao and his men, lighting the area around them slightly. Zhao dodged out of the way as the other four of Zhao’s soldiers took the hits. Zhao leapt backwards, disappearing into the nearby thicket of bamboo. Iroh drew in close, firing massive blasts of flame at close range, scorching the men, engulfing them in flames. They put themselves out quickly, only to be beaten physically by Iroh as he laid hard into them. The four injured men fell unconscious. The General centred himself, then looked into the Pond.

The dead white Koi Fish was sitting in the centre, floating on the surface. The black Koi Fish circled it frantically, trying to discern what had occurred. The quartet approached the old general, all staring in horror at what they saw. All were staring at the dead Fish, except for Aang, feeling his gaze pulled to the black Koi Fish.

Iroh leaned down, plucking the dead fish from the water. 

“There’s no hope now,” Yue began to tear up. “It’s over.”

Aang felt the lure of the black Koi Fish in his mind. Suddenly, his tattoos and eyes glowed. All jumped back in fear as Aang began to glow. Katara’s eyes went to his crotch.

He’s hard again! She realised How?!

“No,” Aang's voice boomed, as if a thousand people spoke at once. “It’s not over!”

He stepped forward into the pond. Katara reached forward, trying to stop Him; she halted her advance as Iroh put his hand out, discouraging the bimbo. 

Aang stepped into the exact middle of the pond, clasping His hands together. The black Koi Fish began to circle Aang slowly. His tattoos glowed brighter. The Koi Fish stopped, turning to face Aang. The eyes of the Koi Fish began to glow, as did the white spot upon Its head. Aang’s body sank suddenly, disappearing under the water. The entire pool began to glow as bright blue, a deeper shade than the near white His tattoos had been. It spread to all the water in the Oasis. 

Soon, the deep blue light was encasing all of the ice cap, spreading out over the city. The Water Tribe was down to their last, defending the last layer of structure. Civilians had been evacuated into the Great Hall. There was nowhere left to go. The confusion of benders losing their power had left them in complete disarray. Pockets of resistance existed across the city, but many knew it was over.

From the Oasis, a pillar of glowing blue water rose. For a moment, the battle stopped. The spout took shape, with the head of a Koi Fish and massive clawed hands attached to long, thick arms of water. A massive ball in its chest housed the Avatar, glowing white as he puppeted the beast. Upon its head, in the strange glowing white dot, was the black Koi Fish, glowing white. The strange monstrosity surged forward, moving through the Great Hall. Or rather, the Great Hall moved through it as its liquid form bent around the structure, leaving it entirely unharmed. 

The Beast reached the battlefield, and all paused, staring at the thing. Its head peered down at the combatants. The Water Tribesmen bowed low, bringing their heads to the ground, resting on their knees. The firebenders launched a few attacks, but nothing hit the Beast. With a sweeping strike, a massive wave washed the firebenders away, the water pulling them down like chains around their body. 

It continued on, swiping more firebenders away, pushing them into the water. The Water Tribe warriors continued to bow in reverence of the Beast as it made its way towards the curtain wall of the city. Even the tanks of the Fire Nation were nothing to the Beast, pushing them with as much ease as the soldiers into the water.

It only took moments for the order for a full retreat to spread. Soldiers and tanks ran, making for their landing craft. The Beast reached the ice fields, turning back into pure water, it sank into the long canal, racing towards the curtain wall.

The ships were loaded as quickly as they could. A few of the stragglers were left behind in the confusion as the ships began to retreat out of the bay. It was too little too late. The massive water jet appeared again, retaking its shape, even larger now, having more access to even more water. It filled the entire bay, causing two ships to capsize as it rose. The massive clawed hands reached down, seizing four ships, two in each hand. With a massive thrust, all four were sent flying backwards across the water, slamming into other waiting ships in the armada holding position further back. The explosions leapt high into the night.

One ship nearby fired a catapult at the enemy. The Avatar lifted his arm, moving the creature’s hand to block the attack. Its other hand rose quickly and slashed down, cutting through the whole tower of the ship, causing it to slide forward and crash down onto the deck, creating another explosion. The Avatar turned to the last of the ships, trying to flee. Both arms rose, pulling a massive wave of water the width of the bay together. His arms slammed down, creating a wave as tall as the ice caps, completely enveloping the ships, sinking them below the icy surface.

The Beast moved out of the bay, staring down the last of the armada. The ships turned, retreating south. The light of victory glowed in the sky, bringing the Beast’s attention up. It sank back into the water, retreating to the now destroyed curtain wall. A small pillar of water arched up, placing Aang upon the wall. His glow disappeared, dropping the Avatar to one knee.

I’ve done it! Zhao cheered to himself as he raced through the streets of the Northern Water Tribe It’s over, I just need to return to my ship and await their surrender!

A fireball arched past him, exploding the snow decoration in front of him. Zhao stopped, turning in fear of Iroh. He found, however, that it was not the uncle but the nephew.

“You’re alive?” Zhao gasped as he gazed up at the injured Zuko.

“You tried to have me killed!” Zuko exclaimed in rage, pointing down at Zhao. He launched two more fire blasts at the Admiral.

Zhao dodged them with ease, leaping out of the way, rolling back onto all fours and rising to his feet.

He smirked at Zuko. “Yes, I did,” He confessed. “You’re the Blue Spirit. An enemy of the Fire Nation. You freed the Avatar.”

“I had no choice!” Zuko growled as he approached, preparing to launch another attack. He kicked up, throwing several jets of fire at the Admiral. Zhao clasped his fingers together, cutting the attacks in half as he stood his ground.

He recentered his stance, realising his foot was overextended. The Admiral’s hands went to the clasps of his cloak, tossing it aside.

“You should have chosen to accept your failure, your disgrace,” He said arrogantly. “Then at least you could have lived.”

He threw a punch, moving to close the distance. Zuko dodged the attack, his body running purely off adrenaline and a desire for revenge. He threw a sweeping strike of fire. Zhao ducked under the blast, using the momentum to send his own sweeping strike back, this one fired from his feet. Zuko leapt over the flames. He sprinted past Zhao as the Admiral rose, turning to face Zuko. He threw another punch, which Zuko blocked, sending the blast of fire high into the air. A few more expertly redirected blasts were exchanged. Zuko flipped over Zhao, using the Admiral’s shoulders to vault his body up and over. Zuko kept himself close, redirecting all of Zhao’s attacks. The prince went low, punching up into Zhao’s ribs. The blast of fire licked up his form, searing his face.

Zhao hollered in pain; his footing was once again his failure, falling to the bridge below. Zuko jumped down after him.

Iroh placed the dead fish in his hands back into the Pond. 

“It’s too late, It’s dead,” Katara breathed in disbelief. Sokka had finished securing the four Fire Nation soldiers to the post nearby. He returned to the group, crouching down to comfort Yue. 

Silence fell across the four; a sense of loss hung heavy on the moment. Iroh glanced across all the Water Tribesmen with him. His heart was heavy with sympathy for their loss. He knew the Moon was important in their culture. It was dark, and nothing had colour. Except for the white-haired woman’s eyes. They were still bright blue, shining like full moons in the night.

“You have been touched by the Moon Spirit,” Iroh realised, pointing at Yue. “Some of Its life is in you.”

Yue looked to the old general. “Yes, you’re right. It gave me life.” Yue paused, choking back the emotion in her chest. “Maybe I can give it back.”

She stood, moving over to Iroh.

“No!” Sokka exclaimed, grabbing Yue’s hand. “You don’t have to do that!” 

“It’s my duty, Sokka,” Yue replied quietly, without turning towards the man.

“I won’t let you!” The warrior exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion. “Your father told me to protect you!” 

“I have to do this,” her voice was even quieter, she pulled her hand from his.

Iroh pulled the fish from the water, presenting it to Yue. Tears streamed down Sokka’s face as he watched. Yue pulled her gloves off, tucking them up her sleeve. She placed both her hands on the body of the dead fish. The corpse glowed white, nearly blinding Sokka and Katara. Yue’s eyes glowed as well, her head rolling backwards slowly. The glow stopped. A gasp escaped Yue’s form as she tumbled backwards.

“No!” Sokka exclaimed. He lunged forward, catching her in his arms. He pressed his head to her chest, trying to hold back his tears long enough to hear her heartbeat. There was nothing. He reached, caressing her still face.

“She’s gone,” He managed to eke out. He held her closer, tears staining her parka. “She’s gone.”

He held her tight, eyes closed. The grip he had on her began to slip. He opened his eyes, finding her body fading away from him. Her parka fell slack, nothing inside it. Katara and Iroh were shocked. The fish in Iroh’s hands glowed; he felt It jerk to life. He placed the Koi Fish back into the pond. It began to swim in circles as It had before.

The entire pool glowed white. From the water, an ethereal form rose. Yue stood tall, Her arms and legs covered with lace and silk, white strands reaching out every which way. Her hair was strands of white, flowing like they were underwater. Her legs were bound together by a charm bearing the symbol of the Moon. Her body itself was completely itself, aside from a tight sash around Her impossibly thinner (and thinner than it had been in life) waist. Her hips, thighs and ass remained unchanged, perfectly sculpted like that of a Spirit should be. Her chest, however, had grown significantly. Her breasts now dwarfed Katara’s in terms of size, hanging off Her body with a single drop in perkiness, bouncing and swaying with Her breath. 

Tears filled Yue’s eyes as She gazed down at the three staring at Her. 

“Good-bye, Sokka,” She said, floating down to the warrior. “I will always be with you. I love you.”

She leaned in, kissing the warrior one last time, caressing his face. Sokka’s hand came up, feeling nothing as he cupped Her face. He opened his eyes, and She was gone. 

The Full Moon shone brightly in the sky, restoring light and life to the Northern Water Tribe. 

On a bridge in the Northern Water Tribe, two souls had completely forgotten the battle raging around them. They exchanged blast after blast of flame, scorching and burning each other, but always failing to kill. Zhao threw a large blast out, followed by a sweep of Zuko’s legs. The fire prince dodged both with ease, summoning the last of his already completely tapped strength and hurdling everything he had in the form of fire into the Admiral’s face. Zhao screamed as the force of the blast knocked him off his feet, his poor footing his downfall again. Zuko moved in, ready to kill.

Zhao looked up at Zuko, but something else in the sky caught his attention. “It can’t be!” He exclaimed in pure disbelief, the full moon taunting him in the sky.

From either side of the men, massive tendrils of glowing blue water came up, closing in on them like a cage. Zuko reacted quickly, throwing himself out of harm's way. Zhao, still in shock from the moon’s sudden return, was left to be taken by the water, now resembling a fist clenching a doll as the Admiral was pulled over the bridge.

Zuko sprinted over the Admiral, leaping up onto the ledge of the walkway. “Take my hand!” He called, reaching for Zhao. 

For a moment, the panicked Admiral began to strain to reach as he was pulled backwards. Zuko watched the desperate man clawing at the air for safety. Then, a calmness washed over Zhao, and he pulled his hand back, sneering in disgust at the Prince. The next moment, Zhao and the water disappeared into the canal. Sinking under the water completely.

Zuko stared at where they had breached the surface, his heart heavy with emotion. 

The sun hung low in the early morning sky. Many were busy tending to the wounded, doing head counts of the survivors, or identifying the remains of the dead. The prisoners they had taken had been confined to the now overstuffed cells of the jail beneath the Great Hall. The city had been shattered, but stood. 

Pakku and his men had returned from a scouting mission to find any more trapped survivors, finding Katara (who had been healing the wounded all night) taking a break outside.

He asked her to talk in private. 

“I’ve decided to go to the South Pole,” Pakku said somberly, looking out at the ocean. “Some other benders and healers want to join me.” He turned to Katara, a surprising look of hope on his face. “It’s time we help rebuild our sister tribe.”

“What about Aang?” Katara asked. “He still needs to learn waterbending.”

Pakku smiled, “Well, then he better get used to calling you Master Katara.”

Katara’s heart skipped a beat, a smile forming on her face. “I have nothing left that I could teach you. It has been the greatest honour of my life to have taught the granddaughter of Kanna the sacred art of our people.”

Pakku smiled as he watched the Waterbender try to hold back the tears of joy in her eyes.

Katara, you shall forever be my star pupil. If you continue on this path, you may become a Waterbender of even greater power than Aang himself. A once-in-a-generation genius of the craft

Elsewhere, but nearby, Sokka looked on at the full moon, still hanging low in the early morning light.

“Princess,” he groaned, choking back the tears he thought he had finished crying.

Chief Arnook walked up beside him, having learned of Yue’s sacrifice some time ago. For a moment, the two were silent.

“When I pleaded for the help of the Spirits, they gave me a vision,” Arnook explained. “I saw a beautiful, brave young woman become the Moon Spirit.” He drew in a breath, trying to choke back his emotions, “I knew this day would come.” Two tears streamed down his face.

“You must be proud,” Sokka whispered.

 “So proud,” Arnook nodded. “And sad.” They were silent again for a moment before the Chief turned to Sokka.

“I know I forced that betrothal upon her,” Arnook admitted. “It shall remain a deep mark of shame that will haunt me ‘till I pass on. But, I want to thank you for making her happier than she had been in months in her final days, Sokka.”

Out in the burning, smouldering field of destroyed ships, an impromptu skiff made its way through the icy waters. An older man was rigging up the sail whilst a younger man sat, brooding.

“I’m surprised, Prince Zuko,” Iroh mused to himself. “Surprised that you are not, at this moment, trying to capture the Avatar.”

“I’m tired,” was all the reply Zuko gave, his voice hoarse.

Iroh moved over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Then you should rest. A man needs his rest.” 

Zuko moved, lying down on the improvised raft, staring up at the morning light. After a moment, his eyes fell shut. 

Aang stood, staring out at the sea.

Did I really do all this? He wondered, having been informed of how the battle had ended. He felt eyes on him. He turned to find Katara staring. He smiled at her, and she moved in. They embraced in a hug. Momo chittered, bringing their attention to the little Lemur-Bat. She stared at them from the snow, waiting to be invited in.

“You too, Momo,” Katara chuckled.

“Come here,” Aang added, putting his arm out. Momo leapt up, joining the embrace. She circled Aang’s neck, finding her usual perch on his shoulder, her tail wrapping around the colour. On his other shoulder, Aang felt a hand, turning to see Sokka. The warrior gave them both a warm smile. For a moment, all was right as they gazed out at the sea to the south. Appa floated up nearby, hovering as they stood silently. 

The door opened, letting out the gagging and retching sounds into the hallway. The Fire Nation royal guard entered. He moved along the wall, not wanting to get too close to the debauchery unfolding on the princess’s bed. He finally reached a point where the princess could see him out of the corner of her eye. He bowed to her.

She let out a sigh of annoyance. “Don’t you see I’m busy?” She grunted, thrusting her hips forward. “Unless you’re volunteering your throat next.”

The soldier gulped at the idea, “S-sorry, Princess,” He stuttered out in fear. “Y-your mother, Fire Lord Ozai … she’s requested your immediate presence.”

Princess Azula turned her head to look at the soldier, bowing his head low to not gaze upon her nude form. The princess was short and slender with sharp features and an evil look in her eyes - they were like daggers pointed at whoever her gaze fell upon. Unlike normal, her hair was down, more relaxed as she enjoyed the pleasure of the serving woman currently on her knees before her in worship. Tears streamed down the woman’s face as her lungs pleaded for air, coughing and gagging on the hard cock in her mouth. Her clothes had been ripped off her body and tossed on the floor, now sitting in a pathetic pile.

Azula was nude as well, lording over the serving wench despite her height. The disciplined Princess of the Fire Nation had her hands down by her sides, letting the servant on her knees do most of the work. Her breasts were perfectly round, with her hard pink nipples almost glowing upon the beautiful pale orbs. They weren’t impressively large, but she was absolutely bustier than the common woman. Though there was little, if anything, common about her. Her stomach was flat, bearing hints of abs, but nothing so prominent as to leave an outline. Her thin waist was complemented by a very curvy set of hips, and though she lacked especially thick thighs, her round, soft and bouncy butt more than made up for it. Of course, the princess drew pride from none of it - not her perky tits, her curvy hips, or her bouncy butt. Her pride was the thick cock currently lodged down the serving girl’s throat.

It was a girthy cylinder of flesh jutting out from the princess’s crotch, levied down to sheath itself inside the woman’s mouth. The cock head was bulbous, but the shaft proper was still thicker, making the cock head one of the more narrow parts of the entire thing. It reached its apex halfway up the cock before slimming back down as it reached the root, where it met the princess’s pelvis, where two massive, perfectly round balls hung in a tight sack of skin. There was about a foot of it at least waiting to plunge down the woman’s throat, but she was still choking on whatever she already had in her mouth.

The princess glanced at the guard, looking the man up and down. “Very well,” She said, turning back to the slut that was on her knees before Azula. “Can’t keep mother waiting…” Her hand went out, pointing at the guard who had entered the room. “You! Keep this peasant nice and wet for me until I return. Or you’ll be the one bending over.”

“Y-yes, Princess,” the guard stuttered. Azula grabbed her thick shaft, pulling it backwards out of the woman’s mouth. The guard gulped in terror as inch after unending inch was removed from the hole, soaked in saliva and pre-cum. It finally reached the very last, the cock head with the massive shaft bunched right up to it. It arched through the air, flexing upwards. It was so long that the cock head bounced off the princess’s collarbone, leaving a small dot of saliva on her skin.

The princess wiped it off, then wiped her fingers on the servant’s face. She turned away, making her way to the bed. A red silk robe was tossed on, covering her modesty somewhat. It was just short enough to leave half of her massive behind on display, and she didn’t bother to close it properly, leaving most of her chest and her entire erection on display. She donned a pair of high-heeled boots and left the room, leaving the guard and the servant staring at each other in terror.

Azula made her way to the throne room. As she approached, she heard the unmistakable grunts and shrieks of pleasure and pain. 

I see mother is having her own fun as well Azula thought. She threw open the doors to find the throne room almost empty. There were but two occupants, both upon the royal throne, surrounded by walls of fire. 

The Fire Lord held her victim in a full nelson, one of her arms around the busty woman’s throat. Even from across the throne room and with her vision obstructed by the flames, Azula could see the unmistakable bulge of her mother’s cock, coring it’s way up through the woman’s cunt. The massive tree-trunk of a member was as thick as the narrow-waisted woman, turning her entire torso into a distorted cock sleeve. About a foot and a half of the massive member of the Fire Lord remained outside; there simply wasn’t enough room in the slut’s very deep cunt for the behemoth cock that Ozai sported, as thick as her own thigh. The victim’s massive tits were bouncing wildly in the air, covered with burns, bite marks, bruises and cuts. Azula cock bucked, drooling a bit of pre-cum out onto the floor. 

“You called for me, mother,” Azula said as she approached, her erection swaying freely.

“Yes,” Ozai oozed, clapping her hand over the mouth of the woman she was using. “I’ve had reports from the Siege of the Northern Water Tribe. Admiral Zhao is dead, the forces scattered.”

“I told you to send someone competent,” Azula replied, checking her nails. “Who is that?”

A smile crossed Ozai’s face. “She used to sail with your brother. Zhao sent her to the capital for enhanced interrogation. It took a while and a few orgasms on my part, but I now have confirmation that your brother has been operating as the Blue Spirit to further his own goals. Iroh is a traitor, and your brother Zuko is a failure. I have a task for you.”

Ozai grunted, slamming her cock hard inside Eeko’s cunt. The firebender screamed helplessly against Ozai’s hand, covering her mouth and nose, as magma-like, boiling, burning cum erupted into her womb. Tears ran from her eyes as her stomach bloated to compensate for the sheer volume of cum being emptied inside her before finally passing out on Ozai’s cock.