Avatar XXX

A massive gale of wind nearly threw him off his feet. It was a cutting, razor-like wind, even colder than the air had been higher up the mountain. He winced, shielding his face from the air attack, trying to keep his footing stable.

“Get off me!” A familiar voice shrieked, “NO!”

“Katara!” Aang called, opening his eyes. The tent around them was thrown up by the wind, shattering and disintegrating into nothing. The field was now an empty plate of snow - save for two occupants. One towered over the other, imposing its will upon the other on the ground. Aang drew closer, shielding his eyes from the cutting wind that threatened to blow him off his feet. Through the deafening gales, he found a new set of noises. Flesh on flesh, the familiar symphony of something so primal. The other was weeping pleas of mercy.

“STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Shouted a familiar voice, the tone strained with fear and anguish. The forms began to take shape. Aang saw himself, nude, tattoos alive with light. He was upright, head tilted back as the power of the Avatar flowed through his form. Below him, bent down low into the ground was Katara. His foot, tattoo alight on it as well, rested on her head, pressing it into the stone. Her arms were pulled back to an almost unnatural angle, and his arms firmly grasped around her wrist. The front half of the Water Tribe girl was being pressed into the ground. So much so that her signature massive bust was being crushed flat, the fat tits poking out from either side of her slender body as the flesh looked for somewhere to go. Her legs were tucked up under her stomach, supporting her ass, which had been bent upwards to allow the Avatar to penetrate her asshole mercilessly. 

Tears were streaming down Katara’s face as the Avatar pistoned his entire cock in and out of her.

“STOP PLEASE, AANG!” Katara shouted. “IT HURTS! TAKE YOUR COCK OUT OF ME PLEASE!”

The Avatar did not reply, only tightening his grip upon her arms.

“AHHHH! MY ASS!” Katara shrieked, her entire body beginning to shake with the powerful thrusts slamming into her. “YOU’RE GOING TO SPLIT ME IN TWO FROM FUCKING MY ASS!”

The Avatar didn’t care, not even looking down at the girl he was raping. With a climactic thrust, the Avatar buried his member into Katara, causing the waterbender to scream in pure pain. A shockwave from the impact exploded outwards, knocking Aang off his feet.

Aang bounced across the immaculate tiles of the floor, skidding to a stop after falling ass over head. He picked his head up, feeling the heat of the air. The ground was hot to the touch; he recoiled, shaking his fingers in the air and inspecting for burns. His eyes turned to the massive door in front of him. Metal and dark, with five massive dragon heads. With a creak, they began to twist, rotating in place until they were aligned. The door slid open, filling the room with a white light.

“STOP! STOP! IT HURTS!” Katara’s voice filled the room again.

Aang’s eyes opened in horror. Once again, Katara was on all fours, tears streaming down her face. This time, the Avatar’s hand was upon Katara’s head, her braid was a mess, fingers buried in her hair. Once again, the Avatar’s body glowed with power, slamming its massive cock deep inside Katara’s vulnerable asshole. He reared his head back, letting out a jet of flame into the air.

“AHHH IT BURNS!” Katara screamed. “YOUR CUM BURNS!” 

The Avatar raised his hand, slamming it down with incredible force. Katara’s ass bowed to the hit, a massive bruise upon her cheek.

“AHHH!” She continued to scream and cry. “IT HURTS! GET OFF ME! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” 

Still, the Avatar did not comply. Aang slowly rose to his feet, frozen by the horror of the brutal display before him. Each impactful thrust of The Avatar into Katara’s body made the Water Tribe slut’s whole form shake and ripple. The tears that fell from Katara’s face sizzled and evaporated as they came into contact with the burning hot tiles upon the floor. Katara could do nothing to stop the assault. 

“NO! NOT INSIDE!” The waterbender shrieked. 

The Avatar ignored her, raising his glowing eyes - staring right into Aang’s. With another breath of fire, the entire temple began to shake. Aang looked down, watching as the floor beneath him split open, melting away. He fell into the darkness.

The heat was replaced with cold. Aang’s entire body froze in shock as the icy cold water surrounded him. He scrambled, pulling himself back up, breaching the surface with desperate gasps.

“NOT MY ASS! NOT MY ASS!” A familiar voice shouted. 

Aang was in the Pond at the centre of the Oasis. The night was pitch black, the colour drained from the world. Before him, mere inches away, was Princess Yue, her bright blue eyes filled with fear. Her form had been bent over the pond, her knees dug into the soaked grass right at the edge where the ground met the water. Her head was inches above the Pond, looking down at her own terrified reflection. Tears streamed from her face, dropping into the Pond, creating small ripples.

“NOT MY ASS!” She screamed in a desperate, pathetic wail, “NO! PLLLLEEASSSEEE!” Her words faltered as she wept loudly. Aang looked past the crying Princess to see the Avatar yet again. Both of Yue’s arms were in his hand. A cold look of indifference was upon his face as he brutally collided his pelvis into Yue, filling the air with the rhythmic clapping of flesh on flesh. Aang could see the bulge from the member jabbing out from under Yue’s skin, just below her ribcage. 

“IT HURTS!” She screamed. “PLEASE! STOP!” 

Still, the Avatar did not listen, continuing to use Yue’s backdoor for his own pleasure. Aang reached out. Yue was just beyond him. He moved forward, finding his legs sluggish in the water. The Avatar looked up, spotting the approaching man. Aang froze; a sensation of fear ran up his spine. Something cold and wet lashed out, grabbing his wrist. Aang turned to find a black tendril of water lashing onto him. He reached down, trying to free his arm. Another came up, grabbing the bicep of the arm, trying to free himself. A third came up around his neck. Aang choked, his attention turning back to The Avatar. The man raised his hand, flicking out his fingers. Aang let out a gasp as he was dragged back under the cold, dark water. 

Aang’s eyes shot open, and a panic spread through his chest for a moment. He sat up quickly, inhaling deeply, trying to calm his heartbeat. The steady rocking of the boat helped to calm him. He looked around the dark room, finding the only other occupant to be Katara, sleeping nude on the lower hammock on the opposite side of the room. He was still shaking, the events replaying in his mind. 

I need some air he thought, throwing his legs over the side of his hammock. He landed without a noise on the pelt-covered floor of the boat and crossed to the ladder that led up from the hold to the deck.

This movement caused the moonlight to creep in and flicker, briefly obscured by Aang’s body. The light had come to rest on Katara’s face, and the brief change in exposure awoke the Waterbender. She caught the tail end of Aang’s legs as they went up onto the deck.

“Aang?” She called, but received no response. The Waterbender leapt from her own hammock, climbing the ladder and emerging onto the deck. 

The nude waterbender spotted her friend, leaning over the deck, staring up at the stars. She approached, giving a glance to make sure they were alone.

“Aang,” she called to him. The Avatar turned, acknowledging her, but looked away again, returning his eyes to the stars. Katara’s heart felt heavy, realising at once that something was wrong.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, approaching.

“Nah,” Aang shook his head. “It was just a nightmare”

The monk’s head fell in shame before he continued. “I was in the Avatar State, but I was outside of my body watching myself. I raped you and Yue. It was scary. I was scary.”

Katara reached out, placing a reassuring hand on the man’s back. “Aang, I told you, what you did to me at the Southern Air Temple … I actually really enjoyed it.”

“I still raped you,” Aang replied somberly. “And the other times … I didn’t, but I know I still felt the pull to.”

Katara let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry, Aang.”

Aang turned around, sinking to sit on the deck of the boat, hands went to his head, recalling the dream. Katara sat down next to him, putting an arm around him for comfort. She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. For a moment, they were silent.

The Fire Nation had erected a station for R & R on their side of Full Moon Bay. Atop a rushing river, which plunged into a waterfall that filled the large body of water. Dozens of soldiers were often there to relax and unwind between deployments. The beautiful pink cherry blossom trees were beginning to bloom, the first signs of winter’s end. Upon a massage table was General Iroh, enjoying as two male masseuses gently worked away every knot that had formed in his back.

He gave a deep sigh of relief. “This is what I’ve been missing,” he mused aloud, basking in the relief of the gentle knuckles on his skin.

Who knew floating on a piece of driftwood for three weeks with no food or water and sea vultures waiting to pick out your liver could make one so tense 

Another deep sigh escaped his lips, his eyes shutting to enjoy the work.

“OH, RIGHT THERE!” A shrill voice screamed from nearby, interrupting the work of the masseuses. Iroh’s eyes snapped open, turning his head to the source of the noise. 

“OH FUCK! HARDER!” The female voice continued. 

Iroh shook his head, turning over and rising from the massage table. As this was a Fire Nation R & R station, they, of course, offered everything that a soldier could want. Including sex workers to alleviate other types of tension. After three weeks at sea, unable to even masturbate, it had been the only service Prince Zuko had been interested in.

Iroh crossed the open space area to the paper door that shielded the room that Zuko had brought her into. He slid the door open, letting the noise from inside escape.

The woman was on all fours, her massive breasts swaying and bouncing wildly as her whole body was rocked back and forth by the banished Prince. His hands dug angrily into her fat, fleshy hips, fingers disappearing into the pale sea of skin. Her massive ass was bouncing and clapping down, slamming itself backwards into Zuko’s pelvis as he thrust forward. His cock plunged deep into her ass, coring its way up into her. Iroh noticed a bulge forming in the woman’s stomach, jutting out every time Zuko hilted himself inside her.

He reached up, his hand grabbing hold tightly of her short brown hair. He yanked it hard, snapping her upper body backwards.

“YES, MY PRINCE!” She cried. “DEEPER! SLAM YOUR COCK INTO ME!” 

“Take it, you whore!” Zuko grunted angrily, forcing his cock to the hilt with pulverising force. 

“YESSS!” She moaned. “OH FUCK! YOU’RE DESTROYING MY ASS!” 

A busty and thick woman with curvy hips, thick thighs and a screamer ... something about her seems familiar Iroh pondered, scratching his goatee. 

“I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM FROM HAVING MY ASS FUCKED BY THE PRINCE!” She moaned loudly. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, splattering saliva across her chin, and a few drops fell to the floor, though some were stopped by her bouncing chest.

She slammed backwards into Zuko, her entire body shaking. “I’M CUMMING!” She screamed. Her hands clenched into fists, her entire body quivering violently around the Prince. From her cunt a torrent of squirt exploded outwards, soaking the ground between Zuko’s legs. The Prince paid little mind, continuing to slam-fuck his cock deep into her ass. 

The woman’s body finally stopped shaking, her entire form covered in sweat. Zuko released her hair. The woman collapsed forward, her massive tits taking the brunt as her body fell forward. Zuko’s hand came down, spanking her ass hard.

“OH FUCK! ABUSE THAT ASS! IT’S YOURS!” She shouted. 

Zuko let out a primal grunt, slamming himself to the hilt inside her again. His nuts contracted, screaming in joy as they unloaded weeks' worth of backed-up nut. Something heavy hit her stomach, causing a massive bulge to form around the first of the load inside her. Her pale stomach expanded rapidly, reaching the floor in seconds as gallon after gallon of ball batter rocketed out of Zuko’s member into her. The slight burning sensation from the heat of it only made the woman purr in pleasure even more.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “There’s so much. You’re gonna get my ass pregnant with enough kids to form an army. Oh fuck it’s still going, I can feel you cumming inside meeee!” 

Zuko paid the woman little mind, holding himself still as he finished. Her stomach continued to bloat, dwarfing her tits in size as the skin spread to every inch it could for room. After nearly four minutes, Zuko finally removed his fully flaccid cock from her. 

The prince shuddered, anger on his face. He let out a sigh, breathing heavily. It was only then that he noticed Iroh standing in the doorway.

“Uncle,” he said.

Iroh nodded. “Maybe I have a word, Prince Zuko?” 

Zuko rose, moving across the room. He retrieved a pale pink robe, placing it on to cover his body. A conical straw hat was there as well. Zuko placed it on, trying to keep a low profile. 

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I must borrow my nephew,” Iroh smiled at the worker.

“No worries at all, I need a quick break before round two anyway,” she smiled, rolling onto her side. “And my name is Karuta.”

Zuko brushed past his uncle, exiting the room. Iroh watched him for a moment, then turned back to the woman. “Excuse us.” 

Iroh shut the door, following Zuko. The prince sat down at the edge of the building, looking out across the well-manicured gardens. Iroh drew up next to him. For a moment, they did not speak.

“I see,” Iroh began. “It’s the Anniversary, isn’t it?”

“Nine years ago today, I was banished,” Zuko growled. “I lost it all. I want it back. I want the Avatar, I want my honour, my throne. I want my mother not to think I’m worthless.” Zuko’s head turned away from Iroh, his voice cracking with emotion at the last sentence.

“I’m sure she doesn’t!” Iroh said rather enthusiastically. “Why would she banish you if she didn’t care?”

Zuko turned, looking plainly at his uncle. He rose to his feet, wandering off further into the resort. Iroh turned to the two masseuses, still standing nearby.

“That came out wrong, didn’t it?” He asked.

The sun was high over the ocean. After three weeks, the ship was over halfway to the Southern Water Tribe. From here, however, parties would need to split up. Pakku and the others would continue, another week or so of travel, and they would arrive at their destination. Katara, Sokka, Aang, Momo, and Appa would be leaving them and flying east. They were only a day or so from Omashu. Aang and the group had discussed the monk’s need to learn earthbending on their journey south, with all ultimately agreeing that the safety of Omashu was their best bet. Aang and King Bumi’s friendship would make training easy, and Katara and Sokka had some “friends” they wished to see again.

The winter air had broken, and the warmth of spring had begun to creep in, despite it not officially being the season. As such, the Water Tribe siblings had significantly changed their appearance. Sokka had removed the sleeves from his tunic, retaining only the gloves. He had also traded his club for a more practical and deadly machete, carried in a sheath strapped to his thigh. His boomerang was also given a new sheath, now carried permanently on his back.

Katara, meanwhile, had gone through a more dramatic change. She had sewn the outfit herself during their time travelling south, in between practising her bending and fucking Aang and Sokka (who was still reeling from Yue’s death). Her previous tunic and breeches were built for winter climates with long sleeves and a tight neckline. Her new outfit was much more … Katara. It was a single piece of the grey-blue fabric her original tunic, gifted from Kyoshi village, had been. However, the sleeves were now shortened, barely rolling off her shoulders. The neckline was now a scoop, dipping deep to allow her massive bust to breathe and not be restrained under such tight clothing. After her stunt against Zuko at the Oasis, Katara also knew just how critical her tits could be in a fight; as such, the top was designed to allow them to pull free at a moment’s notice, the material ran just above her nipple to keep herself ‘modest’ in social settings. But Katara also knew that the slightest jostle or rough bounce would send her massive rack spilling out and over the top of the “neckline” of her new tunic. It then hugged her tight waist with a white sash of material used to hold it together before reaching her crotch.

Katara had been inspired by the armour of the Koyshi Whores here. Instead of proper bottoms, the material narrowed to a thin strip of blue which ran down through her crotch and back up her ass, connecting in the back. It was pulled tightly, displaying a very detailed arctic-camel toe and leaving both of the Waterbenders massive ass cheeks on display for all to ogle at. Much like her original tunic, it was tight, hugging her curves, but also light and breathable, leaving the Waterbender feeling almost nude. As a bonus, she had adjusted the neckline on her winter tunic as well, removing the sleeves and shortening the “skirt” on it to ensure that even the slightest breeze would leave her pussy exposed. She had packed this modified tunic as a backup, should anything happen to her current outfit. She had also sewn Aang several new copies of his gi, as the monk tended to lose them in battle. Lastly, she had taken every pair of breeches she had and “forgotten” them at the North Pole. 

Today was her first day in the outfit proper, enjoying the looks the many, many men on the boat were giving her. All the same, she was professional and courteous as they all lined up to say their goodbye.

Pakku stepped forward, holding a sack of cloth. His hand dug inside. “Katara,” he said as he fished around inside the sack. “I want you to have this.” His hand came out, clutching a string. Attached to it was a long vial of porcelain, deep blue and purple. It had a glass cork on its top, decorated with a crescent moon of light blue.

“This amulet contains water from the Spirit Oasis,” Pakku explained, holding it out in front of him. Katara took it, admiring the craftsmanship of the vial. “The water has unique properties. Don’t lose it.”

“Thank you, Master Pakku,” the waterbender smiled.

Katara bowed to her master, then turned, shuffling up Appa’s tail and into the saddle. Aang stepped forward next, Pakku presented the Nomad with a wooden box, a symbol of the Water Tribe upon it.

“Aang, these scrolls will help you master waterbending,” the old master continued. Aang slid the lid open, finding four scrolls of various sizes inside. “But remember, they’re no substitute for a real master.”

Aang smiled, turning back to look at Katara as she settled into her seat. The monk turned back, bowing to Pakku. He moved away, climbing onto Appa.

“Sokka,” Pakku acknowledged the warrior as he approached, smiling. An awkward hand went up, clasping Sokka on the arm. “Take care, son.”

Sokka’s smile ran from his face, and the warrior turned sullenly to join his sister and friend on Appa. 

“Fly straight to the Earth Kingdom base east of here,” Pakku instructed. “General Fung will provide you with an escort to Omashu. There you’ll be safe to begin your earthbending training with King Bumi.”

Aang nodded, his heart elated to see his old friend again. He took the reins in his hand, turning his attention to the open skies, “Appa, Yip-Yip!”

“Say hi to Gran-Gran for me!” Katara called as the Sky Bison leapt into the air, climbing through the skies at an incredible speed.

The Fire Navy ship cut through the water with ease. Massive columns of stone jutted from the bay, keeping the helmsman from going strongly one way or another, trying to keep them to the narrow pathway he felt was safe. A platoon of the Royal Fire Nation Guard bowed down on the deck, their hands and knees on the black metal, heads lowered in their bright red armour. The massive metal doors of the ship’s deck opened. From inside a massive palanquin emerged, carried by several hunched-over servants. A veil of tan silk sheets covered the occupant inside as they marched out onto the deck. They reached the threshold of the raised platform, which slid down to the lower deck. The black emblem of the Fire Nation decorated a red canvas on the ramp between decks. The servants lowered the palanquin, placing it gently on the ground. The two up front rose as high as their strained backs would allow. Their hands pulled curtains back, revealing the princess - Azula.

She stepped out, her red boots with pointed toes touched down with confidence onto the deck. The curvy and somewhat busty Princess looked out over her elite guard. She wore a bright red tunic, tied tightly around her athletic waist. The tunic fell into two curving pieces of cloth, covering most of her thick thighs and partially obscuring the brown cloth tube that covered what was between her legs, though it was so long, even when it was flaccid, that the bulbous head poked out the bottom. The top of the tunic was sleeveless, though she compensated for this with a pair of gauntlets on the forearms and cloth covering her arms from the biceps down. The neck of the cloth onesie was tight around her neck, decorated with golden accents. Her jet black hair was perfect, combed and washed and tied tightly with two long bangs framing her face. She strolled out, looking over the ship, her gaze moving across the bowing guards slowly. Their submission made her cock twitch, feeling a damp spot of pre-cum forming in her undergarments.

She raised a hand, silently beckoning the men to their feet. She waited for them all to rise, turning to face the futanari princess.

“My brother and my uncle have disgraced the Fire Lord and brought shame on all of us,” Azula began, moving down the ramp to stroll between her men. “You may have mixed feelings about attacking members of the royal family, I understand. But I assure you, if you hesitate, I will not hesitate to bring you down. Dismissed.”

Silently, the guard marched off, returning to their quarters below deck. The only noise on the deck was the rapid footfalls of the ship’s captain. He was an older man, sporting a long goatee and thin moustache. He stopped a few feet behind Azula, bowing respectfully even though she was not facing him.

“Princess,” he said. “I’m afraid the tides won’t allow us to bring the ship into port before nightfall.”

“I’m sorry, captain,” Azula replied without looking at the man. “But I do not know much about the tides. Can you explain something to me?” She turned, walking to the edge of the deck to better observe the waters.

“Of course, your Highness,” the captain replied, swallowing as a chill went down his spine.

“Do the tides command this ship?” Azula asked, still not facing the man.

“Uhhh, I’m afraid I don’t understand,” the captain stuttered, too afraid to look over at her. 

“You said the tides would not allow us to bring the ship in. Do the tides command this ship?” Azula asked, poison sharp on her words.

The captain swallowed, “No, Princess.” He spared her only a glance before looking away.

“And if I were to have you thrown overboard, would the tides think twice about smashing you against the rocky shore?” Azula asked.

For a moment, the captain was frozen, his heartbeat a wild drum in his ears. Fear froze his spine. He winced as the image of his death danced through his mind. “No, Princess.”

“Well then, you should be less concerned about the tides, who have already made up their mind about killing you, and worry more about me, who's still mulling it over,” Azula finished. She ran her hands through her dagger-sharp bangs, making sure they still looked perfect in the rough sea winds. Finally, she turned to face the man with an intense look in her eyes. Her cock twitched, beating against the small modesty curtain that her tunic created.

“I’ll pull us in,” The captain bowed. He almost ran from the deck, moving to give the order. 

Azula watched the man leave, glaring at his incompetence. She felt her cock straining in its containment. Her balls suddenly felt full. She turned her head to the approaching shore. They’d be there within an hour. If the reports were correct, her brother and uncle were at a resort near Full Moon Bay. She needed to be ready. The princess turned, leaving the deck and returning to her quarters at the top of the ship.

Inside the dingy metal room was a large bed covered in silk sheets. Plenty of make-up and clothes for pampering. Her servants stayed in a small room near the bottom of the ship, leaving her alone in her room, except for the other occupant, currently chained with a metal collar around the neck to the window. The chain was just too short, forcing the woman to sit upright at all points and times, depriving her of restful sleep lest she choke herself to death.

The thick, busty, hung princess crossed to where the woman was. Without a word, Azula’s hands went to her crotch, pulling her half-hard cock from the brown cloth it was hidden behind. The thick, sweat-covered cock flopped out, hanging towards the floor. The woman’s head picked up slightly, eyes on the cock.

“After a week at sea, I’d expect you to know what to do without a command,” Azula growled. “Unless you’d prefer the same treatment my mother gave you.”

Eeko’s cracked lips opened, she leaned forward as far as the metal chain would allow her, planting a kiss on Azula’s half-mast. She pulled back, licking her lips and attacked again, planting more passionate kisses up and down the swelling member.

“Much better,” Azula sneered, watching the naked, busty woman worship her cock. “Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited with your precious prince soon enough.”

Azula’s hand ran through Eeko’s matted hair, pulling her head back to force the Firebender woman to look the princess in the eye. She flexed her cock, bringing the full member up. It arched through the air and crashed down on Eeko’s face, covering the left side of her face, blocking her eye from looking up at Azula. The princess smirked as her cock twitched and bucked. Eeko could feel the pulse of the fat shaft through her face, a vein pressing into her skin.

“He and Uncle spent nearly a decade at sea. Even for as pathetic as his Firebending was, ten years with a master like Uncle, no matter how lazy, would result in some changes,” Azula mused, flexing her cock again to make it lift and slap down on Eeko’s face again. “So, I need to know how far Zuko got in his training. As my brother’s old personal whore, you should know.”

Eeko pulled in a breath through her tired mouth, hanging half open. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“You haven’t yet. I had hoped that being so close to land would have changed your mind. I was considering even taking these chains off and letting you stay with Zuko below deck on the trip back. After all, I’m not amused by my brother’s sloppy seconds,” Azula mused. “Alternatively, I can continue to use your throat like a cock sleeve and your stomach as a cum toilet. Your choice.”

Eeko looked away, her mouth shut. Azula’s cock bucked on her face. “As I expected. Well, at least I won’t have to worry about facing Zuko with an annoying sack full of cum.” The princess pulled back, sliding her full turgid erection on Eeko’s face. It dragged across her lips, a few drops of pre-cum running into her mouth. Azula yanked on Eeko’s hair, making the former soldier wince. With the other hand, Azula guided her thick cock head to Eeko’s mouth.

With a quick, brutal thrust, Azula’s fat member cored its way down Eeko’s throat. The firebender slut screamed as the cock filled her mouth and throat. Her entire body was thrown backwards from the force of impact, slamming against the metal wall with an impactful THUD!Her massive tits, covered in bruises and scars, bounced wildly as the princess forced more and more of her cock down the woman’s mouth. Eeko gagged and choked, saliva flowing from her chin, dripping down onto her chest. I pooled with the dried cum and spit already coating her body. Azula braced herself on the wall, both hands on the metal.

“Take it, bitch!” Azula grunted as she force-fucked her cock down Eeko’s mouth. The firebender wretched and gagged on the cock loudly, spittle flying freely from her mouth. Azula paid little mind, thrusting with all her might into Eeko’s mouth. She grunted and moaned wildly as she did so, a beast in heat.

“Swallow my royal cock, you worthless little whore!” Azula hissed. “If you’re lucky, I might knock up your stomach with a royal bastard!”

Her fat cock twitched and bucked wildly in Eeko’s throat. Tears streamed freely from the bound woman’s eyes. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen, but she knew she would not receive it any time soon. Her tits bounced and swayed on her chest with the force of each brutal impact. Her nose slammed into Azula’s pelvis as the princess finally got every inch of her thick cock down Eeko’s throat. Eeko felt a numbness spreading through her nose as it was repeatedly bashed against Azula’s muscular body.

“What a good wet hole you are!” Azula grunted. “You might have had a place in the royal harem if you had only given mother what she wanted from the start! Now you’re nothing more than a rape toy. I think as a reward for being such a good cum dump, I’ll give you to my elite guards for the journey home. Send you home to your husband or whoever’s waiting for you with a bastard!”

Eeko moaned pathetically, a pleading noise for Azula to stop. The princess ignored it. Both of the futanari’s hands went to Eeko’s head, holding it in place as she picked up the pace, thrusting quicker and quicker into her mouth. Eeko gagged and retched more as the futa’s massive, perfectly circular balls swung up, battering her throat over and over, threatening to leave a bruise. Tears continued to stream from her eyes. One of Azula’s hands left her victim’s head, massaging her own massive breast (though paling in comparison to Eeko’s). The princess threw her head back in ecstasy as her orgasm came crashing over her. Her tongue leapt from her mouth, face blushing in a silent scream.

“I’m cumming!” She grunted. Her nuts contracted, dumping gallons of boiling seed into Eeko’s stomach.

The firebender screeched as her stomach was flooded with the burning liquid. Her legs squirmed on the ground as she tried to do anything to alleviate the pain, as her stomach began to swell from the sheer volume of cum. Her hands were in chains as well behind her back; she was completely helpless to stop the princess as she dumped burning rope after burning rope of cum into her stomach. Azula shuddered, her hand yanking on Eeko’s hair.

“Fuck,” She growled, pulling her deflating cock from the woman’s mouth. It pulled from her lips, burning cum and spit dripping down on the woman’s fat tits. Azula released her grip on Eeko, finding the woman had gone limp. The princess inspected for a moment, finding she was only unconscious. She smirked in satisfaction, taking her flaccid cock in her hand. She took a bundle of Eeko’s hair, drying off her cock with it and leaving the woman in her room.

Appa flew due east for several hours. It was a quiet trip between the group, most of them reflecting on everything that had occurred in the past few weeks. It was almost strange to be so far south again, not since last year had they been this close to the South Pole. Sokka sat in the saddle, musing over Omashu. They had reached land not too long ago, banking through the rocky mountains that dotted the shores of the Earth Kingdom.

His head picked up as he spotted a marble white line snaking its way through the lush greenery below. He followed its path as it arched around the mountain and reached a large stone ring of the same colour.

“There it is!” Sokka exclaimed.

Before them was the fort, surrounded by the curtain wall with a massive temple in the centre. Dozens of smaller buildings sat inside the wall, all dotted with golden tiled roofs. Avatar pulled on Appa’s reins, diving down towards the flat roof of the large building. Two men stood atop the stones, waiting for the group. They landed, quickly leaping off the Sky Bison, massaging their sore muscles, having forgotten just how stiff air travel made them.

General Fung was in his early forties, sporting a long brown beard and no moustache. His hair proper was rather short, kept in an unconventional square top knot bearing the mark of the Earth Kingdom. His eyes were grey, soft and inviting. He raised his massive hands to the group as they largely ignored him, massaging their sore bodies.

“Welcome, Avatar Aang!” He cheered with a smile and a jovial tone.

Aang turned, rubbing his ass to try and wake up some numb muscles.

“I am General Fung,” he bowed politely. His arms extended outwards, his voice booming in excitement. “And welcome to all of you great heroes! Appa, Momo. Brave Sokka, The Mighty Katara.”

“Mighty Katara?” The waterbender smirked, crossing her arms under her bust, nearly spilling them over her top, “I like that.” Momo fluttered through the air, leaping from Appa’s head to Aang’s staff.

The sound of a high-pitched whir brought their heads around. Small black dots streaked high into the sky before exploding in bright pastel colours. Earthbenders on the ground launch wave after wave of fireworks.

“Not bad, not bad,” Sokka smiled, enjoying their hero's welcome.

“Please, follow me,” Fung called, turning away from them. “We have much to discuss.”

Katara, Aang, and Sokka all shared a glance, wondering what he meant.

They followed the general into his office nearby. A massive room with an equally tall vaulted ceiling. It was a grey-ish green with thick pillars holding up the ceiling. The centre of the room was decorated with a green carpet, depicting the symbol of the Earth Kingdom. Aang, Katara, and Sokka sat down upon it, looking at the massive raised dais where Fung had his command centre. A thick wooden desk of mahogany, covered in parchments of reports and maps. A huge map of the entire world was up on a stone wall on one side, with a more detailed map of the bay just west of their fort on another across from it. Behind that and behind his desk was a massive tapestry depicting the Earth Kingdom symbol once more.

“Avatar Aang,” Fung began as he sat down behind his desk, “We were all amazed at the stories of you single-handedly wiped out an entire Fire Navy fleet at the North Pole. I can’t imagine what it feels like to wield such devastating power. It’s an awesome responsibility.” The general stroked his massive beard in quiet contemplation of the scenario he had just proposed.

“I try not to think about it too much,” Aang responded with his usual smile.

Fung smiled at Aang, his old eyes full of reassurance. “Avatar, you’re ready to face the Fire Lord now,” he said with full confidence.

Aang was stunned, his eyes wide in surprise. “What?!” He spluttered. “No, I’m not!”

“Aang still needs to master all four elements,” Katara interjected.

“Why?” Fung questioned, raising to his feet, “With the kind of power he possesses, power enough to destroy hundreds of battleships in a matter of minutes, he could defeat the Fire Lord now!” He raised his hand in a fist.

“But, sir, the thing is, Aang can only do those things when he’s in the Avatar State,” Sokka explained.

“See,” Aang continued. “It’s this special state where-“

“I’m well aware,” Fung cut him off, gesturing through the air, “Your eyes and tattoos glow, and you’re able to summon unbelievable power.” He folded his hands behind his cloak, moving towards the map of the world. His voice had settled, with less warmth in his tone. “Without you, we’d be slaughtered before we even reached their shores. But with you leading the way, as the ultimate weapon, we could cut a swath right through to the heart of the Fire Nation!” His hand came up, a finger tracing a direct line from the mark of his base on the map to the mark of the Royal Palace in the Fire Nation.”

“Right,” Aang said slowly. “But I don’t know how to get in or out of the Avatar State. Much less what to do once I’m there.” He looked down, a bit of shame in his voice from his own lack of knowledge about his powers.

“So it’s decided then!” Fung declared, turning to the group. “I’ll help you figure out how to get into the Avatar State, and then you’ll face your destiny.”

Katara rose in anger, her hand clenched into a fist, “No, nothing’s decided!” Aang and Sokka rose as well, following her lead. “We already have a plan.” She folded her arms, once again pressing her massive chest upwards, her nipples poking out from behind her tunic. “Aang’s pursuing his destiny his way.”

“Well, while you take your time learning the elements, the war goes on,” Fung replied in a low tone. He crossed the room again, moving to a massive circular window just off to the side of where his desk was set up. “May I show you something?”

Aang glanced at his friends, swallowing his trepidation. He moved forward, looking out the window with the general. Down below, at a golden-topped building, dozens of soldiers congregated. All of them wore the traditional greens of Earth Kingdom soldiers and something more. White bandages coated their bodies. Some of them wore the bare pink of their burns out in the open.

“That’s the infirmary,” Fung explained. “Those soldiers are the lucky ones. They came back.”

Aang felt sorrow swell in his heart as he saw the men down there. One man had bandages around both eyes. Another was on a stretcher, his entire left side wrapped in bandages. A third man was walking with a crutch, his leg gone from the knee down. A woman had her entire pelvis wrapped in bandages, along with her right arm. 

Fung turned to Aang, watched as the Avatar choked back tears. “Every day, the Fire Nation takes lives. People are dying, Aang!” The general shook his fist to accentuate his point. “You could end it. Now.”

He backed off as tears began to roll down Aang’s face, the Avatar frozen by grief. 

“Think about it,” The general requested. He turned, leaving Aang alone.

Azula was alone on the deck of her ship, save for two instructors. Old women with large faces and larger ears. Each of them was bundled in thick dark red robes, leaving their forms impossible to decipher. Azula had removed the covering of her member, letting her thick erection stand firm and free as she centred herself. The massive cock had a single drop of pre-cum upon its slit. It bucked and bounced in the air as Azula breathed in deeply.

Her hands twisted through the air as she had been instructed, her body like rubber as she effortlessly moved through the set. Her cock bucked in the air, making her wince. Her nuts were churning a thick load; she could feel the gallons of cum sloshing around inside her. She folded her hand, pointing two fingers with sharp nails outwards. She tried to keep her focus on her technique, though part of her had to keep focus on her nuts, trying to kill the rising orgasm in her balls. Her cock was completely dry in the warm early spring air. And yet she felt as though she had been inside someone’s ass for hours, so close to finishing. 

She flicked her wrist, swirling her fingers through the air. The familiar crackling sound filled the air. The blue glint of the lightning flickered in her eyes. She formed a small circle with her hand, the electricity following it. Her cock bucked again, her orgasm rising inside her. Her body twisted, putting her whole arm into the movement. Her other hand came up, lightning on her fingers there as well. Her cock was bucking and twitching wildly, her orgasm building. Azula focused entirely on the lightning generation. Moving towards the final part of the technique as quickly as she could. She brought her finger tips together, combining the lightning. Her cock bucked, her orgasm cascading over her body. She grunted, thrusting her hand out and killing the orgasm inside her.

The lightning leapt from her extended arm, filling the air with a thunderous roar. A moment later, it dissipated. Azula panted as a single bang fell in front of her face. She glanced down, spotting a small glop of cum that had managed to escape her, dripping without any fanfare onto the ship’s deck.

“Almost perfect,” Lo commented.

“One hair out of place,” Li finished.

Azula growled. “Almost isn’t good enough.”

She began to motion again, summoning another strike. 

The sound of thunder awoke Iroh. 

It was the dead of night. Not a single candle was lit in the Earth Kingdom base. General Fung sat alone in his office, poring over maps, comparing them to the troop movement reports he had received. He did not hear the near-silent footfalls of the light-footed airbender.

“General Fung,” the hesitant voice called, getting his attention.

The general raised his head, smiling at the man before him. “Come in, Aang. Have you thought about our discussion?” The general relaxed in his seat, crossing his arms.

Aang felt his heartbeat in his chest, his most basic instincts telling him to leave. He turned his head, not wishing to meet the eyes of the general as he said what he had come to declare. “I’m in,” he managed to eke out. “I’ll fight the Fire Lord.”

“Wonderful,” Fung smiled. “We’ll start tomorrow. For now, return to your quarters and get some rest.”

Aang nodded, his heart heavy with sadness. He left the office, taking the longest path possible back to the quarters they had been given. As he approached the door, hesitation was heavy in his footfalls. The muffled shrieks of Katara’s pleasure were a wild contradiction in the Monk’s body. His cock battered against his breeches, stirring at her siren’s call. He reached the door, turning the handle and letting the noise fill the hallway.

“FILL MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR FAT FUCKING COCK! I’VE MISSED YOUR COCK SO MUCH!” Katara screamed wildly as Sokka cored out her back door. The warrior’s hair was down, his entire body covered in sweat as his pelvis slammed hard into Katara’s backside, making her mocha ass shake and clap in a panicked frenzy. Katara’s hand gripped hard into the sheets of the silk-soft beds they had been given. She was on all fours, her fat tits bouncing and swaying, less than an inch above the bed. Her tongue hung from her mouth.

Her eyes had rolled off in two different directions, but snapped to attention when Aang entered the room.

“YES!” She moaned. “I NEED ANOTHER COCK! I HAVE TWO HOLES BEGGING FOR A STRETCHING!”

Aang shut the door behind him, looking at the lewd display before him. He reached up, removing his gi. Katara moaned in anticipation, biting her lower lip. She grinded herself backwards onto Sokka’s cock in anticipation, bouncing hard on her brother’s member. She panted and moaned wildly, letting the drool run from her tongue and stain the bed below.

Aang removed his boots next, walking slowly over to join his companions. Katara sensed his hesitation, lifting the fog of arousal from her brain.

“What’s going on?” Katara asked, no longer even registering the feeling of Sokka’s massive cock inside her asshole. 

“I told the general I would help him … by going into the Avatar State,” Aang admitted. He dropped his trousers, freeing his erection. Katara’s eyes sparkled in anticipation, licking her lips as she gazed upon the cock that had taken all three of her virginities. Aang shuffled up onto the bed, presenting his member to Katara. The waterbender reacted quickly, slathering the massive pale shaft in her spit as her mouth made love to the cock.

She looked up at Aang, realising that her mouth was not curing him of his turmoil. “Aang,” she said. “This is not the right way.” She winced, letting out a moan as Sokka’s hand slammed down on her ass, leaving a mark on her massive cheek.

“Why not?” The warrior asked. “Remember when he took out the Fire Navy? He was incredible.”

He thrust hard into Katara, rutting himself entirely into her ass. Katara moaned, her entire body shaking as her ass squeezed around her brother’s cock. Her hands grabbed Aang’s member, jerking it off. She looked up at Aang, catching the monk’s eye.

“There’s a right way to do this,” she cooed, her hands massaging his cock. “Practice. Study. and Discipline.”

“Or,” Sokka countered, rutting himself inside her. “Just glow it up and stop that Fire Lord.”

An anger swelled in Katara’s chest. Her hands left Aang’s cock, slamming into the bed. She pulled herself forward as Sokka pulled back. With a POP!Sokka’s still hard cock escaped her asshole. Katara leapt to her feet, turning to face her two partners.

“If you two dick heads want to throw away everything we’ve worked for, fine,” she growled, clenching her hands into fists. She turned, grabbed her tunic and moved for the door. “Go ahead and glow it up!”

Aang reached out, his cock bucking and bouncing in the air, desperately searching for Katara’s touch again. “Katara!” he called. “I’m just being realistic! I don’t have time to do this the right way!”

The door slammed shut as the waterbender disappeared into the night. Aang felt his heavy heart again, wondering if he even believed what he was saying.

“Great, another night of blue balls,” Sokka grunted in annoyance.

Just after sunrise the next morning, General Fung escorted Katara, Sokka, and Aang (and Momo) to a gazebo overlooking one of the waterfalls not far from the base. The green and gold tiled building had a serene feeling to it. The tranquillity of the area was heightened by the sweet-smelling grass, almost like candy floss. The trio, the Lemur-Bat and Fung, were alone, no soldiers with them. They did meet someone out there. A man in his early thirties, with short brown hair. He was dressed in browns and golds, clearly not a soldier. Fung bade Aang to sit with the man, across from him at a small table.

He produced a few clay pots for tea, already brewed. Along with the rustic tear set was a darker clay vase. With a pair of chopsticks, he produced a wad of something white from the vase.

“This rare chi-enhancing tea is a natural stimulant,” the man explained, dropping it into the pot, “In an ordinary warrior, it enhances strength and energy tenfold. In you … it may induce the Avatar State.”

He poured the tea into the cup before Aang. The monk took the tea in hand, feeling the heat of it against his hand. He raised an eyebrow, staring at the drink.

“Tenfold energy, huh?” He questioned. He sipped it down, drinking the entire thing. He felt his eyebrow twitching instantly, several muscles on his body twitching and spasming. He stood up, taking in a deep breath. The entire world around him seemed brighter, more alive.

“Avatar Aang, how do you feel?” General Fung asked.

“Awake,” Aang replied with a smile. He leapt into the air, summoning an air scooter. “Oh so very alive, the most alive I have ever been!”

He sped off, racing around on his scooter, creating massive gusts of wind around everyone. “Is it working? Is it working?!” Aang shouted out, barely a pause between words. “I can’t tell! Somebody tell me if I’m in the Avatar State because I don’t have a good view of myself. Am I talking too loud?!”

“I guess he could talk the Fire Lord to death,” Sokka suggested in a bored tone.

General Fung stroked his beard as Aang whizzed around them. “I have other methods I wish to test. Though we’ll have to wait for the stimulant to wear off.”

“I can handle that,” Katara sighed. “You guys just go get the next idea set up.”

Sokka raised an eyebrow, looking at his sister, “I thought you were completely against this.”

Katara scoffed. “Just go set up the next thing, no sense in wasting time.”

“Fine,” Sokka grunted, rising to his feet, taking the Lemur-Bat with him. Fung and the Medicine Man did as well, bowing to the waterbender as they left.

“I appreciate your help, Mighty Katara,” Fung smiled at her before departing.

“Wow, Katara, that was awfully nice of you!” Aang declared as he raced by again. “But you’re always so nice, so I’m not surprised. It’s one of the things I really like about you!”

Katara smiled at Aang’s innocence, the wide-eyed monk racing around. She licked her lips, satisfied that she had been left alone.

Whilst everyone else had watched Aang whizzing around, accepting the failure of the plan, Katara had noted something else. The massive bulge in Aang’s pants from the moment the stimulant took effect.

It’s not just a chi enhancer Katara thought as she rose to her feet It’s an aphrodisiac. For as mad as I am at him … not getting off last night has got me hot and bothered. I’m so fucking turned on right now~

“Hey, Aang, can you come here for a second?” Katara called in a seductive tone. 

“Of course, Katara, what’s up?” Aang asked in what felt like five syllables total. He dismissed the air scooter, landing right in front of her. “I don’t think I’ve said yet, but your new outfit is gorgeous, really shows off your amazing curves. I’m so hard just looking at it.”

“I see that,” Katara replied. She sank to her knees. “So how about we put that tenfold energy to use?”

She pulled his breeches down with a tug. She was caught off guard as the thick, pulsing cock leapt up, smacking her in the head. Katara recoiled, rubbing her hand on the spot on her face where it had hit her.

“Damn, it’s thicker than normal,” Katara admired, a hand reaching out to grasp his cock.

“Yeah, it feels like a lot more blood is flowing through my body right now, even down into my cock! And my nuts feel so full, all this energy has my body moving at full effort,” Aang said, smiling widely. 

“Well, then, let me help you make room for all that cum your body is producing right now,” Katara stated, opening her mouth. She barely had the head in her mouth before Aang began to thrust into her. She gasped as his entire cock plunged down her throat in a pale blur. Aang slammed his cock into her, his hips moving at a speed Katara had never seen before as he turned her mouth into a cock sleeve. Katara quickly surrendered to the pleasure. Her hands went down to the cunt, pulling the piece of cloth covering her soaked twat aside.

Fuck, the Kyoshi Whores had it right. No worries about modesty and ease of access Katara thought as several fingers plunged into her cunt, trying to alleviate its aching. Her tongue felt like it was going to get a friction burn as the speed of Aang’s penetrations was evaporating all the saliva in her mouth. She could feel his cock head in her stomach, though it was not still for even a second. Aang’s hands came down, grabbing onto Katara’s hair loops, using them to begin pulling her face towards his crotch as he thrust forward.

“Wow, Katara, your mouth feels great!” Aang cheered, throwing his head back. “So wet and inviting, my cock loves being in your throat. I want to bloat your stomach!”

Fuck, he’s almost never like this Katara thought, greedily snatching down quick gasps of air as Aang’s cock retreated just far enough for her to inhale. Her thumb pressed into her clit, enjoying the feeling of utter and complete use her throat was experiencing. The rapid pace and full body use finally caused her fat tits to bounce free, flopping down over the tight scoop neck of her tunic. Her mocha tits bounced wildly on her chest in a sporadic frenzy, trying to keep up with the impacts of Aang’s cock into her body.

Katara sucked on Aang as hard as she could, trying to keep him in her mouth long enough to truly savour his cock. 

Fuck, how long is this gonna last? Katara wondered, her eyes looking over to the sun, now a bit higher in the sky than when she had started. She was having a hard time focusing on anything other than the feeling of Aang’s cock in her throat and her own fingers in her cunt. Her body was alight with pleasure, a pool of her juices beginning to stain the stone beneath her thick thighs. Her tits were a soaked mess of drool and pre-cum, a canvas upon which the excess was painting.

“Fuck Katara,” Aang panted, still speaking quickly, but starting to slow down. “I think I’m gonna cum soon! I’m gonna absolutely flood your throat if I cum! Like this might be the most I have ever came inside you! My balls just feel so full!”

Fuck, his loads are already massive. And I blue ball’s’d him last night Katara’s eyes shot open wide in panic Wait, this might actually fucking drown me!

She screamed in terror, but that only sealed her fate. Her throat vibrated Aang’s cock, sending the nomad over the edge.

“Here it cums!” He exclaimed, wincing as his nuts contracted.

Katara’s scream was quite literally drowned out as his cock head exploded inside her. Her hands went to the white sash that held her tunic together, undoing it as quickly as she could. She barely had it pulled apart when her stomach expanded past what would have been its limit. Katara adjusted her stance, from crouching to truly on her knees. Her cum-bloated stomach swelled forward, the weight pulling it down as her massive stomach folded over her thick thighs. Her tits were pushed up and out of the way, making room for the incredible expanse of flesh her cum-stuffed stomach was becoming. Katara could feel her stomach pressing into Aang’s form, and still the Avatar stood where he was. Every inch of Katara’s innards was stuffed with cum, she was half sure she could feel it dripping from her asshole, though it might have been her own squirt.

After several minutes, Aang finally let her go, stumbling backwards as the fog on his brain cleared. He grunted, gritting his teeth.

“That felt amazing, Katara,” he grunted. “Thanks for the … help.”

Katara was on her back, completely crushed under the weight of her own stomach. “Happy to help, Aang … you go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

Aang nodded, “R-right.” he pulled his pants up, covering his soft cock. He scampered off to go find General Fung and Sokka.

I told him this was a bad idea. This is too much cum, even for me Katara thought to herself.

Aang soon found Sokka and General Fung back at the base, where they had instructed him to meet them. Whilst Fung was still setting up for his other idea of how to bring on the Avatar State, Sokka had persuaded the General to let the warrior himself try. Out at the place where Appa had first landed, Aang sat, waiting while Sokka and General Fung discussed the plan. Finally, Sokka marched around to face Aang, his hands tucked behind his back.

“Maybe I can shock you into the Avatar State,” the warrior suggested. Fung stood behind the duo, stroking his beard once again.

“I love surprises,” Aang smiled.

“Cover your eyes,” Sokka instructed. Aang did so, bringing his hands up over his head. Something grabbed his wrists, pulling them apart. The terrified face of Momo, her head sticking out of Sokka’s tunic, shrieked in the Avatar’s face whilst Sokka’s arms held his own in place. Aang jumped backwards, his heart leaping up into his throat. His arms pulled away from Sokka’s as the Avatar froze in fear. He gathered himself, checking himself.

“Still not glowing,” He realised

. 

Sokka, meanwhile, had lost his footing with Momo in his shirt. He stumbled backwards and fell over. General Fung shook his head, regretting letting the Warrior try.

General Fung took Sokka and Aang to the Temple of the base. Inside was a stuffy room of tan stone. Badger-Mole statues surrounded a flight of stairs, leading up to an impressive-looking throne, decorated in green silk and gold thread. The cleric of the Temple dressed Aang in clothes of the Four Nations, though all were rather drab-looking. Aang was quite confused, but held his tongue.

The cleric was an old man, shirtless save for a vest of animal furs. A thin grey moustache on an otherwise bald head, though his eyebrows were nearly as long. Around his neck was a heavy chain with a metal symbol of the Earth Kingdom upon it. With Aang set, he returned to a large, shallow bowl he had set up in front of the steps. He raised a pitcher in one hand and a plate of dirt in the other.

“You are wearing a ceremonial piece of clothing from each of the Bending Nations!” The cleric declared.

Aang looked down. He had on his regular gi, not exactly ceremonial. The belt-skirt of a firebender soldier’s uniform, he once again doubted its importance. Over his shoulders was a massive white fur pelt that ran into a dark blue cloth. Even for the man, it was too long, making the Avatar wonder if it was meant for some sort of Ice Giant. Lastly, he had on the conical hat of an earthbender soldier, now topped with a strange prickly green leaf.

“Now,” the cleric continued, raising his hands. “I will join the four elements into one!”

“Water!” He poured the pitcher into the bowl, most of it splashing out. 

“Earth!” The dirt plate followed, creating a small dust cloud in the air. 

“Fire!” He grabbed a torch from behind him, tossing it wholesale into the plate. The flame was immediately extinguished by the water and dirt.

“Air!” He produced a hand air pump. Where from, Aang was not sure. He aimed the nozzle at the pan, squeezing the arms together and causing the smoke of the doused flame to leap higher into the air. He tossed the air pump to the side, raising the pan high.

“The Four Elements! Together as one!” He declared. He twisted around, throwing the contents of the pan across the room, splattering onto Aang.

He winced at the impact, feeling the torch ricochet off his thigh.  He opened his eyes, examining himself.

“This is just mud,” he declared. 

“So … do you feel anything?” The cleric asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aang raised a hand as he felt a pressure building in his head. Fung and Sokka’s mouths opened in shock, watching as Aang’s body shook slightly. 

“ACHOO!” The Avatar sneezed, sending all the mud off himself and onto Sokka and the General.

“We have to find a way,” Growled Fung as he cleared the mud from his face.

Zuko and Iroh had been put up in a small shack not far from the general compound, allowing them privacy. After another day of relaxing, they returned to the hut. Iroh spilt the cloth bag he had brought with him onto the wooden table. The clattering of the items brought Zuko’s attention around, finding that the table was now occupied by junk from the beach not far from the resort. Both men were in the pale pink robes the resort provided. 

“Look at these magnificent shells,” Iroh exclaimed as he held one aloft. “I’ll enjoy these keepsakes for years to come.”

“We don’t need anymore useless things,” Zuko complained, gesturing out towards the cherry blossoms nearby, but with more meaning to point at the trail leading away from the resort. “You forget, we have to carry everything ourselves now.”

“Hello, brother,” A familiar voice hissed. “Uncle.”

Iroh and Zuko jumped, looking across the room to see the familiar and yet also stranger face of Azula. She was sitting in the corner of the room, where the least light was. Her sharp nails rapped against some of the shells Iroh had already collected. She was sitting with her legs crossed, her cock tucked between them. She was dressed as she had been before, no armour, nothing for real breeches. 

“What are you doing here?” Zuko hissed, glaring at his younger futanari sister.

Azula smiled, picking up the shell in her hand, “In my country, we exchange a pleasant ‘hello’ before asking questions.” Her last word was accompanied by a side-eyed glare at her brother. She rose, crossing the room over to them both. She crossed her arms, still holding the shell between her nails. Her arms pressed her bust upwards, making it appear bigger than it was. “Have you become uncivilised so soon, Zuzu?”

“Don’t call me that!” Zuko barked in anger.

“To what do we owe this honour?” Iroh asked, his arms now tucked into the sleeves of his robe.

Azula grunted, smirking at them both. “Must be a family trait,” she mused. “Both of you so quick to get to the point.” She clenched her hand, shattering the shell between her sharp fingers.

Iroh’s eyes opened wide in surprise at her actions, but he steadied himself a moment later.

“I’ve come with a message from home,” Azula explained, extending her arm. She brought it back around to adjust her bangs, “Mother’s changed her mind. Family is suddenly very important to her. She’s heard rumours of plots to overthrow her, treacherous plots. Family are the only ones you can really trust.”

For a moment, Azula and Zuko stared at each other. Zuko’s face had melted, disbelief mixed with shock at Azula’s words. The futanari princess looked away, a lie of sympathy on her face. “Mother regrets your banishment. She wants you home.”

She turned back, finding Zuko staring down at the floor. Her face twisted in annoyance.

“Did you hear me?” She hissed. “You should be happy! Excited! Grateful! I just gave you great news!”

Zuko didn’t speak; he turned to the hole in the wall that allowed them a view of the cherry blossoms. He felt a heaviness in his chest.

Iroh moved over to Azula, putting his hands out, “I’m sure your brother simply needs a momen-”

“Don’t interrupt, Uncle!” Azula shouted, causing the old general to recoil. The princess turned, stepping up next to Zuko.

“I still haven’t heard my thank you,” She stated, looking over at him. “I’m not a messenger; I didn’t have to come all this way.” 

“Mother regrets?” Zuko’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “She ... wants me back?”

Azula glared at her brother, annoyed at how aloof he seemed. “I can see you need time to take this in. I’ll come to call on you tomorrow. Good evening.”

Azula turned, leaving the two alone. 

It was sunset by the time Katara’s body had shrunk down enough to allow her to return to the base. She wandered in, searching for Aang. After a day on her back, reflecting on just why she was so against this plan, she had finally figured out what bothered her about it so much. The Waterbender climbed up to the top of the massive stone tower, finding the Monk there, watching the sunset. 

She moved up alongside him, getting his attention. Aang turned, sporting a melancholy look. She gave him a reassuring smile, but did nothing as Aang looked away. Katara glanced down, following Aang’s line of sight to the infirmary far below.

“Can we talk about something?” Katara asked.

“Sure,” Aang shrugged. 

“Do you remember when we were at the Air Temple, and you found Gyatso’s skeleton?” Katara asked. “It must have been so horrible and traumatic for you. I saw you get so upset that you weren’t even you anymore. You don’t recall what happened next, but I tried my best to calm you down, the only way I knew how and … things escalated. I don’t blame you for it; you weren’t yourself. But that doesn’t change the fact that in that moment, you raped me. My own depravities and gross fetishes aside, I know that’s been eating you up inside ever since. I’m not saying the Avatar State doesn’t have incredible and helpful power. But … you have to understand, for the people who love you, watching you be in that much rage and pain is really scary.”

Aang closed his eyes, taking a moment to drink in Katara’s words. “I’m really glad you told me that, but I still need to do this.” His eyes opened, looking off at the sunset.

“I don’t understand,” Katara whispered, turning her full body to Aang.

“No … you don’t,” Aang replied somberly. “Every day, more and more people die. I’m already a hundred years late. Defeating the Fire Lord is the only way to stop this war! I have to try it.”

Katara folded her arms, pressing her massive bust up, her soft nipples poking out from behind the scoop neck. “I can’t watch you do this to yourself,” she whispered. “I’m not coming tomorrow.”

She moved off, heading back inside. She paused, turning her head slightly towards Aang. “Good night,” She whispered.

“Good night,” Replied the Avatar, hanging his head in shame.  

Iroh watched the setting sun, his mind scattered in a thousand directions. He pondered the news his niece had given them. His hand stroked his goatee, pondering the many, many options for why Ozai was calling on them now. How much did she know about what happened at the North Pole? Or beyond that? Had Zhao told lies?

“We’re going home!” Zuko cheered yet again. The young prince was elated, a smile broad on his face as he packed the few things they had. “After nine long years. It’s unbelievable.

“It is unbelievable,” Iroh replied, turning to look at Zuko. “I have never known my sister to regret anything.”

“Did you listen to Azula?” Zuko asked, turning his head. “Mother’s realised how important family is to her. She cares about me.”

“I care about you!” Iroh barked, turning to Zuko. “And if Ozai wants you back, well … I think it may not be for the reasons you imagine.”

Zuko turned away from his uncle, anger rising inside him. “You don’t know how my mother feels about me. You don’t know anything.”

Iroh’s expression softened, regretting his poor wording. “Zuko,” he called in a disarming tone. “I only meant that in our family, things are not always what they seem.”

Zuko turned, rage on his face. “I think you are exactly what you seem,” he growled, pointing at his uncle. “A lazy, mistrustful, shallow old man who’s always been jealous of his sister.”

Without another word, Zuko turned and walked off. Iroh hung his head, trying to hold back the tears.

It was cold. The ice all around them shone in the sun. reflecting the frigid winter light. From the choppy waters below, the Avatar emerged, his nude body glowing with rage as he propelled himself on a geyser of salt water. Aang watched in horror as the Avatar landed on the deck, using the torrent to throw every Fire Nation soldier off their feet. Some went over the edge into the water.

One in particular stayed on the ship. A female Firebender with a massive rack. She hit the metal railing and fell onto her back, her body twitching slightly from the impact. The Avatar moved across the deck slowly, his cock protruding outwards, looking like a bowsprit. The female bender could barely register a plea for him to stop before the Avatar spread her legs wide, aiming his thick cock head down at her narrow hips. With a shriek, she was penetrated, the Avatar slamming his cock up to the hilt inside her, forming a massive bulge in his stomach.

“Stop!” the female bender shouted. “It hurts!” 

The Avatar ignored her, continuing to piston into her. His hand came up to her chest, ripping the cloth away to expose her massive tits, letting them bounce and sway with the hectic rhythm of his thrust. She panted and moaned, bracing herself against the railing as the Avatar had her way with her. 

“Get off of me!” She shouted. “Oh fuck, you’re so deep!”

Aang watched from the sidelines in horror as the Avatar continued to assault the vulnerable bender. A streak of flames licked up the Avatar’s back, getting his attention. The rage-filled form turned to face Zuko, a terrified look on the prince’s face. Aang cut through the air, an air current that ripped through Zuko.

Aang awoke with a start. Another bad dream. He looked around their apartment in the dark, trying to calm himself down. The sheets he had been sleeping under had been thrown off, left in a little ball at the foot of his bed. Aang was just in his undergarments, a very tight Speedo-like piece which left little to the imagination for his package. He rolled over, looking at the two nearby beds. Katara was gone, as was expected.

“Sokka,” he called to his friend. “Sokka, wake up.”

The warrior rolled over to look at Aang. He was without a shirt and his hair down whilst he rested. “Huh?” Sokka called, still half-asleep.

“I don’t think we should be trying to bring on the Avatar State,” Aang whispered, sitting up in his bed. 

“You sure?” Sokka asked, rolling over to look at Aang properly.

“Yeah,” Aang replied with a nod.

“Okay,” Sokka nodded.

“Do you think the general will be mad?” Aang asked softly.

Sokka shrugged. “What can he say? You’re the Avatar. Who knows better than you?”

Sokka rolled over again, falling asleep before his body stopped moving. Aang did not find rest. He tucked his arms behind his back, thinking about his dreams.

It was just after sunrise the next morning when Zuko made his way down the steps cut into the stone cliffside. Each footfall was a mix of emotion for the prince. Before him lay Azula’s flagship, something that somehow felt so close and yet further away than anything he could imagine. Home. At the end of these stairs was home. His heart was heavy as he descended alone. He paused, longing at the large metal beast waiting for him.

Mother … after all this time he thought Not even Azula would come all this way to simply deceive us, right? She hasn’t left the capital since I was banished.

“Wait up!” A jovial voice called. “Don’t leave without me!”

Zuko turned his head to see his uncle racing down the steps to join his nephew. Whilst Zuko was still in the robes provided by the resort, Iroh had changed into his general’s robe and armour. A smile bloomed on Zuko’s face in his presence.

“Uncle!” Zuko cheered. “You’ve changed your mind.”

“Family sticks together, right?” Iroh asked as he approached, placing a hand on Zuko’s shoulder reassuringly.

Zuko smiled widely, recalling an old memory of a beach that felt lifetimes ago. A firm, familiar hand on his back as the ocean breeze washed over them.

He broke from the memory, looking down at the boat. “We’re finally going home,” Zuko cheered again, turning to continue to descend. Iroh paused, glaring down at the ship. He felt uneasy. His knuckles held tight to his satchel. He sensed danger.

They reached the dock, walking along the stone walkway up to Azula’s flagship. The Fire Nation Royal Guard lined the dock, nearly forty of them. Zuko and Iroh approached slowly. Iroh glanced about, his eyes darting from soldier to soldier. They seemed tense. The captain of the ship stood at the end of the dock where the boarding ramp lay. Azula was at the top of the ramp, flanked on either side by two guards.

“Brother, uncle, welcome!” Azula smiled, opening her arms wide as Zuko and Iroh reached the end of the dock. She bowed, a courtesy returned by Zuko and Iroh. “I’m so glad you decided to come.”

Iroh’s eyes opened, looking at the captain. He was breathing rather quickly, sweat rolling down his face. The Fire Nation Royal Guard moved in, blocking the dock and falling into rank and file behind Zuko and Iroh. The Prince and General lifted themselves, hands tucked behind their backs. The captain turned, looking up to the princess.

“Are we ready to depart, Your Highness?” The captain asked.

“Set our course for home, Captain,” Azula cheered, a wide smile on her face.

Home Zuko thought, a word that seemed foreign to him now.

The captain moved up the ramp, “You heard the princess! Raise the anchors! We’re taking the prisoners home!”

For a moment, all was quiet. Zuko and Iroh were frozen, unsure if they had even heard the word correctly. The captain’s heart beat wildly in his chest. He turned and looked at Azula, the princess glaring down at him.

“Your Highness … I-” he tried to croak out an apology. 

Iroh spun around, reacting first. His fist collided with the helmet of the guard behind him, throwing the man with momentum down into the water. The second guard reacted, preparing to attack, but Iroh was quicker, lodging his foot straight into the man’s chest, knocking the wind from him and sending him into the water as well. He continued to body the more than two dozen Royal Guards marching at him, using the choke point of the walkway to his advantage. 

Azula raised her hand, unleashing a torrent of blue flames down upon the captain, swallowing him in flames. He screamed as his skin burned, collapsing and writhing on the walkway. 

“You lied to me!” Zuko exclaimed, marching up the walkway towards Azula.

Azula scoffed. “Like I’ve never done that before.” She turned away, ordering her two guards to take Zuko. They unleashed a torrent of flames. Zuko blocked them, rushing up the walkway towards the men. He jumped into the air, throwing his body sideways. He thrust his fists and feet out, engulfing both of the soldiers in flames. Both men were thrown off their footing, falling over the railing and into the water.

Zuko took a fighting stance, leering at Azula. He adjusted his stance, igniting two daggers of flames in his hand. Azula refused to turn to him, only flaring his anger.

“Zuko!” Iroh shouted from the dock. “Let’s go!”

The prince did not listen to his uncle. He leapt forward, swinging his daggers down at Azula. The princess dodged the attacks with ease, parrying and redirecting each blow that Zuko tried to land. She leapt back, always just out of range. He leapt forward, trying to get in close. Her arms coiled around Zuko’s, locking his arm in place. She used her strength to pull Zuko off the ground, tossing him across the deck. The prince managed to plant his feet, sliding across the deck on his boots.

“You know Mother blames Uncle for the loss at the North Pole,” Azula heckled. “And she considers you a miserable failure for not finding the Avatar! Why would she want you back home, except to lock you up where you can no longer embarrass her?”

Zuko panted from the exertion of their battle. Each word a crippling blow to him. His eyes were wide in disbelief at her words. Rage replaced doubt in his heart; he reignited his blades. He leapt into the air, growling like an animal. With a kick, he unleashed a torrent of flames at Azula, the futa princess blocking it with ease. She leapt back across the deck. Her hardening cock escaped the brown sleeve that held it in place, the battle getting her blood pumping. Zuko rushed forward, swinging wildly at his sister. Azula dodged easily, not even bothering to parry blows anymore. Zuko was off kilter now, his psyche fogged by her words.

He kicked high, a torrent of flames following, and Azula went low, dodging the heat. She leapt up, her hand going for Zuko’s face. The prince leaned back, trying to dodge. Three of her sharp nails dug into Zuko’s head, ripping open three cuts above his eyebrow. Zuko recoiled, his hand going to his head to feel the fresh cuts. They filled him with more rage, daggers ignited as he swung. Azula retreated across the deck, dodging and parrying the rage-filled swings. They began to ascend the ramp to the upper deck. Zuko went for his flame kick again, falling into a rhythm. Azula was prepared for this, swinging her body around, hooking his foot with her own. She pulled his legs apart, knocking the prince off balance. The pain in his crotch from the overextension of his legs caused him to howl. Azula’s cock brushed against the metal of her ship, now full hard and throbbing. Zuko righted himself, stumbling down the ramp. He turned quickly, gathering momentum for another attack. 

Azula grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm around. With one move, she had bested her brother. She smiled, a calm inhale through her nose. Zuko panted wildly, trying to recover from the exertion of the fight. Her smile widened, fear beat in Zuko's heart. Her hand came back, gathering blue flames. 

As her hand rocketed forward, another came up, two in fact. They grabbed Azula’s wrist, pulling the flame up. The blue fire erupted high in the sky. A leg came up, kicking out Azula’s knee. The princess’s grip on Zuko faltered, and the banished prince fell backwards. He slammed into the deck ramp, tumbling over and falling to the deck proper below, landing on his stomach.

Azula turned in rage to find her plaything, the melted chains on her wrists and neck, standing ready to fight.

“You little bitch!” Azula cried, throwing a torrent of flames at Eeko. The fat-titted Firebender brought up a flame shield, but it was a meagre thing that Azula’s flames cut right through. The nude woman was thrown from her feet, sailing across the deck and into the wall. She impacted hard, collapsing unconscious onto the deck.

Azula walked down the ramp, staring down at Zuko. The prince raised his foggy head.

W … was that Eeko? He wondered, rubbing his temple. He looked up, watching as Azula began to summon lightning. Her cock bucked and twitched wildly as the cold fire crackled in the air around her. She put her fingers together, thrusting them at Zuko. Iroh leapt from beside her, grabbing her hand.

“AHHH!” Azula shrieked as she felt the lightning pulled from her body. Her cock erupted in a fountain of cum, splattering all over the deck. Iroh extended a hand out, redirecting the lightning up into the cliffs nearby, shattering the stone.

Azula’s body went limp for a moment, in the throes of pure ecstasy as her cock continued to erupt, spilling her seed everywhere. Iroh wasted no time. He bent her arm, pulling it from the socket. Azula shrieked in pain. His leg came up, slamming into her ribs, cracking two. The futanari was launched from the deck, her cock still erupting and down into the water. Iroh and Zuko fled, rushing back up the stone stairs and disappearing into the forest.

It was just after sunrise the next morning when Aang made his way up to see General Fung. His heart was filled with concern, but the reassurance from Sokka kept his feet moving forward. The duo entered the General’s office, finding Fung at his desk, once again having worked well into the night.

“General Fung,” Aang greeted the man, bowing to him.

“Ahhh, Avatar Aang,” Fung smiled warmly. “I wanted to inform you that I have my men looking through our libraries for any books on the histories of the Avatars. Perhaps there is something in there we could try. I also know you said you’ve previously used the Avatar State in a Temple dedicated to Roku. There are several similar temples to older Avatars all over the Earth Kingdom. I was thinking we might travel to one.”

Aang scratched the back of his head, “The thing is…” he began, looking at Sokka. The warrior nodded with a smile, giving Aang a bit of confidence. He turned back to Fung. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to trigger it on purpose. So I guess that’s it.” Aang shrugged.

For a moment, everyone was silent. Fung tapped his fingers against his desk. “Sure I can’t change your mind?” The general asked politely. 

“I’m sure,” Aang nodded. “ I can only reach the Avatar State when I’m in genuine danger.”

“I see,” Fung nodded. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

He looked out the window where he and Aang had observed the infirmary two days prior. His bare foot slammed into the ground, separating part of the dais upon which his desk sat. He thrust forward, sending the entire furniture piece and the ground it sat upon hurtling towards Aang. The Avatar was in shock from the attack, taking it straight on, knocking the wind out of the man.

“Aang!” Sokka exclaimed, rushing forward. He was stopped and tackled to the ground by two guards. The desk and Aang flew from the open window behind them, plummeting towards the ground. Aang righted himself, watching the ground rushing up to meet him. He threw a hand out, creating a column of wind to cushion his blow. He landed hands first, rolling out of the way as the desk shattered behind him, stone and wood splintering. Aang skidded to a halt on his back, looking up at the room he had just fallen from.

“Men!” Fung’s voice boomed across the yard. “Attack the Avatar!”

Aang glanced around, realising he was now surrounded by dozens, if not hundreds, of Earth Kingdom soldiers.

This guy is insane! Aang realised. His eyes went back to where the general had been, watching as the man leapt from the tower. A pillar of stones leapt up to catch him. He slammed down hard, sending a massive wave of rocks out, tossing Aang. The Avatar was ready, using his Airbending to right himself and land on his feet.

“What are you doing?” Aang shouted.

“I believe we are about to get results,” General Fung replied, a wild look in his wide eyes.

All around Aang, earthbenders lifted stones into the air. Massive cut stones resembling an Earth Kingdom sigil. Nonbenders on Ostrich-Horses prepared their glaives. Aang felt fear in his chest. From both sides, two benders launched their massive disks at Aang. He spun, dodging with ease. He spotted two more, coming at him horizontally. He threw his body into the air, passing between the thin space between them. The benders caught the stones thrown at them, halting them and preparing another attack.

Aang landed, turning back towards Fung. “I’m not your enemy!” He shouted. His attention turned to the men surrounding him. His arms went up, begging for peace, “I won’t fight you!” 

Four disks rocketed forward at Aang. The monk leapt high into the air, clearing them as they slammed together. He landed safely on one, only for it to be pulled out from under his feet as another disk slid along the ground, knocking it out of place. Aang once again fell softly to the ground. He did not reach it as the two disks behind him slammed together, trying to crush him. The Avatar tucked up, getting his body just small enough to fit into the square holes in the centre of the disks. He felt them begin to spin as they rolled forward. Aang’s world was spinning rapidly; he felt like he would hurl. The disks around him erupted into stone and dust as they were shattered by an earthbender. The Nomad skidded across the ground, righting himself. He was surrounded.

Another volley of disks was thrown. Aang contorted his body, threading the needle once again to avoid serious injury. He leapt from the hole, summoning his air scooter, and he raced across the field. Earthbenders began to summon stone walls, cutting him off as his course corrected back and forth. Two nonbender soldiers on Ostrich-Horses began to pursue the beasts fast enough to keep pace with the Avatar. Aang reached the massive wall of the fortress.

I gotta get out of here! He thought, his mind in a panic. He began to climb, racing up the side of the wall. Two shadows appeared on either side of him. Aang glanced left and right, finding the ostrich-horses had leapt high into the air, matching his own altitude. Aang’s air scooter gave out, leaving the Avatar to run up the wall. The two glaives swung, slicing at Aang’s form. Aang froze as the metal passed overhead. Gravity took its swing, pulling Aang back down. He righted himself, landing delicately on the ground. The two riders landed as well, slicing at Aang. He leapt, tucking out of the way.

“AHHH!” He screamed in pain as one of the glaives caught his calf, ripping it open and drawing blood. He rolled forward, landing inside an Earth Kingdom disk still in the ground. The stone lifted, pulling Aang across the field. 

“You can’t run forever!” Shouted General Fung as he brought the disk to a stop in front of him.

“You can’t fight forever!” Aang shouted back. 

The General leapt into the air, slamming down onto the disk, turning it to debris. Aang leapt out of the way, flying high into the air. The monk landed, trying to catch his breath. 

In the tower, where the apartments for Aang and company had been, Katara was alone. The thin piece of cloth over her cunt was pulled to the side with several fingers jammed into herself. Her hand was soaking wet as her thumb pressed hard into her clit. Her massive tits were freed from the low-cut tunic, with her other hand squeezing and kneading her fat tit whilst the other was pulled up to her mouth, sucking on her own nipple. She moaned as her fingers worked herself over, feeling the flush of arousal all over her body.

The entire room around her shook, and some dust fell from the ceiling. Her eyes fluttered open, glancing upwards.

I wonder what crazy thing they’re trying now Katara thought for a moment. She closed her eyes, trying to get back into the pleasure of her masturbation. Her fingers pushed deep inside herself, feeling her twat contract around them as her orgasm neared. Her legs spasmed as the feeling of pleasure spread through her body. She bit down lightly on her own breast, moaning at the sensation of pain she had brought on.

The room shook again, this time so violently that Katara’s whole body rocked back and forth on the bed. She looked up, wondering again what was going on.

Maybe I should just make sure Aang’s okay She thought.

Katara rose from the bed, pulling her fingers from her twat and letting her tit fall from her mouth. She corrected the outfit for the sake of decency and left the apartments. When she emerged outside, she was horrified by the sight before her, watching as Aang ran from falling disks meant to crush him. Sokka was rushing down a set of stairs nearby, club in hand.

“What’s going on?!” Katara shouted. 

“The general’s gone crazy!” Sokka exclaimed as they reached the bottom of the stairs and rushed out into the battlefield. “He’s trying to force Aang into the Avatar State.”

Sokka pulled the boomerang from the sleeve on his back, lobbing it across the field. It made contact with a bender about to hurl yet another disk at Aang, knocking the man out cold. It then arched around, cutting through the polearm of the glaive of an Ostrich-Horse rider who was pursuing the Avatar. He paused, inspecting his weapon, trying to discern what had just happened.

This hesitation created an opening for Katara, summoning the water from the skin she now kept slung about her side. She whipped him in the face with a hard slap, sending him off the Ostrich-Horse, clutching his broken nose. Sokka approached the animal cautiously, his hands up, trying to keep the thing calm.

“Good bird-horse thingy,” he cooed. He grabbed the reins, leaping up onto the beast. He whipped the reins, and the beast charged. Katara watched her brother rushing off to engage the earthbenders. She turned around, spotting General Fung, who was eyeing her down. He slammed his foot into the ground, summoning a dozen disks to surround the waterbender.

Fung looked over his shoulder, watching as Aang ascended the stairs to his citadel, looking down at the field in horror.

“Maybe you can avoid me,” Fung called to the Avatar. He turned his attention back to Katara, evil in his eyes. “But she can’t.”

The disks turned, moving in to create a funnel, the exit behind the general. Katara pulled the water from the pouch again, launching it at the man. He summoned a cloud of earthy dust from the ground, catching the water and turning it all to mud. It splattered to the ground. The General took another stance.

Katara felt something lurch at her feet. She spun around, sinking into the ground. Her hands went down to catch herself. Her legs had been swallowed up to the knees by the solid stone below her. She tried to pull herself free, but found it impossible, like she had been sealed into concrete.

“I can’t move!” She cried.

“Don’t hurt her!” Aang shouted, leaping down from the stairs. He sent a column of air at Fung, but the general reacted quickly. A stone shield came up, effortlessly diverting the air blast without so much as a pebble lost to erosion. He lowered the stone wall to give Aang a good view as he spun Katara around again, burying the waterbender up to her curvy hips. Katara shrieked as she sank, her fat tits flying free from the low-cut top from the momentum of the spin.

“Katara! No!” Sokka shouted as his Ostrich-Horse broke through the disks, rushing towards her.

Fung turned, clenching his fist. The Ostrich-Horse's legs sank and snapped, and the beast reeled in pain, sending Sokka flying from the saddle. He landed with a heavy thud, a long scrape up his arm.

“Stop this!” Aang called angrily, “You have to let her go!”

He raced up to Fung, grabbing the general by the arm.

“You could save her if you were in the Avatar State!” Fung declared, his head held high.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Aang pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

“Aang!” Katara called as she spun again, now up to her massive breasts. “I’m sinking!”

“I don’t see glowing,” Growled Fung. 

She tried to draw in a breath but found it impossible; the ground was flush against her stomach, her lungs left with nowhere to go. “Ahhh! Please!”

Aang sank to his knees, legs like jelly. “You don’t need to do this!” He cried, weeping like a child.

Fung looked down at Aang, fury and resolve in his eyes. “Apparently, I do.”

His fist closed. Aang leapt forward, trying to grab Katara. It was too late; the waterbender’s head sank below the stone, swallowing her whole. Aang’s whole body shook, a gasp as the tears flowed.

His tattoos glowed as he rose, fury on his face.

“It worked!” Fung exclaimed in pure joy, pumping his fist in the air. “It worked!”

A massive gust of wind nearly blew the general off his feet. He brought his hand up to shield his face. He looked upon the Avatar, watching as Aang summoned a massive air bubble around himself. His joy turned to fear as he felt the gaze of rage upon him. The Avatar cut through the air, a wind scythe that threw the general off his feet, ripping through his armour and leaving a gash in his body from his left shoulder to his right hip.

The Avatar rose into the air on a cyclone of dust. Fung rose to his feet, staring in awe at the Avatar as the winds threatened to blow him off his feet. He cupped his hands to his mouth, trying to raise his voice above the winds.

“Avatar Aang! Can you hear me?!” His voice battled against the wind. He began to pull at the earth, bending up what was below him. “Your friend is safe!”

Katara’s body erupted from the earth. The waterbender landed on all fours, gasping desperately for air. She felt the wind rushing past her body. She looked up, spotting Aang standing in the cyclone. She could see his fully erect cock battering against his ripped gi. Her nipples stiffened on her chest, hanging barely an inch from the ground. She knew what was coming next. She and she alone knew.

“It was just a trick to trigger the Avatar State!” Fung continued. “And it worked!”

For a moment, the Avatar hung in the air, looking down at the men gazing upon him. His body dropped from the air, slamming down into the ground. The impact erupted upwards, spraying bodies and stone across the field like they were papers tossed in the air. The golden-topped buildings nearby were shattered as dozens of pieces of shrapnel slammed into them. The soldiers were tossed about, landing with heavy thuds, breaking limbs or worse.

Katara was the only one not thrown back by the attack. 

“Aang!” She called to him, still on her knees. “Aang!”

The Avatar’s eyes locked onto her.

Here it goes! Katara shuddered. She turned around, presenting her massive ass to the Avatar. She bent over, pushing her butt high into the air. With a gulp, her hands reached back, pulling the fabric which covered her holes aside. She began to shake and twerk her ass, making it bounce and clap. 

The Avatar approached, the winds still blowing violently, keeping all away. 

“Take me,” She cooed. “Take me!”

Aang’s hand went into his breeches, removing his pulsing, thick cock, the pre-cum on the tip was whisked away by the brutal winds. She felt the heavy member fall onto her, smacking with an impact on her meaty ass.

“Whichever hole you need,” She moaned. “Just fuck me!” 

The Avatar’s hand came down, gripping Katara’s ass hard. The Water Tribe Bimbo moaned at the rough handling. She felt his thick cock head press against her asshole.

I was hoping it’d be that one she smiled to herself. 

A piercing wail filled the air as The Avatar’s cock plunged to the base inside Katara. His pelvis slammed into her, making her ass ripple and clap from the impact.

FUCK! Right to the base! Katara had stars in her eyes. She put a hand on her stomach, feeling the bulging presence of Aang’s fat cock inside her. Her arm was pulled away as The Avatar took both her appendages by the wrist, holding them behind herself as he began to thrust into her. Katara’s entire body bucked and shook violently as The Avatar began slam-fucking his cock into her ass.

Moans and pants escaped Katara’s lips, her mouth held open in an O shape, cascading waves of pleasure ripped through her body.

“Oh fuck, so fucking rough!” Katara moaned. “DEEPER! FUCK ME WITH YOUR AVATAR STATE COCK!” 

The Avatar did not reply, continuing to brutally pound into Katara’s eager asshole. Each thrust made a massive bulge poke out in Katara’s stomach as the cock head cored its way up towards her stomach. Her tits bounced wildly from the force of impact, swinging up and hitting her under the chin repeatedly. Katara was certain she could feel a bruise forming in real time on both of her ass cheeks as Aang’s crotch slammed into it, hilting his cock all the way inside her. 

Fuck, he’s being so rough! Katara thought It’s awful that he gets like this, but ohhhh I love it so much! Keep fucking me like this, Aang! I’m not your friend, just a little sex sleeve, my ass is your cock’s personal cum dump! 

“FUCK ME HARDER!” Katara shrieked, her voice carried away by the wind. Her back arched, making her butt look even bigger as she continued to twerk for her rapist. The Avatar pushed forward, putting more weight behind his thrust.

“OH FUCK! JUST LIKE THAT!” Katara moaned. “FUCK ME WITH THAT FUCKING MASSIVE AVATAR COCK!” 

She collapsed to the ground, smushing her fat tits. The Avatar pounded into her, putting his full weight behind everything thrust, pinning her to the ground. His pace increased, and Katara could feel his cock bucking inside her.

“CUM FOR ME! CUM IN ME!” She shrieked. 

The Avatar hilted inside her, his nuts contracting. 

Aang’s spirit lifted from his body, feeling only the briefest bit of release as his cock erupted inside Katara’s guts.

What the hell! He thought, looking around as his bright blue spirit lifted into the air. The fortress below him turned into a mere speck as he flew higher and higher. 

A blur whizzed past him, changing his momentum from up to across. Aang’s gaze left the shrinking fortress, finding that he was on a familiar dragon with a familiar rider.

“Roku!” He exclaimed in shock.

“It’s time you learned,” Roku replied. The dragon ascended, flying up into a layer of golden clouds above them.

Aang glanced about, spotting dozens of blue figures upon the clouds, watching the duo as they flew past.

“The Avatar State is a defence mechanism designed to empower you with the skills and knowledge of all the past Avatars. The Glow is the combination of all your past lives, focusing their energy through your body. In the Avatar State, you are at your most powerful. But you are also at your most vulnerable,” the past Avatar explained.

“What do you mean?” Aang asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

Aang was no longer on the dragon's back with Roku before him. Roku was now standing to his right. To his right was Kyoshi, and to Kyoshi’s right was Kuruk, whom Aang somehow knew was the one who had fought Koh. Avatar Yangchen, whom Aang knew from a statue at the Eastern Air Temple, was next, and so on, the cycle repeating down the golden cloud. 

“If you are killed in the Avatar State, then the Reincarnation Cycle will be broken,” Roku said, turning to face Aang. In rapid succession, the figures far off down the line disappeared into smoke. “And the Avatar will cease to exist.” The word had barely left Roku’s mouth when the fade reached him, leaving Aang alone on the golden cloud. 

Aang was once again on Dragon back, this time alone. He watched as the fortress below him came rushing up, his body still hilted into Katara as he filled her with his seed. Aang rejoined his body, and the glow ended as the last drop of cum spurted into Katara. Aang stumbled backwards, clutching his head as his flaccid dick withdrew from Katara’s well-used asshole. He collapsed down on all fours, reeling from the experience.

He looked around, seeing the wanton destruction he had caused. Stone disks thrust through buildings like they were nothing. The soldiers were scrambling to pull their injured out from under the rubble. Others began to cover the dead.

Aang folded into himself, shuddering in horror. Katara turned around, her body shaking slightly from the force that had just been thrust into her. She crawled over to Aang, putting her hands around him, her fat tits pressing into his back.

“I’m sorry, Katara,” Aang whispered, knowing full well he had abused her body again. “I hope you never have to see me like that again.”

Katara just held him close, putting her own depraved fantasies aside to embrace her friend.

“Ha!” A cruel laugh came. Both turned to see General Fung approaching, seeming completely unfazed as the cut on his chest bled profusely. “Are you joking?! That was almost perfect.” His hand came up, stroking his beard. “We just have to find out a way to control you when you’re like that. The whore’s ass seems like a good incentive.” 

Aang turned, anger on his face, “You’re out of your mind.” He said sternly.

Fung ignored him, clasping his hands together, “I guess we’ll figure it out on the way to the Fire Nation.” 

He clenched up, grunting. The general collapsed to the ground, blood running from the back of his head. Sokka stood behind him, covered in scrapes and cuts and dust, holding his club in his hand. “Anybody got a problem with that?” He shouted to the soldiers looking on at the strange trio. They all shook their heads.

Katara and Aang helped each other to their feet, tucking themselves back into their clothes.

One soldier stepped forward. “Do you still want an escort to Omashu?”

The trio exchange a glance, silently mulling over the option. Katara tucked her hands under her tits, pressing her nipples up and out of the thin tunic. “I think we’re all set.”

An hour later, they had packed up on Appa and departed, flying east towards their destination.

Azula gathered every single person at the resort, staff or otherwise. Once congregated, she held a piece of parchment aloft. Upon it were depictions of Zuko and Iroh, detailing their abilities and known allies.

“Anyone who harbours these traitors will be brought to my bedroom to be dealt with by me personally,” she barked to the crowd. 

For a moment, they were all silent.

“What?” Called a voice. “Are you kidding? That sounds like a prize!” 

“Yeah, just look at that ass!” Barked another sneering voice.

“You crazy? Check out those melons!”

“Who guys, she’s till the Fire Lord’s daughter,” a voice of reason called.

“Who cares?” A man snarled. “Let them take me to her bedroom, I’ll have this chick sucking me off in an instant.”

Azula sneered in anger as the jests from the crowd continued. She felt her cock twitch in rage, threatening to escape its flimsy cloth sack.

“Hey, Princess!” A voice called. “I’ve seen those guys! How ‘bout you take me to your room for interrogation! Hehe.”

Azula calmed herself, crossing her arms over her chest. With a huff, she motioned towards the man, “Guards, this man has intel on our targets. Bring him to my room as he says.”

One of her guards turned to her. “Princess Azula, this man is obviously joki-”

“Are you questioning my orders?” Azula asked, her hand going down to her crotch. 

“Yeah!” The man continued. “Do as your Princess Comma-”

His jeers were cut off as he gasped in fear. Azula’s throbbing cock sprang forth, leaping into the air. It pulsed and bucked angrily on her pelvis, a line of pre-cum shooting off it to splatter on the ground in front of the crowd. The man panicked as the guards grabbed him by the arms.

“What’s the matter?” Azula sneered. “You were so eager to come before.”

“I-I-I was only kidding, Princess!!” He shrieked. “I’ve never seen those guys!” 

Azula scoffed. “Oh well … now you’ve got me all aroused, just like you said you would. Time to finish what you started.” 

She marched off towards the boat after her new prisoner, her fat erection on proud display as she marched, her head held high.

On her way to her room, she stopped by the hold, looking in on the prisoner inside. She moved up to the bars, sticking her hard cock between them.

“Suck it,” She commanded. “It’s the last meal you’ll get before you arrive at the Boiling Rock.”

“Fuck you,” hissed Eeko, curled up in the corner of her cage. 

Azula sneered. “That’s what I have been trying to do. Alas, if you had just submitted like a good toy, you wouldn’t be here.”

She turned, leaving the nude and disgraced firebender alone in the dark at the bottom of the ship’s hold. 

Several miles away from the resort, Zuko and Iroh finally stopped. The path ran close to a river before turning away and disappearing further into the now normal green forest. Both collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

“I think we’re safe here,” Iroh panted. Both took a moment to calm their breathing, the rush of the moment, finally fading. 

Zuko reached back, pulling out the knife from his pocket. He studied it for a moment.

Never give up without a fight the inscription read. He reached up, taking his long ponytail in hand. The blade came up, cutting through it. He handed the knife to Iroh, studying the hair in his hand. Iroh took the blade, without hesitation, and the old general cut his top knot from his head. 

They held the bundles of hair out, dropping them into the river, letting their hair float away.