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“I can’t believe it,” he finally managed to croak out. They had spent all day lost in caves, only to be dashed. “I know the war has spread far, but Omashu always seemed … untouchable.”

We should have known with all the Fire Nation activity on the other side of the mountains Aang reflected, turning away, unable to bear the visage of a city that was like a second home to him, falling. His gaze returned, as if needing to reaffirm what he had witnessed.

“Up until now it was,” Sokka said softly. He folded his arms in front of his chest. “Now Ba Sing Se is the only Earth Kingdom stronghold left.”

“This is horrible,” Katara gasped. She walked forward, standing next to Aang. “But, we have to move on.”

“No,” Aang replied, suddenly full of resolve. He pulled forward, leaving Katara and Sokka behind. “I’m going in to find Bumi.”

“Aang, stop!” Sokka called. “We don’t even know if Bumi’s still-”

Fury was upon Aang’s face as he twisted around to face Sokka. “What? If he’s still what?”

Sokka inhaled, sensing the pain behind his friend’s angry words. “Alive.” He replied, hating himself for even thinking the Old King could be dead.

“I know you have your heart set on Bumi, but there are other people who can teach you earthbending,” Katara added.

“This isn’t about finding a teacher,” Aang replied. He turned away from Katara and Sokka again, towards the city. “This is about finding my friend.”

“Okay,” Katara relented, moving over to Aang yet again and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go find Bumi.”

Sokka grunted, resigned to the fact that he had been outvoted. They climbed aboard Appa, with the monk taking an unusual path. Rather than flying to dive bomb their way into the city from above, he banked Appa low near the base of the mountains that surrounded the city. Below the walkways into the city, Aang flew Appa along a narrow but long pathway, earthbent into the mountainside. Sokka and Katara were amazed at how well Aang knew the city. It didn’t take long for them to reach their target - A metal tube in the side of the stone wall.

“Put your ponchos on,” Aang ordered. He leapt from Appa, landing delicately on the exposed metal. He slammed the end of his staff into the small gap where the cover met the tube proper and pulled back. Sokka and Katara, now clad in their raincoats, slipped off of the floating Appa’s back.

“A secret passage?” Sokka exclaimed. “Why didn’t we just use this last time?” 

With a BANG! Aang pulled the cover free. Appa took off, flying to where Aang had told him to meet them, far too familiar with what came next. Sokka and Katara both recoiled from sight and smell as raw sewage water splattered out from the opening, spilling down the mountainside.

“Does that answer your question?” Aang asked. The monk leapt down, swinging himself inside. Sokka climbed in after him, nearly vomiting from the smell. Katara followed after him. Aang used his airbending to clear the way for himself, not get a drop of the literal shit on him. Katara followed behind with her waterbending. Sokka tried to stick as close to Katara as possible, but was occasionally bombarded by large waves on the side and chest. He coughed and retched at every hit as the smell assaulted his nose. The pipe bent upwards, turning into a climb. He found the water rising to his hips. A rogue movement from Katara sent one wave directly into his face.

Sokka howled in disgust, letting loose his lunch straight into the river of shit. Katara and Aang barely seemed to register, both still dry as dust.

It took them nearly two hours of climbing to reach the city, and by the time they emerged, the sun had set. Aang used his Airbending to lift the grate up, made of heavy stone meant to blend in with the street. He scanned the area, finding no one about. The monk leapt up into the air, followed by Katara and Momo climbing out.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought,” Katara commented, adjusted her poncho. The wet slapping noise of flesh on stone brought their attention around to see Sokka, covered in sewage, emerge from the hole. Momo chittered in shock at the creature that was supposedly Sokka lumbering towards them. Katara reacted quickly. Her eyes dashed to a barrel designed to catch rainwater.

 She pooled most of it up into the air, slamming it down on Sokka, washing off every inch of disgust from his skin and clothes. Aang followed suit with a swing of his glider, drying the man completely.

Sokka raised his head, looking at the duo. Two small pink bulbous creatures were attached to his face, five purple tentacles suctioned to his skin.

“Ahhh!” Sokka exclaimed, grabbing both in a hand. The creatures stretched as he pulled, stretching and stretching until they were as long as Sokka’s fully extended arms. “They won’t let go! Help!”

Aang leapt forward, tackling Sokka and slamming him into the wall behind them. “Shush!” He hissed. “Stop making so much noise! It’s just a purple Pentapus.”

Sokka still couldn’t help but give a high-pitched whine of fear. Aang reached up, rubbing his finger along the side of the creature, searching for the pressure point. His finger pressed into the membrane, and the tentacles curled back, releasing Sokka’s skin and leaving a mark of red lesions. Sokka followed Aang’s example, freeing his face. He rubbed at his skin; it felt raw.

“Hey!” A voice called.

The trio looked up to find a set of Fire Nation guardsmen approaching. Aang ducked behind Katara, with Sokka leaping to his feet directly next to her to provide the monk with more cover. He reemerged a moment later with his orange waist sash tied off around his head like a turban.

“What are you fucks doing out past curfew?” The guard growled.

“Sorry,” Katara replied with a smile. “We were just on our way home.”

The trio turned, walking away from the guards and further into the city. They exchanged glances, all preparing for a fight. Katara reached up under her poncho, uncorking her waterskin. Sokka’s hand brushed past the sheath of the machete on his leg, undoing the top strap to free the handle. Aang held his staff tight, preparing to gather the air around them.

“Wait!” The guard called.

All three froze, sharing another glance.

“What’s the matter with him?” The guard asked, pointing at the group. Katara turned around, her hand coming up to attack. However, her eyes followed the gesture, realising that the guard was not pointing to Aang, but to Sokka. Her head turned, noticing that some of the lesions had curled around to the back of the warrior’s neck.

“Uhhh … he has Pentapox, sir,” Katara replied. Her hands went to Sokka’s shoulders, pulling on her brother, turning him around to face the guards, showing off all the marks on his face.

The guardsmen approached, spear in hand. He leered at Sokka, trying to discern the severity of the marks in the night. His hand came up, moving to touch Sokka’s face.

“Ummmm,” Katara cut in, grabbing his arm. She knew a touch would reveal them to be no more than simple red marks on the skin. “It’s highly contagious.”

He recoiled his hand, but kept his eyes on Sokka. The Warrior gave his sister a subtle glance before looking up at the guard. He let his face fall to one of agony.

“Ahhh, it’s so awful,” he wheezed out, raising his hands, making them shake slightly as if he had chills. “I’m dying.”

“And deadly!” Katara added with a smile.

Sokka lurched forward, moaning and groaning in pain. His hands wrapped around his stomach, clutching them like he had taken a wound. The guard took several steps back, retreating to his companions.

“Hey, I think I’ve heard of Pentapox,” He stuttered out. His gaze turned to a Firebender standing by him, flanking his right shoulder. “Didn’t your cousin Chang die of it?”

Sokka took another step forward, starting a coughing fit and spraying spittle rather liberally through the air.

“We’d better go wash our hands,” The guard said. He glanced down, noticing the wet spots on his armour. “And burn our clothes!”

The three guards turned, rushing off into the night as Sokka continued to cough and spit. Once they were alone, he turned back to Katara and Aang, giving them a thumbs-up.

“Thank you, sewer friend,” Aang cheered, petting the Pentapus in his hand. Sokka and Katara pulled up the hoods of their ponchos. Aang closed up the manhole cover, and the four disappeared into the city like ghosts.

They climbed higher and higher, up the sharp steps that were everywhere given the city’s steep elevation. They avoided the patrols with ease, moving as one through the blackened city streets.

“Let’s find Bumi and get out of here,” Katara declared as they hid behind a stack of metal plates, waiting for a patrol to pass by.

The entire city was littered with construction equipment, and metal scaffolding was everywhere.

“Where would they be keeping him?” Sokka asked.

“Somewhere he can’t earthbend. Somewhere made of metal,” Aang replied, searching around the entire dark city. There was a mass of scaffolding up near the top of the mountain peak. They set out again, feet tapping against the new metal flooring of the city.

The night air aboard Azula’s flagship was filled with the moans and screams of a woman. Azula sat in her palanquin, stoic and unmoving. Save for her arms, which were pumping one of the cook’s on her ship up and down her rigid member as if she were a simple masturbatory device. Flanked on either side of the palanquin were Lo and Li, the elders sat quietly as Azula’s victims’ shrieks filled the air.

The princess’s fingers gripped tightly into the woman’s flesh, sharp nails cutting her skin. Her ship had docked for the evening, with the Elite Guards setting up a larger camp on the rocky shores of the Fire Nation-occupied Earth Kingdom territory they were in. The trail of her brother and uncle had gone cold rather quickly, and the futa princess was taking out her frustrations on her fifth victim of the night.

In fact, the entire cook staff had felt her wrath. Below her, down the ramp of her ship, were the other playthings, cast aside when she had reached climax. Three men and one more woman all lay naked and violated, cum leaking from nearly every hole they had. Azula slammed the woman down on her cock, coring her way up into her womb. The cook was a petite girl, short, not particularly curvy, and her breasts were two small mounds on her chest that barely bounced as Azula pumped her along the fat cock attached to the princess’s waist.

With a grunt, Azula hilted herself inside the woman. Her hands danced through the air. “Nooooo!” She cooed as boiling magma-like cum erupted into her cunt. Tears rolled down the woman’s face, her mouth opened in horror, tongue falling to her chin. She twitched and writhed on Azula’s cock as the Princess gave no more than a solitary grunt, unloading the last of her balls into her victim. Her hands gripped the woman’s hips hard, threatening to break bones.

“Is your mind clear now, princess?” Lo asked.

“Yes,” Azula grunted, slamming the woman down on her cock a few more times for good measure. “Proceed with your council.”

“When tracking your brother and uncle, travelling with the Royal Procession may no longer be an option,” Li began, not looking as Azula wiped her cock off with the woman’s long brown hair.

“May no longer be wise,” Lo added from the other side.

“If you hope to keep the element of surprise,” they both concluded.

Azula let out a sigh as she tossed her last victim from her palanquin. She slid down the ramp, joining her fellow kitchen staff. “You’re right,” the futa princess mused, letting her flaccid cock hang between her legs, “The Royal Procession is dead weight. If I want to catch my prey, I must be agile, nimble. I need a small elite team.”

Despite being completely drained, Azula’s cock gave a slight twitch of excitement at what the princess was thinking, pre-cum oozing from the tip. “It’s time to visit some old friends.”

The light of torches did little to illuminate the dark city. This left Mai’s mother, Michi, uneasy, but not Mai herself. The gothicc woman strolled through the night, her high heels rapping around the metal plating that her father was insisting on covering the entirety of the city with, black socks reaching up to her knees. Her pale hands were folded into the flowing red sleeves, which fell past her hands, concealing her needle and arrow launchers that were strapped to her wrists. Her meagre chest was also swallowed up by her black and dark red tunic, draping over her shoulders. A tight sash was tied off around her skinny waist, where her tunic split in half like a coat, leaving the scantest hints of her tight stomach showing. Her tunic was not long, ending only inches down her incredibly thick, pale thighs in the front and bunching up around her massive ass. Her crotch and ass were barely covered, A glorified pair of panties that Mai insisted were “short shorts” that started above her pussy and ended under it. The back of it was even less concealing, leaving over half of her massive cheeks spilling out. They clapped as she walked, making her body a cacophony of noise as her thunder thighs slammed together with every step. Her milk-pale legs were completely exposed, letting all of the guards around her ogle at her thick thighs. Her jet black hair was in two tight buns on her head with a straight line of bangs across her forehead, with two long bangs framing her sharp, bored face with pseudo-sideburns.

Four guards walked in front and behind Mai and her mother, who was carrying her baby brother Tom-Tom. They had been in the city for nearly two weeks now, and every night, Mai’s mother insisted on taking this walk with her daughter. She inquired as to how she was adjusting to the city.

“There really is no fathoming the depths of my hatred for this place,” Mai hissed without looking at her mother.

“Mai,” Michi shook her head. “Your father was appointed governor by Fire Lord Ozai herself. We’re like royalty here. Be happy and enjoy it.”

Her mother had brown hair, tied up tightly. The long flowing robes of red and brown hid her body, not a hint of her daughter’s curves, though their chests matched.

“I thought my life was boring in the Fire Nation,” Mai lamented, looking up to the night sky. “But this place is unbearably bleak. Nothing ever happens.”

She shook her head, ignoring the glare from her mother. They continued, moving past the old, rudimentary mail system the city was so well known for. There was a rumbling, stone on metal. Mai and the guards looked up into the night, searching for the source of the sound.

There was a gust of wind and a resounding CRACK. A massive dust cloud appeared on the layer above them. Three figures in the dark, two in dark blues, one in orange. The dust and smoke of the attack filled the area, starting to obscure their vision. Mai leered, spotting a man in yellow and orange, holding a wooden staff.

“It’s the resistance!” Michi shouted in terror, pointing up to the trio of people.

Finally, a fucking challenge Mai thought. Her arms pulled from her sleeves, sending a barrage of projectile senbon from the holsters strapped to her wrist.

The man in yellow and orange saw her, leaping into the air, clearing nearly ten feet to land on top of a pile of metal. Two of her shots found purchase, piercing the man’s legs.

An Earthbender! Mai thought But I didn’t see anything push him into the air…

The man howled in pain, reaching down and pulling the two senbon from his legs. He turned, leaping off the pile, sprinting away with his two companions.

Two of the guards scrambled up the ladders to the level where the three terrorists were. Mai followed, despite the shouts of protest from her mother, who was being escorted away by the other two guards.

Mai reached the top of the ladder just as the two guards before her were sent screaming over the edge. Her eyes were wide in surprise.

These guys are good She determined. She leapt up to the level they were on, her stiletto heels hitting the metal. One of the resistance, a woman with dark brown skin in a dark blue poncho, was standing, ready to fight. Mai threw her arms out, firing a round of arrows at her. Water spread along the metal floor in front of the woman, leaping up, freezing into ice and shielding her from the hits.

A Waterbender?! Mai realised, eyes wide in surprise Where the hell did she come from?

She pressed her attack, leaping up into the air to clear the ice shield. The waterbender turned, running off into the night away from Mai. Both women echoed in the night as their massive ass cheeks slammed together as they raced along the metal, which began to turn to stone beneath their feet.

The man in orange and yellow stopped, letting the thicc waterbender pass him. He gripped his staff, preparing to fight. Mai glanced up, spotting the scaffolding ahead of her that made up the distance between the two. The man swung around, tossing his body through the air. He threw himself downwards, pulling the scaffolding down with him. A gust of wind from the shift in structure blew past Mai’s face. The metal of the wall and floor didn’t budge or bulge, no signs of earthbending.

How strong is this guy? That was wood and metal! Mai hissed. She skidded to a halt, throwing her arm back and letting a throwing knife fly. It ricocheted off the collapsing structure, leaping up and flying at the man. He gasped, contorting himself to dodge the attack. The dagger dragged across his cheek, cutting it open and drawing blood.

He reached up to the cut, examining the blood on his hand before looking at Mai. She threw another volley of arrows.

The floor underneath the three sank away, swallowing them into the city before covering itself again.

Damn Earthbenders Mai hissed, now understanding why her father was covering every inch of the city in metal. She turned with a sigh, heading to check on her guards.

“Ty Lee, could that possibly be you?”

The voice was familiar. The acrobat scanned the world, upside down from her perspective. Her eyes settled upon her old friend. Princess Azula wore a sleeveless tunic of red silk, hugging tightly to her bust. The collar was high with yellow accents. A sash tied it together around her thin stomach, with the flare of the tunic ending above her hips, leaving her toned stomach on display. Ty Lee’s eyes went to the familiar, unmistakable bulge that sat in Azula’s crotch. A very thin, plain pair of light brown shorts covered her lower half, just big enough to contain the princess’s cock and balls. Red silk socks ran up to the princess’s knees, her feet covered by her typical shoes. 

Azula was staring at the acrobat. The extremely busty and short woman was doing a handstand on her pointer fingers. Her wide, innocent face contorted into a smile at the sight of her old friend. The acrobat’s smile hesitated for a moment as she watched Azula’s cock buck in its tiny breeches. The circus performer was completely nude, letting her pale skin soak up the sun’s rays. Her long, brown braided hair was resting on the grass, with her long hair hanging down towards the ground as well. Her thin, athletic legs were spread into a split, letting all who so much as glanced at the woman observe her pristine, tight, puffy pussy of an alluring pink. It glistened with slight arousal, Ty Lee loving the attention her nudity brought. Her thin hips matched her thin thighs, which had a slight gap between them, and ended with her completely flat butt. 

Of course, not a soul was staring at Ty Lee’s nonexistent ass. All eyes were hypnotised by the massive pale rack of tits on her chest. The two huge orbs dwarfed the acrobat’s head. Her nipples, two soft pink caps stiff on her soft tits, were nearly touching the ground as they hung from her chest. The round, soft tits were smushing against her chin with so much weight that Ty Lee couldn’t even bring her head up enough to properly meet the princess’s eyes.

“Azula!” Ty Lee cheered, pushing her head up between her tits, effectively giving her own head a tit job.

Ty Lee swung her legs forward, planting them effortlessly on the ground and righting herself. Her massive bust swung around, hitting her tight stomach with a thud. She spun around, having to plant her feet to keep the weight of her chest from pulling her around further. She dropped to her knees, her massive bust flying up at the sudden change in momentum, battering the acrobat in the face somewhat. Ty Lee bent as low as she could for a deep bow to the princess. She was still quite a ways off the ground; her tits could only get pressed into the ground so much. Ty Lee’s arms had to reach out around her fat chest to bow properly.

She’s filled out nicely Azula licked her lips, feeling her cock twitching. We should play that old game from our childhood.

Her hands flexed at her side, feeling the sweat on her brow. The princess bit her lip, imagining the acrobat beneath her, legs spread to let her fat pipe slide inside her ass hole. Azula drew in a breath, trying to contain her arousal, silencing her pleading cock.

You have a mission she reminded herself.

Ty Lee leapt to her feet, rushing over to her old friend. Azula was nearly thrown from her feet as Ty Lee’s fat tits met her own chest well before Ty Lee did. The acrobat’s arms wrapped around the princess as best she could, pulling Azula close as their chests pressed against one another, trying to find somewhere to go.

“It is so good to see you!” Ty Lee cheered.

Azula returned the hug, barely able to keep herself from digging her nails into Ty Lee’s back. Her cock bucked inside its tight container, the head poking out to leak pre-cum down Azula’s thigh.

Their hug broke, with Ty Lee pulling back to meet Azula’s eyes, holding the princess’s hand.

“Please,” Azula smiled. “Don’t let me interrupt your … whatever it is you were doing.”

Ty Lee smiled, throwing herself backwards, Azula’s cock drooled against her thigh as Ty Lee bent herself backwards. Her foot was planted flat on the ground, directly in front of her own head.  Ty Lee’s massive rack was pressed into the ground, spilling out generously in all directions. Her back was twisted into nearly perfectly O shape as her other leg stretched high into the air, flexing her muscles. All the while, Ty Lee was smiling, looking up at Azula. Her eyes darted for a moment down to the crotch of the princess.

Keep smiling Ty Lee reminded herself Azula likes your smile

“Tell me,” Azula began. “What is the daughter of a nobleman doing here?” Azula glanced around their environment.

A Fire Nation circus, currently touring the newly conquered territories of the southern Earth Kingdom. Nearby, two wranglers were trying to get a Platypus-Bear to move. The beast rose, revealing that it had laid an egg.

“Certainly our parents didn’t send us to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls to end up in places like this,” Azula continued, trying to keep cheer in her tone, despite being completely disgusted. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, looking down at Ty Lee. She could barely keep her eyes on the acrobat’s face. The smell of Ty Lee’s arousal was like flowers in a meadow. Her cock was at half-mast, shamelessly hanging down out of the tight brown shorts Azula was wearing. The princess bit her lip, rubbing her thighs together, trying to keep her composure. She was here on a mission. Pleasure, sadly, had to come second for the moment.

“I have a proposition for you,” Azula continued.

Ty Lee’s head was resting on her hands, feet dangling just above her forehead. The smile faded from her face as Azula spoke.

“I’m hunting a traitor. You remember my old fuddy-duddy uncle, don’t you?” Azula checked her nails, trying to keep her mind calm. She imagined running them down Ty Lee’s back as she cored out the acrobat’s ass. She swallowed, feeling the pre-cum pissing down her leg.

“Oh yeah!” Ty Lee chittered, now resting the soles of her feet on her head proper. She scratched and itched in her hair with her toes. “He was so funny.”

Azula turned back to Ty Lee, meeting her eyes. “I would be honoured if you would join me on my mission.”

“Oh!” Ty Lee stammered, looking away from Azula, refusing to even view her cock. It felt as if Ty Lee acknowledged it, that she would be taken right there and then. Like a bomb waiting to erupt if the hair trigger was disturbed. “I uhh … would love to.”

Ty Lee looked out across the field, fear beating wildly in her chest. She realised just how alluring her own current posture was, silently cursing herself for leaving her clothes in her tent. The acrobat unfurled herself, rising to her feet. Her hand went over her massive tit, pressing against where her heart was. “But … the truth is, I’m really happy here. I mean … my aura has never been pinker.”

She offered Azula a nervous smile. The princes put her hand up. “I’ll take your word for it,” She replied, crossing her arms. “Well . .I wouldn’t want you to give up what  you love just to please me.”

Ty Lee’s face broke for just a moment, pure shock on it.

Did … has she changed? Ty Lee pondered.

“Thank you, Azula,” she bowed her head, clasping her hands together.

The princess turned, wandering off. Ty Lee pulled her up, stretching it above her head in a vertical split.

“Of course,” Azula’s voice called. “Before I leave, I’m going to catch your show.”

Ty Lee’s hand gripped hard into her ankle, knuckles white. Fear ran up her spine, tears forming in her eyes. Ty Lee was so relieved she wasn’t facing the princess as her heart skipped several beats in her fat chest.

“Uhhh … yeah, sure,” The acrobat replied. “Of course.” 

Aang’s hand went to his face, feeling the cut he had just received. His eyes returned to their pursuer. She launched another volley of arrows at the group. The floor gave out from under him. Aang felt the lurch of motion as he dropped into the ground. The sound of stone rumbling overhead greeted his ears before the darkness came, and the opening above him closed.

The green glow of Omashu returned as the platform he was on hit the ground. The impact knocked Katara, Sokka, and Aang off their feet. All three rubbed their heads from the whiplash of motion. They were surrounded by dozens and dozens of citizens from Omashu. Civilians and soldiers alike, all glaring down at the group.

“Rolo!” Katara cheered, leaping to her feet. The earthbender smiled down at Katara, standing next to another Earthbender with a thick black beard.

“Katara,” Rolo laughed, smiling down at the Water Tribe bimbo. His fat pipe twitched in happiness, “What the hell are you three doing here?”

“We could have asked you the same thing, Katara got to her feet. “What’s happening?”

“This is an underground meeting place that we earthbenders set up,” declared the bender next to Rolo. “We meet down here in secret every night, every single citizen of Omashu, as we plan how to take our city back.”

The trio looked out into the room. It was a vast cavern of stone, carved by earthbending. There were some wooden platforms and scaffolding about, along with a detailed map of the city carved into the wall.

“You three thwarted our assassination attempt on the occupier’s wife and daughter,” the bender growled. “It would have been a critical blow to their morale!”

“By killing civilians?” Aang hissed, his knuckles stretching around his staff.

“You’ve seen what that fat-butted daughter is capable of; she’s not a civilian,” the bender replied.

“The mother was carrying a toddler!” Aang shouted.

Silence fell for a moment.

“How could Bumi allow for such a heinous attack?” Aang growled. “I want to speak to him.”

Aang’s demand brought silence amongst all in the room, staring up at Aang. Sokka and Katara glanced about, wondering what had caused the sudden silence.

“King Bumi is not here,” the bender replied. “The day of the invasion, we readied ourselves for battle. We were prepared to defend the city. To fight for our lives and our freedom.”

The bender turned away, rage clear on his face, fist clenched as he recalled the day.

“But before we even had a chance … King Bumi surrendered.”

Aang felt like he had just taken a stone thrown by Bumi himself to the chest; his legs were weak from the news. His face fell, disbelief clear on it.

“The day of the invasion, I asked King Bumi what he wanted to do,” the resistance leader continued. “He looked me in the eye and said, ‘I am going to do nothing’. And he started laughing.”

Rage filled his last few words, the ground around him trembling. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “It doesn’t matter now. Fighting the Fire Nation is the only path to freedom. And freedom is worth dying for.”

Aang looked away at the man’s words, glancing over the assembled crowd. Most of the conviction in their faces fell away, replaced with fear at their fearless leader’s convicted stance. Their reservations and anxiety were palpable, the entire room screaming out in silent terror. Aang looked back at the man, finding he was, in fact, completely blind to this trepidation amongst his followers.

“Actually,” the monk said softly, holding his staff tightly. “There is another path to freedom. You could leave Omashu. You’re directing all your energy to fight the Fire Nation, but you’re outnumbered. You can’t win. Now is the time to retreat so you can live to fight another day.”

The leader sneered, looking away from Aang. “You don’t understand. They’ve taken our home, raped our women, and we have to fight them at any cost!” He clenched his fists, gesturing through the air. Aang glanced at the field of people, once again finding silent fear soaking the population.

“I don’t know, Yalo,” Rolo finally spoke up, looking at his leader. “Living to fight another day is starting to sound pretty good to me.”

“Yeah, I’m with the Avatar,” spoke up the third man standing with them, dressed in civilian clothes.

Yalo looked out at the people watching them. They were murmuring, whispering and conversing about their new option. He let out a sigh, hanging his head low.

“Fine, but there’s thousands of citizens that need to leave. They use us for slave labour; we can’t exactly walk out the door. How are we gonna get them all out?” Yalo asked.

“Suckers!” Sokka suddenly exclaimed. Yalo, Rolo, Katara, Aang, Momo, and the citizen leader all looked at Sokka with confusion. Sokka pointed to his skin, still covered in the red spots. “You’re all about to come down with a nasty case of Pentapox!” 

Rolo bent himself, Aang, Momo, Sokka, Katara, Yalo, and the citizen leader (Bu Ran), up to the surface. 

“We have to hurry,” Rolo declared. “It’s going to take a lot of pentapi to get everyone sick.”

“With Katara’s Waterbending, it should take you guys no time at all,” Aang said.

He walked off, Momo perched on his shoulder.

“Aang, where are you going? The entrance to the sewers is this way,” Katara pointed out into the market behind them. Sokka, Bu Ran, Yalo, and Rolo were making their way towards the manhole.

“I’m not going with you,” Aang turned, looking at Katara. “I have to find Bumi.”

The Lemur-Bat on his shoulder reached up, her paw grabbing at Aang’s mouth. He reached up, grabbing her by the scruff. “Sorry, Momo, I’ll feed you later.” Aang leapt up into the air, bouncing off the ceilings of the nearby buildings, disappearing into the night. Momo swooped into the air, disappearing as well.

“Katara!” Sokka’s whispered hiss got her attention. “We can’t collect the squids without you.”

“Coming!” Katara exclaimed, turning to assist her brother.

The circus was alive with noise. Cheers from the rowdy, drunk crowd as they encouraged the performers. Two massive papier-mache dragons danced around the centre ring. They dove away, revealing the ringmaster. He was an older man, dressed in bright reds, yellows, and purples. His white hair was held in a tight ponytail on his head. His wispy goatee and thin moustache danced in the air as he addressed the crowd. Like many of the Fire Nation celebrations, it was adults only, featuring many sexual and lewd acts.

“We’re deeply honoured to have the Fire Lord’s daughter at our humble circus,” he addressed Azula directly. The princess was sitting in a special pavilion box they had assembled for her. Two Royal guards flanked her at either side. Azula relaxed in her chair, letting her flaccid cock enjoy the air. She had removed her brown, restrictive shorts, letting her full package rest on the seat she reclined in.

In front of her was the massive big top, a trapeze rope set up across the high curtains.

“You’re too kind,” Azula smirked.

The ringmaster turned to address the crowd. “On to the next act!”

They roared. He gestured towards the entryway for his gladiators. The spotlight, a flame reflected through a piece of glass, moved to follow his gesture. In walked Ty Lee, waving at the crowd, her bubbly face full of a smile.

She wore two long beige silk sleeves on her arms with a metallic gold headpiece framing her head. Her massive bust was contained under a similarly covered crop top, with a gold metal band around the top to keep it in place. Two metal bangles decorated her wrist as well. She glanced at her friend, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest as she waved at the crowd. A pair of high-waisted orange and beige shorts adorned her waist, riding high up into her crotch, leaving both of her flat cheeks completely exposed for the crowds. Once again, there was a metal band of gold to hold it up.

A stagehand dashed out from behind Azula’s pavilion, handing a piece of parchment to the ringmaster. He glanced down at it, assuming it was the line read for the next act.

“And now the Amazing Ty Lee will perform her balancing act while er … holding her breath?” His stage voice faltered as he stared at the parchment. He saw the next line, righting himself, putting the power back in his voice. “With the help of our Honoured Guest, Princess Azula!

He gestured to the princess. Azula rose, waving to the crowd.

Ty Lee’s face fell to fear, heart thudding wildly in her chest. “What? That’s no-”

“Part of the act?” Azula cut her off as she descended from her seat. “It is now.”

“Azula,” Ty Lee exclaimed as the princess walked over to her, her flaccid cock swaying back and forth on her form. Ty Lee brought her hands to her chest in fear, swallowing.

“I told you I’d attend your show,” the princess said. “Oh, did I forget to mention the part about me joining your routine? I wanted to know what circus life was all about. But I digress … we have a performance to put on! Maybe during it you can think about my earlier proposal!”

Her cock twitched and throbbed, sending a shiver of fear up Ty Lee’s spine. She turned, looking to the ringmaster, and he could only shrug. Ty Lee, choking back the fearful look on her face. She and Azula crossed the ground towards the ladder that led up to the tightrope Ty Lee performed on. They climbed in silence, reaching the wooden platform that the wire was secured to. Ty Lee glanced back at Azula. The princess’s cock was fully hard, arching into the air like a bowsprit, pointed up at her.

Shit! It’s even thicker than when we were teens Ty Lee recoiled in fear And longer too! Will she still be satisfied with just my mouth?

“You first,” Azula gestured out onto the rope. “Why don’t you show them that handstand you were practising earlier. Ty Lee nodded slowly. She threw herself forward. Her hands planted on the wood, legs high above her head. She had trained her body for years to be able to deal with these positions. It took longer for the blood to rush to her head than most, allowing her to maintain handstands and other contortions for longer. It was useful for a girl as top-heavy as Ty Lee. She placed her palms on the open rope, locking her arms as she shifted her weight out onto the tightrope. She backed up several feet, farther than she was comfortable with her current posture. Her chest bindings did their job, suspending her unbelievably large and heavy bust in the air.

Maybe she won’t follow Ty Lee silently pleaded.

Azula’s feet touched the tightrope, effortlessly following her friend out to the very middle for all to see. Her thick erection swayed and bounced with each step, huge globs of pre-cum dripping off it to the ground below. Azula stopped next to Ty Lee, waving to all the guests. They cheered at the sight.

“Wow, you’re quite popular,” Azula chuckled. “Although with a body like yours, I can see why. Speaking of.”

She turned her hips, presenting her cock head to Ty Lee. It was only inches from the acrobat’s mouth, close enough that she could smell it, leaving her feeling a bit light-headed. Her arms shook slightly, losing their rigidity, but she righted herself quickly, the fear of falling jolting her back to her senses.

“Don’t tell Mai, but your mouth was always my favourite,” Azula whispered. “Now, it’s like the ringmaster said, you have to hold your breath. And I’m going to help you.” Azula’s hands went down, grabbing Ty Lee’s head. The acrobat barely got out a gasp before Azula thrust forward. Her cock head breached Ty Lee's mouth, sliding far in and up her throat towards her gravity-defying stomach.

“Mmph! Nnh!” Ty Lee screamed around Azula’s cock, unable to draw in adequate breath before the penetration. It tasted as it had all those years ago, the lingering pungent taste that had never truly left the acrobat’s mouth. The smell of Azula’s cock hit Ty Lee’s head again, leaving her woozy still. Her lack of proper breath did not help as the tightrope buckled beneath her from the intrusion. Ty Lee screamed around Azula’s cock again, only considering the Princess to slide more of herself up Ty Lee’s throat, completely blocking it with her thick cock.

Ty Lee started to choke, retching on Azula’s cock. Spittle and drool flowed from her chin, soaking the member.

“Oh come now, Ty Lee, you used to be so good at this,” Azula clicked her tongue against her teeth, “I used to keep my cock in your throat for half the day! I’m sure it’s just muscle memory; it’ll kick in sooner or later.”

The princess began to piston in and out of Ty Lee’s mouth, making her cheeks bulge, as well as her throat. Ty Lee’s head was swimming, the slight feeling of arousal making her crotch ache high above her head.

Azula’s thrusts were expertly designed by the princess, just forceful enough to give the wire they were upon enough torque to keep Ty Lee from thinking she was safe, but not enough to put them in actual danger. While an experienced flyer like Ty Lee would have normally known this, the lack of air and intrusion in her throat were leaving her brain occupied, leaving her fear to overcome her.

Just keep swallowing, Ty Lee, relax your jaw, just like you used to. She’s right, muscle memory! Fuck….did it always taste so good? She wondered. Her eyes looked up at Azula. The princess’s eyes were upon Ty Lee, daggers at the acrobat. Ty Lee continued to choke on the cock, retching, filling the whole tent with her noises. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and the blood started to flow to her head.

She could feel the soreness in her arms mounting. An acrobat did not typically hold a pose for so long. Even if she was just meditating or doing yoga, Ty Lee would have changed her posture by now. Her legs were going numb, hanging uselessly in the air. Her hands were burning uncomfortably against the rope, all her weight balanced on her thin wrists. Her arms were smushing her fat tits together, desperately trying to keep her elbows straight lest her posture collapse. One of Azula’s hands left her head, reaching up to grope at her own breasts. The princess’s thrusts were getting more thrustful, slamming her crotch into her old friend’s face.

“Just like old times, right, Ty Lee?” Azula moaned. “Oh, this brings back memories.”

Azula's face was flushed with arousal as well. She saw the tears starting to stream from Ty Lee’s eyes, a bit of snot running from her nose as well. Her face was turning red, the blood flowing into her head. Azula’s cock twitched and bucked in Ty Lee’s mouth, making the acrobat retch and gag even more.

Fuck, if she cums now, it’ll all just fall back down my throat. I’ll either puke it all up or choke on it! Ty Lee realised. Her left arm was going numb. It was her lead hand, bearing most of her weight. She lifted it from the rope, trying to adjust. Azula’s hand on her head leapt up, snatching her wrist. Ty Lee's hand was forcefully pulled up and planted on the princess’s fat tit, made to knead and grope it.

“Wow! You’re right, Ty Lee!” Azula exclaimed, her cock bucking wildly inside the acrobat’s mouth. “I’m getting such a rush from this! I might join you, and we can do this every night! What do you say??”

Azula’s tongue leapt from her mouth, a heavy line of drool falling, splashing on her the red cloth covering her own tits.

I can’t breathe, Ty Lee wheezed, her head spinning. The smell of Azula’s musky cock was assaulting her brain. Her head was pounding from the blood flowing into it. Her right hand was burning with pain, her elbow starting to shake from being held straight with so much weight behind it for so long. She’d lost feeling in her feet and ankles, and the lower part of her legs were going numb as well.

“Or,” Azula’s voice cut through all the fog and fear. “You can come with me on my mission.”

“Okay! Okay!” Ty Lee screamed against Azula’s cock, her voice a gargled mess against the massive meta pipe in her throat.

“I can’t hear you!” Azula hissed angrily.

Her cock was soaked with spit, bubbles and saliva flowing freely from Ty Lee’s mouth, even dribbling out onto the acrobat’s fat chest.

“OKAY!” Ty Lee shouted, tears running down her face.

“Good girl,” Azula moaned. She released Ty Lee’s hand from her tit, letting the acrobat find her balance again.

“Now for the finish,” Azula hissed. Her hands grabbed Ty Lee’s head again. The acrobat screamed in fear around Azula’s cock, unintentionally starting what she was so afraid of. Her cock head erupted into Ty Lee’s stomach, quickly swelling the flat, pale skin with cum. Ty Lee gripped the rope tight, holding on for dear life as she felt the gallons of cum spurting into her stomach and splashing back down around the cock lodged in her throat. Cum began to spray out of her nose, running down and mixing with the spit on her tits. Dark spots were forming in the acrobat’s vision. The weight shift was enormous and quick, causing her hands to collapse. 

Azula released Ty Lee's head as she blacked out, falling over the edge of the rope.

Several in the audience screamed as Ty Lee fell, limbs hanging in the air like limp noodles. A few dribbles of spit and cum flew from the unconscious girl's lips. She hit the net, catching and cradling her. Azula arched her back, letting the last of her cum fly through the air, landing with a splat on Ty Lee’s body below, soaking her face in Azula’s seed. Her cock went flaccid on her crotch as the princess bowed on the tightrope, earning cheers and hollers from the crowd.

Katara, Sokka, Rolo, Yalo, and Bu Ran returned to the resistance an hour later, buckets of water filled with pentapi. They showed everyone how to apply the suckers to create their fake illness. Some others came to help, distributing the tiny pink and purple creatures among the large crowds. They’d have to work through the night to get everyone ready, but the conviction of citizens and soldiers alike was impressive.

Sokka was searching for the pressure point on a sucker on his arm when the familiar face of Hale approached.

“Hey, stranger,” the pixie cut girl smiled at him. Her brown hair stuck out in a dozen jagged directions. An oversized dark green tunic covered her svelte shoulders and small chest, but her massive hips and thighs were pressed against the tight fabric of her cream coloured breeches. Her hands were tucked behind her back as she smiled at Sokka, licking her lips.

“Hale!” Sokka smiled, greeting her with a hug. "It's so great to see you!”

“You too, stud,” Hale chuckled. “How’s the rest of the world been? Find any girls with as fat an ass as mine?”

Sokka chuckled softly, recalling the shape of Yue’s cheeks. He shook the memory from his mind, trying not to be too upset.

“Well, I have a friend who really wants to meet you. I told her all about you after you left, and we both agreed we’d like to thank you for helping us,” Hale chuckled.

“A friend?!” Sokka cheered, his cock quickly battering against her breeches, engorging in excitement.

“Yup,” Hale licked her lips, staring down at the familiar bulge, “I figured this time, without all the pretexts of Bumi’s challenges, we might get to enjoy it more.”

She grabbed Sokka’s wrist, turning to let the warrior ogle her massive ass cheeks. “C’mon!”

Sokka followed her old partner through the vast tunnels of the Omashu resistance, the walls lined with citizens preparing their sickness. They moved away from the crowds and around the corner. Hale stopped them at an unassuming wall, studying it for a moment. She reached up, knocking on it three times, pausing, then knocking twice more.

A section of the wall to their right dropped open, Earhtbent into a doorway.

Sokka and Hale ducked inside as the wall replaced itself. Inside was a series of red candles and green crystals, creating a strange light show.

“Fuck, he really is a stud,” the woman across from them said.

“Told you,” Hale chuckled.

Sokka’s cock beat against his breeches as he stared at the woman. She was completely nude, save for the conical hat of an Omashu soldier on her head. Her dark brown hair hung down to her shoulders, framing her sharp face. Her athletic legs were spread, showing off her soaking wet cunt. On her chest was a pair of fat, full tits, capped with perky pink nipples. Her arms were up on a bar of stone behind her, a very relaxed position.

“I can see why she doesn’t shut up about you,” the woman chuckled.

Hale crossed the room, crouching down to the woman. Their lips met for a kiss, with Hale cupping the woman’s face. It broke a second later, with Hale turning back to Sokka.

“Sokka, this is Ba Tovo, my girlfriend,” Hale smiled.

“Oh damn,” Sokka replied.

“Hale’s told me all about you,” Ba Tovo chuckled.“And I just had to experience it for myself.”

Hale nodded. “C’mon, Sokka, after all the fun we had, I know you’re gonna give Ba just as nice a treatment.”

“I aim to please,” Sokka smiled, reaching up to undo the clasps of his boomerang and machete holsters. They fell to the ground as he moved to undo his tunic.

Hale was watching with wide eyes, drool running down her lips.

“Hey,” Ba Tovo said. “Maybe you should get naked too, babe.”

“Oh shit, right,” Hale realised. She pulled her loose tunic up over her head, revealing her unimpressive chest. Sokka was down to just his breeches, holding the hem of them.

“Actually,” He said suddenly, “If you’re both so excited, why don’t you do the honours?”

Ba Tovo licked her lips. “I like this one.”

She leaned forward, her fat tits battering against her chest. Hale was nude now as well. Both women crawled across the floor over to Sokka, making his cock twitch and buck, a wet spot of pre-cum leaking onto his breeches.

“Fuck, it’s so thick,” Ba Tovo said, getting a closer-up view. “And you swallowed it?”

“Every inch!” Hale chuckled. “He spent nearly a full day with that fat pipe buried in one of my holes. Even without geminate, he’s got the endurance of an Ox-Mule! The cock of one too!”

“I need to see it,” Ba Tovo’s declaration was shuddered and desperate, her hands going to the top of his breeches. pulling them down quickly. Sokka’s mocha member sprang free, leaping up between the two girlfriends’ faces. Both shuddered in response as the heavy cock came to rest between them, their eyes completely fixed on it.

“It’s so thick!” Ba Tovo exclaimed, her hands reaching up to hold it. “And those balls, no wonder you fucked all day, how could you ever drain them?”

Sokka smirked in satisfaction, his ego inflating wildly as he ignored how Hale had basically given him stimulants for performance in the form of a geminate cock-ring. Hale’s hand measured Sokka’s nuts, squeezing and holding them up.

“Just as full as last time,” she smiled. “Fuck, I know I said I’d let you lead, but I don’t think my ass can wait; it needs to feel him inside it again!”

“No way!” Ba Tovo exclaimed. “I haven’t even gotten to so much as taste it! He’s mine first.”

“Ladies, ladies,” Sokka’s confident voice filled the air. His crossed arms unfolded, going to their heads. “There’s plenty of Sokka to go around.”

He pushed them both forward, sending their heads crashing together. The girlfriend’s collided with each other and Sokka’s cock, their lips sealing around the sides as they made out around the warrior’s thick dick. They moaned in unison, hands reaching up to start groping at each other and Sokka’s shaft. Ba Tovo’s hand went to the foot or so of cock that was extending out past their mouths, Hale’s hand to his nuts. The busty earthbender’s hand went to her girlfriend’s crotch, playing with her cunt. Hale moaned at the touch, her own hand reaching out to start groping Ba Tovo’s massive tits. Their lips were sealed around his cock, spittle leaking out to coat his massive shaft. Sokka’s hands gripped their hair, pulling and tugging playfully to encourage them to keep going. Slowly, the couple began to slide their lips down his shaft, coating it in more spit. Ba Tovo’s hand began to spread the saliva around his shaft, stroking his entire length.

Sokka’s cock bucked between their mouths, pre-cum leaking from the tip, drooling down to the floor. Ba Tovo’s hand wrapped around the tip, washing her fingers in the pre-cum, using it to lubricate him further. She shuddered as her tongue lathered up his cock, the taste so alluring she could barely pull herself back. Finally, she did, looking up to Sokka, her tongue hanging from her mouth, face flush with arousal.

“I’m sucking it!” She declared, looking down at Hale. “You said I could have it first.”

Hale smiled. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re being greedy.”

Ba Tovo reached up, pushing the conical off her head, the knot of it catching as it fell around her neck. “Fuck my throat!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Sokka chuckled. He pulled Ba Tovo up by the hair, positioning her right in front of his thick cock. His huge cock bucked in the air as she stared at the shaft, unable to resist its siren’s call. Her mouth hung open, tongue soaking her chin in drool. Sokka thrust forward, burying his cock down Hale’s girlfriend’s throat. He grunted as he felt the warm, wet pleasure of her tight throat squeezing on his member.

“Take it, slut!” Sokka grunted.

“Fuck yes,” Hale moaned, squeezing Sokka’s balls in her hand. “Fuck that stupid slut’s throat!”

Ba Tovo’s eyes opened, looking at Hale. The thicc woman’s face was a wild expression of arousal, a cruel smile on her lips. “Fuck her throat, Sokka. Make my girlfriend your cum dump.”

Hale’s free hand went to her twat, playing with her puffy, dripping pussy as she watched the massive Water Tribe dick that had once cored her out reshape her girlfriend’s throat. Sokka pulled tightly on Ba Tovo’s hair, making the busty bender sit up slightly. He thrust forward, slamming his entire cock into her throat and stomach. His nut sack swung up, battering her throat. Spittle flew from Ba Tovo’s lips as she moaned around Sokka’s member. The Water Tribe warrior grunted as he pistoned his member in and out of her mouth. His face contorted in pleasure as he pounded her throat.

“Fuck, yes,” Hale moaned as her fingers continued to work herself. “She’s just a little fucking slut sleeve! A hole! A cum dump! Make her your dick’s fucking cum toilet!”

Ba Tovo moaned as her girlfriend degraded her. One of the busty woman’s hands came up, grabbing at Hale’s own small lump of a tit. She squeezed it, earning a moan from Hale as the thicc woman’s face went flush with arousal.

“F-fuck, I’m surprised you have the strength for that,” Hale moaned. “S-Sokka, fuck this slut’s throat ‘till she passes out!”

Sokka paid Hale’s request little mind, already thrusting hard into Ba Tovo’s face. The busty bender’s eyes met Hale’s staring at her lover as the cock slammed into her mouth. She let out a moan as she groped Hale’s chest, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Hale swore. “You look so good when you’re being used like a fuck sleeve.”

Ba Tovo moaned at the degrading compliment, feeling her core clench in arousal.

“Oh, your cock looks so good in her throat,” Hale moaned. Her hand left Sokka’s balls, leaping over to Ba Tovo’s throat. “Here, let me help!”

She squeezed around her girlfriend’s neck, feeling Sokka’s thick cock pistoning up and down inside. Hale began to stroke her vice-like grip on Ba Tovo’s throat as if she were jerking off Sokka. The warrior could feel the extra stimulation. Ba Tovo’s face was bright red from the lack of air and sheer arousal of the violation of her body. Tears streamed down her face as she moaned and gurgled around Sokka’s cock. Spittle flew from her lips in bubbles, pooling down onto her tits.

Sokka could feel his orgasm mounting, balls churning up a thick load. He released Ba Tovo’s hair, pulling his spit-soaked cock from her throat. The bender retched, gulping down air as a torrent of spit and pre-cum spilt from her lips onto her fat tits.

“What the fuck, Sokka!” Hale exclaimed, looking up at the warrior. Sokka didn’t reply with words. He pushed Hale to the ground, spreading her legs. With a single, swift thrust, he penetrated her soaking wet cunt, slamming his cock head up into her womb.

Hale screamed in pleasure, her cunt tightening around his cock as she came hard.

“Oh fuck,” Ba Tovo moaned, observing the massive bulge in her girlfriend’s body. Sokka held the thicc girl’s legs out, gripping her thick thighs. He thrust into her, grinding his crotch in hers as he pistoned in and out of her. Hale’s entire form shook and bounced in tandem with the thrust, her arms curling up to her chest.

“Fuckkk,” Hale moaned, her eyes rolling up into her head. “It’s thicker than I remember!” 

Sokka grunted as he continued to reshape Hale’s cunt with his dick, the thick member bucking inside her as it sprayed blast after blast of pre-cum.

“He’s so close,” Ba Tovo moaned to her girlfriend. “I can see his balls churning a fat load.”

“I’m gonna fucking cum inside your girlfriend,” Sokka grunted. “She’s my cum dump, I decided that long ago, right, Hale?”

“Yes!” Hale moaned. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m your cum dump!”

He turned and looked at Ba Tovo. “You can eat my nut out of her cunt, trust me, there’ll be plenty for the both of you. Sound fair?”

Ba Tovo nodded her head rapidly.

“Good,” He grunted. “Here it cums, Hale!”

“He’s cumming inside meee~!” Hale exclaimed, her voice reaching a shrill pitch. Her eyes snapped shut, back arching as her cunt clenched around him again. Squirt sprayed from her twat, splattering across Sokka’s chest. Hale’s stomach inflated rapidly as Sokka dumped his nuts into her. Despite filling up Kyono all day in the cave of two lovers, the warrior had enough in the tank for another blast after this one died down. His fingers dug deep into Hale’s thick thighs, disappearing into her skin.

With a final grunt, he pulled himself out, getting back to his feet. Ba Tovo scrambled to take his place. Her lips met Hale’s, licking her raw twat. The squirt and cum mixed on Ba Tovo’s tongue as she began to eat all that was leaking out of her girlfriend’s cunt.

Ba Tovo froze as she felt something heavy and wet slap against her meagre butt. She turned her head to find Sokka behind her, his fat cock resting on her tiny, round butt.

“Are you gonna fuck me in the pussy, too?” Ba Tovo asked.

“Nope,” Sokka replied. “I don’t want Hale thinking she has the market cornered on Earth Kingdom anal.”

He pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her asshole. Ba Tovo let out a gasp as Sokka aligned his cock with her back door. He looked up at her.

“Keep eating Hale out,” He ordered.

“Yes,” Ba Tovo turned, burying her mouth into Hale’s leaking twat again. Sokka pushed his cock into Ba Tovo’s asshole, finding it resistant for a moment. A second later, it expanded, swallowing inch after inch of his cock as he plunged into her. Ba Tovo moaned into Hale’s cunt as she felt Sokka’s seemingly endless cock sliding up into her guts. Sokka’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he began to piston his cock in her tiny ass. Her stomach protruded with a bulge as Sokka’s fat cock head slammed itself deep inside her. The warrior slammed his pelvis into her ass, making her fat tits bounce upon her chest.

Sokka could feel his second orgasm of the night already mounting, his cock bucking and twitching wildly inside Ba Tovo’s guts. His hand came up, spanking her small ass hard, making her moan again.

“Yes, keep fucking coring out her slutty ass!” Hale moaned.

Sokka grunted, losing the battle against his balls as his orgasm was rising. Ba Tovo’s fingers were in her cunt, hand reaching back past her own twat. She continued to suck and slurp the cum from Hale’s pulsing twat, revelling in the taste.

“Take it, slut!” Sokka grunted as he unloaded into her guts. Ba Tovo purred against Hale as her stomach began to inflate, Sokka emptying the literal last of his nuts into her. His deflating cock twitched inside her ass as he filled her. Ba Tovo screamed as her cunt clenched, drooling several thick strands of grool onto the dirt. Hale’s thick thighs slammed into Ba Tovo’s head as she came, spraying her squirt directly down Ba Tovo's throat, filling her from both ends.

Sokka collapsed backwards, his flaccid cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

“Shit,” he panted.

“Oh fuck,” Hale panted, releasing Ba Tovo from her thick thighs. The fat-titted bender crawled up to Hale, locking their lips together again.

“You’re so swollen,” Ba Tovo moaned. “There’s so much cum in your cunt.”

“I could say the same about your ass,” Hale moaned. The two women caressed each other’s bloated stomachs.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Katara’s shrieks were barely contained in her own hidden chamber. The Water Tribe slut bounced wildly up and down on Rolo’s fat cock as it cored its way up into her ass. Her fat cheeks bounced and jiggled as she clapped down on Rolo’s toned body. Katara’s breasts were squeezed tightly around Bu Ran’s own thick cock. He was holding it in place, allowing Katara to use the momentum of her bouncing on Rolo to pump her fat tits along the shaft. She was soaked with sweat as she used her two best features to pleasure the two.

“C’mon, Yalo, we’re celebrating!” Rolo grunted, looking up at his commander, sitting in the corner of the room, unimpressed.

Katara had asked for a quick aside with the leaders, requesting Rolo open them a quiet room far away from the people. The guard of Omashu had quickly realised what the Water Tribe slut had wanted, agreeing to help. Yalo had been less than impressed by her proclivity, choosing to sit and watch so as not to let out shrieks of pleasure into the halls and disrupt people.

“We’re trying to get thousands of citizens, women, children and the sick and old, out of this city and out from under the tyranny of the Fire Nation. They might just burn us all alive tomorrow. And once we’re out, where do we go? Thousands of people just living off the land?”

Rolo’s hands clasped Katara’s fat ass, thick fingers digging in her fleshy hips. He thrust up into her as she came down, hilting himself to the base inside her.

“There are dozens of villages and smaller cities nearby that we can divide our people amongst whilst we start moving east,” Rolo grunted as Katara grinded her massive ass on his crotch.

“SO THICK!” Katara moaned. Her head fell forward, looking down at Bu Ran’s long cock sticking up between her tits. Her head leaned forward, swallowing the tip as she pumped her fat tits along the shaft.

“You’re not thinking straight, all your blood is in your cock to pleasure this whore,” Yalo grunted. “We need to think of all this before we leave tomorrow, Rolo.”

“I trust the Avatar,” Rolo grunted, fighting back his orgasm. “And I trust that Avatar’s whore!” 

He thrust up into Katara. The bimbo pulled her mouth off the cock.

“I AM A WHORE! I’M A WHORE! I’M A WHORE!” Her face contorted in pleasure, eyes shut as she basked in the feeling of Rolo’s cock in her ass. “I’M CUMMING!”

Her cunt clenched, flooding the floor with gallons of gushing squirt as her body convulsed around the cock inside her.

“Fuck!” Bu Ran shouted. His cock erupted, splattering his load across Katara’s face, painting her entire face white and getting into her hair. Her shoulders and tits were coated as well. Katara’s head rolled back in pleasure, eyes fluttering as her brain exploded in an array of pleasure inside her own skull.

“FUCK!” Katara moaned. “I LOVE CUM!”

Yalo rose, having had enough. “I’m going to start drafting up travel columns.”

“Suit yourself,” Rolo said, watching the man exit.

Katara turned, blinking her cum coated eyes at Rolo. “He needs to cum.”

“No, he’s just got a lot on his mind. Fucking you won’t change the need for a plan,” Rolo admitted.

Katara chuckled. “Fair, but writing a plan simply means you’re not fucking me.” She twerked her massive ass on Rolo’s cock. Her head turned back, finding Bu Ran still hard.

“Ooooh, “She cooed, reaching out to stroke his shaft. “For me?”

Bu Ran’s hand went into her cum soaked hair, forcing her head forward. She yelped as his long cock penetrated her mouth.

“All for you,” he growled as he thrust himself up into her mouth, holding her head down. Her fat tits began to clap together as Rolo resumed thrusting up into her fat ass. Katara moaned in pleasure as she was stuffed from both ends. Her hands went to the inches of cock not inside her mouth, stroking them, using the cum from her chest as lube to allow her hands to slide along the pipe better. Her lips were sealed tight around the dick, letting it slam down into her throat as Bu Ran face-fucked her. She yelped as Rolo planted a heavy spank on her ass.

“I’m getting close,” Rolo grunted.

Katara moaned against Bu Ran’s cock, bucking wildly in her throat. Her tongue slipped out from her lips, lathering up his cock and tasting the cum she had spread around his shaft. Her fat tits continued to bounce and clap together, filling the air with noise.

“Take it!” Rolo grunted. Katara let out a long, low moan as her nude stomach began to swell with seed. Her hand left Bu Ran’s cock to caress her swelling gut. She felt Rolo’s cock bucking inside her as it painted her insides.

“Fuck!” Bu Ran swore.

Katara’s eyes went wide as she felt the cock in her throat buck, spraying his second load in quick succession down into her stomach, swelling her guts even more. The Water Tribe bimbo froze, her entire mind focused on her swelling stomach. After a moment, Bu Ran pulled out, his deflated cock hanging between his legs. Katara rolled forward, pulling Rolo’s deflated cock from her ass.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Too bad we don’t have any geminate.”

It was dawn. Aang had been searching the city all night, looking high and low, sneaking in and out of several Fire Nation buildings. He leapt across building tops. He paused, hearing the mechanical sound of whirring. His face contorted, wondering who was working so early in the day. He followed the sound, finding a crank wheel and a familiar beast.

“Flopsy!” Aang exclaimed, dropping down into the pit, rushing over to the beast. The Goat-Gorilla turned, a smile on its face as it saw Aang. The massive arms spread wide to embrace the Avatar, but the beast was held in place by a chained collar around its neck. Aang leapt into the air, flying over Flopsy to examine the chain. The heavy black iron was locked to the massive wooden beam that the metal crank that Flopsy was being forced to work rotated. Aang looked up, spotting some water in the small trough they had given the Goat-Gorilla. Aang bent the water up and over, surrounding the lock and freezing it. He swung his staff down, shattering the metal. He turned to find familiar grey arms embracing him. Flopsy hugged Aang tight, licking the man with its coarse tongue to show appreciation.

“Come on, Flopsy,” Aang smiled. “You gotta help me find Bumi.”

The Goat-Gorilla put Aang down on the stone floor. Aang climbed up onto the beast’s back. “Yip Yip!”

Flopsy sat perfectly still.

“Oh … I guess that doesn’t work with you,” Aang realised, putting his finger to his chin. “Uhh … Let’s go!”

Flopsy dashed off, racing through the city, nearly leaving Aang behind.

The Fire Nation soldiers of the city were all reporting the same thing that morning. The citizens were nowhere to be found.

“Damn it, how could the resistance have gotten out of the city?” The Captain of the Guard wondered, “There’s no way they could Earthbend a bridge for people out of the city without us knowing.”

“Sir, I see people!” A fellow guard called. “Lots of them!”

The Captain of the Guard turned.

A lethargic wave of green emerged from around every corner, from every alley, filling the massive open area between the city proper and the walls. The moans and groans of the people filled the air as a single loud sound, swallowing up all others. They lurched forward, their skin covered in red lesions. The troops on the ground began to fall back as thousands of citizens filled the area.

“Plague!” one soldier shouted. “Plague!”

They retreated as an alarm sounded. Soon, the entire city was overrun with the noise. The Fire Nation soldiers retreated to the top of the walls, closing the entrances to ensure they weren’t followed.

High above, in what used to be Bumi’s Royal Palace, Governor Ukano, his wife Michi, daughter Mai, and baby son Tom-Tom watched the gathering figures far below. The sound of alarm bells reached their ears.

“What the hell is going on down there?” He asked, gripping the railing of the deck as he gazed down upon his city. Mai let out a yawn as she munched on the food in her bowl.

“I saw some kids yesterday who were sick with Pentapox,” the guard behind him explained. “It must have spread.”

“Pentapox!” Ukano exclaimed. He brought his hand to his chin, repeating the word in his mind. “I think I’ve heard of that. It’s deadly, isn’t it?”

The guard nodded.

“Oh, this is terrible,” Michi shook her head. “I’m gonna take Tom-Tom inside, we don’t know if it spreads through the air.”

Michi turned, leaving the overlook.

“What should we do?” The guardsmen asked.

Ukano stroked the grey hair on his chin, mulling over his options.

“Drive them out of the city,” He decided. “But don’t touch them. We have to rid the city of this disease. They can die in the hills.”

The guardsmen nodded, moving off to relay the message to the gates.

“Fire flakes, Dad?” Mai asked, offering the bowl to her father.

Lichi nuts. Momo drooled as she leered at them through the open window. In a flash, the Lemur-Bat was across the room, dining on the absolute buffet of her favourite meal. She spat the seeds out in rapid succession; they scattered on the ground nearby. She continued to gorge herself on the nuts, sitting on the edge of the table, her tail swaying back and forth in excitement.

Two hands, small and clammy, grabbed her tail, making Momo shriek. She was pulled from the table with a yank, slamming her furry chest into the ground. The Lemur-Bat turned her head to find a human baby smiling at her, holding her tail with an iron grip. Momo scrambled to her feet, digging her claws into the carpet, yanking herself away from the baby. She scampered out the open window, up onto the railing of the deck. She took a moment, looking around the city, filled with groans and moans of humans far below.

The sound of giggles brought her head around again. The baby had somehow gotten up onto the railing and was approaching, smiling widely. Momo recoiled, leaping into the air and flying away. The baby tumbled over the railing, cheering as it slid down the roof like a ride. Momo circled high in the air, watching as the gates of the city opened. From high above, she could see Katara and Sokka leading the people of the city out, noting that was where she’d need to return to later. Her eyes caught something else. A sliding crate like the ones from their last visit, filled with lichi nuts. Momo swooped down, landing in the container, once again beginning her feast.

She heard a giggle. Her head turned, watching as the human baby dug himself from the lichi nut pile, smiling up at the Lemur-Bat. The baby’s little hands went up, grabbing Momo’s tail again. Momo shrieked, her fur standing on end as she leapt into the air, beating her wings hard as she ascended, the baby, somehow, holding on. Momo glided through the air, despite the added weight, flying down to the crowd of people being drilled from the city. She and her unwanted companion splashed down, tumbling across the stone.

She got up, flying off to find Katara and Sokka, leaving the baby to stumble behind all the “sick” of the city. 

Governor Ukano gripped the railing tightly. It was dark now. They had spent the entire day driving the sick from the city. Only when the dust had settled did they realise no citizens were left. All the same, he ordered his soldiers to begin disinfecting their barracks as well as large swathes of the city. The news had hit him like a stone. He felt sick, ready to puke. His wife was weeping beside him, consoled only by their daughter offering a tissue.

“So … the resistance has kidnapped my son,” Ukano growled. “Everything is so clever, so tricky. Just like their King Bumi.” He pulled his fist to his chest, rage in his heart.

“What do you want to do, sir?”

Ukano pondered it for a moment. He looked off into the mountains, spotting rising smoke. “They haven’t gotten far. Send a messenger hawk,” he ordered. “We’ll make a trade. Their king for my son.”

“Yes, sir,” The guard nodded, turning and leaving. As he did, another guard rushed up.

“Sir, we have visitors!” He declared. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Azula, has come.”

Mai’s heart skipped a beat, her hands dropping to her side, eyes going wide with fear at the words.

What the fuck is she doing here?! Mai wondered.

“The P-Princess?” Ukano asked. “Shit, why now?”

“I’ll handle this, Dad,” Mai declared, crossing the stone deck towards the guard. “You focus on Tom-Tom.”

She’s here for me. There’s no other reason for her visit Mai thought. She swallowed the fear rising in her chest; her throat was suddenly dry. She followed the man through the elaborate palace, each step of her high heels feeling like a climactic clash with the ground. Mai suddenly felt numb, her heart slamming against her tiny chest.

Azula … Azula … fuck, what the fuck she was panicking. A familiar taste was in the back of her mouth, only further putting the gothicc girl on edge.

Mai went to a different outlook, lower down and on the far side of the palace her family was occupying. She ordered Azula to be brought to her, silently hoping that she could try to exert some control over her old friend. A few minutes later, the guards returned, announcing the arrival of Azula and another, unexpected companion.

Mai’s eyes glanced down to her old friend’s crotch for just a moment, watching as Azula’s fat, soft cock bounced in the extremely thin brown shorts she had on for bottoms. Her tunic was sleeveless, hugging her curves and decently sized bust.

Mai put her hands together, bowing as Azula and Ty Lee approached.

“Please tell me you’re here to kill,” Mai said, half joking.

She looked up, meeting Azula’s eyes. The princess smiled, chuckling at her friend’s joke. Mai relaxed a bit. Azula seemed softer. They embraced with a tight hug, Azula’s hand squeezing Mai’s fat ass. She could feel Azula’s cock buck against her thick thighs. The beast wasn’t tamed, only asleep.

“It’s great to see you, Mai,” Azula smiled. Their embrace broke. Mai turned to the busty woman. Ty Lee rushed forward, wrapping her hands around Mai, nearly throwing the gothicc girl off her feet from the impact of her absolutely gargantuan tits.

“I thought you ran away to join the circus,” Mai said softly as her pale hand embraced Ty Lee, her black nails clashing against Ty Lee’s bright pink crop top. “You said it was your calling.”

“Well … Azula called a little louder,” Ty Lee chuckled, trying to hide the discomfort. Their eyes met, and in an instant, both friends recalled the years of their youth. Mai knew at once that Azula was still the same. Her eyes glanced at the princess’s crotch, the fat pipe that had tormented her and Ty Lee for years.

Mai chuckled. She turned, walking over to the railing, gazing out into the city.

“I’m so glad to see you guys,” Mai admitted. “This city is sooo boring, Azula.”

Azula put up her hand, ordering Ty Lee to stay silent. The Princess reached up, undoing the sash of her tunic, removing it entirely, leaving her topless. Her pink nipples were stiff on her chest.

“I’m glad to see you too, Mai, looking as good as ever,” Azula licked her lips, watching as Mai’s fat ass bounced and swayed slightly with her subtle movements. The princess’s hands went to her tight brown shorts, freeing her half-hard cock, letting it droop down between her own thick thighs. Ty Lee’s face contorted into fear and worry, swallowing, knowing that if she made a noise, she’d feel Azula’s wrath.

“You know,” Azula continued, approaching Mai slowly. “If you’re bored, we could always play our favourite childhood game … you know the one.”

“Which one?” Mai asked, her fingers gripping the stone railing.

“The one with my cock in your mouth, silly,” Azula chuckled.

“Oh…” Mai felt her heart skip a beat. The beast was awake. “I think we might’ve outgrown that game, Azula.”

The princess clicked her tongue against her teeth, “So true, Mai.” Azula grabbed Mai, pulling her across the overlook and up against the stone wall. Ty Lee yelped, her hands covering her face. Azula pinned one of Mai’s hands up against the wall, the other stroking the gothicc girl’s chin.

“Ow!” Mai exclaimed, her eyes wide with fear.

“So how about I put it in your pussy for once,” Azula growled. Her cock bucked into the air, pressing against the small exposure of Mai’s stomach.

Mai's face was flushed with fear. “Azula!” She exclaimed. “You know I’m saving that for Zu-”

Her words were cut off as Azula’s hand wrapped around Mai’s throat. “A traitor to your Nation? I think I’m far more deserving, don’t you? Besides, I took Ty Lee when we were teens, it's only right I take yours too.”

Mai drew in a haggard breath, her eyes dashing to Ty Lee. The acrobat could do nothing, simply shaking her head, trying to tell Mai not to resist. Azula released Mai's hand, reaching down to Mai’s shorts. With a quick yank, they were on the stone floor, coiled around her high heels. Azula yanked Mai by the neck, throwing her down to the ground. Mai landed on her face, massive ass and wet pussy up in the air.

“You should be honoured to have your virginity taken by royalty, no matter who it is!” Azula growled, her tongue licking her hungry lips as she growled at Mai. Her hand came down, planting a heavy spank on Mai’s fat ass. Azula sank to her knees, pressing her cock against Mai’s truly virgin-tight snatch. Mai moaned as she felt Azula’s cock head pressing against her lips. She looked up at Ty Lee, standing frozen, watching it all unfold.

Azula pressed her cock head into Mai’s twat, finding her soaked pussy tough to penetrate.

She really is a virgin, surprising Azula thought. She pulled her cock back, the head soaked in Mai’s pussy’s drool. Her hand went to Mai’s ankle, holding the gothicc woman still. She thrust forward, slamming her cock head into Mai’s cunt.

With a bit of effort, Azula’s cock pierced Mai’s cunt, making the gothicc woman moan as her cunt was violated for the first time.

I’m sorry, Zuko She thought, her mouth open in a silent scream, drool running from her mouth. One of Mai’s eyes fluttered shut as her brain was assaulted with the fresh feeling of sex, completely foreign to her. The princess’s hand came down, spanking her friend’s ass hard.

“See, doesn’t this feel so much better than what my limp dicked brother could have done?” Azula howled, drool running from her lips onto Mai’s fat ass. “Doesn’t your pussy feel so complete to be stretched by my royal futa cock? A real royal cock!”

Mai moaned, unable to deny that the feeling of Azula’s cock stuffing her pussy was pleasurable to some degree.

“You should feel honoured, like I said, Mai,” Azula grunted. “Unlike most, I don’t just let anyone lose their virginity to my royal cock!”

She spanked Mai’s ass hard, thrusting deep into her friend. “Say thank you.”

“Uhmph!” Mai moaned as she felt Azula’s cock head hit her cervix. She swallowed her pride, knowing from experience it was easier to go along with Azula when she got like this. “Thank you.”

Azula spanked her ass again, leaving a massive red welt. She thrust in hard again, battering Mai’s virgin cervix. “Louder!”

“Thank you!” Mai moaned, her face flush with arousal. Her cunt was drooling on the stone as Azula’s cock relentlessly brutalised her previously virgin twat.

Ty Lee watched silently, feeling her core clench with a masochistic arousal. Years of torture under Azula had left Mai and Ty Lee both conditioned to enjoy Azula’s cock to some degree, though both still feared it. All the same, some horrid part of Ty Lee wanted to sink to her knees and worship Azula’s fat, perfectly round nuts whilst she plunged into Mai’s soaking wet pink pussy.

“Fuck,” Azula exclaimed, tossing her head back. “It’s a shame I can only take your virginity once. You’re so fucking tight! I think my cock may get stuck! It’s a shame about your womb, it’s denying me!”

She slammed her cock deep into Mai again, but once again her cervix was like a stone wall, stopping Azula dead in her tracks. Mai grunted in pain as her innards were battered, feeling as if they were turning to liquid.

Fuck Mai moaned She’s so rough, how the fuck did Ty Lee manage? Didn’t she say Azula used to rape her in the ass when we slept sometimes? With a cock this thick and how skinny she is?! I’m barely taking it, but I guess I do have zero experien- SHIT!

Mai gritted her teeth as Azula’s cock head slammed into her cervix again. She clenched her fist, trying not to make her discomfort too obvious.

“Mai, you really do need to relax,” Azula said. “Ty Lee loves when I fuck her womb, right Ty Lee?”

Ty Lee nodded her head, moaning in agreement. Azula gripped Mai’s ankle tightly, holding her friend in place.

“Oh well, I guess it’s just because it's your first time,” Azula reasoned. She slammed into Mai’s soaking wet cunt again. Mai let out a gasp as her cock slammed into her cervix, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain this time.

Fuck, it’s so thick, this feels so good. I can’t believe I waited so long Mai thought I’m sorry, Zuko, I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t have waited!

Azula thrust deep into Mai again, finally penetrating her friend’s cervix and slamming her thick cock head up into Mai’s eager womb. Mai’s cunt clenched down on Azula, holding her in place as her cunt sprayed an orgasm all over Azula’s crotch.

“There we go,” Azula moaned. “Now you can feel what it’s like to have your womb stuffed by proper royal futanari cum!”

“Huh!” Mai grunted. “Azula, wait!!”

At least let me save my first creampie for Zuko! She thought.

But it was too late. Ty Lee watched as Azula’s nuts contracted. With a grunt, Azula spanked Mai’s ass again, gripping her fleshy cheeks tight. Mai let out a long, low moan as her stomach began to swell with cum. Her tongue fell from her mouth, eyes rolling off in two different directions as her tunic became extremely tight, barely containing the gallons upon gallons of futa baby batter Azula dumped into her friend. Azula’s tongue leapt from her mouth, dancing proudly in the air as drool dripped down onto Mai’s back.

After a moment, she pulled out, letting her hard cock stand proudly in the air. Azula put her hands on her hips, basking in the afterglow of her finish.

“Perfect,” Azula said. “Now that we’re properly reunited, I have a mission.” She turned and looked at Ty Lee. “And I need you in.”

“Count me in,” Mai moaned, rolling over. “I hate to admit it, but I’ve missed that fucking dick.”

Shame fell upon the gothicc girl.

For all those years that she violated me … and I still can’t say no to that cock Mai thought

“Me too,” Ty Lee nodded, feeling similarly to Mai. “I’ll go wherever your dick is.”

“Good,” Azula nodded. “We’ll leave in the morning. Normally, I’d take a tour, but we’re pressed for time.”

“Probably for the best, Dad just released all the captives,” Mai replied, getting to her feet. “Something about a plague, but apparently, the resistance in the city slipped out with the sick and kidnapped my brother. It’s a whole mess.”

Azula cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? I see. In that case, I’d like to meet with your parents.”

Mai nodded. “R-right, I’ll go let them know.” She crossed the stone tiles, her high heels rapping against the stone. She retrieved her shorts, moving to put them back on.

“I’ll take those,” Azula stated, putting her hand out.

“You want me to go see my grieving parents without pants and cum leaking from my cunt?” Mai asked, turning to face Azula. The twitching buck of Azula’s cock was all the answer Mai needed as a sadistic smile crossed the princess’s lips.

“Right,” Mai said, turning and handing her shorts to Azula. The gothicc girl then turned back, heading into the palace.

“Ty Lee, bend over the railing and drop your shorts,” Azula ordered.

“Yes, Azula,” Ty Lee smiled, moving to do as she was told.

Yalo, Rolo, and Bu Ran began the head count at noon. Yalo had worked through the night to draw up meeting groups. Twenty per group, each with a group leader. They were to know if everyone in their group had gotten out of the city and congregated. Many of the already checked groups built fires, trying to keep warm in the cold mountains. Sokka and Katara were both around such a fire, having reunited with Appa and Momo.

The siblings leapt to their feet when they spotted Aang and Bumi’s pet Goat-Gorilla approaching from the darkness. Aang wore a sad face, causing both his companions to slow their approach, apprehensive of the news he would deliver. Aang lifted his head, glancing from Katara to Sokka.

“We looked everywhere,” he said. “No Bumi.”

Katara wrapped her hands around Aang, embracing him with a deep hug. Flopsy nudged Sokka, massive, sad eyes staring at the warrior. Sokka reached up, hugging the creature, clearly needing some comfort.

“We’ve got a problem,” Yalo’s voice got their attention. “We just finished the head count.”

Katara, Sokka, and Aang turned to the leader of the resistance. “Oh no,” Katara gasped. “Did someone get left behind?”

“No,” Yalo shook his head. “We have an extra.”

He gestured back to where Sokka and Katara’s fire was. Momo was screeching, limping across the dirt as a baby with Fire Nation small clothes clung to her neck, giggling in delight.

Yalo, Sokka, Katara, Flopsy, and Aang moved over to the fire, examining the anomaly. Rolo, Ba Tovo, Hale, and Bu Ran approached as well, joining the circle. Momo managed to pry herself loose. The baby continued to approach, however, until Momo led it past Sokka’s club, sitting in the dirt. The baby fell on his ass with a thud, but didn’t seem to mind. He picked up the club, opening his mouth to try to eat it. Sokka took the handle, yanking it away.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Bad Fire Nation baby!”

The child began crying, prompting Sokka to smack her brother.

“Oh … alright,” Sokka lamented, handing the club back to the kid. The baby cheered, simply patting his hands along the club like it was a drum set instead of trying to consume it this time. Katara leaned down, pinching the baby’s chubby body.

“Oh, you’re so cute,” Katara said.

“Sure, he’s cute now,” Yalo added. “But when he’s older, he’ll join the Fire Nation army. You won’t think he’s so cute then. He’ll be a killer.”

Katara held the baby up, squeezing him in her hands, making him giggle. “Does that look like the face of a killer to you?”

Yalo simply sighed, shaking his head.

The squawking of a bird brought everyone’s attention to the skies. The bright red bird landed on a rock not far from the group.

“It’s a messenger hawk!” Rolo exclaimed in surprise. Hale and Ba Tovo moved across the field, retrieving the letter from the capsule on its back. Aang approached as well, taking the letter from Hale.

He read it over once, then twice, his mouth falling open in shock. “It’s from the Fire Nation governor,” Aang declared, “He thinks he kidnapped his son. He wants to make a trade. His son for King Bumi.”

It was early the next morning. Just after sunrise. Azula had had a long, sleepless night, reuniting her cock properly with all three of Ty Lee and Mai’s holes. She was now sitting in the chair of the King of Omashu. A large vaulted ceiling that went up so high it was impossible to see the top. A tan stone floor with black carpet, all leading to a volcanic grey stone throne, accented with gold. Azula sat upon it, flanked by two elite guards. The princess had her legs spread, letting her flaccid cock hang over the edge of her seat.

Mai, Ty Lee, Michi, and Ukano were all bowing low to Azula, making the princess revel in the worship. Ukano raised his head. Mai’s parents were dressed. Mai and Ty Lee were not.

“I apologise,” Ukano said reluctantly, swallowing in fear. “You’ve come to Omashu at a difficult time. At noon, we’re making a trade with the resistance to get Tom-Tom back.”

“Yes, I’m so sorry to hear about your son,” Azula responded, folding her hands together. “But really, what did you expect by just letting all the citizens leave?”

She sneered, hands going out to the armrests of the chair. She rose, lording over those bowing low for her. “My mother has trusted you with this city, and you’re making a mess of things.”

“Forgive me, Princess,” Ukano said, bowing low, his head touching the floor.

Azula moved forward, walking through the group, her fat pipe swaying, bouncing against her thick thighs. “You stay here,” she hissed, looking down at Ukano and Michi. “Mai will handle the hostage trade, so you don’t have a chance to mess it up.”

Mai and Ty Lee rose to their feet behind the princess.

“And there is no more Omashu. I am renaming it in honour of my mother. The City of New Ozai.”

It was early the next morning. Just after sunrise. Aang approached his companions and Appa, standing at the edge of a cliff. The early morning winds were cold, billowing against them. Aang had his impromptu turban wrapped around his head. In his arms was the sleeping boy, Tom-Tom, whom he had come to understand was his name.

Sokka looked the Avatar up and down, folding his arms. “You realise we’re probably walking right into a trap,” The Warrior observed.

“I don’t think so,” Aang replied optimistically as he cradled the child in his hands. “I’m sure the governor wants his son back as much as we want Bumi.” He paused, looking down at the kid and smiling, “It’s a new day. I have a good feeling about this.”

It was noon. Aang, Katara, and Sokka flew on Appa to the designated meeting place. At the top of Omashu’s highest peak stood a massive wooden platform covered in metal piping and material. Some sort of statute was being constructed, covered by a massive tarp and a large array of scaffolding. They landed, shooing Appa away so as not to have their ride be in danger of an enemy attack. Aang stood up front, staff in hand. Sokka held Tom-Tom close as the winds blew through the area. It was quiet. And tense.

Across the way, three figures appeared, climbing a set of steps. The lead was a woman in dark reds and blacks, short shorts with pale skin like milk. Her thick thighs brushed together as she walked, making her fat ass clap and ripple.

That’s the woman from the other night Aang realised.

On her right was an extremely busty woman in all pink, even more nude from the waist down, only in a dark pink sash around her narrow waist with a thong-like cloth of pastel pink tightly pulled around her pussy, leaving it effectively exposed with how defined her arctic-camel toe was. Her top was skin tight, hugging her massive tits, making them sway and bounce with every step. Her shoulders were exposed with only a bit of material connecting the bagging pink sleeves on her arms.

The last was a more stern-looking woman in a tight red tunic, the middle ground between the two extremes. Bustier than the flat-chested dark-haired woman, but flatter than the pastel girl. Thicker than the one in pink, but less curvy than the leader of the pack.

They had little time to truly drink in their bodies, or the strange way the brown shorts of the woman on the left folded. The sound of metal clanking brought their attention up. A metal coffin attached to a series of chains was being lowered down. It rotated slowly through the air, revealing a metal window with a face in it.

“Hi, everybody!” Bumi called in a jovial tone, snorting with laughter.

Aang smiled, choking back the feeling of relief that his friend was still alive. The container came to a stop with a thud, landing behind the women.

“You brought my brother?” The lead woman called, her voice echoing in the space.

“He’s here,” Aang replied, gesturing to Tom-Tom in Sokka’s arms. “We’re ready to trade.”

“I’m sorry, but a thought just occurred to me,” the woman on the left said suddenly, turning to the lead girl. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not,” Mai replied, turning to look at the lady.

Aang glared, gripping his staff tightly. Sokka was right.

“We’re trading a two-year-old for a King. A powerful, century-old Earthbending King,” the woman turned, looking up at Bumi. She turned back to the gothicc woman. “It just doesn’t seem like a fair trade, does it?”

Mai looked at Azula, then over to the trio making the trade. Azula is really going to let my brother be a hostage for the rest of his life? She wondered. Her eyes met Azula's, finding her gaze unflinching. Mai sighed, realising she had no choice.

“You’re right,” she said. The woman stepped forward, putting her hand out to the group of resistance soldiers. “The deal’s off!”

Bumi’s coffin rose into the air again. “Whoa!” He exclaimed. “See you all later!” The Old King started laughing.

“Bumi!” Aang shouted. He rushed forward, kicking up dust and wind.

He’s fast! Azula gritted her teeth, preparing to attack. She leapt forward, throwing a torrent of blue flames low at the man’s feet. With a simple footfall, the man in orange and yellow propelled himself into the air, flying up several stories towards the mass of scaffolding to Azula’s left.

An earthbender?! But this platform is made of wood! She thought, mouth hanging open in shock. The man’s turban fell away, revealing a bald head and a bright blue tattoo. He reeled around, grabbing the headgear with his teeth, but it was too late; he had been exposed. His staff unfurled into some sort of glider contraption as the man rose into the air on strange winds, chasing after the Old King.

“The Avatar!” Azula exclaimed, her cock twitching in excitement. This was a proper battle now. “My lucky day.”

She turned, rushing into the worksite. Ahead of her was a counter-weight pulley system with a hand crank. Two ropes extended upwards towards the very top of the construction. With a slash of fire, she cut one of the ropes, holding on to the other one as she flew upwards towards her new target.

Mai and Ty Lee understood what Azula wanted at once. Both of them rushed forward to the two companions the flying man had left behind.

Katara uncorked her water skin, taking her ready stance. “We’ve gotta get the baby out of here!” She called her brother.

“Way ahead of you,” Sokka replied, blowing into the whistle Aang had purchased so long ago. Tom-Tom reached up, taking the whistle from the warrior and blowing into it. Sokka spotted the approaching women and turned, rushing towards the edge of the platform.

Katara and Sokka’s footsteps were frantic as they raced across the scaffolding. Both searched the skies for any signs of their Sky Bison companion. Nothing yet. Katara turned, realising they’d have to stand and fight. Only the thicc woman was there now, holding something between her fingers.

Shit! Where’s the other one?! Katara searched frantically.

Sokka continued, heading towards the edge of the platform. He travelled over a small gap in the flooring. He felt something slam into the sole of his foot. By the time his leg touched the ground, it was completely numb. His stride gave out from under him, sending the warrior toppling to the ground with a grunt. He managed to twist himself around, keeping Tom-Tom up off the ground as his back bore the brunt of the impact.

Katara heard the noise, turning back around. The busty woman in pink emerged from below the scaffolding, rushing towards Sokka.

No, wait! Katara realised her mistake, turning back towards the other woman. A series of throwing knives was already in the air. Katara slapped the ground beneath her with water, causing wooden panels to fly into the air. They blocked some, but not all.

Two knives grazed Katara’s exposed leg, cutting her open. Another knife found purchase, embedded in her forearm. Katara grunted in pain, recoiling from the hit. Her attention turned for a moment back to the woman in pink. Working through the pain, Katara twisted her arms around, sending a thin tentacle of water up and around. It caught the woman on the leg, pulling her backwards away from Sokka.

Ty Lee shouted as her legs gave out from under her, her tits taking the brunt of the impact as her whole body slammed into the wooden floor. The ground splintered from the hit, sending Ty Lee through the floor and down to the next level. The acrobat grunted in pain, finding a piece of wood stuck in her abdomen. She sat up, calming her breathing. Her fingers gripped the piece and pulled it out. dropping the bloody thing on the ground.

Sokka, meanwhile, had gotten to his feet, hobbling down a ladder despite having no feeling in his leg at all. Katara turned, facing the woman with the knives alone. She threw a Water Whip, aimed right at the woman’s face. Mai swung her body back, putting all her weight on one leg. She kicked out her other one, firing an arrow from the sharp heel of her stiletto pumps. Katara brought some ice up in front of herself, blocking the shot.

Mai rushed forward, giving Katara time to react. She melted the ice into water and launched another attack. Mai threw her arm forward, firing another arrow. The water caught it, reached passed and swallowed Mai’s arm. Katara closed her fist, freezing the water back into ice and locking Mai’s arm in place.

Katara smirked as she watched the gothicc woman trying to break the seal on her hand. She let her guard down, thinking she had won. Something soft punched into her back. Katara grunted, suddenly feeling a rush of arousal. Another hit impacted her side.

Katara shrieked as she came hard, her crotch soaked as squirt sprayed from behind the thin cloth that covered her crotch. The woman in pink leapt around to the front of Katara, planting another strange knuckled jab into Katara’s arm. Katara’s moan filled the air, only to be caught off guard as the busty woman leaned forward, planting an open-mouth kiss on Katara’s lips, their fat tits smushing together, barely letting the two sets of lips meet.

The ice around Mai’s arm melted, freeing the woman. Katara’s entire body felt flushed and numb, as if she had been getting fucked for hours. The pink woman pulled back, smiling.

“You taste really good,” she smiled. “And your tits! They’re not as big as mine, but fuck they’re so soft.”

Katara felt her tits bounce and sway as they were exposed to the air, the pink woman’s soft hands caressing them.

“Ty Lee, is now really the time for this?” Mai called, approaching.

“Look at how thicc she is, Mai!” Ty Lee cheered. “Azula’s gonna want a chance at her! We should just get her ready. and look at how much she squirts!”

Mai smirked. “I suppose you’re right.”

Katara got over the moment, raising her arms, trying to summon some water to shoo the two away. It wouldn’t come.

“What the fuck?” Katara wondered in horror as the water on the ground refused to obey her.

Mai scoffed. “How are you gonna fight without your bending?”

She moved forward, preparing to join her friend in violating the Waterbender. Katara’s body shook in place, feeling frozen somehow. Mai was suddenly thrown from her feet, hitting the ground hard. Her hands clutched the back of her head, teeth gritted in pain.

“I seem to manage!” Sokka shouted from atop Appa’s head, his hand out to catch his boomerang, returning from a successful attack. Ty Lee stumbled backwards away from Katara, mouth hanging open in shock at the massive creature before them. Appa landed between the two women and Katara. He slammed his tail down on the ground, sending both flying. Sokka leapt down, grabbing his sister, not bothering to cover her modesty. The second they were aboard again, Appa took off.

They flew down into the city, searching for their companion. Katara was putting all her weight onto Sokka, unable to move a muscle.

“There’s Aang!” Katara shouted, gesturing with her chin (the only thing that could move) to the left.

Sokka looked down, spotting Aang atop the metal tomb Bumi had been kept in, riding him like a cart through the delivery systems.

“We can catch him!” Sokka exclaimed. He pulled on Appa’s reins, making the Sky BIson swoop low.

They pulled alongside as Aang parried several blasts of intense blue fire from the third woman from before. A few shots of the flames changed course, firing at Appa, but the Sky Bison dodged them with ease. Aang twisted around, throwing a massive gust of wind into the ground. The coffin lifted into the air, too much in fact, flying up and over Sokka, Katara, and Appa and falling into the city.

“Aang!” Katara shouted as they lost sight of him.

A massive torrent of blue flames nearly engulfed Appa, forcing Sokka to bank up and away from the battle.

It had been a long chase down the entirety of Omashu that brought Aang to that moment of flying over Sokka and Katara. It started with a simple series of questions.

“Aang?” Bumi looked up as someone landed on top of his prison cell for one. “Is that you? Where did you come from?”

Aang looked down at the Old King, holding the chain that suspended them tightly. “Hang on. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

The monk drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs. He blew it out, mixing water and air, bending to create ice around the iron chains. It took several deep blows to get the chains properly covered, but soon the black iron was completely covered in ice.

“Aang!” Bumi cried. “Stop your blowing for a minute.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, looking down at his friend. Before Bumi could speak, there was a crashing sound of splintering wood to their right. The third woman in the strange brown shorts leapt high into the air, propelled somehow. She kicked out with a screech, letting loose a massive torrent of blue flames.

SHIT! Aang pulled his staff up, haphazardly blocking the blow.

“Now hold on just a-” Bumi’s words were cut off as the air blast and fire hit the chain, melting the ice and heating the metal. The temperature shock caused it to snap, sending both Aang and Bumi plummeting. 

Bumi’s coffin rolled onto its back, allowing Aang to stand upright on it like a surfboard. He looked down, spotting the mail system’s slides. His hands danced through the air, creating an air bubble on the tracks. Bumi’s coffin slammed into it, cushioning their blow and depositing them onto the chute. The tomb began to slide down it like the stone containers, but the awkward metal shape of the thing made the most egregious sound. Sparks flew from underneath Bumi’s container, filling the air with so much noise that Aang thought his ears were going to bleed.

It doesn’t matter, we got away Aang thought cheerily. He looked down at his friend, laughing. “It’s just like old times, isn’t it, Bumi?”

The King lifted his head, shouting something at the monk.

“It’s good to see you too!” Aang replied cheerily.

Their happiness did not last as a strafing blast of blue fire whizzed past them, scorching Aang’s arms.

“SHIT!” Aang swore, wincing in pain. He looked up to see the woman pursuing them in a mail chute cart on a track above them to the left. She fired several more blasts of flames. Aang picked his staff up, twirling it around over his head to disperse the flames.

Their paths soon crossed as the two tracks merged into one. Aang shot his hand out, firing a large gust of wind, hoping to knock the woman out of her cart. She planted her feet, knifing her hands together, bracing against the wind and tanking the hit.

She’s good Aang thought. Another blast of fire, a cut slice of it aimed for Aang’s throat, filled the air. The monk barely managed to disperse it with his staff.

He recoiled in fear, realising just how close she was starting to get. He spun on his makeshift ride, facing forward. He began to paddle through the air with his staff, creating wind gusts to help them along. Their gap increased enough to calm the fire blasts down.

As they descended, they raced under a series of wooden green rungs for construction. Aang looked up, watching them fly overhead. Their chaser was approaching the section of track quickly. Aang swung his staff, sending an air-blast out in a slicing cut of his own, shattering the support columns of all the rungs. The debris fell onto the track with a crash, a cloud of dust from the impact leaping into the air.

Their pursuer entered the field, disappearing into the cloud. An empty cart emerged on the other side. Aang relaxed, thinking it was over. She leapt up a moment later, having hidden in the cart proper. Aang screamed as she launched a massive jet of flame. Aang tucked low, pressing his body against Bumi’s coffin to spare himself the worst of the burns, feeling his back cooking.

Once it dissipated, the monk leapt back to his feet, more actively parrying her blows. The familiar lowing of his friend brought his attention up. Appa, Sokka, and Katara were just off to his left now, pulling in closer.

“Hang on, Bumi!” Aang shouted. “Our ride’s here!”

Aang took a moment to read the field. Appa could only get so close due to the flames from their attacker constantly flying. The speed of the bison, the speed of his own ride. He slammed his staff down, propelling the massive metal crate up into the air. Aang felt his stomach lurch as they vaulted up and over Appa, plummeting into the city on the other side of the beast.

“Shit!” Aang exclaimed as they fell. He was nearly blown from Bumi’s side, only holding on to the metal by his fingertips.

With a painful THUD! they crashed down into the chutes again, shattering a track as they collapsed it in, landing on a separate track running below the now destroyed one.

Aang looked over his shoulder, realising to his horror that they had somehow ended up on the same track as before. Their pursuer was closer now. She reeled back, bending up a massive jet of flames, shaped like a cutting saw and threw it at them.

Aang braced his footing, ready to parry the blow again. A pillar of stone rose from the track, jagged and bumpy. Aang’s mouth went slack in shock. The fire bounced off the stone, dying.

Azula gasped as the stone rushed up to meet her cart. She leapt into the air, barely clearing it as her ride shattered to dust behind her. She skidded to a stop on the track, watching the Avatar and the Old King escape. Her breaths were ragged. Aang hadn’t noticed from the distance of their fight, but Azula’s cock was hard, having escaped her shorts. It throbbed and beat in the air, seemingly just as out of breath as the princess. A trail of pre-cum dripped to the ground.

Aang had not noticed the princess’s cock, nor was he even thinking of her anymore. His full attention was on Bumi, glaring down at him.

“You could Earthbend!?” He exclaimed in disbelief and a bit of rage. “All along?!”

“Well, they didn’t cover my face!” Bumi cheered with a smile.

They reached the bottom of the chute. Bumi contorted his expression, pulling up a bit of stone to use as a ramp. Aang leapt clear as the metal coffin was lifted vertically, spinning around so the Old King faced his friend.

“I don’t understand,” Aang exclaimed. “Why didn’t you free yourself? Why did you surrender when Omashu was invaded? What the hell is the matter with you, Bumi?”

“Listen to me, Aang,” his old friend said with a rather serious tone. “There are options in fighting called Jing. It’s a choice of how you direct your energy.”

“I know,” Aang barked indignantly. “There’s positive Jing when you’re attacking and negative Jing when you’re retreating.” He put up a finger for each to accentuate his point.

“And neutral Jing, when you do nothing!” Bumi smiled.

Aang looked at his hand, putting a third finger up. “There are three Jings?”

“Well, technically, there are eighty-five,” Bumi mused to himself, looking up as he reflected. “But let’s just focus on the third. Neutral Jing is the key to Earthbending. It involves listening and waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Aang contemplated his friend's words for a moment. “That’s why you surrendered, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Bumi nodded. “And it’s why I can’t leave now.”

Aang’s head sank in sadness, turning away from the Old King. “I guess I need to find someone else to teach me Earthbending.”

“Your teacher will be someone who has mastered neutral Jing. You need to find someone who waits and listens before striking,” Bumi continued.

The chittering of a familiar Lemur-Bat filled the air. Momo leapt up onto Aang’s shoulder, brightening the Avatar’s mood immediately.

“Hey Momo, where’d you come from?” He cheered, scratching her pelt.

“Momo’s mastered a few Jings herself,” Bumi chuckled. “Goodbye, Aang. I’ll see you when the time is right.”

Bumi began to snort with laughter as his coffin flipped over, being pushed by a mound of earth back up the chute.

Waits and listens Aang thought to himself.

Appa grunted. Aang turned around to find the Sky Bison floating behind him with Katara and Sokka on board.

Nothing helped to calm Azula down after a battle like fucking. Mai was bent over a pile of metal plates, her shorts down by her legs. The gothicc girl moaning and cooing loudly as the princess’s fat cock plunged deep into her asshole. Drool dripped from Mai’s lips as her entire body shook in tandem with the princess’s thrusts. Her massive pale cheeks rippled and clapped with every impact. Azula’s hand came down, landing yet another heavy span upon her friend’s ass, already turning bright red. Her other hand was in Mai’s hair, pulling on it tightly.

“Take my royal cock you fuck sleeve!” Azula grunted as she hilted herself inside Mai. The gothicc girl cooed, arching her back, making the bulge in her stomach just below her ribs more prominent.

“Fuck,” Mai moaned. “I think I’m getting addicted to anal sex!”

“You like having a fat cock shoved up your ass, Mai?” Azula growled, spanking her again.

“Yes!” Mai groaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “It feels so good!”

“Then why don’t you thank me again for taking your virginity last night!” Azula said, slamming herself to the base.

“Oh fuck,” Mai moaned. “Thank you.”

Azula smirked, feeling her cock bucking inside Mai. She looked down at the busty woman currently sitting underneath her and Mai, worshipping Azula’s balls.

“And you, Ty Lee? Don’t you think you owe me a thanks as well for rescuing you?” Azula hissed.

Ty Lee’s lips departed Azula’s low-hanging nuts. Saliva dripped down over her face. “Thank you for reuniting me with your cock, Azula,” Ty Lee smiled. “I’ve missed its taste.”

“Oh, me too,” Mai moaned. “I can’t wait to serve it on our mission.”

Azula smirked, “Good, I’m glad you’ll both be joining me. I don’t just need cum dumps, I need the best the Fire Nation has to offer.

“So, we’re tracking down your brother and uncle, huh?” Mai asked, trying to brace herself as Azula’s thrusts got rougher.

Ty Lee separated her mouth from Azula’s nuts again, “It’ll be interesting seeing Zuko again. Won’t it, Mai? Tell him you’re not a virgin anymore. And that you’re a back door whore.”

Mai blushed, mentally replacing Azula with Zuko as they one rooted in her ass. A sharp spank brought her mind from the fantasy, feeling Azula’s sharp nails digging into her fleshy butt.

“It’s not just Zuko and Iroh anymore,” Azula grunted. “We have a third target now.”

Her nuts contracted in Ty Lee’s mouth as the princess grunted. Mai’s fingers clenched into fists, gritting her teeth as Azula’s burning hot cum flooded her innards. The gothicc girl’s legs were shaking and spasming as her own core clenched. Mai’s brain was mush as she came hard, eyes rolling back into her head.

Their daughter had left with the princess. The Resistance scattered to the wind. Their son was gone, all because of their princess’s actions. Not even an apology. Ukano and Michi held each other close that night in their empty city. Beyond their garrison, most of which were on patrol for any retaliatory strikes from below, and guarding the Old King above, they had never felt more alone.

Michi folded into the arms of her husband, crying softly. They heard a familiar garble of giggles and grunts. Their heads turned, faces instantly lighting up with euphoric joy as Tom-Tom stumbled towards them.

“Tom-Tom!” Michi exclaimed, tears falling from her face as she embraced her child. Ukano followed suit, holding them both close as tears streamed freely from his eyes.

Aang watched from above on a thatched roof, his heart heavy with emotion. He wiped a tear, turning away from them and leaping up into the sky. He unfurled his glider, flying off to join Sokka, Katara, and Momo, circling high above on Appa.