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“Spare coins for weary travellers?” Iroh asked, holding his hat out to a man walking by.

The man reached into his tunic, pulling out two copper pieces from his clothes and tossing them into Iroh’s hat.

The man walked off as Iroh gave him a curt bow and a nod. Zuko looked up, watching Iroh gleefully counting the coins.

“This is humiliating!” He hissed angrily. “We’re royalty. These people should be giving us whatever we want.”

“They will, if you ask kindly,” Iroh smiled at his nephew. Eyes returning to the street. A beautiful woman who was between their ages walked past them.

Iroh held his hat out, catching her attention with the clink of his coins. “Spare change for a hungry old man?”

She turned, looking Iroh up and down. “Awh,” she smiled, putting her hand up her sleeve, “Here you go.” A copper piece landed in his hat.

“The coin is appreciated, but not as much as your smile,” Iroh replied.

The woman giggled and left. She was quickly replaced by a man, tall and tan. His dark brown hair was pulled into a wolf tail, and his goatee was a large, pointed thing on his chin. On his back was a sword, strapped with leather against a brown tunic with gold trim.

Sellsword Zuko thought angrily.

“How about some entertainment in exchange for a gold piece?” The sellsword said, placing a hand on his hip and holding the prize out.

“We’re not performers,” Zuko replied, arms crossed as he glared up at the man.

“Not professional, anyway,” Iroh added, placing his hat aside and rising to his feet. He cleared his throat. “It’s a long, long way to Ba Sing Se, but the girls in the city, they look so PRETTY~”

Iroh belted out the lyrics with a smile, finishing it off with his hand out for the coin. The sellsword sneered. “C’mon, we’re talking a gold piece here,” he scoffed. He drew the sword from his back, swiping it through the air. His hands went to the hilt, splitting it in half.

Zuko’s eyes were wide for only a moment, unnoticed by the Sellsword as he began to slash at the ground beneath Iroh’s feet. “Let’s see some action! Dance!” The sellsword cried.

Iroh hopped from one foot to the other, dodging the metal blades as they dug into the stone. Others on the street stopped to watch, sparks flying around Iroh's feet as he dodged every swing.

“They kiss so sweet that you really have to meet the girls from Ba Sing Se~” Iroh sang. Zuko gripped his knees tightly, barely able to keep his rage contained. The sellsword laughed loudly as the song crescendoed.

“Nothing like a fat man dancing for his dinner,” the man bellowed. He dropped the gold coin on the ground. “Here you go.” He walked away, replacing the swords on his back.

Iroh sat down, retrieving the coin and placing it in his hat.

“Such a kind man,” Iroh smiled.

Zuko said nothing, sitting silently, watching the man leave.

It was a foggy morning. The trio had been flying all night, due south. None of them wanted to have the conversation they desperately needed to, and because of this unrest, none of them found sleep. Aang held the reins of Appa tightly, letting his mind wander. A glint from down below caught his eye. He stared over the edge into the green canopy below. They were over marshland, a swamp. His eyes glazed over, hands going slack on Appa’s reins, telling the bison to descend. There was something in the swamp calling to him.

Katara was in the back, studying some of her waterbending scrolls, planning their lesson for the evening. Sokka was sharpening his machete, making sure the point was perfect. Each of them found the task a poor distraction from their anxieties. Omashu had fallen. They were once again on the run.

Where do we go now? They both found themselves wondering.

Sokka pulled the whetstone from his blade, examining the edge. His eyes picked up the movement around him, bringing his attention to the world. The grey clouds all around them were getting higher up as they descended into fog. Sokka rolled over, looking over the edge of the saddle. The mass of a green bog was slowly rising towards them. His attention turned to Aang, the monk’s head tilted down towards the swamp below.

“Hey, you takin’ us down for a reason?” Sokka called. Aang did not reply, not even turn his head.

“Aang,” Sokka called again. Still no response. Sokka sat up, pushing himself to the edge of the saddle. Appa let out a low groan. “Aang!”

Still, the monk did not reply. Katara looked from her scrolls, realising something was going on.

“Aang!” Sokka shouted, anger rising. The monk jolted, turning to look at Sokka, confusion on his face. “Why the fuck are we going down?!” The warrior growled.

“What?” Aang blinked at Sokka. He raised his hand, rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t even notice.”

Aang turned back as Appa continued to descend, the tree only a few hundred feet below them.

“Are you noticing now?” Sokka asked.

“Is something wrong?” Katara asked, drawing up alongside Sokka in the saddle.

Aang stared down at the swamp again, feeling the same pull. “I know this is gonna sound weird, but I think the swamp is calling to me.”

“Is it telling you where we can get something to eat?” Sokka asked, grabbing his stomach.

“No,” Aang replied hesitantly, “I … I think it wants us to land there.”

Sokka and Katara leaned over the saddle on opposite sides, examining the sight below. It seemed foreboding, older than civilisation.

“No offence to the swamp, but I don’t see any land there to land on,” Sokka noted.

“I don’t know,” Aang continued. “Bumi said to learn earthbending, I’d have to wait and listen. And now I’m actually hearing the earth. Do you want me to ignore it?”

They were only a hundred or so feet from the top of the trees. Close enough that the smell was reaching them. Sokka and Katara leaned over the edge again, feeling the strange push against them they had before.

“Yes,” Sokka said.

“I don’t know,” Katara added. “There’s something ominous about that place.”

Even Momo seemed upset; she shied away from the edge of the saddle. Appa groaned as well, seeming to concur with the siblings.

“See?” Sokka exclaimed, turning towards Aang. “Even Appa and Momo don’t like it here.”

“Okay,” Aang sighed. “Since everyone feels so strongly about this, bye, swamp. Yip Yip!”

He pulled on Appa’s reins, commanding the beast back into the air. Appa did so with gusto, ascending quickly.

Sokka sighed, happy that for once they wouldn’t be stopping. A strange noise hit his ears. It was a booming rumbling. He’d heard something like it before, in the blizzard searching for Aang at the North Pole, but he didn’t remember it being so loud. He turned his head, trying to find the source of the noise.

A massive tornado was behind them. The Warrior’s heart leapt in his chest, fear filling his body.

“You better throw in an extra yip!” He exclaimed. Aang and Katara looked back, watching as the massive cyclone ripped through the swamp, seeming to chase after them. “We gotta move!”

Aang yanked hard on Appa’s reins, pulling the Sky bison further aloft as the tornado raced towards them. Appa dashed to the left, trying to get out of the path of the cyclone. It followed, turning suddenly to stay on their tail. Appa zagged back towards the right, but still they were pursued. Rushing winds flew around them, more powerful than something even Aang had ever made. Trees were being ripped up from the ground below, tossed out behind the tornado as it raced towards them. Katara clutched the saddle as the winds whipped all around them. Sokka was not as lucky, lifting into the air. The waterbender reached out, grabbing onto her brother. 

Sokka! Aang released Appa’s reins. He leapt into the back, where Katara and Sokka were, nearly blown away into the cyclone himself. He pressed his fists together, summoning a shield of air around them. Aang strained, feeling the massive gales of wind slamming against his own shield. Sokka fell back into the saddle as he was no longer supported by the breeze. The cyclone was upon them now, throwing the protective air bubble around and around in its funnel cloud. Aang strained, now holding his arms out to keep the ball steady. It began to shrink, the area of it too big for Aang to maintain. Appa’s paws fell from it, being blown back by the wind. The Sky Bison’s weight lurched; somehow, the winds were strong enough to make even Appa weightless. The shift sent Aang, Katara, Momo, and Sokka into the air on Appa’s saddle. Aang’s focus faltered, as did the air bubble. Whiplash hit them as they were thrown backwards, spun around in the funnel. Aang, Sokka, and Katara soon blacked out from the force of the winds.

Katara awoke first with a gasp. She was staring up into the canopy of the swamp, her body floating in the water. She sat up, her head pounding with a headache. Her eyes danced over her body, searching for injuries. Her massive chest had spilt from her tunic during the fall, but other than that, she was the same as she had been before.

How am I not dead? Katara wondered, looking up to the sky where they had come from. She shifted, finding the bottom of the marsh only a foot and a half deep, wading it up to her thick thighs.

“Sokka!” She shouted, hands clasped around her mouth. “Aang!” 

She scanned the area, searching for any sign of them. She spotted what looked like Sokka’s boots poking out from behind a tree nearby.

“Sokka!” She shouted, sloshing through the water over to him. “Sokka! Are you okay?”

She rounded the corner, finding her brother on his side, unconscious but alive. She dove down, rolling him over to examine his body. Like her, he had no obvious wounds.

“Sokka,” She shook him gently. “Get up, we have to find Aang.”

Sokka didn’t respond; a simple groan escaped his lips. Katara’s core clenched, her bare nipples stiffening on her chest. It was the same grunt Sokka gave when he came inside her. Katara’s thick thighs brushed together, trying to alleviate her arousal, feeling a damp spot forming on her crotch. She bit her lip, glancing down at Sokka’s breeches. His cock was flaccid beneath the cloth. Her hands danced down to his thighs, stroking at his half-hard cock. She instantly forgot any concern she had about danger around her. She felt the throb of her brother’s swelling dick in her hands under the cloth.

Fuck Katara thought to herself. Her hands went up to his belt line, pulling it down to reveal the mocha root of his thick, swelling penis. She pulled his clothes back completely, revealing his thickening member, pointing up to the sky. Katara out a gasp, drool running from her lips. Her hand went out, stroking her brother’s cock to facilitate his erection. She looked down at his nuts, looking heavy and full between his muscular thighs.

This’ll wake him up gently Katara thought. Her head craned up, swallowing down his thick pipe. Her cheeks bulged slightly, the bimbo moaning as she swallowed him down. Her hands went to her fat tits, sealing them around the bottom part of his member, pumping her entire upper body along his shaft. Her crotch was soaking through the thin blue cloth that made up her “bottoms”. Her throat bulged as Sokka’s fat shaft plunged further into it, reaching into her stomach. She moaned, vibrating the cock in her mouth. Sokka stirred slightly at the stimulation, grunting again, his body shifting beneath her.

Come on, Sokka, wake up Katara thought to herself, swallowing down more of his shaft until her face was buried completely in her own cleavage. Her tongue began to lather and whip at the foot or so of dick not currently hidden in her body. Her tits pressed hardening into his shaft, feeling his bucking and shifting. The taste of pre-cum touched her tongue, encouraging her on. Saliva ran freely from her lips, soaking the inside of her tits. Katara sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks as she worked her brother’s shaft.

Sokka grunted again, his cock bucking inside her mouth. “Fuck, Katara, you know how to wake a guy up,” Sokka moaned out. His hand went to her head, holding her in place as he began to piston his cock up into her mouth. Her fat tits began to bounce and jiggle from the force, slamming into Katara’s face. She pulled her fat chest back before she gave herself a black eye. Her hands went to her crotch, pulling the clothing out of the way and plunging several fingers into her cunt. Her thumb pressed against her clit, feeling her own orgasm building. Sokka’s thrusts were frantic and hard, slamming as much of his cock as he could into her mouth. He pushed her head down, trying to make up for the distance he couldn’t thrust up. 

His face contorted with pleasure. “Take it, slut!” He grunted. Katara moaned as she felt her stomach beginning to swell with her brother’s seed. Her fingers worked her cunt harder, pushing herself closer and closer to her own finish. She felt Sokka yank on her long braid, jerking her head around as he hilted himself inside her throat. He shuddered and gave a similar groan to what had started this. He released Katara’s braid, letting the waterbender pull herself free, her mouth and chin covered in spittle and cum. 

“Fuck!” Katara moaned, falling back on her massive ass as she continued to play with herself. “Fuck, I’m so close! Sokka! Call me a slut!”

“What?” Sokka asked, a bit confused.

“Just do it!” Katara moaned, spreading her legs wide.

“You’re a slut,” Sokka said flatly.

“No! Mean it!” Katara exclaimed. One of her hands leapt up to her fat tits, kneading and pinching at them. “Do it!”

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, Katara,” Sokka hissed, leaping to his feet, letting his flaccid cock hang in front of her. “You’d do anything to get fucked by literally any cock you so much as sniff. You’re a cock slut, a dirty little bimbo cock slut!”

“YES!” Katara screamed. Squirt sprayed from her cunt with an arching gush. Sokka watched the gallons of squirt erupt from his sister’s twat, spraying through the air and landing into the swamp water nearby. Katara moaned loudly through the entire thing, her face flush with lust. 

“Fuck,” Katara moaned, trying to catch her breath.

“There you guys are!” 

They looked up, spotting Aang in the trees above them. “Good thing Katara is a screamer.”

Katara smiled, basking in her afterglow. Sokka tucked himself back into his breeches as Aang landed delicately between the two. “Where’s Appa and Momo?” Aang asked. 

As quickly as he had landed, Aang took off, leaping up into the trees again. Katara replaced her clothes, hiding her body again. She looked at her brother, noticing something she hadn't before.

“Sokka, you’ve got an elbow leech,” She said, pointing to his right arm. 

Aang’s voice echoed above them. “Appa! Momo!”

Sokka didn’t care for Aang’s call. The Warrior panicked, throwing his hands up as he searched his body. “Where?! Where?!” He screamed.

Katara’s face wasn’t amused. “Where do you think?”

Sokka checked his elbows, finding one hanging from his right arm. He gripped the oily thing, yanking on it hard. “Why do things keep attaching to me?!” 

It came loose, leaving a ring of bite marks on his elbow. He threw it behind him, nearly hitting Katara with it. Aang swung overhead, gripping a vine. He twisted around, landing on a branch nearby.

“You couldn’t find them?” Katara asked, looking at Aang. 

“No,” Aang replied. “And the tornado … it just disappeared.” 

All three exchanged a concerned look at the noise of the swamp that rushed their ears.

Appa grunted in frustration. He was stuck. Dozens upon dozens of vines wrapped around his massive form, cutting off the circulation to his legs. He looked around, not seeing Aang, Sokka, or Katara anywhere. He grunted, calling for his companions but receiving no response. There was, however, chittering.

Momo popped her head up from where she was on the saddle, the only one who had managed to hold on. Much like Appa, she searched for any sign of their humans. Not a trace of them. Appa roared, contorting his contained body, the entire form lurching back and forth. Mom scampered to the front of the saddle, taking in the situation. She chittered, leaping down to Appa’s head. With her claws and teeth, she set to work. The taste of the vines nearly made her puke, but she powered through it. The thick plants were soon snapped, despite the woozy feeling in the Lemur-Bat’s head. She moved to another vine, trying to get the blood flowing back into his leg. She freed the burned paw; this was the straw. She screamed as they fell, slamming into the warm bog water. 

Both of them grunted, shaking off the swamp water that had leapt up and over them. Appa leapt into the air, flying off quickly, scanning the ground for Aang, Sokka and Katara. He did not get far, flying into another massive tangle of vines and sticking again. The Sky Bison gave a meagre roar, once again requesting the Lemur-Bat’s help. Momo chittered angrily, once again setting to work and freeing Appa a few minutes later. 

The Sky Bison seemed to have learned his lesson, sticking to the ground now. He was sinking into the mud, but it was better than making no progress at all. Momo sat comfortably in the saddle on his back. His massive paws were leaving heavy, dense prints, filling rapidly with water from the saturated ground. They reached a massive, thick root that arched through the air. Appa looked it up and down. Overhead of it was a mess of vines and plants. He grunted in frustration, knowing he would simply get stuck a third time. He slammed down onto his stomach, dragging himself through the mud to barely slip under the root.

Momo, meanwhile, had an idea. She went through the equipment bags strapped to the end of the saddle, searching for something she’d watched the humans use before. Her paws clutched the whistle Aang had bought. She pulled it to her lips, blowing into it with all her might. Appa brought his paws up to his ears as the sound of the whistle was so close was unbearable. Once it ended, he let out a mighty roar, begging the Lemur-Bat not to do that again, as well as scolding her for doing it to begin with. 

Momo ignored him, blowing long and loud into the whistle again. This blow was caught off guard as Appa’s massive tail flipped up, slamming into Momo and knocking her silly, dropping the whistle. She collapsed a second later, knocked out cold. 

With a slash of his machete, Sokka began to cut their way through the thick brush of vines and roots. “We better speed things up!” He declared as he swung again. Aang recoiled at Sokka’s swipes, feeling a sudden sense of unease.

“Maybe we should be a little nicer to the swamp,” Aang suggested, putting his hands out cautiously.

Sokka turned to face the monk, his face contorted at the monk’s admittedly strange request. “Aang, these are just plants. Do you want me to say please and thank you as I swing my machete back and forth?” He accentuated his point by slicing through the brush again, clearing their path a bit more. 

“Maybe you should listen to Aang,” Katara suggested, feeling an equal sense of unease. She looked around, feeling like she could see the trees swaying like a man taking in a deep breath. “Something about this place feels … alive.” 

Sokka sighed, letting his machete dip into the water they were all standing in, “I am sure there are lots of things that are alive here. And if we don’t wanna wind up getting eaten by them, we need to find Appa as fast as we can.” He pointed at his sister with his machete. Katara said nothing, not wanting to stop for an argument. Sokka spun around, cutting the vines again. Aang winced as he watched the green tendrils drop into the water. 

Aang fell in behind Sokka, walking into the swamp further, none the wiser to the eyes upon them. In fact, they didn’t notice the entire day, even as the sun set. The fog rolled back in just after sunset, reducing their visibility to near zero. After a long while of cutting and clearing, they found themselves climbing a thick root of a plant, their footfalls careful not to slip on the slick root.

“Appa!” Katara had started calling out. “Momo!”

“There’s no way they can hear us,” Sokka grunted. “And no way we can see them.”

He paused, looking up at what was ahead of them. Through the fog, he could just make out the hollowed-out stump of an old tree that the roots seemed to be leading to. “We’ll have to make camp for the night.” Buzzing surrounded his head as something landed on his head. Sokka reached up, crushing the alarmingly large bug. He twisted through the air, trying to shoo the massive insects buzzing around his body. He grunted as they flew off, feeling exhausted and exasperated.

There was the sound of something to their right, like someone letting out a sigh.

“What was that?!” Katara exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her skin. Sokka looked to the source of the noise, watching a vague cloud rising in the fog. “Nothing, just swamp gas,” he declared, sheathing his machete. “Look, there’s nothing supernatural going on here.”

The smell of the swamp gas hit their noses, making all in the group retch at the smell, feeling their empty stomachs flip. 

The high-pitched shriek of a woman filled the air. This time, all three jumped, clinging to each other as their hearts slammed into their chests. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Aang cried. The sound filled the air again, sending a chill down their spines. 

“I think we should build a fire,” Sokka replied, clinging tightly to Katara as she clutched him in turn. He looked to the hollowed-out tree, spotting some smaller branches growing up towards the sky. He rushed over, taking his machete back out. With a few swings, he freed up some damp wood. It would burn poorly, but it would burn. 

“Sokka,” Aang called as he approached, putting his hands up. “The longer we’re here, the more I think you shouldn’t be doing that.”

Sokka looked at Aang, rolling his eyes. “No, I asked the swamp,” The warrior replied sarcastically. “It said this was fine. Right, swamp?”

He tucked the wood under his arm, freeing up a hand. It reached out, grabbing a nearby branch growing straight up. He shook it back and forth, speaking out of the corner of his mouth and in a higher voice. “No problem, Sokka!” He grabbed his machete, swinging and cutting off the branch he had just played with. 

Aang was annoyed, glaring at the warrior, but decided not to press the point. Sokka finished gathering the wood, and they retreated under the cover of the hollow stump. The fire was hard to start, even with Sokka’s flint and tinder. After several sparks to wet logs finally caught, burning poorly, barely warming the group and filling the air with a putrid smell. Even with their source of light, Katara couldn’t help but worry. She clutched her knees to her chest, squishing her massive rack. Duck-gooseflesh ran over her skin as she felt her fat bare ass on the wood beneath her, which made her shudder and not in a fun way. She looked at Sokka and Aang, both sitting quietly, barely moving.

“Does anyone else get the feeling we’re being watched?” She asked quietly to the group.

“Please,” Sokka huffed, swinging his blade at a bug near his head. “We’re all alone out here.”

He swung his blade down, missing the bug. The little creature lit up with bright blue light. Aang, Sokka, and Katara all recoiled, covering their eyes at the sudden flash. It flew away from them, back into the swamp. The trio watched it go, dozens of predatory eyes glowing against the light in the dark, all focused down on the trio. Their hearts leapt up into their throats, the three retreating into each other.

“Except for them!” Aang gasped.

“Right,” Sokka nodded, holding the other two close. “Except for them.”

Elsewhere in the swamp, Appa and Momo lay down on a thick branch for rest, having spent the day searching for the humans. They hadn’t found them, feeling exhausted after being awake for nearly a full day, having flown all night the night before. Appa groaned, exhaustion setting into his massive body. He was hungry too, but couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. He settled in, closing his eyes. Only then did he realise just how loud the swamp was. Nearly overwhelming as dozens of nocturnal creatures croaked and groaned and sang and shrieked. Whilst Appa was too tired to care, Momo was not. She scampered up and down his body, from tail to horns. He could feel the tension of her fur, all standing on edge as she scampered up and down him. He finally lifted his head.

Appa let out a massive, mighty roar, straining his vocal cords as he did so, screaming so loudly that it echoed throughout the swamp. Momo froze as the roar died down. No noise followed; the swamp fell silent. She curled up into herself, sleeping in the saddle of the undisputed King of the Swamp.

After several restless hours, Aang, Sokka, and Katara finally found rest. If they had not stayed up the entire night before, perhaps they would not have slept at all. But after a day of moving through the dense swamp and a night flying from dusk to dawn, the three were exhausted. Back-to-Back-to-Back they slept, pressing their weight into one another. Sokka’s hands were loose, gripping his machete, the only defence they had. Their fire had died to embers, barely burning to start with.

Fast asleep, none the wiser to the eyes upon them, the gang was vulnerable. A vine snaked its way through the camp, pushing silently along the ground. It coiled up and around Sokka’s foot, then his calf, then his thigh, then his torso and so on until it was around his head. Several more vines came through, coiling around Aang and Katara. The Water Tribe bimbo moaned slightly as she felt the vines squeezing tightly around her body, pressing into her boobs. Her eyes fluttered open, noticing the dark green tendrils around her.

She screamed, alerting Sokka and Aang, but also whatever was attacking them. The vines tensed, pulling them all away from each other. The three of them disappeared from one another into the fog. Sokka managed to twist his body around, his hand clutching his machete, thankfully still free. He planted the blade into the root, stopping himself from falling further into the fog. Aang and Katara’s screams faded into the night as Sokka dragged himself away, pulling his body from the vine. He pulled the machete free, pulling it around and cutting the vines away from his body before they could recover their strength to steal him again. 

He scrambled to his feet, searching through the fog. Several vines whipped out at him from the darkness, mere feet from where he stood. Sokka swung wildly, cutting through a few of them and diving out of the way of the others. He turned sprinting away into the darkness. The fog was so thick he couldn’t even see the hollowed-out stump they had been camping at. A vine wrapped around his leg, tripping the Warrior. Sokka shouted as he fell, sliding down the thick root he was on. He rolled over several times, splashing down into the water. He scrambled back to his feet, running out of the way as several vines slammed into the water where he had been. The warrior rushed off into the darkness, fear filling his chest.

Katara grunted and moaned as the vines assaulted her body. They squeezed around her tits hard, the broad side of the vine grinding into her snatch, pressing into her clit. Katara clutched her thick thighs together, holding the vine in place to stop it from arousing her any further.

Focus! She swore at herself in her mind. Her hand folded over herself, straining against the tight squeeze of the vines to reach the cap of her water skin. Her fingertips barely reached it, pulling it loose to let her water supply out. She swung it through the air, cutting the vines around her, freeing herself. The vines leapt through the air at her. She folded her hands, with only two fingers pointed out. She began to move, swinging the razor-sharp water through the air, cutting all attacks that dashed at her. The vines could barely get a hold of her before being cut down again. Finally, the attacks stalled. Katara refilled her skin with water, dashing into the tree line, into the darkness.

Aang was completely bound by the vines, but managed to get to his feet, halting the pull of the vines. He strained, trying to flex his arms in any way to bend the air. He managed to pull his arms around finally, summoning the winds. He formed another air bubble, like the one against the tornado. The vines spread out around him, freeing his body entirely. He dismissed the bubble, leaping high into the air before the vines could contract around him again. He took to the branches again, leaping from one to another as the vines chased him high into the tree line. One such vine caught him, grabbing him by the ankle out of the air. Aang screamed as he was brought down towards the water below. Aang slammed into the ground hard, hitting a particularly shallow section of water. Blood escaped his lips, wincing hard in pain. He turned, looking at the tendril that retreated from his leg into the dark. He put his hand out, firing out a massive gust of air that sent him sailing through the air. He pulled himself around, putting his feet out and landing softly on a tree root, seemingly out of range of the vines.

The Avatar looked around, finding himself surrounded by fog. “Guys?” He called.

The fog lifted as sunlight broke through the tree line suddenly, turning the area around Aang green. He was completely alone.

In the morning, Appa and Momo resumed their trip, swimming along in the deep swamp water. Momo sat where Aang often did, scanning the trees, searching for the humans. The high-pitched buzz of a bug crossed in front of her, distracting her entirely. Her paws leapt up, trying to catch her breakfast. It took off, flying further into the swamp. Momo unfurled her wings, chasing after the bug. She landed on a root and leapt up to grab the bug. It evaded her. So she leapt to the next root, grabbing again and missing. She leapt to the next branch, this time catching her food. The root beneath her rose as the Lemur-Bat suddenly realised how leathery it felt.

She looked down, meeting the eyes of an Alligator-Catfish. It turned roaring at her, scaring Momo back into the air. Momo shrieked, banking towards Appa, releasing her food. The Alligator-Catfish pursued, snapping its massive square jaw in the air at the Lemur-Bat. Momo flew up, avoiding the Sky Bison, who opened his jaw wide, nearly swallowing the Alligator-Catfish whole. The Sky Bison jerked it around, threshing the half of its body still in the air about until the beast in his mouth went limp. He spat the creature back out as Momo landed on his head. The Alligator-Catfish turned around, retreating as Momo hissed at it.

Appa shook his head, growling at Momo, trying to tell her to be more careful.

The stick poked at the massive track in the ground, inspecting the three-toed paw.

“What’d you reckon make a track like that, Tho?” Asked Due, a tall and lanky swamp bender. His matted brown hair was hidden under a thick, bent leaf. His gangly body was covered in vines and furs, though only slightly. His crotch was covered only by a small loincloth. 

“Don’t know, Due,” Replied Tho. He was stockier and fatter than Due, a five o’candle shadow on his jaw. His hair was greasy as well, though in a long ponytail. He pressed the stick in his hand into the ground again, prodding the paw print. “Something with six legs. Pretty big ‘uns, too.”

“Leaves a nice wide trail to follow,” Due noted, looking up at the path of destruction of broken branches and crushed bushes that disappeared into the fog.

“You know what’s at the end of that trail?” Tho asked, pointing off into the fog.

Due simply shook his head at his companion.

“Dinner,” Tho growled with a smile.

The sound of rustling bushes put them both on edge. They looked up to see a dark-skinned girl dressed in blue falling from the trees above them.

“Wow!” Katara shouted as she hit the ground. Once again, her massive tits were out, spilling from her loose tunic, leaving her huge bust on display. She grunted as she splattered into the mud, grunting in annoyance.

“Oooo wee,” Due grunted. “A Swamp Witch!” 

“Dinner can wait,” Tho chuckled, feeling a stirring under his loincloth. “Looks like we caught breakfast.”

He gestured his hands through the air, and vines came down from above. Both men knew the legends of their people about Swamp Witches. Any man who could bring her to orgasm would be favoured until the next sunset. Their prey was large; they’d need this miracle.

Katara opened her eyes, her head pounding from the fall, her head ringing. She had been stumbling around in the dark for nearly an hour, completely lost. Now she looked up at the two men above her, both licking their lips. Fear and arousal coursed through her body as she spotted two bulges in their loincloths.

“Who the fuck are you?!” She exclaimed as they leered at her. She shouted in horror at the vines wrapped around her, lifting her body into the air. Once again, they squeezed tightly around her body, pressing hard into her fat tits. Tho and Due’s loin clothes feel away, revealing thick erections. Katara gasped in horror, staring down at their members.

Due’s was long and thin, Tho’s thick and stubby. But both were massive. The vines wrapped around her wrists as well, holding her up by the arms.

“What the hell?!” Katara cried. The swamp water was soaking Katara’s body from the vines as they squeezed her body. She went flush with arousal from the rough handling of her body, trying her best to keep her mind. Due ducked behind Katara.

“Let me go!!” Katara shouted. She looked down at Tho’s cock, the foreskin on it sliding backwards. “Wait until my backup comes!!” She growled, trying to seem intimidating, “I’m travelling with the Avatar! You guys are gonna ge-??!!“

She was cut off, drawing in a sudden gasp as she felt something touch her butt. “H-Hey!!” She shouted, turning her head to Due. The swamp-man took little notice,  removing the leaf on his head. She struggled in her vine bondage but could not free herself.

Aang, where are you?! Katara wondered as she felt the strange man groping her body.

“Ooo wee!” Due purred as she pulled Katara’s fat ass cheeks apart. “We got us a purdy one this time!!”

He leaned in, pressing her tongue into Katara’s asshole. Katara squirmed, suspended in the air. Cascading waves of pleasure rippled across her body as the swamp-man’s tongue pressed up into her asshole. She blushed at the penetration, her skin running to gooseflesh. A few haggard breaths escaped Katara’s lips as she felt her core clench in arousal.

“Don’ get too far ‘long without me!” Tho said. He leaned in, pressing his own lips to Katara’s. The Waterbender cooed as both of her lower holes were penetrated by tongues. Two sets of hands reached up, squeezing her ass and thighs all over. The vines around Katara’s breasts squeezed harder, pulling her nipples off in two different directions.

“Fuck,” Katara moaned, her head rolling backwards, tongue leaping from her mouth. Her body shuddered in the air, her soaked cunt spraying a bit of squirt into Tho’s mouth, who swallowed it eagerly. Still, his mouth continued its assault on her body, licking and flicking at her inner walls. Due did the same in her backside, his tongue long like everything else on his body. His hands groped and squeezed the Waterbender’s massive asscheeks. Her coos and moans filled the air, only arousing the two men more. Due reached down, stroking his cock. He pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to Katara.

“Say, Tho, you reckon … maybe just the tip?” He said.

“No way, Due,” Tho replied. “You know how the fables go. Swamp Witches don’ like no penis.” Tho returned to Katara’s cunt, spreading it with his burly fingers to bury his tongue further inside.

“Shame,” Due shook his head. “All this meat goin’ to waste.”

He returned to Katara’s hole, burying his tongue deep inside as he landed a heavy spank on Katara’s ass. The Waterbender was too far gone in the throes of ecstasy to tell the two that she wasn’t a Swamp Witch and that she would absolutely swallow their cocks in whatever hole they chose. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, and her tongue was lazily slapped against her cheek.

“Fuck,” she moaned loudly. “FUCK!”

Her arms were numb, suspended in the air by the vines that were also pulling her legs apart for the men. They squeezed tighter and tighter around her fat tits, leaving deep red welts. Her orgasm was rising quickly as the stranger’s tongue expertly worked her insides, flicking at her G-Spot. His thumb pressed down on her clit, only heightening her arousal as the man on her backside sent her reeling.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Katara screeched, her entire body convulsing. Tho was suddenly soaked in a torrent as she came hard, covering him from head to toe in squirt. He swallowed what he could but let the rest soak his body, the Swamp Witch’s Gift. Tho let out a low groan of pleasure as Katara’s gallons of squirt soaked him, wetting his cock, twitching wildly in the air. The vines were dismissed, and Katara collapsed to the ground unconscious.

“Ooo wee!” Due said, putting his hands on his hips. “You did good, Tho, she passed out!”

“Fellas!” A voice called. They turned to see two of their friends pulling up in one of their wooden boats, “We found the creature that made those there prints! C’mon, we gotta move!”

“Hell yeah,” Due cheered. “Tho just got a Swamp Witch’s Gift, we gonna catch this thing no problem!”

The two men tucked themselves away as best they could, leaving Katara unconscious in a puddle of mud and squirt on the ground.

“Aang!” Sokka’s voice was raw from screeching out the names. His arms were tired from swinging his machete all night, ripping through plants in the dark. It was past sunrise, but beyond that, Sokka wasn’t sure. The fog was thicker today than it had been the day before. He cut his path open in the shallow water, taking a few extra swings at the collapsing plants. “Stupid swamp. Dumb, ugly vines! Fuck! Katara! Damn it! You think you’re so tough, huh?” He ripped a few vines down by hand to prove his point.

He tried to step through a thick grouping of vines, moving towards some branches. They snapped under his feet, sending the Warrior tumbling into the muck. He shouted as he impacted the water.

Fucking hell! He grunted as he pulled himself back to his feet. A glint hit his eyes, blinding the Warrior for a moment.

What now? He brought his hand up in front of his face.

Across from him in a clearing of mud was a glowing creature, shaped vaguely like a human. He squinted, trying to discern a face. It had an odd sense of familiarity.

“Hello?” He called softly. He felt a strange relaxation in his muscles, sheathing his machete. The earrior moved forward, each footfall barely noticed by the man as he was drawn in by the sight before him. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he approached the ethereal form of The Moon Spirit.

“Yue,” He spoke softly. Just like She had been in the North Pole, the strange Spirit floated above him slightly. Her hourglass body was completely nude, allowing Sokka a full view of Her now full chest, big enough that they made Katara look flat-chested. Yue’s own head seemingly small in comparison to just how much mass there was on Her chest now. Her waist was thin, impossibly so for a human, only to flare out into the familiar curvature of Her massive hips atop a pair of thick thighs and a massive ass behind Her. Her legs were crossed, bound by a wooden charm on a string of beads. She stared down at the man stoically, not a hint of emotion on Her face. Her arms and legs were covered with lace, flowing like Her white hair as if Her body was underwater.

“This is … Just a trick of the light,” Sokka shook his head, moving closer all the same. His cock was rigid in his breeches, pre-cum leaking out already. He put his hands to his head, trying not to freak out, “Swamp gas. I hit my head running away last night … I’m going crazy.”

Still, Yue did not speak, staring down at him. Her mouth opened slightly, soft lips shuddered as She gazed upon him.

“Y-Yue?” He called to her. She blinked once at him, the only way She seemed able to communicate She had heard him. Sokka swallowed, drawing closer still, emotions rising in his chest. “Yue … This … can’t be real, you’re not really here. You died.”

Her form descended towards him, but Sokka did not run. Her feet touched down, coming to rest atop the mud, crossed over one another from the beads. Her hands landed on Sokka’s shoulders, holding the Water Tribe warrior in place. He shuddered at Her touch, but also not at it. Like a phantom pressure, Sokka could not tell if She felt real or not. Her piercing blue eyes met his, Her mouth still slightly open. Hands shifted up to his head, holding him. Sokka swallowed, his chest heavy with emotion. His hands came up to her, grabbing at Her hips. They grabbed Her, somehow registering the vague feeling of something beneath them. It was not Yue’s warm flesh; he knew that touch too well to ever forget it. But it wasn’t not Yue. The familiarity was fogging his mind - a strange juxtaposition. He leaned down, closing his eyes. His mouth found Hers, still not quite the memory.

Her tongue, he assumed, entered his mouth as something flicked about his teeth and cheeks. He returned the gesture, pulling Her in, feeling Her massive tits pressing against him in a strange sense. He felt something grabbing at his crotch, despite both of Yue’s distant hands on his face. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to lose the moment. He felt his hard cock jutting out into the putrid air of the swamp, surprisingly free despite Yue’s thick form being right in front of him.

He felt something wet on his back all the way up to his head. He opened his eyes. Yue was now standing above him, staring down from behind Her massive tits. Sokka was lying back in the swamp, in the mud, his thick cock standing to attention. Sokka swallowed again, staring up at Her. Pre-cum leaked from his cock, drooling down his thick member. Yue sank to Her knees, pressing Her massive tits into Sokka’s chest. The Warrior could breathe with a bit of difficulty, but it didn’t matter. He felt Yue’s distant hand wrap around his cock, stroking him up and down as his pre-cum was spread around the turgid shaft. Yue leaned down again, Her intense stare meeting Sokka’s eyes. His cock bucked in Her hand, swaying wildly as he embraced Her for another kiss. Once again, his hand went up to meet her face, only having a vague idea of it in his hand. Her fat tits pressed into his toros, arousing the warrior more.

He lost himself in her embrace, yearning to feel her just a bit closer. He felt his head lifting, as if something was under it. He felt the weight lift off his chest as warmth and wetness embraced his cock. He opened his eyes, propping himself up. Yue’s bound legs were wrapped around his body, feet and ankles behind his neck. Her thick thighs bracketed his torso as she pressed Her massive ass down on his cock. He could see his cock inside Her, as if viewing it through foggy glass. Her waist was only slightly wider than Her new waist, but not an inch of Her skin was bulging to compensate for the penetration. She was leaning back, hands on the mud, pumping Herself up and down his shaft. Her tits bounced and swayed, clapping loudly and heaving on Her chest as she pistoned Herself on his cock. Her mouth was open further now, lust in Her eyes, but not a noise from Her. Her eyes met Sokka’s again, refusing to look away or even blink.

The warrior felt frozen, watching as Yue bounced up and down on his cock, feeling Her familiar-yet-distant ass cheeks slamming into his body. He watched Her cunt clench tightly as if She were orgasming, but as usual, there was no squirt. Sokka shuddered as he felt waves of pleasure rippling through his body. He felt paralysed, unable to move a muscle as Yue moved Herself along his shaft. He watched as the pre-cum on his cock leaked out inside Her. He shuddered in pleasure, his eyes going up to hers again. Still, Yue stared down at him, Her mouth open in lust, but not a hint of sighs in Her breasts. She shuddered on his cock, Sokka felt the strange pressure around his cock clenching. His member bucked and swayed inside Her, seemingly bound by the area of Her body. Sokka’s hands dug into Her fleshy thighs as he gritted his teeth, feeling his orgasm rising. He began to thrust into Her as She slammed down upon him. She leaned forward in an almost unnatural way, bending over far further than someone with bound legs, and Her build should have been able to. All the same, Sokka could still feel Her ass swallowing him to the base. Her hand came up, stroking Sokka’s face as he continued to thrust into her. Her mouth was quivering, eyes soaked with lust and emotion. Sokka’s chest felt numb for a moment, his hands left Her thick thighs to hold her face.

“Yue,” He moaned, “I - I lo-”

“You didn’t protect me.” 

She finally spoke, leaving Sokka silent. Sokka’s face was full of emotion, mouth hanging open in shock at her words, eyes full of regret. His expression changed as he felt her ass squeeze almost uncomfortably tight around his cock. He let out a wheeze like someone had forced the air from his lungs. He felt his cock erupt inside Her. He looked down, watching as the massive eruption of cum began to quite literally paint Her insides. And yet as much as Sokka was pumping into Her, Her stomach grew not a centimetre. It was being absorbed, or simply disappearing into Her body.

Sokka let out a grunt and moan, feeling as if his cock were stuck inside Her. He shuddered, his breathing becoming erratic.

“You didn’t protect me,” Yue repeated with an intense, expressionless gaze into his eyes. She leaned forward, planting another kiss on Sokka’s lips as his orgasm continued. The warrior closed his eyes, moaning into her mouth.

They shot open a moment later. The Warrior was alone, lying in the mud. He was panting heavily, feeling out of breath. His flaccid cock lay between his legs, completely dry. His balls felt empty, and his dick sore. He leapt to his feet, realising he was coated in sweat. With a few quick motions, his dick was tucked away, and his machete was in his gloved hand. Heartbeat thudding was a war drum in his chest.

Going crazy He thought as he frantically scanned the forest. Definitely going crazy!

Katara’s eyes fluttered open. She stretched her head, letting out a few cricks in her neck. She sat up slowly, peeling herself from the mud puddle she had been sleeping in. Drool had dried on her chin, the rest of her body covered in dried sweat. Her gaze went down, finding her tits were out of her tunic and covered in massive red lines that were starting to bruise.

What the hell? Katara wondered, reaching up to poke and prod at her bust. The memory of what had occurred came rushing back into her mind suddenly.

Oh fuck, that’s right! There are people living in this swamp! She realised. She began to look around, finding herself alone. What did they call me? A Swamp Witch?

She pulled herself to her feet, pulling the crotch of her tunic to cover her pussy. A hand came up, rubbing her head. She was partially covered in mud with a pounding headache from the swamp gas.

Gotta find Aang. Good find Sokka She reminded herself.

The waterbender set off, not noticing the massive tracks directly behind her. She tucked her fat tits back into her top, scanning for signs of life. Eventually, the mud beneath her feet turned to pure water. Still, she trudged on, not wasting time bending it out of the way.

“Aang?!” She called, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Sokka?!”

She heard nothing back. The Bender turned the corner, finding a clearing up ahead in the water. A bit of sunlight was breaking through the canopy, shining in the water below. On the other side of it was a figure with their back turned to her.

“Hello?” Katara called as she approached. She doesn’t look like those swamp people She thought.

“Hello? Can you help me?”

As she drew closer, Katara realised the woman was of the Water Tribe, wearing the blues in her tunic and breeches. Her body was curvy and thicc, much like Katara’s. The dark brown hair cascaded down her back. Her hair was in the traditional style of loops. Katara’s heart froze in her chest as realisation hit her. Tears swelled in Katara’s eyes, nearly obscuring the sight before her.

“Mom?” She choked out. The bender sprinted over to the woman, tears running freely now, “Mom! I can’t believ-”

The sunlight above them died. Katara grabbed the woman on the shoulder, pulling her around to face her. The cold, damp stump in Katara’s hand left some moss on her palm. Katara was shaking as she pulled away, staring down at her hands. Her breath became erratic, picking up in speed and shallowness. Her legs were jelly as she collapsed into the water, crying freely into her hands, suddenly feeling more alone than she had been.

Aang leapt from branch to branch, staying high above the dangers below. “Katara!” He called with his booming lungs. “Sokka! Appa!”

His eyes scanned back and forth frantically for his companions, but found no sign of them. He had been searching all night, but was unable to even locate where they had slept. Climbing up above the swamp had offered no help either, as he was unable to see down through the canopy to search properly. He stopped as a familiar sound hit his ears. Instantly, his cock hardened as it also heard the siren call.

The sound of two massive ass cheeks twerking and clapping together.

Katara! He thought, turning his momentum towards where he heard it. She must have found Sokka! He thought as he leapt from branch to branch.

He reached a large rock protruding from the ground, the source of the noise. Atop it were two figures. Aang squinted, trying to see who it was.

“Hello?” He called.

There was no reply. One was human, one was not. On Aang’s left was a boar of some kind. It was pale, white as milk, standing sideways to give Aang a complete view of its profile. On its back was a mess of feathers, jutting out from the flesh. Folded up wings.

Standing next to it was a woman. She was far away, too far for Aang to make out her features. He had a vague idea of black hair upon her head with two strands of bangs along her sideburns to frame her face. Her skin was pale, but Aang could only tell that because of how much of it he could see. The only thing on the woman’s body was a scarf of mint green, wrapped around her arm and falling behind her back, only to snake up in between her thighs and back around her other arm. Her shoulders were broad with a pair of small buds of breasts on her torso. Her stomach was thin and tight, leading down to her hips. They seemed to go horizontal from her hips with how wide they flared out, going further out to her sides than her shoulders did. They rested upon a pair of incredibly thick thighs, seas of pale flesh shining like a beacon in the dank swamp.

“Who are you?” Aang called.

Laughter, sweet laughter, filled the air as the woman giggled, covering her mouth with her hands. The boar leapt into the air, its massive wings unfolding as it ascended higher and higher.

The woman turned, leaping off the rock and away from Aang.

“Hey!” Aang shouted. “Wait up!”

Aang threw himself forward, flying up to the top of the rock. He surveyed the land behind it. Though land was a generous word. It was just more of the big water, dank and damp and dark. 

The sound of flesh clapping and colliding brought Aang’s attention around behind him. He caught sight of the woman’s massive ass as she ran down the branch Aang had just been on. Her sweet laughter filled the air again, seeming to echo all around him. Aang’s cock twitched on his body again, demanding that Aang pursue.

The monk leapt back the way he came, grabbing a vine. He swung from vine to vine, trying to follow. The swamp was eerily quiet as he did, the only sound that of his hand grabbing the vines.

Where did she go? Aang wondered.

Twerking claps filled the air again. Aang looked down, watching as the nude woman ran past below him, giggling again.

How the fuck?! Aang wondered in shock, contorting his body to swing around after her.

He ran under a tree branch, sure she had gone that way. The sound of flesh brought his attention up high. She giggled, looking down at him from a tree. She sprinted away as Aang pursued. The monk raced along the tree branches as fast as he could.

How is she so quick?! He wondered.

Giggle and clapping filled the air again. He looked down, spotting her on the floor of the swamp yet again. He leapt down as she disappeared around a tree. He turned the corner, spotting her lying on her stomach on a rock.

“Who are you?” Aang called.

She did not reply, only sticking her ass up into the air, shaking and clapping her massive cheeks. Aang approached cautiously, ignoring the aching screams from his crotch, even as Pre-cum pissed from his tip like a leaking sink. She did not run this time, allowing him to get closer and closer. Aang reached down, pulling on her shoulder. He could only vaguely register the feeling of her. She rolled over onto her stomach, her face hidden from Aang.

The monk recoiled his hand, presented with the same sight he had seen before touching her. He reached down and pulled her around again. She rolled onto her stomach, massive pale ass twerking and clapping at him. His cock bucked wildly in his breeches, begging to be let out. Her cunt was soaking, leaving a damp spot in her mint green sash. She arched her back, pushing her ass further up towards Aang, shaking and clapping her massive cheeks.

For a moment, Aang was quiet and calm, trying to decide his next course of action. The woman’s giggles filled the air, leaving the swamp suddenly feeling quite sweet. Aang’s cock was pulling against his breeches, nearly ripping the stitching. The monk reached down, carefully caressing the woman’s massive ass. She cooed and giggled at the touch, clearly liking it. His hands ran down her thick thighs, pulling them apart slightly to expose her soaked pussy. He pulled the cloth covering it aside, finding a pristine pink cunt delightfully wet, only sending his cock into a bigger frenzy.

His hands retreated to his breeches, undoing them to free his cock. His thick member sprang free, coming down upon the woman’s fat ass. It bounced slightly as it impacted the fleshy sea, sending rippling waves out across her butt. She giggled again, twerking against his cock as it fell in between her thick cheeks. Aang’s hand came up, grabbing her by the waist. He began thrusting in and out between her ass cheeks as she twerked on his, enveloping his cock momentarily. Aang pulled back, aligning his cock head with her cunt. He thrust forward, penetrating her with ease.

She’s fucking tight! Aang grunted, wincing as he felt her vise-like cunt clamping down on his member. His hands dug hard into her distant flesh, anchoring himself as he pressed himself further inside her, sinking until he hit what he presumed was her cervix. He winced, feeling his full nuts already screaming for his release. She was leaking squirt and juices, pooling on the wood beneath her legs. Still, her giggles and moans filled the air, encouraging Aang on. His cock twitched and bucked as he began thrusting into her, finding her cervix an impossible wall to penetrate. This left about half of his cock simply waiting in the air, but the feeling of her cunt around his cock was so alluring that he did not care. He grunted as he rutted into her again, shuddering as he felt her clenching down on him. His fingers dug into her hips, sinking into her flesh. She began to grind her ass into him, clapping and twerking her cheeks as she moaned and giggled.

Aang slammed himself into her, feeling the wall of her cervix again. It didn’t hurt him and seemed not to hurt her as she moaned again. Her back arched, pushing her ass even further up towards him. Aang took this encouragement, thrusting harder and harder into her. His nuts were rumbling, preparing for a massive release. Aang was covered in sweat as he continued to thrust harder and harder. He gripped her body tighter, holding her in place as the sound of her ass twerking filled the air. Her giggles were all the encouragement he needed, continuing, slamming himself inside her.

He let out a grunt, feeling her soft but distant skin in her hands. He began to thrust harder, trying to bury his entire cock in her. But try as he might, he could not get further inside. Her cunt was leaking, tightening around his cock. The wooden branch beneath them was soaked in her own release. She moaned and cooed, beginning to thrust backwards onto Aang, meeting his thrusts halfway. Aang winced, his face contorting from exertion as he felt his orgasm rising, unable to hold back.

“I’m cumming!” He growled, slamming himself into her again. His nuts contracted. He looked down, watching his cock buck and twitch, expanding as the cum rushed down his member and into her. He held her tight in his hands, not wanting to spill a drop. He felt his cock erupt inside her with at least a day’s worth of release. And yet, not a drop of cum was spraying back out at him. Nor was her stomach expanding to swell with seed. Aang’s face changed from release to confusion, staring down at the woman in his hands.

This woman … she must be a Spirit Aang thought But, what does She want?

He grunted as he felt his orgasm begin to die down. His nuts felt empty. He pulled back, his deflating cock completely dry as it fell against his breeches. He looked down, inspecting his cock.

What the hell? He wondered. Giggles brought his attention back up. She was gone again.

“Come back!” Aang shouted, Airbending himself to his feet and tucking his dick away. He rushed off, searching for her again. He brushed a sheet of moss aside, spotting her ahead.

He rushed forward, reaching out for her.

Katara turned her head as she heard footsteps in the mud. She was thrown from her feet as Aang hit her full contact. They were both tossed from the branch they were walking on, tumbling down the branches.

Momo and Appa continued their swim through the swamp. No sign of their humans. But they did find some.

In three wooden boats were six men, two per boat. They were in strange green loincloths with brown and green bangles on their arms and large leaves for hats. Appa paused, staring them down, trying to discern what they wanted. The six men in the boats were silent, the air of the swamp thick and tense as they all eyed each other. Momo chittered curiously upon Appa’s head, leering at the men.

Tho was sitting in the back of his boat, staring at the massive beast before him. He licked his lips, tasting the Swamp Witch’s Gift, which had dried on his skin. Due perked up, staring at their prey.

“Lookee there, Tho,” The lanky man said, “Is that a little hairy fella ridin’ that thing?”

“Nah, that’s what they call a ‘lemu’,” Tho explained. “Saw one at a travellin’ show once - real smart, they say.”

“Bet he tastes a lot like possum-chicken,” Due replied.

Tho clicked his tongue against his teeth, “You think e’rything taste like possum-chicken.”

Due rolled his eyes at Tho’s true statement. He changed his attention to the massive beast before him. “C’mon now, fellas, just a little closer,” he rose to his feet, putting his hands out to try and coax the beasts. “Nice and easy. Nothin’ to worry ‘bout. We jus’ fixin’ to eat ya.”

Appa let out a thunderous growl, turning quickly in the water and rushing away, sending massive waves into the swamp water.

“Whatcha say that fer?!” Tho shouted as their boats bobbed up and down.

“Well, we are,” Due shrugged.

“But you don’t have to tell them that,” Tho replied, pointing angrily at his friend.

“Well, how I’d know they’d understand me?” Due replied, shrugging again.

“Come on!” Tho barked at his friend.

Due rose to his feet. He pulled up one of his lanky arms, swinging it through the air, allowing only a slight bend in his elbow. His arm swung back and forth, picking up speed. His arm began to spin as well, elbows now completely locked in place. He swung his arms around wildly, and he turned back and forth, keeping his legs planted. The water around the boat picked up, sending it flying through the swamp, followed by the other two.

Appa skimmed along the water frantically, not flying too high as to avoid the mess of tangled vines above. This did mean that the boats were able to keep up, leaving the Bison with few places to go as his massive form left him forced to follow the bends and flow of the river. He rushed around corners, sending sprays of water up into the air as he banked the curves. The men behind them were close, though, clearly knowing the river a lot better than he did. Tho’s hand was wrapped around the rudder of their wooden canoe, confident in every moment as he wore a bored expression.

Sooner or later, that big beast would tire. He was sure.

Due, meanwhile, was starting to feel tired as he continued to spin his arms around. Something flew from the saddle on the beast’s back. It collided with Due’s head, causing the man to recoil, grabbing the wound on his head as blood poured down his brow. His other arm began to falter, flailing wildly to keep the ship going.

Was that a crown? Tho wondered as the item flew overhead and splashed into the water behind him.

On the boat next to them, the pilot was hit by a bunched-up blue cloth, covering his head. The man reached up, trying to rip it from his head. His hands left the rudder, causing it to rock and shudder violently, throwing the bender off as he stumbled.

“Now what would a lemu need a shirt fer?” Tho wondered aloud.

The boat hit a rock, flinging the two swamp men up into the air. They screamed as they arched through the sky, landing in the swamp water below a second later, one of them even skipping along the surface like a rock. Momo chittered in victory as she watched the ship capsize, her own handiwork for throwing the shirt.

Her cheers were cut short as she felt something slam into her back. She screeched in pain as she was dragged from the back of Appa’s saddle, left behind, clotheslined by a branch. Tho calmly reached back, grabbing a cloth bag and opening it, catching Momo as she fell. Before she could escape, he zipped the bag up, licking his lips.

Appa growled in anger, but knew he could do nothing. He turned his head, rushing on through the swamp.

A sound like breaking branches set Sokka on edge. He took a ready stance, hands gripping his machete. From above, Katara and Aang fell through the foliage, slamming into the man and throwing him off his feet. All three tumbled further and further down the slick branches, eventually landing on a thick landing of wood. Sokka grunted in pain as the collective weight of Aang and Katara rested on his body, far more defined than Yue’s tits had been.

Aang bent himself back to his feet. Katara rolled over, rubbing her head, finding a bit of blood on her hand from a gash that had opened during the tumble. Her tits had also fallen from her tunic, again, but she was more concerned with her wound. Her hands went to her waterskin, drawing a bit out to heal her wound.

“What do you guys think you’re doing?!” Sokka grunted as he hopped to his feet, “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

He gestured back the way they had come, then placed his hands on his hips. Katara looked up at her brother, not happy with the tone he was taking.

“Well, I’ve been wandering around looking for you!” She replied angrily.

Aang looked down at his feet, reflecting on what he had experienced for a moment. “ I was chasing some woman.”

“What woman?” Katara asked, curiosity replacing rage in her voice, and she turned to look at him.

“I don’t know,” Aang replied with deep reflection in his voice. He put his hand out. Katara took it, pulling herself to her feet. For a moment, eyes were transfixed on Katara’s exposed chest, but he remembered what he had been telling them. “I heard laughing, and I saw a naked woman with black hair; she had a green silk scarf on, but that was it.”

“Well, there must be some fancy orgy here, and we just didn’t get our invitations,” Sokka replied sarcastically, with exaggerated gestures as well.

Katara reached up to her tunic, scooping the material up around her chest again as she contemplated whether she wanted to say what she had seen. “I thought I saw mom.” Her voice was small.

Sokka felt a lurch in his chest, seeing the concern and fear in his sister’s face. He looked down at his feet for a moment, trying to rationalise what she had said.

“Look, we’re all just scared and hungry, and our minds were playing tricks on us,” Sokka replied, his hands towards the two. “That’s why we all saw things out here.”

He gestured towards the swamp behind him.

“You saw something too?” Katara asked, looking at her brother in shock.

“I thought I saw Yue,” Sokka said, turning away. “And I hallucinated us having sex. But, that doesn’t prove anything!” He turned back to his friends. He pulled his hands to his chest. “Look, I think about her all the time. And you saw mom, someone you miss a lot.”

“What about me?” Aang asked. “I didn’t know the girl I saw. And I thought I had sex with her, too. And all our visions lead us right here.”

“Okay, so where is here?” Katara asked. “The middle of the swamp?”

Aang turned, looking around. He spotted a massive tree only a few dozen yards away. It was massive and thick, towering above all others below. Its trunk seemed to comprise hundreds of smaller trees, melding together, growing high into the sky and capped with a massive canopy of leaves. Vines hung long from the canopy down into the air.

“Yeah,” Aang replied, thinking what Katara had said was more accurate than she expected. “The centre.”

Katara and Sokka followed Aang’s gaze up the tree, in awe of its mass. “It’s the heart of the swamp. It’s been calling us here.”

Aang smiled to himself, looking away from the tree, recalling the feeling he had had the previous day when flying over. “I knew it.”

“It’s just a tree, it can’t call anyone,” Sokka replied in a frustrated tone. “For the last time, nothing is after us. And there’s nothing magical happening here.”

Katara put her hand to her chin. “I don’t know. I know you guys saw visions and had sex, but … I think I did actually see real people. There were these two guys in loincloths. I was strung up by some vines, and they ate me out from both sides. They kept calling me a Swamp Witch.”

“Congrats,” Sokka replied sarcastically. “Glad to know we all got some in the swamp.”

The water beside them erupted in a massive rushing wave. A huge beast of greenery and vines emerged, a crude wooden mask on the centre of its headless mass. Two massive, bulky ‘arms’ of twisted vines and roots were on either side, thrashing about. The three screamed, grabbing onto one another as they had the night before. The beast reeled back and arms. The trio split up, rushing off in three different directions. Katara dashed up the root they were on. Aang ran for the massive tree. Sokka turned and leapt into the water, rushing away. The Beast chose Sokka, throwing its arm out and sending a mess of tendrils chasing the Warrior. Sokka screamed as he felt the tentacles wrap around his leg. He tumbled down into the water with a heavy grunt before being dragged back. Aang circled, watching as the Swamp-Monster thrashed Sokka into the water over and over again, the warrior screaming in pain with every impact. Another impact, this one sticking, holding the warrior under water. Aang watched in horror as bubbles began to rise. He spun his arms, throwing them forward to create a cutting slice of wind. The scythe was precise, cutting through the arm of the creature, causing the tendrils around Sokka to go limp.

The warrior’s head surfaced as he gasped for air, soaked and bleeding, his arm was broken and shaking as he tried not to put any weight on it. The Swamp-Creature turned its attention to Aang. It reeled back again before shooting its other arm forward. Aang was frozen in shock for a moment as their arm extended, covering the distance between the beast and himself in seconds. The vines came around at the last second, scooping under the Avatar and slamming up into him with an uppercut. Aang was thrown from his feet up into the canopy of leaves.

Sokka frantically swung his machete with his good arm, trying to free himself. Behind him, more vines rose from the water, attaching themselves to the stump created by Aang’s attack. Sokka cut the last of the vines and began to limp away, but it was too late. The newly formed arm grabbed him, lifting him into the air. It transferred hands and turned, rushing through the water; it seemed to simply glide along. Sokka screamed as he was pulled along through the swamp, clutching his machete tight.

Katara skirted along the water, surfing on her own feet as she chased the beast holding her brother. She circled the best, uncorking her waterskin. She pulled her hand into a fist, two fingers out as they had been before. She threw her arm out, throwing a sharp slash of water up and ripping through the creature’s shoulder. The Beast reared backwards from the hit, seeming like it stumbled. Its arm went limp, once again holding Sokka, who fell into the water. The beast began to grow, drawing vines from under the water. Tendrils of green reached across the wound, stitching itself up, repairing the arm. Katara stood firm, taking a ready stance and circling the beast slowly. The Swamp-Creature launched an attack, swinging its free arm down like a hammer. The waterbender leapt out of the way of the attack, dancing through the water. Katara lifted her hands, throwing a wall of water into the air. The beast parried her blow, dissipating the attack. Katara used the momentary pause to draw the water around her up. She spun, throwing both her arms into the air.

A massive wave crashed into the beast, causing it again to stumble backwards, slamming into a large, thick root behind it. The arm with Sokka in it flipped up and over the wood as the injured warrior flailed helplessly. Katara steeled herself. She summoned all the water on the ground, spreading her arms wide, clearing out a spot in the river that was now completely dry, reaching from herself to the beast. She rushed forward, keeping her arms wide as she eyed her target, her brother. She was only a few feet from him, hands moving to summon the water around her to cut the beast’s arm off. A massive thrust of vines shot out from the beast’s stomach, slamming into the bender. Katara shouted in pain as she was thrown from her feet, feeling several ribs crack, as well as her nose.

Aang was rushing back to the battlefield, covered in cuts and scrapes from his flight through the foliage. He was in pain; his jaw was broken or at least dislocated, but he had no time to worry about that. He paused in shock as he watched Katara flying through the air. He watched her fall, making sure she was okay. He turned back to the beast, only to find another mass of tentacles flying up to slam into him. The Avatar was thrown from his feet again, feeling his ribs once again crack. The beast pulled the mass of tentacles back, swapping it with the arm holding Sokka, which was now being absorbed into its form. Sokka screamed as he tried to pull himself away. The vines wrapped around him harder, crushing the warrior as he was folded into the creature’s form. He pressed the machete into the vines as best he could, slowly sawing through the vine trying to wrap around his throat. 

Aang came rushing up on his air scooter, fighting through the pain of his shattered body. He rushed the beast, whose massive arms could only lumber around as Aang rode up the creature’s form, arriving at the “top” of it. Aang dismissed the air scooter, planting his feet. He spun around as the creature’s hands reached for him. A vortex formed around him as the monk kept spinning, working through the pain he felt all over to summon a tornado around the top half of the creature. It twisted the vines and greens up, snapping the foliage as he continued to spin the beast into a twisted mess. After a moment, he dismissed the tornado, leaping off the creature to give Katara the shot she had asked for.

The bimbo was fighting through her own pain, but her focus was entirely centred on Sokka, still bound in the tendrils. She took a deep breath, wincing in pain as her lung expanded against her fragile ribs. She spread her arms and calmed herself. She let out a long, low breath, sending frigid air out across the swamp to Sokka. The tendrils and vines around him froze solid, forming a circle of ice-cold plants around him. Katara threw her arms down, grunting in pain as she lowered her body. The ice ball holding Sokka grunted as it was pulled from the creature, starting to reform. Katara gritted her teeth, summoning a geyser of water behind her. A few short pants to prepare herself. The Waterbender leapt up off the branch, throwing her arms forward. The water followed, enveloping her and shooting forward. She slammed into the frozen vines, grabbing Sokka. The water around them coursed through the beast, blasting a hole through its torso. The siblings fell from the water and vines and ice on the other side. They landed hard, even as Katara tried to take the brunt of the hit. They splashed out through the water, both completely exhausted. Sokka’s arm was twisted in a completely unnatural way, his skin twisted around. Katara wheezed as she grabbed her ribs, now completely shattered.

The Beast summoned vines from the deep, holding its arms high as it repaired its body. It lumbered forward, eyeing the two siblings. Aang came careening through the air, propelled by a massive jet of wind. He slammed his full force into the back of the creature, slamming it down into the swamp water. Aang winced as the shock of the impact reverberated through his body. He pushed himself off, leaping down into the water and turning to face the beast. He took a ready stance, feeling exhausted but ready to fight.

A massive vine-arm swung up from the water as the beast rose, hitting Aang broadside. The Avatar grunted as he felt his leg ribs, throwing him into the air. He screamed as he flipped and spun through the air. He slammed into the water, resurfacing a second later, and was knocked out.

Katara stumbled to her feet, looking over at Aang, silently screaming at him to move. He did not. She turned, looking at the beast. Sokka grunted in pain behind him, kneeling in the water. Katara began to swing her arms through the air, gritted teeth as she worked through the intense pain in her torso. Razor-sharp arches of water leapt up from the river around her, flying forward into the creature. Each set of rings was tighter than the last, cutting the beast to ribbons as she shredded it as fast as she could. The beast’s arms came up to try to shield itself, but it was no use. She cut deeper and deeper, closer and closer to its centre mass. A few vines fell away, and a howl of pain escaped into the air.

“There’s someone in there!” Sokka exclaimed as he rose to his feet. “He’s bending the vines!”

Katara spun around, summoning another disk of water, this one horizontal. She threw it out, decapitating the beast; all that properly remained of it now was a stump of vines. She slashed through the wooden mask, taking the top off. She panted, shuddering in pain, unsure if she had just killed whoever was inside.

The vines leapt up from the water, grabbing Katara and lifting her high into the air. Katara shrieked as they began to squeeze her body, not in the fun way. Aang came crashing down through the skies. He hit the water hard, summoning a massive gust of wind, blowing away the stump to nothing.

Under all the vines was an older, burly man with shaggy grey hair. He was dressed like those Katara had seen before, a loincloth and green wrappings around the arms.

“Why did you call me here if you just wanted to kill us?!” Aang shouted angrily.

“Wait!” The man’s voice called, old and disarming. The vines lowered Katara, releasing her body. She coughed, hocking up blood into the river. “I didn’t call you here.” He held his hands up, trying to calm the injured but very angry Sokka and Aang.

The duo exchanged a glance, not sure if they could trust him. “We were flying over, and I heard something call to me,” Aang explained. “Telling me to land.”

“He’s the Avatar,” Sokka added. “Stuff like that happens to us a lot.”

“The Avatar?” The man questioned. He dismissed the last of the vines around him, revealing himself entirely. He gestured towards the massive tree behind them. “Come with me.”

Sokka and Aang exchanged another glance, unsure of what to do. Katara walked over to them. She summoned the swamp water, encasing all of them. She reached out to her brother and Aang. The water glowed, humming as they felt every injury in their body go numb. A second later, the water fell away, ribs and arms good as new.

“Okay,” Aang nodded, feeling a bit more confident in a potential round two.

“So, who are you then?” Katara asked.

“I protect the swamp from folks that want to hurt it,” the man replied, placing a hand on his chest. “Like this jackass with his big knife.”

“See?” Sokka said. “Completely reasonable, not a monster. Just a regular guy defending his home. Nothing mystical about it.” Sokka sheathed his machete.

The man turned, gesturing for the group to follow. They walked in silence towards the massive tree they had seen earlier. The man led them up a path, a thick root of the plant, leading straight to the trunk. “Oh, the swamp is a mystical place alright. It’s Sacred.”

They approached the massive tree trunk. “I reached enlightenment right here under the Banyan Grove Tree.” He turned, facing the group as he sat down, cross-legged. “I heard it calling me, just like you did.”

“Sure you did,” Sokka quipped. “It seems real chatty.”

“See,” The man continued, ignoring Sokka. “This whole swamp is actually just one tree spread out over miles. Branches spread, then sink and take root, and then spread some more.” He held his arms out wide to accentuate his point. Katara turned, looking out over the sea of green below them, in awe of the size of the tree. “One big, living organism, just like the entire world.”

That last sentence caught Aang’s attention. He was staring up at the canopy of leaves above them, intrigued by the man’s explanation. He turned, looking at the man. “I get how the tree is one big thing, but the whole world?”

“Sure,” the man smiled. “You think you’re any different from me? Or your friends? Or this tree? If you listen hard enough, you can hear every living thing breathing together. You can feel everything growing. We are all living together, even if most folks don’t act like it. We all have the same roots, and we are all branches of the same tree.”

By the time he had finished, Katara, Aang, and Sokka had all sat down, listening closely to the man.

“But what did our visions mean?” Katara asked.

“In the swamp we see visions of people we’ve lost,” the man explained. “People we loved. Folks we think are gone. But the swamp tells us they’ve not. We’re still connected to ‘em. Time is an illusion. And so is death.”

“But what about my vision?” Aang asked. “It was someone I had never met.”

The man chuckled. “You’re the Avatar, you tell me.”

Aang brought a hand to his chin, reflecting on everything the man had said to him. “Time is an illusion,” he repeated. “So … it’s someone I will meet?”

The man smiled, nodding at Aang. Sokka rose to his feet, stretching his back. “Sorry to interrupt the lesson, but we still need to find Appa and Momo.”

An idea hit Aang suddenly, “I think I know how to find them.” The monk reached forward, placing his hand on the root below him. “Everything is connected.” His tattoos glowed for a moment. Aang felt himself racing along the ground, like a beam of light, following the root he was sitting on deep, deep into the woods of the swamp. He closed his eyes, his vision going white. He could see Appa, rushing forward, growling in rage and pain. Two boats of wood manned by men dressed similarly to the man with them now brought out a large net, covering the Sky Bison. Appa was grounded, thrashing about, desperate to escape.

Aang opened his eyes, leaping to his feet. “C’mon, we gotta hurry!”

“Set my lines by the riverbed, caught ten fish and I killed ‘em dead~” Tho thumped the side of the boat as he sang. The Lemu thrashed about in the cloth bag in his boat. The beast dragged through the water behind them, enraptured by the net. He licked his lips, tasting his Gift from the Swamp Witch again. “Cut ‘em, gut ‘em, and I toss the heads, In the water to keep them cat-gators fed~”

The sound of rushing wind stopped the two boats in their tracks. A massive blast of wind ripped through the swamp, slamming into the boat, not to them. The wood was shattered into splinters, throwing the two men on it into the air. Tho watched them crash into the water, turning his head back to see where the wind had come from.

“Appa!” Aang shouted as he landed on the branch above the boat, glaring down at the two men. Tho leapt to his feet, grabbing the bag holding the Lemu.

The man in orange and yellow above him threw his arms out, sending a massive blast of wind down, blasting Tho clean out of the boat and into the swamp water. The bag fell open, and Momo leapt into the air.

“We’re under attack!” Due shouted as the Lemu flew past him. He pulled his arms back and threw them forward, summoning a massive wave that leapt into the air. Aang and Katara took their ready stances, countering the wave and arching it back towards Due. The Swamp-Man planted his feet, contesting the toss, leaving the water to slosh about in the air.

“Hey,” Katara gasped as she moved the hit. “You guys are waterbenders!”

“You too?!” Due exclaimed. “That means we’re kin!”

He placed his hands on his chest, smiling up at her. Katara recoiled. I can’t believe I let this guy eat my ass She thought. The wave collapsed as all three benders dismissed it. Sokka and the man rushed up to the branch behind Aang and Katara to see what was going on.

“Hey, Huu,” Due greeted the man with a smile. “How you been?”

“Oh y’know,” Huu laughed, scratching his head, “Scared some folks, swung some vines, the usual.”

“Huu?” Sokka repeated. 

With all misunderstandings cleared up, Katara, Aang, and Sokka were invited to rest with the foggy-swampbenders for the evening before they got underway. Sokka had been hesitant, but Aang and Katara overruled him, citing their exhaustion after running around in a swamp for two days and the brutal fight with Huu. That night, they sat around a cookfire whilst their hosts prepared their finest meal, a mix of bugs, fish, and reptiles all cooked rather unimpressively on cookfires.

“How you like that possum-chicken?” Due asked as they ate from the kebabs.

“Tastes just like arctic hen,” Sokka replied, looking down at the food in his hand. That inquiry did prompt another question in Sokka’s mind. He looked up at Huu, Due, and Tho. “So why were you guys so interested in eating Appa?” He gestured to the Sky Bison, currently sleeping behind them. “You’ve got plenty of those big things wandering around.” He pointed at the Alligator-Catfish resting behind them.

“You want me to eat ol’ Slim?” Due asked in shock. “He’s like a member of the family!” Due picked a piece of fish off his stick, tossing it back to the leathery beast behind him. Ol’ Slim ate it happily, munching and chewing loudly.

Sokka nodded, pulling a piece of bug from his own kebab, “Nice Slim.” he tossed it. The beast did not react, letting it hit his snout. Ol’ Slim turned, roaring at Sokka. Due grabbed his ribs as he laughed at the warrior’s misfortune.

“Oh, he don’t eat no bugs. That’s people food,” Due explained.

“Where’d you say you was from?” Tho asked, looking at Katara.

“The South Pole,” Katara replied.

“You sure you ain’t a Swamp Witch?” He asked.

“Positive,” Katara nodded, smiling.

Tho thought for a moment, “Didn’t know there was Waterbenders anywhere but here. They got a nice swamp down there, do they?”

“No,” Katara replied. “It’s all ice and snow.”

Due and Tho exchanged a glance. Tho looked back at Katara first. “Mm, No wonder you left.”

Sokka turned to address his sister. “Well, I hope you realise now that nothing strange was going on here. Just a bunch of greasy people living in a swamp.”

“What about the visions?” Katara asked.

“I told you, we were hungry,” Sokka replied. He held up a massive fly to make his point, “I’m eating a giant bug!” He bit into it, nearly gagging on it.

“But what about when the tree showed me where Appa and Momo were?” Asked Aang, petting the Lemur-Bat.

Sokka raised an exasperated hand. “That’s Avatar stuff, that doesn’t count.”

Sokka then turned to Huu, sitting near Aang, “The only thing I can’t figure out is how you made the tornado that sucked us down.”

Huu gave Sokka a confused look. “I can’t do anything like that. I just bend the water in the plants.”

Sokka shrugged. “Well, no accounting for weird weather. Still, there’s absolutely nothing mysterious about the swamp.”

In the late night, allies of a small fishing town in the Earth Kingdom, a drunken sellsword stumbled across the stones. His legs were like jelly beneath him, his body falling forward only to be caught at the last second before stumbling again. The sound of footfalls hit the man’s ears. He spun quickly, drawing his blades from his sheaths, taking a defensive stance.

“Who’s there?” He called into the night, the smell of alcohol on his breath.

He turned again, hearing a noise behind him. Hands grabbed his wrists, twisting them violently, causing the sellsword to drop his blades. He was pulled forward, thrown off his feet, crashing into a pile of crates nearby. He hit the ground hard, falling into a state of unconsciousness, blood oozing from several wounds.

A Blue Spirit retrieved his swords.