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Fruit of Thy Loincloth	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Fruit of Thy Loincloth
An Avatar: the Last Airbender crack thingy
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This chapter depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(also this shit is complete fucking crack)

When it came to getting his prisoner to talk, Sokka found he had a very easy time of it. Unfortunately, getting his prisoner to talk about something that didn't have to do with sex and how great it would probably feel if they had it, like, a lot, was borderline impossible.
Rarely had Sokka felt so irked at the fact that young men and women alike tended to unfailingly lust after him. Every time he tried to threaten the prince – and what a surprise that had been for him to learn – with pain or injury if he failed to tell him what he wanted to know, Zuko would simply be too busy staring at the bulge in Sokka's loincloth to say anything more coherent than
"Hommina hommina hommina."
or
"Hubba hubba."
or even, when he was more lucid:
"I want you inside me."
or the slightly disturbing and quite possibly oxymoronic
"Please rape me!"
This, of course, made it very difficult to get information on Fire Nation troop movements or numbers, or even anything even remotely useful.
Honestly, Sokka was at the end of his rope. He had tried just about every trick he knew. Basically the only thing that remained would be, well, not only unthinkable under just about any and all circumstances he could possibly conceive of, but also seemingly exactly what his prisoner wanted. He had gotten nothing out of Zuko, and the only other thing he could think of to try would involve having sex with a captured enemy, and that was just a little too close to Wrong for Sokka to be comfortable with, even if the prisoner was asking for it – and quite literally, at that.
Sokka was, to be perfectly honest, just about at his wit's end.
And it had only been two hours.
"Why don't we just give him what he wants?" It was Aang who had finally suggested this.
"I don't know..." This was Katara. "I'm not even sure he actually knows anything worthwhile."
"Does it matter?" said Sokka, sounding tired. "Whether he knows anything or not, he just isn't talking. We won't be getting anything out of him." He then added, a slight blush tingeing his cheeks, "Well, not anything useful, at any rate."
"But we should still do our best to treat him well," said Aang. "I don't really like the idea of taking somebody prisoner, but if we have to, then we should at least make him feel happy, here."
Katara scowled.
"I think we should make him suffer," she said a little darkly. "Don't you think so, Sokka? The Fire Nation killed our mother." Her scowl deepened. "If what he wants is sex, then that is the one thing we absolutely cannot give him."
Sokka hesitantly nodded.
"I'm not sure about that reasoning," he said slowly, "but the conclusion sounds nice enough to me. Fucking a prisoner..." he shivered. "Even if he's asking for it, that's a little too close to rape for my comfort. Sex is a lot of things, but it should never be a weapon."
"But," said Aang, "don't you think that, by refusing to have sex with him when he's begging you for it, you would be in that way using it as a weapon?"
Sokka glowered at the young Avatar.
"What, do you WANT me to fuck him?" he said.
Aang blushed.
"W-well, I mean," he said, beginning to frantically backpedal, "maybe not if you're that averse to it, but..."
Sokka shook his head, and then he spoke.
"Well, I am," said the teen. "But then, I'm also not. I mean, it's nothing personal against the guy," he said, cheeks a little rosy. "He's pretty cute, actually, once you get past the scar. So if it were under other conditions, I might not have a problem with the idea... Maybe if he wasn't a prisoner..."
Zuko, who was lying hogtied in a far corner of the igloo (at least inasmuch as igloos can HAVE corners...) a few feet away from Aang, Katara, and Sokka, chose this moment to add his two cents.
"So," he said, sounding giddy as he moved himself with only a little difficulty to face directly at Sokka. "If I wasn't the enemy, you would be happy to fuck me?"
Sokka blanched, if just a little.
"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that..." he muttered, but Zuko didn't appear to hear him.
"Then what if I promised to join you guys," the prince continued, heedless of the mumblings of the object of his obsession, "and help the Avatar master the four elements?"
Sokka blinked. So did Katara and Aang.
"What?" said Katara, the first to recover. "Seriously? It can't be that simple."
Zuko shrugged.
"Well, I WAS already banished from the Fire Nation by my father," he said dismissively. "Not like I really have any reason to stay loyal to it."
"Wow," said Aang, "Somehow, I feel like this should have been a lot harder, and been built up a LOT longer."
Zuko shot a lustful, longing look towards Sokka's crotch.
"Oh," he said, licking his lips a little, "I think there's something plenty long and hard in there already."
And the tone of voice in which the teen said this somehow managed to really get under Sokka skin, in all of the best/worst ways. He shivered a little, pleasurably, feeling the bulge in his loincloth starting to get even bigger and bulgier.
Feeling himself beginning to harden, Sokka looked straight into Zuko's eyes.
"Do you promise..." he said slowly, sounding like it was taking him some effort of will to speak evenly. "Do you promise to join us and fight against the Fire Nation, and help Aang master the elements and defeat the Fire Lord?"
"Yes," said Zuko with a curt nod. "My father is a bastard."
Sokka gave a short grunt, before he stood up and gestured at Zuko.
"Then welcome to the team," he said. "Now get over here and give me some help with this."
Sokka tugged down his loincloth, and his massive, shapely member sprang free, causing Zuko to gasp a little.
"Wow," he said. "I—I almost didn't even think it could get any bigger, but... but just... wow."
"Heh," chuckled Sokka. "That's what they all say, the first time."
Zuko stared, awed, at the massive pillar of stone hard, throbbing flesh which made up the Loincloth's dick. It was by and far the absolute largest, and shapeliest, that he had ever seen, or even imagined.
Its length, if he had been of the mind to measure it, probably would have been something absurd, like fifteen or twenty inches, or at least Zuko would have supposed. And its girth was similarly impressive, almost frighteningly so.
Unbidden, he recalled an old term he had come across in his studies of the Loincloths, an old, clinical term that had all but passed out of use. Yīnjīng dì.
What an appropriate appellation for one possessed of such a magnificent member, the young prince could not help but muse.
With a gulp, eyes drinking in the sight of the Yīnjīng dì's enormous erection, Zuko took in a breath and burned the ropes off of his body. Then he got onto his hands and knees, and crawled over to the Loincloth, and to the object of his deepest fantasies.
Smiling wanly, he placed a kiss on the head of the Loincloth's manhood, and his hands he placed upon the shaft. His tongue sensually, hungrily laved and tasted the sensitive foreskin while his hands, warm and calloused, worked up and down the tribesman's cock, stroking and rubbing it.
Sokka groaned happily, audibly pleased with the sensations Zuko was eliciting in his manhood, and he placed a hand on the back of the firebender's all but shorn crown. The ponytail he grasped between his fingers, and he pushed down on Zuko's head. The prince, acquiescing to the Loin-god's lustful desires, gladly took Sokka's head into his mouth.
Up and down on Sokka's dick he bobbed his head, his lips making wet, hungry smacking noises as he sucked and blew and licked and kissed. He could only fit a small portion of its length into his mouth, but even just this much was enough for him, and enough for Sokka.
Aang was watching with rapt attention, a visible tent in his own trousers. Meanwhile Katara had slipped a hand inside her dress, and it was clear that the young waterbender was masturbating, blatantly pleasuring herself to the sight of her brother being so lewdly and shamelessly sucked off by the exiled prince of the Fire Nation.
With a loud moan, Sokka came inside Zuko's mouth after several wonderful minutes, and the firebender eagerly swallowed the Loincloth's seed.

After Sokka put his loincloth back on, and Zuko wiped his mouth, our intrepid band of bloody unlikely heroes decided to set off for the North Pole, because the plot demanded
—I mean, because Aang needed to master the four elements and defeat the Fire Lord. Yes. That's totally what it was. That, and nothing else.
But, anyways, plot or no, Aang, Katara, Zuko, and Sokka all flew away from the South Pole on the back of Appa, Aang's buddy.
First, they went to the Southern Air Temple, Aang's former crib.

Aang blinked.
"Huh. So everyone I ever knew or cared about is long dead, my entire people have been wiped out, and the Fire Nation is poised to take over the world."
"What?" said Katara. "You only just figured this out?"
"To be fair, I was pretty deeply in denial until I saw Monk Gyatso's skeleton."
"At which point you blew up the temple," said Zuko.
"Only a little!" Aang protested. "It was just that part of it, and there was very hardly any blowing at all!"
"Yes, regrettably little," opined Katara, eyeing the crotch of her brother's loincloth. Sokka was fast asleep, peacefully, obliviously insensate in the back of Appa's saddle after rather vigorously cheering Aang up, along with the help of his sister and Zuko. (Who had then also wanted their own rides, and, well, Sokka hadn't gotten much to eat recently)
Aang blushed.
"Well, we can always fix that, when he wakes up," he said.
Katara smiled.
"I'd like that," she said, giving's Aang's hand a possibly suggestive squeeze. "I'd really like that."
"Where to next, though?" inquired Zuko. "It's still a very long way to the North Pole, and I don't imagine this bison can fly forever, so we'll obviously want to plan the journey pretty carefully."
"Yeah!" said Aang brightly. "I was thinking of stopping at Kyoshi Island to ride the elephant koi!"
Zuko cocked an eyebrow.
"That's an unusual euphemism," he remarked. "...though I suppose it wouldn't be too an inaccurate a nickname..."
Katara licked her lips, and she nodded in agreement.
Little did they know how literally Aang meant what he said. But they were off to the Isle of Kyoshi, still, where the Kyoshi Warriors dwelt, and the next leg of the Loin-god's journey begins.

A/N: I cannot emphasize overmuch just how utterly CRACK and WTF this fic is. I mean, it's gotten all of one fav and no real feedback, so I don't even know what people think about this fic, or what it is y'all might like about this, if anything.
So maybe if people actually like this (or hate it and wish it was dead), maybe they could let me know? Like, say, in some manner of "review", perhaps...
Chapter added: 9-12-13
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