Avatar XXX

Sokka and Katara had tried to persuade Aang to continue for a bit longer, but the monk had made up his mind. As the only one who could fly Appa properly, he had a rather large say in where they went.

Now they were approaching an Earth Kingdom city on foot. Aang seemed more than pleased, so Katara was taking comfort in that. Aang was grinning ear to ear. He was dressed in his typical monk garb, with a lion-seal skin satchel at his side, filled with berries and nuts and other vegetarian food. In his hand, his glider-staff.

They crested the hill, finding the sight he had been so eager to see. Tears welled up in Aang’s eyes.

It hasn’t changed. Not one bit he smiled.

“The Earth Kingdom city of Omashu!” He declared, spreading his arms wide.

Katara and Sokka’s jaws fell open in awe of the sight before them.

Sat upon a drum pillar of stone were three peaking mountains, almost perfect in their design. A belt of stone walls ran around the outside of this structure, separating it into two distinct areas. The stone atop was lighter, suggesting earthbending origin. The city itself was built quite literally into the mountain. Even from this far away, across a large valley, they could see dozens and dozens of buildings constructed into the rocky terrain.

Shit Sokka thought This is the power of Earthbending!

“I used to always come here to visit my friend, Bumi,” Aang explained with his signature smile.

“Wow!” Katara exclaimed. “We don’t have cities like this in the South Pole.”

“They have buildings here that don’t melt,” Sokka added, still in a trance-like state of amazement.

“Well, let’s go, slowpokes!” Aang called to them, ready to leap the distance of the valley to land right at the gate. He was so excited. “The real fun is inside the city.”

He jumped up, tossing himself a few yards. Katara’s shock at the sight was replaced by shock at the monk’s actions.

He’s so dense She thought to herself.

“Wait, Aang!” She called after him.

Aang was sliding down the more relaxed slope of the hill they were on into the valley. He paused, looking up at Katara. Both siblings were once again in their parkas. Katara had taken the undershirt she had been gifted by the people of Kyoshi and stashed it on Appa, leaving her bust spilling from the middle part yet again.

“It could be dangerous if people find out you’re the Avatar,” Katara explained.

Sokka nodded in agreement. “You need a disguise.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, a bit annoyed by the suggestions of his friends.

“So, what am I supposed to do, grow a moustache?” Aang asked rather sarcastically. 

Sokka’s brain clicked to life. He smirked at Aang, driving one fist into his palm. “Yes!” He declared.

Before Katara or Aang could question him, Sokka turned on his heels and sprinted towards Appa and Momo. He plucked some of Appa’s shedding fur from the beast’s hide. With some rope and some glue, Sokka quickly fashioned Aang a thick white-grey moustache and a massive bushy wig of similar colour.

Momo insisted upon nesting inside the hair, forcing Sokka to make the hairpiece quite large. Aang’s mouth twitched uncomfortably as the scratchy hair was applied.

“Awh, this is so itchy!” He complained, scratching at where it sat on his head. “How do you live in this stuff?”

Appa simply turned and exhaled sharply at Aang, blasting the monk with a damp, warm breath. It smelled.

“Great!” Sokka declared, admiring his handiwork as he relaxed on a rock. “Now you look just like my grandfather.”

“Technically, Aang is one-hundred and eighteen years old,” Katara observed.

Aang kicked up his staff that had been placed on the ground. Head twirled it around several times before placing it firmly into the snow. His back arched, giving the “old man” a serious hunch.

“Now let’s get ‘ta skippin’, young whippersnappers,” Aang called in a hoarse voice, emulating that of an elder. “The big city awaits!”

Sokka and Katara both chuckled at the phrase, following after the monk. Appa settled in for a nap on the hillside as they made their way through the valley to Omashu.

The final approach to Omashu was a long, narrow path up a gradual incline of smooth flat rock. It had several switchback areas, making a direct approach to the walls impossible and giving whoever was guarding the city plenty of time to spot anyone emerging from the valley, even in the late fall fog that had settled in.

“You guys are gonna love Omashu,” Aang explained as they marched onwards towards the pillar city. “The people here are the friendliest in the world! Actually, this city is where I lost my virginity.”

“To an Earth Kingdom girl, huh?” Sokka chuckled. “Nice.”

“I would’ve thought some Air Nomad girl would have claimed that,” Katara added.

“Well, we lived in gender divided temples, so Omashu was closer than the Eastern or Western Air Temples,” Aang explained.

“Rotten cabbages?!” The shout brought the three from their conversation. “What kinda slum do you think this is?!”

They were now only a few yards from the gate. Ahead of them, three guards blocked what appeared to be a smooth wall, with no sign of a crease for a door. It was marked by a large symbol of the Earth Kingdom, sitting high upon the wall. In front of those guards was an older man in simple Earth Kingdom garb of greens and yellows. Next to him was a wooden cart filled with cabbage.

One of the guards, the leader of the pack, it seemed, was holding one of the vegetables. He slammed it together between his hands, causing the green ball to explode into dozens of pieces. He proceeded to knock the three cabbages the man was holding from his hand, sending them bouncing across the narrow path and into the ravine below. The cabbage merchant was pushed aside, and the guard took a stance.

Katara, Sokka, and Aang paused, feeling a trembling in the ground. A splintering crack went from the guard’s foot to under the wooden cart, spreading out as a massive jagged pillar of stone leapt up, launching the cart up and over the side of the walkway and into the ravine. It flew high, cresting the top of the wall.

“No!” Screamed the merchant. “My cabbages!”

Katara, Sokka, and Aang leaned over the edge just in time to watch the cart disappear into the fog bed. A few moments later, they heard the sound of wood and vegetables splintering as it impacted the unseen ground.

“Just keep smiling,” Aang whispered to the others as they turned to face the guards. Katara glanced at her brother, offering a nervous smile.

Maybe we can seduce them? Katara wondered. It’s two guys and a girl … If Kyoshi is any metric to go off of, it seems every warrior is down to fuck, which I am not complaining about

The guard stepped forward as Aang approached, now once again in his old man persona.

The guard let out a grunt, throwing a fist low to the ground. Once again, the ground shook as a large boulder leapt from the earth at the guard’s command. He held it aloft in the air with an extended closed fist, hovering over Aang.

This is bad! Sokka panicked silently, trying his best to show no emotion.

The guard was a burly, barrel-chested man with a thick goatee of brown hair. “State your business.” He ordered sternly.

Aang pushed off the ground, using a subtle Airbending blast to propel himself at a quick speed. He was up to the guard in an instant. Katara gasped, worrying that Aang was about to start a fight.

“My business is my business, young man, and none o’ yours!” Aang shouted in his old man voice, driving his finger into the guard’s chest. “I’ve got half a mind ‘ta bend ya over my knee an’ paddle ya backside!”

Katara and Sokka shared a concerned glance. The guard dropped the rock to the ground, causing another small shudder of the earth beneath them.

We’re doomed Katara thought, shaking her head slowly.

The guard was stunned, staring down at the short man. “Settle down, old timer,” He said in a more relaxed tone. “Just tell me who you are.”

“Name’s Bonzoo … Pippenpadlopsicopolis … the third,” Aang declared, stumbling halfway through his name. “An’ these a’ mah Gran’kids.”

Sokka winced in fear, knowing their cover was most certainly blown. Katara strolled forward, smiling.

“Hi~” She greeted in a sultry tone. “June Pippenpadlopsicopolis, nice to meet you.”

She smiled and waved, making sure to push her breasts together until they were almost fully spilling from her parka. The guard looked down, spotting Katara’s nipples beginning to poke out from the window. He scratched his beard, doing his best to avoid staring. Katara could see him blushing.

I love my tits she chuckled to herself. She swayed her body a bit more, causing her massive bust to become impossible to ignore.

“You seem like a slu- I mean, responsible young lady,” The guard began in a flustered tone. He pointed to Katara. “See that your grandfather stays out of trouble. Enjoy Omashu.”

He stepped aside, gesturing to the wall. Katara, Sokka, and Aang began to walk forward.

“We will,” Katara said, winking at the guard.

Sokka marched forward, far behind the other two.

Play it cool, play it cool he kept reminding himself, knowing his face was dancing with fear and concern. Sokka glanced up, locking eyes with the guard, who was scowling at him.

Sokka looked away, picking up his pace.

“Wait a minute!” The guard shouted. Aang and Katara turned around, finding the guard’s hand now firmly gripping Sokka’s shoulder.

“You’re a strong young man,” The guard commented, spinning Sokka around with one hand. “Show some respect for the elderly and carry your grandfather’s bag!”

Aang chuckled to himself, and Katara breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Aang removed the bag effortlessly, tossing it to Sokka.

“Great idea!” He commented as it landed in Sokka’s hands, bouncing off the side of his head on the way.

With that, the three turned back to the city’s flat wall. The entire world shook the heaviest it had yet as the stone was suddenly split in half from where it had seemed entirely solid. The gate was in three sections, opening in sequence, pulling back as each earthbender atop the wall pulled the gate in.

Aang smiled, happy to have returned to somewhere so familiar. Katara and Sokka were once again impressed by the marvel of bending. The three marched into the city, the walls closing behind them.

The guard watched them go, and just as they were leaving his sight, he could swear that the old man’s hair grew a pair of white ears.

The city inside was just as beautiful. A legion of guards with spears stood on the other-side of the wall, seemingly prepared to attack anyone who somehow managed to penetrate the outer wall. The wall behind them slammed shut, but by now all three were staring in amazement at the busy city. Slides and chutes of stone snaked all over, darting in and around the beautiful stone houses with green tiled roofs. A bustling marketplace lay to their left, with plenty of residential areas to the right and even further up. Fall snow coated every roof, the white powder shining in the sunlight. Children laughed and played in the streets. Everything was made of Earth.

“This is the Omashu delivery system,” Aang explained, pointing to the aqueducts covering the city. “Miles and miles of tubes and chutes. Earthbending brings packages up, and gravity brings them down.”

Sokka glanced at Aang, a bit annoyed.

We came all this way and nearly got arrested for…. He sighed. “Great, so they get their mail on time.”

Aang smiled. “They do get their mail on time. But my friend, Bumi, found a better use for these chutes.”

Over a hundred years ago, Aang had visited Omashu. It was one of the places he visited frequently, and personally his favourite. He had only revealed his status as the Avatar to one person in the city.

Aang was lounging in an Omashu pleasure house, a busty girl lying to his right. Her lips were sealed around his massive cock, sucking hard on the tip, desperate to get another load out of him. She pulled back, gasping for air. Drool lines connected lips to his cock head as her hand desperately jerked him off.

“Please,” She moaned, “Just a little more cum.”

Aang grabbed the back of her, drilling her down onto his tip. He thrust hard into her mouth. His sore dick was ready to explode with another blast. Aang glanced over to the pile of men and women that Bumi had had, all of them coated in cum and squirt.

The ginger had long since left his pleasure pile, standing on the balcony just outside the doorway. He was completely nude, save for a green headband which made his spiky hair stand on end. His massive cock, though soft, hung down to the floor, the last few inches coiling up like a discarded rope. His heavy balls hung down to his knees. The ginger was in deep concentration. 

Aang grunted as he finished inside the girl’s mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all down. He released her head, allowing her to recoil and catch her breath. Aang stood up, his own cock now fully soft and not hanging nearly as low as Bumi’s. He walked over to the balcony to try to guess what Bumi was staring at.

“Look around you, what do you see?” Bumi asked. He turned around to face Aang, a wide smile on his face.

“Uhmmm,” Aang took a moment to look. “The mail system?”

Bumi shook his head. He raised a finger into the air. “Instead of seeing what they want you to see, you gotta open your brain to the possibilities.”

Aang thought for a long moment. “A package sending system?” 

Bumi threw his hands in the air, a big smile upon his face, “The world’s greatest super-slide!”

Aang chuckled. “Bumi, you’re a mad genius.”

Bumi began to laugh deeply, snorting as he often did.

Abandoning their rented pleasures, Aang and Bumi spent the rest of the day fully clothed, as they tore down every slide they could find.

Aang remembered the old path he and his friend had taken to infiltrate the mailing system. In no time at all, Aang, Katara, and Sokka found themselves in one of the stone carts, staring down a near sheer drop slide at the very top of Omashu. Katara and Sokka could feel their hearts beating wildly in their chest as all excitement gave way to fear. Aang, as usual, was very enthusiastic. He turned to his companions.

“One ride,” He promised. “Then we’re off to the North Pole. Airbender’s honour.”

The cart was already halfway past the drop, swaying back and forth as the weight balanced it on the hinge of the drop.

“This sounded fun at first,” Katara admitted. “But, now that I’m here, I’m starting to have second thou-!”

Her voice was cut off as Aang leaned forward, cutting all debate short as the cart plunged at nearly a ninety-degree angle. They rocketed down the smooth stone chute at blazing speed. Aang was laughing as they flew through the city, hitting drop after drop. Katara and Sokka weren’t screaming yet, but every dip left them with the fear that the cart would fly off the stoneway and into the city.

Aang’s laughter did not last long. As they were an unscheduled drop, there were other packages flying through the city, believing their line was open. Up ahead, their chute merged with another from the west. On that line lay a rack of freshly sharpened spears, heading down to the gate to replace some old ones that hadn’t passed inspection. This earned screams of panic from all three chute riders as it pulled alongside their cart.

The chutes merged, with the spear rack ending up behind the trio. However, it soon matched their speed, then it surpassed them. Sokka ducked low into the cart as the sharp steel sailed overhead. Because of how cramped it was, his face was mere inches from the blades. Katara turned around, gasping as the spears came to a stop. The edge of its cart hit the edge of theirs. Like Sokka, the sharp spike was a mere inch from her back. She had leaned forward, squishing her massive bust hard against Aang’s back, trying to get as close to him as possible.

“I’m on it!” Aang called. Both Water Tribe siblings screamed in fear as Aang gripped the edge of their cart, shaking and pulling at the cart.

“What are you doing?!” Sokka screamed. Aang gave a mighty pull, ripping the cart off its path and crashing it through the side wall of the chute. They were now free-falling through the air. Aang cheered; the other two screamed. They slammed into a green tiled roof. It was sloped, changing them from a straight plummet and launching them in a more horizontal trajectory into a training yard. They bounced through the drill instructor’s speech about being prepared for anything in combat.

This intrusion shocked all the soldiers, catching only a glimpse of what appeared to be some sort of lemur-bat, a man in a grey wig all but leaping from a delivery cart, his foot firmly planted into the face of the busty girl sitting behind him (her breasts completely spilling out of the parka she was in), and another man, falling out of the cart, and desperately grabbing its back in to stay onboard.

Across the yard, their cart slammed through a guard rail, crossing two more tracks of goods, moving slowly across stone rollers. They knocked a crate of pumpkins over, effectively blocking both lines. From there, they went through another guard rail and out once again into a free fall as the platform they were on dropped away.

The Water Tribe siblings screamed as they fell again. This time, luckily, they landed on another shoot, bringing them some semblance of control, though they were travelling at an insane speed, far faster than when they started.

“Aang!” Katara shouted, “Do something! Use your airbending!”

Aang smiled. “Yeah, good idea, that’ll make us go even faster!”

THIS BASTARD!! Katara screamed in her mind.

“Wait!” Katara shouted. But Aang had already swung his arms, sending two massive blasts of air sailing behind him. Katara heard a tearing RIP. Suddenly, her entire torso felt a rush of air. She turned around as Sokka gave a muffled grunt. She watched her torn parka sail off and away into the air, leaving the Water Tribe girl completely topless. She looked down to find the air blast had also shredded her breeches, leaving her in only her boots.

He did that on purpose She thought annoyedly.

The small sonic boom that his wind blast generated brought much attention to the cart flying down the chute. The trio could see civilians watching in shock and panic. They were on the final approach, now a sheer drop levelled out into a sorting yard. Ahead of them, an Earthbender guard was sorting crates. One sat on the line in front of them, stationary. They all screamed, realising they were on a collision course. The guard moved it away to another track, earning a sigh of relief. Only to replace it with another stationary cart, pulled up from underneath. Another scream from the trio as they rocketed into the yard and slammed into the cart on their line.

Aang, Katara, and Sokka went flying into the air, the tatters of Katara’s breeches floating away on the wind. The stone cart that was their ride sailed overhead. They were in a dead spot for chutes. Aang spotted a series of slanted roofs. With a contorted swing, Aang brought the stone cart around, pulling himself, Katara, and Sokka. It was a hard impact, scattering the green tiles everywhere as they dropped from roof to roof.

The second one tossed them through a paper window, ripping through the bedroom of a couple having sex.

“Sorry!” Aang screamed as they rocketed through the other window and back out into the city. They slammed down on a balcony, sliding through a pet store, out there other-side and dropping again.

A Ferret-Cat landed on Aang’s head, fighting for the newfound territory with Momo. The duo circled Aang’s face several times before the lemur-bat shoved the competition away.

At the end of the impromptu straightaway, the cart slammed into the low barrier wall, crashing through it and the wooden boards lying there. They dropped for a final time with a scream from all three, crashing down into the market they had seen at the bottom of the city and wrecking the cart of a cabbage merchant.

“My cabbages!” He screamed. “You’re gonna pay for this!”

Aang, Sokka and Katara sat up, finding themselves surrounded by guards.

“Two cabbages, please,” Aang said weakly as his wig and moustache fell off.

The trio was detained and brought to the palace about halfway up the hillside. The royal residence was a snaking cavern of passageways and false rooms, designed to entrap any invading force.

Wow, this city’s defences are impeccable Sokka thought as they were paraded along, jealously recalling his own home’s meagre snow wall.

A dimly lit room of dark green gems was their final destination. A large vaulted ceiling that went up so high it was impossible to see the top. A deep carpet of green and black upon the floor, all leading to a marble white throne, sat upon by an extremely elderly king. It was a modest thing, all the same, more of a chair than anything else. The man was flanked by two guards, each holding a spear.

The King wore massive green robes covering his entire body, gemmed rings coated every finger, and his spotted head sported a large bald spot covered by a feathered cap. Aang recognised it as the crown of Omashu. His eyes were mismatched, one a light pale green, the other a deep jade. His nose was bent, clearly having been broken several times. His eyebrows were thick, and a white goatee sprouted from his chin.

Katara grunted in annoyance, having not been offered anything to wear by the guards. She was paraded all the way up and into the palace in chains, completely nude. Though part of her had been aroused by the restriction, and another part by the exhibition of it all. The guards removed the metal chains and pushed them into the hall.

The King glanced over all three, as well as the small creature to Aang’s right. Taking a moment to examine Aang further. He grunted in a strange tone as Aang, Sokka, and Katara were forced down to their feet. Another guard entered behind them, walking over to Katara and presenting her with the parka that had blown up in the joy ride.

“Cover yourself,” He ordered.

Katara did so, though the thing was far too short to adequately cover her legs and in the crouching position, her entire shapely ass was left on display.

“Your Grace,” One guard began. “These criminals were arrested for vandalism, travelling under false pretences, public indecency, and malicious destruction of cabbages.”

The Cabbage Merchant had been brought in as a witness, standing nearby. He danced up and down, waving his fist in the air.

“Off with their heads!” He chanted. “One for each head of cabbage!”

“Silence,” The guard barked, gesturing to the man. “Only the King can pass down judgment.”

The guard turned to The Old King. “What is your judgment, Sire?”

He leered at the apprehended trio, taking a long pause as he looked over Aang. Sokka began to twitch and stammer again, just as nervous as he had been at the gate. Katara was busy adjusting herself in her parka, unsure if she wanted to display her body or not. Aang was whistling, attempting to avoid the King’s gaze.

“Throw them,” He began, taking a long pause. “A feast.”

There were several gasps from all present. Most in shock, some in relief.

Aang, Katara, and Sokka were escorted to the Great Hall of the palace through more twisting and turning caverns. They arrived as the chefs were setting out the last of everything. A mix of seafood, meats, breads, and plenty of vegetarian options. Momo leapt onto the table, hungrily eating down small balls of bread and rice.

Aang, Katara, and Sokka sat down in three chairs set opposite a large one at the end of the table. Their plates were empty.

“Don’t be shy, eat up,” The Old King called as he entered behind them. Despite his age, he was moving entirely independently. Katara and Sokka selected some Picken drumsticks whilst Aang went for the salads.

The Old King walked up behind them, his impressive arm span allowing him to grab at both Sokka and Katar’s chairs. He leaned in between them, a massive man now that they were up close to him. Even with his hunch, he towered over them all, even Sokka at his impressive six-foot-three-inch height.

“The people of my city have gotten fat from too many feasts,” He explained. His massive hand reached down, plucking the drumstick from Katara’s plate. “So I hope you like your picken with no skin.”

He waved it in front of Aang’s face, his entire fist dwarfing the piece of food in his hand.

“Thanks, but I don’t eat meat,” Aang explained.

The Old King turned to Sokka. “How about you? I bet you like meat.”

He thrust his arm upwards, driving the entire drumstick into Sokka’s mouth. The Water Tribe warrior yelped in shock as his mouth was violated. A moment later, the spices of the skinless food hit his palate. The Old King removed his hand from the drumstick, walking away. Sokka removed the intrusion from his mouth, chewing on the food with a smile.

Katara leaned over to Aang, whispering to the monk. “Is it just me, or is this guy’s crown on crooked?”

The King reached the other side of the table, sitting in his large chair. “So, tell me, young bald one, where are you from?”

He relaxed in his chair, folding his massive hands together.

Aang smiled. “I’m from Kangaroo Island,” He replied shortly.

The King stroked his beard at the answer, impressed, it seemed. “Oh, Kangaroo Island, eh? I hear that place is really hopping!”

There was a pause, the silence in the room broken only by the cough of a guard. Suddenly, Sokka burst out laughing, bellowing deeply into the empty hall. Aang and Katara glanced over to him, surprised by the outburst. Sokka opened his eyes to meet the stare of his sister and friend. His laughter slowly died as an awkward embarrassment set in.

“What?” He asked, shrugging. “It was … pretty funny?”

A yawn from The Old King brought their attention back to the head of the table.

This guy must be as old as Aang Katara thought It’s only a bit past noon, and he’s ready for bed?

“All these good jokes are making me tired,” He explained, moving to rise from his chair. “Guess it's time to hit the hay.”

He twisted back, throwing his arm out and launching something across the table. The speed of it was incredible. Aang’s arms leapt up in defence, only fast enough to create an air cyclone around the object and stop it. A small drumstick was floating between Aang’s hands. The guards gasped at the sight of the floating food.

That was so fast! Sokka thought I didn’t even see it leave his hand!

“There’s an airbender in our presence,” The King declared, rising from his seat. His face twisted into an evil smirk. “And not just any airbender. The Avatar.” His last declaration was dripping with malice.

Aang dropped his hands, letting the drumstick fall into his salad.

The Old King sat down. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself, Mr Pippenpadlopsicopolis?”

Aang stood up, raising his hands. “Okay, you caught me. I’m the Avatar. Doing my Avatar thing, keeping the world safe.”

He lowered his hands, bending down to look under the feast table.

“Everything checks out!” He declared. “No firebenders here. So, good work, everybody.”

He reached out, grabbing Sokka and Katara by the shoulders. With an air boost, he pulled them both to their feet, beginning to retreat towards the door. Momo lifted, flying over to land and perched on his shoulder.

“Love each other,” Aang continued. The Old King stared at him quizzically, but Aang continued to retreat for the door. “Respect all life, and don’t run with your spears. We’ll see you next time!”

They reached the threshold where the Great Hall met the passageways. The two guards at the entrance crossed their polearms, trapping the trio.

Katara turned to the King, furious at the guards’ actions. “You can’t keep us here!” She declared. “Let us leave!”

The King picked at the salad on his own plate, presenting a large green frond.

Lettuce leaf?” He repeated, taking a bite.

Sokka gasped, “We’re in serious trouble.” He whispered to the others. “This guy is nuts.”

“Tomorrow,” The King began again, less intent in his voice.“The Avatar will face three deadly challenges. But for now, the guards will escort you to your chamber.”

One guard, not too far from the King, leaned down and whispered to him. “My liege, do you mean the Good Chamber or the Bad Chamber?”

The King paused a moment before replying. “The Newly-Refurbished Chamber.”

The guard scratched his head. “Wait, which one are we talking about?”

“The one that, uh … used to be the Bad Chamber, until the recent refurbishing, that is,” The King glanced down, a bit more unsure of his words, smiling to himself at the off tone of the conversation. “Of course … we’ve just been calling it the, uhh … calling it the New Chamber, but we … We really should number them. Uhhh….”

The Guards were still scratching their heads, as well as the king, at this point. “I-its, fine, we’ll put a pin in that. Take them to the Refurbished Chamber that was once bad!” He decreed.

The guards grabbed the four, taking them away.

Through more passageways and hidden staircases, the group finally around at a dead-end hallway. One of the guards behind them thrust his arm down, dropping the wall to reveal a round room.

They were all shoved inside quickly, and the wall was put back up. The room was large and round with three beds in the middle under a lacy silk garment hanging from the ceiling. Green glowing crystals decorated the space, giving the entire room a soft glow. Every other panel of walling had an air hole on it, but otherwise, it seemed they were locked up tight.

“This is a prison cell?” Katara questioned. “But it’s so nice.”

“He did say it was newly refurbished,” Aang replied.

Sokka shook his head. “Nice or not, we’re prisoners.”

“I wonder what these challenges are gonna be,” Aang bemoaned, gripping tightly to his staff.

Katara placed her hands on her curvy hips, jutting out nude and exposed like a Kyoshi Whore. “We’re not sticking around to find out,” She declared. “There’s gotta be some way out of here.”

Aang glanced around the room. It seemed to have been carved with Earthbending, meaning it was one long continuous piece with no creases or cracks. Except for-

“The air vents!” Aang exclaimed, pointing at the porthole on the wall. He pointed at one directly across from the group.

Sokka and Katara exchanged a sceptical glance. “If you think we’re gonna fit through there, you’re crazier than that king.” He declared, shaking his head.

“We can’t, but Momo can,” Aang replied, pointing at his pet.

Momo was already lounging on one of the beds. She had been quite the glutton. Whilst all the other talk at the table had been a desperate game of lies and politics, the Lemur-Bat had been stuffing her face and was now quite swollen with a belly of food that would have been enough to satisfy Sokka’s insatiable appetite.

Aang went over to the bed, the Lemur-Bat was lounging, one hand on her full gut, another licking an apple she had smuggled from the room.

“Momo,” Aang called her. “I need you to find Appa and bust us out of here.”

The Lemur-Bat looked up in confusion at Aang. The Monk grabbed the creature, bringing her over to the air duct and began stuffing her inside. The top half went in no problem, leaving the fat belly and legs to hang out. Despite Aang’s pushing, she wouldn’t fit.

“Go on, girl!” He cheered. “Get Appa!”

Aang sighed, realising it wouldn’t work. Sokka had begun lounging on one of the beds.

“Ehh, how is Appa supposed to save us anyway?” Sokka asked, crossing his hands behind his head.

“Appa is a ten-ton flying bison,” Aang replied, “I think he could figure something out.”

Katara removed her parka, far too warm in the chamber. Sokka tried his best not to glance at his sister’s nude form. He had to admit, somewhere deep inside his mind, he found her appealing. He had spent years fucking all her friends, all of whom had constantly insisted their bodies, no matter how curvy or thick, could never beat Katara’s. She had the biggest tits, the widest hips, the thinnest waist, the thickest thighs; they all had constantly attested. And now, on the road constantly and isolated with just her, Sokka had to admit they were right. He looked away, trying to hide his growing erection.

“Well,” She declared, pulling her sheets back. “No point in arguing about it now. Get some rest, Aang. Looks like you’ll need it for tomorrow.”

Ugh, why did we all have to be imprisoned together She bemoaned in her mind. Katara glanced down at her crotch, slick with arousal on her thick thighs. Fuck … I need something, a cock in literally any hole. Even fingers would do! But not with Sokka right there … Even though, ugh, I could have the two most hung people I know … Stop Katara, not your brother!

She bit her lip, spotting Sokka’s bulge in his raised right leg.

Is he … hard from my body? Am I wet from his? She wondered.

Aang sat down on the bed, rubbing his head in confusion.

The trio soon found themselves sleeping, resting comfortably in their beds. It was far into the night, nearing the witching hour, when Sokka and Katara were removed from the room. Earthbenders underneath the room doing their most delicate bending, pulling their beds from the room. The movement was so gentle that neither of them noticed until their bedposts were resting on the floor of a dark passageway hidden under the room.

“Get up,” hissed the guard.

Sokka and Katara were ripped from their beds, their mouths covered to keep them from screaming. Their beds went back into the roof, trapping them in the long corridor. There were four guards with them.

“What’s going on?” Sokka hissed. “What are you doing to us?”

“Calm down,” The guardsmen replied. “The King has instructed us to offer you some compensation for your troubles. Please, come with us.”

Sokka and Katara exchanged a glance. The four guards began to walk down the hallway. The Water Tribe Siblings realised they were all holding glowing rocks, taking the light with them. They fell in behind them, marching down the hallway.

“What does the King want with Aang?” Sokka asked. “He should be grateful the Avatar has returned!”

“No talking,” A guard ordered.

After a few minutes of silence, they arrived at the end of the hallway. One of the guards made a similar motion to the one before that opened the door. Katara and Sokka’s eyes were assaulted by a heavy ray of yellow light flooding in from the room.

“Omashu is famous for its pleasure houses,” One guard explained. “We are sure you’ve been on the road for a long time. Please enjoy, compliments of the King.”

Sokka and Katara exchanged a look. The guards began to retreat, leaving the Water Tribe siblings standing in front of a room.

“So he captures us, then gives us some whores?” Sokka questioned. “Something’s off.”

“Who cares?” Katara asked. “Do you know how horny I am right now? I haven’t gotten off in over a day!”

Sokka nodded, “I could use a couple nuts busted…”

Katara gestured to the threshold. “C’mon, let’s have some fun.”

The duo entered. Inside a room lit by a yellow crystal. A thin green sheet divided the room. Two massive beds lay inside in the centre of the room, near the sheet. Baths lay towards the edge, with couches and other places to lounge.

“Welcome, travelling companions of the Avatar,” Called a surprisingly familiar voice.

Katara gasped in excitement, spotting the guard from the main gate. He was now dressed down, exposing his incredibly toned body. Massive muscles coat his arms and legs. His torso was coated in a forest of hair. His stomach lacked a six-pack, but Katara knew it was as strong as the rest of his body. His brown hair was cut short with the back part pulled into a bun. The only thing he wore was a loincloth, against which Katara could see his massive bulge. It had been hidden by his guard robes before, though Katara had tried to search for it.

“I’d kinda been hoping to run into you again,” Katara cooed, feeling her crotch aching badly.

Sokka grunted. “You’re such a slut sometimes.”

“And you’re not? Last I checked, you turned all my friends into your personal harem and fucked the leader of Kyoshi Whores in all three holes,” Katara replied in an annoyed tone.

“You fucked a Kyoshi Whore?” Another voice filled the room.

Sokka and Katara glanced to the other side of the room. A girl was lounging on one of the large ottomans. Her long brown hair was short and spiky. If one were to observe just her head, she’d probably be mistaken for a boy. Even her chest did her no favours. Her breasts were small, more just two buds upon which her copper colored nipples sat. Her grin was wide and mischievous, matching the minx-like glare in her green eyes. What marked her as a girl was her lower half. A smooth, shaven pussy, her outer labia seeming almost swollen with how puffy it was. So swollen that it was eating the pale yellow thong she had covering it, leaving it to look more like pale yellow string being chewed by her thick body. Her thighs were thick and plump, shockingly so when compared to her slender top half. Her ass wasn’t visible to either Water Tribe sibling yet, but if her hips were anything to go by, it would be equally impressive. Her shoulders were narrow and thin, making just how far her hips jutted out even more stunning.

“Allow my partner and I to introduce ourselves,” She cooed, getting up from the bed. “I’m Hale.”

She moved across the room. She stopped inches from Sokka.  Her hands went up, caressing his arms.

“I am Rolo,” The guard from before added, moving alongside Katara.

Katara shuddered as his hand wrapped around her bicep. His hand was as big as her face, his fingers were as thick as the handle of Sokka’s club. Sokka, meanwhile, could feel his erection beating against his breeches, desperately trying to escape.

“The King has asked us to take care of you, keep you both from getting bored while your friend competes in the challenges. Please, follow us.”

Sokka and Katara allowed themselves to be led over to the two beds. Rolo and Hale began stripping themselves of what little clothing they had. Hale’s thong was off in an instant, not that it had been doing much work to cover her body at all. Rolo then sank to his knees, though because of the height difference, he was still eye level with Katara’s nude chest. Hale, meanwhile, began to strip Sokka of his garments. First came his tunic, then the undershirt and gloves. Finally, she began to undo his breeches.

Katara moaned suddenly, bringing Sokka’s attention to the left. Through the thin green sheet, he watched the silhouette of Katara shudder. She was still standing, both hands buried on to Rolo’s head as his thick tongue explored her cunt. Sokka watched Katara’s breasts heaving on her chest as she drew in a haggard breath. Sokka grunted in shock, moaning as his still half-hard cock disappeared down Hale’s throat. She began to bob her head along the shaft, stroking the cock to hardness.

Katara gripped Rolo’s short hair, moaning and mewling as his tongue explored her insides. One hand leapt up, massaging her own breast, pulling hard at it.

“Fuck,” Katara moaned. “No one’s ever eaten me out before.”

Rolo pulled back, smiling up at her, a line of drool connecting his lips to hers. “Shame, you taste amazing.” He leaned back in, kissing her crotch. His tongue flicked at her clit several times, causing Katara’s legs to spasm and shake.

Hale’s hand reached up, clutching Sokka’s ball sack. He grunted in shock at the touching, mellowing out as she began to massage his nuts. His hands went down to Hale’s head, encouraging her to take him deeper. She gagged and choked lightly, a beautiful symphony in Sokka’s ears.

Katara glanced at her brother through the thin curtain, making out his silhouette. She watched his thick shaft disappear down Hale’s throat. His massive sack hanging low, churning with his cum.

His balls are so big Katara thought I’ve seen how he can inflate the girls' wombs with his cum!

She looked down at her stomach, flat and toned, resting between her fat tits and her wide hips. She began to fantasise, her stomach swollen and bloated, heavy with the gallons of cum her brother deposited inside her. She was jolted back to reality as Rolo hit a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue, earning a shriek from Katara. Her hands braced herself on his head as she squirted into his mouth. Rolo drank greedily as her excess twat water ran down his chin.

Sokka looked over at Katara’s cry, watching her massive bust bouncing and swaying as she finished against the Earth Kingdom warrior’s tongue. He began to fantasise about fucking her tits. He had been told a thousand times and one that Katara had the biggest chest of all the girls in his tribe. Part of him, a dark part of him, knew that he wanted to sample it. After all, his massive cock deserved to be nestled between the biggest chest, did it not?

Hale pushed forward, taking Sokka to the hilt and kissing his pubic bone. Sokka looked down, locking his blue eyes with her green ones. With a grunt and a groan, he ejaculated, unloading himself directly into Hale’s stomach. The whore moaned as she was pumped full of semen.

Both Water Tribe siblings closed their eyes in ecstasy as their orgasms crescendoed. Sokka grunted, tossing his head back. He opened his eyes and looked down. He could see Katara, sucking greedily on his cock, as he had caught her doing to Aang. Sokka gasped, looking away.

Katara was panting heavily; she looked down between her chest, opening her eyes. She imagined Sokka between her legs, his tongue finally being put to good use. She blinked several times, rubbing her eyes.

“Want to find out if I taste as good as you?”

Katara opened her eyes to find Rolo lording over her, his mouth coated in her juices. She glanced down, finding his massive cock was pointed towards the floor. It was so heavy and swollen that it couldn’t even support its own weight. It was as thick as the burly man’s neck. Katara breathed haggard breaths, nodding her head rapidly. She was unable to break her gaze upon his cock.

Sokka released Hale’s head, letting her head pull from his still hard cock. He rubbed his head.

No, it’s wrong He reminded himself. He looked over to Katara. His cock twitched as he stared at her side profile. Her chest was massive, as was her ass. She was like the definition of femininity, of fertility.

“So, want to keep going?” Hale called.

Sokka looked down at the bottom-heavy whore. She was crouched on the floor, his half-hard cock draped over the left side of her face. It was coated in her spit, and she was smiling at him.

Katara and Sokka fucked their companions long into the night, only finally finding themselves to sleep near the wee hours of the day. Aang slept the night away, unknowingly alone. It was well into the morning when the guard came to retrieve him. The rumbling of the opening door stirred the young monk. He opened his sleepy eyes. Having rested on his stomach, he was able to glance at the open beds where Sokka and Katara had slept. His eyes shot open as he sat up in bed.

“Sokka?! Katara?!” He called in a panic. His eyes scanned the room, finding it empty. He turned to the guard in the entryway. “Where are my friends?!”

“The King will free them if you complete your challenges,” The guard explained sternly.

“And if I fail?” Aang asked.

“He didn’t say,” The guard replied. He extended his hand, open palm. “Your staff, please.”

Aang crawled from the bed. His glider was on the floor at the foot of his bed. He grunted, kicking it up into his hand with airbending. Reluctantly, he tossed it to the guard.

He was escorted back to the throne room by two guards. On the way, Aang kept his eyes out, scanning every room they passed, looking for any sign of his friends. He found nothing. Finally, they reached the main atrium. Inside was The Old King. His outfit was similar to one he wore the day prior, though it was now a mix of garish purples instead of jades and greens.

“First, Avatar,” The King began, skipping formalities. “What do you think of my new outfit? I want your honest opinion.” He sounded stunningly earnest.

He gestured his arms out, allowing Aang a good look at the flowing robes covering his large, hunched form. There was a cough from one of the guards, the only sound in the sea of silence as Aang stared at the main.

Who the hell is this guy? Aang wondered to himself.

“I’m waiting,” The King said gleefully, smiling.

“I…” Aang scratched his head.

Is this the challenge? Is it a riddle? He was so confused.

“Guess it’s fine?” Aang finished with a shrug.

“Excellent,” The King said. “You’ve passed the first test.”

“Really?” Aang asked in shock and surprise.

“Well …” The King cocked his head to one side, “Not one of the deadly tests. The real challenges are much more, ehh, challenging.”

Aang pushed off the floor with airbending, launching himself across the space between him and the King before the guards could stop him. He was a foot from the man when he stopped, blasting a heavy gust through the enclosed throne room.

“I don’t have time for your crazy games!” Aang declared. “Give me my friends back. We’re leaving!”

“Oh, I thought you might refuse,” The King hissed, a sinister coating to his words. “So, I will give your friends some special souvenirs.”

The wall to Aang’s right dropped with a thrust of earthbending. He looked over to see Katara and Sokka. Both were entirely nude, being held on the arm by Hale and Rolo, both in their guard uniforms. Both produced thick rings of gems, purple for Sokka, green for Katara. Sokka and Katara tried to pull away, but they had been sealed to the floor by earthbending.

Hale put her ring on Sokka’s long, soft cock, pushing it up to the base.

“Those delight rings are made of pure jennamite,” The King began to explain.

Rolo placed his rings on Katara’s thick nipples. Both of them clamped down, earning shrieks from the Water Tribe siblings.

“It’s also known as Creeping Crystal,” The King explained. “It’s a crystal that grows remarkably fast. It’s also an aphrodisiac, keeping the wearer aroused, even when they’ve got nothing left in the tank. By nightfall, your friends will either be suffocated in cocoons for the crystal or will have fucked themselves to death. Terrible fate, really. I can stop it, but only if you cooperate.”

Sokka’s erection sprang to attention. It was painful how hard he was. The crystal began to grow up his shaft and down over his balls.

“Ahh, it’s already creeping!” Sokka exclaimed.

Katara’s grew as well, beginning to swallow up her breasts, but leaving her nipples exposed.

“Fuck,” Katara exclaimed, breathing heavily. She was soaked, her thighs slick with arousal.

“You want us to fuck you?” Hale teased, massaging Sokka’s balls. Sokka nodded his head rapidly. Katara was clawing at Rolo’s chest.

“Please, your tongue, your cock, your fingers, whatever you want to give me. I’m so aroused I can barely stand!” Katara pleaded.

Aang looked away as Hale and Rolo began to service his friends. “I’ll do what you want,” Aang resigned. The King smirked.

Deep in the mountains of Omashu was a massive cavern of stalactites and stalagmites. A hard-pouring waterfall was in the centre of the room, with the river it was forming flowing out of the room. The King brought Aang, Katara, Sokka, Hale, and Rolo to the room. Katara and Sokka weren’t paying particular attention. Sokka was face fucking Hale with all his might.

“Please, please, cum, please,” he grunted to himself.

Katara was on her stomach, having her ass scraped out by Rolo’s massive cock. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She was screaming.

Aang was instructed out into the cavern, finding a flat area to stand. He had also been ordered to strip. Aang was now standing in the cavern, staring up at the balcony where The Old King and his companions were, dressed only in his small clothes, a meager loin cloth that could barely hold his cock and balls.

The King snorted with laughter. He looked back at Sokka and Katara, watching the Creeping Crystal grow. It had spread all across Katara’s chest, growing like strands of leather, leaving her nipples exposed and approaching her neck like a bondage harness. Sokka’s was covering the bottom five inches of his thick cock and had grown like a shield around his balls. From there, it was creeping directly up his naval towards his chest.

He turned back to Aang. “It seems I’ve lost my lunch box key and I’m hungry!” The king called to the Avatar, having to shout over the sound of Sokka and Katara’s lewd display and the waterfall’s impact on the rocks.

Hanging inside the waterfall itself was an iron chain with a key at the bottom of it. Several feet below that was a ladder, embedded in the rocks. The King pointed to it.

“Ooh, there it is!” He called. “Would you mind fetching it for me?”

Aang grunted, focusing on the task.

Easy enough He thought. Aang leapt forward, bouncing from stalagmite to stalagmite, using his Airbending to keep him up in the air. In mere moments, he was approaching the rushing waterfall. With a flick of his wrist, Aang wrapped himself in an air shield and dove into the base of the fall.

The water pressure slamming down on him was almost unbearable as occasional spurts of water blasted through his air pocket. Aang kept his body low, trying his best to use as little area as possible to keep his air shield up. He pushed himself, climbing the slippery rock that the ladder was on. His air shield failed as his hand grabbed the bottom rung. Aang could barely bring his other arm up. The ladder rung was slippery, and his grip was unstable.

Sokka busted inside Hale’s mouth. Slamming his cock down to the jennamite base into her mouth. She shrieked, desperate for air, but Sokka didn’t care. He managed to focus for a moment on the trial.

“Ooh, climbing the ladder,” The King chuckled sarcastically. “No one’s thought of that before.”

Sokka’s control faded away as his cock became hard again. He pulled himself from Hale’s mouth. He tossed her to the ground aggressively.

“Wait,” She moaned, but Sokka didn’t listen, burying himself in her pussy. His hand went down, grabbing her short hair.

“Yes! Yes! Rape me!” Hale screamed as Sokka began to pound her.

Katara shrieked her way through her own finish, squirting straight onto the stone floor. Rolo grunted, unloading in her ass.

“YES!” Katara screamed, “I love cum in my ass! Flood my guts!”

Aang screamed as he was tossed from the water, skipping off the ground and flying through the air. Katara focused on the call of Aang, watching the monk go flying.

Aang landed between two stalagmites. He slid down towards a third, lying lower, and quite sharp. His loincloth having been blown off in the torrent of water, the Airbender was now naked, with his cock and balls hanging dangerously low and close to the sharp point.

“NO!” Katara screamed in horror. Aang managed to squeak to a stop in time.

Katara breathed a sigh of relief before gasping out as Rolo buried himself in her pussy.

Both of the sibling’s crystals had completely coated their torsos, less like a sheet of rock and more similar to rock shaped after bondage gear, accentuating their sexual parts.

Okay, that didn’t work Aang breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up to the ceiling.

That waterfall has a lot of force behind it. If I grab the key, the chain should snap Aang reasoned. With that, he leapt up, using his Airbending to propel himself up into the stalactites on the ceiling. He gripped onto one high on the ceiling and near the waterfall. He took a moment, focusing on his target.

With a grunt, he leapt from his post towards the waterfall. The Monk twisted in the air, gathering a cyclone of gusts around him. They vanished the second he impacted the water, the force of the drop blasting Aang straight down. The air flew from his lungs as he swallowed a bit of the water. His body ricocheted off the slant of the pillar beneath the falls, sending him flying. With a scream, Aang slammed into a stalagmite, crushing his cock and balls against it.

“AHHH!” He screamed in pain, nearly falling backwards into the pit of rocks. His entire body was sore and coated in bruises. Even a few cuts from how hard the water had poured over him. He held tight to the slippery rock, shuddering in pain.

“That’s right,” The king called in a mocking tone. “Keep diving headfirst. I’m sure it’ll work eventually.”

Aang shook his head, doing his best to ignore the King’s jests. He felt a lurch in the pillar he was clinging to. Aang glanced at the water, staring at the key. He pulled again on the stalagmite, feeling it creak a bit.

I can’t go up, I can’t go down … He grimaced. Wait!

He pulled the stalagmite in his hands. His legs wrapped tightly around the pillar, putting all his weight on them. With aCRACK, the pillar came free. He smiled at his handiwork. 

Katara’s eyes were crossed. Her tongue hanging from her mouth, all her weight on her gem-covered tits as Rolo fucked her into the floor.

What … is he doing? she wondered as her drool ran from her tongue and pooled on the floor. 

Sokka was paying the act no mind, having bent Hale over the railing and buried himself in her womb.

Aang stood on the now flat surface he had removed the pillar from. It was long enough that he had to hold it in both hands, stretching his arms to grip both ends. The King watched with curiosity. He took a moment to line his shot up, then launched it, propelling the pillar of stone through the air with a blast of bending. He contorted, launching an Airbending slice after the pillar.

The slice moved faster, surpassing the pillar and cutting through the waterfall, splitting the dropping liquid in half. The key and chain stayed in place. The pillar flew into the gap, slamming into the chain and severing it. The pillar embedded itself in the wall above the King.

“There!” Aang shouted. “Enjoy your lunch! I want my friends back now!”

The King chuckled, “Do either of you wish to stop?” He asked.

“NO!” Katara shouted her way through an orgasm.

“No,” Sokka grunted, flooding Hale’s womb with his fifth load.

The King shook his head. “Not yet,” He chuckled. “I need help with another matter. It seems I’ve lost my pet, Flopsie.”

Aang grunted in annoyance.

The King then brought Aang to a sand pit, recessed in a stone atrium. Sitting on a stone was a Flop-Eared Rabbit, seemingly minding its own business.

This guy can’t be serious Aang thought in annoyance. He had been given a new loincloth, covering his injured privates. Sokka and Katara were still fucking as hard as they could, their arms starting to be taken by the jennamite.

Aang leapt down, landing with a soft blast of Airbending. “Okay, found him,” he declared, looking up to The Old King.

“Bring him to me!” The Old King demanded. “Daddy wants a kiss from Flopsie!”

Aang approached the small thing. “Come here, Flopsie,” He cooed, putting his hands out to grab it. There was a heavy slam behind Aang. The monk turned around to find himself face to face with a white gorilla-goat. The beast reeled back, roaring. Aang leapt out of the way as its massive hands came down, destroying the rock where the Flop-Eared Rabbit had been. Aang spotted the little creature bolting away across the sand. He arched with a backflip through the air, landing softly.

“Flopsie, wait!” He called after it, twisting around to chase it. “Flopsie!”

The Gorilla-Goat behind him shrieked, chasing after the monk. The Old King cackled loudly at the sight of the three creature chase. Katara’s brain had long since run to mush, unable to think or focus on anything but Rolo’s cock. Sokka was coated in sweat as he continued to bury himself in Hale’s massive ass, her fat cheeks clapping and rippling as he pounded her.

“They-they’ve, fuck … been at this for hours now,” Hale moaned.

“Just hold on,” Rolo grunted. “The King has a plan.” 

“I’ll be a-alright, I just ~fuck~, I’ve never had so much cum inside me,” Hale noted, rubbing her bloated stomach. “I’m stuffed to the brim, and probably pregnant.”

“I’ve probably knocked this Water Tribe bimbo up five times over now,” Rolo chuckled. “I know it's a cliche, but her pussy is just soaked!”

The Flop-Eared Rabbit darted this way and that as Aang chased it. “Flopsie!” He called desperately.

Why is this thing not listening? He wondered. The Gorilla-Goat was close behind, nearly on Aang’s heels. Aang dove for the tiny thing as it darted into a tiny hole in a rock. Aang’s arm chased it down as his body impacted the rock wall, but it was gone. His hands danced around, but the rabbit was gone.

Doesn’t respond to its name, seriou-

“Wait a minute,” Aang realised, turning to the charging Gorilla-Goat. He stood, bracing himself to be run down. “Flopsie?”

The creature skidded to a halt, sitting in front of Aang and wagging its tail. Aang shrieked as the beast picked him up in its massive hand. Flopsie licked Aang with its tongue as big as his body.

“Flopsie!” Aang cheered, petting the creature happily.

The King whistled for his pet. Flopsie dropped Aang, racing over to its master. Aang watched the beast lie down, exposing its belly to The Old King.

“Oh, that’s a good boy!” The Old King smiled, he moved in to scratch his pet. “Yes, who has a soft belly?”

Aang shook his head. He glanced at Sokka and Katara. With a blast of Airbending, Aang launched himself to the lip of the wall.

“Guys, are you okay?” Aang asked.

Katara was standing up straight. Her arms were being held behind her back by Rolo. Her ass was poked out, allowing Rolo to shove his massive cock up her asshole. Her gut was swollen with cum, but Aang could see the outline of his truly massive cock snaking inside her body.

“Other than the cr~fuck~! crystal sl-slowly engulfing my ent-tire bo-body?” Katara asked, moaning her way through the phrase. “Doing great!”

Rolo’s hand shot up, wrapping around Katara’s throat and squeezing tight. The Water Tribe bimbo moaned, pushing her ass against Rolo’s cock, fucking her on his massive tool. Aang glanced at Sokka, who didn’t seem to have heard the Avatar, too busy facefucking Hale.

Aang turned to face the Old King. 

“Come on,” He demanded. “I’m ready for the next challenge.”

The King cackled again.

Aang was allowed to dress in his full gi for the next task, now in his Airbender Monk garb. He was brought to a sand-red stone room. Massive in its size, with stands lining the walls.

“Your final test is a duel,” The Old King explained, gesturing out to the open floor. “And, as a special treat, you may choose your opponent.”

From behind the King, in the dimly lit hallway, two other soldiers emerged. One was lean, carrying a long spear. The other, bald and burly, wearing only a loincloth and metal armour, carrying a two-handed axe.

Aang felt fear run up his body. They flanked the King on either side.

“Point and choose,” The King demanded.

Crap, this is bad Aang thought to himself Wait … There’s always a trick

“So, you’re saying whoever I point to, that’s the person I get to fight?” Aang asked for clarification.

“Choose wisely,” The King leered.

“I choose…” Aang glanced back and forth between the intimidating warriors.

He’s set the rules, I got him Aang thought.

“You.” He pointed to the King.

The King smirked evilly, “Wrong choice.” He declared.

Aang watched as the hunched-over old man began to unfold himself. He stood up straight, revealing an impressive and awesome height, over eight feet tall. His robes fell away from his body, exposing his shredded form. Aang’s jaw dropped in fear. He was in only shorts and a cloth wrapped around his waist. There wasn’t an ounce of fat or sagging skin; he was in peak shape.

He slammed his foot down on the ground, sending an earthquake at Aang. The rocks blasted up, sending The Avatar flying into the gladiatorial ring. The King followed him, launching off a rock and landing right in front of Aang with an earth-shattering slam.

“You thought I was a frail old man,” The King mocked Aang. “But I’m the most powerful Earthbender you’ll ever see.”

Aang stood up, pointing to the balcony the King had just thrown them both from. “Can I fight the guy with the axe instead?”

“There are no take-backsies in my Kingdom,” The King replied. He pointed up to another balcony area, where Sokka and Katara were still having their way with their Earth Kingdom Guards. Both of them were now in full rock-bondage gear. Both of them looked tired and haggard; their moans were lower, their bodies moving slowly, and Sokka’s thrusts lacked their usual power. They had been fucking essentially since the night prior, going on a nearly eighteen-hour fuck fest at that point.

“You might need this,” The Old King chittered, and another guard tossed Aang his staff. Aang cut it, just in time, as the King tossed several boulders at Aang. He parried some blows, dodging the others.

“Typical Airbender tactic,” The Old King hissed. “Avoid and evade. I’d hoped the Avatar would be less predictable!”

He kicked into the earth, drawing a massive rock. It rocketed forward at Aang, who leapt into the air, twirling his staff to keep him afloat.

“Don’t you have any surprises for me?” The Old King seethed. “Sooner or later you’ll have to strike back.”

He launched another boulder, this one flying over Aang into the ceiling. The shattered debris rained down on the monk, knocking him from the air. Aang hit the ground with a heavy thud, his staff flying off, slipping from his hand. Aang leapt to his feet, charging the King with his increased Air speed. The Old King began stomping on the ground, raising pillars from nowhere at Aang’s feet. The Monk dodged the best he could, but was no match for the Earthbending master. A pillar slammed into his stomach. Aang screamed in pain, feeling a few of his ribs crack as he was launched into the air.

“You’ll have to be a little more creative than that,” The King taunted.

Aang fell back to the ground, summoning an air-scooter. He drove up onto the wall of the arena, avoiding the pillars and sending an air slice towards the King. The old man summoned a slab of stone, blocking the shot.

“Did someone leave the windows open? It feels a little drafty in here,” His taunts continued. “Are you hoping I’ll catch a cold?”

The Old King kicked his slab down, mounting it like a thick board. A pile of rocks sprang up underneath, and with a quick shifting of his legs, the Old King launched the surging stone wave at Aang. Aang leapt to avoid it, but the mass of rocks whipped up, smacking Aang in the face and blasting him to the ground.

Aang coughed up blood as he skipped across the ground, sure that his ribs had gone from cracked to broken. He barely had recovered when a surge of pillared earth jumped out at him. He leapt away, pushing off the wall and firing himself through the air with a gust of wind.

He landed next to the jutting rocks, retrieving his staff. His face was bleeding all over, his torso screaming in pain. He panted hard, coughing up some more blood.

“How are you going to get me from way over there?” The Old King asked.

Aang rocketed forward, holding his staff like a club. The pain in his torso was screaming for relief.

I can’t lose, Katara and Sokka need me He reminded himself. The Old King smirked, leaping forward and slamming his foot into the ground. The floor beneath Aang turned to sandy mush, stopping the monk in his tracks and sinking him.

Two massive boulders flew from across the room at him. Aang grunted and groaned, buried up to his waist. Every breath he drew was a pain. He spotted the two approaching objects, gasping in fear. They slammed together as Aang summoned a burst of air, tossing himself up into the air. He leapt from behind the boulders, striking at the Old King. He launched a slicing torrent of air, propelling the Old King on his rock board all the way back to the balcony. He impacted hard, but managed to stay upright.

The King took a stance. Aang felt a wind behind him. He just managed to leap into the air and over the boulder the Old King had pulled from behind him. It continued forward, right into The King. He clasped his hands together, turning them into sand, harmlessly flying past his body.

The entire room began to rumble. Aang watched in horror as the Old King began bending the balcony they had been standing on off the wall.

I can’t dodge that! It’s too big! Aang realised. It lifted into the air, floating behind the King. Aang screamed, quickly remembering an old tactic. He began running in a large circle, holding his staff upon his shoulders to create a cyclone of air.

The Old King chuckled, throwing the massive balcony at Aang. The cyclone caught it, throwing it back at The Old King. Another clasp of his hands split the balcony into two pieces. As it parted, Aang appeared from behind with a scream, wielding his staff. He landed at the Old King’s feet, driving the staff up into his throat.

Aang smirked. I’ve got him

The Old King snickered, glancing upwards. Aang followed his eyes to find part of the balcony still floating above them, big enough to crush them both.

The Old King chuckled evilly, “Well done, Avatar. You fight with much fire in your heart. I’ll have a physician heal those broken ribs of yours.”

Aang coughed, blood splattering to the floor. He winced in pain. The Old King turned, tossing the massive boulder aside. He fell backwards, disappearing into the floor. Aang glanced up to Sokka and Katara. The Old King emerged from the ground with them. Aang twirled his staff, pulling himself up towards them.

“You’ve passed all my tests,” The Old King said, waving his hand.

Hale and Rolo pulled themselves from Sokka and Katara. Sokka’s cock was red and raw from being inside Hale for so long. Katar’s cunt was also showing signs of bruising.

“Wait, please don’t stop!” Katara screamed. “I’m still soooooo horny.”

“I need it too,” Sokka cried. “My cock feels like it's gonna explode!”

“Now,” The Old King held a hand up. He turned to Aang. “You must answer one question.”

“That’s not fair,” Aang grunted. “You said you would release my friends if I finished your tests.”

The Old King clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Oh, but what’s the point of tests if you don’t learn anything?”

“Oh come on!” Sokka screamed. “At least let us have Hale and Rolo back then!”

“Nope, your discomfort is an incentive for the Avatar to answer quickly,” The King replied, wagging his finger. He turned back to Aang with a smirk. “Answer this one question, and I will set your friends free. What is my name?”

Aang opened his mouth to answer, but paused. His guards … they never said his name … and he never introduced himself!

The King chuckled, looking at Katara and Sokka. “From the looks of your friends, I’d say they only have a few minutes left.”

The King walked off, gesturing for Rolo and Hale to follow.

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Hale said. “I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last.”

“Me too,” Rolo chuckled. “That Water Tribe girl is the best lay I’ve ever had!” 

Aang looked to Sokka and Katara. “How am I supposed to know his name?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Katara replied. Her fingers buried themselves deep in her cum pact snatch. “This isn’t enough. Aang, fuck me, please!”

“Katara, you’re gonna be encased in that stuff soon, or die from being fucked so much!” Aang replied. “I need his name!”

“Think about the challenges,” Katara replied, kneading her beasts, “Maybe it's some kind of riddle. Sokka, your cock … it’s so-“

“I know,” Sokka replied, stroking his cock, half covered in jennamite. “It’s worthless, masturbating isn’t doing anything. Katara, are you-“

“No, it’s not working … maybe we … maybe we co-“

“I got it!” Sokka exclaimed.

“Yeah?” Aang asked.

“He’s an Earthbender, right?” Sokka asked. “Rocky! You know, because of all the rocks.”

Katara shook her head. Nevermind 

“We’re gonna keep trying,” She said. “But that is a good backup.”

“Okay,” Aang called loudly, trying to keep his sexed up companions focused. Katara and Sokka tried to focus, but were stealing glances at each others well fucked tools. “So, back to the challenges. I got a key from a waterfall, I saved his pet, and I had a duel.”

“And what did you learn?” Katara asked, her face flush with arousal.

“Well,” Aang pondered the question. “Everything was different from what I expected.”

“And?” Katara asked, the crystal closing like a hand around her throat.

“Well, they weren’t straightforward,” Aang continued, putting a hand to his chin. “To solve each test, I had to think differently than I usually would.”

A shock of realisation washed over Aang. He snapped his finger, smiling. “I know his name.”

He raced off to find the King.

Sokka and Katara glanced at each other.

“Your cock is-”

“I’ll be fine, just need to cum,” Sokka groaned, breathing heavy. “What about you? That this is choking your breasts.”

“It’s fine, it feels ~fuck~, really good.”

Sokka nodded. “You had an idea earlier?”

“What?” Katara asked. “Oh, nothing, hopefully Aang can solve the riddle and Rolo and Hale will come back.”

“Yeah, my cock feels like it’s gonna explode if I don’t bury it in someone soon,” Sokka replied.

“Yeah, my cunt needs to be stuffed,” Katara laughed. The siblings locked eyes for a moment before looking away.

No … it’s wrong they both thought But … I want them so badly

The Old King was not too far, in a sort of locker room for anyone competing in the gladiator field.

“Ahh, Avatar, already at your answer? That was quick,” The Old King chuckled.

“I solved the question the same way I solved the challenges,” Aang explained with a smile. “As you said a long time ago, I had to open my brain to the possibilities.”

The Old King reeled back, snorting with laughter.

“Bumi,” Aang greeted his old friend, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re a mad genius.”

He rushed across the room, embracing his now literally old friend for a deep hug.

“Ohh, Aang,” King Bumi sighed. “It’s good to see you. You haven’t changed a bit. Literally.” 

Sokka and Katara arrived, escorted by Rolo and Hale.

“Uhh, over here,” Katara called.

“A little help,” Sokka added. The Creeping Crystal went up his neck and around his mouth, earning a muffled scream. Bumi reached out, clenching his fist. The jennamite shattered, leaving Katara and Sokka entirely nude as the gems flew through the air.

“Jennamite is made of rock candy,” Bumi explained, catching a bit from the air and biting into it. “Delicious.”

“So this crazy king is your old friend, Bumi?” Katara asked. “I think you told me about him. I didn’t know he was royalty.”

Aang rubbed his head, “Minor Nobility. I’m guessing a lot of crazy things happened to put you on the throne.”

“Who you calling old?” Bumi asked, raising an eyebrow at Katara. “Okay, I’m old…”

“Why did you do all this instead of just telling Aang who you were?” Sokka asked, feeling relieved as his erection finally deflated.

“First of all,” King Bumi raised a hand. “It’s pretty fun messing with people.” He chuckled to himself. “But, I do have a reason.”

He turned to the Avatar. “Aang, you have a difficult task ahead. The world has changed in the hundred years you’ve been gone. It’s the duty of the Avatar to restore balance to the world by defeating Firelord Ozai. You have much to learn. You must master the four elements and confront the Firelord. And when you do, I hope you will think like a mad genius.”

Aang smiled, bowing to his old friend. 

“And it looks like you’re in good hands,” He said, looking to Sokka and Katara. Even Momo, who had reappeared to snack on the rock candy. “You’ll need your friends to help you defeat the Fire Nation.”

Momo leapt onto Aang’s shoulder, licking at his face.

“And you’ll need Momo, too,” Bumi laughed. 

“Thank you for your wisdom,” Aang replied. “But before we leave, I have a challenge for you.”

The cart sailed down the chute at an insane speed. The sound of two laughing men carried through the air. With a resounding SLAM, they crashed into the market at the bottom of the hill, meeting an old friend on the impact.

“My cabbages!”