Avatar XXX

Katara, meanwhile, was leaning over the edge of the saddle, admiring the view of the land below them. A beautiful, luscious green sea of trees occasionally interrupted by bright white, brilliant clouds, sailing beneath Appa’s stomach. The Water Tribe girl was lying on her stomach, staring at the clouds. The harsh winds were blowing against her clothing, pulling the skirt-like covering that her tunic provided away from her massive sepia ass. Sokka was doing his best not to stare at the massive ass cheeks that Katara was simply letting him observe. He focused harder on his whittling, trying to ignore the feeling of his half-hard cock beating against his breeches.

“Those clouds look so soft, don’t they?” She mused aloud to the other, wishing to reach out and brush her hand through the white fluff. “Like you could just jump down and you’d land in a big, soft, cottony heap.”

“Maybe you should give it a try,” Sokka laughed, glancing over at the clouds. He did have to admit his sister had a point.

“You’re hilarious,” Katara scoffed.

“I’ll try it!” Aang declared, leaping up from Appa’s head. Both Water Tribe siblings hadn’t even been sure Aang was awake. In a flash, Aang grabbed his glider and leapt off Appa’s head, cheering a hearty laugh as the monk plummeted through the clouds below, leaving a rather comedic outline of himself in said clouds.

For a long moment, both Water Tribe siblings continued to stare over the edge, waiting for any signs of life. They shared a nervous glance, worried that something had been inside the white, fluffy sea below them. They heard the sound of Aang’s staff collapsing, turning around to find the Air Nomad, now completely soaked, dropping back into the saddle of his sky bison. A big grin across his face as he landed with a wet smack into the saddle.

“Turns out, clouds are made of water,” Aang relayed his discovery, spreading his limbs out to let the water drip off. Katara’s eyes were immediately drawn to Aang’s breeches, where they clung to his deflated cock.

The Air Nomad placed his staff down on the saddle. His fists came together as he adjusted his posture. With a blast of air generated from his nose, Aang dried himself completely in just a moment. Momo was nearby, and the Lemur-Bat was soaked in Aang’s cloud water. She began to screech in annoyance at her owner.

Katara’s eyes left Aang’s crotch as her view of his soft dick was lost. They wandered back over the edge of the saddle, looking ahead at the land they were sailing towards. A massive black gash divided the lush green view of the mountains ahead.

“Hey, what is that?” She asked in confusion. Aang and Sokka turned to see what she was staring at. Katara stood, walking to the edge of the saddle to get a better view. Sokka and Aang followed, all staring at the ground in horror.

“It’s like a scar,” Sokka said.

Aang leapt to Appa’s head, grabbing the reins.

“Appa, Yip-Yip,” he commanded. With a roar, the Sky Bison banked for the ground.

The ground was ash. The field was covered in black pillars of burned trees, like tall dark gravestones marking the death of each wooden sentinel where they stood. The trio dismounted Appa, looking around the area for signs of anything. Aang was shaking, tears streaming down his face as he marched forward like in a trance, unable to handle the visage before him.

Katara and Sokka simply stared in awe. Before a fortnight prior, neither had seen so much green. Now, they had never seen so much black. But they both knew what it was. Char and burn.

“Listen,” Sokka said. Katara and Aang paused, opening their ears, but found nothing returning except the wind, “It’s so quiet. There’s no life anywhere.” The Water Tribe warrior declared in a hushed tone.

Katara looked to Aang, his head turning one way and another, the monk overwhelmed by it all. “Aang, are you okay?” She called.

Sokka bent down into the ash, spotting tracks. Boots and rhino tracks. Rage swelled in Sokka’s chest. He had known it to be them, but the confirmation still sent rage into his heart.

“Fire Nation!” He shouted. “Those evil savages make me fucking sick! Those bastards! They have no respect for-”

Katara shushed her brother. Sokka grunted in annoyance at the metaphorical muzzle.

“What, I’m not allowed to be angry?” He hissed in a whisper to her, still feeling high on passion. Katara merely pointed to Aang, who had collapsed to his feet. The subtle sounds of sobbing hit the Water Tribe siblings’ ears, the only nose in the area.

Aang’s hand ran through the ash on the ground, digging for any sign of earth. “Why would anyone do this?” He asked, his voice cracking with sadness. “How could I let this happen?”

A concerned eyebrow on Katara’s face rose in confusion. “Aang, you didn’t let this happen,” She reassured him, walking over to him. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes, it does,” Aang declared, looking up to the sky. “It’s the Avatar’s job to protect nature, but I don’t know how to do my job.”

“That’s why we’re going to the North Pole,” Katara continued to try to reassure the monk. “To find you a teacher.”

Aang turned and looked at Katara, a melancholic expression on his face. “Yeah. A Waterbending teacher. But there’s no one who can teach me how to be the Avatar.” He looked away from Katara, remembering a conversation he had with his mentor when he was fourteen. “Monk Gyatso said that Avatar Roku would help me.”

“The Avatar before you?” Sokka asked, recalling the events at the Southern Air Temple. “He died over a hundred years ago. How are you supposed to talk to him?”

Aang shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Momo seemed to sense Aang’s duress. The Lemur-Bat leapt into Aang’s lap, purring for pets. Aang’s hand came up, stroking her mane. A small smile crossed his face.

The bamboo thicket was dense. Zuko felt he didn’t have enough arms to push them all aside. One of them slashed at his leg, scratching his exposed leg.

Damn armour. He swore to himself, but he reminded himself that it was important for soldiers to be ready should the enemy attack them sexually. A soldier’s weapon wasn’t just their bending or sword or spear, but their cock and cunt as well. He’d learned as much during his private tutoring in the homeland.

“Uncle!” Zuko shouted as he pushed through the thicket into an opening in the woods. “It’s time to leave. Where are you? Uncle Iroh!”

Zuko spotted what appeared to be Iroh’s robes hanging from a tree branch. His last eyebrow raised as he studied the clothing. Looking past it, he spotted his topless uncle in a well, filled with water.

“Over here,” Iroh called, his tone quite relaxed.

“Uncle?” Zuko asked in confusion. He shook it off, remembering why he had come up there. “We need to move on. We’re closing on the Avatar’s trail, and I don’t want to lose him. If he returned to the Earth Kingdom after his raid on The Rig, then he’s probably going to be in one of the nearby towns in a day or two.”

Iroh seemed to completely ignore his nephew, and a happy smile crossed his face. A wrapping of paper went up to Iroh’s mouth as he inhaled deeply, blowing out the smoke. “You look tired, Prince Zuko. Why don’t you join me in these hot springs and soak away your troubles?”

Zuko grunted in annoyance. “My troubles cannot be ‘soaked away’. It’s time to go!” 

Once again, Zuko’s rage seemed to simply bounce off his uncle. “You should take your teacher’s advice and relax a little. The temperature’s just right. I heated it myself.”

Iroh sat up, bringing his dry arms together. He exhaled hard, blowing hot steam from his nose into the water below. A blast of steam leapt up, causing him to vanish from Zuko’s sight. The banished prince waved his hand through the air, brushing the steam away.

“Enough,” He said sternly. “We need to leave now. Get out of the water.”

“Very well,” Iroh grunted. He rose, his nude form flashing his fat stomach and well-hung dick at his nephew. Zuko brought his hand, doing his best to pretend he had not seen what he had just seen. It wasn’t the first time Zuko had seen something like that. Having been routinely exposed to his mother, sister, and grandmother’s dicks when he was younger. The penises of the royal family were considered of high reverence, and many of his family members had routinely taken servants, both male and female, willingly or unwillingly, in lewd displays in the palace in public settings. Zuko rarely took part, but he did know that to deny a member of the royal family was punishable by death.

“On second thought,” Zuko declared, still shielding his eyes. “Why don’t you take another few minutes? But be back in the ship in half an hour, or I’m leaving without you.”

Iroh settled back into the hotspot, content to enjoy the waters as long as he wanted to. With another long drag from his joint, the general lulled himself to sleep.

The trio was still sitting in the scar of charred ash and dead trees. Aang had wandered off following their discussion about Avatar Roku. Sokka had sat down near Appa, now equally as glum as the monk. He stared off at the burned trees, trying to imagine a reason why someone would have created so much destruction.

Aang, meanwhile, was sitting in front of a strange statue he had discovered. It was a large carving of a panda bear, seemingly untouched by the flames. He stared up at it, wondering why it seemed so untouched.

Is this a miracle? Or just coincidence? Aang wondered to himself.

“Hey, Aang,” Katara called. “Are you ready to be cheered up?” She asked.

“No,” Aang replied, his gaze unbroken from the strange statue. Something hard slammed into the side of his shaved head. “Ow!” He declared. An acorn bounced across the ground next to the Air Nomad, clearly the item that had just assaulted him. He looked up to see Katara was holding a large handful of the nuts. She was tossing one up and down in her other hand, smirking playfully.

“Hey, how is that cheering me up?” Aang asked, rubbing where his skull had absorbed the impact.

“Cheered me up!” Sokka declared from a few yards away, prompting Katara to throw another acorn. It arched through the air and slammed into Sokka’s head. “Ow! Yeah, I probably deserved that.”

The Water Tribe warrior got up, tired of sulking. He cracked his back and moved over towards Appa, out of sight from Katara and Aang.

Katara walked over to where Aang was seated on the ground, crouching to his level, showing him her handful of nuts. “These acorns are everywhere, Aang. That means the forest will grow back. Every one of these will be a tall oak tree someday.” She reached forward, pulling his hand up. She placed one of the acorns into it. “And all the birds and animals that lived here will come back.” She closed his fist around it.

Aang smiled weakly, tears finally stopping. “Thanks, Katara.”

Katara leaned down, kissing Aang’s cheek and wiping the tears away. She pulled back, staring into Aang’s eyes. A moment later, their lips clashed again. Katara’s hands went up to Aang’s bald head, once again cursing the monk for not having any hair to pull on. Aang’s hands went to Katara’s waist, bracing as the Water Tribe Bimbo put more of her weight onto his body. Aang leaned back into the ashen floor of the scar they were in, his head only inches from the panda bear statue. Katara fell on top of him, pressing her massive bust into his chiselled chest, hidden by clothes. She felt his dick beating against his breeches, against her thick, exposed thigh.

“Mmmm,” She moaned, pulling back from the kiss. “Someone’s missed me. We haven’t been fucking much these past few days. My pussy is aching for your cock.”

She sat up, repositioning herself to have better access to Aang’s breeches. Her hands undid the knot of the sash that was keeping them up, by now quite familiar with how Aang did it. She pulled them down, allowing his inflating cock to spring up. She shuddered and giggled with excitement; her hand went forward to grab the pole. The bimbo sank to her knees.

“Mmmmhm,” She moaned as she began to jerk him off. “Someone’s missed me. I missed you, too.”

Her mouth opened, and the tip of Aang’s cock disappeared down her mouth as she swallowed half of Aang’s swollen, massive cock. Her hand jerked the still exposed part. Her other hand cupped and squeezed his ball sack, feeling the cum churning and brewing in his sack.

So hungry She moaned I think I’m going through cum-withdrawal. I haven’t had any in over a day, and I’ve been sooooo horny. I was just letting my brother look at my ass. I wish he had fucked me on the saddle earlier. Maybe I can get him for a threesome … No, he’d never. I’m his sister

Katara’s eyes were closed, all her effort was on enjoying the pleasure of Aang’s cock in her tight throat. Her neck had felt bare since losing her mother’s necklace.

Maybe Aang can give me a pearl one She joked to herself.

Aang’s head tossed back as he enjoyed the familiar warmth and wetness of Katara’s mouth. His hand went to her head, pushing down, encouraging her to swallow him deeper. She did so with ease, impaling her mouth even further down his massive, thick pole.

Making new life in the ashes of death Aang laughed to himself in his mind I think that’s what Katara is going for here

Katara had no intentions like that; she had simply wanted some dick. And now that she was receiving some, she was in heaven.

I wish I could suck on this thing every day. Damn it, Sokka, always having to be around and bothering us Katara thought as she continued to choke herself on Aang’s shaft. Aang shuddered as he felt his orgasm rising in his balls, like a white tidal wave. He began thrusting up into her mouth, causing Katara to choke and gag lightly. Spittle began to drip from Katara’s lips, coating Aang’s exposed crotch. Her eyes crossed as the lack of oxygen in her lungs began to take its toll. Her arms braced on the ash-covered ground as her entire form was brought low. Her tits pressed into the ash ground, like Katara was bowing low in front of the statue as she worshipped Aang’s cock. Her mouth kissed his pubic bone as his entire cock disappeared into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at his nut sack, sucking one into her mouth as she tried to coax the cum out.

“Katara,” Aang grunted her name as his orgasm rocked his body. He thrust hard into Katara’s mouth. The Water Tribe slut felt the nut sack in her mouth contract, feeling the cum shooting from his nuts. She moaned in anticipation of her morning meal. A moment later, the cock in her throat bucked as a thick blast of semen surged down the piss pipe. Katara put a hand to her stomach, feeling it fill with his thick seed, swelling slightly against the sash around her thin waist. Katara held Aang’s deflating cock in her mouth for a few moments more, sucking and kissing every inch passionately as she removed it from her mouth with a final pop. Cum and spittle flew down into her mouth as Katara wiped her lips on her sleeve.

“You really are the best cock sucker I know, Katara,” Aang smiled. “Can’t ever be in a bad mood when you do that.”

“I know what I’m good at,” Katara tittered as she jerked Aang’s soft cock. “I don’t think I could survive without cum anymore. Thankfully, you’ve got a steady supply for me. I’ll probably be bloated with a stomach of half-breed Air Nomad Water Tribe babies by the time we get to the North Pole at this rate.”

Aang began to pull his pants back up, much to Katara’s disappointment.

“No round two? That was only one load, you must have so much more cum waiting to get pumped into me,” Katara said. “You haven’t even fucked my pussy, and my ass hasn’t gotten a good stretching since The Rig.”

Aang stood, tucking his slick cock away. “I think I just needed a pick-me-up; this place still has me kinda down. Plus, Sokka is nearby. Unless you want him to watch.”

Before Katara could decide one way or another on her brother watching Aang blow her back out, she spotted a figure approaching them from between the burned-down woods. She gasped, falling backwards. Aang spun around, ready for a fight. However, the figure came into clearer view, and Aang lowered his guard.

He was an old man with a walking stick, dressed in a thick olive green robe with several patches in it. He seemed quite frail. Sokka came running from behind Appa, club in hand. The top of his head was bald, with long grey hair falling down his back, which connected to a long beard falling in front of his chest, no moustache. 

“Hey! Who are you?” Sokka shouted, putting himself between his sister and the old man.

The old man seemed to pay Sokka no mind, focused entirely on Aang as he continued to walk forward. “When I saw the flying bison, I thought it was impossible. But those markings. Are you the Avatar, child?”

Aang looked back at Katara, who was standing up. The girl nodded, and Aang looked back at the old man.

“I’m eighteen, but yes,” He said.

“Oh, everyone’s a child when you’re this old,” He laughed, but his face quickly turned serious. “My village desperately needs your help.”

We need you, Aang

It was sundown proper by the time Appa touched down in the old man’s village. On the flyover, he introduced himself as Che. Katara, Aang and Sokka walked through the gate of the stone wall; the doors had been blown off their large hinges. Several buildings near the front of the gate had been smashed and destroyed. Chunks of the green roofs and yellow walls were missing. One building was reduced to the wooden outline, as if it were still under construction. At least, if it hadn’t been leaning to the side.

Che the Elder led the group to the large house in the centre of the village. Inside was what seemed to be the whole village. Men, women, children, old and young, even men in armour as if they were the guards.

“This young person is the Avatar,” Che the Elder announced to the gathered folks, gesturing to Aang.

An older man in a long brown tunic turned and looked at Aang. His short brown hair was kept in place in a top knot under a bronze hand. “So, the rumours of your return are true,” He said, approaching Aang. He stopped a few feet away, bowing low with a large smile. “It is the greatest honour of a lifetime to be in your presence.”

Aang bowed back, returning the smile. “Nice to meet you, too.”

There was a pause. Aang quickly realised everyone in the room was staring at him. “So, is there something I can help you with?”

The man looked away, his face twisting with thought. “I’m not sure,” He admitted.

The Elder from the burned scar marched over to the man. “Our village is in crisis, Pi Rir, he’s our only hope.”

Pi Rir nodded, surrendering control of the conversation to Che. The Elder turned to the trio. “For the last few days at sunset, a Spirit monster comes and attacks our village. He is Hei Bai, The Black and White Spirit.”

“Why is it attacking you?” Sokka asked.

“We do not know,” Pi Rir admitted. He walked forward, passed the trio and went to the front doors of the large building. He stared out at the damaged gate. “But each of the last three nights, He has abducted one of our own. We are especially fearful because the Winter Solstice draws near.”

“What happens then?” Katara asked.

“As the solstice approaches,” Che began. “The Natural World and the Spirit World grow closer and closer, until the line between them is blurred completely.”

Pi Rir turned back, looking at Aang. “Hei Bai is already causing devastation and destruction. Once the solstice is here, there is no telling what will happen.”

Aang nodded, recalling the lessons the Monks had forced upon him about the Spirit World, though he had never understood why they had taught him all of that. “So, what do you want me to do exactly?”

“Who better to resolve a crisis between our world and the Spirit World than the Avatar himself?” Che the Elder asked, approaching Aang from behind. “You are the great bridge between man and Spirits.”

“Right,” Aang said slowly, realising that the monks had absolutely failed to mention that. “That’s me.”

He turned, looking at the setting sun disappearing behind the trees.

“Hey, great bridge guy,” Katara called to him. “Can I talk to you over here for a second?”

Aang followed Katara away from the doorway as Sokka engaged Pi Rir and Che on discussion of the previous attacks. Katara and Aang retreated to an open area a few feet away, giving them a bit of space between them and the villagers.

“Aang, you seem a little unsure about all this,” Katara observed, whispering to the monk.

Aang turned away from Katara for a moment. “Yeah. That might be because I don’t know anything at all about the Spirit World,” He admitted. Katara gave a concerned look. Aang spread his arms in frustration as he continued. “It’s not like there’s someone to teach me this stuff. The monks always said that whoever I met in the vault at the Southern Air Temple would teach me the Spiritual stuff about being the Avatar.”

“So, can you help these people?” Katara asked.

Aang sighed. “I have to try, don’t I? Maybe whatever I have to do will just … come to me?”

Momo leapt onto Aang’s shoulder, licking his face. The reassurance of his pet put a smile on his face. Sokka walked over to the group as Aang finished his statement, having overheard the last bit.

“I think you can do it, Aang,” Katara smiled.

“Yeah…” Sokka began. “We’re all gonna get eaten by a Spirit monster.”

The loud snoring echoed through the woods, sending all the woodland creatures in the nearby area running for cover. Iroh’s unconscious form floated in the water as the old man’s breath ripped through the woods. A rustling in a bush nearby brought the general back to consciousness as he looked around quickly.

“Who’s there?” He snapped, sitting up as the now-cooled water sloshed.

A small vole-mouse hopped up around the edge of the basin of the bath Iroh was sitting in.

Iroh chuckled, “A meadow vole. I should have known.” Iroh moved to the edge where the creature was. He put out an open palm, allowing the cute little creature to hop into his palm. He brought it up for a closer look, petting it gently with his other hand. The little meadow vole leapt around Iroh’s hand, and the general turned his hand over to let it stretch its legs.

“You startled me, little one,” He laughed to himself. He returned to his relaxed position from before, stretching his arms and letting out a yawn. “Seems I dozed off and missed my nephew’s deadline, but it was a very sweet nap.”

The meadow vole leapt from his hand, circling around the basin again. Iroh brought his hands behind his head, smiling to himself. The Vole-Mouse began to leap up and down, hissing at Iroh. The general opened one eye, confused by the creature’s actions. A moment later, the entire ground around Iroh began to shake and shudder. A massive crack emerged from the bamboo brush before him. Two more along his sides. Massive, pointed pieces of earth leapt up from the water in an explosion of liquid and dust. Iroh grunted as his body was pinned by the stones, the sharp rocks poking into his skin. The one up front had cut his cheek.

Three soldiers, two men and a woman, in Earth Kingdom Army garb, landed near the pool, ready to strike with their bending again.

A fourth man emerged from the woods, inspecting Iroh’s robes. “He’s a Fire Nation soldier,” The man declared.

“He’s not an ordinary soldier,” Said the man standing directly in front of Iroh, “This is the Fire Lord’s brother. The Dragon of the West. The once great General Iroh. But now, he’s our prisoner.”

Aang stood at the destroyed gate of the village, watching as the last bits of sunlight disappeared from the sky. He gripped his glider tightly, trying to bury any fear and uncertainty deep in his chest.

“Hello?” He called. “Spirit? Can you hear me? This is the Avatar speaking. I’m here to try to help stuff.”

His words echoed through the empty village, back to the open window where Katara and Sokka were watching. “This isn’t right,” Sokka grimaced. “We can’t sit here and cower while Aang waits for some monster to show up.”

“If anyone can save us, he can,” Che the Elder retorted.

“He still shouldn’t have to face this alone,” Sokka replied.

There were a few quiet minutes, all eyes on Aang as he waited for the Spirit. Finally, the last bits of sunlight left the sky. “The sun is set,” Aang declared. “Where are you, Hei Bai?” He spread his arms, looking deep into the woods. There was no sign of the creature.

“Well, uh, Spirit…” Aang's voice trailed off, no confidence behind a single syllable he spoke. He faltered a moment. Then, he put his hand out, standing up straight. “I hereby ask you to please leave this village alone.”

Again, he was greeted with the rustling of the trees and nothing more. Aang accentuated his request with a twirl from his staff, slamming the wooden pole into the ground. Still, the woods would not reply.

“Okay,” Aang muttered to himself. “Well, I guess that’s settled then.”

He turned from the woods, walking back towards the village centre. It was well past sundown, and no beast had attacked.

He had just reached the first set of houses when he heard an ethereal hissing sound. Aang turned around, staring up at a massive creature of black and white. It had two sets of arms, the first ones, white and massive, flat hands with thick flat fingers. The second set a shorter pair of black hands, closer in resemblance to human arms, though longer than any pair Aang had ever seen.

“You must be the Hei Bai Spirit,” Aang greeted the creature, taller than any of the houses in the village. Aang bowed to the creature, still hoping to resolve everything peacefully. “My name is-”

The creature seemed uninterested in Aang. So uninterested that it cut him off, screeching at Aang. The monk was coated in a strange blue light beam that fired from Hei Bai’s mouth. Aang was completely paralysed for a moment, unable to move a single muscle. The beast lurched back up onto its hind legs, breathing its strange blast out into the fresh night sky. It charged over Aang into the village, its rampage begun.

“My name is Aang,” The monk shouted after the creature. “I am the Avatar! And I would like to help!”

Hei Bai paid Aang no mind, marching on into the village. “Hey!” Aang shouted at the beast, dropping his staff. “Wait up!”

The Spirit slammed one of Its massive arms into a house. The same nearly destroyed one that Aang had noted upon entering the village. The wooden structure shattered without any resistance, sending the debris spraying across the dirt road of the village.

The beast shimmered in a blue-white light. Without moving a muscle, It turned around and crossed the street, smashing one Its smaller arms into the roof, leaving a massive hole as the tiling shattered. It leered forward, like a predator about to pounce. Once again, the shimmer appeared around Its body, and the Spirit seemed to teleport across the ground, leaving a strange trail of after-images as It reappeared properly at the base of a water tower on the edge of town.

It shrieked, breathing the light beam down upon the structure, completely eviscerating the tower. There was no debris to hit the ground. With another shimmer, It teleported further on into the village, leaving Aang to charge blindly after It.

All in the village were leering out the windows of the main building, watching Aang chasing after Hei Bai, unable to even gain Its attention.

“The Avatar’s methods are … unusual,” Pi Rir commented as some debris sprayed down near the building.

“It doesn’t seem too interested in what he’s saying,” Sokka observed, both hands gripping the windowsill as he watched his friend blindly chasing a massive beast. He turned back to Pi Rir and Che. “Maybe we should go help him?”

“No,” Che the Elder said, putting his hand up. “Only the Avatar stands a chance against the Hei Bai.”

“Aang will figure out the right thing to do, Sokka,” Katara assured her brother.

Sokka turned back to watch Hei Bai rip another building apart. Aang floated down onto a rooftop, hopping to meet the Spirit’s gaze on a more equal level.

“Please, would you stop destroying things and listen?” Aang called, running after Hei Bai. “I’m just trying to do my job as Spirit Bridge!”

Hei Bai was now pounding the shattered house into nothing. Repeatedly slamming Its fist into the wood and dirt.

“Excuse me,” Aang called, still no reply. “Would you please turn around?”

Rage swelled in Aang’s stomach, furious with his own impotence at what was supposed to be his job. No, his duty. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “I command you to turn around now!” He shouted at the Spirit. That seemed to finally get The Hei Bai’s attention. Aang was caught off guard as one of the black arms swung. It didn’t make direct contact with Aang, but he still felt the force of the punch, sending the monk flying from the roof in a storm of debris. He tasted blood in his mouth from the impact. He slammed into the roof of another house, two streets over.

Aang gasped in pain as his back slammed into the roof. He was sure his ribs, still not fully healed from Omashu, had been injured again. He gripped his torso, coughing up more blood.

“That’s it, he needs help!” Sokka declared. The Water Tribe warrior leapt out of the open window, reaching up for the boomerang on his back.

“Sokka, wait!” Katara shouted after her brother. She began to climb through the window as well, but Pi Rir grabbed her shoulder.

“It’s not safe!” He declared.

Sokka charged down the street towards the Spirit and Aang. “Hei Bai!” He called to the Spirit, leering at the dazed Aang. “Over here!” He threw the boomerang, which collided with Hei Bai’s form and fell to the ground unceremoniously.

Shit … okay … regroup Sokka rushed forward towards where Aang was. The Monk had struggled back to his feet.

“Sokka!” Aang called to his friend, “Go back!”

The Water Tribe warrior ran up to Aang, smiling at his friend. “We’ll fight Him together, Aang.” He promised, bringing up a triumphant fist.

“I don’t want to fight Him. Unless I-”

Both looked back. Hei Bai was gonna. The street was deserted.

Where? Was all Aang managed to think.

Sokka screamed, and a black blur passed Aang’s sight. He turned to see Sokka clutched in the smaller arms of Hei Bai, charging towards the village’s exit. Aang looked to his left, spotting his glider. With a heave, it flew through the air to him. Aang charged after Sokka, unfurling his staff and flying off into the woods, disappearing.

“Sokka!” Katara shouted, wrestling away from the villagers and running into the destroyed town. By the time she reached the gate, she couldn’t see her brother or Aang. She stopped, mouth falling open in shock and fear.

Aang, meanwhile, was focused on Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior was able to control his fear for the most part as he watched the Monk glide between the thick trees towards Sokka. Aang’s knuckles gripped hard into the wood of his glider, not letting Hei Bai or Sokka out of sight for a moment as he manoeuvred between the tree trunks.

“Aang!” Sokka called to him. “Over here!”

Aang flew up high, above the trees, pushing through a few branches. He could see the scar up ahead as Hei Bai charged down the road. He arched high, swooping down towards Sokka.

“Help!” The Water Tribe warrior screamed.

“Hang on, Sokka!” Aang called back, swooping down towards Sokka with an extra burst of air. He swooped low, reaching out to Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior reached up, their fingers inches from each other. Aang grabbed Sokka’s hand, pulling on the man. The shimmer around Hei Bai returned. Now engulfing Sokka as well. In a flash, they were both gone.

“AHH!” Aang shouted as he felt the wind behind him give out, and themonk went faltering from the air, the ground rushing up to meet him as he slammed into the ashen floor of the Scar face-first.

“Uncle!” Zuko shouted as he pushed through the bamboo again. “Uncle, where are you?”

It had been well over half an hour, well over an hour in fact. The sun had set. But Iroh had not returned. He found the hot spring again, abandoned. His clothes were still hung nearby, but the well seemed to have dried up. The entire hillside looked different, but Zuko was too angry at his uncle’s absence to notice.

“Sir,” Eeko said from behind the mask of her uniform. “Maybe he thought you left without him.”

Zuko’s attention turned to the rocks, finally picking up on the strange formation. “Something’s not right here. That pile of rocks.”

He leaned in to examine their strange way of growing. The ground had been split in several places.

“It looks like there’s been a landslide, Sir,” The other soldier commented. Zuko put his hand up to the man.

“Land doesn’t slide uphill,” He noted. “Those rocks didn’t move naturally. My uncle’s been captured by earthbenders!”

Get up, Aang A strangely familiar voice called.

“SOKKA!” Aang screamed as he leapt up. He looked around, finding himself alone in the field of the Scar. Only the light of the setting crescent moon showed him anything. His heart sank into his chest. “I’ve failed.” He realised.

Defeat hung heavy in Aang’s heart. He retrieved his staff, electing to walk instead of glide back to the village. Wanting time to decide what he’d say to Katara.

I can try again tomorrow night he thought but … what am I even gonna try? That Spirit has no interest in talking to me … And now … Sokka…

He wiped the tears from his face as he continued through the woods.

By the light of a lamp, the Ostrich-Horses marched. Four in total, occupied by the Earth Kingdom soldiers, with one of them carrying Iroh, chained and bound. He had been allowed to dress in only his small clothes, enough to give the general some modesty. It had been hours of silent travel, all of the soldiers seeming to know the route they were taking by instinct.

Zuko must know I am missing by now Iroh thought to himself If he’s smart, he’ll pursue alone … which means the trail will most likely go cold for him around here if he’s behind me by more than two hours

“Where are you taking me?” Iroh asked the squad captain.

“We’re taking you to face justice,” The captain replied, without looking at Iroh.

Ahh … the enigmatic type. And three silent subordinates. Simple enough. I just need to confirm our destination, and I’ll be out of here by tomorrow afternoon. He smiled to himself.

“Right,” Iroh began his inquiry again. “But where, specifically?”

“A place you’re quite familiar with, actually,” The captain replied, turning to look at Iroh. “You once laid siege to it for six hundred days. But it would not yield to you.”

“Ah, the great city of Ba Sing Se,” Iroh recalled fondly. He had been expecting them to head south towards Omashu or another Outpost Kingdom. But the capital, weeks away, was an interesting choice. Iroh smiled, knowing his liberation was now guaranteed.

“It was greater than you were, apparently,” The captain hissed, mostly to himself.

But not above holding a grudge, are we? Iroh thought Prideful this one, a true earthbender

“I acknowledge my defeat at Ba Sing Se!” Iroh offered false protest, not truly caring about those events so long ago that he preferred not to recall at all. “After six hundred days away from home, my men were tired, and I was tired.” He yawned. “And I’m still tired.” He collapsed forward into the soldier whose mount he was on. He began to snore, then rolled forward, bracing as the ground rushed up to meet him. With a grunt, he hit the ground, slipping one of his sandals off his feet.

The Ostrich-Horses stopped, staring down at the rigid form of Uncle Iroh, faking sleep. The Earthbenders dismounted, silently pulled Iroh up and shook him awake. They remounted their rides and moved on. Iroh glanced back, smirking at his handiwork as the sandal was left behind in the middle of the road.

Katara was sitting at the gate of the village. It had been hours since they had disappeared into the woods. Katara had finished crying, though her emotions were still frayed. It was nearly dawn, and there was no sign of them, not even noise from the woods. Everything was once again a strange quiet.

“I’m sure they’ll be back,” Che the Elder said as he approached her.

“I know,” Katara nodded, wiping the half-dried tears from her face. Her legs were tucked up, hands wrapped around her knees. The thin skirt of her tunic provided some buffer between her big butt and the dirt. Katara was unconcerned by her lewd display, neither enjoying it nor even really caring that her pussy was bare and exposed for anyone to see. There was no one in the woods. Not her brother, not Aang.

“You should get some rest,” Che suggested to her with a warm tone, moving over to the Water Tribe bimbo. He took off his shawl, placing it over Katara’s shoulders to give her some warmth. Katara clutched it close, looking down at Sokka’s boomerang, sitting in her lap.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Katara tried to assure herself, but once again she felt a swell of emotions as she fought back tears. Che knelt to her.

“Your brother is in good hands,” He assured her.

Aang watched the Elder and Katara talking as he emerged from the woods. His heart sank as he spotted Katara, crying.

“I would be shocked if they Avatar returned without him,” Che continued, another wound on Aang’s already shattered psyche.

“Katara,” Aang called to the Water Tribe girl, his voice cracking with sadness. “Katara … I lost him.”

Dawn broke from over the mountains, showering Katara and Che in light.

“The sun is rising,” Che acknowledged, placing a reassuring hand on Katara’s shoulder. “Perhaps he will return soon.”

Aang raised a confused eyebrow, moving closer to the duo. “What?” He called to them, “No, I’m right here”

He grunted in frustration as Che and Katara turned their backs to him. He reached up, waving his hand at Che. His entire form was blue, a faint light glowing around his body. And see through. Aang stared at his palm, able to make out Che’s face clearly behind it.

“What the hell?” Aang muttered, holding his hand up to the sun. The limb seemed to disappear in the light. His entire body was blue, incorporeal.

“I’m in the Spirit World!” Aang realised.

It had been a long night, followed the cracks of the earth back to an abandoned camp. Then the tracks of the Earth Kingdom mount out onto a road. The sun had risen as Zuko approached a fork in the road. On the left, leading up a hill, sat a single wooden sandal. Zuko leapt from the back of his rhino, approaching it.

He crouched down, sniffing at the shoe. The smell was repulsive, nearly causing Zuko to vomit.

Yup He thought That’s Uncle Iroh. They’re only an hour ahead if no one has discovered this shoe yet. If he can stall them, I can catch up

He raced back to his mount, ushering it onwards.

Katara remained at the gate after Che left, leaning against the stone pillar entrance. Aang was sitting nearby, though she’d never know that. She was finally sleeping, resting after a long night of worry.

“I’ll figure this out, Katara,” Aang assured her. “I promise. Like they said, I’m the Bridge Between Worlds, right? All I have to do … is figure out what I have to do! But once I do that, no problem!”

A large groan brought Aang’s attention over to Katara again. The sleeping girl was stirred as Appa approached her.

“Appa!” Aang leapt to his feet, “Hey buddy, I’m right here!” He waved at Appa, who seemed to pay him no mind. He grunted, exhaling on Katara, waking her up fully.

“But, I guess you can’t see me either,” Aang realised.

Katara reached up, petting Appa’s mouth. “It’s okay, Appa,” she said quietly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’re on their way back.” Katara stood up, rolling her neck, cracking her body from the uncomfortable position she had been in. “I bet they even found you a bunch of moon peaches for a treat.”

Aang watched silently as Katara and Appa retreated behind the walls of the village. He sighed, feeling alone again.

“What am I supposed to do?” He wondered. He looked up to the sky, feeling his frustration rising again. “Avatar Roku! I need your help! How can I talk to you?!” He screamed.

For a moment, Aang waited for a response. None came. He dropped his head in sadness. But then, a glint of something in the forest caught his attention.

“Sokka?” He called in excitement.

He leered at the glint, seeing past the trees to realise the Spirit of a massive dragon was flying at him. Aang screamed, turning to run.

That’s definitely not Sokka He thought, unfurling his glider. He leapt into the air, only to slam back down to the earth. It didn’t hurt, the impact, even in the slightest. Aang stood, confused as he looked at his hands.  He took his ready stance, moving in his perfected Airbending form. Nothing happened.

“What? I can’t Airbend in the Spirit World,” He realized suddenly.

He turned around, and the dragon flew in close at an impossible speed, landing in front of Aang. It was massive, three times longer than Aang and slender. It stared down at him.

“You don’t know where Sokka is, do you?” He asked, trying to keep his fear to himself.

The Dragon Spirit leaned down, leering at Aang. Once again, Aang felt paralysed. One of the tendril-like whiskers of the dragon’s face leapt forward, tapping lightly on Aang’s forehead.

He saw this dragon in the corporeal world, flying through the clouds, an old man in Fire Nation clothing riding on Its back. He knew the man.

“You’re Avatar Roku’s animal guide!” Aang realised. “Like Appa is to me.” 

His confidence returned, and Aang began to approach the dragon. “I need to save my friend, and I don’t know how. Is there some way for me to talk to Roku?”

The Dragon knelt, circling Aang. Somehow, the monk knew he wanted to take Aang with him. He leapt up onto its neck, similar to how he had seen Roku in his vision. He turned and looked into the village to spot his favourite Water Tribe slut feeding Appa some hay.

“I’ll be back, Katara,” Aang promised. He turned to his Spirit mount, “Take me to Roku!”

The Dragon leapt into the air, flying away from the village.

The Earthbenders had only camped for four hours, worrying that someone might be pursuing them. It was well past dawn as they continued their way up into the hillside paths. Iroh was watching their rear. Such elevated paths with twists and turns meant he could spot approaching people from far away. There was no sign of his nephew. However, something called to him. Iroh turned around, spotting a massive Spirit Dragon with a man who appeared to be the Avatar upon its head, flying just overhead. He let out a gasp in surprise, watching it arc up and fly off into the sky.

“What’s the problem?” Asked the squad captain.

“Nothing,” Iroh replied quickly as the dragon disappeared.

The Avatar is in the Spirit World … which means his body is stationary. Perfect opportunity for my nephew. But I must return to him Iroh devised a plan.

“Actually,” he looked at the guard, “There is a bit of a problem. My old joints are feeling sore and achy, and these shackles are too loose.”

“Too loose?” The guard questioned.

“That’s right,” Iroh nodded, knowing just how to convince this guard of this farce. “The cuffs are loose, and they jangle around and bump my wrist.” He complained with a droning tone, shaking the chains to accentuate his point. “It would help me if you would tighten them so they wouldn’t shake around so much.”

He finished his request with a smile. The squad captain pondered a moment before replying, “Very well. Corporal, tighten the prisoner’s handcuffs.”

They stopped, all the Ostrich-Horses lowering to the ground. The man Iroh was riding with dismounted, turning to face the once-famous general. As the corporal reached forward with the key, Iroh breathed. Then, with a rushing of breath from his nose, Iroh heated his metal shackle. His other hand went up, grabbing the corporal and pressing his hand down on the burning hot metal.

“AHHHH!” The guard screamed in pain, trying to pull away, but Iroh kept his hand pressed into the metal, searing the muscles and nerves. The corporal collapsed in pain, finally retching his hand from Iroh. The other soldiers were in such shock that they hadn’t moved. Iroh leapt from the mount into the centre of the group. He kicked off the ground, firing a massive blast from the soles of his feet at two still mounted men. The Ostrich-Horses leapt up, tossing both riders as the flames licked at the beasts. The other beasts soon rioted, and the woman and the Captain had to grab at their mounts’ reins to calm them down. The Captain watched as Iroh rolled away, tossing himself down the rocky terrain of the hill.

It was a bumpy ride for the old general, scratching and ripping his skin as he tumbled. Iroh counted himself lucky that the soldier hadn’t fed him, as he was sure it would have come hurling back up. At the top of the hill, one of the thrown soldiers had recovered, and he watched Iroh falling. With a kick, he blew out part of the hillside, sending an avalanche of rock and debris after Iroh. The old general was covered in a cloud of dust. The Captain and this soldier, along with the woman earthbender, leapt over the edge, sliding down via their Earthbending to the pile of rubble that the now unconscious Iroh lay in.

“He is too dangerous, Captain,” The woman said harshly. “We can’t just carry him to the capital. We have to do something now.”

“I agree,” The Captain nodded. “He must be dealt with immediately and severely.”

Aang was not sure how far he had travelled on his dragon mount. They were out over the ocean, far and away from the Earth Kingdom. He couldn’t feel the wind, but he was sure that he was flying faster than he ever had in his life. It seemed that the Spirit World did not have to obey the same laws as the Natural World. Or the dragon was simply faster than Appa.

Finally, around noon, Aang spotted a crescent-shaped island made of black volcanic rock. Streams of lava were pouring down its jagged peaks. In between two active flows, in the middle of the island, was what appeared to be a grey temple with red tiled roofing. In a flash, Aang and the dragon flew in through the open door. The beast arced back, flying straight up towards an ornate ceiling of metal and gold, the crest of the Fire Nation upon it.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” Aang shrieked as the ceiling rushed towards him. He braced himself for the impact, but instead, the dragon and Aang flew clean through the ceiling, appearing inside a massive chamber. Aang looked around as the dragon came to a stop, allowing him to dismount. There was a statue of Roku, surrounded by flame, sitting against the wall of the chamber. The entire thing was made of bronze. Aang approached, waiting for the metal figure to speak, but once again, silence greeted Aang.

“I don’t understand,” He complained, “This is just a statue of Roku.

He took a moment, staring at the thing. It still didn’t respond. Aang’s face twisted in annoyance, turning back to the dragon. Its tendril whisker reached out, pressing into Aang’s head again.

A vision of fire flashed in Aang’s mind. The deafening roar of a massive rock hurtling through the sky, wreathed in flames. It turned night to day as it streaked across an open sky, pushing clouds away.

“Is that what Roku wants to talk to me about? That old comet?” Aang asked. He looked at the statue, half expecting it to move. “When can I talk to him?”

This time, the spirit lowered its head, allowing a beam of purple light into the room. The spotlight hit the statue, just off Roku’s left shoulder. Aang raised an eyebrow, then looked down at his feet. On the floor were etched symbols and dates. Lying just before Roku’s feet was the date of Solstice - the days after next.

It’s a calendar! Aang realised And the light will reach Roku on the Solstice!

He looked back at the dragon. “So that’s when I’ll be able to speak to Roku?”

The dragon growled at him, nodding slowly.

“But I can’t wait that long!” Aang protested. “I need to save Sokka now!”

The dragon dipped its head, allowing Aang to remount. The spirit took off, leaping through the top of the building and out into the open sky, flying back towards the Earth Kingdom.

Without Aang’s airbending to keep the currents around them warm, flying on Appa was frigid. Katara realised she seemed to no longer be as acclimated to cold weather as she had been back home, even if it was only days from the winter solstice. Katara paid the cold little mind, staring down into the woods, scanning for any sign of Aang or her brother. It had been over an hour of searching, and nothing.

“It’s no use, Appa,” She sighed. “I don’t see them anywhere. Our best hope is to go back to the village and wait.”

She pulled on his reins, banking Appa and turning back for the village. Appa growled, turning around.

As Katara sailed through the air on Appa, she began to cry again, huddling close to herself.

Down on the ground, Appa’s shadow streaked across the ground, passing over the banished prince of the Fire Nation. Zuko looked up in confusion at the cloud that seemed to have moved too quickly.

“The Avatar,” He growled, realising what was actually flying overhead. He pulled on the reins of his rhino, turning to pursue. However, he turned back, looking at the tracks of Ostrich-Horse on the trail. They were fresh, maybe only ten minutes old.

It was just before sundown when the dragon Spirit flew over the scar. The blue beast flew low through the destruction, towards the statue Aang had gotten sucked off in front of the day before. Sitting atop the statue, completely still, was Aang’s body. Aang’s jaw dropped in surprise, but then he shrieked, realising the dragon wasn’t slowing down. There was a flash of light, blinding Aang as the dragon slammed into the statue.

He opened his eyes, finding himself sitting atop the statue. His body flesh again. He could feel the air filling his lungs, the breeze of the day, the smell of the scar. His hand went to his torso, feeling his injured body.

My ribs … Aang realised. They were fully healed. 

Aang leapt down from the statue. There was a whispered voice. Aang turned around, trying to see who had called him. No one was there. The statue seemed to be staring at him. Aang shook it off, unfurling his glider and sailing away, happy to once again be under the power of his own bending.

It was sundown proper. The villagers were shut up inside their large manse. Katara stood on the deck, staring at the setting sun. A few of the older folks tried to call her inside, but she stood, staring, hoping for some sign. A small blot appeared on the sun, getting larger. Her jaw fell open as Aang appeared in the skies, landing in front of the manse.

“You’re back!” She cheered, rushing down to him. Aang was embraced by a deep hug as she kissed him passionately. She pulled back, sadness hitting again. “Where’s Sokka?”

Aang looked down, “I’m not sure.” He turned around, looking at the setting sun. “You should head inside.”

Katara smirked at him. She reached down, taking both of his hands. “I will, but before that, you need to be cheered up again.”

She all but dragged Aang from the streets over to the nearest unoccupied building.

“Katara,” Aang began to protest, but it was no good. They were inside moments later, with Aang pressed up against the door and his pants around his ankles. Katara giggled as she grabbed his flaccid shaft.

“I have missed you,” She cooed to his cock, popping it into her mouth.

“Katara, please, the Spirit will be back soon,” Aang bemoaned.

“And I’ve been so worried around you and Sokka that I haven’t had sex in over a day! In over three if you don’t count your throat fucking,” Katara replied. “I’m doing this as much for me as I am for you. Besides, it’d be a distraction if you went into battle with these overstuffed balls.”

She swallowed him back down again, bobbing her head along his swelling shaft. She jerked him off, using her spit as lube. Soon enough, Aang was fully hard. She backed off, however, turning around to present her poorly covered ass. She pulled up the skirt, exposing her rear, including her soaked pussy.

“Please, Aang,” She begged, twerking her ass for him, “Just a quickie, I need something to hold me over if you go on and disappear again.”

Aang grabbed his shaft, angling it downwards towards Katara’s weeping snatch. With a grunt, he penetrated her familiar pussy. She screeched out, covering her mouth with both hands as her entire body rocked against Aang. He thrust hard into, slamming his pelvis down onto her fat ass, causing the flesh to ripple and shake. Katara removed her hands, moaning into the empty abode.

“Fuck!” She moaned. “I missed your cock! Don’t ever make me wait like that again!”

Her eyes rolled into her head as an orgasm began to build in her core. Aang’s cock head was in her womb, a familiar feeling but one she had not experienced in several days, making it feel like a brand new one.

“Oh, so aggressive, where did you go?” Katara asked.

“The Spirit World,” Aang grunted back. He reached out and grabbed her soft, braided hair. With a tug, Katara’s back arched.

“So confident!” Katara moaned as her first orgasm neared. “Handling my body like this, I love it! I want to be woken up like this!”

Aang pulled tightly on Katara’s braid, slamming all his anger and frustrations into her cunt. She was fucking herself against his form, on all fours. Her tongue hung loosely from her mouth, drooling onto the hardwood flooring.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! This Avatar cock is what I live for! Fill my womb with your Air Nomad seed!” Katara moaned out.

Aang thrust hard into, hilting himself inside. Katara moaned as her cunt tightened like a vice around Aang’s cock. Her squirt sprayed pathetically from her cunt, coating the floor as she was rocked through an intense orgasm. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed into the massive pillows that were her tits. Aang, meanwhile, wasn’t done yet, thrusting downwards into the pile of Katara’s body that was basking in the afterglow of her finish. He grunted and groaned, taking long, hard strokes into her. Each collision between his pelvis and her ass caused the massive cheeks to clap and ripple. Finally, the light of the day disappeared.

Aang turned, looking outside.

I have to confront Hei Bai He realised. He turned back.

“Thank you, Katara,” He grunted, unloading his cum into her stomach. Katara moaned as she felt her body swelling with more cum than usual. Aang pulled out and quickly replaced his breeches. He grabbed his staff and went out the door, confidently walking down the street towards the village entrance.

Katara reached up to her cunt, swiping some cum that was leaking from her cunt. She brought it to her mouth, swallowing it down.

“I am such a whore,” She chuckled to herself.

In a valley at sundown, Iroh found himself chained to a rock, his arms spread out and bolted in place.

“These dangerous hands must be crushed,” The Captain declared. With a grunt, a massive boulder was lifted into the air. Iroh made little physical movement in reaction. He watched as it hovered over him. The Captain let it go, the boulder falling towards Iroh’s arms.

Zuko leapt across the inlet, kicking the boulder. It flew to the side, landing with a thud as it cracked. Changing his momentum quickly, Zuko brought his heavy boot down on the chains, snapping the bolts that held Iroh in place.

The General rose with a smirk. “Excellent form, Prince Zuko.”

“You taught me well,” Zuko replied, smiling as he took his stance back to back with his uncle.

“Surrender yourselves!” The Captain demanded, “It’s five against two, you’re clearly outnumbered.”

“Ahh, that’s true,” Iroh replied. “But you are clearly outmatched.”

Two earthbenders summoned rocks, tossing them at Iroh and Zuko. The long chains on Iroh’s wrists swung through the air, shattering the rocks as Iroh twirled them around. Zuko launched two fire kicks, knocking one man down and the other hitting the injured corporal. The rock he had over his head fell, smashing into the man and knocking him out.

The woman ran forward, sliding towards Zuko with her Earthbending. Zuko blasted her with fire, but she ducked low. She spun around him, grabbing at the thin brown cloth covering his cock. She pulled it free, dropping to her hands and knees. With a quick toss of her own clothes aside, she pushed herself backwards with earthbending, taking Zuko to the base inside her pussy. Zuko grunted in surprise, looking down at the athletically built bender, twerking her small but firm ass on his cock. Zuko thrust forward hard, trying to take control of the situation.

He reached out, grabbing her neck from behind and squeezing. The bender moaned, and Zuko felt some squirt leap from her pussy and onto her thigh. He hilted himself inside her, trying to coax out another orgasm. What he didn’t notice was that the girl was a distraction.

Two of the remaining benders hurled a massive stone at the Prince. However, Iroh was ready, wrapping his impromptu chain whips around the rocks and redirecting them into the soldiers, taking both out. Zuko, meanwhile, had quite literally fucked the Earthbender girl into the ground, dominating her with aggressive thrust and hard choking. His pace was far too fast for her to keep up as his cock penetrated her womb. Zuko came, wanting to finish the battle quickly. The Earthbender girl collapsed as her stomach swelled with his seed.

The captain pulled three boulders from the ground, tossing them all at Zuko. The banished prince leapt back, dodging all three with ease. He went low, spinning around and firing off a jet of flames from his feet, licking across the ground to hit the Captain. He leapt out of the way, but Zuko had him on the back foot now. The prince launched several fists of flames. The Earthbender bowed his head, dispersing the flames against the large hat that was part of his armour. He stood, raising his arms and summoning two massive jets of stone and dust into the air. Zuko’s eyes went wide with terror as the attack rose.

Chains wrapped around the Captain’s legs. With a sharp yank, he fell to the ground, slamming his head off the stone before being buried alive under the crushing weight of his own attack. Iroh smirked at his handiwork, walking over to his nephew. Zuko smiled, placing his hand on Iroh’s shoulder.

“Now would you please put on some clothes?” Zuko requested.

Iroh chuckled, “You’re one to talk.” He said. Zuko looked down, then tucked his dick back into his breeches.

Aang stood at the threshold of the village, staring off into the forest. Katara, Che the Elder, and the rest of the village watched with anticipation from the central manse. Katara’s heart was beating in her chest, emotion welling up in her chest. Her hands could barely keep still as they gripped the windowsill.

Aang stared into the woods; his heart sank with every moment that passed. He had been waiting there for nearly an hour, long after the sun had set. The longer Aang stood, the more he realised that his journey to the crescent island had done little to teach him how to deal with Hei Bai. Finally, Aang turned, walking back towards the manse, feeling defeated.

Roku didn’t even want to talk about the Spirits Aang had realised Something about that old comet that the Monks were worried about

His thought process was interrupted as the ground shook. There was a boom as debris flew from over the building to Aang’s left. The Monk turned in shock, spotting the massive Spirit, retching back as it shrieked into the night sky. Aang screamed, summoning an air bubble to shield the debris.

“Aang, what are you doing?” Katara called from the manse. “Run!”

This cry caught Hei Bai’s attention. The beast turned, shrieking its blue beam of light towards the manse. Aang watched it shimmer and teleport down towards the manse, currently shielding all the villagers.

SHIT! Aang took off down the road, running faster than the wind. With a blast of air, Aang sent himself up and over Hei Bai’s body. He stared down at the Spirit.

What do I do? Roku! Please! Aang begged in his mind.

The vision of the dragon tendril touching his head danced in his mind. Aang sailed over the head of the Spirit. His hand moved up, touching lightly on Hei Bai. There was a glow of blue as Aang’s vision went blank.

Hei Bai’s form faded, becoming see-through. Behind it, Aang saw another form. A large bear, with sad eyes, holding back tears. Aang’s chest twisted with emotion as the Monk felt empathy nearly overwhelm and drown him.

He landed with a soft touch on the porch of the manse.

“You’re the Spirit of this forest,” Aang realised. “Now I understand.”

Aang looked down, trying to hold back his tears. “You’re angry and upset because your home was burned down. When I saw the forest had burned, I was sad and upset.”

He reached into his pocket. “But a friend gave me hope that the forest would grow back.”

He pulled out the acorn that Katara had given him nearly two days prior. Aang smiled, handing the acorn to the Spirit. Hei Bai was heaving breaths at Aang, but It didn’t attack. Aang knelt, placing the acorn on the edge of the porch. One of the slender black hands came down, grabbing the acorn. It brought the acorn up to inspect the little nut. The Spirit remained still. A bright light appeared in its form, in the shape of a Panda bear. The bear turned around, followed by the other form a moment later. Hei Bai walked out of the destroyed gate, disappearing into the forest. Bamboo sprouted at the gate, completely blocking the sight of the forest.

A moment later, the bamboo rustled. Sokka stepped out from behind the thicket, followed by three other people in simple garbs.

“Sokka!” Katara shouted, tears streaking down her face. The villagers poured forth from the manse, several of them racing forward to reunite with their loved ones. Katara included, holding her brother in a deep hug.

“What happened?” Sokka asked in a confused voice.

“You were trapped in the Spirit World for twenty-four hours,” Katara explained. “How are you feeling?”

Sokka’s hand went to his lower stomach, “Like I seriously need to use the bathroom.” He replied, scampering off to relieve himself.

The moon still hung in the air when Aang told his companions he needed to leave. Before either could question Aang, Che called them over. They gathered in the yard of the village as Pi Rir, Che the Elder, and so many more gathered to see them off.

“Thank you, Avatar,” Pi Rir smiled at Aang. “If only there were a way to repay you for what you’ve done.”

“You could give us some supplies … and some money,” Sokka suggested, earning a jab of Katara’s elbow into his chest.

“Sokka,” She hissed at him.

“What? We need stuff,” Sokka replied, rubbing his stomach.

Pi Rir seemed receptive, however, bowing to the group. “It would be an honour to help you prepare for your journey.”

Pi Rir and the other people moved off to gather what Sokka had requested. Katara turned and looked to Aang, smiling.

“I’m so proud of you, Aang,” she said, placing a hand on his arm.“You figured out what to do all on your own.”

“Actually,” Aang replied. “I did have a little help.” He took a moment, looking at Sokka and Katara.

“And, there’s something else,” He continued. The vision of the comet danced in his mind, making the monk quiet in hesitation.

“What is it?” Sokka asked.

“I need to talk to Roku,” Aang explained. “And I think I found a way to contact his Spirit.”

“That’s great!” Katara cheered.

“Creepy,” Sokka added. “But great.”

“There’s a temple on a crescent-shaped island, and if I go there on the Solstice, I’ll be able to speak with him,” Aang explained with a weak smile.

“But the Solstice is tomorrow,” Katara replied.

“Yeah,” Aang nodded. “And there’s one more problem. The island is in the Fire Nation.”