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Fruit of Thy Loincloth	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to ownership of the Avatar: the Last Airbender franchise, and furthermore makes no money from writing or publishing this piece. This is a non-profit fan work.

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The South Pole is really fucking cold. And trust me, when I say cold, I do mean cold.
Seriously, if you go outside without at least a dozen layers of clothing covering every inch of skin?
Yeah, you can probably say goodbye to whatever appendages you happen to leave exposed.
Well.
At least, if you're an ordinary person. But, then, not everyone can be ordinary.
For better or worse.
And, well. You see.
There is one certain type of individual, among the people of the Southern Water Tribe, one particular kind of bizarrely gifted sod, who is completely unbothered by these frozen ass temperatures. And when I say unbothered, I don't just mean that they don't start shivering when it gets really cold out. No, I mean they can and will easily go outside in nothing but their smallclothes, their underwear.
In the South Pole.
The people of the Southern Water Tribe call the rare few souls born with such unnatural resilience to the cold "Loin-gods." This is both because these crazy fuckers will gladly walk into a blizzard wearing nothing but a loincloth and come out of it looking no worse for the wear, but also because they are said to be blessed by the Ocean Spirit with an incomparable innate sexual prowess and potency, whether male or female.
Also, just to really rub the salt in the wound, they tend to be naturally brilliant and athletic, born leaders and hunters and caretakers and warriors. When someone in the Southern Water Tribe is learned to be a Loin-god, the resultant celebrations can go on for weeks, simply because these people are so highly venerated in their culture.
It was the same way for Sokka, when Chief Hakoda and his wife Kya learned that their firstborn son possessed the Gift.
Even with the war and the ever-looming threat of Fire Nation raids, the celebrations went on for nearly a month. Because the last time a Loin-god had been born into the Southern Water Tribe had been around the same time as the last waterbender had been born.
Well, that is, at least until everyone learned that Sokka's little sister, Katara, was in fact a waterbender.
And when they did realize this?
Well, let's just say that the Southern Water Tribe, as a whole, spent more time drunk out of their minds that one year than they had for the entire previous quarter-century.
Of course, all good things must come to an end, and when the Fire Nation learned of the bitchin' kegger being held in the South Pole, they sent their finest firebending assholes to kill the Southern Water Tribe's buzz (also Sokka and Katara's mom). And, well, I think you know how things went, after that.
If you are reading this, after all, then it is certainly more than likely that you are intimately familiar with Avatar: the Last Airbender.
And if you aren't?
Go watch it. The entire series. Right the fuck NOW.
(but not the movie because the movie sucks whale testicles)
Don't worry, we'll wait.
...
...they gone?
Good.
Now that it's just us cool cats, let's continue.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T HAVE SEX WITH ME?!" demanded an angry Katara, glaring at her older brother, Sokka, who was of course clad in naught but a simple white loincloth that did nothing to hide the massive bulge of his junk.
"WE'RE STRANDED ON AN ICE FLOE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, AND YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX?!" Sokka retorted disbelievingly. "SHOULDN'T WE BE FOCUSED ON GETTING BACK TO THE TRIBE?"
"NO!" declared Katara. "I AM HORNY, AND I WANT MY SOKKA SANDWICH NOW!" She swung her arms apart frustratedly, causing the iceberg behind her to begin cracking apart.
"UH, KATARA—" said Sokka, pointing worriedly at the iceberg behind his sister, which she was apparently unconsciously ragebending into pieces.
Again.
...look, she had anger issues, okay?
"NO, SOKKA!" snapped Katara, interrupting him before he could even really begin his sentence. "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME! WHY WON'T YOU EVER FUCK ME WHEN I WANT YOU TO? WHAT, YOU'LL DO IT WITH EVERYONE ELSE, BUT NOT YOUR SISTER?!"
She swung her hands down with the most force yet, and there was a mighty loud crash as the iceberg behind her fell into itty-bitty pieces.
Katara blinked, finally noticing what she had been doing.
"Oops," she said, before ducking down next to her brother as great, mighty waves began to rise and crash, kicked up by the huge ass chunks of ice that were falling into the sea.
A globe of ice popped up from the water, and they could see the silhouette of a person inside.
"Huh," said Katara. "Looks like there's someone inside that iceberg."
"YEAH," agreed Sokka, standing back up. His pecs glistened in the sunlight, and Katara could not help licking her lips as she trailed her gaze down from her brother's toned, delicious chocolate brown chest to his lean, defined abdomen, and then to his hips, and the bulge in his loincloth.
Her eyes especially lingered on that last bit.
Then she blinked, realizing something.
"Say," she said. "Why are you still yelling?"
Sokka rolled his eyes at this question.
"WELL, DUH. IT'S BECAUSE—wait." He blinked. "Huh. I have no idea. Why am I yelling? Weird."
Katara shrugged.
"Yeah," she said. "Weird."
A moment passed.
"...Wanna have sex on that iceberg?"
A sigh.
"Fine. If it'll shut you up."
Katara squealed happily, and she eagerly fiddled with the easy access flap in the crotch of her parka, eyeing the bulge in her brother's loincloth with a hungry gleam in her eyes.

When the iceberg shattered a few minutes later under the force of... ahem... Sokka's pelvic thrust, the resultant pillar of light could be seen far away on the deck of a small Fire Nation ship.
Prince Zuko, looking up at the pillar of light, had a determined glint in his eye.
"Finally," he said, his voice husky.
He turned to face the portly, wrinkled graybeard who was playing a tile version of solitaire.
"Uncle, do you realize what this means?"
The old man, the retired General Iroh, frowned a little, and when he spoke he sounded just the tiniest bit exasperated.
"I won't get to finish my game?" he ventured dryly.
Zuko appeared to resist the urge to snort.
"It means my search – it's about to come to an end."
Iroh groaned, and this time his exasperation was obvious.
"That light came from an incredibly powerful source," Zuko insisted. "It has to be him!"
"Or it's just the celestial lights," said Iroh, placing another tile down on the table. "We've been down this road before, Prince Zuko. I don't want you to get too excited over nothing. Please, sit." He held up a fine teacup. "Why don't you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea?" he suggested, a wide smile on his face.
Zuko exploded.
"I don't need any calming tea!" he snapped, before saying more lowly, more firmly. "I need to capture the Loincloth."
Iroh frowned.
"Don't you mean the Avatar, Prince Zuko?"
The teen flushed bright pink.
"Er, yes," he said, sounding decidedly jumpy. "Yes, of course. That's exactly what I meant, and nothing else!" He laughed nervously. "Ha! ha! ha! I certainly didn't come all the way down to the South Pole just to get into the loincloth of some stupid sexy snow savage! Of course not! Ha! ha! ha!"
Iroh shook his head and sighed.
"I always thought you and that Mai girl would have made a perfectly cute couple..." he muttered under his breath.
Zuko did not dignify this with a response.

When Aang opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was a very pretty girl lying in a satisfied heap next to him. She had some strange, sticky-looking white stuff on her cheeks and the front of her parka, but he did not remark on it.
Not that Katara would have heard him. She was out for the count, sleeping as content as a babe.
The next thing that Aang noticed, however, made him all but forget the girl lying next to him. It was a man, in appearance, young and fit and in the prime of his life. And he was gorgeous.
Also, he was effectively naked, wearing naught but a tight white loincloth which left basically nothing to the imagination. Which caused Aang to blush a lot harder than it probably should have.
His heart hammering in his chest and his cheeks heating up, Aang – strangely regretful – tore his eyes from the bulging crotch of this bronzed god's loincloth, and looked up into his eyes.
And, wow.
What eyes they were.
If blue could be assigned a single shade, a single hue which defined its purest essence, which captured the very heart and soul of what made blue blue, surely it would have been this color, the color of this young man's eyes. They were bright and intelligent, pools of dark cerulean as deep as the deepest ocean, and clear as the clearest sky.
Sapphires in the earth would be shamed at the sight of this man's eyes, which were blue as blue should be, blue as blue would be seen to a babe opening their eyes for the very first time. Their color was pure and vibrant, utterly and indescribably sublime in how they sparked and smoldered in the antarctic sun, seeming so alive and warm in the deathly cold South.
Aang nearly swooned, finding himself lost in them.
"You okay, kid?" said the teen, and Aang realized for the first time that this gorgeous specimen of manhood was holding him in his arms.
The reluctant Avatar did swoon, this time.
"I am now," he said, blushing bright pink as his heart fluttered so interestingly in his chest.
His arms were so strong.
Swoon.
Sokka chuckled, giving Aang an appraising look.
"Yeah? Well, I suppose you're not half bad-looking yourself, kid."
Aang's cheeks were as hot as a firebender's taint at this remark.
"Uhhhh," he kinda whimpered, kinda moaned, sorta forgetting how to talk for a second or two as he inwardly gushed and squealed over how this gorgeous beefcake thought he was cute oh-em-fucking-him!
But then he regained his composure, after a minute of staring into those ungodly beautiful blue eyes, and he spoke.
"Call me Aang," said the Last Airbender a little lamely. "I mean, if you want. That's my name, but if you want to call me kid then I guess that's okay I mean it is appropriate and I am younger than you andwowyouhaveagorgeousbodyandIwantyouinsidemesobad," he nervously babbled.
Sokka frowned.
"What was that last part?"
Aang's blush deepened.
"Uhhhhh just that I'm an airbender and also the Avatar," he lied. In the context of the question, at least.
Sokka blinked.
"Huh," he said. "Sounds cool."
Aang swooned.
Again.
And back on his ship, Zuko found himself feeling suddenly irrationally jealous to the point of wanting to throw someone overboard. So he kicked Private Lee off of the port side and into the waters of the Antarctic.
Nobody complained, though.
Lee was an asshole.

A/N: What the fuck. What the fuck.
I don't even... What the hell. What the hell is this.
Er.
Well.
I mean, aside from, like, the most thinly veiled excuse for endless smut ever. But I guess the idea really just germinated from the random thought of Sokka going everywhere in his loincloth/underwear because why the fuck not.
And, yes, this fic will basically probably be Sokka x everyone. This is not a fic for accurate characterization, meaningful plot, or even interesting twists. It's basically just Sokka as a memetic sex god.
Because.
WHY THE FUCK NOT? :D
(I really should not type when I am sleep-deprived)
Chapter added: 9-8-13
Edited: 9-9-13
TTFN and R&R!
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