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Disclaimer: Inspired by the artwork of Jay Marvel. I do not own the series Avatar The Last Airbender or its characters, and I am not making any profit from this piece of fiction

Chapter List
- 1-The Boner in the Iceberg
- 2-The Avatar Returns
- 1
- 2
Water. Earth. Fire. Air.

My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace. When the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

Only the Avatar mastered all four elements; only he could stop the ruthless Firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.

A hundred years of war and bloodshed have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory. Eight years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation. Leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe.

Some people believe the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken. But I haven’t lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world.

It was a cold day in the freezing waters of the Southern Water Tribe. Every breath from the mouth of the travellers greeted the air with a puff of vapour. The dampened oral cavern of Katara was slick with saliva as her eyes lazily scanned the horizon. Icebergs and water were all that greeted her.

She shifted in her seat, annoyed at the sightline. It was all blue and white and blinding. They had woken early and trekked miles, hauling their tiny boat across the fresh fall snow for her to simply sit with her back to her older brother as he attempted to spear any surface fish. The cold air of morning pressed against her head and chest. Katara’s parka had fit her perfectly fine as a teenager, but now that she was a grown woman, her curves had filled out extensively. Her bust was impressively massive, each tit bigger than her head by a fair margin. Because of this, the stitching down the middle had split open two years back. The water tribe girl had liked the look, however and rather than stitching it back up or getting a new parka, she had simply chosen to go with the look, enjoying the freedom it provided. The clothes she wore were heavy and restricting, making most people in her village look like blue, white, and purple rectangles rather than people. She appreciated the figure her parka gave her, with the fur lining on her waist tight around her body to show up her curvy figure even more. She didn’t mind the cold this caused her; she was used to it.

“It’s not getting away from me this time,” Her brother’s voice brought her back to her dull reality in the boat. She turned to her right to view exactly what he was doing. In his right hand was a long spear made from the tooth of a Whale-Walrus, one of its bones making up the long handle that Sokka gripped. Katara glanced into the water, spotting the fish swimming next to their boat. It seemed entirely unaware of the murderous intent of the man above it.

Sokka’s head glanced back to his sister with a wolfish grin painted upon his face; he had stubble on his chin, having not shaved in a few days, Katara noted.

“Watch and learn, Katara, this is how you catch a fish,” He declared. His head swivelled away from his sister, eyeing down his target. Katara was holistically unimpressed by her brother’s declaration, choosing instead to return to her daydreaming. As her eyes moved away, however, they spotted something.

A second fish, just off the edge of their canoe on her side. Her mouth fell open in surprise, having not expected another one so close to them.

Her brow furrowed for a moment, mulling over her options. She glanced back at Sokka, who was still carefully lining up his shot, doing his best not rock the boat too much. She slipped the thick mitten from her left hand, feeling the arctic chill on her fingers.

Gotta make this quick She thought to herself, flexing her hand in the cold air to keep the blood circulating.

She straightened her back and drew in a deep breath, feeling the weight of her tits on her chest. Exhaling, she extended her arm and hand down towards the water, opening her palm flat, facing down. She then began to raise it steadily, letting her fingers drag behind and keeping her wrist limp, as if her hand was too heavy to raise all at once.

Just like Gram-Gram told you She reminded herself, watching her quarry as it began to swim away from the boat. A second later, a bubble of water, big enough for the fish to swim in, rose from the frigid water, trapping the prey. Katara quickly switched her style, bringing up both arms and flipping her hand around. Open palms facing the sky now, she began to gesture the bubble towards her.

“Sokka, look!” She exclaimed in excitement at her catch.

“Shush, Katara,” was all the reply she got from her brother. His voice was a low whisper. He had shifted somewhat in his seat, eyes still focused on his own prey. His left hand gripped the edge of the boat as he prepared to strike. “You’re gonna scare it away. I can already smell it cooking.”

Katara had now put her entire body into the motion, shifting her back and arms from left to right in a gentle circle as the fish kept swimming towards the edge of the bubble. The action made her huge tits jiggle and shimmy in her top, trying to escape through the gap. She had to move the water to keep it from escaping, thereby shifting the watery prison through the air. It moved quickly towards the boat, descending to eye level with the water tribe woman.

“But Sokka, I caught one!” Katara added, still in awe of her own abilities. She looked behind her, spotting the pot they had brought with them to store their catches.

Perfect She thought to herself, and began to deftly manoeuvre the fish towards the container. Pulling the water down, the fish began to swim up, somehow predicting her movement. Katara threw her arms up quickly to compensate, the bubble rising up and away from the pot and over her brother’s head.

Sokka pulled his spear back, finally ready to strike. To his surprise, he felt it impact something semi-solid. Before he could even consider what it had been, he found his head soaked in the frigid water he was currently fishing in.

“Hey!” His sister cried as she watched the fish she had caught fall back into the ocean, having been propelled by the impact of Sokka’s spear against its body.

“Ahhh!” Sokka let out a shocked cry, and his eyes began to freeze, along with his scalp, which was mostly shaved down.

Trying his best not to allow the temperature shock of his rapidly cooling upper body get to him, Sokka twisted around to stare at Katara, who was currently looking into the ocean. He placed his spear down in front of him.

“Why is that every time you play with magic water, I get soaked?” He asked in an angry huff. His fists clenched in his gloves, earning a squelching noise as the cold water they had absorbed upon impact dripped down onto the wooden seat he occupied.

Katara looked at her brother with an unimpressed expression. Her posture adjusted, bringing her legs around to have her full body face Sokka. She scoffed. “It’s not magic, it’s Waterbending. And it’s—“

Sokka threw up a soaked hand. “Yeah, yeah, an ancient art, unique to our culture, blah, blah, blah…” He waved dismissively, having heard it all growing up from his father and grandmother, both of whom had been over the moon about his little sister’s abilities.

He turned his back to her, wringing out his warrior’s wolf tail, trying to his best to save face and not show he was freezing.

“Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself,” He explained, rolling up his parka sleeve to check for signs of frostbite. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the serene waters they were traversing. He flexed his arm slightly, watching as his biceps rose impressively.

Katara shook her. “You’re calling me weird? I’m not the one who makes muscles at myself every time I see my reflection.”

Sokka dropped his sleeve, turning to look at Katara. He didn’t have time for a retort, however, as their boat jerked violently with a thunderous THUD!

Both siblings yelped in panic as their bodies lurched in their two-person canoe. Sokka’s head whipped around to face forward. The ice chunks surrounding them were massive and flat.

Shit, those things are gonna be packing a lot of weight He discerned. The boat began to pick up speed, careening towards a surface-level minefield of hazards Rapids! Damn it!

Two massive ice walls trapped the duo on either side, pinching together like a bottleneck, encroaching on them. Sokka grabbed for his paddle, dropping the wooden oar into the water to attempt to correct their course.

All that ice building up at the pass he realized If we hit that at this speed, the boat will split in two!

But for now, he couldn’t focus on that; the ice chunks around them were closing in. He paddled hard, narrowly getting the boat away from two closing pieces that slammed together behind them. He alternated sides of the canoe quickly, trying to keep them from listing one way or the other. The ice careened through the choppy and cold water, narrowly grazing their boat. Sokka’s eyes fixed again on the blockade of ice sitting between where the two ice caps meet. Beyond them was a tall spire of ice and snow, sitting not too far beyond the would-be exit. Though for a moment, Sokka did chuckle to himself, as he noted the spire resembled a butt-plug.

Even if we do get through that, it’ll be a hard turn to avoid that giant thing! Sokka realised, eyes wide at the sight of the ice.

“Watch out!” His sister’s voice brought his attention to the left, where an ice chunk was swinging down upon them.

It slammed into their boat, sending them down a dangerous, ice-filled path. The pieces were only getting bigger and bigger by the moment, carrying more weight as the boat was battered on all sides.

“Go left!” Katara shouted, spying an opening. If they could just skirt around this piece next to them, they’d be an opening and could reorient themselves. “Go left!” She cried again.

Sokka pushed hard, trying to bring the boat in the direction she suggested. The water’s own strength won out, and the boat careened on, missing the opening Katara had spied and sailing right in between two large floating ice chunks as they squeezed together.

On instinct, the siblings leapt from their seated position as the ice slammed into their boat. The wood and bones of their vehicle were smashed instantly. Katara felt the icecaps collide, just barely leaping out in time as her foot cleared the closing column. Her impressive chest hit the snow-covered ice first, the heat she generated from them melting it instantly. She slid across the ice, nearly going over the edge of the other side and into the water. Her eyes opened, somewhat surprised she hadn’t gone over. The ice chunk they were on ricocheted off the one it had impacted, sending them in the same direction they had been sailing.

Sokka landed on his butt, driving his spear into the ice to stop himself from sliding. The two took a moment to recover themselves before standing. Sokka glanced around, noting they were now on one of many ice chunks; the rapids had seemed to calm, however. The butt-plug spire was now only a few meters away, and the ice blocking their exit had given way to the rapids. They gently floated towards the spire on the icy vessel.

Katara repositioned herself, sitting down next to her brother, glaring at him. “You call that left?”

Sokka glanced over to her. “You don’t like my steering? Well, maybe you should have Waterbended us out of the ice.” He moved his arms in a flowing motion, putting both palms open and away from him. The spire was now in front of them as they continued to drift out to sea.

Katara stood in a huff. “So it’s my fault?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

“I knew I should have left you home,” Sokka hissed back, his arms folding over his tucked-in knees. “Leave it to a girl to screw things up.”

Katara’s face flickered with rage. She pointed an accusing finger at her brother. “You are the most sexist, immature, nut-brained-… I’m embarrassed to be related to you!” Her voice faltered for a moment, so distraught that the words fell apart in her mouth. Her arms flailed wildly with every word, however.

Her brother’s gaze moved past Katara and to the ice spire behind them, watching as cracks shot up the exterior. He recoiled in fear as the ice split rapidly.

“Ever since mom died, I’ve been doing all the work around camp!” Katara continued, her gestures continuing to be wild. Her breasts threatened to escape through the hole in her parka, but Sokka was far too focused on the threat behind them to notice. “While you’ve been off playing soldier!”

“Uhhh … Katara …” Sokka said meekly. His hands came up to block the sun from his eyes, trying to see how high the cracks were going, fear painted on his face.

“I even wash all the clothes!” Katara continued, pointing another accusing finger at him. “Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? And the fact that you use them to masturbate?! Let me tell you, not pleasant!”

She threw her arms back, two massive cracks running all the way up to the top.

“Katara! Settle down!” Sokka exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear. How the hell does she not hear that thing splitting?!

“No!” Katara replied. “That’s it, I’m done helping you! From now on, you’re on your own!”

With a thunderous CRACK, Katara’s final dismissive wave broke the iceberg behind them in several spots, the breaks shooting up rapidly.

This finally got the Waterbender’s attention; she turned to look upon where the noise had come. A terrified groan escaped Sokka’s lips whilst Katara gasped. The ice spire fell apart rapidly in several pieces, plunging into the water. Katara ducked low as she and Sokka grabbed onto the edge of their ice-boat. The giant wave of arctic water sent them careening backwards towards the much larger icecaps behind them. Sokka threw his right arm over Katara, holding her close as they flew backwards.

The water evened out a moment later, and the siblings were once again in calm waters, still stranded but out of danger.

Sokka glanced at his sister as the duo breathed a sigh of relief at their second miraculous escape of the day. “Okay, you’ve gone from weird to freakish, Katara.”

His arm released her. Katara’s gaze went to where the spire had once been, now a calm and serene landscape like the one she had been gazing at just four minutes prior.

“You mean I did that?” She asked, in awe of her own powers.

“Yup,” Sokka replied. “Congratulations.”

Bubbles rose to the surface in front of the siblings. A blue glowing orb appeared beneath the surface in the darkness. Both figures stared at the strange object as the small pool of disturbed water ballooned out.

Whatever that is, it’s coming up quick Sokka realised. His body, however, did not react. He lay there, watching the circular object moving rapidly towards the surface. He and Katara seemed nearly mesmerised by it. The glow ballooned out with the bubbles, and soon it was bigger than the ice they were floating on.

A large bubble burst in front of the duo, splattering cold water onto their faces. This shocked the duo out of their hypnotic gaze. Both stood rapidly with a terrified grunt, moving over to the other side of their ice raft.

A near circular orb of ice breached the surface. It glowed in an ethereal light blue and seemed thinner than anything either had ever seen. The water only leapt up slightly, despite the rapidity with which this strange sight had come up from the depths. The ice buckled beneath their feet only slightly as the new ice chunk listed hard to its right side in front of them. It corrected itself a moment later, the ice still glowing a strange blue light. The strange thing was unlike anything the siblings had ever seen. The exterior had ridges along it, smooth and numerous. There were two dark spots inside of it, one much larger than the other.

Katara stepped forward, trying to get a better view. She gasped in shock.

There’s someone in there! She realised. His body was hunched over like a corpse, his head was clean shaven, she could see, and his clothes seemed far too light and breathable for the climate they were in. She could see his pants were being pulled down, leaving part of his lower stomach exposed.

Is…is that she stared hard, realising that also exposed was where the man’s penis met his pelvis. She had never seen a dick so thick before, aside from her brother’s a few times when she had spied on his masturbating or rutting with her friends. The frozen man’s dick extended down into one of his pant legs, forming a large outline that was pulling away from where his thigh was. Katara felt her snug outfit grow damp between her legs. She blushed, and not just from the frostbite. Her eyes broke away from the full, hard erection of the man for a moment and looked to Sokka, who himself was gazing upon the massive beast of a creature that was frozen above the hung man. Katara pulled her hood up, trying to hide her embarrassment at her sudden arousal.

Suddenly, blue lines across the man’s body began to glow. On his head and his arms, blue arrows glowed to life, and the eyes flicked open.

“He’s alive! We have to help,” Katara exclaimed.

“Alright already, Katara!!” Sokka replied with an annoyed tone. “There’s no way we’re busting that iceberg, even with your weird magic!”

“But … this boy,” She stuttered, gesturing towards the sight before them.

“Forget him!” Sokka replied. “Geez, why’s it so important to you?”

Katara turned her face, feeling a flush of red on her cheeks. “… I gotta set it …” She stammered, realising instantly what she had said. “I mean … I gotta know who he is! Just help me, Sokka, pleaseee???”

Sokka crossed his arms. “Hell no.”

Katara grunted, reaching onto her brother’s back and grabbing at his club. She pulled it from its sheath and dashed towards the iceberg, floating only inches from there own.

“Katara! Get back here!” Sokka shouted. His hand grabbed his spear, still stuck in the ice. He followed her towards the stepping stones of smaller ice that led from there to the glowing iceberg. “We don’t know what that thing is!”

Katara reached the iceberg first, swinging the club hard into its exterior. It left a sizable dent as she wound back for another swing. Sokka arrived behind her as the second hit made a deep impact, leaving a harder dent. Thrice more she hit it, grunting hard as she exuded all her energy into the swings.

I gotta…see it! She thought to herself, feeling a deep-seated, primal urge driving her forward. Sokka gripped his spear, watching his sister work like a fanatic. On the third hit, a massive blast of steam exploded from the iceberg. Hot air washed over both siblings with such force that each was thrown off their feet. Sokka felt his frostbite vanish from his once frigid face as his back slammed hard into the hard ice below him. Katara slammed into his arms a moment later, the older brother once again instinctively grabbing her to keep her safe as the steam bath continued to shower them both.

A deep rumbling noise brought their attention away from the breach Katara had made as a crack ran up the side of the iceberg rapidly. The steam vented all over until, finally, with another thunderous CHUNK, the ice exploded from the top, raining down into the ocean below. As the orb was blasted apart, a massive beam of bright blue energy filled the area with even hotter air and fired off into the atmosphere, scattering the clouds overhead. The water below the iceberg rippled erratically.

The steam and heat of the explosion subsided, and the duo were once again surrounded by the cold air of their home. Sokka glanced at Katara; fear covered his sister’s face. His own look was stern, but determined. He rose first, levying his spear towards what remained of the orb, which now seemed to resemble a floating crater raised above the water. Katara rose as well, backing up somewhat behind Sokka, her bust pressing in to his right arm.

Circular blue rings of energy hovered low over the crater. A glowing blue hand suddenly crashed into the icy ridge as the person they had both spotted before climbed to the top of the ridge. His eyes were glowing the same blue as the arrow markings on his bare hands, whilst the rest of him seemed to be in shade with whatever colours his clothes were originally. His movements were slow, almost trance-like.

“Stop!” Sokka shouted, brandishing his spear. The man refused to comply, standing straight at the top of the ridge, looking down upon the siblings.

Katara’s lower lip curled in as she fixated her gaze upon the fully hard cock in the man’s left pant leg. The glow behind him vanished as the shimmer on his body ceased as well. His markings became a more sky blue against his pale skin. His clothes revealed their colours to be brown, yellow, and orange, and all rather thin-looking. Too thin for such frigid temperatures, they currently faced. Then, his body went limp, and the stranger in the iceberg fell forward.

Katara let out a gasp, rushing forward to catch him before he slammed into the ground. One hand cupped his neck, the other his back, laying him down gently against the raised edge of the iceberg. She glanced down, disappointed to find his erection completely gone. Sokka approached slowly, turning his spear around to jab at the bald head of the stranger with the blunted bone of the animal it was made from. Katara shot a glare at him.

“Stop it!” She demanded, shooing Sokka away with one arm. She turned the stranger in her arms over. He had a round face and a youthful appearance. His head was completely shaved down to the scalp, and Katara couldn’t discern his age, but he seemed a man grown. An arrow tattoo went up and over his bald head, coming to a point just above his brown eyebrows.

She studied him for a few moments before a sound escaped his lips. A rather soft moan filled the air as grey eyes fluttered open. He exhaled a sigh, staring into Katara’s eyes.

“I need to ask you something,” He said weakly, his voice wasn’t deep, though not prepubescent high.

“What?” Katara asked, glancing down at his belt line rapidly, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Please, come closer,” He beckoned, his eyes seemed to struggle to stay open.

“What is it?” Katara repeated, leaning in close.

“Will you go penguin sledding with me?!” He asked, suddenly fully awake, eyes wide with excitement.

Katara felt an embarrassed redness fill her face. She backed away from him, to a heel sit. “Uhhh … Sure? I guess.”

The man rose to his feet, though without any motion. A gust of warm wind whipped up lightly past Katara, and the stranger hovered for a moment, correcting his posture before his feet touched the ground.

Sokka recoiled, brandishing his spear at him. The stranger ignored him, however, rubbing his bald head and glancing around. “What’s going on here?”

“You tell us!” Sokka exclaimed. “How’d you get in the ice? And why aren’t you frozen?!”

Sokka moved the spear tip closer, inches from the stranger’s side. He, in kind, pushed the tip away without looking, brushing back Sokka’s threat.

“I’m not sure,” He replied, still studying the area. A low groaning sound came from within the ice crater behind them. With a gasp, the stranger climbed the ice wall, bare hands digging into the ice with seemingly no complaint. Katara and Sokka watched in shock as he scaled the frozen wall in a second, disappearing over the edge.

Katara and Sokka shared a sceptical glance and began to walk around the outside edge of the ice, looking for an easier way into the interior.

They heard his voice inside the crater. “Appa! Are you alright? Wake up, buddy!”

Reaching the crest the found the man standing in front of a giant, six-legged furry creature. The shaggy white fur had a brown arrow marking on its head, like the man. Horns grew out from under its pelt. His back was to its impressively large mouth, the entire thing big enough to comfortably sit at least ten people on its back. Both siblings let out a shocked gasp. The creature stirred, opening its mouth and lifting the stranger on its tongue. The stranger, in kind, chuckled lightly with an enthusiastic grin on his face, staring gleefully at the behemoth monster.

“You’re okay!” The stranger exclaimed excitedly, petting its snout.

“What is that thing?” Sokka asked.

“This is Appa, my flying bison,” The man replied, still petting the creature. It rose to its feet, six in total, shaking lightly.

“Right, and this is Katara, my flying sister,” Sokka replied in an unimpressed tone.

“Neat,” The stranger replied, seeming to take Sokka’s comment at face value. “Do you guys live around here?”

“Don’t answer that!” Sokka exclaimed, once again levying his spear. “Did you see that crazy bolt of light? He’s probably trying to signal the Fire Navy.”

Katara rolled her eyes, pushing past her brother. “Oh yeah, I’m sure he’s a spy for the Fire Navy. You can tell by that evil look in his eye.”

The stranger offered a toothy smile at her statement.

“The paranoid one is my brother, Sokka,” Katara explained, gesturing to him. Sokka gave a polite wave, still defensively holding his spear. “You never told us your name.”

“I’m A …” The man’s face twisted suddenly, “Ah … ah … Achoo!”

Another blast of warm air coated the siblings as the sneeze propelled the strange off the ground, rocketing into the air by his nose. The sound echoed across the ice caps nearby as the snow where he had been standing scattered. Katara and Sokka turned their heads to the sky, watching as he flew up. He descended in an equally shocking fashion, without any haste. His feet impacted upon the edge of the crater, and he slid down the sheer face, sliding back into place just next to where he had left the ground and inches from Sokka and Katara.

“I’m Aang,” He finished, rubbing his nose, the smile returning to his face.

“You just sneezed … and flew forty feet in the air!” Sokka stuttered out in shock, pointing to the sky.

“Really?” Aang asked, glancing up. “It felt higher than that.”

Wait … arrow markings? Warm air surrounding the body? Huge penis? Katara gasped as a wave of realisation washed over her. “You’re an Airbender!”

“Sure am,” Aang confirmed with a nod.

“Giant light beams, flying bison, Airbenders, I think I got midnight sun madness,” Sokka complained, rubbing his head. “I’m going home to where stuff makes sense.”

He turned and began to walk, only to be reminded that they were, in fact, stranded, greeted only by the visage of ice and water.

“Well, if you guys are stuck, Appa and I can give you a lift,” Aang offered. He leapt up, using his airbending to bring himself to the crown of Appa’s head. Between his horns, Katara noticed bindings that Aang grabbed onto. Atop the beast’s back was a saddle, though it seemed to lack a strap to keep it in place.

“We’d love a ride, thanks!” Katara exclaimed, all too eager to see more of this strange man. She began to climb up the beast’s side, Aang moving to help her up.

“Oh no, I am not getting on that fluffy monster,” Sokka protested.

“Are you hoping some other kind of monster will come along and give you a ride home?” Katara asked. “Y’know, before you freeze to death?”

Sokka raised his arm to protest, but realised quickly his younger sister was right. He let out a defeated sigh and moved towards the beast.

With the Water Tribe siblings secured in the saddle, the trio was ready to depart. Aang sat on Appa’s head, the rope strap that was the reins firmly in both hands.

“Okay!” He exclaimed enthusiastically, “First-time flyers, hold on tight! Appa, Yip Yip!”

He flicked his arm, sending a flurry down the rope to either horn. It was not strong enough to cause any discomfort for the beast, but it still stimulated it enough. The mighty sky bison let out a deep, bellowing roar. With a finesse that shocked both siblings, the beast leapt into the air effortlessly, and for a moment, they arched towards the sky. Only for a lurching feeling in their stomach to alert them they were, in fact, falling. The beast belly flopped into the frigid ocean water, seemingly undisturbed by the temperature of the water.

“Come on, Appa, Yip Yip,” Aang repeated, pulling at the reins.

“Wow,” Sokka rolled his eyes. “That was truly amazing.”

“Appa’s just tired,” Aang shrugged, turning back to his passengers. “A little rest and he’ll be soaring through the sky, you’ll see!”

Katara nodded, meeting Aang’s gaze. His eyes seemed transfixed on her, with a broad smile on his face. Katara glanced past him, searching his pants for any sign of what she had seen before. It seemed all for nought, as Aang’s pants were baggy and hid whatever he had well.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Katara asked.

“Oh … I was smiling?” He replied, looking away from her, hoping she hadn’t noticed he had been staring right at the gaping hole in her parka. Katara blushed, glancing down again at Aang’s pants.

Sokka let out a groan, leaning his head back. Katara turned and glared at her brother.

A beam of incredible blue light streaked through the always-light sky of the South Pole. Miles away from the siblings was a Fire Nation Warship. The cold black metal cut through the arctic water quickly, destroying any ice that attempted to block its path. On the deck stood the captain of the ship. His almost completely bald head was cast to the sky, looking at the beam.

“Finally,” He hissed. He turned his full body around to the older gentleman currently sitting upon the deck of the ship in front of a game table, a pot of tea set up on the corner for him to drink from. While the man was dressed in the standard military garb, the older gentleman had on a chest plate and some loose robes of light grey. “Uncle, do you realise what this means?”

The man gestured towards the beam, seeing his uncle looking down rather dismissively, focused on his game.

“That I won’t get to finish my game?” He asked without looking up from the piece in hand.

“It means my search … it’s about to come to an end,” The younger man countered.

The old man sighed at the captain’s words, shaking his head. The captain turned around again, facing his uncle. “That light came from an incredibly powerful source. It has to be him!”

“Or it’s just the celestial lights,” His uncle countered, gesturing to the sky. “We’ve been down this road before, Prince Zuko. I don’t want you to get too excited over nothing.” He gestured to the table of tiles and tea in front of him. “Please, sit. Why don’t you enjoy a cup of calming Jasmine Tea?”

“I don’t need any calming tea!” Zuko replied angrily. “I need to capture the Avatar!”

He looked up to the helm of his ship, calling to his crew. “Helmsmen! Head a course for the light!”

A stiff wind hit the boat, threatening to toss away the tiles Uncle Iroh had worked so hard to place.

It was over an hour of travel upon the swimming bison that the trio was silent. Sokka lay down in the saddle, his eyes closed, though he was not asleep. Aang had changed his posture the most, lying backwards on the sky bison’s head and looking up into the sky.

Katara had once again returned to her daydreams, staring at the skyline where sky met snow met ice. Though instead of wondering where her father was, or mentally going over the chores she had to do, her mind was focused on only one thing.

Gran-Gran always told me that the Air Nomads were ‘gifted’ like that. And the reason they lived in temples defined by gender was because if they didn’t, they could overpopulate the world! She recalled from the stories she had been told in her youth. The Water Tribe had strict practices for mating and marriage, some said the most repressive in the world. She had often heard some of the older women comparing themselves to brood mares rather than people when discussing their marriages and sex lives. Of course, all of that had disappeared nearly a decade back now, when every man over sixteen had left their village.

Katara was only twelve when her father left for war, taking over half their tribe’s population with him. Husbands, eldest sons, uncles, all had gone. Sokka was too young, being only fourteen, and thus had to stay behind. She knew it tore him up inside that he had not been allowed to go. She had matured quickly during that time, before her body followed suit a few years later. All the women in the tribe fawned over Katara. She was young, thin, curvy in all the right places, with amazing hair and a gorgeous face. Plus, as the chief’s daughter, considered a very viable match for all their sons who were off at war. Katara was lucky in a sense; unlike Sokka, none of her friends had been required to go off to war. Though with the stress of running their outpost village, they hardly had time for the fun games they once enjoyed. Most of them had taken over the duties their brothers and fathers had left behind. She also knew that all of them had fucked her older brother, as the only male in the tribe who was currently above the age of eleven. She had had her own fun with them as well, kissing and cuddling, and touching, all of them agreeing she was the hottest amongst the Southern Water Tribe girls. But there was one thing Katara had desired for years that always seemed so far out of reach.

She had once created a fake cock using some leather and bones from a hunt she and Sokka had gone on. It had measured over a foot long, but was rudimentary. It had not been pleasurable in the slightest, and as such, Katara only fucked herself with it once. Choosing instead to practice her oral skills and learning to suppress her gag reflex with it. She hadn’t even touched her ass with it.

Even though Sokka was her brother, Katara had to admit she enjoyed listening to her friends' regal stories of his sexual prowess.

“We fucked all night long! You weren’t kidding, Kahlaka, Sokka is a BEAST! He’s hung like an Arctic Hippo-Horse, too! Oh … sorry, Katara, you probably don’t want to hear about how your brother blew my back out.”

She’d heard those tales a thousand times since becoming a teenager. Now she was twenty and still a virgin. Something, she hated to admit, troubled her deeply.

“Hey,” She greeted him, crossing her arms on the saddle's edge, under her impressive bust, accentuating them for the Airbender. Aang felt a stirring in his pants. He grinned at her.

“Hey,” Aang greeted her in a relaxed tone. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Katara blushed, not wanting to admit his penis was on her mind. She debated what to say for a moment.

Gran-Gran said that the Air Nomads practised free love. And Sokka’s basically the acting chief. If he can hoe around, why can’t I? She reasoned.

“I guess I was wondering … with your being an Airbender and all …” She began, glancing away for a second. Her confidence fell apart, and her mind pivoted away from the idea of waking Sokka to the sight of her pussy being filled with Aang’s cum. “If you had any idea what happened to the Avatar?”

Aang’s face changed, his eyes darting away from her bust. He sat up awkwardly, still looking away. “Oh … no. I didn’t know him. I mean … I knew people that knew him. But I didn’t … sorry.”

“Okay … just curious,” Katara said, nodding. “Uhh … Good night.”

She shuffled away from her friend, silently cursing herself for backing down.

“Sleep tight,” Aang called back, turning around to face away from the saddle.

He sulked for a moment, recalling some bitter memories.

It’ll be fine, right? They’ll understand if I just talk to them … I’m eighteen, I’ve been training for this since I was twelve Aang’s mind was clouded with doubt. Hands reached up, covering his ears, trying to silence the noise in his mind.

“Hey … Aang,” he heard Katara’s voice call.

“Y-yeah?” He glanced up to see Katara looking at him from over the saddle again.

“I have another question. Aren’t you … frigid?” She asked, pointing at his outfit.

“Huh?” He glanced down at his clothes. “Oh … Airbenders have this trick, we can bend the air around us to make it warm or cold.”

“Oh … wow,” Katara said with a stunned pause. “That’s … really impressive.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of an advanced technique,” Aang nodded slowly.

Katara crept over the saddle, sliding down the back of Appa to sit next to him.

“So you’re like an Airbending Master?” She asked, raising an eyebrow Could he be the master I’ve been searching for?

“Uhh … yeah,” Aang nodded, rubbing the back of his head. “That’s why I have my tattoos.”

“Are they … all over your body?” Katara raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his pants before returning to his eye line.

“Yeah,” Aang replied, his arm moved to his shin, “Both my legs, my arms obviously, and then this one.” His other hand went to the arrow on his head. “Goes all the way down my back.”

“Do you have one on your … stomach?” Katara asked awkwardly.

“No,” Aang replied shortly.

“Do they … connect? Like your arm and leg tattoos, do they connect to the one on your back?”

“No, the arms ones sort of swirl around my bicep area and then run down the back of my hand. They start in my armpit. The ones on my legs do something similar and start at my inner thigh.”

“Inner thigh, are they on your … your dick?” She asked rather suddenly, looking away in embarrassment.

Aang paused for a moment, stunned by the question.

“No … nothing on my penis,” Aang replied, blushing hard. There was an awkward pause between the two as they both looked away.

“What about you?” Aang asked to break the silence, “Aren’t you cold with the…” He pointed to her chest.

“Oh … no, I sorta grew up in the cold, I’m used to it. My friends and I actually go skinny dipping a few times a year. Ever had ice-cold water on your bare skin? You can handle having something in the air all day,” She replied with a smile.

“Are all water tribe women dressed like that?” Aang asked, his dick stirring.

“No … I actually am a bit … bustier than most, I split my parka open a few years back and just decided that I liked the look,” Katara replied. “Everyone else wears parkas that are like three sizes too big, like my brother back there.”

“I think yours is a few sizes too small,” Aang chuckled.

“Yeah…” Katara nodded. After a pause, a rather naughty idea struck her. “Say … could you do that air thing on me? I’d love to slip out of this damn thing.”

“Sure!” Aang replied rather enthusiastically. He slammed his fists together, creating a light breeze around the two. Suddenly, Katara felt the air around her was pleasant, like being a decent distance from one of the cook fires.

“Amazing!” She declared, reaching for the buttons to undo her top. Aang watched her undress, the bone buttons of her parka coming apart and freeing her impressively sized chest. His jaw dropped in shock as Katara removed the heavy garment, revealing she was topless underneath. Her heavy chest was a sight to behold, beautiful brown skin against the blinding blues of the arctic midnight sky. Katara let out a heavy breath, feeling a weight escape as she bundled up her parka.

“Uhhh…” Aang let out a confused tone, looking away.

“Oh, sorry! I-is this a problem?” Katara asked, bundling up her parka and covering her front with it. “My Gran-Gran always told me Air Nomads were super chill with this sort of stuff.”

“No, no, we are,” Aang replied. “It’s just … I’ve only just met you. And I was always told Water Tribe girls were … I’ll say modest.”

Katara chuckled. “Yeah, we’re supposed to be.”

Aang shrugged. “I don’t mind, truly. It’s not the first pair I’ve ever seen. Though they might be the biggest.”

Katara smiled, dropping her parka. “Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m the bustiest girl in my tribe, and the thickest.”

“You must get all the guys then,” Aang laughed.

“You’d be surprised,” Katara replied with an awkward face. Her eyes darted to Aang’s pants, the outline of his erection beginning to sneak its way down his breeches.

Fuck … it’s so big. It’s gotta be as big as Sokka Katara thought to herself, unconsciously licking her lips. Alright, girl, focus. You’re literally topless, and he isn’t freaked out. He’s totally down to fuck

“So … you’ve seen tits before?” Katara asked.

“Oh … yeah, a few times,” Aang nodded, “Your Gran-Gran was right, we Air Nomads are super chill.”

“Any of those lucky girls see your dick?” Katara continued.

Aang grinned, “Yeah … a few of them. Why, you wanna be one of them?”

Katara turned, kissing Aang on the cheek, “Absolutely.”

Aang’s hand went to his breeches, undoing the string that held them in place. With his bottoms loosened, he shuffled in place atop Appa, allowing his growing erection to spring free.
Katara let out an audible gasp at its sight. A fleshy pale monolith, pink in complexion, standing high and proud from the opening in his breeches. It lurched and swayed slightly under its own weight, the pre-cum pooling at the tip.

“Oh my …” She breathed lustfully.

“Impressed?” Aang asked with a smirk, knowing full well that the Air Nomads are some of the most hung men of the world. While this fact was common knowledge amongst the Air Tribes, so much so that most female members of their society were never impressed by it, Aang had found on his travels to the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom in his youth that those girls were easier to impress with just this fact alone. And it seemed the Water Tribe was no different.

“Oh yeah … it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” Katara admired, her hand reached out to grab it out of reflex. “I mean … I’ve only ever seen my brother’s but…”

“Wait, you’ve fucked your brother?” Aang asked.

“What?! No!” Katara exclaimed, keeping her hand on Aang’s cock. “But I’ve … seen it, y’know?”

Aang shrugged, “Hey, I wasn’t judging. My friend Bumi’s parents were siblings. I know plenty of people who fuck their relatives.”

Katara grunted, wondering for a moment why she had never acted on any urges she had felt when she spied on her brother and her friends. She’d always told herself it was just the act of sex she was turned on by, and not necessarily the people involved.

Was it that I wanted dick or I wanted him? She wondered for a moment. As she pondered these thoughts, her arm began to piston up and down Aang’s massive cock, keeping him fully hard. What surprised her the most was the strange pulsing she felt, like a heartbeat in his thick veins that snaked all over his pale monster.

“Ahh, that feels good,” Aang moaned as Katara continued to stroke. “You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks,” Katara said with a smile. Her fingers traced Aang’s cock to the tip, soaking themselves in his pre-cum and bringing them back down to coat his cock in its own pre-cum. Aang shuddered at the motion, causing his cock to buck and twitch in Katara’s hand. She yelped somewhat at the movement, watching the monolith sway and lurch.

“Man, you’ve really never seen a cock before, have you?” Aang asked with a smirk.

“Are they all so big?” Katara asked, feeling her mouth beginning to water.

“Most are,” Aang replied. “The monks taught me that sexual organs like this are living things attached to our bodies. It’s bad to hide them away in our clothes and deny the urges they send to us. They said letting them ‘breathe’ and ‘breed’ was an essential part of life. The Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom even incorporate their sex into combat.”

“Letting them breathe?” Katara repeated, staring at Aang’s cock. “What does that mean?”

“Exposing them to nature and air, mostly, I imagine for you it probably involves that skinny dipping you and your friends do.”

“Oh, yeah, it does always make me feel good,” Katara pondered. She paused for a moment, transfixed by the visage of Aang’s cock. “Can I suck it?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Aang replied, lying back on Appa’s furry head. He flexed his muscles, causing his cock to twitch again. “And I’m not the only one who was.”

Katara raised an eyebrow, lost in Aang’s statement. Then she felt his cock buck in her hand again. Pre-cum drooled down from the tip, coating the back of her stationary hand.

“Yo … Your cock wants me to suck it?” She asked in confusion, looking up at the monk for reassurance.

“Sure does, it wouldn’t be hard otherwise,” The Air Nomad replied, his hands folded behind his head.

Katara’s mouth watered as she stared down the meat pole in her hands. Drool ran from her lower lip, dripping down onto her enormous rack. Her gaze was locked onto her prize, seemingly unable to look away for any reason. Slowly, her mouth gravitated towards Aang’s cock, her jaw opening wide, preparing to swallow.

This is it! Katara thought A real cock, not that piece of shit leather and bone dildo

Her lips sealed around the swollen mushroom head of Aang’s dick. Her tongue darted forward, licking at the reservoir of pre-cum on the cum slit.

It’s so yummy! Katara moaned as her body was overtaken with pleasure by the taste of Aang’s pre alone. Her embrace became a deep, passionate kiss against the cock in her mouth. She gave another moan, pushing her head down the shaft several inches. Aang grunted at her effort, his cock pulsing inside her mouth. Katara got halfway down before retreating. She gasped for air as the thick meat escaped her lips; her face was flushed. A thick line of drool connected her to the shaft at her lower lip. Her hand went to the saliva-slick tip, using her natural lubrication to get the shaft even easier to jerk off. A second later, her mouth attacked again, swallowing even more than last time. Aang began to thrust his hips up into Katara’s mouth, making her swallow even more of his cock. Katara took the encouragement well, and soon she was threatening to deep throat his entire cock.

“I’m gonna~” Aang grunted. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow!”

Katara pulled her mouth off his cock slowly, lapping at every inch with her tongue as she did so. Her free hands went to Aang’s ball sack, massaging his testicles. He grunted again. The tip of his head was in the back of her mouth when Katara felt his nuts contract. A moment later, a hot, salty liquid exploded into her mouth. Katara moaned with a primal arousal, feeling a small orgasm run over her aching pussy. She swallowed hard, every last of Aang’s cum going down into her stomach. Her mouth filled with more seed a second later. She desperately swallowed down the load as her mouth filled almost instantly a third time.

So much~ Katara’s head was swimming. Her whole body was warm and shuddering with arousal. Aang’s cock bucked in her mouth a final time before his load seemed to be complete. Katara swallowed for either her fourth or fifth time. The deflating cock head left her mouth, flopping down unceremoniously onto Aang’s breeches. The Water Tribe girl wiped her mouth, smirking at her own ability.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever had a blowjob that great,” Aang admitted, smiling at Katara. “I normally last longer. Guess I’m just tired.”

“Thanks,” Katara replied, beaming with pride. “Did this enjoy too?” Her hands traced around the flaccid yet still-hung piece of meat on Aang’s breeches.

“Absolutely,” Aang snickered, lying back. “It’ll definitely want a lot of those in the future.”

“I’d be more than happy to oblige it,” Katara smirked.

Gorgeous, smart, and amazing in the sack, I think I’ve found the one Aang thought, closing his eyes.

I need more Was Katara’s only thought, however.

A sudden lethargy overtook the young Air Nomad as his legs seemed too heavy to move. Katara replaced her parka onto her chest, scrambling back up towards the saddle. Aang fixed his dick into his breeches, falling asleep a minute or so later.

The Fire Nation vessel moved with speed towards the light source as the Prince had directed. Zuko had stripped from his armour, now only in some night robes. He stood at the helm of his ship, staring off into the arctic cold. His eyes were heavy, and the scar on his face felt tight, but he refused to turn in; they were nearing the location of the beam, he knew it.

“I’m going to bed now,” He heard his Uncle Iroh call behind him. The man let out an exaggerated yawn. “Yep … A man needs his rest.”

Zuko said nothing to him, staring off.

“Prince Zuko, you need some sleep,” Iroh continued. “Even if you’re right. And the Avatar is alive, you won’t find him. Your mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all tried and failed.”

Zuko gritted his teeth at his uncle’s words. “Because their Honour didn’t hinge on the Avatar’s capture.” He replied sternly. “Mine does. This coward’s hundred years of hiding are over.”

The storm was unforgiving; lightning and thunder bombarded Aang. He sat on Appa’s head, barely able to see through the rain.

C’mon! He screamed in mind, yanking the reins hard, trying to steer through the hell-scape he had found himself in. The wind was too strong for even him and Appa to face together, as it forced Appa down into the frigid arctic water. Aang let out a scream, the bubbles raising was from him. Instantly, his body felt frozen to its core. Appa lurched, bringing them to the surface for a moment. Aang gasped for air, looking around. The rain was so brutal that he could barely see a thing. The seas were black and void. A wave came up on his right side, forcing Appa and Aang down below again. Appa began to sink; the massive beast was knocked unconscious by the force of the wave. Aang felt his own mind slipping, the freezing waters making his entire body go numb. The rope of Appa’s rein slipped from his numb hand. The last of the Airbender in Aang’s lungs escapes to the surface.

There was a white flash

Aang He heard a voice calling as a pocket of warm air enveloped his limp body.

Aang, wake up!

Aang rose with a start, sweat running down his brow.

“It’s okay,” The voice reassured him. His head turned to find Katara crouching next to him. He was in a brown tent, just big enough for one person. The cold air licked at his exposed chest. The Airbending master flicked his hand subtly, warming the temperature around him. “We’re in the village now. Come on, get ready. Everyone is waiting to meet you.”

Aang’s focus moved to his left, finding his shirts were off and folded next to him.

“Did you take my clothes off in my sleep?” He asked, looking at Katara.

“Huh?” Katara raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, Ukaho and Pekahki did. They also might have sucked your cock while you were out. You had a massive boner when they came by when I was setting you up earlier.”

Aang nodded slowly at the news, seemingly unbothered by the potential molestation he had faced. He tossed his clothes on and had barely finished fixing his shirt’s cuff when Katara grabbed him and dragged him out of the tent.

The Southern Water Tribe outpost known as Wolf Cove, which Katara and Sokka called home, was small. A central igloo and eight tents by Aang’s count. The villagers were all gathered together by the communal cookfire. Most of them were grey-haired women and older mothers. Aang counted six girls closer in age to Katara amongst them; however, after that, they seemed to be kids. Sitting near the tent that Aang was dragged from was Sokka, sharpening a boomerang. As Katara had mentioned, every parka was baggy on its wearer.

“Aang, this is the entire village,” Katara said, gesturing to the collected group. “Entire village, Aang.”

Aang bowed respectfully to the group gathered, offering them a weak smile. Two girls, Ukaho and Pekahki, he suspected, giggled at the sight of him. The older women, the mothers and grandparents, recoiled, however, pulling the younger kids away. Fear and confusion painted on their faces. Aang raised a curious eyebrow.

“Uhhh, why is everyone looking at me like that?” Aang asked Katara. “Did Appa sneeze on me?”

“Well, no one has seen an airbender in one hundred years,” called an elderly voice. An older woman, not dissimilar to Katara in appearance and dressed in a light purple parka, stepped forward. “We thought they were extinct. ‘Till my granddaughter and grandson found you.”

“Extinct?” Aang repeated the word, frowning.

“Aang, this is my grandmother, Kanna,” Katara interjected, gesturing to the woman.

“Call me Gran-Gran,” The woman said rather bluntly.

“Hey, what is this?” A voice called. Aang turned and saw Sokka approaching, holding a wooden staff. “A weapon? I found it on your bison.”

Aang chuckled, pulling the staff to him with a gust of wind. “It’s not a weapon, it’s a tool for Airbending.”

There was a small notch in the pole just about a quarter of the way down from the top. Aang pressed it, unfolding orange wings made of a light material. Sokka jumped back slightly at the sudden reveal.

“Magic trick!” One of the little girls cheered. “Do it again.”

“Not magic,” Aang smiled. “Airbending. It lets me control the air currents around my glider here and fly!”

“You know, last time I checked, humans can’t fly,” Sokka grunted, his arms crossed in annoyance.

“Well, check again!” Aang exclaimed, leaping into the air with his glider. He did exactly as he explained, moving the air currents around him to soar through the arctic air.

The villages all watched in amazement as he arched and sailed through the skies.

“Shit!” The younger girls called. “He’s actually flying!”

Sokka gave an annoyed grunt, watching all of his sister’s friends gawk at the Airbender.

“Damn, Katara, you really found a helluva guy,” chuckled Rahni. She was full-chested, though not as busty as Katara, and lacked the waterbender’s excessive attributes below the waist. “And if his cock is as big as you and the others say … I think he’s gonna enjoy his stay with us. Hope Sokka won’t mind sharing.”

“Sokka’ll be fine, you and the girls have been fawning over him for years. His cum is basically half of your diet at this point,” Katara bit back with a playful smirk.

“Yeah, well, you should try it, it’s the only good food any of us girls eat,” Rahni replied.

Katara shook her head. “Ugh, you and Pekahki have been trying to get me to fuck my brother for years, now I finally get this guy, and you still fixate on it?”

“Hey, in our defence, it was only because you always complained about being a virgin.” Rahni laughed.

Their chat was cut short when Aang, who had been too focused on performing for the crowd, slammed head first in Sokka’s watch tower on the ring of the snow wall that surrounded the village.

“Oof…” Katara hissed, wincing at the impact.

“My watchtower!” Sokka exclaimed in horror as Aang pulled himself free, bringing down the fragile snow structure with him. Aang himself was partially buried under the snow debris of said tower.

Katara, Rahni, and a third girl named Kankono raced over, pulling Aang from the snow.

“That was amazing!” Katara exclaimed. Aang folded his staff back in, smiling at the girls. Sokka raced over to his tower, finding the structure very much compromised. A second drift of snow fell, knocking Sokka off his feet. The girls and Aang stared at him, chuckling.

“Great, you’re an Airbender, Katara’s a waterbender, together you can just waste time all day long,” He grunted, brushing the snow from his parka as he stood up.

“You’re a waterbender?!” Aang asked in amazement.

“Well … sort of … not yet,” Katara replied, bashfully.

“Alright, no more playing,” Gran-Gran interjected before anyone else could speak. “C’mon, girls, you have chores.”

Gran-Gran gestured, and all the village dispersed, except for the little kids who clung to Aang, demanding to know his secrets and teach them how to airbend. Aang seemed to take the attention well, sitting down with a smile and telling the kids about Airbending.

“I told you, he’s the real thing, Gran-Gran!” Katara exclaimed in a whispered cheer. “I finally found a bender to teach me!”

“Katara,” Her grandmother countered with a stern voice, “Try not to put all your hopes in this boy.”

“But he’s special, I can tell,” Katara replied. “I sense he’s filled with much wisdom!”

She glanced over to find Aang still messing around with the kids, sticking his tongue to his wooden staff, smiling and laughing with them. The kids pulled on it, demonstrating that it was stuck to his tongue.

The sun was rising over the bow of the Fire Navy ship. Zuko stood against two of his soldiers. His uncle sat nearby, watching. At his side was a yellow pot of roast duck.

“Again.” His uncle said calmly in a stern tone.

Zuko launched his fire attacks from his fists, dancing around the attacks from his enemies. It was a quick sparring match, with both men manoeuvring to keep Zuko in front of them, resulting in both with their backs against the edge of the ship and Zuko holding both as fist-point.

Uncle Iroh, however, seemed unimpressed, letting out a sigh. He rose from his seat “No. Power in firebending comes from the breath, not the muscles. The breath becomes energy in the body, the energy extends past your limbs and becomes fire!” Uncle Iroh threw a punch, lighting the air in front of Zuko’s face with flames.

“Get it right this time.”

“Enough,” Zuko hissed. “I’ve been drilling this sequence all day. Teach me the next set. I’m more than ready.”

“No,” Iroh replied, sitting back down. “You are impatient; you have yet to master your basics. Drill it again.”

Zuko let out an angry hiss. He turned to where the two soldiers stood. His leg leapt from the ship’s floor and kicked out. A blast of fire hit the man, sending him across the deck with a grunt.

“The sages tell us the Avatar is the last Airbender,” Zuko began, turning to face his uncle. “He must be over a hundred years by now. He’s had a century to master the four elements. I’ll need more than basic firebending to defeat him. You will teach me the advanced set!”

Iroh blinked at Zuko, his face stern. “Very well.” He spoke softly. “But first, I must finish my roast duck.” He leaned to his left, picking up the bowl and eating with a smile.

Sokka gazed upon his mighty army, pacing back and forth. His club was in his hand, gripped tightly.

“Now, men,” He began. “It’s important you show no fear when you face a firebender. In the Water Tribe, we fight ‘till the last man standing. For without courage, how can we call ourselves men?”

The oldest member of his brigade was eleven years old. The youngest, a mere eight, was born when his father was away. The boys, six in total, stared up at their eldest.

The youngest raised his hand. “I gotta pee.” He declared.

“Listen, until our fathers and brothers return from the war, they’re counting on us to be the men of this tribe,” Sokka explained. “And that means no potty breaks.”

“But I really gotta go!” The kid countered, holding his pants with both hands.

Sokka let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, who else has to go?”

Five hands raised. Sokka slapped his forehead but dismissed his warriors.

“Have you seen Aang?” A female voice called. Sokka turned to find Katara and Rahni walking towards him. “Gran-Gran said he disappeared over an hour ago.”

A chorus of boys chuckling brought their attention to Aang crawling out from their latrine, making rather immature potty jokes, much to the boys’ delight.

“Ugh, Katara, get him out of here!” Sokka exclaimed. “This lesson is for warriors only!”

Aang, meanwhile, was setting up a slide on Appa’s tail into a snowbank, which the boys all seemed too excited to enjoy.

“Hey!” Sokka barked. “Stop it right now!”

He approached Aang as he continued to build up the snow drift.

“What’s wrong with you? We don’t have time for fun and games with the war going on!” Sokka growled.

Aang raised a curious eyebrow. “What war?” He asked. “What are you talking about?”

Sokka glared, “You’re kidding, right?”

Aang’s response came in the form of a scream as he glanced past the Water Tribe man. “Penguin!”

Indeed, just at the edge of the village was an Otter-Penguin, which, upon hearing Aang’s exclamation, turned and slid down the snowdrift, running away.

Aang raced after it at an extreme speed, kicking up snow as he rocketed away.

“He’s kidding, right?” Sokka asked his sister.

“I’ll go and fetch him,” Katara said, sprinting after the rut in the snow Aang had left.

Sokka rubbed the temple of his forehead.

“Hey, c’mon, let the kids take five,” Rahni cooed, wrapping her arms around Sokka. “I finished all my chores, and I believe Haku is free too.”

Sokka grinned, “I suppose I could let them have their lunch break early.”

“And mine as well,” Rahni replied.

Sokka allowed the girl to lead him away towards the largest tent in the village. She threw the opening back, allowing Sokka to sneak inside.

“Hey, handsome,” greeted the voice of Haku. She was dressed in the undergarments of her parka, revealing her curvy waist, thick thighs, fat ass, and impressive bust, though she was smaller than Rahni, who in turn was smaller than Katara. Her hair was long and unbraided, cascading down like a luscious chestnut colored waterfall to her waist. Sokka felt his cock begin to harden in his breeches.

“Well, hello, thankfully not everyone in the tribe is losing their mind over that Airbender freak,” Sokka breathed a sigh of relief. Rahni sealed the entrance of the tent behind them as she entered, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Let’s do this before the other girls or elders realise what’s going on,” She said, turning to her companion. “I don’t need Kanna yelling at me for shirking duty for dick again.”

“Don’t worry, all the other girls want to choke themselves on that airbender guy, we’re smart enough to know what real men look like,” Haku hissed, walking over to Sokka. Both girls pulled at his parka, removing it from his body. They tossed it aside, moving in close to him. Each placed a hand on his shoulder, and the other one went to Sokka’s crotch, massaging him.

“Now come on, Sokka, let’s make more warriors for your army,” Rahni hissed in his ear, biting at the lobe. Sokka growled at her words, his thick erection slamming against the hem of his breeches.

Haku giggle, sinking to her knees. “Look at it, begging to be let out, yearning for us!”

“Yes, please, it’s practically begging for my mouth,” Rahni moaned. “And I’m begging for it too.”

“One at a time, ladies,” Sokka commented with a snide tone. “Let’s see you both drop to your knees first.”

The girls locked eyes, sinking below Sokka in tandem. Once they were lowered to this new position, neither girl could see the other, their vision obscured by Sokka’s impressive pole.

“Alright then,” Sokka continued, gripping his cock tightly. “Who wants me more?”

“ME!” Both girls practically shouted at the same time.

“She’s not even out of her parka yet!” Haku pointed at her rival. “I’m not wearing any small clothes; I’d never want to impede you. I don’t care which hole, I just need your cock.”

“I’m only in my parka because you’re too much of a lazy whore to go and get Sokka,” Rahni protested. “If it hadn’t been for me, Sokka would still be training your little brother!”

Sokka snickered, revelling in the battle the girls were now fighting.

“So how about you get out of that parka, then?” Sokka suggested. “Since it’s gonna be in the way anyway.”

Rahni did as she was told without hesitation. The blue parka flew across the room, revealing the impressive bust of Rahni, completely nude from the waist up.

“See? I risked frostbite on my tits just to get this glorious fucking cock into this tent! I deserve to suck it first!”

Sokka clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Rahni does make a good point, you’re still dressed, Haku.”

1Haku shrieked, “No, wait! I can get undressed, just one second! Please! Please please! Just give me a chance!”

Her hands frantically grabbed at her underclothes, pulling hard on the thin layer of cloth still covering her body. But it was too late. Sokka’s hand landed on the back of Rahni’s head, pushing her over to his foot and a half-long member. Rahni moaned lewdly as her lips parted to begin worshipping Sokka’s shaft. She gripped her target, pulling the pole over to her mouth. In a moment, Rahni had over half of Sokka’s cock in her throat, bobbing her head up along its thick, engorged shaft. Her eyes gazed up to Sokka with fervour, frantically trying to take as many inches as possible into her body.

Haku was now completely nude, not a single garment remaining on her body. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to alleviate her arousal at watching Rahni impale herself on Sokka’s cock. She moaned and mewled, trying to find a way to enter the fray. Rahni spotted her rival, removing Sokka from her oral cavity for a moment.

“Don’t cum crying to me over this,” Rahni hissed. “I put in the effort to get us this cock, I’m sucking it first!”

“Fine!” Haku replied. “But he’s finishing in my ass.”

“Wrong again,” Rahni sang. “My tits are the only place his cum is ending up. Then my stomach afterwards.”

Haku flared her nostrils in frustration.

“Ladies, ladies, please, there’s plenty of Sokka to go around,” The Water Tribe man said, putting his hands up, trying to defuse the situation.

“Well then, let me have some at all!” Haku hissed. She scrambled over to Sokka, her lips kissing him where his impressive cock met his pelvis. Rahni groaned in annoyance, quickly choking down as much of Sokka as she could to deny Haku any inch of him. The fully naked Water Tribe girl did not take this action lightly, moving her mouth from the dick to the ball sack, taking both of Sokka’s cum factories into her mouth. Sokka let out an audible moan, shuddering as his entire member, root and stem, disappeared into the mouths of his two slutty servants. His eyes rolled back under closed eyelids. His head followed suit a moment later. Both his hands went down to their heads, encouraging them to continue their work on his member.

Sokka could feel his finish rising in his balls.

“I’m gonna cum!” He cried. Rahni swallowed him all the way to the base, allowing the Water Tribe man to empty himself directly into her stomach. A moment later, both girls released Sokka. His cock was still hard, standing erect in the air high above both girls. Rahni’s stomach had earned some new rolls from the gallon of man seed Sokka had left in her gut.

“On all fours, both of you,” Sokka commanded. The girls did as they were told. Sokka knelt behind Haku and Rahni, trying to decide who would get it first.

“Please, Sokka,” Haku moaned. “Rahni already got to drink you, I want you now!”

“I’m sold,” Sokka replied. Haku let out a cooing moan as Sokka levied his cock like a spear against her pussy, pushing slowly but methodically, parting her lips. Rahni squirmed, watching as her best friend was penetrated. Sokka wasted little time, burying himself to his hilt in the Water Tribe bimbo.

“Oh, fuck me!” Haku screeched.

“Shush,” Rahni hissed, “They’ll hear us!”

“Let them!” Haku replied, throwing her head back, “Let them all listen in jealousy as I get fucking bred!”

Sokka’s pace was brutal, making Haku’s whole body shake and rock as he hilted himself inside her, only to withdraw and hilt again rapidly. The girl below him was quickly reduced to a moaning, cooing mess beneath Sokka. Rahni watched with intense envy, her eyes fixated upon the cock disappearing into her friend’s weeping pussy.

“I want it, I want it, I want it,” She chanted quietly to herself. One hand went to her own cunt, fingers inserting, desperate to alleviate some of the ache she was feeling. Sokka’s hand gripped Haku’s body. An idea struck him. His hands gripped Haku’s flesh. With a flex and a twist, Haku spun over, his cock still buried far into her. Her ass and back impacted the animal skins that coated the floor as Sokka switched to missionary. Though her legs were bent all the way back with her feet past her head, making it a mating press.

“Breed her,” Rahni bit her lip, “I wanna watch my friend get fucking knocked up.”

Haku grunted and moaned as Sokka bared his full weight against her, burrowing his cock into her warm, wet pussy as far as it would go. His hands came up, grabbing the back of her shins, pressing even harder to keep her completely folded in half.

“Cum in me! Cum in me!” Haku shrieked, her eyes closed as she soaked Sokka with her own finish. The Water Tribe warrior let out a grunting groan. Haku, in turn, exhaled a mewling moan as she felt her womb fill with Sokka’s warm seed.

Rahni moaned as she watched Haku’s stomach inflating with Sokka’s load. Each of them now sporting small bulges in their stomach. Haku closed her eyes, rolling in the bliss of the cum warming her body. Sokka turned to Rahni, his cock twitched and bucked in the air, lined with Haku’s juices and his own cum. Rahni was leaking from both sets of lips.

“Your turn,” He said lustfully. Rahni mewled in anticipation.

Katara followed Aang’s impressive trail of snow drifts out to some ice plains about a half mile from her tribe. They were near the edge of the ocean and filled with more otter-penguins like the one the Airbender had run after. Katara scanned through the benign creatures, looking for a sign of her new friend.

“Aang!” She called for him.

“Hey! C’mon, little guy, wanna go sledding?” She turned at the sound of his voice, seeing the monk leaping to grab an otter-penguin, who dodged out of his grasp, leaving the bald man to crash into the snow.

Katara approached him, smiling at his seemingly endless cheer. Aang spotted her approaching and pulled himself back to his feet with his Airbending, the warm air blowing lightly at Katara.

“I have a way with animals,” Aang bragged with a smirk. He then turned and stuck his arms out straight, waddling back and forth like one of the many creatures surrounding them.

“Yack!” He barked, mimicking the beasts. “Yack! Yack! Yack! Yack!”

Katara giggled, absolutely delighted by his foolishness. “Aang, I’ll help you catch a penguin if you teach me waterbending.”

Aang turned to face her, excitement in his eyes, “You got a deal!” he exclaimed. However, his face fell almost immediately after his statement. “Just one little problem. I’m an airbender, not a waterbender. Isn’t there someone in your tribe who can teach you?”

“No,” Katara admitted, turning away from him. “You’re looking at the only Waterbender in the whole South Pole.”

“This isn’t right,” Aang stated. “A waterbender needs to master waterbending.”

He thought for a moment before speaking again. “What about the North Pole? Isn’t there another Water Tribe up there, right? Maybe they have waterbenders who could teach you.”

“Maybe,” Katara nodded, “But we haven’t had contact with our sister tribe in a long time. It’s not exactly ‘turn right at the second glacier’. It’s on the other side of the world. Hell, there are other pockets of tribes down here that we haven’t spoken to since my father and all the soldiers left.”

“But you forget, I have a flying bison,” Aang countered with a smile, pointing at himself. “Appa and I can personally fly you to the North Pole. Katara, we’re gonna find you a master.”

Katara’s heart fluttered at the thought, joy overcoming every thought she had. Until the image of her grandmother and Sokka danced through her mind. “That’s … I mean, I don’t know. I’ve never left home before.”

“Well. You think about it,” Aang stated. “But in the meantime, can you teach me to catch one of these penguins?”

Katara smiled. “Okay, listen closely, my young pupil. Catching Otter-Penguins is an ancient and sacred art.” She reached into her tight parka and removed a small fish. “Observe.”

She tossed the dead sea creature to Aang. Before the Airbender had even clasped his hands around it, the Otter-Penguins began to swarm him, trying to get the delicious treat from his hand. Aang chuckled gleefully as the creatures pulled him down onto his butt, trying to get the treat from his hand.

Soon, Katara and Aang were speeding along with their chosen Otter-Penguins down heavy snow drifts. Both of them were cheering and hollering as their mounts sped past snow drifts and over natural ice ramps.

“Yeah!” Aang cried as he flew off one ramp, using his Airbending to hold himself aloft.

“I haven’t done this since I was a kid!” Katara exclaimed.

“You’ll always be a kid at heart!” Aang replied with a wide smile.

The penguins slid into an ice cave, allowing both to do insane swirls and twirls as the wind rushed past them. The cavenr spit them out onto a large flat field of ice.

Aang’s jaw dropped at the sight before him; a massive black iron ship sat perched upon the ice, raised like it was on display. The Otter-Penguins came to a halt, depositing their riders and scurrying away quickly.

Aang’s gaze was locked on the ship, stepping towards it slowly.

“What is that?” He asked Katara, turning to look at her. The Water Tribe woman wore a look of fear, though not one of confusion, Aang noted.

“A Fire Navy ship,” Katara hissed out. “And a very bad memory for my people.”

Aang continued towards the ship, still feeling a strange pull towards it.

“Aang, stop,” Katara called. “We’re not allowed to go near it. The ship could be booby-trapped.”

Aang turned back to Katara with a smile. “If you wanna be a bender, you have to let go of fear.”

Katara hesitated for a moment, considering his words. Ultimately, her fear was overriden, and the duo moved toward the ship. Scaling the ice, they found a crack in the hull and entered inside.

The entire ship was metal and cold. Even as Aang expanded his bubble of warm air, they could still feel the chill of the cold metal. Snow drifts had formed in every hallway, and the lack of light made it nearly impossible to see where they were going. They wandered into a room filled with various weapons, now all rusted and old.

“This ship has haunted my tribe since my Gran-Gran was a teenager,” Katara explained. “It was part of the Fire Nation’s first attacks.”

“Okay, back up,” Aang replied. “I have friends all over the world, even in the Fire Nation. I’ve never seen any war.”

Katara drew in a breath, concerned by his statement. “Aang … how long were you in that iceberg?”

“I don’t know,” Aang replied hesitantly. He picked up one of the rusting spears, examining it. “It felt like a few days. Maybe a week?”

“I think it was more like a hundred years,” Katara replied.

“What?” Aang exclaimed, placing the spear down. “That’s impossible. Do I look like a one hundred and eighteen-year-old man to you?”

“Think about it,” Katara said, gesturing. “The war is almost a century old. You don’t know about it, because somehow you were in there that whole time.”

Aang’s face fell, and sadness covered it. Katara was surprised, though she was not sure if it was because Aang had not figured it out sooner or that the cherry man seemed incapable of feeling sad somehow.

“It’s the only explanation,” she said.

Aang’s mouth fell open, sadness turning quickly to shock. He fell and collapsed, landing on his butt.

“A hundred years,” He repeated, both hands going to his head. “I can’t believe it.”

Katara moved next to him, kneeling to offer comfort. Her huge tits smushed against her thunderous thighs. “I’m sorry, Aang, maybe somehow, there’s a bright side to all this?”

“I did get to meet you,” Aang replied, smiling at the girl. Katara smiled back.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Katara said, helping Aang to his feet.

“Hang on,” Aang countered, “I want to go see something.”

Katara followed the Airbender silently. Though he had never been on such a vessel before, he was able to lead them up to the command deck with relative ease, climbing a long ladder to the top. The creaking metal, having long rested, groaned like ghosts in Katara’s ears as the Monk continued his march towards the helm. Katara felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Aang, let’s head back,” Katara called to him, “This place is creepy.

Aang did not reply, walking on towards the front of the boat. His foot crunched into a snow drift that had formed on the floor. He raised his foot to step again, feeling something tugging.

“Huh?” He looked down, finding a small wire being tugged up on his boot.

A metal creak echoed loudly through the room as a set of criss-crossing bars dropped on the doorway through which Aang and Katara had entered. Deep in the bowels of the ship, they heard ancient machinery and gears cranking and working, finally sprung after so many decades of waiting.

“What’s that you said about booby-traps?” Aang asked. The pressure valves displayed on the walls of the ship all suddenly fired off, steam leaking into the room. Katara gasped. Suddenly, a loud whistling screeched from overhead, disappearing in an upward motion.

Aang and Katara saw a flash outside and ran to the window. Both looked outside to see a signal flare of bright yellow streaking through the air.

“Shit,” Aang swore.

Aang turned his head, spotting a section of the roof of the ship that had caved in.

“Hold on tight,” He said, scooping up Katara in his hands. One hand gripped her back whilst the other squeezed her generous ass. With an airbending boosted leap, Aang and Katara flew from the room, landing on the very top of the ship. With a few more airbending-assisted landings, Katara and Aang made their way down the ship, landing on the ice cap that the ship sat upon.

“The Last Airbender,” Zuko hissed as he watched the two figures moving the distance with his looking glass. “Quite agile for his old age.”

He turned to the soldiers waiting for him on the crow’s nest of his ship. “Wake my uncle!” He demanded. “Tell him I’ve found the Avatar.”

With that, Zuko returned his good eye to the spyglass, watching the two figures sprinting across the ice.

And where are you running to? He wondered. He scanned the horizon, spotting a pathetic-looking ring of ice surrounding what appeared to be a large igloo and a chimney which was spewing steam into the air.

“As well as his hiding place.”
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