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So, after a few hours of sleep and mending wounds from their battle with Zuko (mostly Aang’s), they set out walking down a path not far from where they had camped. They walked on, blissfully unaware of the eyes in the forest, tracking their movement. They arrived at a crossroads, two paths intersecting. There was an information board in the centre. A wooden thing with various bits of information tacked to the centres. Katara arrived at it first, happy to see a sign of civilisation. Sokka opened a bag, one of the many he had taken to storing food in.

“This should give us a good idea of what’s around here,” The Water Tribe bimbo commented as she began to study the parchments.

“See if you can find a menu. I’m starving,” her older brother commented, finding his bag of treats empty. 

“I bet we’ll find something to eat here,” Aang suggested, moving past Katara to point at a large poster for a festival being held in the nearby town. “The Fire Days Festival.”

Momo lowered herself from atop the post, studying the picture that Aang pointed to. The painting of a dragon over a stage wreathed in flames, inviting all who read the poster to attend.

“Fire Nation cultural exhibits,” Aang continued, reading the fine print. “Jugglers, benders, magicians, whores … this would be a great place for me to study some real firebenders.”

Katara gave a concerned look at Aang’s own enthusiastic expression. Sokka, who had wandered to the other side of the board, however, was the first to interject.

“You might want to rethink that,” the warrior said from across the way. Katara and Aang wandered over to see what had caused Sokka’s pause. “Look at this.” 

He gestured as the duo made their way to him. 

Plastered across several other, older parchments was a fresh full-body drawing of Aang, detailing his age, skillset, possible location, and associates.

“Hey, a poster of me!” Aang exclaimed, smiling widely at the image.

“A wanted poster, this is bad,” Sokka corrected him, crossing his arms. Aang peeled the poster down with ease, admiring the detail of his own image. Though he did for a moment, he was annoyed at how big they had drawn his ears. 

“I think we better keep moving,” Katara said flatly.

“I have to learn firebending at some point,” Aang countered. “And this could be my only chance to watch some masters up close. Plus, did you see what was on that poster? It’s basically gonna be a giant orgy, there won’t be any fighting.”

A certain word in Aang’s sentence sent a small shudder through Katara’s veins. “I guess we could go check it out.” 

“What?!” Sokka exclaimed in shock. His eyes went to the dark blue breeches that now covered Katara’s shapely legs, still not used to his sister wearing pants. He could see a damp spot forming on her crotch. He moved past Aang, who was silently cheering the victory.

“You want to walk into a Fire Nation town when they’re fired up with all their … y’know fire? You’re really that desperate to get railed by a bunch of strangers? I know you didn’t get much action with Bato around, but c’mon, Katara!” 

“We’ll wear disguises,” Katara replied, “And if it looks like trouble, we’ll leave. C’mon, Sokka, we’re gonna be hitting the open ocean in a few days, don’t you want to get your rocks off in someone other than me for the last time before we leave? Traversing all that open ocean with full balls doesn’t sound like a good time.”

She moved away, heading back towards Appa. 

“Yeah … ” Sokka lamented. “Because we always leave before we get into trouble.” 

He turned, returning to their sky bison along with his sister and friend, none the wiser of the eyes upon them. 

The village was in a valley, overlooked by some jagged cliffs. They observed from on high for a bit, watching for any signs of excessive Fire Nation Army presence. As it became clear that there was nothing beyond standard security, the trio prepared to move out. Aang addressed his animal companions as Sokka and Katara retrieved their ‘disguises’.

“You guys stay out of sight here while we go to the Festival,” He ordered. 

Momo chittered, leaping from Appa’s head. She arched through the air and dove into a nearby bush. Appa shuffled over to where Momo was hidden, sinking to his belly, still quite visible behind the small bush. 

“Ready disguises!” Aang declared with a smirk, looking at Katara and Sokka. Both of the siblings had their rain ponchos on, pulling the hoods over their heads. Both looked rather unimpressed as Aang pulled the orange shawl of his gi up over his head, leaving his arms bunched up from the pull of it on his appendages. 

“It’s like you’re a whole different person,” Sokka quipped, crossing his arms. Katara snickered, covering her mouth as she chuckled at Aang’s typical goofiness.

“Let’s go,” Aang replied. 

He turned, leading his friends along, none the wiser of the eyes upon them. 

Fireworks screamed through the air, exploding high in the air. A massive papier-mache dragon, piloted by several people from the inside, streaked by the group as they entered the town. The colourful display caught them off guard, causing them all to recoil. A young woman ran by with a sparkler in hand. The noise of the city was almost deafening, 

Everywhere they looked, they saw men and women alike dressed in skimpy Fire Nation garb and masks. Every single person in the city was wearing a mask, some homemade, others more manufactured. Couples rutting in the street were everywhere. Katara spotted one woman riding a man whilst another pumped his hard cock deep into her mouth.

Oh, I am so happy we decided to go to this Bimbo thought, licking her lips. Sokka and Aang spotted another woman on the ground, both her cunt and asshole being penetrated by two massive dicks, pistoning in tandem to make sure she was always filled by at least one dick. Both men felt a stirring in their breeches. Katara’s ears picked up on the subtle thuds of flesh against fabric, all too familiar with the sound of her brother and Aang getting erections. Her core clenched, expanding her damp spot.

“This place is awesome,” She declared. “But I think we need some new disguises.”

“Where are we gonna get masks like that?” Sokka asked.

“Get your genuine Fire-Festival masks here!” A barker called from behind them, almost on queue. The trio turned to see a stand covered in various masks with a sign reading “free”. 

“That was surprisingly easy,” Sokka noted to himself whilst Katara and Aang rushed over to check them out.

The portly man gave a hearty laugh as Katara and Aang began to scrounge for gear.

“You kids forgot to get ready, huh?” He laughed. “What’s up with all the layers? This is a celebration of Fire Nation culture, culture’s in the body, shed those layers, go fuck! Fire Nation mating’s the best in the land!”

Katara and Aang retrieved three masks. The first was blue with a large smile, tufts of straw sticking out in every direction that almost made it resemble a sun. The second was a humanoid-like female face with painted cheeks and an unimpressed mouth. Lastly was red and yellow, an expressive crying face, completely with a red tear that seemed to simply be a style choice. Sokka dawned the first, Katara the second, and Aang the third. The Water Tribe bimbo studied her brother and Aang’s masks. A moment later, without a word, she switched them, giving Sokka the crying mask and Aang the sun.

Her hands then went to her waist, yanking down her new breeches, exposing her bottom half, though still more hidden than usual thanks to her poncho. She tossed the pants to Sokka, twirling in place to enjoy the familiar feeling of cool air on her legs. 

“Come on, guys, strip, it’s part of the festival!” Katara ordered. Sokka grunted in annoyance, but all the same, his breeches came off. His half-hard cock hung just low enough to let the head be visible from behind the poncho. Aang remained fully clothed as they moved further into the festival. Not much further on, Aang spotted a vendor with snacks.

“Hey, there’s some food!” Aang called.

“Finally!” Sokka exclaimed, rushing towards the stand. The vendor was an older man, balding with grey hair. Neither he nor Sokka paid any mind to the couple squatting directly next to where the line should be. The woman was riding the man - reverse cowgirl, filling the air with the rhythmic clapping of her fleshy ass against his crotch.

“What do you have?” Sokka asked. His cock, batted against his poncho, reacting to the lewd display and sounds to his right, beginning to stiffen even more and arc upwards. 

“Flaming fire flakes,” The vendor replied, completely nonplussed by the man actively getting an erection in front of him. “Best in town.”

He presented Sokka a bag, tan with red trimmings, filled with flakes that were still sizzling. 

“I’ll take ‘em!” Sokka exclaimed, pulling the bag from his hand. The Water Tribe warrior quickly began shovelling the flames in through the hole in the mask for the mouth, munching hard. A moment later, he recoiled as the heat of the treat hit him. Both Aang and Katara were sure they saw smoke explode from his ears as Sokka pulled the mask up to wave cool air into his face. 

“Oooh, hot, hot!” Sokka exclaimed.

“Flaming fire flakes, hot, what do you know?” Katara shook her head, crossing her hand over her massive bust, which her poncho was hugging tightly. 

“H-hey, hey you,” A haggard voice called. Sokka looked down to his right to find the woman looking up at him from behind her mask. She wore a red top that barely covered her average-sized bust and absolutely nothing else. Her mask was purple with yellow piercing eyes that resembled the sun. Similar to all the masks, there was a massive hole where the mouth was meant to be, letting Sokka see the woman’s pristine, spit-covered soft lips.

“S-stick it in here,” She moaned, pointing at her open mouth. Sokka’s cock twitched, thudding against the hardwood of the food vendor he was still standing in front of.

“In,” She repeated. “So thick … I gotta taste …”

Sokka turned and looked at Aang and Katara. The monk shrugged, and Katara gave a thumbs-up.

“Alright, if you insist,” Sokka replied, wrapping a hand around his dick. He levied it into the hole in the mask, plunging his thick member into the stranger’s mouth. She moaned and wretched, choking on Sokka’s massive member as he plunged further and further into her throat and stomach. He began to thrust into her face, barely bothered by the strange mask he was fucking to get inside her. A hand went to the back of her head to steady himself as Sokka thrust hard into her. Her entire body was bouncing hard on the masked man sitting beneath her, completely unbothered by his partner turning it into a threesome. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Katara commented. “Hey, Aang, wanna fuck my face through the mask?” She turned but found Aang had wandered over to a puppet show. She followed, leaving Sokka alone with the strangers. 

“Hey, look at this,” Aang said to her as she approached. 

The curtains pulled back, showing the crowd a blank white screen. A hand puppet scrolled across. It was dressed up in exquisite robes, accentuating the massive bust (which, if the proportions were accurate, would mean that the inspiration for this doll was bustier than Katara), and a massive, seemingly flaccid cock dragged on the ground from under the robes, trailing behind the puppet. Her hair was long with a crown upon the top of her head. 

“Don’t worry, loyal citizens,” A seductive voice declared. “No one can surprise the Fire Lord!” 

The puppet turned directly to the audience. From behind it, a second puppet rose, dressed as an Earth Kingdom soldier holding a massive rock. It was bottomless with a tiny dick and even smaller balls.

“Look out!” A few in the crowd jeered. 

The Fire Lord whipped around, opening her mouth. A torrent of flame erupted from it, roasting the Earth Kingdom Soldier puppet to blackened embers. All of the crowd cheered whilst Katara and Aang retreated.

Sokka grunted as he buried himself to the base inside the random woman’s mouth. Her tongue was restricted by the mask, but it still snaked around Sokka’s member inside her mouth, worshipping the girth of his length as it lathered the cock in saliva. A hand went up, massaging and caressing his ball sack, trying to coax his load out.

“Take it,” Sokka grunted, thrusting hard into her mouth again, causing the woman to wretch and splutter, spittle splattering against the back of her mask. Sokka’s nuts contracted in her hand as the Water Tribe Warrior dumped a heavy load of cum deep inside her stomach.

There is something so satisfying about cumming inside the enemy Sokka smirked behind the mask, basking in the feeling of the cum flowing in a torrent from his dick into this Fire Nation woman’s guts. 

“Aang, hold on! Where are we going?” Katara called as they passed behind Sokka over to a different show. Sokka’s head turned, watching as Aang wandered towards a stage, followed by Katara.

“I don’t know,” Aang replied confidently. “But there’s a big crowd. So it must be good.”

“Ahhh, that’s me,” Sokka said, pulling his still hard, spit-soaked cock from the stranger’s mouth.

“W-wait,” She moaned. “I need this in my pussy.”

“Sorry, hate to cum and go, but I gotta keep an eye on them,” Sokka replied, turning and sprinting after his companions. 

He sprinted off, the saliva on his cock cooling in the air. He caught up with Katara and Aang as they pushed through the half-nude crowd.

“Knowing the Fire Nation, it’s probably an execution,” Sokka noted as he caught up with the group, his hard cock pressing into his sister’s fleshy butt. She moaned at the familiar feeling, the saliva and pre-cum leaving a stain on her cheeks. 

Ahead of the trio was a large wooden stage. Standing upon it was a man with shoulder-length brown hair. His shoulders were covered in a bright red pauldron, similar but not exactly what the soldiers of the army wore. Red boots covered his feet, just as bright as the red on his shoulders. Lastly, he had the bottom half of a tabard covering his manhood, bright red as well. It hung down to his knees, but Katara quickly noted that his manhood was so long that as he swung his body around the stage, performing various firebending techniques, his heavy, thick cock swung slower than the lightweight clothing, giving her a full view of the fat shaft. 

Four large braziers were up on pedestals, which the Juggler was drawing from as the fire whipped through the air. He pulled three fireballs together, turning them into a disk. The flames dissipated, and a flock of doves emerged from the flames, flying over the crowd, who cheered (at least those not consumed with carnal pleasure cheered). 

“I gotta learn that trick!” Aang exclaimed, pulling his mask back to gawk at the sight of the birds flying overhead. 

“Thank you!” The juggler called, bowing to the crowd’s cheers. 

“For my next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience!” He called, raising his hand with a single finger extended. 

“Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me!” Aang called, his hand high in the air.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sokka hissed, moving close to Aang.

“I want to get a closer look,” Aang replied. Katara moved in on his other side, not noticing as the juggler approached.

“It’s better we don’t attract any attention to ourselves,” she whispered. 

On the stage, the juggler was staring down at the trio. He had dismissed the blue masked man immediately, desiring a female volunteer. The woman standing next to him, however. She had a large poncho on, but it could only do so much to hide her thick thighs, wide hips, and massive ass. What’s more, the poncho was contorting every which way over her massive chest. Easily the biggest breasts the juggler had ever seen. His cock stirred, pressed against the cloth of his tabard.

“How bout you, little lady?” He said, pointing at Katara. 

Katara looked up at the stage, hesitating for a moment. A gasp drew into her mouth as she saw the juggler’s swelling cock under his tabard.

“Yes!” She cheered, scrambling up onto the stage.

“Oh great … ” Sokka grunted.

“Awh, that could have been me,” Aang sulked, crossing his hands.

“I’m pretty sure we’re about to watch Katara get publicly raped,” Sokka added dryly. “I don’t think you’d want to be picked for that.”

The juggler brought over a wooden chair with some cushions on the seat and backrest. By now his cock was completely rigid, as thick as Katara’s own thigh. It looked heavy, still pointing down towards the ground, covered delicately by the tabard. Katara’s eyes were transfixed on the thing, her cunt drooling in anticipation. 

“This next trick is called Taming the Dragon!” The juggler called to the crowd, earning a cheer. He pushed Katara down onto the seat in such a way that her massive butt and soaking pussy were exposed out the back of it between the backrest and proper seat. Her thick thighs and hips caused the wood to creak and strain as the Water Tribe bimbo quickly realised she was stuck. The juggler then ducked down next to her.

“You shall be my captured Princess,” He explained, producing a sash of red silk. In a flash, he’d pulled her poncho off and undid her tunic, allowing her massive breasts to fall out, earning cheers from the crowd. Katara’s nipples were visibly stiffened, her arousal heightening as he began to tie the long red sash this way and that around her body. It wrapped around and under both her breasts, crisscrossing her stomach and even going around her neck. He even tied up her thighs to the seat, and arms as well, giving her a lewd covering of silk bondage knots.

He moved in front of her, pulling his arms up and into the air. The four braziers awoke, sending pools of fire into the air. He spun the flames through the air, dipping them low and grazing above Katara’s head. He returned behind Katara, one hand focused on the bending. His other hand went to his massive cock, pressing the swollen head against Katara’s pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Katara moaned softly as she felt her cunt spreading apart for his thick head. 

“Just a bit … more,” The juggler grunted, pushing his thick cock head further and further inside Katara. Her cunt surrendered, allowing the massive head to slide inside, followed by half of his cudgel of a cock. 

“Ohhhhh yes,” Katara moaned, shaking her hips in the chair against him, trying her best to grind against him. “More, more.”

“In time, just play along,” The juggler whispered, pressing a few more inches into Katara to satisfy the bimbo.

His attention returned to the flames above his head. He transformed it from a simple flaming streak into the visage of a dragon, sending it out over the crowd. He thrust into Katara, setting a decent pace without completely plunging his entire cock into her. Katara’s tongue fell from her mouth, falling out of the hole in her mask as she panted and moaned.

“Yup … that figures,” Sokka sighed, watching as Katara grinded into the man penetrating her in front of a crowd, proving once again the bimbo had no shame. 

The flaming dragon swung close to Katara again. The bimbo yelped, her cunt clenched around the Juggler’s cock as her body seized up in fear.

“Oh, that’s good, perfect,” The juggler grunted, holding back his orgasm.

“Don’t worry, young maiden!” He shouted, shifting back into his stage persona. “I will tame this fiery beast!” 

He formed a flame in his hand, sending it out into the sky, leashing the “dragon” with it. The flame streak picked up speed, flying more sporadically. It once again passed by Katara, so close that she felt the flames' heat on her skin. She recoiled again, her twat squeezing hard around the Juggler’s massive pole inside her, threatening to crush it.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he grunted, once again killing the orgasm rising in his nuts. 

He picked up the pace inside Katara, thrusting harder and deeper, his cock head busting into her womb. Katara’s cunt clenched as she came hard, body convulsing in its restraints.

“YES!” Katara moaned loudly for the whole crowd to hear. 

The juggler winced as his entire dick was locked inside her, squeezing so tight he couldn’t move. His nuts screamed at him for release. This time, he could not resist.

“It’s too strong, I can’t hold it,” he declared in a double entendre. Katara crooned, eyes rolling back into her head as the juggler’s cock erupted into a torrent of cum, flooding her stomach. It was warm, not the boiling heat that Zuko’s had been, but warmer than typical.

Aang, in the crowd, however, watched as the dragon arched down, flying straight at Katara.

“We gotta help her,” Aang exclaimed, moving toward the stage. 

Sokka reached across, blocking Aang. “No, we don’t wanna make a scene!”

“The rope!” The juggler exclaimed as his orgasm continued pouring ounces upon ounces of cum into Katara’s expanding guts. “It’s breaking!” 

The fire whip dissipated, sending the flame dragon careening down, straight at Katara, who was far too distracted by the carnal bliss of the cum flooding her stomach to notice. 

Aang leapt into the air, flying up onto the stage. Sokka watched in shock at his display. A hand just missed Aang’s leg, trying to keep him grounded. The Avatar landed in front of Katara and the juggler, bracing himself. His arms swung through the air, building up a gust. The mask was in the way, where his arms normally swung past. Aang paid this little mind, sending his mask to the stage floor as he knocked it out of place. Hands clasped together, blasting the flame dragon away. 

The entire thing went spinning as it dissipated in the air, filling the sky above the crowd with confetti and sparkling papers. For a moment, the entire crowd was in shock, confused as to what had happened.

“Hey,” The juggler hissed, his deflating dick still buried inside Katara’s cum-leaking cunt. “You trying to upstage me, kid?!”

Oh shit Aang thought as some bits of confetti landed in his hand That … That was just part of the act … Man, I’m an idiot.

The crowd began to boo, catching on to what had happened. Sokka scrambled onto the stage, rushing over to Katara. He shoved the juggler out of the way, beginning to undo the many, many knots tying Katara in place. Aang, meanwhile, began to work the crowd with a strange dance. 

“Hey!” Someone in the crowd shouted. “That guy’s the Avatar!”

Aang froze, as did Katara and Sokka. A moment later, guards began to push their way through the large crowd. Katara and Sokka removed their masks as well, wanting to make sure they were truly seeing what was before them.

“I think it’s time to go,” Sokka declared. 

“Follow me! I can get you out of here!” A voice called. The trio turned to see a man dressed all in black, a hooded robe covering most of his form, gesturing for them just off stage. Katara grabbed her clothes, piled up next to the chair, along with her and Sokka’s breeches. Her body was still partially wrapped in the red silks, dangling and trailing off parts of her. Her entire form bouncing and jiggling in a rather lewd display, only accentuated by her red bondage as she, her brother, and Aang scrambled off the stage.

“There they are!” One of the guards shouted. The trio scrambled past the stranger, who covered their escape with a strange explosion, creating a massive cloud of smoke. 

The trio followed the man, sprinting through the market. The sight drew the attention of all. A man in all black, The Avatar, a pantless man, and a completely nude woman carrying a pile of clothes, all running seemingly for their lives. They rushed past a group of guards, who quickly picked up on the illegality of these four’s presence.

“Over there!” Shouted the captain, getting the attention of all the guards in the area. 

Soon, two squads were on them as they escaped from the main centre of the city where the Festival was being held.

“I’m calling Appa,” Declared Aang. From his waist belt, he produced the whistle he had bought a few weeks back before the pirate ordeal. With an airbender’s lung capacity, Aang blew as hard as he could into the whistle. As usual, it produced no noise they could hear.

“I hope he can really hear that bison whistle,” Sokka lamented as they continued to sprint. 

“This way!” The stranger leading them ordered, pointing down a narrow alley. They followed, dashing towards the opening a few buildings away. The stranger stopped as the exit was quickly covered by more guards.

“Okay, not this way,” He said, gesturing for the group to turn back. He pulled the cloth over his mouth and produced another strange orb like the one from the stage. There was a tuft of paper on the edge of it, which he placed in his teeth and pulled out. A spark formed where the paper had been. The stranger reeled back, tossing the strange ball at the guards. It hit the ground and exploded in a puff of smoke, obscuring the guards from view. 

There was another, narrower alley inside the narrow alley, which the four raced down under the cover of the smoke. However, they only got so far as they found it was cut off by a large cart, loaded with fireworks. They turned around, preparing to double back again, only to find their path blocked by guards, levying their spears at the group.

A familiar groan filled the air. The trio looked up to see Appa banking through the sky overhead. 

“Appa, down here!” Aang shouted up to his Sky Bison. The gap between buildings was just wide enough for the Sky Bison, who landed with a heavy slam upon the cobblestone. The guards turned, running from the massive, strange beast. The Sky Bison spun around, slamming his massive flat tail on the ground. The guards were tossed into the air, sailing across the ground, out of the alley and landing in a crumbled pile against the side of a wall several dozen feet away. 

By the time more guards got to the scene, Appa had taken off with the four fugitives abroad. The Stranger tossed one final ball over the side of Appa’s saddle, sending it down into the cart of Fireworks. A moment later, the ball erupted, igniting the cart and sending hundreds of the colourful explosives up into the air, filling the sky with colour. 

Appa’s tail caught on some lanterns, pulling them loose. Aang banked over a large wicker display of the Fire Nation symbol, shaking the lights loose and unintentionally setting it on fire. Cheers filled the city streets as many of the residents were unaware that all that had just occurred had been entirely accidental. 

The trio watched as the village disappeared behind them, another close call.

“Nice touch setting off the fireworks,” Aang commented to the stranger, sitting away from them on the saddle.

“You seem to really know your explosives,” Sokka added.

“I’m familiar,” The Stranger replied. He pulled back his hood, turning to face the group. A shaggy head of dark brown hair, complemented by sideburns and stubble around his chin. Sokka studied the man for a moment, a creeping feeling of familiarity. 

“You’re a Fire Nation soldier!” He exclaimed in realisation

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“Was,” the stranger corrected him. “My name’s Chey.”

Chey instructed them to fly east, telling them he knew somewhere safe to go. The trio was a bit reluctant, but ultimately complied. However, it was far too dark for Chey to be able to see where they needed to go from the air. As such, they landed, with Sokka deciding it would be better to camp for the night and depart in the morning. After getting the fire going (and redressed), the trio sat down to ask Chey why a Fire Nation soldier had saved them.

“I serve a man,” Chey declared confidently. “More than a man, really - he’s a myth. But he’s real. A living legend, Jeong Jeong the Deserter. He was a Fire Nation General. Or wait … was he an Admiral …” Chey scratched at the back of his head, his voice trailing off in confusion. 

“He was very highly ranked, we get it,” Sokka noted dismissively.  

“Yeah!” Chey pointed at Sokka so suddenly that the Water Tribe warrior dropped the stick he was stoking the fire with. “Way up there! But he couldn’t take the madness anymore. He’s the first person ever to leave the army and live. I’m the second, but you don’t get to be a legend for that. It’s okay, though.” 

Chey paused for a moment, just a single second of reflection on his lack of status. He perked up, putting his hands out as his voice picked up again. “Jeong Jeong’s a firebending genius. Some say he’s mad, but he’s not, he’s enlightened.”

“You mean there’s a Firebender out here who’s not with the Firelord?” Aang asked 

enthusiastically. He rose to his feet, a wide grin upon his face. “We gotta go see him! He can train me!”

“We’re not gonna go find some crazy firebender,” Sokka replied with a shake of his head.

“He’s not crazy,” Chey protested, also rising to his feet. “He’s a genius!” He turned his attention to Aang, “And he’s the perfect person to train the Avatar. That’s why I followed you into the Festival.”

Sokka rose to his feet, crossing his arms. “Look, thanks for the help, but we’re leaving for the North Pole in the morning.”

“Sokka, this could be my only chance to meet a firebending master who would actually be willing to teach me,” Aang pleaded. This brought Katara to her feet.

“It can’t hurt just to talk to him,” She added. 

“That’s what you said about going to the Festival!” Sokka replied, his patience running thin. “Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?!”

He grunted, turning to head back to Appa. His path was cut off as several figures dropped from the trees. They were completely nude, painted in greens and blacks, camouflaging their skin into the jungle. Male and female alike, their various sexual bits swaying and swinging loose in the cold of the night. Somewhere more hung and stacked than others. Each was armed with a spear, and their heads were topped with grass and weed conicals. The group put their hands up, realising they were surrounded and outmanned.

“Don’t move,” ordered one of the spearmen. 

The nude Montagnards rounded up the trio and Chey without much protest. In the dead of night, they were marched away from their campfire, extinguished by their kidnappers. Chey was separated from the group and marched ahead of everyone else. Katara, Sokka and Aang found themselves flanked by three men and two women. All of them were nude save their conicals and grass pauldrons. Katara couldn’t help but stare without shame at two of them - their thick, flaccid cocks swaying back and forth like a hypnotic pendulum as she walked. Their heavy balls were too full to move at all. Sokka and Aang, meanwhile, tried to fight their erections from the massive ass of the female walking in front of them, completely nude, letting them enjoy and ogle at each of the massive, seemingly endless cheeks. Behind them, Momo and Appa followed, neither beast giving much protest.

“Jeong Jeong told you not to look for the Avatar,” hissed the seeming leader of the group. He was an older man with brown hair going a bit grey, but still in good shape. Like his soldiers, the man was entirely nude, letting his average-sized dick bounce as he walked on.

“Hold on,” Sokka protested, his trance-like state broken. “You know these guys?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Chey replied in a rather matter-of-fact tone. “Line Ye’s an old buddy. Right, Lin Ye?”

“Shut up, keep moving,” Lin Ye ordered, pressing his spear into Chey’s back. 

It was another hour of marching under the moonlight before the group reached their destination. Below them, at the base of a hill that resided at the edge of the forest, was a bog filled with huts made of grass. Simplistic one-room buildings with no grace design. Glorified mounds of dirt and grass lay below them with beaten-down paths in the wetlands. Aang scanned the area, spotting a single anachronism. A taller hut, built of wood and even a bit of metal. Whilst all the grass huts were designed to blend into the countryside, this one was on a small patch of land that was sticking out of the large river they were near. 

“Go on,” Lin Ye grunted, shoving Chey on the back. “He sees you only.”

“That’s okay,” Chey laughed nervously. “We can chat later.”

“Is that where Jeong Jeong lives?” Aang asked. “I need to talk to him right away.”

Lin Ye spun around, levying his spear into Aang’s chest, the tip pressing against his skin, digging through his tunic. “No, you wait there.” The chieftain turned his attention to Chey, still standing by, observing the conversation.

“Go, now!” He barked, shoving his spear handle into Chey’s back, pushing the man down the hill.

“Don’t worry,” Chey stated, almost seeming to talk to himself. Both of the Fire Nation soldiers’ hands went up into the air, as if surrendering. “Everything will be fine. He’s a great man! A great man!” 

Chey walked off, approaching the hut, both arms still raised. Lin Ye and his people gestured for Aang, Katara, and Sokka to follow them to a different location. A nearby shack, of grass and wood like the others.

“You stay here,” Lin Ye ordered. “Until the Great Jeong Jeong decides what to do with you.” 

Katara, Sokka and Aang pushed past the curtain flap to find an empty hut. The shuffling sound of feet as their escorts left them alone.

“Well, great,” Sokka grunted. “We could be leaving for the North Pole in the morning, but now we’re being held hostage by some remote tribe that worships a firebender.”

He sank to his knees, his head looking up to the ceiling of the hut. “We’re gonna die here, and no one will ever know.”

“Oh, Sokka, don’t be so dramatic,” Katara rolled her eyes. “Worst comes to worse we just sneak out with Appa. We’ve battled plenty of firebenders between here and the South Pole, and from the sounds of it, this guy Jeong Jeong seems like a good guy.”

“According to who? The chieftain who probably thinks bending is literal magic or the ex-Fire Nation soldier who seems to be metaphorically and, I suspect, literally sucking this guy’s dick every second he can?” Sokka countered, gesturing towards the tent flap. “We’re in enemy territory right now; they might sell us back down the river.” 

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out,” Aang commented, sitting down on the dirt floor of the hut. 

“How long do you think that’ll take?” Katara asked.

“Don’t know,” Aang shrugged.

“Well, then, let’s pass the time the right way. If we’re gonna be stuck here,” her tone was seductive, a pregnant pause as her hands traced across the sash that held her tight tunic against her curvaceous body. The gesture was a familiar one that got both Sokka and Aang’s full and complete attention. Both men had been half-hard from the gorgeously busty and thicc tribe women who had brought them to this place. Katara watched their swelling dicks begin to beat against their breeches. “I’d rather pass the time with a fat cock in me.”

She undid her tunic, letting it fall open, giving her massive tits room to breathe, feeling the cold air of the night. “Oh, so much better. Now to let the rest of me breathe.” Her hands went to the breeches she had taken to wearing again. She had to be delicate with them; the stitching around the crotch and butt area had been a rushed fix job after Zuko had ripped them apart. Katara stepped from her breeches, exposing her body to her brother and the Avatar entirely. The tunic draped from her shoulders, coiling into a pile unceremoniously on the floor. Both Sokka and Aang sprang to their feet, hard cocks dripping pre-cum against their breeches. 

Katara put her arms out towards Sokka and Aang, “C’mere,” She ordered. They obeyed, drawing in close. Katara’s attention first went to Aang, their lips locking in a tight embrace. A moan escaped the Water Tribe bimbo’s mouth into the monk’s own. Their tongues wrestled against one another, poking against cheeks and slathering against teeth. One of Aang’s hands came up, cupping her massive breast in his tender hand. The other went to her massive ass, squeezing her thick cheek. 

Sokka’s mouth lowered itself to Katara’s other breast, sealing his lips around her nipple. He bit into her skin lightly, knowing that his sister liked a bit of pain. His first hand then went to her twat, grazing her soaking, weeping lips, teasing his thick fingers against her opening. His other hand joined Aang’s on Katara’s rear, spanking her ass hard with echoing thuds. Katara moaned loudly and without shame as the two men began to ravage her body. Both of her hands went to their own crotches, stroking their familiar cocks from on top of their clothing. 

Fuck, they’re so hard Katara moaned Even Sokka after blowing his load in that bitch!

She broke her kiss with Aang, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes, lost in one another for just a brief moment. A sharp spank to her ass from Sokka broke the moment Katara yelped, shattering their eye contact and saliva strand as she turned to her brother. Before she could get a word in, the Water Tribe warrior shoved his own tongue into Katara’s mouth, and the bimbo forgot herself. Her hand on Sokka’s crotch came up, stroking her brother’s cheek. 

Her other hand expertly snaked up Aang’s high-waisted breeches without looking, diving through the layers of fabric and back down to his crotch, gripping his hard cock without the layers of material between them. Aang shuddered from the sudden contact. Katara’s soft hand wrapped around the Avatar’s rock-hard cock, the best it could, stroking his long shaft with her soft hands. Aang began to remove his clothes whilst Katara stroked him. 

Sokka, at this point, was also removing his clothes, though without disconnecting his mouth from Katara’s. Both men were shirtless, then completely nude. Katara seemed to sense this, breaking her kiss with Sokka. The bimbo cast a glance between both men before sinking to her knees, both cocks at level with her face. Sokka and Aang turned side on to Katara, layering their cocks on top of one another. 

They were roughly the same length, allowing them to cover the same distance between each other, their cock heads just shy of touching one another. Katara licked her lips, staring down the cock sandwich in front of her, mouth and cunt watering in anticipation. Both hands came up, gripping her cocks. Her massive tits were resting on her knees as she squatted in front of the two, her massive ass brushing against the ground. 

“Okay, I want to try something,” Katara declared, stroking both men. “On that rig we rescued Haru from. I got face fucked by an earthbender with a massive chode. It snapped the strap on my mother’s necklace. And I want to see if I can do that again.”

Sokka and Aang exchanged a glance, initially unsure of what she was referring to. It became clear as Katara’s warm mouth opened wide and the Water Tribe bimbo shifted both of the thick cocks in her hand, guiding them down her throat. She leaned forward, a “Ahhh~” escaping her lips, steam from her breath brushing across the hard cocks. Her mouth was stuffed full as both Sokka and Aang entered her mouth. Both men shuddered slightly as the familiar velvety feeling of Katara’s expert blowjob skills took their cocks. Sokka thrust forward first, sinking more of his dick into Katara’s throat than Aang and creating an asymmetrical angle in the Bimbo's throat.

“Oh shit,” Sokka grunted. “That feels great.” 

“Y-yeah, her mouth is so fucking good,” Aang moaned. 

Sokka reached out, grabbing the back of Katara’s head. The Water Tribe bimbo gave a low whimper at this, looking at her brother.

“Hey, Aang, help me out,” He said with a wolfish grin, looking at the Avatar.

“Huh?” Aang asked.

“Well, she wants us to snap her choker. I think we need to really get ourselves down her throat,” Sokka said.

Aang smiled, catching what Sokka meant. Katara gave another concerned whimper as the Avatar’s hand and Sokka’s hand landed on the back of the bimbo’s head. Aang thrust forward, joining Sokka’s cock at a near equal depth. Her throat was now completely stuffed, cutting off Katara’s air. Sokka and Aang’s grip on Katara’s head tightened. The Waterbender’s own fingers went down her cunt, playing with her clit in anticipation of what was coming.

Oh, this is going to feel sooo good~! She thought, looking up at her brother and Aang, waiting for them to start. Her mouth and throat were stuffed to the brim with two of the thickest cocks she knew, her jaw already starting to ache from how open it had to be to let them in. Without warning, both men tightened their grip on Katara’s head, locking it in place as they surged forward in tandem.

Katara let out a screaming moan, plunging several fingers into her cunt to match the feeling of the two massive, thick cocks plunging down her throat. The strain of the penetration made itself apparent as she felt the sting of the necklace cutting into her throat. She moaned against their dicks, vibrating the two massive meat poles deep in her throat. The spit-soaked dicks withdrew from her throat for a moment, spittle and pre-cum dripping from Katara’s mouth down onto her massive tits. Then both men thrust forward again, harder than before, nearly to their bases. Once again, Katara’s throat expanded, compensating for the sudden massive intrusions. 

Both Aang and Sokka grunted, trying their best to contain the building orgasms that were rising in their balls.

Katara’s throat, it feels amazing Aang thought, wincing I could cum right now

Damn, Katara’s way better than Rahni, even better than that Suki girl! Sokka thought I’ve barely started, and I already wanna flood her stomach 

Two cocks in one hole Katara thought, eyes rolling into the back of her head Why did I never try this before? I need them both in my pussy after this. Maybe I can convince Aang to even double up on my ass, fuck, I need to feeeeel them stretching my ass out! I’m literally about to cum from them destroying my throat! 

Sokka and Aang picked up the pace, maintaining their brutality as they continued to slam-fuck their cocks down Katara’s fully blocked windpipe. Every impact was accompanied by a high-pitched squeal from Katara, every thrust saw  pre-cum and spittle drool and fly from Katara’s mouth, soaking her own skin. This was all accompanied by the wet sounds of Katara’s fingers plunging deep into her own cunt, bringing the bimbo close to her own orgasm. 

Sokka’s hand gripped hard onto Katara’s braid, getting better leverage as he pulled on the hair, stinging her scalp and adding to the bimbo’s pleasure. Katara’s head was now being forced back and forth in tandem with the Monk and Warrior’s thrusts forward. She extended her lips out, desperately trying to kiss their pubic bones as their fat cocks continued to stretch out her throat. The sting of the tight necklace around her throat heightened Katara’s pleasure as spots began to form in her vision, brain starved of oxygen.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Aang grunted, his face twisting in pleasure. Katara’s wretches and moans were not nearly as muffled as usual. Where she typically sealed her lips entirely around whatever was in her mouth, the addition of the second dick left her unable to properly seal to the surface, allowing every noise she made to be broadcast to her partners unabated. It was a symphony of pleasure for both men, only further enticing them to fuck her face harder. 

Each thrust hard down Katara’s throat, squeezing their way into every last available centimetre of space. Aang’s cock bucked in the orifice; the monk winced, his nuts contracting.

Well, if one is popped, I’m getting a full meal Katara thought. Her free hand, not currently carving out her own cunt, flicked upwards.

“SHIT!” Sokka swore, yanking hard on Katara’s braid as the Waterbender forced his orgasm to begin. Both cocks down her throat engorged even more, struggling for the room to let their urethras expand enough to deal with the pressure of the cum shooting down their pipes. 

SNAP!Katara felt the stress on her neck release. Something solid bounced off her soft, spit-soaked tits, clattering to the ground with an unimpressive thudon the dirt.

The feeling of her choker snapping sent Katara sailing over the edge of her own finish. As her stomach began to fill with the mixing brew of two men’s gallons of cum at once, her own cunt convulsed, releasing a gushing torrent of squirt, turning the dirt beneath her feet to mud as it sprayed a high-pressure release, splattering against her own legs and feet. The sound of Katara’s own violent release only heightened Sokka and Aang’s own. Without her necklace in the way, both men found they had just enough room to properly release their loads, dumping gallons upon gallons of testicle pitch into Katara’s waiting stomach. Her flat mocha skin began to expand, a massive gut pressing against her thick thighs as the bulging guts looked for space to expand into. Katara was locked in place, body paralysed by pleasure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, lost in the sea of pleasure. 

After a minute, their releases died down, and both men relaxed their grip upon Katara’s head, removing their spit-soaked, still hard cocks. Both gripped their members, holding them with an air of reverence over the crouching girl. Katara fell forward, retching hard. A waterfall of cum came spilling from her lips, the bimbo clutching her chest from the contraction as she regurgitated at least half a gallon of the soup mix of Aang and Sokka’s combined release. She coughed a few times, several strands of spittle and pre-cum dripping from her lips. She took a moment, gulping down air. Sokka and Aang said nothing, only watching her recover. Her hand fished through the small pool of cum that had just escaped her lips, tracing across the ground until she found her target. Her mother’s necklace, completely drenched in the mix of releases.

“That was … everything  I wanted,” Katara panted, heaving heavy swallows of air. Her massive chest rising and lowering with each breath. A small belch died in her throat, a hand covering her mouth to try to seem modest. 

“Well, you want more?” Sokka chuckled, stroking himself from base to tip. 

“Oh yes,” Katara replied, running a hand through her hair, slick with sweat.

The first scene had been contained. The guards had ushered the citizens away from the danger and had begun to take stock of all the damage. By some miracle, none of the civilians were wounded. The guards who had taken hits during the chase were at a local infirmary, being looked after by some nurses who had also been attendees of the festival. The Captain of the guard was now standing in the main square of the colony village. Before him stood Admiral Zhao. The old man sneered as he heard the end of the report.

“So,” the Admiral began. “The Avatar was here, and you let him slip away?” He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

The Captain swallowed as Zhao cut through the full report, boiling all of the words down to a single essence. 

“Yes, Sir,” He bowed his head in shame. “But other than that, the festival went off without a hitch!” He raised his hands, trying to put some positive spin on the report. The tower, which Appa had lit before leaving, creaked behind him, tumbling over in a burning free fall. It slammed hard into the ground behind him, an updraft of hot air and embers washing over him and the two men he was with. They jumped at the impact, turning to see what made the noise. He turned back, finding Admiral Zhao still quite unimpressed.

“No fights, theft was way down,” The Captain continued. Zhao stepped towards him. 

“I don’t care about your local crime rates!” Zhao barked. “Which way did they go?”

“They headed into the forest,” The Captain replied, pointing northeast. “Up the river, I suspect.”

“Ready the Riverboats,” Zhao commanded his own guards, “We’re going after the Avatar.” 

It was before sunrise. A long night coming to a sombre end. Chey emerged from the hut that he had been summoned to hours prior. He crossed the small wooden bridge which connected the patch of dirt to the riverbank. He looked up into the cold night. He heard noise coming from one of the mounds. A cacophony of noise.

“Harder! Harder! Fuck Meeeeee!” The feminine voice called. It resembled that of the Water Tribe woman he had rescued. Katara was her name? 

Chey moved up the steep slope towards the source of the noise. One of the mounds was just upwind of where Jeong Jeong was staying. He paused outside, finding her screaming was now joined by rhythmic clapping, flesh of flesh and a symphony of moans.

“Oh fuck, keep pounding my fucking holes, make me your personal sex sleeve for both your cocks! Oh, you’re stretching my ass sooo good! I’m gonna cum from getting ass fucked by my fat cocked brother! Flood my fucking womb with your fucking airbender cum!” She was shouting so loud her words were clear from across the camp. 

Chey was unbothered by the noise. He opened the tent flap entering inside. He spotted a strange pool of white and clear white with some half-dried mud on the ground near the entrance. A few piles of clothing, which the Lemur-Bat was currently messing around with. Across from him was the trio.

Sokka lay on his back, pistoning in and out with a bruising pace of Katara’s stretched asshole. The Water Tribe bimbo’s backdoor was gripping onto her brother’s thick cock like a vice. It was glistening with sex, coated from base to tip as he took long, hard thrusts up into her soft ass. Katara was laying down a top of Sokka. Her massive ass cheeks were rippling and clapping with every single impact into her backside. Sokka was determined to bottom out inside his sister, despite the near-impossible gap between where her asshole was and where her gorgeous, plump ass cheeks ended. Katara’s supple backside grinded down hard into Sokka’s lap, trying to coax a load out of him. Her arms, with both fully extended, pressed into the dirt, bracketing Sokka’s cut chest. Her torso was a sea of motion, two large breasts and a cum-stuffed stomach sloshing and bouncing in a hectic tandem, colliding with one another and increasing in destructive force. The Waterbender’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, her brown braid falling to her brother’s chest. 

The thick thighs and legs of her form were thrown over the shoulders of the Avatar, whose own thick cock was penetrating her soaking wet cunt with a fairer hand than the one currently destroying her ass. That, of course, as a subjective read of the situation, as the monk’s own pace and force were what most would consider “rough”.

“Fuck, Katara, you’re such a fucking slut,” Sokka grunted. His hands came up, grabbing his sister's breasts roughly, kneading and massaging them in his hands. “Such soft tits.”

“I AM A FUCKING SLUT!” Katara shrieked. “I’M A COCK HUNGRY NYMPHO SLUT!” 

Aang grunted as his cock slammed to its base inside Katara’s pussy, wincing to keep his orgasm held back as the soft, warm feeling of her cunt on his cock sent him hurtling towards the edge.

“So fucking tight,” the monk grunted. “I wanna fill your womb so badly.”

“DO IT!” The bimbo shrieked. “STUFF MY WOMB, THAT’S WHAT IT’S FOR! IT’S NOTHING TO ME BUT A PLACE TO HOLD CUM! MY BODY DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT UNLESS I’M STUFFED FULL OF CUM!! CUM INSIDE ME!” 

“You heard her, Aang, we want to make sure Katara is comfortable,” Sokka grunted with a wolfish grin. 

“Y-yeah,” Aang agreed, already feeling his next finish rising. “Always good to be comfortable!” 

“CUM INSIDE ME!” Katara shrieked, her entire body beginning to shake as her own climax erupted across her nervous system. “CUM INSIDE ME! CUM INSIDE ME!” 

Sokka thrust upwards hard. A small echo from the impact of his pelvis into her massive ass filled the room. His nuts contracted in his sack, sending every last drop of ball batter he had inside his body shooting up his cock and burying deep inside Katara, mixing with his own load from earlier, as well as Aang’s. Her stomach swelled yet again, only further enticing Aang.

“Take it!” The monk moaned as he slammed himself all the way inside Katara. A moment later, the bimbo’s womb was stuffed completely with cum, painting every possible inch inside her the creamy white of Aang’s cum.

“YES! I LOVE CUM! I LIVE FOR CUM!” Katara’s entire body quivered, slick with sweat from the vigorous workout she had been getting all night. Her voice was high-pitched and desperate. A tongue leapt from her mouth in a silent scream. Her arms gave out, dropping her curvaceous and thick form into Sokka with a hard thud. Aang’s cock was left behind, lurching through the air and spraying wildly all over Katara as wad after wad of cum splattered over the Bimbo’s thick form. Tits, face, and stomach were completely coated in a primer of white. Sokka was shielded by his sister, being spared the awkward climax of having any cum land on his own form. 

Katara was mumbling incoherently as the action finally died down, her cunt still leaking from aftershock from its brutal assault. Aang’s own dick finally hung flaccid between his legs, dripping cum, pre and squirt. He finally realised they weren’t alone, turning to see Chey silently observing. The man had a sombre look on his face.

“What happened?” Aang asked, turning his complete attention to Chey. “Can I see Jeong Jeong now?”

Chey shook his head. “He won’t see you,” The fanatic admitted, looking away. “He’s very angry that I brought you here. He wants you to leave immediately.”

“Finally,” Sokka cheered, pushing his cum-stuffed and cum-soaked slut of a sister to the side and rising to his feet. “Let’s hit the road.”

Aang ignored Sokka’s input, focusing all his attention on Chey. “Why won’t he see me?”

“He says you’re not ready,” Chey replied. “Says you haven’t mastered waterbending and earthbending yet.”

“Wait,” Aang’s face was one of confusion. “How does he know that?”

“He saw the way you walked into camp,” Chey answered. “He can tell.”

Determination replaced confusion as Aang clenched his fists. He moved across the space, over to his clothes. “I’m going in anyway.” 

Chey offered no protest as Aang redressed himself. 

“Aang, it’s best we just move on, no need to upset the crazy firebender with nothing to lose,” Sokka protested.

“He’s not crazy!” Chey barked at the insult.

“It’ll just be a quick chat, Sokka,” Aang replied, doing up his gi. Before the warrior could offer another word, Aang exited the mound into the cold night air. He turned, moving down the hill and across the bridge to the hut that Jeong Jeong resided in. An early morning fog had set in around him, making the place that much more foreboding.

Aang took a sharp breath, preparing himself for whatever was inside. With a confident look, he pushed through the flap of cloth that functioned as the door. Inside, Aang found another simple hut. Not a single item on the floor save for nearly twenty candles arranged in a crescent moon shape. They were of varying lengths and thicknesses. All of them lit. Several more dotted their way up a small, dead tree which had grown on the island and had been covered by the hut. On the opposite wall was a form draped in roughspun brown robes, a shock of grey-white hair, his back to the door. 

“Get. Out.” A harsh voice said sternly, but not a shout. Aang was frozen by this. It wasn’t a threat, and yet fear ran down his spine. Still, the monk knew much more mattered in this moment than his fear. A hesitant foot went out, stuttering in the air, the fear rising. Aang quashed it, placing his booted leg down and approaching.

“Master,” He addressed the man. “I need to learn firebending.” 

The monk stopped a good foot from the candles, awaiting his response.

“Only a fool seeks his own destruction,” the deserter replied. 

“I am the Avatar,” Aang countered, sitting down behind the man. “It’s my destiny to-”

“Destiny!” The deserter barked, cutting off Aang. “What would a boy know of Destiny?! If a fish lives its whole life in this river, does it know the river’s Destiny? No!” 

The dester turned for a moment, and Aang could see two scars across the man’s golden eyes on his right side. A goatee and two thin but long strands of a moustache made up his facial hair. “Only that it runs on and on out of his control. He may follow where it flows, but he cannot see the end. He cannot imagine the ocean.” 

“Okay,” Aang said hesitantly, swallowing his anxiety as best he could. “But it’s the Avatar’s duty to master all the bending disciplines.”

“To master the bending disciplines, you must first master discipline itself,” the deserter replied gruffly. His head turned, just a bit, almost to look at Aang. “But you have no interest in this, so I have no interest in you. Now, get out.”

Anger contorted on the monk’s face, but he quickly calmed himself. 

That won’t help Aang reminded himself It never does

“Please,” He pleaded. “I have to learn. This could be my only chance.”

The deserter turned hard, anger upon his own face, rage building as he lifted his fist. “Are you deaf?!” He shouted. “How can I teach you if you refuse to listen?!”

The rage disappeared, replaced with a strange contemplation. The deserter looked away from Aang, towards the candles, “Before learning firebending, you must learn water and earth.” He looked up, a reflective tone to his voice, his face less contemplative and more of anguish. “Water is cool and soothing. Earth is steady and stable. But fire … ”

He lowered his hand to a candle, taking control of the flame, “Fire is alive.” The flame began to blow around as if compelled by a strong breeze. “It breathes, it grows.” His hands clenched into a fist, the rage building again. “Without the bender, a rock will not throw itself!” He brought the fist up to eye level. “But fire will spread and destroy everything in its path if one does not have the will to control it!” He gestured widely, leering at the monk. Aang was holding back a wave of panic as the deserter continued to berate.

“That is its Destiny! You are not ready! You are too weak!”

The candles erupted like volcanoes before extinguishing. 

“You think I am weak?” A single candle sprang to life. In the endless darkness, Jeong Jeong found himself seated before 

“Avatar Roku,” He stuttered. The tree to his right, in full bloom, was now the only ornament around. Panic hit Jeong Jeong, gesturing quickly in fear. “No! No!” He refuted the accusation, bowing his head. “I did not mean that.”

“I have mastered the elements a thousand times in a thousand lifetimes,” Roku growled. “Now, I must do it once again. You will teach the Avatar firebending.” 

The Old Master raised his hand, calling the tree to flames. Every leaf was alight with flame in an instant. Jeong Jeong stared in amazement. 

“Yes, yes,” He nodded, closing his eyes in reverence.

“I will teach you,” He said somberly.

“Really?!” Aang’s cheery voice cut through the moment. Jeong Jeong opened his eyes, back again in his hut. “That’s great!” 

The deserter moaned as the Avatar flashed a rather goofy smile.

A few hours later, just after sunrise, Aang's training began. Katara busied herself with her own training, taking it slowly as her asshole, pussy, and throat were feeling both tender and overtaxed. Her stomach was still a bit swollen from the gallons upon gallons of cum that her brother and the Avatar had unloaded into her, but she took it in stride, working to control the sloshing and shifting weight in her guts as her body worked overtime to digest it all and clear her system. Sokka took to fishing, wishing to get more provisions before they departed.

Just how long is this gonna take? We’re barely a day from the North Pole once we get our trajectory right Sokka reflected We could be here for weeks!

He glanced over at Aang, standing upon a rock just big enough for him alone, that sat across from Jeong Jeong’s river hut.

“Widen your stance,” the firebending master ordered Aang, currently in a ready stance across from him. With a bored expression, Aang shuffled his feet out as he had been instructed.

“Wider,” Jeong Jeong ordered. Aang obliged with a smaller shuffle. “Bend your knees. Now, concentrate.”

Aang took a serious face, not quite sure what the master wanted. It seemed to satisfy, however, as the deserter nodded, moving to walk away. “Good, good.”

“Wait,” Aang called as Jeong Jeong began to leave him. “What do I do now?”

“Silence!” Jeong Jeong barked, crossing the small bridge and turning back to Aang. “Talking is not concentrating. Look at your slutty friend. Is she talking? No! She does not even let the gallons of intrusive semen in her stomach distract her!” He referred to Katara in a rather indifferent tone, Aang almost not catching the compliment or insult as he gestured towards the bimbo. He gestured past her towards Sokka. “Even that oaf knows to concentrate on what he’s doing!” 

“Hey!” Sokka had heard the comment.

Aang looked away from Sokka back to Jeong Jeong, now more confused. “But what am I concentrating on?”

Jeong Jeong gestured upwards as the sunlight peaked over the tree line. “Feel the heat of the sun. It is the greatest source of fire. Yet it is in complete balance with nature.”

Jeong Jeong turned away from Aang, reflecting on his own words. 

“So when do I get to make some fire?” Aang asked, turning to Jeong Jeong with a smile.

“Concentrate!” Jeong Jeong barked angrily, moving off. Aang sighed in annoyance. A giggle hit his ear, bringing his attention around to Sokka and Katara. Both of them stifled their laughter as he looked at them. He did feel a bit embarrassed. 

Sokka packed up his fishing gear, finding the river simply not biting. Katara had completed her own morning routine, freeing her up for the day. She and Sokka left Aang, not wishing to distract.

“I am a bit concerned about how long we’re gonna stay here for,” Sokka vocalised as they went back to the hut they were staying in.

“Aang needs to learn firebending, Sokka,” Katara countered. “If this is the best way to do it, we’ll just have to make time for it. Besides, with all the meat around this place, I don’t think you could have many complaints.”

“Meat?” Sokka raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I just spent two hours fishing, and I got nothing. I guess there might be a game in the forest-”

“I meant the people,” Katara replied, biting her lip. “Did you see them last night? I don’t want to leave ‘till I’ve had every cock in all my holes twice.”

Sokka scoffed. “I should have figured that, honestly, you seemed to get way less action than I expected at that festival.”

“Yeah, well, we did have to make a quick exit.” 

They reached the mounds, finding several of the tribesmen and women going about their day. Katara began to examine every single body in sight with great detail. Finally, she settled on a younger-looking member of the tribe. He was crouched in one of the gardens, examining some of their produce. His cock, a long, slender and flaccid thing, was coiled up on the dirt between his legs, almost seemingly forgotten.

What a crime Katara thought A cock that long being left in the dirt! Soft and forgotten! Those balls are probably so stuffed full of cum, too! It’s really a horror that guys have to walk around with full balls; it must be so distracting. Well, good thing my womb exists! The perfect place for the stuff!”

She sauntered over to the man, leaning against the rudimentary fence that surrounded the garden. Her bust strained against the already tight tunic, the thin thing having been battling against Katara’s bloated stomach this morning. She heard some stitches tear as her massive bust pressed against it as she came to rest on the fence post.

“Hi, stranger,” she called to the man. “I’m Katara. Who are you?”

The man looked up at her from beneath his conical hat. He had a young face with a sharp jaw. Piercing green eyes and thick black eyebrows. A messy mop top of hair of a similar colour under his hat. “I’m Mir,” He introduced himself, drinking in the almost impossible to comprehend visage of Katara’s body. Her thick thighs and a round belly, along with her massive tits and gorgeous face. 

“You travel with the Avatar, don’t you?” He asked, rising to his feet. 

Katara let out an involuntary moan, watching as his cock rose from the ground a few moments after he began to stand. 

It’s so fucking long! She bit her lip.

“Y-yeah, Chey brought us in last night. Hope we didn’t keep you up,” she said.

“Why would you have kept me up?” Mir raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m just … a bit of a screamer,” Katara replied in a seductive tone, her eyes quickly darting to his cock, looking for a response. 

“Oh … that,” Mir replied, scratching the back of his head, trying to laugh it off. “It was nothing, most of the women here are . ..”

His cock twitched, the long thing swaying back and forth slowly between his legs. Katara’s brain fried for a moment, drool running from her lower lip. She righted herself, remembering what she was going for.

“You speakin’ from experience? I can only imagine a lot of girl want to see if that thing can fuck their throat from behind,” She licked her lips.

Mir turned scarlet at her brazen words. “Oh, I … I mean, I’ve had a few partners but since Lord Jeong Joeng came to-”

“Dude,” Katara chuckled playfully. “Do you want to fuck my ass or not?”

Mir nodded very quickly. 

Sokka had watched the entire exchange from nearby, his arms crossed.

She never changes He shook his head, moving to walk back to their hut. He was stopped almost instantly, finding himself cornered by two incredibly thick and short females of the tribe. One was one of the older women from the night before, who had escorted him to the camp. Sokka was now able to see the rest of her. A sharp face with a sneer on it, long straight brown hair like a waterfall down her back. She was shorter than him by several inches. As was her companion, who Sokka was now gathering, bore a strong resemblance to the older woman. The second was closer to Sokka’s age, though still had the sneer. He was also able to better appreciate their bodies. On top of being short and curvy with thick thighs and massive asses to rival Katara’s in size, they were each balanced out by busts of incredible size. Though, of course, Sokka had to compare the size to his sister, and while Katara was handily more busty, that did not detract from the two women before him. 

“Uhhh … can I help you?” He asked.

“You,” the younger one said sharply, authority drenching her tone. She levelled a finger up to Sokka’s face. The warrior nearly jumped at the quick hand. 

“Y-yeah,” he managed to sputter out.

“We heard you last night,” the older woman said. She turned, pointing to Katara. More specifically, Katara’s cum-stuffed stomach. “You did that?”

Sokka blinked. “Uhh … yeah.”

“You two are related, aren’t you?” The younger one asked.

“Yes,” Sokka nodded.

“Good,” the older one said, licking her lips. “Come with us.”

Sokka blinked at the duo, more confused than anything. “Who are you?”

“I am Molo,” the older one said, bringing her hand to her massive chest. “This is my daughter, Karo.”

Sokka nodded. “I like where this is going.”

“Good,” Karo smirked. “Ever since Lord Jeong Joeng blessed our tribe, many of the men are no longer willing to indulge our … interests. Or any interests. Only the young ones like Mir want to have any more fun.”

Sokka looked to where Katara had been, finding the busty bimbo had disappeared. He turned his attention to the hut they were sharing, watching as she and Mir disappeared inside.

“Speaking of those two,” Sokka sighed. “I don’t know where we’re supposed to have fun now.”

“We can go to our hut; we don’t live with anyone else,” Molo replied. She took Sokka by the arm, her daughter taking the other.

“Follow us,” Karo said. 

The flap of Katara, Sokka, and Aang’s hut hadn’t even fully fallen shut before Katara had wrapped her arms around Mir, embracing the man with a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue took to his mouth quickly, exploring every surface of it. Her arms wrapped around his bare back, brushing against the strange grass pauldron all of his people wore. His hands clung to his waist, caressing her hips with his fingers. Katara’s pelvis shunted forward, grinding through her clothing against his stiffening cock. She pulled back without breaking their kiss, a hand going down to his waist to further encourage his erection.

It’s so long, I think it might go all the way through me She thought, moaning into his mouth. Her soft hand stroked his inflated cock, moaning as she felt it arch upwards as it engorged. Her arm was reaching quite far back, and she still couldn’t find his tip.

He’s way longer than Aang and Sokka, even if he isn’t as thick, that’s okay The Water Tribe slut thought. I gotta see it

Their kiss finally broke, a trail of saliva between their mouths. Katara’s head turned, snapping the trail. She gasped in shock at the sight before her. Mir’s dick was easily over three feet long and curving upwards. The incline was gradual, but his size meant that the curve was significant by the time it got to the end of his long, thin cock. His engorged, spongy head was noticeably thicker than the thin phallus and pointed almost straight up.

“I wanna feel this thing clawing its way through my guts,” Katara declared, her eyes completely transfixed on the appendage, drool leaking from her mouth. His cock twitched in her hand, quite enjoying the bimbo’s words.

“Mmmh, I’m not the only one excited,” Katara said, licking her lips. “Please, can I suck it?”

Mir nodded, drawing haggard breaths. Katara sank to her knees, staring up in awe at the bent dick between her. She pressed the curved shaft against her face, drawing a sharp breath through her nostrils to intoxicate her brain in the musky stench of his dick.

Ohhhh fuck, I’m so wet Katara’s mind was swimming in pure bliss. Her still-stuffed stomach suddenly felt empty. I haven’t had this many types of cum in my stomach since we freed Haru. My stomach’s a cum cocktail! 

Her mouth opened, tongue lapping at its turgid, slightly sweaty shaft that lay just before her. The taste sent a current of arousal flying through her system. A damp spot was forming in her tight breeches. Katara’s eyes fluttered shut, savouring the salty taste on her tongue. The cock twitched, bucking against her face. A warm liquid slammed onto Katara’s forehead with a splatter, running down past her nose and eyes, getting caught in her brows. 

Katara opened her eyes, staring up just in time to catch a second thick drop in her left eye. She closed it quickly, trying not to recoil as her eye stung from the impact.

“Pre-cum already,” She commented. “And so much, when’s the last time you came?” 

“Over a week,” Mir admitted.

Katara drew in a horrified breath. “What? Why! You’re all nude all the time, and with this gorgeous bitch breaker!” 

“Master Jeong Jeong,” Mir began. “He, he is a wise man, a great man! He is more than a man!”

Oh boy … this shit again Katara grunted to herself.

“The men of our tribe, we’re trying to find his enlightenment. Many of them believe that means celibacy. Before he arrived, we would take a woman nightly. We offered him his pick of every woman in the village. But he refused, he spent his nights with that follower of his, and we realised that to be like Master Jeong Jeong, we must sacrifice carnal pleasure,” Mir explained.

Oh … wow, these people are oppressed Katara thought They don’t realise? They genuinely think he’s fucking celibate … They really don’t know him and Chey are fucking?

“Mir, I don’t think Master Jeong Jeong refused your women to teach you a lesson,” Katara said. Her hand went up, cupping his heavy-looking, sagging sack. Mir winced at the touch, his cock once again twitching and releasing a dribble of pre-cum, this one splattering down on the top of Katara’s head. She hefted his balls, finding a terrible amount of resistance to her press.

“They’re so heavy!” Katara exclaimed. “The cum inside is probably solid if you’ve been holding back all week!”

“I try to resist like the other men, but the bodies of our women are so enticing,” Mir grunted, wincing in pleasure and pain as Katara continued to fondle his nut sack. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I showed up,” Katara smirked. “You might want to be like Jeong Jeong, but you didn’t hesitate when I asked you to fuck my ass. Luckily for you, I happen to be an expert on such matters.”

“Expert?” Mir raised his eyebrow in confusion.

She smirked at him. Her hands went to her tunic, undoing the tight strap and freeing her cum-stuffed stomach and massive tits. They bounced free, swaying and lurching hypnotically. Katara winced slightly as she felt the remains of Sokka and Aang’s loads sloshing in her stomach, but ignored the sensation. 

“Mmhm, you’re not just with some busty little slut. I am a cum dump,” Katara stated with a broad smile. “My entire body has been trained and sculpted to drain and store all the cum from any set of balls I cum across. So, just relax, don’t worry about what Master Jeong Jeong teaches.”

Every word was a sultry, haughty declaration as Katara’s tongue slowly peeled up the underside of Mir’s cock. Her hand left his nuts, gripping his shaft.

I can actually fit my hand all the way around she realised This thing is so thin!

She lowered the appendage as best she could, the curve ducking low before presenting the head back to her face, just above her lips. Katara opened her mouth, sealing her lips around the thin member. Mir bucked in her mouth, shuddering at the almost alien touch of a woman’s mouth. The Water Tribe bimbo’s cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, moving herself forward, down the shaft. The tribesmen winced as the bend of his cock was countered. He quickly found himself at the beginning of Katara’s throat, the spongy head dragging itself across the roof of her mouth, scraping over her uvula. Katara craned her neck, straightening out her form to not completely bend Mir’s long cock back in the other direction as it slithered down her throat. Her tongue jutted from her lips, slathering the upcoming inches in spittle. Katara found herself bowing lower and lower, trying to trace her body up Mir’s cock rather than forcing it to a shape that fit her form. Her massive, still-covered ass cheeks were soon higher in the air than her head as she bowed to the dick in her mouth. 

“Oh, fuck, it’s so wet,” Mir moaned. “F-fuck, your mouth is … ahhhhh. Oh, Master Jeong Jeong, forgive me.”

Katara ignored the mention of Aang’s firebending master. Her eyes opened, looking up towards Mir. His head was tossed back in ecstasy as his cock spasmed inside her. His cock twitched inside her, causing her entire thicc body to buck. A moment later, the feeling of something trickling inside her panicked Katara.

Did he finish already? No, that was too subdued. This is still Pre. He’s pissing pre-cum into my throat Katara realised. One of her hands went back, pressing into her soaked pussy through her breeches. She moaned loudly, vibrating the thin cock in her throat. She was approaching two feet of dick inside, normally where Aang and Sokka would bottom out, but there was still well over a foot left for her to swallow.

Katara felt the cock head in her stomach, plunging into the ball soup that she was still digesting. She sucked hard on Mir’s cock, hollowing her cheeks again as her tongue worshipped his curved cock. Her entire body began to rock back and forth, using her entire form to jerk off the cock currently impaled down to her stomach. Her fat tits, dangling less than an inch from the ground, clapped together with fleshy rhythmic thuds. Every thrust forward, Katara took more of the cock into her mouth. Soon enough, the Water Tribe bimbo had broken her own personal record for deep throat, pushing well past two feet as Mir’s cock plunged to the far side of her stomach and beyond. 

I’m gonna kiss his pubic bone Katara thought with a gritted determination I can’t call myself a cum dump if I don’t! 

She felt a wretch shudder through her body, trying to reject the intrusion. She choked it down. Tears began to form in her eyes, along with spots, lungs screaming for oxygen. Still, she continued, lurching forward hard, swallowing a few more inches.

“Oh, I’m so close, I thi- I think I’m gonna cum!” Mir exclaimed.

Not yet! Not until I have every inch of this curved bitch breaker in my mouth! Katara thought, pushing herself forward harder. Less than a foot remained between her and Mir’s thin stomach. Her eyes were focused on her goal, even as her brain began to swim in an oxygen-starved sea of bliss. Her fingers left her cunt, putting all effort into swallowing more. She pushed forward again, grunting against his cock as it escaped deep into her body. 

I think his cock head might actually come out of my asshole before I kiss that bone she thought Fuck, he might actually spear me on this hook of a cock!

She thrust forward again, feeling the cock head pressing through her guts like Sokka’s often did when he fucked her in the ass. Her hands came up from the ground, clutching his thighs tightly.

“Ohhh,” Mir shuddered at the touch. “I-I’m gonna cum!” 

Katara pulled him forward with all the strength she had in her arms. Mir stumbled forward, his pelvis slamming haphazardly (and a little roughly) into Katara’s own face. The Water Tribe slut let out a low moan, satisfied with her work. Her tongue slithered from her lips, lapping at his heavy balls. She moaned again, able to feel the thick cum in his sack. His nuts contracted against her tongue. Mir cooed, hands dancing through the air as his entire cock lurched inside Katara’s body. She felt the cum rushing through his cock in her mouth, like water inside a tube. 

Oh, he’s so deep inside me I won’t even taste it she realised sadly.

Indeed, she didn’t. A moment later, Katara’s lower abdomen began to expand and inflate. Gallons of backed-up half-solid cum began to erupt into her guts. One hand left Mir’s legs, clutching her expanding body.

So much cum! Fuck, it's so chunky, I can feel the solid parts she realised That’s so hot 

Katara’s vision began to blur, the early stages of an oxygen-starved blackout. Mir’s orgasm seemed to die finally, the last of his backed-up cum petering out of his cock. Katara pressed on his thigh, shoving the man away. The curved cock scraped its way back up through Katara’s form, dragging against the edge of her seemingly endless oral cavity. With a spray of spit and pre-cum it escaped Katara’s lips. 

The Water Tribe bimbo gulped down as much air as she could, coughing and spluttering as she collapsed to the ground.

“A-are you alright?” Mir asked, concern in his voice.

“I’m good, that felt amazing!” Katara exclaimed. “Just … so much cock to swallow.”

“S-sorry,” Mir chuckled weakly.

“No, do not apologise, I loved it,” Katara replied, licking her lips. “Now, I do believe I have an ass that is supposed to get fucked by that cock. Ready for round two?” 

Mir nodded, smiling at her.

He’s a bit dull, but if he’s got any more of that nut inside him, I can look past that Katara smirked. 

Whilst Katara and Sokka began working their way through the remote tribe, Aang continued to concentrate. It was just before noon when Jeong Jeong finally came to retrieve the Avatar, silently gesturing for him to follow. Aang did so, finding that the deserter was taking him into the nearby jungle. The two began to climb a plateau that jutted from the landscape, still without a word. The incline became steeper and steeper, forcing Aang to climb with his hands, using his airbending to propel him upwards. Jeong Jeong continued, with wide strides and his hands firmly behind his back. 

“Are we coming up here so I don’t burn anything with my fire blasts?” Aang asked as they approached the top.

The sounds of shrieks and moans hit Aang’s ear, bringing his attention back to the village below him. He was certain he could hear Katara, as usual, unashamedly screaming the most profane and degrading declaration about herself as she worshipped whoever’s dick was currently inside whichever hole they had chosen. 

“No fire yet,” Jeong Jeong replied angrily.

“What?!” Aang exclaimed, turning his attention back to Jeong Jeong. The deserter had reached the summit, leaving Aang behind. With a quick blast, Aang propelled himself all the way to the summit, landing just behind his master. He walked up next to Jeong Jeong, surveying the land beneath them.

“Power in firebending comes from the breath. That is why you must master proper breath control,” Jeong Jeong explained curtly. 

“You brought me up here to breathe?” Aang asked in surprise.

“Assume your stance!” Jeong Jeong ordered, turning away from Aang. The Avatar did so, though a face of annoyance was what he wore.

“Wider,” Jeong Jeong ordered.

“You’re not even loo-”

“Wider!” 

Aang did as he was ordered, taken aback by the harshness in Jeong Jeong’s voice. 

“Now, inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth,” The master ordered. Aang opened his mouth, but was quickly silenced as he added. “Without talking.”

Aang began to take deep breaths, as instructed. 

“Good,” Jeong Jeong commented after a moment, turning and heading towards the incline they had just summited. “Keep going.”

He retreated, leaving Aang alone to inhale deeply. The sound of Katara’s moans wandered into his ears again.

At least someone is having a good time Aang thought, feeling his cock beginning to stir in his breeches. 

Sokka was led back to the tent of the mother and daughter duo. He was rock solid in his breeches by the time they were alone. None of them wasted time in stripping (though Sokka had much more to take off than they did). Molo and Karo were on their knees on either side of Sokka’s massive pole, admiring the mocha-coloured cock as it penetrated the air, jutting like a bowsprit. 

Mother and daughter were fucking him with their eyes, mouths watering in anticipation. 

“It’s so fucking thick,” Karo moaned. “And the musk, oh, it’s nothing like the others. I’m soaked just from looking at it!”

“No wonder your sister is such a screamer,” Molo said, licking her lips. “I would be too if this thing was coring me out every night.”

“Well, most nights,” Sokka chuckled, drinking in the praise for his dick. “But y’know, Aang doesn’t like anal, and Katara’s a total butt slut.”

“Oooh, another who appreciates anal,” Karo praised. “Ever since Master Jeong Jeong made the men of our tribe celibate mom and I have struggled so hard to even have a dick in our pussies, let alone our asses and mouths!” 

“I hope you’ve got plenty in there,” Molo added, reaching out to cup Sokka’s balls. “Oh, they feel so full.”

“So this Jeong Jeong guy,” Sokka turned the conversation, curious about what they said. “Why did he make your men celibate?”

“Truthfully, they did it to themselves,” Molo admitted. Karo, meanwhile, had waited long enough. Her hands wrapped around Sokka’s shaft, holding it in place as she leaned forward, embracing it with her mouth as she began to make out with the side of the member. 

“My daughter and I, along with every other woman, offered ourselves to Master Jeong Jeong as his concubine when he came to us, but he refused us all,” Molo explained. “The only companion he has at night ever is Chey, his truest disciple. So the men took this as a sign that our bodies were a distraction. There are still the young amongst us, like Mir, who sometimes cannot resist, but even then, they will not satisfy what we need.”

Karo pulled her mouth from Sokka’s cock, a line of drool connecting her to it. “They won’t fuck my mom. Or me and anyone. The younger ones want one partner and only pussy, and sometimes refuse to finish inside! Master Jeong Jeong is great, he has brought a great enlightenment to our people, but I just wish he’d remind the men that we are still carnal creatures!”

Wow … Sokka thought for a moment For as sexy, and I guess open, as they are, they don’t get that Jeong Jeong and Chey are gay? … Ehh, whatever

“Well, lucky for you two ladies that I’m here, so how about we stop talking about Master Jeong Jeong and focus on Master Sokka,” he said, putting his thumb into his chest.

“Yes, Master Sokka,” both women said, bowing low to the ground.

Oh… Sokka’s cock twitched at the unintentional scene he had created, realising he had enjoyed that far more than he had expected to. Both women looked up to him. For a moment, there was nothing but tension as Sokka glanced back and forth between them.

“We await your command, Master Sokka,” Karo said.

“Right,” Sokka squeaked out, swallowing hard. “Okay …” He reached out, grabbing his own dick. His other hand went to his chin, trying to decide what to do with the duo.

“Make out with each other,” he ordered finally.

Without hesitation, Molo and Karo rose to their knees, leaning over to one another. Sokka’s jaw opened in a subdued shock as he watched this mother and daughter duo begin to make love to each other’s mouths, tongues snaking beneath their cheeks as they kissed passionately. Their moans were a symphony to Sokka’s ears. The two women’s fat tits beat against each other, hard nipples swirling around one another. After a minute, they broke their kiss, a line of saliva connecting them. Both looked at Sokka, awaiting their next command. 

“Molo, you first, I want to fuck that neglected ass of yours,” Sokka ordered.

“Yes, Master Sokka,” Molo moaned. She lay down on the floor, spreading her legs wide and pulling her thick thighs upwards to give Sokka complete access to both of her lower holes.

“What do you want me to do, Master Sokka?” Karo asked. 

Sokka sank to his knees, levying his cock in his hand.

“Lube up my cock more so I can fuck your mother in the ass,” he replied.

“Yes, Master Sokka,” Karo nodded, diving down. Her tongue leapt from her mouth onto Sokka’s member, slathering it in a thick layer of saliva. She moaned against the hard member, stroking it with her tongue tip.

“Hurry up, honey,” Molo moaned. “My ass is begging for this thing inside me.”

“I’m going as fast as I can,” Karo replied frantically. “There’s just so much cock!” 

Karo spat on Sokka's cock, using one hand to rub it into the skin whilst her lips sealed around another part of it, soaking his skin with her spit. 

“That’s good,” Sokka said, pushing on Karo to retreat. He gripped his now spit-soaked cock, guiding up to Molo’s back door, pressing against her tight asshole.

“Yes!” Molo squirmed in anticipation. Karo bit her lip, watching as her mother submitted entirely to the warrior’s cock. Sokka thrust forward, penetrating Molo’s asshole as the first few inches of his fat cock sank inside her.

“Oh, it’s been too long since I’ve felt a cock in my ass!” Molo exclaimed. “It feels so right!”

“Oh, you look amazing with a cock in your ass,” Karo moaned. “So beautiful.”

Sokka’s cock bucked and twitched as he continued to sink further and further inside the mother. His hands came down upon Molo’s thick thighs, using them as support as he continued to thrust inside her. Molo moaned loudly as inch after inch sank deep inside her. Karo’s fingers quickly went to her own cunt, pleasuring herself as she watched the Water Tribe man fuck her mother in the ass. 

Sokka bottomed out inside her soon enough, his pelvis meeting her fat ass cheeks. “Now, for the real fun,” Sokka commented. He pulled back, removing several inches from her ass. With a hard thrust, he slammed himself back inside. Sokka pushed his weight onto Molo, bending her legs up high, doubling back over her body. 

“AAAAHHHH~!” Molo shrieked as her feet came to rest above her head. 

“Perfect,” Sokka smirked to himself. He withdrew and slammed himself hard into Molo again, earning another moan. 

“Oh yes!” Molo moaned. “Fuck my ass!” 

Sokka continued at his brutal, bruising pace, slam fucking his cock into her ass, making sure he was hilted to the base in her. He made the mother savour every inch of his cock before withdrawing and thrusting back into her hard. A bulge quickly formed in Molo’s stomach, sinking away when Sokka pulled out, only to rise again as his cock bottomed out inside her again. 

Molo moaned in a sporadic tandem, her mind turning to mush as the almost unfamiliar pleasure of a fat cock plunging into her guts rushed through her veins. Karo’s eyes were completely transfixed on the sight before her, fingers scraping as deep inside her as she could get as she watched the fat cock thrusting into her mother’s tight asshole.

“I need it, I need it, I need it~” the daughter panted, wincing as her own small orgasm rolled over her body. “A fat fucking cock, it looks so good!”

“It feels amazing,” Molo moaned to her daughter. “Fuck me as hard as you can, Master Sokka.”

“Already,uhmph, doing that,” Sokka grunted, gritting his teeth as he continued to brutalise Molo’s back door. “You’re so fucking tight!” 

“Ahh, I won’t be after this,” Molo moaned. “Oh, it’s so deep in my guts! I want to feel your cock erupt inside me! Cum inside me!”

“No!” Karo moaned. “I want the first load, please, Master Sokka, fuck my ass like you fuck my mother!” 

“Please, just a little bit more,” Molo moaned. “I know my daughter needs it as much as I do, but I just want to feel it a little longer! I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to feel a cock in my ass!” 

Sokka grunted hard, silently wishing there were two of him. His fingers sank deeper into Molo’s fleshy thighs, lost in the pleasure of her ass. His nuts were already screaming at him to finish. 

I can absolutely bust a few loads on and in them both, Sokka reasoned Fuck, still…I gotta find a way to do them both at the same time

He looked at Karo, watching the women closer to his age pleasure herself. He turned back to Molo, watching as the older woman’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her tongue reaching for the air as her eyes drifted off in two directions. 

Perfect Sokka thought.

“Karo, sit on your mother’s face. Molo, eat out your daughter’s pussy,” Sokka suddenly ordered. Both women paused for a moment, staring at Sokka. 

“Do as I say,” he said sternly.

“Yes, Master Sokka,” they said in unison. Karo leapt to her feet, moving over to her mother’s head. 

“We haven’t done this in a while,” Karo commented, stepping over her mother’s head. Her soaked lips dripped down onto Molo’s face.

“I’ve missed the taste of that cunt as much as I’ve missed the feeling of cock in my ass,” Molo moaned. “Let your mother eat your pussy, Karo.”

Karo squatted down, placing her lips upon Molo’s mouth. Her mother’s tongue darted out, exploring the familiar innards of her daughter’s pussy. Karo blushed and squirmed against her mother’s mouth.

“Oh, so skilled,” she moaned. Her thick thighs slammed together, grinding her cunt into her mother’s mouth. Sokka looked at Karo, who was already lost in pleasure. One hand left Molo’s leg, grabbing Karo by the neck.

The daughter shuddered as Sokka pulled her forward, embracing her with a deep kiss. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths, saliva mixing in their cheeks. His hand left her neck, travelled down to her breasts, groping and massaging the massive mammary, pulling and twisting on her nipple. Karo moaned against Sokka’s mouth. 

Sokka’s pace inside Molo’s ass calmed to a slower, more sensual push. Molo didn’t care, far too invested in her daughter’s pussy, tongue pushing as far inside as she could.

“Ohhh,” Karo moaned, breaking the kiss with Sokka. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on your mother,” Sokka ordered. 

“Ohh, here it cums, mother!” Karo’s thighs slapped together with a heavy THUD. Her entire body convulsed. Molo moaned and spluttered as a torrent of gushing squirt soaked her face. Her hands came up, grabbing onto her daughter’s thick thighs, holding the girl in place as her orgasm continued to spray all over her face.

“Oh, your tongue is deep inside meeee!” Karo shrieked as her orgasm rolled over her body. “FUCK!” 

Sokka looked down at Molo, unable to see her head, blocked by her daughter’s body. 

“Molo, lick your daughter’s clit if you want me to cum inside you now,” Sokka said. 

A moment later, Karo yelped. “She licked it!” 

Sokka thrust hard into Molo, bottoming himself out inside her. With a grunt, his nuts contracted. Molo moaned against Karo’s cunt as Sokka’s cock unloaded into her ass. Karo stared in amazement as her mother’s stomach began to swell with cum. 

“So much,” Karo moaned, reaching down to caress her mother’s swelling stomach.

“Way more where that came from,” Sokka said. He pulled back, removing his cock from Molo’s ass.

“Karo, clean this up,” He pointed to his dick, now soaked in cum and pre.

“Yes, Master Sokka!” Karo cheered, leaping from her mother’s mouth. Molo gasped, gulping down air, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm she had been rocked by when Sokka began inflating her guts. 

Karo dove upon Sokka with an open mouth. In a flash, Sokka’s entire member was down Karo’s throat, her tongue lapping at his ball sack. She swallowed and gulped heavily, bobbing her head up and down the member and not leaving a single droplet of cum upon its surface.

Oh shit, that’s a lot back to back! Sokka grunted.

“I’m gonna cum!” He exclaimed. He grabbed Karo’s head, holding her in place as his nuts contracted again. Karo moaned loudly as she felt the cum rushing up his cock in her mouth. 

Sokka’s cock head exploded with a torrent of cum in Karo’s stomach, inflating her own guts to a near equal size of her mother’s almost instantly. A moment later, Sokka released his grip upon Karo, letting the girl remove his still hard cock from her mouth. It was completely void of any cum or pre, only her spit. 

His still hard cock twitched in the air, drying against the midday air. 

“Still hard,” Molo moaned, crawling forward. “Please, Master Sokka, my cunt is weeping from neglect!”

“Mine too!” Karo coughed. “And my ass! I want you to fuck my ass how you fucked my mother’s!”

“Only if you rape my throat like how you raped my daughter’s!”

Sokka panted, “Don’t worry, ladies, Master Sokka is a generous man.”

“I CAN FEEL YOUR FUCKING COCK SCRAPPING AGAINST MY FUCKING GUTS!” Katara screamed, not caring who could hear her. Mir’s hands were gripping hard into her hips, sinking into her fleshy body. His curved cock was buried nearly to the base inside her asshole. Katara was riding him, reverse cowgirl. Her fat ass was clapping rhythmically as it slammed down on his cock, rippling and bouncing with hypnotic mocha waves. This was matched by the sound of her fat tits clapping together as she thrust herself up and down his cock. All the while crescendoed by the sloshing of cum in Katara’s inflated stomach, bouncing up and down with her. Katara’s hands were on her head, tongue hanging from her mouth, eyes rolling off in two different directions. Her hands danced through the air, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure. 

She and Mir had been fucking quite literally all morning, and now into the afternoon.

Maybe this’ll teach those stupid men that mating is the best part of life Katara thought.

“OH FUCK!” She shrieked as an intense orgasm rocked her body. Her pussy convulsed, spraying a torrent of squirt clear across the hut, splattering against the grass wall on the far end. “YOU’RE MAKING ME FUCKING GUSH! I’M CUMMING!” 

Mir could only pant and moan as he held onto Katara’s rear end for any sort of control, less a partner and more a glorified dildo. 

“OH YES SLAM THAT FUCING BITCH BREAKER IN MY FUCKING ASS! CUM INSIDE IT ME UNTIL IT LEAKS OUT MY NOSE!” Katara screamed, slamming her ass hard into Mir. The tribesmen had begun to sink into the dirt of the ground, like a hammer driving a nail in as Katara continued to slam fuck her ass against his pelvis. The Water Tribe bimbo’s body was slick with sweat as she continued to ride Mir as if her life depended on it. 

“CUM IN MY ASS! SWELL MY STOMACH AGAIN!” Katara shouted. 

“I’m getting close,” Mir winced. “Keep going!”

“I WANT TO FEEL YOUR CUM ERUPTING INSIDE ME! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK AGAINST MY RIBS, AND IT’S MAKING ME CU-AAHHH!” Katara shrieked, her entire body convulsing as she was quickly overtaken by yet another orgasm. Her form collapsed, sliding down to the very hilt of Mir’s cock.

“I’m cumming!” Mir exclaimed. Katara moaned loudly as he erupted inside her, swelling her already overstuffed guts. Katara felt something rushing up her throat, clenching her mouth shut. A hand covered her lips as she felt something slamming up into her throat. 

With a retch, she felt a compression in her chest. Cum spewed from between her fingers as it escaped her lips. More leaked from her nose, trickling down to her hand. Her entire body was doing a complete reset as the blast of cum knocked her for a loop. Her arms went slack by her side, letting the cum leak from her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. Her body bent backwards, following the natural curve of Mir’s dick. The curved cock began to soften inside Katara, the only thing holding her upright. The thin member retreated through her stomach and back down her guts.

The front-heavy Katara fell forward, her cum-stuffed stomach and fat soft tits taking the brunt of the impact as she collapsed into the dirt. The impact caused her asshole to erupt with a spray of cum, quickly soaking the ground between her thick legs.

“Are you okay?” Mir asked, scrambling to his feet. His cock was a flaccid thing, hanging between his legs, barely longer than his fingers.

“Y-yeah,” Katara moaned. “Just … that was a hard hit.” 

The sound of someone entering the hut broke Jeong Jeong’s concentration. He was sitting in front of a small tea kettle, practising his control and precision by heating the drink to the correct temperature. He didn’t even need to turn to see who it was. He knew by the footsteps.

“What are you doing here?” He barked, looking up from the teapot. “I did not tell you to stop!”

“I’ve been breathing for hours,” Aang protested.

“You want to stop breathing?” Jeong Jeong snarled, raising the piping hot cup to his lips.

“I want you to stop wasting my time!” Aang exclaimed, raising his hands high into the air. “I already know how to squat and breathe and feel the sun! I want to know how to shoot fire out of my fingertips!” 

Jeong Jeong sighed, placing his cup on the ground, “I had a pupil once who had no interest in learning discipline.” His voice was sombre, looking away from Aang. “He was only concerned with the power of fire. How he could use it to destroy his opponents and wipe out obstacles in his path! But fire is a horrible burden to bear. Its nature is to consume, and without control, it destroys everything around it.”

Jeong Jeong picked up his tea cup, pouring more into the cup, filling it nearly to the brim. “Learn restraint or risk destroying yourself and everything you love.”

Aang bowed his head, turning and leaving the tent.

It had been a long day. Sokka was coated in sweat from head to toe. As was Karo, and her mother. Karo was bent over, her ass pointed into the air. Her tits were being used as a pillow for her own head. Her fingers were digging into the dirt of the floor as every thrust made her whole body shake and bounce. Sokka’s hands gripped hard into her hips as his cock plunged into her deep, fleshy pussy. His still somewhat full balls swung back and forth, slapping into her clit every time he bottomed out inside her, only further enticing the daughter.

“Ahhhh, soooo good,” She moaned. “I can feel your cock head in my womb!” 

Molo was watching this all unfold, standing nearby as she had been ordered. Cum was leaking from her asshole still, running down her inner thighs and beginning to pool on the ground. 

“Oh, it’s so deep inside me!” She moaned. 

“I’m so jealous,” Molo moaned. “Watching you fuck my daughter is just making me miss your cock more, Master Sokka!” 

Sokka raised a hand, spanking hard into Karo’s ass. The daughter moaned loudly, her cunt contracting around Sokka’s dick as she shrieked her way through an orgasm. Her ass was a rippling sea of waves, both cheeks red from the spanking he had been giving her throughout. 

“You’re next,” Sokka grunted. “After I stuff Karo’s womb!”

“Yes, please, I want to drown my eggs in your sperm!” Karo moaned. “Turn my womb into a canteen for your cum!”

“I need it,” Molo moaned. “I need your cock, Master Sokka.”

“After I dump a load into your daughter,” Sokka replied. “Don’t you want to watch your daughter swell with my seed?” 

“Of course,” Molo moaned. “But my body is crying out for that cock.”

She sank to her knees. “Please, let me just suck on your nuts whilst you fuck my daughter!” 

“I’m cumming again!” Karo shrieked, digging her fingers into the dirt. “Don’t pull out until you cum, Master Sokka!”

Y’know, I think this might be my favourite stop yet Sokka reflected, grinning to himself. He spanked Karo again as her cunt spewed onto the floor, turning the dirt beneath them to mud. 

Karo was a panting mess, barely even registering as Sokka continued to plunge into her guts.

“Molo, you want me to cum inside your daughter?” Sokka asked.

Molo nodded, drool running from her mouth at the question. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” 

“Okay, mom’s orders, Karo!” Sokka grunted, slamming himself into the base of the daughter. 

“Ohhhhh there’s so much cummmmmm,” Karo moaned as she felt her womb swell with sperm. “Soooo much cum!” 

“There’s plenty more where that came from. Molo, I want you just like your daughter, spread your legs,” Sokka commanded.

“Yes, Master Sokka,” Molo nodded. In an instant, the mother and daughter were next to each other, heads on the ground, legs spread. Sokka pulled his cock from Karo’s cunt. It twitched in the air, spraying the last of its release. It splattered down across Karo’s back and into her long brown hair. 

Mother and daughter stared at each other, haggard breath on their mouths.

“I am so happy Chey brought this one,” Karo said.

“Me too,” Molo nodded. “He is so thick! And an endless amount of sperm!”

Molo’s eyes went wide, a gasp from her mouth. Molo and Karo maintained eye contact as the mother let out a silent scream.

“He’s putting his cock in my pussy,” She moaned. “I can feel it pushing through meee!”

“It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?” Karo asked her mother. “My pussy already feels so empty without it!”

“He’s pushing into my wommmbbbb,” Molo moaned. She yelped as Sokka delivered a sharp spank to her ass.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Sokka said. “I can fuck you exactly how I fucked Karo, if you want.”

“Yes, please, I want you to flood my womb as you flood hers!” Molo moaned, shaking her ass against Sokka’s crotch. He delivered another hard spank to her ass, earning another yelp.

“Karo, you can get up, watch me violate your mother the way I did you,” Sokka said as his hands gripped Molo's fleshy hips.

“Yes, Master Sokka,” Karo said. The daughter rose, finding her legs like jelly.

“Whooo,” She breathed, suddenly feeling lightheaded. She turned to enjoy the scene as Sokka’s cum ran down her inner thighs. 

Sokka’s pace with Molo was as merciless as before, fucking the mother into the floor. Every thrust was accompanied by a high-pitched squealing moan from the mother. Her tongue hung from her mouth, resting on her massive breasts that she was using as a set of cushions between her and the ground. Her ass shook and clapped in a hypnotic way as Sokka’s pelvis slammed into her fat cheeks, occasionally broken by a hard spank.

“Harder, harder!” Molo moaned. “Master Sokka, I want you to stuff my womb the way you stuffed my daughter’s!” 

Sokka gritted his teeth, slam fucking her pussy as she requested.

“YES!” She shrieked, fingers digging into the dirt, just as Karo’s had. “Oh, it’s so thick! I can feel you stretching me out!” 

Sokka gripped hard into Molo’s hides, trying to fight off the building orgasm in his balls. It had been nonstop all day, and he was finally reaching his limit. 

“I’m gonna flood your fucking womb!” Sokka grunted.

“Do it, please, please, please!” Molo shrieked. “Drown my womb!”

Sokka slammed himself into her cunt, every inch inside her. His nuts contract, cleaning out every last drop of cum inside him. It quickly began to fill Molo, her already swollen stomach inflating just a bit more as Sokka’s orgasm erupted into her.

“So. Much. Cum,” Molo moaned, her cunt contracting around Sokka’s cock, her own climax spraying all over his legs.

Just before sunset, Jeong Jeong emerged from his hut. Before him was Aang, sitting upon the stone he had been concentrating on earlier. The Deserter raised a curious eyebrow at the sight. A cool winter breeze rolled through the air, sending some dead leaves from a nearby tree into the river.

“I thought about what you said,” Aang said without looking up at Jeong Jeong, his eyes closed in concentration. Hands clasped together to help him focus. “I promise I’ll be more patient.”

Jeong Jeong nodded, impressed by the man.

It is unorthodox, but I fear time is running out Jeong Jeong reflected The comet is this year. Perhaps that is what Avatar Roku was referring to

“We are going to work with fire now,” He said simply. 

Aang leapt into the air, a wide smile upon his face. He flipped through the air, kicking out. “Oh yeah!” He cheered. 

Jeong Jeong folded his hands behind his back, unimpressed with the Monk’s outburst. Aang sensed this, returning to his neutral posture and tone.

“I mean, let us begin,” He said, bowing slightly to Jeong Jeong.

The deserter simply stared at Aang for a moment. His hand came out from behind his back, catching a leaf that fluttered past his head. Thumb and index finger holding it perfectly in the centre. Smoke began to flow into the air from where Jeong Jeong held the leaf. He moved over to Aang.

“Concentrate on the fire,” He instructed. He handed the leaf to Aang. The monk took it with both hands, holding the tip and stem. A small hole had burned through the middle, then a curdling hole burned towards the edges. “I want you to keep this flame from reaching the edges of the leaf for as long as you can.”

Aang grunted, feeling a bit short-changed by Jeong Jeong’s previous declaration. 

“Master! There is trouble!” A voice called. Jeong Jeong turned to find one of his followers rushing over to him. 

“What’s going on?” Aang asked, looking at the nude warrior, covered in paint.

“Concentrate on your leaf!” Jeong Jeong ordered, rushing off with the tribesmen.

“This is the worst firebending instruction ever,” Aang groaned, suddenly alone. 

He turned his head, spotting Katara approaching. The Water Tribe bimbo was limping slightly, with her stomach more swollen than it had been earlier in the day.

“All he does is leave me alone for hours to concentrate and breathe!” He exclaimed to her, gesturing wildly, the leaf still burning in his hand.

“I’m sure there’s a good reason,” She shrugged. “His followers seem to really think he’s enlightened in some regard.”

“But I’m ready to do so much more!” Aang groaned. An idea hit him, a sudden inspiration. He assumed his stance, holding the leaf in both hands. He took a sharp breath, filling his lungs, exhaling as he had been taught, and repeating the action. The smell of smoke hit his nostrils as the leaf burned in his hand.

It erupted into flame, floating in his palm. Aang stared at the source of heat, feeling his eyes recoil at the brightness. A wide smile went over his face. “I did it!” He exclaimed. “I made fire!” Aang began to bend the flame, keeping it alight as his hand moved up and down.

Katara shuffled around, unable to see the event from behind Aang’s back.

“Aang, that’s great,” She exclaimed. “But you should take it slow.” 

As her sentence finished, Aang recoiled, the flames suddenly leaping up in his hand.

“Careful!” She called.

Aang didn’t hear her, too busy trying to keep himself upright, almost falling into the river as he leapt back from the flames in his hand. His concern turned to his usual smirk a moment later.

“Now that’s firebending,” He said, turning to Katara. Before the Bimbo could say anything else, Aang pulled his hands together, spraying a stream of flames into the open air.

“Aang, you’ll hurt yourself,” Katara declared.

The monk continued to ignore the bimbo, tossing the flame back and forth between his hands. Overhand, underhand, nearly tossing his little fireball into the river, but catching it at the last second. He leaned over, tossing it behind his back.

I wonder how that juggler did it Aang thought to himself, trying to recall the motions he did. 

He spun around, ducking under his own flame and bringing both hands up. He stood up again, pushing his arms out. The flames leapt from his hands, spreading out around him a wide circle. His joy turned to horror as he realised he had thrown the fire ring directly at Katara, mere feet away from him. She had no time to move, only able to throw her hands up to shield her face. 

The flames licked past her fingers, staying for a moment as they found a source of fuel in Katara’s flesh. The Waterbender shrieked a pathetic wail of pain, pulling her hands into herself, smothering the flames, but it was too late. 

“Katara!” Aang exclaimed. “I’m so sorry!”

He leapt across the river, landing next to her. Katara had collapsed to her knees, tears streaming from her face as her burned hands shook. Aang recoiled at the charred and bright red skin. 

“Katara, what’s wrong!” Aang looked up to see Sokka sprinting down from the hillside. He came to a stop at her side. The bender could only whimper and weep as she showed Sokka her hands.

A rage burned in Sokka’s chest looking up at the monk.

First that stunt with the map and now this! He glared at Aang. 

“What did you do?!” The warrior exclaimed.

“I-it was an accident,” Aang tried to explain. “I was-uh … Katara, I am so-“ He reached out for Katara. He was thrown from his feet as Sokka leapt onto him. With a thud, the Avatar was pinned on the ground, a rageful Sokka holding him down.

“I told you we shouldn’t mess around with this! Look what you did! You burned my sister!” He shouted, raising a fist. It slammed into Aang’s face, knocking the Avatar for a loop. His second punch faltered as he saw the tears forming in Aang’s eyes. Sokka turned his attention to Katara, only to find she was running off. Sokka got off Aang, moving to follow after Katara, but she was gone. 

He turned his attention to Aang, still on the ground.

“You burned my sister!” He repeated. Sokka saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He looked up to see Jeong Jeong approaching, stone-faced.

“This is all your fault!” He shouted, pointing at the deserter. 

“I know,” Jeong Jeong winced. “Now pack your things. You must leave immediately.”

“I’m sorry,” Aang eked out, shame dripping on his words. “I didn’t-”

Sokka turned, not interested in another apology from Aang. Jeong Jeong moved alongside the Avatar, looking down at his pupil.

“I’m sorry!” Aang called to Sokka, tears running down his face. He turned and looked at Jeong Jeong. The Deserter turned, leaving Aang alone. He paused for a moment, but continued.

Katara stared at her wounded hands. She had calmed herself down somewhat, though the pain was still making her sob slightly. The nerves were alight with pain, her fingers twitching like dying men. She dipped them into the river water, trying to cool the burning sensation on her fingers. For a moment, it stung, the Waterbender wincing in pain. Then soothing came, relaxing her. Then, nothing at all.

She opened her eyes, looking at her hands. A blue glow from the water, one where both her hands were. Both her hands felt completely numb.

The hell She thought in pure confusion. She pulled her hands from the water. Feeling rushed back into them. Not a single second of pain. The water dripped off her hands, revealing completely healed burn wounds, with only a faint bit of scarring left behind. 

What … how? Katara stared at her own hands in shock.

“You have healing abilities,” A voice said.

She turned to find Jeong Jeong approaching. “The Great Benders of the Water Tribe sometimes have this ability. It can be taught, but to have it innately is a sign of potential.” 

He sat down next to Katara, looking at her for a moment. “I have always wished I were blessed like you. Free from this burning curse.”

“But you’re a great Master!” Katara exclaimed. “You have powers I’ll never know! Those people worship you and your teachings!” 

“Water brings healing and life,” Jeong Jeong replied somberly, “But fire … brings only destruction and pain. It forces those around it to be burdened with care to walk a razor’s edge between humanity and savagery. A Slug-Snail on a razor blade, crawling along. Eventually, we’re torn apart.”

Two fireballs slammed into the water, creating a massive layer of steam. Jeong Jeong reacted with his fist, deflecting the third flame strike. Three boats were approaching quickly, smoke billowing from their exhausts. 

“Go get your friends and flee! Do not come back here, or you will all be destroyed! Hurry!” Jeong Jeong ordered Katara. The Waterbender wasted no time, turning and sprinting back towards the camp. Jeong Jeong turned his attention to the boats, taking a deep breath. A flurry of fireballs launched from the ship, slamming down around Jeong Jeong as the deserter walked calmly towards the boats.

Unbothered by the barrage, Jeong Jeong took his ready stance. With a quick flurry of elegant motions, The Deserter raised a massive curtain of flame across the riverbank, cutting off the boats from the bend which led to his camp. They turned, beaching against the bank.

The first man off the boat was a familiar sight to the deserter.

“Don’t worry, men,” Zhao declared confidently, as he jumped into the shallow water and walked onto shore. “My older teacher gave up fighting a long time ago.”

Zhao cut through the flame wall with a knife-like motion, dividing it in two.

“Haven’t you, Master Jeong Jeong?” Zhao hissed as he came face-to-face with the deserter. 

For a moment, Jeong Joeng glared at the admiral. A moment later, he dissipated the flames, returning to a neutral stance. 

Sokka wasted no time in gathering their things, finding that the tribe had almost completely disappeared in the few minutes he had been gone. Even Molo and Karo, as stuffed to the brim with his seed as they were, had disappeared. He was tying off the reins of Appa when he heard footfalls and sloshing. He turned to find Katara sprinting towards him, her thin tunic straining to keep her massive gut and bust contained. 

“Katara!” He exclaimed. “Are you all right?!”

“I’m fine,” Katara replied, showing Sokka her healed hands. “We’ve gotta get outta here. Where’s Aang?”

Sokka didn’t reply with words, simply gesturing towards where Katara had left him, near Jeong Jeong’s hut. Katara nodded, moving past Sokka and down the hill. She crossed the small bridge and pushed through the flap to find Aang in a meditative posture, his back to the entrance.

“Jeong Jeong tried to tell me that I wasn’t ready,” the monk reflected. “I wouldn’t listen. I’m never gonna firebend again.”

Katara approached Aang, stopping just shy of the ring of candles that sectioned him off. “You’ll have to eventually.”

“No,” Aang replied. “Never again.”

“It’s okay, Aang,” Katara pleaded. “I’m healed.”

Aang turned in shock at the statement, jaw slack with disbelief. “What?! How?!”

“I’ll explain later,” Katara replied, “But right now we have to get out of here. Zhao and his soldiers are attacking.”

Aang leapt to his feet, a small burst of wind from the action. “Where?!”

“By the river,” Katara replied. “They captured Jeong Jeong.”

“I have to help him!” Aang exclaimed. There was a blast of wind as the Avatar sprinted from the tent.

“Look at you,” Zhao snarled to the man before him, hating his mere visage. “You were once so great. I can’t believe my former master has become nothing more than a simple savage.”

“It is you who have embraced savagery, Zhao,” Jeong Jeong replied. 

“It’s Admiral Zhao, now,” the Admiral countered.

“That title will not help you against the Avatar,” Jeong Jeong barked. “Do not try to fight him! You are no match.”

“I think I can handle a child,” Zhao scoffed.

“I have never seen such raw power,” Jeong Jeong replied, shaking his head in pity. This brought rage up from Zhao, growling as the anger burned up inside him.

“Jeong Jeong!” Aang’s familiar voice called. The monk sprinted from the forest line, spotting Zhao and his men.

Perfect Zhao smirked. 

“We’ll see. Men, take the deserter,” Zhao ordered, beckoning his men forward. Several spearmen moved up, levying their blades against the man.

Aang slowed to a halt, mouth agape in shock. Jeong Jeong was surrounded by eight of Zhao’s non-bender soldiers. Jeong Jeong glanced about the battlefield, eyeing all of his potential opponents. He caught Aang’s gaze, offering the Avatar a subtle smirk. The spearmen moved in, stabbing at Jeong Jeong. From almost nowhere, a swirl of flames leapt up, engulfing the area. The spearmen retreated, trying to avoid getting burned. 

The flames died as quickly as they came. One of the spearmen was on the ground, rubbing his head. Jeong Jeong the Deserter was gone from where he had stood. 

“It’s a trick!” Zhao exclaimed. “He’s run off into the woods! Find him!”

The Admiral turned his attention to the Avatar. Aang sprinted forward, preparing for battle.

“Let’s find out what my old master has taught you,” Zhao sneered as he marched towards the monk.

“You were Jeong Jeong’s student?” Aang asked in shock. He recoiled slightly, realising he may be more outmatched than anticipated.

“Until I got bored,” Zhao replied. With that, he let off a blast of flames. Aang leapt into the air, barely dodging the full front of the blast. His clothes caught ablaze, the fire clawing at his skin. Aang patted it out quickly, ignoring the pain. He gasped in fear as another blast came towards him, this time only having time to duck, though managing to escape its heat completely. The forest behind Aang was not as lucky, quickly igniting from the force of the impact.

“I see he taught you how to duck and run like a coward!” Zhao hissed, circling Aang. “But I doubt he showed you what a firebender is truly capable of!” 

A double fist shot a massive torrent of flame towards Aang. The monk ducked again, using a blast of air to keep him just off the ground as it sailed overhead, scorching his back. 

“Whoa, wild shot!” Aang exclaimed, turning his head to watch it hit the forest and catch the wood alight. 

“I’ll show you wild!” Zhao growled, sending another blast at Aang. 

Aang threw his body around, building up a sheet of air. The fire collided, spinning off in every direction, and the wind was spinning. Aang used the impact to throw himself into the air feet first, surveying the battlefield from above. Zhao launched several jets of flame at the free-falling man, barely missing as Aang swung himself around the open sky. He landed with soft feet, but once again found himself on the defensive as Zhao relentlessly slammed heat blast after fireball into him. Aang managed to avoid the brunt of the burns, though he was constantly having to pat out burns along his arms and legs.

He found himself on the edge of the riverbank as Zhao took a moment to catch his breath from all the heat he was throwing. Aang turned his head, spotting the burning forest, his escape route cut off. Aang was down on one knee, the burn wounds starting to take their toll. His arms shook and twitched, and his legs were jelly. He was sure he had a burn on his back, but couldn’t check at the moment. 

No self-control Aang realised as he watched the flames burning. He surveyed the field again. With the forest burning, the only things left with Aang and Zhao in the field were the riverboats.

“Stand and fight, Avatar!” Zhao ordered. 

Perfect Aang smirked. He rose to his feet, trying his best not to look as injured as he felt. “Oh, were we fighting?” He called to Zhao in a mocking tone. “I thought you were just getting warmed up!”

“I was,” Zhao replied, sending another blast of flames Aang’s way. 

Aang sprinted forward, pushing through the pain as he ran faster than the wind, racing towards Zhao’s own boats. Zhao fired off blast after blast, aiming where Aang was and not where he would be. He sent a sweeping cinder strike across the field, but Aang dodged with ease, barely choking back a cry of pain as he leapt off the ground with an air blast.

“Is that all you got?!” Aang mocked as he landed on the riverbank again. “Man, they’ll make anyone an Admiral these days.”

Zhao growled, throwing more flames; his technique was getting sloppy, Aang realised. The Monk sprinted forward, reaching his destination. With another blast of air, Aang leapt up onto the riverboat, then again up to the roof of the ship. 

“Come on, fucker!” Aang cried. “Did Jeong Jeong teach you anything useful?”

Zhao leapt up onto the deck of his ship, sending a fire blast at Aang. The monk leapt to the stern of the boat, shielded from the flames. He leapt across to the next one, turning to check on his enemy. Sure enough, the deck of the first boat had caught fire. 

Brilliant, this guy is easy to read Aang thought to himself. Zhao walked across the deck of the now-burning boat, turning towards Aang. The monk put his hands behind his back, smiling widely.

“I don’t know why, but I thought you’d be better than Zuko,” He mocked. The monk had to dive down to avoid the absolutely massive blast of flames that comment elicited from the Admiral.

I think I struck a nerve Aang thought as he watched the unending fire blast fly overhead. 

It came to an end, allowing Aang to rise. A hole had been punched in the railing of the deck, the monk observed.

He threw his facade back up, wincing through the pain as he stood. “Sloppy,” He mocked Zhao. “Very sloppy.”

Aang jumped across the third boat, diving into the helm as flames jetted past. He found an open window and dove out, back onto the deck of the third and final boat. The heat of the flames was irritating his already tender, fresh burns. Aang retreated to the wall of the boat, listening for the sound of Zhao’s footsteps. No sound came. 

Aang moved forward a few steps, only to be cut off as the Admiral jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the monk.

“Nowhere to run now, you little smartass,” He barked. 

Aang took a ready stance, jumping back as Zhao leapt forward. With a swift kick, Aang threw himself into the air, tumbling over Zhao as the admiral unleashed a fire blast directly up against his ship. 

Another soft footfall brought Aang to the deck, smiling in satisfaction. “You’ve lost this battle,” he declared. As quickly as he landed, he took off again, dodging the flaming kick of Zhao. He landed again, a few feet back, soft feet on the metal.

“Are you crazy?!” Zhao snarled. “You haven’t thrown a single blow!” 

“No, but you have,” Aang replied, gesturing to the ships. 

Zhao’s anger melted to horror as he realised what the monk was referring to. The first boat was sinking into the deep river, and the other two were ablaze with massive flames from bow to stern.

Jeong Jeong said you had no restraint,” Aang mocked. Before the Admiral could add anything, the Avatar leapt up, vaulting over the burning forest line and disappearing.

Aang heard a scream from Zhao, rage at his inept failure.

“Have a nice walk home!” He called in a mocking tone.

“Aang, come on, let’s go!” The familiar voice of Sokka called. He turned to find his friends, already on Appa, walking up a trail nearby. 

Aang raced over to them, leaping up to Appa’s head. He took the reins with a quick snap. Appa ascended, flying off into the air. 

“Wait,” Aang realised, turning to his friends, “Where’s Jeong Jeong?”

“He disappeared,” Sokka replied. “They all did.”

Appa banked over the village they had been staying in, seeing it completely abandoned. Aang sighed, realising just how badly the situation had turned out. 

“So, now what?” Aang asked.

“Head east, I managed to get a good look at one of Jeong Joeng’s maps, we’re gonna need to fly that way for about a day, then we can turn north. We should be at the Northern Water Tribe in three days.”

Aang nodded, pulling on Appa’s reins. The beast obeyed, changing his direction. The Monk released the controls, moving over the saddle and into the back with the others. He did so very gingerly, his adrenaline gone, letting him feel the full extent of his injuries.

“Aang, you’re burned,” Katara observed. She shuffled over, pulling up her waterskin. “Let me help you.” 

She bent the water out with a quick flick, covering the monk’s wounded body in a thin layer of water. She inhaled through the noise and out through the mouth, focusing on what she thought she needed to do. Her hand went to Aang’s wrist, touching the water. 

Back at the river, it just sort of … happened She reasoned. 

Aang felt his body go slightly numb, the water around him glowing faintly. He raised a curious eyebrow at what Katara was doing. A moment later, feeling returned, devoid of any of the pain, the water lost its form, dripping away from Aang’s now soaked body.

“Wow!” Aang exclaimed, examining his wounds. They had healed completely. “That’s good water.”

“When did you learn to do that?” Sokka asked in amazement. 

Katara simply shrugged. “I guess I always knew.”

“Oh, well then,” Sokka raised his hand. He sulked, crossing his arms and leaning against the edge of the saddle. “Thanks for all the first aid over the years. Like when I fell into the grease berry bramble and that time I had two fish hooks in my thumb!” He brought his hand up, gesturing his scarred thumb at the duo. 

“Two?” Aang questioned. 

“He tried to get the first fishhook out with another fishhook,” Katara explained.

“Oh, and the time that a ming snake bit me,” Sokka added. “Thanks for healing up, that’s great. Really helpful.”

The village was quiet as Chey wandered through it. He glanced about, left and right, listening for anyone.

“Hey, where did everybody go?” He called, receiving no reply. “Very funny, guys!”