Avatar XXX

Against Sokka’s wishes, they went to investigate. They found a gathering of people around a gazebo. A man stood in the centre, telling a story to those gathered. Aang quickly determined it was safe, sprinting off to go listen to the story, prompting Katara and Sokka to follow. They took seats up front, resting upon cold stone slabs. The Water Tribe siblings realised why Aang had been so insistent on listening in as the storyteller’s words reached their ears.

He spoke of flying people, soaring overhead. The trio were enthralled, hanging on every word of the fable. It was late into the night when the man finally finished his tale, gesturing to all present. Like the siblings, he was dressed tightly in wools and layers, as were many of the other silent observers. 

“So, travellers, the next time you think you hear a strange, large bird talking, take a closer look,” he beckoned, looking at his audience from across the fire that sat between the gazebo and the other seats. “It might not be a giant parrot, but a flying man.” He pointed up to the sky, dotted with stars. 

“A member of a secret group of Airwalkers who laugh at gravity and laugh at those bound to the earth by it!” He finished dramatically, pointing at all present. 

A round of applause erupted from the crowd. The storyteller gave a curt bow before rising, removing his hat from his head to collect tips for his tale. He started with the group furthest from Katara, Sokka, and Aang. The monk turned to his companions, beaming in excitement.

“Aren’t Airbender stories the best?” He asked. 

“Was it realistic?” Katara asked. “Is that how it was back then?” 

“I laugh at gravity all the time,” Aang replied with a chuckle. “Hah … gravity.”

“Jingle, jingle,” the storyteller called, shaking his hat in front of the trio. Sokka’s hand went into his parka, fishing around for anything to offer the man for his story. Jeong Jeong’s followers had been nice, supplying them with food, but they were not exactly flush with cash. Sokka pulled his closed fists out, opening them to reveal some fishing bait, crumbs, and a cockroach, overturned, struggling to right itself.

“Sorry,” Sokka squeaked out.

“Cheapskates,” the storyteller grunted, walking away in a huff. He returned to the gazebo, crouching in front of an old man dressed similarly to himself. He began to pull the coins from his hat, counting up the haul. Aang moved up behind him, but he did not turn around.

“Hey, thanks for the story,” Aang said. The storyteller still did not turn. Instead, his arm extended backwards, holding out his hat at an awkward angle.

“Tell it to the cap, boy,” he said, shaking the garment. Aang began fumbling through his pockets for cash as the hat shook. A coin fell, hitting the ground with a thud. Momo, who had been perched on Aang’s shoulder, spotted the object, scampering to the ground. She examined the coin for a moment before placing it back where it had come from.

The storyteller turned around, not noticing that the coin had fallen, only seeing Momo return it.

“Awh,” he reached out, petting Momo’s head. “Much obliged, little bat thing.”

Once he stopped, Momo flew up, returning to her perch on Aang’s shoulder. “It means a lot to hear Airbender stories,” Aang continued. “It must have been a hundred years ago your great-grandpa met them.”

The Storyteller rose, smiling at Aang’s praise. His face turned to annoyance at the last comment. “What are you prattling about, child?” He scoffed. “Great-Grandpappy saw the Airwalkers last week.” He pointed to the old man behind him, who waved at Aang. 

Aang stared at the man in shock, with a wide-eyed expression.

“Just one day!” Aang protested. “We can fly up to the mountains to check it out, then fly off to the Northern Water Tribe.”

“No. More. Side quests,” Sokka replied curtly. “We’re literally a day from the Northern Water Tribe; we can be there just after noon tomorrow.” 

“Please, Sokka, my people, some of them could be there!” Aang exclaimed. “The Northern Air Temple is only an hour away from here. I know this area!”

“No!” Sokka replied. “No more side quests.” 

A hand slapped weakly at Sokka’s thigh. The Water Tribe warrior looked down at Katara, currently on all fours. The Water Tribe bimbo was pinned between Aang and Sokka, as she often was at night. Her stomach was once again flat, having finally digested all of the cum Mir and the others had been dumping into her for two days straight. Now the nympho slut was hungry again. Her sepia tits swayed mere inches from the ground whilst her big, round ass bounced and clapped as Aang’s pelvis collided with it. The Avatar’s cock plunged deep into Katara’s soaking wet pussy, his thick cock head punching through to her cervix with ease. Sokka, meanwhile, had his own massive member buried to the base in his sister’s throat, her tongue lapping at his balls. 

Sokka withdrew as Katara continued to press on his thigh, seeming to ask for air. With a gasp, Katara’s throat was freed, a splatter of pre-cum and spit hitting the ground beneath her. Drool ran down her chin freely, dripping to the dirt. 

“Aang’s right, Sokka, it’s worth at least checking out,” she said in an unusually calm and quiet tone for getting her cunt reshaped. Sokka roughly grabbed Katara’s braid, pulling her head up slightly. His other hand went to his cock, the wet on it cooling in the night air. Katara could only let out a yelp, eyes transfixing on Sokka’s dick as he pressed it against her mouth. Her jaw fell open without any effort as she swallowed him back down to the base. Sokka thrust hard into Katara’s throat, leaving her to only moan around his member as he pistoned into her. 

Sokka let out an annoyed sigh. “You’re not gonna let this go, around you?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t trust this.”

“Sokka, it’ll just be a day, I promise,” Aang said.

Katara gurgled something, and Sokka simply tuned it out.

“Fine, just one day, though, no matter what,” he said. “And we’re leaving early, so we need to finish this up.”

Katara shrieked in protest at Sokka’s offer, not wanting to turn in already.

Aang nodded. “Done, and done.”

He thrust hard into Katara’s cunt, his hands sinking into her fleshy hips. With a small grunt, Aang’s nuts contracted, dumping his load into Katara’s cunt.

Shit, it feels so good, but I don’t want to stop already Katara moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head Ohhh~ my womb is so stuffed!

She moaned against Sokka’s member, her orgasm overtaking her. Aang’s entire crotch and pelvis were soaked as a gushing torrent of squirt escaped Katara’s cunt, splattering all across the Avatar and soaking the ground underneath him. Sokka pulled hard on Katara’s braid, the pull stinging against her scalp. A moment later, the Water Tribe warrior’s orgasm began. He’d had a full day of flying to refill, and gallon after gallon of cum splashed from his cock head directly into Katara’s stomach, swelling her guts in tandem with Aang’s own cum stuffing every inch of her womb.

Katara was a sputtering, gargling mess as her stomach swelled again. Both men grunted as they felt their orgasms dying.

Well, if this is all I’m getting Katara thought as she felt their orgasms dissipating inside her. Katara raised her hand, flicking her wrists over several times. 

“SHIT!” Sokka screamed, slamming his dick back to the base into Katara’s mouth. The Bimbo took the force of impact directly on the nose, feeling the hit in her head. Aang, who had also been pulling out, suddenly buried himself back inside Katara. Both men shuddered and grunted as Katara bent every last drop of cum out of their balls and into her body.

Her stomach brushed against the ground, swollen more than it had ever been before with the two’s seed. After another minute, Sokka and Aang were both completely spent, entirely flaccid dicks falling from Katara. The bimbo flicked her wrist a few more times, bending all the cum in her cunt to keep it inside. Aang and Sokka collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

“That trick … really sneaks up on you,” Sokka commented.

“Well,” Katara panted, rolling over to make sure no pressure was pushed on her stomach. “At least I’ll be warm through the night.”

“Then let’s go to sleep, it’s gonna be an early morning,” Sokka said. 

They left their camp at dawn. The sun was high in the air as Appa banked through a heavy patch of clouds, bringing them even higher up into the mountain range. 

“We’re almost to the Northern Air Temple,” Aang called to his companions, smiling widely. “This is where they had the championships for Sky Bison polo.”

As the Avatar reminisced, the two Water Tribe siblings sat in the saddle, quiet. Sokka was whittling away at a statue whilst Katara tried her best to listen as Aang continued to ramble. Finally, she moved back over to where Sokka was.

“Do you think we’ll really find Airbenders?” She asked in a quiet tone to her brother. Sokka didn’t look from his work, and continued to work the knife against the wood.

“You want me to be like or totally honest?” He asked dismissively. Katara crossed her hands, pushing her bust up, pressing her tits against the tight opening of her parka.

“Are you saying I’m a liar?” She asked crossly. 

“I’m saying you’re an optimist,” Sokka replied, looking at her finally. “Same thing, basically.” 

“Hey guys!” Aang’s voice cut through the conversation, brimming with excitement, “Look at this!” 

The siblings looked up, both instantly taken by shock. Ahead of them was the Northern Air Temple. Like the Southern is sat upon a mountain top, isolated so far above the clouds. Spires of stones reaching high into the air, topped with grey roofs. Dozens of dots surrounded what should have been an abandoned temple. They flew, banking through the air. As they approached, the dots came to be silhouettes, flying people upon gliders.

I don’t fucking believe it! Sokka’s jaw dropped.

They drew closer, the temple coming into sharper focus. Whilst Sokka and Katara beamed, Aang frowned. Two smoggy trails emanated from inside the temple, streaking up into the sky.

What is that? Aang’s nose crinkled. He watched the flight patterns of the people circling the temple. His heart sank.

“They really are airbenders!” Katara exclaimed in pure disbelief. Aang shook his head.

“No, they’re not,” he grunted, leaning back on Appa’s head. He crossed his arms, trying to choke back the emotions. For a moment, the monk had not felt alone, only for it to be ripped from him. The Last Airbender yet again.

“What do you mean they’re not?” Sokka asked in an excited confusion. “Those guys are flying!” He pointed towards the people. 

“Gliding, maybe, but not flying,” Aang replied. “You can tell by the way they move they’re not Airbending. Those people have no spirit.”

Aang’s attention went to the left, spotting a tan streak rocketing through the sky towards them. Katara and Sokka ducked as a glider flew overhead at a nearly incomprehensible speed. The sound of a light-hearted chuckle filled the air. The trio looked up, getting a good look at the man who had grazed them.

A mop top of shaggy, dark brown hair with a top knot, sideburns, but otherwise no facial hair. Earth Kingdom style garb, an olive green tunic with grey sleeves. Orange goggles covered the eyes. They all quickly clocked the same thing. There was a large glider apparatus attached to a wooden chair with four large wheels. Two handles rose from the back wheels, larger than the ones in the front. Both of the man’s hands, covered in bracers and gloves, gripped them tightly. The rider wore no bottoms; both of his legs were wrapped in heavy bandaging. He grinned widely at them.

Reminds me of Aang Katara thought for a moment as they watched the man bank through the air. 

“I don’t know, Aang,” Katara smiled, turning toward the monk and pointing to the sky. “That guy seems pretty spirited.” 

Aang sneered, reaching into the saddle to retrieve his glider. The man in the chair banked by the Sky Bison again, swooping low and flying off. He looked over the headrest on his seat, smiling down at the group. He locked eyes with Aang. The monk smiled back, a devious plan in his head. He leapt into the air from Appa’s head. He spun his staff overhead several times, suspending himself in the air a bit longer before unfurling the orange wings and flying after the man.

Katara and Sokka watched Aang disappear. A moment later, their view widened, realising they were now surrounded by the Airwalkers. Green gliders with less eloquence than Aang’s, supporting dozens of airwalkers all in Earth Kingdom garb, strafed Appa. Several got so close as to cause the Bison to panic. He bucked in the air, sending Katara off her feet. She flew across the area of the saddle, slamming into Sokka’s body, her ass colliding perfectly with Sokka’s soft member and balls.

“Ahh!” Sokka grunted, clutching his injured dick.

“Shit, sorry,” Katara said. 

“We’d better find some solid ground before it finds us,” Sokka suggested, wincing in pain.

Appa picked up on his passenger’s request. The Sky Bison searched the familiar temple, spotting an outside area with enough to land. He did so without much protest, the people nearby more in awe than fear. Aang flew overhead, chasing after the disabled man, who was still chuckling with glee. All attention on the ground seemed entirely fixated on them, most barely giving a second glance to the Sky Bison.

“Go, Teo!” A rather busty woman shouted.

“Show that bald guy how it’s done!” Another called, just as busty as the first. 

The disabled man, Teo, performed a few quick basic manoeuvres, arcing and spinning through the air. Every move was matched by Aang, flying close behind. The chair skimmed along the clouds. Teo pulled on his levers, sending his chair high up into the air. Aang followed as they crested the top of the lower towers. He leaned forward, sending his chair into a nosedive. With a pull on one lever, the glider-chair began to spin as he descended. Aang matched his speed and movement, the duo twirling around one another as they spun and dove. 

“Hey there,” Teo called, his voice was high-pitched for how old he was, but not prepubescent. “You’re pretty good!” 

“Yeah, I know,” Aang replied in his own high-pitched voice. “But I can do more than fancy gliding.”

They pulled from their descent, Teo arcing up towards the temple. Aang flew through the air in a way Teo never could, looping around to take a run at the wall of the Temple. Teo watched in amazement as Aang skirted under an archway, flying parallel to a large stone wall. The bald man leapt from his glider, his feet slamming into the temple. He raced forward, running faster than he had been gliding, maintaining himself perfectly against the vertical wall.

No way Teo’s jaw dropped in shock.

Aang leapt into the air, drawing the air around him into a ball. He landed back against the wall, flying along it with his Air Scooter. He rocketed down the wall, reaching the very end of it. He pushed off the scooter, effortlessly catching his glider, which had been sailing next to him the entire time. With a quick turn that would have been impossible for a nonbender, Aang strafed Teo.

“Wow!” Teo shouted. “I don’t think I can do that! But here’s a good one.”

He smirked at Aang, causing the monk to raise a half-interested eyebrow. Teo pressed a button on his left handle. A large balloon attached to the base of his chair wheezed, the cork that sealed it popping off, though not falling as it was attached to a string. A black smoke trailed from the balloon, filling the air with a thin black streak. Teo banked through the air, flying high in a large arcing circle. Aang watched as the glider-chair banked and swerved, leaving its trail of smoke.

What is he … is he drawing something? The Monk mused.

Indeed, he was. As the last of the smoke dissipated, the design became clear. A large caricature of Aang sporting an entirely unimpressed look filled the sky, earning laughs from the onlookers, including a snicker from Sokka and Katara. 

Aang, still in the air, remained unimpressed.

“What do you think?” Teo called with a jovial smile.

“S’great,” Aang replied curtly. He banked away, flying down to where Sokka and Katara were. He landed with a small blast of air and a gentle footfall. Once again, he spun his staff a few times before collapsing the orange wings.

Teo took a more mechanical approach; he swooped low, lining his wheels up with the opening in the stone fence of the landing. He hit the ground, racing across the stone. He pulled the lever all the way back, locking his wheels as he skidded to a halt, the chair nearly tipping over. He barely reacted, showing it was normal for such force to be applied when stopping. Several onlookers came over, releasing four clasps and freeing Teo’s chair of its glider. He pulled his goggles up, turning his attention to the bald man and his companions. He pushed off, rolling himself back across the plaza over to them.

He looked them up and down, two in blue, one in orange.

Wait, I recognise those outfits he realised, recalling the murals inside his home.

“Hey, you’re a real Airbender!” He exclaimed. Shock hit him a moment later. “You must be the Avatar! That’s amazing! I’ve heard stories about you!”

Teo scratched his head in embarrassment, smiling with glee at the man before him. 

Aang’s annoyance at the situation turned to bashfulness, the Monk scratching the back of his head, suddenly unsure of what to do. “Thanks,” he said sheepishly, suddenly feeling bad for how dismissive he had been of Teo.

“Wow!” Sokka exclaimed. “This Glider-Chair is incredible!”

He moved forward, studying the cloth wings that had been attached to Teo’s chair. The disabled man looked up with a smirk.

“If you think this is good, wait until you see the other stuff my dad designed,” Teo said, turning his chair to face Sokka. He rolled towards the entrance of the temple, beckoning the trio to follow. 

He led them down a long stone hallway. Metal tubes jutted from the walls in strange ways, piping crossing in a dozen different ways. Aang couldn’t help but fixate on the intrusive structures. 

They reached the end of the hall, finding themselves in a large atrium, filled with countless metal pipes, valves, and other artificial machines. Steam vented from all over, filling the room with a slight smog. A statue of an airbender had just barely survived, two large pipes bracketing his head. A statue of an ancient Sky Bison, which sat above a pool, was covered in metal, the water was an acidic green and bubbling. 

What … what happened Aang felt his heart sink to his stomach. He looked up, spotting a large wheel spinning, powering some unseen machine.

“Wow!” Sokka exclaimed again, rushing over to inspect the intricacies of the work.

“Yeah, my dad is the mastermind behind this whole place,” Teo beamed. “Everything’s powered by hot air. It even pumps hot air currents outside to give us a lift when we’re gliding.”

An older woman carrying a satchel walked past them. She approached a metal cage attached to wiring. She stepped inside and pulled a lever. With a whizz, the cage lifted off the ground, going up to a walkway high above them.

“This place is unbelievable,” Aang finally managed to say, every word numb. 

“Yeah,” Teo nodded. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“No,” Aang replied, still numb. “Just unbelievable.”

He moved away from Teo and Katara, spotting a mural of Airbenders that he felt compelled to inspect. Katara glanced from Aang to Teo, spotting the man’s face of confusion. She shuffled over, looking down at him. 

“Aang used to come here a long time ago,” she explained softly. “I think he’s a little shocked it’s so different.” 

Katara gasped as her last word escaped her lips. They were chased after by her tongue, circling against her soft, plump dick suckers as she salivated. Between Teo’s bandaged legs was a thick, soft, pink dick head, easily as thick as her own fist. She examined the green flap of his tunic, and the outline of a coiled, flaccid fat cock was against it. Her core clenched in anticipation, a damp spot forming against her thick thighs in her tight breeches.

This is so cruel! She thought A cock that gorgeous can’t get hard. I just want to reach out and touch it, but he probably wouldn’t feel that!

Teo caught her gaze, watching as the shameless whore gawked at his member. He smirked in satisfaction. “It still works,” he whispered, earning another whimpering moan from Katara, biting her lip. 

“So better!” Sokka exclaimed whilst his sister fell to pieces over the disabled man’s dick. Katara was broken from her trance by her brother’s words, glaring at him. Her attention then turned to Aang, who was standing and staring at a large wall nearby. She winked at Teo, mouthing the word “later” at him before turning and heading over to Aang.

She found what he was looking at. A large mural of monks standing upon clouds, several holes had been punched in the wall for piping, and a few of them went right through the heads of the monks.

“This is supposed to be the history of my people,” Aang explained sadly. Katara had no words, only to offer a gloved hand of reassurance upon Aang’s shoulder. It wasn’t enough, and the Monk walked away from her, moving over to the fountain of green. The warm water was giving off a putrid smell that assaulted Aang’s nostrils, leaving him dizzy. He ignored it, though, staring in disbelief at the ancient Sky Bison statue and its violations. A billow of black smoke was expelled from the Bison’s mouth, lifting in the air. The horrid smell of exhaust caused Aang to recoil in horror, grunting as he pulled back as if he had been attacked. 

“I’m sure some parts of the temple are still the same,” Katara tried to reassure him again, a hand upon his back once more. 

“I know a place,” Teo called. “I can take you there right now!” 

Following a maze of corridors that only Teo and Aang seemed confident in navigating, the four found themselves crossing a bridge towards a large colosseum-like structure which sat away from the rest of the temple proper. 

The old Sky Bison kennels Aang realised, beaming with excitement. Indeed, the large barrel-like structure did not have a hint of the metal work upon it. They entered inside, finding the inside as barren of progress as the outside. Aang moved into the centre of the room, drawing a deep breath. Fresh snow still sat upon the stone. He looked up to the open roof, taking a deep breath of the clean air, clearing the headache that had been forming. 

“It’s nice to see at least one part of the temple that isn’t ruined,” Aang reflected. 

“Look out!” A voice shouted. Aang leapt backwards, away from the outside wall of the kennels. Dust filled the air as Katara and Aang dove for cover. The head of a monk sculpted into the wall was tossed across the floor, followed by a tarp filled with heavy stones on a string. Sokka and Teo coughed as the dust of the debris filled their lungs. Aang rose, looking at the massive hole in the kennels that had been created. 

Several people entered, carrying large hammers. They were in their thirties and forties, Aang guessed, leading them as a man in a bright green pair of breeches and hanfu. A white smock covered his front. The top of his head was completely bald, with the side and back sporting spiky dark brown hair. His eyebrows were patches of small tufts of hair. His mouth and chin were covered in a coarse and shaggy moustache and goatee, connected into one piece of facial hair. A red monocle sat upon his left eye. His left hand had a brown leather and wooden strap over the palm and back, with three wooden fingers where his middle, ring, and pinky should have been. He looked at the quartet in surprise.

“What the hell?” He said in complete shock. “Don’t you know enough to stay away from active construction sites?! We have to make room for the bathhouse.”

“Do you know what you did?!” Aang asked, gripping his staff tightly in his hands. “You just destroyed something sacred! For a stupid bathhouse!” 

“Well, people around here are starting to stink,” the man replied in a calm tone that made it clear he did not understand Aang’s anger in the slightest. He gestured out with both arms to the area around them.

“This whole place stinks!” Aang replied. He pulled his staff around, sending a massive current of air out, slamming into the construction equipment outside the hole. The wood and stone went tumbling over the edge of the cliffside, down below the cloud line. “This is a sacred temple, you can’t treat it this way.” Aang approached the lead construction worker with the missing fingers, pointing angrily at the older man. “I’ve seen it when the monks were here. I know what it’s supposed to be like.”

“The monks?” The man questioned, completely perplexed. He stroked a finger against his bushy beard, “But you’re eighteen.”

“Dad, he’s the Avatar,” Teo cut in, rolling up next to his father. “He used to come here a hundred years ago.”

Aang’s aggression did not dissipate. He moved towards Teo’s father, causing the man to shuffle backwards, putting his hands up to try and calm the monk.

“What are you doing?” Aang demanded, pointing at the mechanist. “Who said you could be here?”

Teo’s father turned away from Aang, folding his hands behind his back. “Doing here …” he mumbled to himself, glancing at the ground. “A long time ago, but not a hundred years ago, my people became refugees after a terrible flood.” He moved around Teo’s wheeled chair, grabbing the two handles at the top. “My infant son, Teo, lost the use of his legs and lost his mother.” He paused, choking back the emotion of memory, “I needed somewhere to rebuild, and I stumbled across this place. Couldn’t believe it. Everywhere were pictures of flying people, but empty, nobody home. Then, I came across these fan-like contraptions.”

He spread his arms out, sprinting around as if to mimic the idea of flight. Aang crossed his arms, quite annoyed by the man. “Our gliders.”

“Yes,” Teo’s father nodded. “Little light flying machines. They gave me an idea: build a new life for my son in the air! Then everyone would be on equal ground … so to speak.”

He moved away from the group, looking out through the hole he had just shattered into the wall. He tucked his hands behind his back in quiet contemplation. “We’re just in the process of improving upon what’s already here. And after all, isn’t that what nature does?”

Aang felt something touch him. He turned his head to find Katara wiping tears off his orange gi. For a moment, the Avatar’s rage paused, reflecting. 

“Nature knows where to stop,” he finally said in a calm tone, approaching the mechanist.

“I suppose that’s true,” Teo’s dad replied, nodding. “Unfortunately, progress has a way of getting away from us.” 

The mechanist looked down for a moment, studying his own shadow on the ground. He perked up, glancing across the open room.

“Look at the time!” He exclaimed. All eyes went across towards a wooden table. Upon it sat a platter with three burning candles upon it. Each candle was made of a series of wax rings of equal size. Sokka raised a confused eyebrow.

What is up with this guy? The warrior wondered.

“Come,” Teo’s father called to his fellow workers. “The pulley system must be oiled before midday.” 

“Wait,” Sokka called. “How can you tell the time from that thing? The notches all look the same.” 

“The candle will tell us,” Teo’s father replied. “Watch.” He gestured back to the candle. A moment later, the candle’s flame erupted with small bursts, extinguishing itself before reigniting eight times over. 

“You put spark powder in the candle!” Sokka exclaimed in realisation.

“Eight flashes, so it’s exactly eight hours past midnight,” the mechanist noted. “Or as I call it - eight o’candle.”

The joke earned a deep laugh from Sokka, which in turn earned a smile from Teo’s father.

“If you liked that,” He continued. “Wait ‘till you see my finger-safe knife sharpener. Only took me three tries to get it right.” He reached to his wounded hand, removing the wooden digits, and he smiled widely, tossing them to Sokka. Sokka caught the fingers, recoiling in fear at what was in his hand. The mechanist and his workers moved off.

“Follow me,” he beckoned to Sokka.

Sokka scampered after, handing the mechanist back his fingers. “Damn, and you even made a way for Teo to fly, I can only imagine how much that means to him, being paralysed and all, he must really look up to you.”

“It’s just his legs that don’t work,” the mechanist corrected Sokka as he replaced his fingers.

Whilst Sokka and the workers wandered off, Teo looked to the still sullen Avatar.

“Hey, Aang,” He called. “I want to show you something.” 

Deeper in the heart of the Northern Air Temple, Aang felt nauseous. The piping that permeated nearly every inch of his people’s home made his stomach queasy. The taste of metal hung in the air, causing the Monk to constantly smack his lips, trying to spit it out. He let out a sigh.

“I just can’t get over it,” he admitted. “There’s not a single thing that’s the same.” 

“I don’t know about that,” Teo replied, rolling to a stop. Ahead of the trio, in a damp spot dripping from a pipe overhead, was a group of hermit crab-lobsters. Teo picked one up, handing it to Katara. “The temple might be different, but the creatures that live here are probably direct descendants of the ones that lived here a long time ago.”

The Hermit Crab-Lobster began to walk around in the palm of Katara’s hand. The Waterbender reached out, poking at the tough shell. “You’re right,” she agreed. “They’re kind of like keepers of the temple’s origins.”

She turned, handing it to Aang. The monk found the animal familiar, putting a small smile on his face.

“Besides,” Teo continued. “There is one part of the temple that hasn’t changed at all.”

Teo rolled off without another word. Katara and Aang shared a confused glance, but followed after. Teo led them through many confounding corridors before they reached their destination. A new yet familiar sight.

“Hey!” Katara exclaimed at the sight. “It’s just like the one in the other Air Temple.”

Before them stood the wooden and brass door that sealed the Vault at the centre of the Air Temple, just as the one had been at the Southern Air Temple. Aang’s heart beat a thud of relief in his chest. A small smile cracked on his face.

“Only an Airbender can open it,” Teo shrugged. “So inside it’s completely untouched. Just the way the monks left it. I always wondered what it was like in there.”

Teo glanced at Aang. The monk hesitated for a moment, but looked away. 

“Aang?” Katara called to him.

“I’m sorry,” Aang replied. “This is the last part of the temple that’s the same as it was. I want it to stay that way.”

Teo nodded, trying to hide the disappointment on his face. “I understand,” he said. “I just wanted you to know it was here.”

“Thanks,” Aang nodded. The trio turned and left. 

Even further down into the temple, two blue lights filled a dark stairwell. The two bodies holding the lights marched bravely into the darkness. One with confidence in their stride, the other without it.

“I gotta say, there’s a lot of great quality of life improvements you’ve made for you people here, but this isn’t one of them,” Sokka complained. 

“Just follow me, I know where to step.” 

“No ramps on these stairs?” Sokka questioned. “All the other stairs had ramps for Teo. That was really nice of you, actually. I can’t imagine getting him up here was easy, with him being paralysed.”

“Only from the legs down,” the mechanist replied in a dismissive tone. 

“These lanterns are terrible,” Sokka complained. “I can’t see.” He stopped on the steps, lifting the lantern to his eyes. It was cool to the touch, with dozens of small lights inside. 

What is this thing? He wondered. He popped the cork lid off, peering inside.

“Why would you want to use fireflies for light?” Sokka asked as one flew off for its freedom.

“Hey!” Teo’s dad called. “Close that up! They’ll get loose!” 

Sokka did as he was ordered, though still quite confused.

“Fireflies are a nonflammable source of light,” the mechanist explained. Without another word, he turned, wandering on further down the tunnel. Sokka followed, glancing back at the lost firefly for a moment. 

Nonflammable? The warrior wondered for a moment. 

They continued down the stairs, reaching a short hallway that ended with a wooden door, reinforced with metal beams. A small latch sat in the middle, a piece that could slide to give a view of what was inside. The stone around the door was charred and cracked, with the larger gaps covered in metal panels. A strange padding sealed the door itself, a beige coloured cotton like material. The mechanist reached up, squeezing it a few times to ensure it was properly locked in place. He turned back to Sokka.

“Cover your nose and hold your breath,” he commanded. Sokka did as he was asked. The mechanist reached for the latch on the door, sliding it open. Sokka and the man peered inside, finding a large black nothing awaiting them. 

“Okay,” Sokka finally spoke after a moment. “So you brought me all the way down here to see an empty room?”

“Wrong,” the mechanist replied, sliding the window shut. “It’s filled to the brim with natural gas. I came across it my first time here. Unfortunately, I was carrying a torch at the time. Nearly myself and the whole place even more sky high. Thought my eyebrows would never grow back! Anyway, there’s a vital problem that needs solving. Myself and the others are stumped; maybe an outside mind such as yourself can help. From time to time, we have gas leaks, and they’re nearly impossible to find.”

The mechanist put his torch down, once again checking the cotton padding to make sure it was sealed tight. Sokka placed his own torch down and began to do the same.

“So this place is an explosion waiting to happen,” Sokka suddenly realised, looking at Teo’s father with grave concern. 

“Yes,” the mechanist nodded. “Until I can figure out how to locate something I cannot see, hear, smell, or touch.”

The loud slurping was overshadowed by the noise of the machines. The pool of drool and pre-cum forming on the floor was disguised in plain sight amongst the leaking pipes. Katara’s hand expertly stroked Aang’s moist shaft as her tongue and mouth lathered it generously with her spit. Her head bounced up and down the upper part of the Avatar’s member, her tongue swirling with worship around his thick cock. Aang winced as his meat pole twitched in Katara’s familiar hand and mouth. The cold air whipped past them inside the dank, open hallway, sending a shiver down his spine. Katara moaned against Aang’s cock, sending vibrations down to his balls. His fingers pressed into the stone wall behind him as he fought back the urge to cum on the spot. Katara’s massive tits, still stuffed into her parka, were becoming covered in drool as the bimbo shamelessly let it all flow down her chin and onto her body. She was squatting beneath Aang, meaning her massive rack was in turn resting on her knees. One hand was cupping Aang’s balls, moaning every time she felt the cum wriggling around inside them. 

He seems so distracted, even now Katara thought as she continued to bounce her way along the shaft I was hoping this might clear his head. Maybe this will, though!

Her free hand came up, flicking herself in a familiar motion. She pulled her head back, keeping the spongy tip of Aang’s cock inside as she hollowed out her cheeks. 

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Aang moaned out as he felt his nut sack involuntarily contract. His massive load went flying up through his shaft, erupting into Katara’s mouth. It instantly filled with the Avatar’s seed, splattering all across every inch of space. Katara swallowed, but not quickly enough, as the second wave erupted into her mouth. The cum exploded from her lips, dripping down onto her tits. Some of it fired further into her mouth, trickling back on her nose. Katara’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her tongue lavishing in the taste that was so often denied due to the Bimbo’s love of deepthroating.

Fuck, I gotta stop having Aang and Sokka bust straight into my stomach every night, I need to savour their flavours more~ She thought as she drank Aang’s cum. 

Aang’s cum shot died down, leaving his now flaccid, spot-soaked member to collapse under its own weight, hitting against his thigh. 

“Awh, just one?” Katara moaned. “I was hoping you could fill my cunt, my womb feels hollow right now.”

“Maybe later,” Aang replied dismissively. “This place has got me in a real funk.”

“Well, at least it could feel more like home when we go gliding?” Katara suggested. “Teo should be back soon!”

Aang said nothing, silently redoing his clothing. Katara scooped the cum from her chest, licking her fingers clean. She wiped the cum that had run from her nose, too, swallowing that as well. She rose, staring down at the massive wet spot on her clothes right where her bust was.

“I know seeing this place like this is making you feel a lot of ways, but Teo is really trying to show you that it’s not all bad,” Katara said in her usual comforting tone. “He is being genuine.”

“He’s … I know,” Aang replied. “It’s just difficult. I know he’s trying bu-”

“We’re all set!” Teo called, wheeling down the hall towards them. “You guys ready?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” Katara beamed, smiling widely. “I’ve wanted to try gliding since I first saw Aang do it.”

“Alright, let’s go then!” Teo cheered, turning with ease and wheeling back the way he came.

“Come on, Aang!” Katara cried, taking off down the hallway.

Aang couldn’t help but smile at Katara’s excitement. She’s such a slut and yet so caring. She’s so perfect. 

The Avatar, the bimbo, and the man in the wheelchair now found themselves standing closer to the ledge of a large stone landing. One of the gliders used by the non-benders. The Waterbender, previously filled with such confidence when effortlessly servicing Aang, now shuddered as she looked down at the cloud line below. 

“The wind will carry you,” Teo explained. “It supports something inside you, something even lighter than air. And that … something takes over when you fly.” 

Katara felt her hands shaking, the cum in her stomach suddenly feeling as if she had swallowed stones. She set the glider down to her side, heart thudding wildly against her eardrums.

“I’ve changed my mind, I think I was born without that something,” she said frantically. 

Teo laughed at her sudden fear. “Impossible! Everyone has it.”

“Spirit,” Aang spoke up, drawing the attention of Katara and Teo. 

Is he finally starting to open up? Katara wondered, studying Aang’s shifting face.

“What?” Teo asked, confused.

“That’s the something you were talking about,” Aang explained, a weak smile on his face.

Teo reflected on the monk’s words, looking up into the sky. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”

Katara readjusted her glider, gripping tightly onto the wooden beam. Teo’s own chair had been given its wings by some nearby engineers. Aang held his own staff in his hand. Even Momo was going to join, eating something she had found, but ready to fly when the others did.

“Are you ready?” Teo asked Katara with great enthusiasm in his voice.

“No,” Katara replied nervously. All the same, the waterbender jumped, screaming as she fell. Teo rolled after her, somehow falling with more grace. Katara’s scream turned to echoing laughter as a vent of hot air from the temple caught her wings, sending her soaring upwards into the sky. Aang beamed excitedly as he watched Katara gliding, followed by Teo close behind.

“I can’t believe I’m flying!” Katara cried. 

“Just make sure you keep your mouth closed so you don’t swallow any bugs,” Aang called as he drew up alongside Katara. Momo flew alongside, a great example of what not to do, as she swallowed something fluttering in the air. 

“Teo was right about the air,” Katara said as she watched Momo fly after more prey. “All I had to do was trust it. Let it carry me.”

Aang nodded in agreement, his full signature smile returning to his face. “Even though Teo’s not an Airbender, he really does have the Spirit of one.”

Aang banked down towards the stones where they had taken off from. Teo was already back, the wings removed from his chair. He sat with a sad smile, watching his new friends fly around. Aang landed effortlessly, impressing the man to no end. 

“I’ve been thinking,” Aang said hesitantly. “If you want to see what’s in that room, I’d be happy to open the door for you.”

“Great,” Teo smiled. 

“Wait!” Katara called from the sky. “How do I land this thing? What if I land in th-“

Her voice was cut off by a familiar sound to Aang as Katara began gagging. 

“Blech! Bug! Bug,” She cried. “That was a bug.”

Aang chuckled, unfurling his staff again. “I’ll go help her.”

From the lowest cellar to the tallest tower, Sokka and the mechanist walked. The warrior was now with Teo’s father in his own private quarters, reviewing dozens upon dozens of scrolls of projects, some failures, some not. The warrior reached up to grab one, but found the stack of rolls looser than expected, bringing several more than intended toppling over and crashing to the ground.

“I said don’t touch anything!” The mechanist shouted. Sokka had barely enough time to recover before something jostled loose from the fall came crashing down onto him. He dropped everything in his hands, sending dozens of odds and ends scattering across the floor. Sokka quickly scrambled to the floor to pick up, collecting scroll after scroll. Amongst the things on the floor was a strange model. A large sphere filled with air, tied with strings to a wicker basket. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” the mechanist said, now more sympathetic as he moved to help the Warrior clean. He spotted the model which had caught Sokka’s eye. “That experiment’s old. And that egg was just part of last week’s lunch.”

Egg? Sokka questioned. The scent that hit his nose a second later clued him in.

“Ugh! Week-old egg smell,” he grunted. 

“Quick, find that egg!” The mechanist exclaimed. They dropped everything, scrambling across the floor. 

“How could something that’s so small you can’t even see it make such a big stink!” Sokka grunted in annoyance. His sense of smell was being bombarded from all angles, and the culprit had completely disappeared. An idea hit him like an arrow to the head. He turned quickly, finding the mechanist had the same conclusion.

“That’s the solution to our problem!” Teo’s father declared.

“Yeah,” Sokka nodded. “If we put a whole mess of rotten eggs in the cellar where the gas seeps up-“

“The gas will mix with the smell of rotten eggs-”

“Then if there’s a leak-”

“You smell rotten eggs! Then you just follow your nose to the place where the smell is coming from-”

“And plug up the hole where the gas is escaping!”

“You’re a genius!” Both men exclaimed, embracing in a hug. Both men rose to their feet, dusting themselves off. The mechanist ran to his work table, writing out something on a parchment.

“I’ll send this to my people, have them collect all the rotting eggs from the kitchen they can find and get them into the basement right away,” he said. He moved from the table with the paper, over to a large pipe on the wall. He opened a strange metal tube, placing the letter inside. He then opened the cap on a metal pipe on the wall, dropping the item inside and resealing the tube.

“Is there a way for messages to come back up?” Sokka asked. “I assume gravity sends it down.”

“And hot air sends them back up. They shoot out that other tube over there,” the mechanist explained, pointing to the other side of the room. “I padded the ceiling and landing area, but the metal cases are pretty durable.”

“You’ve made a temple that used to belong entirely to those who could control the winds into a place completely optimised for regular people,” Sokka admired. “You’re amazing.”

“I do what I can. I want my people to have it easier after all they’ve suffered,” the mechanist responded.

“It must have been hard for Teo,” Sokka noted. “Being paralysed from the waist down.”

“You mean from the legs down,” the mechanist corrected him once again.

Sokka grunted, finally taking the hint. “Okay, this is like the fourth time you’ve corrected me. Aren’t those the same thing?”

The mechanist snickered, “Well, Sokka … I think your sister could explain. She’s with Teo now, I believe, and he’s always been lucky with the ladies.”

Before another word could be spoken, a bell began to ring. The mechanist turned white, turning his full attention to the blue bell attached to a string near the window.

“Something is wrong,” He declared, making for the door. “I’ve got to go.”

Sokka chased after the man out of the room.

Aang helped Katara back to the ground, but was dragged back into the skies as a group of younger kids from the temple demanded lessons from a real Airbender. This left Katara and Teo alone on the landing stones, watching as Aang showed off some more.

He’s finally starting to relax Katara smirked I feel so awful for what happened, but he’s making peace with it

She felt Teo’s hand reach up, grabbing her massive butt. The Water Tribe slut purred, realising the man had the same idea she did.

“It’s amazing that you can fly with your handicap, Teo,” Katara began, still slightly in awe of flying. “I w-oh!”

Her heartbeat thudded in her ears. Her core clenched, soaking her breeches instantly as she felt something hit the crease in her ass cheeks. The weight of it made her let out a low moan as drool coated her lower lip.

Teo’s fat cock She thought.

“I can do a lot with my handicap, Katara, let me show you,” Teo said seductively, his massive dick twitching against her clothed behind.

“Is Aang still gliding?” Katara asked playfully, placing a finger against her chin. Before Teo could answer, Katara spun around, dropping to her knees to be eye level with the member. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates, her jaw fell slack as she stared at the fat, heavy cock jutting out from Teo’s crotch. 

It’s so fucking thick She thought, licking her lips Nothing like Mir, and thicker than Aang and Sokka!

There was already a considerable amount of Pre-cum leaking from the slit, coating the bulbous head. Her tongue fell from her mouth, stretching out for the head. 

“I want to suck it,” she managed to moan out. Before Teo could reply her lips sealed around the head, sucking every drop of pre-cum off. Her hands went to her breeches, pulling the skin-tight bottoms down to expose her massive ass and soaking cunt. Two fingers desperately jammed themselves into her twat, alleviating some of the ache as her thumb began to bombard her clit. Teo shuddered as his pipe disappeared into her mouth, the cold mountain air juxtaposed against the warm, wet hole of Katara’s throat as she bobbed her head along the turgid member. Drool and pre-cum flowed like a waterfall down the man’s shaft towards his scrotum, sitting between his useless legs.

They look so full Katara thought, moaning as she rubbed her hand up and down the shaft. She pulled back rapidly, pulling off Teo’s cock. Pre-cum and drool slathered her chin. She reached down, removing her parka quickly to expose herself. Her tight tunic had already been pulled down, allowing for her tits to bounce freely. The Waterbender was on her knees, placing her chest onto Teo’s shaft, insulating it from the cold air. Teo’s hand went to the back of her head, pressing it further down his shaft, coated in pre and spit. 

It almost tastes like an airbender cock Katara thought as she sucked hard Gran-Gran always said that Nomads would have overpopulated the world, but there are soooo many fat, massive cocks. I want to fuck them all

“Your mouth is so good,” Teo moaned, pressing her further down the shaft. “Keep sucking, you little slut.”

Ooh, dirty talk Katara moaned Keep degrading me! 

Katara moaned lewdly, fingering herself desperately. Her own orgasm was building, her grool beginning to drip onto the stones. 

Cum in my throat Katara thought, lapping at Teo’s nuts with her tongue I can feel all that cum, desperate to be inside me! 

Teo’s cock twitched and bucked in Katara’s mouth, getting closer.

Cum, cum, cum, need cum need cum! Katara stroked every inch that wasn’t in her mouth, putting her whole upper body into pleasuring Teo. Her cunt clenched, gushing a torrent of squirt onto the ground as her orgasm ripped through her body. She screamed around Teo’s cock, sending the man over the edge.

“I’m cumming!” Teo grunted, slamming Katara’s head all the way down her shaft. “Take it, slut!” 

Katara's scream was cut off as cum erupted from Teo’s shaft, smothering her throat and dumping directly into her stomach, mixing with Aang’s cum to create a testicle soup in her guts. Katara felt her stomach expanding, desperately trying to make room for the gallons upon gallons of cum that were resting in her stomach. 

She pulled off Teo’s cock, gasping for air. “Ohhh fuck,” She retched, coughing up cum and spittle. “Taste so good!” 

Teo’s cock stood erect, coated completely in Katara’s spit. “You’re amazing at sucking cock,” Teo said. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“My throat was moulded for cock,” Katara replied. “So were my pussy, tits, ass, thighs, everything. I was made to serve cock.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to test that theory,” Teo smirked. 

“I agree, so which hole first?” Katara asked, standing up and twirling around to show off her body to Teo. 

“I think pussy,” Teo replied.

“Good, my womb needs a cum bat- shit, here comes Aang!” 

Katara quickly redid her clothes, Teo very rapidly tucking his still erect penis under his tunic. The Monk landed without much fanfare, barely noticing the drool on Katara’s chin.

“Ready to go?” Aang asked Teo.

Teo nodded excitedly. Aang walked towards the open hallway that led further into the Temple. Katara and Teo exchanged a glance, ogling each other’s bodies.

“We’ll finish this later,” Katara promised. The two moved after Aang, following him down the many twisting caverns towards the heart of the temple. Soon enough, they stood again in front of the wood and brass that they had been in front of less than an hour ago.

I can’t believe I’m finally going to see what’s inside Teo thought excitedly, watching as Aang prepared to bend the wind. And after I get to fuck Katara in every hole she has! Today has been great!

The monk spun, building up the wind. His body went low, pressing both his hands out and blasting air up into the horns. The grey-blue shells shuttered before rotating, the air from Aang’s blast venting back out into the air. As they moved, they aligned the tubing of wood and animal hide, allowing the blasts to reach the third shell below, turning it around as they all let out a harmonic blast of wind. The middle tub shot forward, rotating in place to stand up on end as the large doors lurched and swung open rapidly. The trio went inside.

Aang’s heart sank deep. Tears welled up in his eyes at the sight before him. He was ready to retch, his entire body rejecting what his eyes saw. 

The bright red of the Fire Nation filled the room. Sharp metal and weapons of war were everywhere. Scaffolding around a large red sphere, attached by a string to a metal basket, covered by a massive red sheet. Massive metal wheels upon wooden work tables. 

This is a nightmare Aang thought as tears streamed down his face. 

“You don’t understand!” A familiar voice exclaimed. Teo, Katara, and Aang turned around, finding Teo’s own father standing behind them, a desperate look upon his face. Behind the mechanist was Sokka, a shock looked upon his face. 

“You’re making weapons for the Fire Nation!” Aang exclaimed angrily. 

“You make weapons for the Fire Nation?!” Sokka declared, equally as angry. 

“Explain all this! Now!” Teo screeched, his fingers curling around the wheels of his chair.

“It was about a year after we moved here,” the mechanist said, emotion raw in his voice, “Fire Nation soldiers found our settlement. You were too young to remember this, Teo. They were going to destroy everything! Burn it to the ground! I pleaded with them, begged them to spare us. They asked what I had to offer. I…offered my services.”

Tears fell across the mechanist’s face, his shame on full display. He turned to his son. “You must understand, I did this for you!” 

Teo turned his wheel away, tears rolling down his own face. Teo’s father lost his conviction, turning and leaving. Sokka, Katara, Teo, and Aang watched him leave.

“Aang,” Teo said weakly. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“I know,” Aang replied, choking back his fury. “I just need to be alone.”

The monk turned, leaving quickly.

“A-Aang!” Katara called after the monk.

“Let him go, Katara,” Sokka said, moving in front of his sister. “He needs his space right now.” 

Katara shook her head. “This is awful.”

“My own father … makes weapons for the Fire Nation,” Teo said in disbelief.

Katara turned to look at Teo. “Teo, I need your cock.”

Teo looked at Katara in complete confusion. “What?”

“Really, Katara?” Sokka asked. “You’re horny?”

“No, I just don’t want to think about anything right now. This is all too much,” Katara replied. Without another word, she began to strip, removing her parka, exposing her massive rack. The mocha orbs bounced and swayed against her cum-flated stomach, hypnotising the men nearby. Sokka and Teo’s cocks beat against their clothes, desperate to expose themselves to Katara.

“You too, Sokka, the more holes I have filled, the less I can think about all this,” Katara said as she pulled her breeches down, pressing her massive butt towards her brother. Teo had removed his own tunic, leaving the man completely nude in his wheelchair. Katara sauntered over, drawn to the man, a siren call emanating from his cock. Her massive butt swaying hypnotically and in turn drawing Sokka in.

Katara straddled the wheelchair, her soaked cunt screaming out for Teo’s cock.

“In my pussy, right?” Katara asked seductively. 

“Oh yeah,” Teo grinned, reaching up to grope her tits. 

“Mouth or ass, Sokka?” Katara asked, glancing behind herself. Sokka was in the process of removing his clothes. “I’ll warn you, Teo and Aang have already dumped a few gallons down my throat, so my asshole feels neglected.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I was planning on reshaping that ass of yours,” Sokka replied wolfishly. 

“Mmmhm, good, in that case, I’ll get Teo’s cock acquainted with my womb,” Katara replied. She was on her tiptoes, guiding the thick cock towards her tight snatch. It was weeping, dripping its squirt down on Teo’s member, which was itself leaking pre-cum. Katara lowered herself, kissing Teo’s cock head with her lower lips. Easily, it slipped inside. Teo winced at the tightness of Katara’s cunt, an almost crushing tightness. Katara moaned, tracing her hand against her lower stomach, feeling the massive bulge that was snaking its way up her body.

“S-sooo thick,” Katara moaned. “Fuck! I can feel it coring out my cunt!” 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Teo grunted. “I want to flood your fucking womb!”

“Yes, dump all your cum in my womb, that’s what it’s made for,” Katara moaned, her tongue falling from her mouth, “It’s just a disposal for cu-“

Her words were cut off, turning into a moan. Her arms were suddenly locked in place, two strong hands gripping her upper arms. Sokka’s cock bored its way up Katara’s ass, stretching her back hole. 

“If that’s what your womb is for, what’s your ass for?” Sokka growled, sinking his cock slowly but without hesitation into his sister’s ass. 

“Ohhh,” Katara moaned. “It’s for cum toooo~! My entire body is uhmph built for cum! So fill me ‘till I break!”

“You don’t have to tell us twice, right, Teo?” Sokka growled, spanking his sister’s massive ass, causing her endless cheeks to ripple and clap. 

“You’re right,” Teo grunted. “I’m gonna mould this cunt to be my cock’s personal sleeve!”

He reached up, pulling Katara all the way down to his base. Katara shrieked her way through an orgasm as Teo’s cock punched into her womb. Stars were in Katara’s eyes as her tongue leapt from her mouth. Sokka, in turn, sank his cock all the way inside Katara, his pelvis slamming into her ass.

I’m stuffed with cock! Katara thought It feels soooo good! 

“Fuck me! Turn my body into your cock’s personal cum dumping grounds,” Katara moaned. “Reshape my holes!”

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Sokka grunted as he began to thrust hard into Katara.

“I am! I am! I am a dirty little cum slut! A stupid little cum whore!” Katara moaned. “A cock addicted bimbo, so give me a hit of what I live for!” 

“Take it, bitch!” Teo grunted, using all his upper arm strength to move Katara’s body up and down his member. 

“That’s right, Katara, you’re a bitch, right?” Sokka grunted, grabbing her ponytail and yanking hard.

“Yesss!” Katara screamed. “I am a bitch! I am a bitch!”

Sokka spanked Katara’s ass hard, leaving a red mark.

“YES SPANK ME! TURN MY BODY INTO YOUR COCK’S PLEASURE TOY!” Katara moaned. “A LIVING SEX TOY! THAT’S ME! A BITCH! A CUM SLUT! A LIVING SEX TOY!”

“Damn, Katara,” Teo chuckled. “I’ve barely even started, and you’re soaking my lap.”

“IT’S BECAUSE MY CUNT IS WEEPING!” Katara moaned. “IT’S WEPTING IN JOY FROM BEING USED TO GET SOMEONE OFF! MY CUNT IS A GLORIFIED SEX TOY!”

“Scream louder so the whole temple can hear how much of a cum slut bitch my sister is!” Sokka grunted. “Then maybe I’ll flood your guts with my cum!”

“PLEASE! PLEASE, MY ASS FEELS SO EMPTY WITHOUT CUM!” Katara moaned, “GIVE ME ENOUGH CUM THAT IT COMES OUT OF MY FUCKING NOSE WHILE YOU DUMP IT IN MY ASS! I WANT TO BE STUFFED TO THE BRIM WITH CUM! GIVE ME CUM! GIVE THIS BITCH CUM!”

“You heard her, Teo,” Sokka chuckled. “We should oblige, after all, her holes are so inviting.”

“I agree, Sokka,” Teo replied, wincing. “Take it, bitch!”

“Take it, slut!” Sokka added. 

Both men hilted themselves to the base inside Katara’s holes. The Water Tribe bimbo moaned lewdly and loudly, echoing down the hallways. Her body went limp, the entirety of her weight being held up by Teo on her hips and Sokka on her arms. A moment later, Katara’s brain shut off from overstimulation, only able to register the feeling of hot sticky cum erupting into her womb and guts. Sokka and Teo’s balls dumped gallon after gallon of testicle tar into Katara, stuffing the Bimbo as she had wanted, nearly to the brim. A spider web of drool was in Katara’s mouth as she silently screamed her way through her own orgasm. 

After a few moments, both men released their grips, leaving Katara to collapse to the floor. Cum leaked from her cunt and ass, pooling around her thighs. She was slick with sweat, shaking slightly in aftershock. 

Teo and Sokka both grunted, their flaccid cocks coated with the juices of Katara. “She is insatiable,” Teo commented.

“Yeah,” Sokka said. “She’s a real whore.”

The sound of footsteps brought Teo and Sokka’s attention down the hallway. Aang was approaching, his staff clicking against the stone tiles.

“Aang,” Sokka called to him.

“Oh shit,” Teo winced, worrying that he had just been caught boning the Avatar’s girl.

“Teo, get dressed,” Aang said sternly. “We need to speak with your father.”

The mechanist sat sulking in his workshop, placing a candle into the wicker basket of his old experiment. He let the item go, watching the sphere fill with hot air and rise off the ground. The door opened, bringing his attention around. Teo and Aang stood there, staring the man down.

“When are they coming?” Aang asked.

“Soon,” the mechanist replied. He looked at his flash-candle. The spark powder burst a single time. One hour after midday. “Very soon.”

“You can’t give them more weapons,” Aang pleaded. 

“If I don’t give them what they want, they will destroy this place!” The mechanist exclaimed. Above their heads, the candle set the sphere on fire, causing the item to plummet to the floor between Aang, Teo, and the mechanist. The latter dropped to his knees, pulling out a thick sheet. He tossed it over the flames, smothering it with ease.

“How can I be proud of you when your inventions are being used for murder?” Teo asked sadly. 

“I need some time to think,” the mechanist replied, looking away from his son.

The bell in the window began to ring. The blood drained from Teo’s father’s face, fear clear upon it. 

“You need to leave,” He said to the Avatar and his son. “Go!”

“We’re not leaving,” Teo growled.

“Then hide, quickly,” the mechanist pleaded, pushing the two into a corner of the room. He turned, pulling on a rope. A wheel built into the floorboards spun rapidly. A large square of wood on the floor flipped open. A moment later, an old man in Fire Nation garb rose upon a wooden platform.

“You know better than to keep me waiting,” growled the Fire Nation representative. His grey hair was in a top knot with a large goatee. He marched forward, sternly. “Give me what you owe us so I can be on my way.”

Teo and Aang watched silently from the corner of the room. Teo’s father dropped his head shamefully, conflict clear on his face.

“Well?” The Fire Nation man grunted. “Is there a problem?”

“No, war minister,” the mechanist sputtered, putting his hands up. “Right this way.”

Forgive me, Teo he thought, turning towards the door. 

A gust of wind filled the room, closing the open wooden door, and second, a work desk was placed across the floor, blocking the now shut threshold. Aang fluttered through the air, landing with grace upon the table, leering at the war minister. 

“The deal is off,” The Avatar stated sternly. 

“The Avatar,” the war minister said in almost an amazed disbelief. 

“Aang, don’t get involved,” the mechanist pleaded.

“If I don’t get what I came for, the Fire Nation will burn this place to rubble,” the war minister barked, pointing at the mechanist.

“Get out of here!” Aang ordered, sending a massive gust of wind at the war minister. It blew the man off his feet, slamming into the desk across the room from him, “You’re leaving empty-handed.”

“Then the destruction of this temple will be on your head,” The War Minister declared as he scrambled over to the secret entrance he had used. Aang air bent the door closed. 

“This is bad,” Sokka declared upon hearing what Aang had done. “Very bad!” 

Aang and Teo had reconvened with Sokka and Katara, who was now back on her feet and fully clothed, as the Water Tribe siblings were heading towards the mechanist’s workshop. 

“Aang, what are we gonna do?” Katara asked desperately. “How can we possibly keep them all away?”

“I’ll tell you how. We have something they don’t,” Aang replied, pointing to the sky, “Air power. We control the sky. That’s something the Fire Nation can’t do. We can win.”

“I want to help,” A familiar voice called. The quartet turned to see the mechanist, standing in the threshold of the tower.

“Good,” Aang nodded, “We’ll need it.”

Less than an hour later, every able-bodied man and woman was gathered inside The mechanist’s workshop. Many were nervous, but there was an underlying resolve and determination to defend their new home. The mechanist and Sokka stood on one side of the work table, Aang, Katara, Teo, and the others waiting to hear the plan. 

“We finally got the war balloon working,” The mechanist declared, quieting everyone down, “Thanks to Sokka.” He gestured to the Water Tribe warrior. “This boy is a genius.”

“Thank you,” Sokka said bashfully. “You’re a genius!” 

“Thank you,” the mechanist beamed. 

Aang and Katara exchanged a glance, waiting for the actual battle plan. 

“See, the problem with the old war balloon was you could get it airborne, but once you did, it just kept going,” Sokka demonstrated this with another model balloon, placing the candle into the wicker basket. This one had two strings attached to it, allowing the Warrior to pull it back down before it caught ablaze. “You could put a hole in the top, but then all the hot air would escape. So the question became, how do you keep a lid on hot air?”

“If only we knew,” Katara whispered to Aang and Teo, earning a chuckle from the monk and the man in the chair. 

“A lid is actually the answer!” Sokka explained with a smile. He pulled a string, causing a pot-lid-like contraption at the top of the model to open and close. “If you control the hot air, you control the war balloon.”

Katara grunted in amazement. She crossed her arms, pushing up her massive tits towards her brothers. “That’s actually pretty smart.”

“Thanks,” Sokka replied, gazing without shame at his sister’s chest. He shook his head, trying to focus as his cock stirred in his pants. “Okay, we have the armour and weapons from the War Chest. However, we’ll be up against firebenders, meaning we need to keep them as far back as possible. If they breach the wall,s this battle is over. We’ve also got four types of bombs: Smoke, slime, fire, and-“

“Stink!” The mechanist exclaimed with a smile. “Never underestimate the power of stink!”

The people of the temple all exchanged sceptical glances with one another.

“Stink?” One of them asked.

“It’ll disorient them,” the mechanist elaborated. “And the slime, when mixed with the snow around the mountainside, should make the ground impassable. As Sokka noted, our actual weapons can’t match firebenders. We need to win this battle before they breach our walls.” 

Just before sunset, dozens of gliders were lined up on the familiar stone landing. Katara and Aang loaded dozens of “bombs” into Appa’s saddle, planning to use the Sky Bison as a mid-air reload station. Sokka, the mechanist, and a few other engineers were around the back of the temple, working rapidly to retrofit the lid onto the balloon. 

“They’re coming!” A voice called. 

A few dozen of the younger kids had taken to the skies whilst the adults prepped, using their superior speed and small size to scout the advancing troops.

“Are we ready?” Teo asked his people. 

“Yes, but where is Sokka with the war balloon?” Katara asked desperately.

“We’ll have to start without it,” Aang replied, unfurling his glider. “Buy them time. They should almost be done.”

Aang marched to the front of the fleet, taking to the skies. Katara pushed Teo off, giving him a boost in speed as he took off. A few dozen other Gliders took off as well, to the cheers of those still on the ground. 

The Fire Nation soldiers, far below, march rank and file, one by one, up the narrow switchbacks of the mountain pass.

Perfect, that’s the only way up for non-benders Aang thought. The gliders dove, disappearing into clouds near the Fire Nation army. They emerged in rapid succession, arching up and flying over spearmen mere feet above their heads. The Soldiers panicked, ducking as the Airwailkers buzzed overhead. The Airwalkers released payloads, slamming slime and rocks down upon the men. The Fire Nation lines fell to pieces for a moment. A smoke bomb erupted in tandem with a fire bomb, sending a few Fire Nation men screaming over the ledge, plummeting through the clouds. 

“Take them out of the sky!” Commanded the Fire Nation squad leader. “Now!”

The Spearmen through their own weapons. Many missed. Some hit, grazing Gliders. Others found a better purchase, tearing through the cloth, collapsing the glider. A few Airwalkers took the spears in more fatal places, losing their grip on their gliders and falling through the clouds. 

“Smoke screen!” Teo commanded, diving into another attack pattern. A few followed behind him. Aang bent gusts of wind after the Airwalkers. The gliders banked at the last second, bombarding the mountainside with black smoke. Another round of fire and slime followed, collapsing the front lines of the Fire Nation troops. Aang dropped low, releasing himself from his glider. He formed an Air Scooter, racing along the mountainside. A massive avalanche formed. He ripped through the ground, turning the snow into powder. He leapt up into the air, reclaiming his glider. The Fire Nation soldiers were soon covered in an even thicker smoke screen of snow. He banked around, linking up with Teo.

Looking down the mountainside, they spotted dozens of soldiers fleeing from the smoke and snow screens.

“We’ve got ‘em on the run!” Aang exclaimed. “We need more slime!” 

High above the cloud line, Katara and Momo were generously handing out bomb after bomb as the Airwalkers banked up for more ammunition. A massive metal chain ripped through the clouds, slashing through the Appa’s leg. The Sky Bison roared, banking to avoid several more chains as they erupted through the cloud line. The massive metal chains dug into the snow-covered rocks. Katara shrieked, holding on desperately to the saddle. 

What the fuck?! Katara wondered as the chains went tight. Teo, Aang, and the Airwalkers flew overhead, trying to examine what was coming. Massive metal wheels with sharp spikes dug through the mountainside. Massive, sleek metal tanks rolled up the side of the mountain.

Shit! Teo thought with gritted teeth. The airwalkers went through slime and fire bombs, finding them completely worthless. Aang dove directly in, collapsing his staff and plummeting into the stones. His wooden staff found purchase, digging underneath the hook. He threw his weight backwards, hearing a straining crack in his staff. A moment later, the chain came loose, sending the tank plummeting. Aang unfurled his staff, boosting himself with an air blast. A moment later, a second chain erupted from the tank, saving itself. Aang had the contort, barely avoiding the chain as it flew upwards. 

The tanks reached the stretch of snow-covered stones between the mountainside path and the walls of the temple. Openings in the tanks erupted with fire blasts, arching high through the air towards the Airwalkers. Several gliders were hit, sending the Gliders screaming to the ground. The braver of the gliders went low, laying down another smoke screen. A lucky shot saw a slime bomb fly into the opening of a tank, but it did nothing. 

Aang landed in the middle of the tanks, folding up his staff. With a large gust of wind and snow, Aang swung wildly, exerting himself to summon enough force to send the massive metal beasts flying. Five tanks put down, the Avatar panted wildly. The tanks landed upside down, but the middle section rolled over independently of the chassis, righting itself.

Shit! Aang swore, gritting his teeth. With a blast of smoke, they took off again, with several tanks erupting with fire blasts at Aang. The Avatar felt burns licking at his body all over. Still, the Avatar fought on, leaping onto a tank to try and avoid the blasts.

“Those things are unstoppable!” Katara exclaimed in horror as Appa flew overhead. 

“I think I know how they work,” Teo replied calmly. “I remember my dad tinkering with a counterbalancing system, something to do with water. Works great, huh?”

“Water?” Katara replied. “Can you get me close to one?!”

“No problem!”

Katara leapt from Appa’s saddle to Teo’s wheelchair. Teo pulled on his handles, banking low towards Aang, who was now against a stone wall, barely keeping up with the fire blasts being levied at him. His clothes had almost completely burned away, and much of his skin was covered in first-degree burns. Teo swooped over her head, dropping Katara into the snow.

The waterbender took a ready stance. Aang moved in front of her, covering her from the first blasts.

I can feel the water Katara closed her eyes, beginning to bend the snow in front of her Focus, Katara

She let out a long, low exhale, turning the snow beneath her feet to pure ice. The trail of ice snaked its way towards the tank, stopping the metal beast in its tracks. Katara closed his fists, freezing the water in the counter-balancing system. Several bolt bursts from the piping, crippling the tank.

Yes! Katara cheered.

A chain brought Aang and Katara’s attention around as it wrapped around Aang’s staff. Katara turned the snow to ice again, bending a massive ice sheath, pulling the tank off the ground. The waterbender grunted in exertion as she turned the tank on its side, letting the weight of the thing collapse it to the ground. Katara and Aang took another ready stance, only to realise several tanks and dozens of soldiers were now upon them.

Aang leapt to the front, once again deflecting fire blasts. Two tanks rolled forward, cornering the group. Appa suddenly landed, digging his horns into the front of the tanks. With a massive, deep roar, Appa flipped the tanks over. Aang and Katara scrambled up Appa’s tail, leaping into the saddle. Appa took off, deftly dodging fireballs. 

“We’re out of bombs!” Teo called as Appa, and the airwalkers flew back to the stone landing. The group landed, preparing for the soldiers to brace the walls. Medics began to treat the wounded who had managed to return. Katara pulled the water from her pouch, soaking most of Aang’s body to heal the surface burns. 

“Come on, Sokka, where’s that balloon?” Katara wondered. 

As if on queue, a massive red balloon flew from behind the temple. The mechanist and Sokka were in the large metal basket. Three massive bombs of slime dripping the forest green liquid weighed the war balloon down. They floated out over the battlefield, bracing for impact. And yet, not a single blast came for them.

“Hey, why aren’t they shooting at us?” Sokka asked in confusion. 

“The insignia!” The mechanist exclaimed. “They think we’re on their side!”

“Then I guess they won’t see this coming,” Sokka chuckled, cutting the ropes on the bombs with his knife.

“Bombs away!” The mechanist cheered.

The three massive slime bombs plummeted to the ground. They erupted in a massive wave of green, turning the snow into a slick, impassable terrain. Even the tanks inside began to slide. A moment later, chains erupted from the tanks, embedding into the stone and keeping them in place. Some of the smarter men grabbed the tanks, forming chains of men who refused to leave. 

“Oh no,” Sokka said in horror. “That was the last one.”

The tanks began to climb the final hurdle, inching closer and closer to the temple. 

Tears formed in Sokka’s eyes. We failed He realised. He sniffed, choking back the tears. He began to actually choke as the smell of rotten eggs hit his senses.

“Wait a second!” The mechanist exclaimed. “You smell that?”

“Rotten eggs,” Sokka said. He leaned over the edge of the war balloon, spotting a massive chasm below. “There! That’s where the gas is escaping!” 

An idea hit Sokka’s head. He turned around, pulling his knife out again. He pulled at the loosely bolted coal engine from the floor of the balloon. 

“What are you doing?!” The mechanist exclaimed. “That’s our fuel source!”

“It’s the only bomb we’ve got,” Sokka replied. 

With a massive grunt, Sokka grabbed the burning engine with his gloved hand. He pulled it over, letting the weight of the heavy metal beast pull it tumbling over the edge of the balloon and down the chasm. It bounced against the sides of the chasm, echoing with metal thudding as it disappeared. Sokka and the mechanist waited, hearts thudding in their chests. 

A moment later, a series of massive explosions rocked the mountainside. Katara, Aang, Teo, and everyone else in the temple covered their ears, gritting their teeth in fear as the entire temple shuddered. The blast of air sent the war balloon tumbling through the air. Grey-brown smoke filled the air for a moment. A second later, the high winds of the mountain blew it away.

Where the Fire Nation soldiers had been was now a massive gaping hole of stone. Chains from the tanks were dangling, now connected to nothing. 

“Look!” Aang called, pointing to the soldiers who had survived. “They’re retreating!” 

The airwalkers began to cheer; victory was theirs.

“We’re going down!” Sokka screamed as the war balloon plummeted by. Without hesitation, Aang leapt into the air, chasing down the war balloon. 

“No!” Katara exclaimed. “Sokka, hold on!”

In the basket of the balloon, Sokka tied a rope to his boomerang, watching the Monk diving towards them.

“Get ready,” He said to the mechanist as he began twirling his improvised grappling hook. Aang flew by, banking around them and heading back towards the temple. Sokka threw his boomerang. It wrapped around the Avatar’s legs. The mechanist grabbed Sokka tightly as the Warrior wrapped the rope around his arms. They were pulled from the balloon as it disappeared below the clouds.

It was sunset proper now. The wounded were being treated, the dead mourned. Aang had changed into another set of his gi, his burns completely healed by Katara. Teo and his father had ordered some supplies to be loaded into Appa as the trio prepared to leave. Katara, Aang, Sokka, Teo, and his father were gathered in one of the dead gardens on the northern side of the temple. 

“You know what?” The monk mused. “I’m really glad you guys all live here now. I realised it’s like the hermit crab. Maybe you weren’t born here, but you found this empty shell and made it your home. And now you protect each other.”

“That means a lot, coming from you,” Teo smiled. 

“Aang, you were right about air power,” Sokka added, pointing up. “As long as we’ve got the skies, we’ll have the Fire Nation on the run!”

That statement caused cheers to erupt from all of the Airwalkers, toasting their victory.

In the cold dead of night, war minister Qin and some of his surviving benders trudged through the snows, recovering bodies, taking prisoners, and looking for survivors. In the dead, bare woods, soldiers alerted Qin to something they had found. A balloon with the Fire Nation insignia, though lacking anything in the basket.  A bender held his fire up, inflating the balloon.

“This defeat is the gateway to many victories,” Qin mused in an oily voice.