Avatar XXX: Tales of the Earth Kingdom

Sneers’s stomach was growling the loudest, prompting the portly man to put his hand to his guts. “This is ridiculous!” He growled in a rage. “We never went hungry before!”

“We never had to sleep in alleyways either,” Smellerbee replied with a dismissive tone. The bags under her eyes were heavy as they slipped across her face to glower at Sneers. “Things change.”

“They shouldn’t have,” Sneers answered. “We let ourselves be kicked out by seamstresses and children. We should have stayed, shown them what it meant to fight the good fight. They lost their faith in Jet; they should have been the ones who left!”

He scrambled to his feet with his declaration. Smellerbee and Sneers both looked at the man in question. Jet was leaning up against the building they were all squatting in front of. His bushy brown hair was matted against his head. His eyes seemed almost sunken into his skull. He was unmoving, letting the piece of wheatstock in his mouth hang from his lip. The Freedom Fighter was as silent as the archer sat next to him. He’d been like that for a while, saying less than a handful of words each day. The quartet had no idea where exactly they were going. They seemed to simply wander from town to town, begging for scraps and coin along the way.

“C’mon, Jet, where’s your fight?” Sneers demanded, clenching his hands into fists. Jet’s eyes moved, but not the rest of his head, looking up at Sneers and seeming to look right through him.

Sneers’s face twisted up in disgust for a moment. “Alright, fine. If you’re gonna be that way, then you can stay here.”

Sneers turned on his heels, moving away from the group.

“Sneers, where are you going?” Smellerbee called.

“The Fire Nation colonies,” Sneers replied, looking over his shoulder. “That’s a start. If you want to keep prying this parasite from our lands, you’ll come to.”

Smellerbee shuffled for a moment, sitting up a bit straighter like she was about to get to her feet. She turned her head at the last moment, looking at Jet and Longshot. The silent archer leaned forward, his big eyes shifting back and forth between her and Jet. Their leader remained like the statue he had been all day, not moving a single muscle, like the words had not entered his ears at all. Smellerbee shrank, sitting back against the wall and turned to Sneers with a regretful face.

“Ridiculous,” Sneers shook his head. That was the last word he spoke before the portly man disappeared into the crowd, leaving the quartet only three strong.

The trio went silent again, letting their growling stomachs fill the space that would normally be occupied by conversation. Smellerbee pulled her feet up, letting her head fall onto her knees. She hid her face from the world for a few minutes, listening to her stomach growling incessantly.

“Hey, how much?” The words seemed to cut through the midday haze that had settled onto the group. Smellerbee raised her head, for a moment thinking the words were directed at her. She soon realised it was a man speaking rather loudly across the street. He was a balding fellow with no hair on top of his head at all. He was big in categories: arms, torso, legs, neck, and head. He was speaking to a statuesque beauty, whose curvaceous body of big breasts, big thighs, big buttocks, and small waist was draped in see-through green silks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her face was beaten with makeup, vaguely resembling the famous Kyoshi Warrior-Whores. Her hair was up in tight not, black silk reaching into the air. The rest of their conversation, Smellerbee could not hear, but soon enough, the man produced a rather large bag of coins, and he and the woman stepped inside the building.

Smellerbee’s eyes flicked up, reading the words that were painted on a wooden panel over the building’s doorway.

A whore house? Smellerbee realised. Her stomach growled again. As did Jet’s and Longshot’s.

She rested her head against the side of her arm, which was wrapped around her knees. She watched as another beauty of impressive proportions came out. Her body was wrapped in red sashes of satin, teasing her pussy between her thunderous thighs. Two big breasts, bigger than her head, were teased as well, leading up to a gorgeous silver collar on her neck, where all the fabrics on her body flowed from.

Smellerbee’s stomach growled again, compelling the Freedom Fighter to her feet. She stood for a moment, breathing hard to keep the dizziness that often accompanied movement now from the lack of food at bay.

“Longshot,” She said. “I know it's still the dead of winter, but go into the woods and try and hunt something. We’ll meet at the gate where we came into town at sunset, okay?”

Longshot didn’t say a word; instead, he simply rose from his seat, grabbed his quiver and his bow, and strolled off towards the gate in question to head into the woods. Smellerbee turned her head and looked at Jet. She stepped towards him, bringing his attention up. His head rolled slightly, the only movement he had made all day.

“Whatever happened with the Avatar doesn’t matter. We’re going to get through this,” Smellerbee stated. “Sneers may be an asshole, but he’s right. We’re not out of this fight yet. The Freedom Fighters are going to come back from this.”

Jet dropped his head, saying nothing to Smellerbee. She didn’t say anything else either. She turned on her heels and marched across the road to the brothel. The thicc woman at the door looked down at her, blowing some smoke from a hand-rolled cigar.

“Hey there, little man,” She said with a sultry tone. “You looking to have yourself some fun tonight?”

“I’m a girl,” Smellerbee replied with a grunt.

“Well, we got plenty of girls who like girls too,” She smiled. “Why don’t you come in and take your pick?”

“I’m not here to pick, I’m here to get picked. My friends and I need money,” Smellerbee replied. “Would you let me work here for a few days?”

A smile crept across the woman’s face. She leaned down, being far taller than the short freedom fighter and wearing heels. Smellerbee’s eyes dropped for a moment to observe the way the woman’s massive breasts hung off her chest, straining the satin sashes.

“Hmmm,” the woman said, examining her. “Your skin’s rough.” She commented. “You’re kinda small too, no offence.

“Are you talking about my height or my tits?” Smellerbee asked.

“Both, I guess,” The woman replied. “I understand that not every woman develops like me, but you must know most of our male clients prefer girls with tits bigger than their heads. Not little buds that haven’t flowered yet.”

Smellerbee kept a straight face, despite feeling quite insulted. “Listen, I might not have tits that permanently contort my spine or a set of ass cheeks that enter a room a minute after my body, but I am a good lay. And I can handle monstrously big cocks. Doesn’t matter if it's six inches or sixteen, I can handle it.”

The woman nodded. “Alright, I’ll let you talk to my boss. I don’t make decisions like that. We’ve helped plenty of women trying to move along to Ba-Sing-Se. They come in, work a few nights, and get enough money to afford passports for the ferry, so I’m sure she won’t say no.”

“Ferry?” Smellerbee said. “What ferry?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t say such things so loudly. I just figured … you and your friends have been sitting there all day, you looked like the typical refugee,” She shrugged. “C’mon, let’s get inside.”

She turned and gestured for Smellerbee to follow. The Freedom Fighter tossed one last look over her shoulder at Jet, then went inside.

Smellerbee shifted through the big lounge room on the first floor of the brothel. Her fingers picked at the silk panties that she had been given, which kept riding up into her small, perky butt cheeks, turning into a thong.

This is a new problem Smellerbee thought. Her face paint was gone, replaced with blush and eyeliner and lipstick. Her nipples were covered with some pasties, with tassels of gold dangling off them. Her bushy head of shaggy brown hair had been combed out. The stylist of the brothel had determined it was too short to do anything too fancy with, and it had instead been put up into a simple bun. The den was full of the stench of hookah and sex. Smellerbee was far and away the smallest girl in the room. Each of the other whores was taller, bustier, and thicker. The female Freedom Fighter waded through the crowds of all sexes, trying to find someone willing to pay some coins for her body.

She spotted a younger fellow, probably in his early thirties. He wasn’t taken yet. A simple man, wearing the basic greens and browns of the Kingdom. His basic brown hair was in a top knot, with large sideburns on the side of his face. Smellerbee’s eyes dipped to examine his crotch, finding nothing impressive about his bulge.

Well, if he’s nothing impressive, then he can’t complain about me, I suppose The Freedom Fighter thought. She shifted through the crowd, keeping her tired eyes locked on him. She was only a few feet from him when a tall woman with olive skin and tits as big as Smellerbee’s torso appeared seemingly from nowhere and scooped him up. The man’s face lit up with excitement as he followed her away to one of the rooms. Smellerbee came to a dead stop and grunted angrily, seizing her hands up in rage for a moment.

“You okay, new girl?” Ask another whore in a mocking tone. Smellerbee turned her head to find an hourglass-shaped woman with silky brown hair draped in greenish silks that left nothing to the imagination. She was puffing on tobacco. “You’re better off selling your skills to our local blacksmith with a body like that. I’m amazed our boss took you in. I’ve never seen another woman work here who didn’t have big back-breaking breasts or an ass that couldn’t fit through the front door.”

“Just because my body isn’t like an artist's lewd drawing doesn’t mean I can’t fuck like a whore,” Smellerbee answered in her raspy voice.

The woman chuckled, grinning and putting a hand over her mouth. “We’ll see about that. I doubt any man would take a woman built like you when there’s a woman built like me.” She crushed her tobacco into the ashtray on the counter and stepped forward towards a group of men who had just entered. Smellerbee watched as she walked up to the leader of the men, pressing her huge tits into his chest.

“Hey, handsome~” She purred, putting one of her thunderous thighs forward. The man’s face lit up. Smellerbee looked away, rolling her eyes, understanding perfectly how that was going to end.

When she looked back, they were gone, and other whores were descending on the group. Smellerbee huffed and moved in, drawing up to one of the guys.

“Hi there, handsome~” She purred, bringing a hand up to his chest.

He was a portly man with thinning brown hair and a red face. He looked down at Smellerbee and recoiled a bit. “Hey, no thanks, I’m not gay.”

“I’m a girl,” Smellerbee replied.

The man’s eyes opened wide at the news. Before either of them could say another word, a different whore scooped him up and escorted him away. Smellerbe blew a huff of air out of her lips, aimed upwards at where her shaggy hair normally sat.

“E-excuse me,” A soft, genderless voice said. “Are you taken?”

Smellerbee turned her head to find herself, surprisingly, at eye level with the person talking. They had long, silky black hair that went down to their hips, combed and pampered. A heart-shaped face with full, kissable lips and long eyelashes that framed a big, round set of emerald green eyes. Their frame was slender and completely amorphous under a baggy green and brown tunic and breeches. Their hands were picking together in front of them.

“No,” Smellerbee replied.

“Oh, okay, never mind,” They dipped their head and turned to walk away. Smellerbee grunted in annoyance and grabbed their shoulder.

“I meant ‘no, I’m not taken’,” Smellerbee stated.

“Oh,” They said, turned back to Smellerbee. “I … I have some coin.” They fished into their pocket and pulled out a small bag. It was big enough for Smellerbee to almost close her fist around. She peeked inside, finding it to be mostly copper and bronze pieces with an occasional silver piece.

It’s better than nothing the Freedom Fighter decided.

Smellerbee and her client retreated to one of the rooms in the back. The door shut and locked; they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Okay, where do you want me?” Smellerbee asked.

The client let out a breath, clearly tense. “Uhhh … just on the bed is fine.”

Smellerbee got into the bed, rolling onto her back and spread her legs. There was a moment where nothing happened, and the two simply stared at one another.

“Well?” Smellerbee asked. “Are you going to fuck me or not?’

“S-sorry, I’m just nervous,” the client replied. Their hands reached down, pulling their tunic off, revealing a surprisingly slender figure, but with some fat on their upper chest. Smellerbee’s brow furrowed.

Do they have breasts? The Freedom Fighter wondered.

The client dropped their pants, and her inquiry left her head, as a massive elephant-snake of a cock fell to the floor with a hard WHUD!! Smellerbee leapt forward to the edge of the bed to get a good look at it. Even flaccid, it was longer than the client’s leg, with a fist-sized head that was leaking seed.

Fuck me! Smellerbee thought. Her jaw dropped. Her cunt throbbed. She looked up, staring straight into the client’s eyes. “Get inside me.”

The massive, flaccid cock bucked at the words, like an apex predator rousing itself from sleep. Smellerbee licked her lips, feeling her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.

“This thing is gonna have to go up my ass,” She declared. “No way my pussy has enough space for it. And I want every inch I can take.”

The client looked up, a bit of nervousness in their eyes. “I … a-are you sure. I’ve never put it in anyone’s ass before.”

“Have you ever even used it?” Smellerbee asked.

“No,” They shook their head.

“Good, now’s the time to learn,” she turned and dropped her upper half onto the mattress, pushing her small butt into the air. Smellerbee arched her back, making her decently sized cheeks look bigger. Her cunt was drooling, glistening in the lamplight of the room. The client got into the bed, wielding the massive lance of a cock with both hands. It was still thin when fully erect, but jutted out from their crotch like the mast of a ship. Smellerbee bit her lip, shaking slightly with anticipation as the bulbous head kissed her back door.

“Take it nice and slow. You’re gonna wanna stretch me out a bit before you really start giving it to me,” Smellerbee stated.

“O-okay,” the client answered. Smellerbee’s stubby fingers gripped the bedsheets, bracing as she felt her asshole being opened by the bulbous, spongy head. She gritted her teeth as a mixture of pleasure and pain washed over her.

At least it didn’t get any thicker! She thought as the huge head disappeared into her tight hole. She groaned with pleasure as the cock began to slowly, but unrelentingly, march into her. The throbbing veins of the impressive member were pounding hard against Smellerbee’s snug guts. Her mouth opened to let a few moans spill out.

“Ooooh~” The client moaned. “Y-you feel nice~”

“This cooooock~” Smellerbee groaned. “It’s sooooo th-thick~”

“D-do you want me to stop?” The client asked in a concerned tone.

“Noooooooooo~” Smellerbee mewled, gripping the sheets tightly, whiteknuckling her digits. “Don’t stop~! Deeper~! Deeper~! Plunge this bitch breaker into my guts~!”

The client’s hands grabbed Smellerbee’s hips, gripping the only slightly shapely midsection of the Freedom Fighter’s body. They thrust forward, plunging their cock into Smellerbee like quenching a sword. The massive bulge in Smellerbee’s stomach jutted forward and disappeared under her chest plate. She wheezed as her lungs were forcefully compressed to make room for more of the dick in her belly. The throbbing veins were making Smellerbee’s soft skin throb from the inside out. Her hand shifted back, feeling the huge shape that was rising off her stomach. The massive member bucked inside of her, lifting Smellerbee off the bed for a moment. She let out a squeal of pleasure as all of her weight was dangled by the long dick. Her cunt contracted around nothing, spraying a torrent of squirt that flicked through the air like a Waterbender’s attack. Smellerbee crashed back down on the bed haphazardly, limbs flailing as she landed. The client was pounding into her at this point; Smellerbee’s guts had been stretched enough to let them piston their hips back and forth.

PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~!

“Haaah~! Haaaah~! Haaaaah~!” Smellerbee’s vision was blurring as her body rocked back and forth in tandem with the thrusts. Her meagre ass was absorbing blow after brutal blow as her client used her asshole like a toy. The bulge in Smellerbee’s stomach shunted up under her chestplate. The Freedom Fighter could feel the throb of the cock’s puffy veins against her heartbeat, competing in her chest.

This thing is massive~! Smellerbee thought, wincing hard Maybe I shouldn’t have asked for deeper!

And deeper it could still go. Smellerbee’s eyes shot open wide, round and white like dinner plates as she felt the crotch of her client slam into her perky cheeks. The massive, heavy nut sack swung forward, slamming into Smellerbee’s Mound of Venus and pressing into her clit. She gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, screaming as she came hard. Her snug guts gripped the client’s cock tighter, threatening to snap the dick off. The client let out a groan, tightening their grip on Smellerbee’s hips. Her cunt contracted hard around nothing, letting out a gushing spray of squirt that collided with the client’s heavy, sagging sack.

“You’re s-sooo tiiiight~” They exclaimed, throwing their head back and puckering their soft lips into a tight o-shape. Smellerbee could feel the client’s fingers pressing on her hip bones.

“You’re soooooooo biiiiiiiiiiiig~” Smellerbee moaned, her eyes rolling deep into the back of her head. Her tongue was hanging from her slack jaw, slobber falling from the pink appendage and staining the bed. Her cuntspray soaked the client’s legs and ran down to the bedsheets behind her as well. Smellerbee’s whole body was writhing like the cock inside of her was a live wire. The client’s cock bucked and battered Smellerbee’s soft innards with its hard form, lifting the Freedom Fighter off the bed again. Smellerbee shrieked as she was hoisted into the air. Her twat tightened again as all of her weight was now being held aloft by her guts. So close to her first orgasm, Smellerbee experienced her second. Another torrential flood of arousal was ejected from her cunt, spraying down and striking the client’s crotch. The sheets were pulled up in fistfuls as Smllerbee was hoisted into the air. The massive cudgel of a cock that was lodged inside of her engorged itself. Smellerbee retched as something salty hit the back of her tongue. She sealed her slips, swirling the swill around.

It’s pre! She realised How fucking far up my ass is this thing?~!

She slammed back down onto the bed. The client surged forward, slamming their hands down to bracket Smellerbee’s head.

“Fuck~!” They moaned in their genderless voice. “Oh fuuuuck~! Fuuuuuuck~!”

The client’s eyes snapped shut, focused entirely on the sensations that were rippling across their body from their crotch. The veins were beating against Smellerbee’s guts hard, pounding hard in tandem with the client’s heartbeat. Their fingers gripped the bedsheets on either side of Smellerbee’s head tightly, white-knuckling the linens.

PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAPP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!! PLAP~!!

Every thrust was an event, pulling the long, thick member out several inches, scraping the bulbous head of the dick along Smellerbee’s guts. Then, the client plunged forward with all the strength and force they could muster. The shoddy wooden bed frame was creaking and groaning with every thrust. Smellerbee was completely pinned under the client’s weight. She bit the bed sheets, groaning in pleasure and pain all the same, as her asshole was stretched well beyond its limits.

There’s no way they’re a virgin~! They sure aren’t fucking like one~! The Freedom Fighter thought.

“Ooooh~” The client purred, burying their cock to the base inside of Smellerbee’s asshole, holding there and letting the Freedom Fighter enjoy the full and length girth of the massive member. It bucked again, battering Smellerbee hard as another wad of cock water erupted from the spongy tip. Smellerbee swallowed hard, forcing the dick spit back down her throat.

“Y-you’re getting close?” Smellerbee asked as sweat beaded down her face, half hoping the answer was yes, half hoping it was no.

“I …” The client stuttered. “I d-don’t know. This feels really good~”

They began to thrust and hump again, grinding their crotch against Smellerbee’s pinned ass. It was small, quick thrusts, barely pulling out more than a handful of inches before pushing back into the Freedom Fighter.

Smellerbee purred, biting her lip as a wave of pleasure washed over her. The slower pace was giving her more time to adjust.

“Y-your cock feels realllllly goood~” Smellerbee moaned. The client moaned, pounding hard into Smellerbee.

“I-...” Their voice faltered for a moment. “I’m gonna cum~!”

“Do it~!” Smellerbee begged, partially out of desperation to feel the cum cannon fire off inside of her, and partially wanting the stretching to end. The client picked up their pace, pounding into Smellerbee hard and fast, using the Freedom Fighter like a living fuck hole.

PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!PLAP~!

Long, lewd moans escaped Smellerbee’s lips, making every other whore in the brothel jealous. In the room adjacent and across from the small shack that Smellerbee and her client were in, the whores stopped riding, their clients stopped thrusting and eating and fingering. All eyes and ears turned to listen to the lewd symphony that was pouring from the newest whores lips.

“FUCK~!” Smellerbee screamed in pure bliss. “WRECK ME WITH THIS BITCH BREAKER~! FUCK ME~! FUCK ME~! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT~! PUMP OUT ALL THAT BACKED-UP BALL SLUDGE~! I WANT TO SWALLOW IT TWICE~!”

The client’s thrusts were impressively quick, blurring their hips as they beat their crotch into Smellerbee’s perky butt cheeks, which were starting to turn red from the repeated, brutal impacts. The client moaned, letting their jaw fall slack as a thick strand of saliva fell from their tongue, splattering against Smellerbee’s back. The massive cock bucked and shuddered inside of the Freedom Fighter, battering her abused innards a final time. The massive cock engorged itself, stretching Smellerbee’s already taut skin. She could feel the massive cock throbbing under her chest plate. The huge cockhead fired off a heavy salvo of seed. Smellerbee’s hands leapt up to cover her mouth, feeling the semi-solid cock snot slam into the back of her teeth and settle on her tongue.

It’s like it fermented in their balls~! She thought, eyes rolling back in her head. Her cunt contracted around nothing, ejaculating a pathetic spray of squirt that was pissed straight into the bedsheets, soaking them even more than before I’m getting fucking drunk of this bastard’s cock snot~! Ooooh, it’s so fucking thicc~! And chewey~!

She gnashed her teeth together, grinding the dickpaste down as rope after rope of the thick, sticky seed came shooting up her throat, clinging to the inside of her mouth like webbing. The client moaned, their whole body shaking as they emptied every last drop of seed that was in their balls into the Freedom Fighter.

“Oh~” The moaned, collapsing onto Smellerbee. Their hard cock was still buried deep inside the Freedom Fighter.

GULP~!!

Smellerbee had to work her throat hard, swallowing three times to just get all of the sticky seed to fall into her stomach, clinging hard to her throat all the way down. When she could finally speak again, she simply twisted her head around and looked up at her client.

“Got another load in you?” The whorish Freedom Fighter asked with a grin on her face, licking her lips.

The client nodded their head, pushing their long, black, silky hair out of the way. “I c-can keep going.”

“Then do it~” Smellerbee moaned. “I want to get my money’s worth out of this dick~!”

The client sat up, pressing clenched fists into the bed and bracketing Smellerbee’s head. The Freedom Fighter lifted her lower half, grinding her small butt up against her client, feeling their huge set of nuts droop down and cover her plump pussy.

“Can I ask you a rude question?” Smellerbee asked, grunting in pleasure and pain a moment later as the client began to withdraw their cock, scraping the bulbous tip along her snug guts before thrusting forward again. Their huge nuts swung forward like a pair of wrecking balls, slapping Smellerbee right on the clit.

“R-rude?” The client repeated the word back. “Is it ab-about if I’m a boy or a girl?”

“Yeah~” Smellerbee moaned, starting to thrust her body back onto the client. “Y-you look really feminine but have the bi-iggest cock I’ve ever seen~”

“I’m what’s ca-called a futanari,” The client explained, settling into a decent rhythm.

“Futa… fu-what?” Smellerbee shook her head, trying to keep sentient thoughts straight beyond the more base thoughts of dick and cum. “What does that mean?”

“Ac-cording to myth, Futanari were people born possessing a penis and a vagina,” The client explained. Their hands went to Smellerbee’s hips, holding them tightly, picking up their pace. “B-ut I’m more li-ike a girl with a dick instead of a pussy? I don’t think of mysssssssself as a g-girl though~”

The massive cock bucked inside of Smellerbee, causing her to wheeze as her diaphragm and ribs were crushed. “Oooooooh~” The Freedom Fighter groaned. “With a cock like this? No way~”

“My m-mother told me that the F-Fire Lord is a futanari~” The client continued. “That all of the Royal Family is in the F-Fire Nation~ She thi-thinks the soldier that ra-raped her and got her pregnant with me was a ba-stard of the Royal Fire Nation family~!”

The cock bucked, spitting up a thick shot of pre-seed that was pumped deep into Smellerbee’s guts.

“If I’m b-being honest, that’s why I picked you,” The client said bashfully, tucking their hair behind their ear.

Smellerbee turned her head, raising a confused eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I heard that other man mistake you for a boy,” The client explained, picking up their face. “I thought you were beautiful~ And that you were so confident in yourself surrounded by all these whores that seemed too curvy to exist and still so confidently be a woman~ It made me feel like you were the right one~”

The client shrieked as she came hard, pumping thick ropes of seed into Smellerbee. The Freedom Fighter retched as the seed sprayed from her mouth and nostrils. Smellerbee climaxed hard, pumping out another viscous spray of squirt. Her eyes rolled deep into the back of her head.

I am a girl, and this one isn’t … it’s more than just tits and dicks I suppose the Freedom Fighter reflected, before passing out from pleasure.

The bag of coins landed in Jet’s lap, drawing his attention up, eyes still dull. The sun was setting, bleeding the sky orange and purple with thick clouds overhead.

“Get up,” Smellerbee demanded. She was still in her lingerie from the brothel. Cum was running down her thin legs, and her stomach swelled to make her look pregnant. One hand was on her narrow hips, the other was holding her equipment, all folded up together. Her hair was down, back to its shaggy look, the makeup wiped away.

Longshot was approaching the duo, with three small rabbits slung over his back, tied together with an old, thin string.

“We’ve got coin and food now. We’re not just gonna sit here and starve to death. And I got a lead about a secret ferry that brings refugees to Ba-Sing-Se.”

“A ferry?” Jet asked, barely any power in his voice.

“Across Full Moon Bay,” Smellerbee explained. “All those evacuated villages to the west, hundreds of people funnelling into one port.”

Jet shook his head. “That’s so wrong. I can’t even imagine the squalor they’re being forced to live in.”

“And the city’s charging through the nose for passports,” Smellerbee explained. “All apparently in the name of ‘security’.”

Jet inhaled, like he was breathing in fire. “No, that’s wrong. Those people will only have what they can carry on their backs!”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Smellerbee asked, gesturing with her chin.

Jet grabbed the hilts of his blades, rising to his feet. “We’re going to Ba-Sing-Se.”