Avatar XXX

“Would you sit down?” Sokka finally snapped at him. “If we hit a bump, you’ll go flying off! What’s bugging you anyway?”

“It’s what Avatar Roku said,” Aang replied frantically, his arm gesturing wildly in panic. “I’m supposed to master all four elements before that comet arrives.”

“Well, let’s see,” Sokka pondered. “You pretty much mastered Airbending, and that only took you one hundred and eighteen years. I’m sure you can master three more by the end of next summer.” He grinned slyly, the only person currently enjoying his joke.

This only put the pressure on Aang even more. His hands went to his head, the mental pressure of it all boiling over. “I haven’t even started Waterbending!” He declared. “And we’re still weeks away from the North Pole! What am I gonna do?”

Katara had finished stuffing her thicc body into her small tunic, folding the front of the material over her massive, bruised tits. They still had bite marks and blemishes from the work over the firebenders had given her at the temple the day prior. She looked up at the panicking Aang as an idea hit her. She reached up, grabbing his wrist.

“Calm down, it’s gonna be okay,” She reassured him, pulling him down to a squat. She took both his hands in her own, smiling at him. “If you want, I can try and teach you some of the stuff I know.”

Aang’s face lit up with a smile, “You’d do that?” He asked, earning a nod from Katara.

“We’ll need to find a good source of water first,” Katara added. She and Aang crawled to the edge of the saddle, looking over the edge to the ground below. There was nothing but a cloudy white sea below them.

“Maybe we can find a nice puddle for you to splash around in,” Sokka called from the reins, chuckling at his own joke again.

The roar of the waterfall was a gorgeous, deep groan. The misty air floated away from it like a painting. The trio stared up at it from where the river continued after the drop. Katara and Aang were wide-eyed and full of smiles with excitement. Sokka, meanwhile, was more shocked than anything else.

“Nice puddle,” He groaned to himself, knowing that this would be a long stop in the middle of the woods.

Even Appa seemed more than pleased. The Sky Bison had shed his saddle, leaving it on the shoreline. The massive mammoth did a large belly flop, slamming down into the water and rolling around in the deep, clean river. The force of the impact sent a massive wave up into the air, splashing down all over Momo, much to the frustration of the Lemur-Bat.

“Yeah! Don’t start without me, boy!” Aang shouted, stripping off his tunic, shoes, and breeches. He was down to his small clothes, a tiny brown pair of smallclothes that anyone with a working set of his could see the outline of his thicc, flaccid cock through. 

“Remember the reason why we’re here?” Katara asked sternly, doing her best to keep herself on track as well. She felt her core aching at the sight of Aang’s nearly nude form, knowing all that stood between her and his cock was a thin pair of small clothes.

“Oh, right,” Aang replied. “Time to practice some waterbending.”

Aang began pulling up his breeches again. The yellow bottoms going all the way up to his chest.

“Great,” Sokka commented. “So what am I supposed to do?”

Aang glanced at Sokka, thinking for a moment. He spotted a broken branch not too far from him, still covered in fresh pine needles. He retrieved it with a gust of Airbending, handing it to Sokka. “You could clean the gunk out of Appa’s toes?”

Sokka crossed his arms in annoyance at the request. He looked from the branch to Aang and back again. “So, while you guys are playing in the water, I’m supposed to be hard at work picking mud out of a giant bison’s feet?” He asked.

“Mud and bugs,” Aang replied enthusiastically. 

Sokka considered the offer for a moment. Ehh … he worked hard today, he does deserve a reward. Got us all the way to the Fire Nation and back in like … thirty hours?

“Okay.” He relented, taking the branch from Aang and heading off towards the bison.

The repairs had taken all night, but Zuko’s ship was back on course, heading towards the ports of the central Earth Kingdom. On the deck, Zuko sparred with his first officer, Lieutenant Jee, and Eeko. All three were in brown leather boots and a tunic of deep red. Zuko’s had stitching of gold, whilst Jee and Eeko had black. Eeko’s had an opening over her massive bust as her chest was too large for the shirt to contain. Fire leapt across the metal floor as the three sparred. Each of them had a small cloth over their genitals.

Eeko rushed towards Zuko, narrowly missing him with a fire blast. She skidded to her knees, expertly undoing the cloth covering around Zuko’s dick and letting the massive meat pole hang low and free.

“You must watch your weak spots, My Prince,” She tittered, her hand gripping onto his cock. She stroked hard, trying to get the Prince fully erect.

Zuko grunted at the touch, more than ready to let out the frustration of the day on her mouth. Eeko yelped as she felt something from behind, turning to find Lieutenant Jee had removed his own dick and promptly penetrated Eeko’s exposed cunt.

“Don’t ever get so distracted by one opponent you forget where you are on the battlefield,” Jee responded, thrusting into Eeko’s tight cunt. Eeko snickered at the man when a hand went down and grabbed her head. Her face was brought around as Zuko stuffed himself to his base into Eeko’s mouth, causing distention in the Firebender’s throat. She clutched Zuko’s athletic thighs tightly for support as she was left without a way to breathe. Zuko’s cock head penetrated her stomach, thrusting hard into her like he would her cunt. The Firebender girl’s back arched as she was spit-roasted by her prince and her commanding officer. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mind cascaded away into a sea of pleasure. 

Zuko grunted as he fucked Eeko’s throat without any sense of concern for the girl. His hands gripped hard into her hair, pulling and yanking it this way and that. Eeko moaned at the roughness of her Prince, so taken with his cock in her mouth she was barely even noticing Jee’s cock in her cunt or thumb on her clit.

“The art of Xìng Zhàndòu is the most advanced combat technique the Fire Nation teaches,” Jee grunted as he rutted into Eeko. “You’d do best to remember that, both of you.”

Neither Zuko nor Eeko replied, too lost in the pleasure of the face fucking. Zuko grunted, pulling hard on Eeko’s hair, threatening to tear it off her scalp. His balls contracted as several days' worth of cum drained into her stomach. Tears ran down Eeko’s face as she screamed against Zuko’s cock, feeling her gut inflate, pushing against the stitching of her shirt until it ripped again. The sleeveless tunic ripped open entirely, letting her massive chest and inflated stomach spill out and onto the metal floor. Eeko’s cunt contracted in turn around Jee’s dick as an orgasm rocked the Firebender’s body. Jee couldn’t withstand the pleasure and came as well, dumping a load not even a quarter the size of Zuko’s into her waiting snatch.

The commander of the ship was the first to pull away, tucking his deflating dick away.

“Your entire body is a weapon in war. Pleasure can do as much harm to an enemy as pain,” Jee reminded them both.

Zuko’s cock finally emerged from Eeko’s throat, slick with cum and spit. He rose, tucking his own deflating cock away and leaving Eeko a nude, swollen mess.

A lurching moan sent Jee and Zuko off balance, tossing them across the deck. Both stumbled for a few feet before colliding with the side fencing of the ship, built to keep people from tumbling overboard.

Someone’s changing our course Zuko realised, looking up to the helm.

He sprinted off, climbing through the innards of his still damaged ship up to the helm. He entered the room, finding the helmsmen at his station, his uncle and the ship’s engineers playing Pai Sho. He marched up to the Helmsmen. “What’s the meaning of this mutiny? No one told you to change course!” Zuko barked. The Helmsmen turned, but before he could answer, Iroh spoke up.

“Actually, someone did,” His uncle revealed, without looking up from the table. “I assure you it is a matter of utmost importance, Prince Zuko.” Uncle Iroh brought a hand up from his lap, stroking his chin.

“Is it something to do with the Avatar?” Zuko asked, turning fully towards his kin.

“Ever more urgent,” Iroh replied, “It seems I-“ He grunted, putting his hand on his head, shaking lightly. “I’ve lost my Lotus Tile.”

He reached forward, shifting one of the pieces on the board. Zuko stared at his uncle for a moment, stunned into silence by the declaration.

“Lotus Tile?” Was all he managed to get out.

“For my Pai Sho game,” Iroh replied, still playing the game. “Most people think the Lotus Tile insignificant. But it is essential for the unusual strategy that I employ.”

Rage filled Zuko’s heart at the news. His fist clenched as he spoke, “You’ve changed our course for a stupid Lotus Tile?”

“See,” Iroh gestured to Zuko. “You, like most people, underestimate its value. Just give me ten minutes to check the merchants at this port of call. Hopefully, they’ll have the Lotus Tile in stock, and I can get on with my life.”

Zuko seethed with anger. His head tilted back, and a smoky jet of flames ripped from his mouth with a heavy grunt.

“I’m lucky to have such an understanding nephew,” Iroh quipped to himself as the smoke filled the room.

Sokka scrubbed hard between Appa’s pads, needles breaking away and falling into the river, coated in mud and other junk. Appa was on his back, groaning approvals at Sokka. The Sky Bison had been flying nonstop for over a day, and was half asleep in this life of luxury, the Water Tribe Warrior was spoiling him with.

“Yeah, don’t get too happy,” Sokka commented at Appa’s sigh. “You got to do me next.”

Appa growled loudly; it almost resembled a laugh. Sokka smiled to himself, hating to admit he was enjoying the simple process of cleaning up Appa. The Sky Bison was too lovable, even for the cynic.

On the shoreline, Aang sat in front of Katara. The Water Tribe Girl had picked a spot just off the edge of the waterfall for them to practice on the opposite bank from where they had landed. Aang was doing his best to pay attention to the lesson, but he couldn’t help but drink her form in. As usual, Katara was only wearing the tunic she had been gifted on Kyoshi Island, no pants or small clothes to speak of. Her shoes, made of grey fur and animal skin, were the only thing truly covering her below the waist. Her tunic had enough material to hang down over her privates, but the material was so short that it barely went past her crotch. And her hips were so wide and her thighs so thick they peeked out on either side. Her ass was round and thick, just like her breasts, and the tunic on the backside merely sat upon it, leaving the bottom two-thirds or so of her butt on display.

However, for once, Aang’s focus needed to not be on Katara’s body, but her words. He did his best to meet her eyes, though his gaze kept going down to her breasts spilling from her tight clothes.

“This is a pretty basic move,” Katara began, taking an awkward, untrained stance. Spreading her legs wide, leaving them completely on display, no longer hiding behind her tunic. “But it still took me months to perfect. So don’t be frustrated if you don’t get it right away.” Her body began to ebb and flow with the water. Aang watched her body roll through the motions, reminding him of how she grinded on his dick whenever she was on top.

Focus Aang! He shouted at himself in his mind.

She turned her body, flashing him her massive ass. “Just push and pull the water like this.” She began to move again, and the water in the river obeyed, following how Katara’s body shifted, beginning to form a small pocket on the water’s surface that was moving with her command.

That seems easy … and kinda familiar Aang thought, pulling himself to his feet with his airbending.

“The key is getting the movement in your hips right,” Katara commented. Aang looked down, watching the way Katara’s wide hips swayed and rolled through the movement. He felt a stirring in his pants, but tried his best to ignore it. Instead, his attention turned to the water. He reached out, taking a similar stance to Katara. He sighed, releasing some tension, and began to follow her in movement.

“Like this?” He asked, swaying and rolling in tandem with her. Katara studied his movements, eyes glued to his swelling cock in his breeches. She felt her core clench with need, nipples stiffening under her tight tunic. Involuntarily, her stance changed, spreading her legs even wider. She shook off the dirty thoughts, reminding herself why they were here.

“That’s almost right,” she said, choking down the arousal. “If you keep practicing I’m sure eventually-”

“Hey, I’m bending it already!” Aang exclaimed as the water in front of the monk began to slosh and sway, similar to how Katara had been doing. The waterbender stopped, staring at Aang in shock as he ebbed and flowed, rolling his hips as she had.

“Wow, I can’t believe you got it so quickly,” she said in shock. “It took me two months to learn that move.”

“Well, you had to figure it out all on your own,” Aang smiled at her, turning to her and letting the puddle of water float away. “I’m lucky enough to have a great teacher.” Aang’s gaze was firmly on Katara’s breasts, spotting her rigid nipples poking against her tunic, pleading to be let out. Katara, meanwhile, was staring at Aang’s dick, now fully hard and battering against his breeches to be let out.

“Thanks,” She purred.

“So, what’s next?” Aang asked enthusiastically. 

Katara thought for a moment, recalling her own long struggle to master her craft in between all the chores back home. Then, an idea struck her. She grinned to herself. “This is a more difficult move,” She began. “I call it Streaming The Water.”

Katara took another ready stance. This move seemed more in the arm movements. Her arms were twisting this way and that. In fact, her entire upper body seemed to be alive with movement as Katara shook herself around, subtly trying to get her massive bust to spill from her top. Her massive chest swayed as the water twirled around her. Her eyes were darting occasionally to Aang to make sure the monk could see that her breasts were mere moments from freeing themselves.

“It’s harder than it looks,” She continued. “So don’t be disappointed if-”

She looked to Aang again, finding a larger stream of water than her own bounding all around the Monk in his typical fashion. His arms and chest were alight with movement, his smile painted broadly on his face. He didn’t seem to even acknowledge Katara or her breasts, now all but completely out, both nipples clearly on display. She grunted in frustration, dropping her own water back into the river. Aang twirled around, pulling his water up over his head before finishing with a flourish and sending his own back into the river.

“Nice work,” Katara admitted. “Though the over-the-head flair was unnecessary.”

“Sorry,” Aang replied. There was a pause between the two. Aang felt a shudder of arousal course through his veins as he noted Katara’s bust. The Water Tribe nimbo, meanwhile, felt far too annoyed to enjoy the sight of Aang’s dick in his breeches.

“Well,” Aang said, “Don’t stop now. Keep ‘em coming.”

Katara turned away, unintentionally flashing the Avatar her massive ass. “Well, I kinda know this one other move,” She mused. “But it’s pretty hard. I haven’t even totally figured it out yet.”

She turned to face the river. “The idea is to create a big, powerful wave,” She said. Her arms lifted, pulling the water up with them. However, the higher she went, the less stable the bulge seemed until it burst and fell back into the flow of the river. Katara grunted in frustration; she had been working on that move for close to a year.

“So, like this?” Aang asked. He mimicked Katara’s movement, effortlessly pulling up a wave nearly four times his height and sending it roaring downstream. It continued to grow as it moved, nearly as tall as the waterfall itself.

“Aang!” Sokka shouted as the water crested over him and Appa, crashing down with a torrent of water. Sokka was tossed from Appa’s stomach, flailing in the water before surfacing with a gasping breath. He looked to where the wave had crashed into the shoreline.

“Looks like I got the hang of that move,” Aang laughed to himself. Katara tucked herself away, hiding her body beneath her tunic. “What else you got?”

“That’s enough practising for today,” Katara replied with a grunt, turning away from Aang.

“Yeah, I’ll say!” Sokka shouted. “You just practised our supplies down the river!”

Aang and Katara looked to watch all the supplies and foodstuffs they had been given by Che the Elder and Pi Rir floating away. Aang’s wave had caused the stream to pick up its pace. The bags fell over a second waterfall further down, disappearing.

“Uhhh … sorry,” Aang said sheepishly. “I’m sure we can find some way replace all this stuff.”

“My life was hard enough when you were just an airbender,” Sokka bemoaned, sinking back into the water in frustration.

There was a port they had passed over not too long ago, Sokka recalled. They left Appa to rest in the forest whilst the trio and Momo took a long trek back to civilisation. It was around noon when they arrived. It was a wretched hive, muggers and brigands seemed everywhere. Katara’s brain split in two, trying to decide if she needed to cover up or expose herself more. Aang, as usual, seemed blissfully unaware of the danger they were in, smiling widely at everything he saw.

“See the wonder in this bag! Who’s brave enough to look into this bag!” Called one of the vagrants, holding a blue cloth bag and standing on a crate.

Sokka kept the group focused, bringing them first to a market, then seeking out someone with some maps and charts of the land. Finally, they replaced their sleeping bags. Sokka even bought a new machete. Katara and Aang awaited Sokka outside a shop selling hunting gear. Aang had protested, but Sokka had won Aang over, given that Katara and he were not vegetarians.

Sokka emerged, his face a bit sad. “We’ve got exactly three copper pieces left from the money King Bumi and Che gave us. Let’s spend it wisely.”

Aang hopped down from the ledge he was sitting on. “Uh, make that two copper pieces, Sokka,” He said sheepishly. He dug into his belt line, pulling out a porcelain whistle shaped like a white bison. “I couldn’t say no to this whistle.”

Aang took a deep breath, blowing into the thing. No sound emerged from the other side, though, much to the relief and annoyance of the siblings. Momo covered her ears, screeching as Aang blew into it.

“It doesn’t even work,” Sokka grunted. Momo dug her claws into Aang’s shoulder, squealing at Aang. “See? Even Momo thinks it's a piece of junk.”

“No offence, Aang, but I’ll hold the money from now on,” Katara said, putting her hand out. Aang dug into his pocket, removing the last two copper pieces and surrendering them to Katara.

The trio continued, heading towards the edge of the docks. They had replaced pretty much all of their supplies, but Sokka still wanted to hit every shop, just in case something was missed that wasn’t coming to mind. As they walked, they spotted a galleon, sails of a deep crimson red. A barker was out front, dressed in Earth Kingdom green. His hair was long, brown, and matted down on his face.

“Earth Nation! Fire Nation! Water Nation!” He called, “So long as bargains are your inclination, you’re welcome here! Don’t be shy! Come on by!” He gestured to the ship behind him.

The trio paid him little mind, but he took notice of Aang. “Oh, you there!” He called, sprinting over to the monk. “I can see from your clothing that you’re world-travelling types. Perhaps I can interest you in some exotic curios?” He winked at Aang, finishing off his pitch.

Aang fully stopped, turning to the man with an impressed grin. “Sure!” He said, but paused, “What are curios?”

The Barker thought for a moment, scratching his chin. “I’m not entirely sure, but we got ‘em!” He wrapped his arm around Aang, escorting the Monk towards the boat. Sokka and Katara exchanged an annoyed glance, following after their companion.

The inside of the ship was a chaotic mess of trinkets, crates, and other general items for sale. Aang, Sokka, and Katara began to peruse. Katara’s eye was caught by a strange statue of some sort of Monkey Creature, covered in bright red jewels. It had a strange hypnotic spell to it that seemed to be drawing the girl in. She managed to shake it off and walk away, but still felt as if the creature was watching her.

“I’ve never seen such a fine specimen of lemur,” A voice called to Aang. The monk turned around to find an older gentleman. His long, grey hair seemed unwashed. His clothes were a deep red with white trim, a strange collection of leather armour. On his shoulder was an Iguana-Parrot. “That beast would fetch me a hefty sum if you’d be interested in bartering.”

The Iguana-Parrot squawked, its cry a terrifying shriek. Momo gripped onto Aang’s shoulder, hissing at the thing. “Momo’s not for sale,” Aang said, reaching up to shield his Lemur-Bat, taking her into his arms.

Katara had finally shaken the watchful eye of the statue, wandering further into the ship. She spotted a rack of scrolls, mostly empty. Only one was labelled. A thin thing with the crest of the Water Tribe upon it. She pulled it out, opening the parchment. Upon it were instructions and visual aids, showing off basic forms of Waterbending attacks and techniques. Katara gasped.

What luck! She thought.

“Look at this, Aang,” She called softly to her companion, “It’s a waterbending scroll.” Aang moved up beside her, studying the diagrams.

“Check out these crazy moves,” Katara commented, looking them over. They were far more advanced than the simple pushes and pulls she was used to. She had never even imagined some of these moves in her mind before, as much as she had fantasised about being a Master.”

“Where did you get a waterbending Scroll?” Aang asked the proprietor of the establishment.

The man stormed over, snatching it from Katara’s hand. He rolled it up and tucked it away back into the case Katara had found it in. “Let’s just say I got it up north. At a most reasonable price - free.”

Wait a minute Sokka realised Sea-loving traders. With suspiciously acquired merchandise, and pet reptile birds!

He turned to the barker. “You guys are pirates!” He declared, pointing at the man.

“We prefer to think of ourselves as high-risk traders,” Oh, the Barker replied, wrapping his arm around Sokka’s shoulders, smiling widely.

“So, how much for the uhh, traded scroll?” Katara asked, looking at the two copper pieces.

“I’ve already got a buyer,” The Pirate Captain replied. “A nobleman in the Earth Kingdom. Unless, of course, you lot have two hundred gold pieces on you right now.”

“Oh, I figured you trader types might enjoy something other than gold,” Katara cooed, pressing her bust together.

The Pirate Captain scoffed. “Please, don’t insult me. Your chest is big, but it ain’t worth missing out on that kinda pay day. But, if you want to pop ‘em, by all means~”

Katara grunted in annoyance. Aang grabbed her shoulder, turning her away from the Pirate Captain. “I know how to deal with these guys, Katara,” He assured her, putting his hand out for the coins. “Pirates love to haggle.”

Katara hesitated for a moment, but surrendered the coins back to Aang.

“Watch and learn,” He said with a grin. He turned back to the Pirate Captain. Katara, meanwhile, turned and looked at the scroll. She saw Oh the Barker and Sokka discussing something of no consequence further on in the hull. The Pirate Captain seemed quite preoccupied with whatever Aang was saying. She moved back towards the scroll.

“Let’s say to the price of one copper piece,” Aang offered, flipping the coin through the air before catching and presenting it.

The Pirate Captain let out a deep belly laugh in Aang’s face. “The price is two hundred hold pieces,” He insisted. “I don’t haggle on items this rare.”

Aang, undeterred, did another flourish, now presenting all their coins. “Okay, two copper pieces!”

The Pirate Captain leaned forward, glaring at Aang. “It’s not as amusing the second time, boy.” He growled.

Katara returned to Aang’s side, grabbing his shoulder, “Aang, can we get out of here? I feel like we’re getting weird looks.”

Aang turned to the Pirate Captain, “Aye, we be castin’ off now!” He declared. They grabbed Sokka and hurried off the boat.

“What was that all about, Katara?” Aang asked as they walked down the gangplank, back onto land.

“Yeah, I was just starting to browse through their boomerang collection,” Sokka protested.

“I’ll just feel a lot better once we get away from here,” Katara replied, bringing her arms up to comfort herself, unintentionally pushing her bust up as well. She glanced down between her massive rack, staring at the split between her tits.

“Hey, you!” Oh called from the deck of the ship. “Get back here!”

“Well, well,” Aang chuckled, turning towards the boat. “Looks who’s come to their senses. Told you the haggling would pay off.”

Katara began to back away nervously, a move that did not go unnoticed by Sokka.

About seven pirates, dressed in various colours and carrying various weapons, leapt down from the ship’s deck, growling at the group, drawing their blades. Sokka, Katara, and Aang recoiled in fear.

What the hell?! Sokka shouted in his mind.

“There they are!”

“Get ‘em!”

“Nobody’s going nowhere.”

They all brandished their weapons, clearly hoping to keep violence out of the battle.

“I don’t think these pirates are here to trade with us,” Katara commented, continuing to back away. Sokka and Aang followed suit, and the trio took off running.

“Get back here! You little bitch!” The pirates swore, giving chase.

Sokka, Katara, and Aang ducked in between some market stalls, running up the alley as four pirates pursued. Oh broke off with another two.

“This way,” He ordered. “Let’s cut ‘em off!”

They reached the end of the alley, rounding the corner. Katara spun, with a grunt, and sent some water out of a nearby basin and onto the stone. With a clench of her hand, the water froze to ice. The lead pirate chasing them slipped, falling forward and slamming his face into the ground. The other three dodged the trap, continuing their pursuit.

The Cabbage Merchant was having a good day. He had sold so many of his fine stock, and what fine heads of cabbage they were. He began to push his cart onwards through the market when a man ran by, bumping into him and sending a few of his cabbages spilling over.

My cabbages! He shrieked in his mind, leaping forward to catch them. Securing his livelihood, he turned and looked at the man. I know him… He thought.

A moment later, a busty, buxom Water Tribe woman ran by, her wide hips hitting his cart and sending more of his precious green heads tumbling. He caught those as well. He moved back, examining the girl. The small flap of her tunic that covered her was blowing in the breeze as she sprinted away, her tits bouncing and threatening to escape their confines. Her entire ass was clapping and shaking as she ran, completely out and exposed.

Isn’t that… His thought process was again interrupted as a young bald monk leapt through the opening of his cart, barely clearing the cabbage pile. He turned, sending a blast of air from his wooden staff, launching his cart down the road into his pursuers.

“My cabbages!” The merchant shouted, his hands going to his head in horror. “This place is worse than Omashu!”

Free of their pursuers, Aang, Sokka, and Katara began making for the woods. However, near the end of the road, they were cut off by Oh the Barker and his two goons. They turned quickly, rushing back the way they had come.

“I hope that lemur of yours has nine lives!” Oh shouted.

The trio rounded a corner, running into an alley with a dead end.

Shit! Sokka swore, turning around towards the pirates. He reached for the hilt of his new machete.

“Now,” Oh cooed. “Who gets to taste the steel of my blades first?”

“No thanks,” Aang declared. He thrust forward, swinging his staff and creating a dust cloud, blocking the pirates from view.

He rushed forward, unfurling his staff. “Grab on tight!” He ordered, leaping up onto this glider.

“Aang, I thought we were running away from the pirates!” Katara screamed as she and Sokka leapt up, grabbing the back end of the glider. Their weight pulled Aang towards the ground. The Airbender craned his neck, summoning a massive gust of wind, trying to keep them in the air.

“Just hang on!” Aang shouted back. Katara and Sokka’s shoes skirted along the group as Aang’s Airbender fought against their weight. The glider creaked under the strain of the extra weight. With a final gust, Aang and the duo lifted into the air. The blast sent Katara’s tunic flailing, giving the gathered brigands a nice up-skirt view of her pussy and ass as they stepped on their heads.

They flew off, arcing high into the air and out into the forest.

They managed to sail all the way back to the woods where Appa was waiting for them. The sun was beginning to set as they landed back in the cove. Aang began examining his staff, ensuring no long-term damage had been sustained.

“I used to kind of look up to pirates,” Aang admitted as he furled the wings. “But those guys are terrible.”

“I know,” Katara smirked. Her hand went between her massive chest, digging in between her bruised tits, “Which is why I took this.” She pulled out the waterbending scroll.

“No way,” Aang gasped in disbelief.

“Isn’t it great?” She cheered.

“No wonder they were trying to hack us up,” Sokka groaned. “You stole their waterbending scroll!”

Katara crossed her arms, once again pressing her already barely contained bust up, spilling somewhat out of her tunic. “I prefer to think of it as high-risk trading.” She quipped with a self-satisfied smirk.

Aang laughed, having not heard what Oh had said in the shop, “Good one, Katara.”

“Sokka, where do you think they got it?” Katara asked indignantly. “They stole it from a waterbender.”

“It doesn’t matter, that’s not the point,” Sokka replied. “You put all of our lives in danger just so you could learn some stupid, fancy splashes.”

“These are real Waterbending forms,” Katara protested. “You know how crucial it is for Aang to learn Waterbending.”

Sokka shook his head, “Whatever.”

Aang shrugged. “Well, what’s done is done. We have it. We might as well learn from it.”

Ten minutes Zuko groaned internally Ten minutes, that liar. 

They had now been at the port for three hours, and the sun was beginning to set. The banished prince and his uncle stood at the end of the jetty, where their boat was docked. Zuko was in his full armour now, even wearing proper breeches. He didn’t intend to make this a proper stop on his journey.

“I’ve checked all the shops on this pier,” Iroh explained to Zuko, “Not a Lotus Tile on the entire marketplace.”

“It’s good to know this trip was a complete waste of time for everyone!” He growled, glaring at his uncle.

“Quite the contrary,” Iroh replied calmly, ignoring his nephew’s rage. “I always say the only thing better than finding something you are looking for. Is finding something you weren’t looking for at a great bargain!”

Zhan Wei Fu, Eeko, Jee, and a few other men marched by, all carrying massive loads of bags and parcels. Zhan had a massive brass horn on a plate.

“You bought a Sungi Horn?” Zuko asked in disbelief.

“For music night on the ship!” Iroh cheered, “Now if only we had some woodwinds…”

This seemed to vex the old man, much to Zuko’s continuing frustration, as he wandered off, scanning the markets for his new quarry. Iroh spotted a ship, moored alongside the docks he had not checked.

“Ooh, this place looks promising!” Iroh said, pointing it out to Zuko. The banished prince followed his uncle inside, examining the haphazard display of items. There was a certain statue that caught Iroh’s eye. A monkey-like creature with red ruby eyes.

“Ohh, that is handsome! Wouldn’t it look magnificent in the galley?” He cheered at the sight of it. Zuko spotted a man in Earth Kingdom gear returning to the ship. His long brown hair was clearly unwashed. His face and body were covered in dust. He approached the counter, where the Captain of the ship was.

“We lost the Water Tribe bimbo and the bald monk she was travelling with,” He reported to his boss.

Zuko turned to the two quickly, “This monk, did he have an arrow on his head? And the bimbo … biggest tits you’ve ever seen?”

The waterbending scroll was placed down upon a decaying tree stump. It was the closest thing they had to a table. Katara and Aang studied it for a minute, looking over the poses and notes on the move.

“I just want to try this one move first, and then it’s all yours,” Katara explained, pointing to the move in the middle of the diagrams. She picked it up, handing the open scroll to Aang. “Here, hold it open for me.”

She backed up, edging close to the water. She took a stance mirroring the one in the diagram, smiling confidently. “The single water whip.” She repeated the name. “Looks doable.”

Katara began to mimic the motions in the scroll. Very reluctantly, the water rose in a haphazard, messy form, dripping back into the river.

It’s fighting me She grunted, but kept going. She examined the next move and followed it. She tucked her arms in and pulled them around. The water sputtered in the air, then lashed out, slamming into Katara’s head like a violent smack. She grunted, losing concentration, and the water fell back into the river. She brought her hands up to the red spot on her forehead. Sokka laughed at Katara’s misfortune, earning a glare from his sister.

“What’s so funny?” She hissed.

“I’m sorry, but you deserved that,” Sokka replied. He turned to Aang before continuing. “You’ve been duped. She’s only interested in teaching herself.”

“Aang will get his turn once I figure out the Water Whip,” Katara replied angrily, taking her stance again.

The water rose again. This time, Katara went through the stances quicker, hoping speed was her problem. The water danced in the air, seemingly mirroring the way it was in the design. She thrust an open hand forward, palm up to the sky as the final move of the diagram. The water shot away in the opposite direction, lashing Momo across the butt. The Lemur-Bat screeched in protest, rubbing her wounded hindquarters.

Katara grunted in frustration, rage building like a well-kept fire in her chest. “Ugh! Why can’t I get this stupid move!”

Aang placed the scroll back down on the stump, approaching his friend. “You’ll get it,” He reassured her. Katara turned, watching Aang approach the riverbank. He pulled some water up, effortlessly recreating the movement of the technique. The water followed him perfectly, snapping out as he commanded.

He … that little bastard! Katara swore Why?! Why is he … and I!

“You just gotta shift your weight through the stances,” Aang explained calmly, as he completed the technique. “There? See. The key to bending is-”

“Will you please shut your air hole!” Katara shouted, bunching her hands into fists. “Believe it or not, your infinite wisdom gets a little old sometimes! Why don’t we just throw the scroll away since you’re so naturally gifted?!”

Silence hung over the group as Katara’s explosive temper simmered down. She turned away from Aang, spotting Sokka nearby. Her brother had his arms crossed, glaring at his sister disapprovingly.

“What?” She snapped. Sokka merely shook his head.

She turned back to Aang, finding the monk on the verge of tears. Her heart softened instantly, feeling regret wash over her like a tidal wave.

“Oh, my gosh, Aang,” She said softly, reaching up for him. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. But you know what? It won’t happen again.”

She moved over to the stump, picking up the scroll. She turned to Aang, handing it to him.

“Here, this is yours. I don’t want to have anything to do with it anymore,” She said softly.

“It’s okay, Katara,” Aang said, his own voice quiet.

“What about Momo? She’s the real victim here,” Sokka added, gesturing to the Lemur-Bat, still trying to soothe her pain.

Katara crouched down, stroking her ears. “I’m sorry, Momo.”

“And what about me?” Sokka continued, “There was that time you-”

“No more apologies,” Katara hissed at her brother. Sokka recoiled in fear.

“Right, fine…” Sokka replied, defeated.

She looked over to Aang, watching him study the scroll. Her heart felt heavy with regret.

What is wrong with me? She wondered Am I really that petty?

She watched as Aang turned, studying the scroll intently. Her eyes went down to Aang’s breeches, remembering their attempts at training earlier.

Maybe one more apology She thought. She moved over to Aang, grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, come with me, I know how to really make this up to you,” she said.

Aang raised an eyebrow to her, confused by her statement. Katara’s hand went down to her tunic, pulling the thin sheet of blue away and exposing her crotch to him. Aang grinned, following Katara off into the woods.

“Seriously, Katara, I don’t think you owe me anything more,” Aang said as they disappeared.

“Of course I do, Aang,” Katara replied. “You’re the Avatar. I put you and your cock through all of that stress. I’m sure you need a release before you can focus on your training. We don’t need something like full falls distracting you!”

They reached a small clearing, a few yards away from their camp. Katara dropped to all four, tossing the skirt of her dress back to reveal her massive brown ass. Katara began to twerk and shake her body, causing her ass cheeks to clap and ripple, enticing Aang. Aang bit his lower lip, feeling his dick swell in his pants.

“I can see it getting hard,” Katara cooed, glancing over her shoulder at Aang. “It’s so wrong to trap it under those clothes of yours. There’s a place it belongs, you know.”

Aang began to undo his breeches quickly, grabbing for the root of his cock where it met his pelvis. Katara shuddered in anticipation, never tiring of the sight of Aang’s manhood revealing itself. It had been her first cock, and despite her hunger for as many as she could find, she couldn’t deny that this one hit her in certain ways she just couldn’t explain.

Aang had stripped fully, stroking his cock to its full length. Both sets of lips were drooling at its sight.

“Hello,” Katara cooed at his cock. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss me? You look like you missed me.”

Aang smirked to himself, stripping the rest of his clothes off and moving to Katara’s snatch.

Please Katara moaned internally I’ve been a bad girl. Aang, don’t you think I deserve a punishment? Fucking my pussy, raping my womb would be a reward. You should stick it in my ass. Stick it in my ass, please!

Her wish would go unfulfilled as Aang’s cock head kissed her pussy, pushing her lips apart to make her swallow his cock head. It was as thick as Katara’s own fist, and no matter how many times Aang pressed himself inside her, that first push always drew such a vicious reaction.

“FUCK!” Katara grunted, trying to brace her body against the push of the massive, thick cock head violating her twat. Her cunt spread to let Aang inside her, feeling inch after inch pressing inside her. The tight white sash of her dress around her thin waist began to stretch and tear slightly as Aang’s cock bulged into her stomach. One of Katara’s hands went up quickly, loosening the sash in time to allow Aang to pass without damaging her outfit. Her entire tunic fell open, her massive, bruised tits spilling out towards the ground, nipples teasing at the wild grass. Her massive mammaries began to sway like heavy pendulums in tandem with the Avatar’s thrusts. Her lower lip disappeared under her teeth. Katara mewled as her body began to fuck itself against Aang’s cock. She was losing control of herself, surrendering to the carnal needs of her skin.

Aang’s hands gripped hard into her fleshy, soft hips. His fingers dug into her flesh, sinking into her thick form. His pelvis slammed against her ass, watching it ripple in a wave from the impact. Katara let out a pathetic moan as he hilted himself inside her, burying his cock head deep into her womb, bulging all the way up past it and into her stomach. Every thrust brought a muffled grunt from Katara, doing her best not to scream as she normally did.

“Cum inside me,” Katara mewled. “Make me truly sorry for what I did!”

Aang lifted his hand, bringing it down to slam it hard on Katara’s massive butt. With the heavy spank, Katara finally let her moans go, screeching out a mewling groan as she shrieked her way through an orgasm. Her cunt sprayed a pathetic line of squirt, dropping to the grass below her body. Aang hilted himself inside her pussy, feeling her clamp down hard on him.

“Please, Aang, punish me,” Katara moaned, twerking her ass on him.

“I thought you wanted to apologise?” Aang asked, confused, holding his dick where it was.

“Apologise, punish, same difference, just…” she fucked herself hard on him, frustrated that he didn’t seem to be listening. Both her hands landed on her ass, spreading her cheeks for him as she thrust onto him. “Just fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!”

Aang thrust into her hard, sending Katara’s body surging forward. She fell onto her chest, massive tits cushioning her impact. Katara moaned as Aang became a bit more aggressive. Her tongue fell from her mouth, eyes blurring over as Aang brutalised her cunt, turning her innards to liquid.

“Cum inside me~” Katara mewled out with a heavy grunt. “Fill me with your cum! Make my stomach swell with seed!”

Aang gave a final grunt. Katara shrieked in pleasure as Aang’s balls contracted. She felt his cock twitch and buck inside her, his massive cum shot firing up his cock. It erupted inside her, womb filling in seconds. Katara’s stomach swelled with Aang’s massive seed blast, quickly growing in size to match her chest. She felt her stomach digging slightly into the dirt.

“Yes~! I love how much you cum,” Katara moaned, grinding herself into Aang’s deflating cock. “I just wish you could fill me up like this every day.”

Aang pulled himself from Katara’s snatch, wiping off his cock, coated in squirt and cum. He tucked himself away.

It was nearing sundown when Zuko’s smaller boat took off up the mouth of the river, followed by the galleon Marauder’s Cause. They sailed far up the large river, earning the concern of the Pirate Captain.

“Shouldn’t we stop to search the woods?” He questioned the prince.

“We don’t need to stop,” Zuko replied sternly, “They stole a Waterbending scroll, right?”

The Pirate Captain nodded with a grunt. “Then they’ll be on the water,” Zuko finished.

Katara couldn’t sleep. She stared at the flames of their campfire. Aang and Sokka had long since drifted off. Sokka had gone on his usual rant about leaving at dawn, especially with the pirates nearby. He had wanted to leave that evening, but all had agreed that three days of nonstop travel and action had left them all drained. Katara stared at Aang’s satchel, spotting the Waterbending scroll inside. It seemed to be calling to her, staring at her with its blue medallion.

Katara lifted herself from her new sleeping bag, crossing the camp to where Aang lay. She pulled the scroll from her bag, sneaking off into the dark night of the forest. She spotted two massive eyes staring at her in the dark. Katara nearly leapt from her skin. The eyes moved, and Momo revealed herself, purring at Katara.

“Momo, go back to sleep,” Katara whispered to the Lemur-Bat. The creature purred again, earning another shushing from Katara.

At the waterbed, Katara grunted in frustration under the moonlight. She had the scroll laid out for her to read as she flailed this way and that, trying to bring the water out of the river. Her hands flailed, not caring how her chest bounced and swayed, escaping from her thin tunic and jiggling freely. Finally, the tendril snapped and fell away from her.

“Shit!” She swore, “Come on, water, work with me here!” She pulled at it again, bringing it up into the air. She moved through the motions again, “Okay, what if I just- OwH!”

It slapped her across the chest, leaving a red mark on her still bruised tits.

“Stupid scroll!” She hissed. A deep breath calmed her down, realising her frustration wasn’t helping.

“Okay, Katara, shift your weight through the stances,” She reminded herself, accidentally dropping the water. “Ugh!” She grunted.

There was a ghastly sound of metal scraping against rock from behind her. Katara turned around, peaking through the bush line behind her. There was a small Fire Nation-style personal vehicle now moored on the shore, only a few yards down from her. 

Shit! They followed us! She swore, turning to run. Her body bounced off one of the pirates, sending her to the ground. The pirate reached down, grabbing her arms.

“No!” Katara shouted, “Let go of me!” She hissed, flailing and attempting to escape. Her hands went out, grabbing hold of some river water. With a twist, she sent the stream flying up into the man’s face, temporarily blinding him. He recoiled, letting go of her, and Katara sprinted away. Grabbing the scroll as she ran. She looked up, only to find her path blocked. Zuko’s hands went out, grabbing her wrists.

“I’ll save you from the pirates,” He hissed to her, pulling Katara in close.

Katara’s arms were bound around a thick tree trunk, pulling her body back and causing her to push her chest out. Her black and blue bust had spilt from the tunic when she had turned to run, and the banished prince denied her the modesty of tucking them away. Katara was now left tied to the tree, fully exposed. Katara looked away, refusing to meet Zuko’s gaze.

“Tell me where he is,” Zuko ordered. “And I won’t hurt you or your brother.”

“Fuck you!” Katara hissed, venom coating her words.

Zuko took a moment, looking away from Katara. He brought his face back to hers, softer than before. “Try to understand,” He said, putting his hand out. He approached her, circling her as he spoke. “I need to capture him to restore something I’ve lost - My Honour.”

He leaned in, whispering haughtily in her ears. “Perhaps in exchange I can restore something you’ve lost.”

Katara let out a small, involuntary moan, feeling her core tighten and an ache. Zuko reached into a pouch on his armour, removing something. His hands danced around her throat, holding a silk sash with a small, blue medallion on it.

“My mother’s necklace!” Katara said in shock, disbelief turned to rage in her throat. “How did you get that?!”

“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Zuko replied coyly, retreating to where his men and the pirates were. He pointed at her. “Tell me where he is.”

“No,” Katara barked.

The Pirate Captain stepped forward between the squabbling duo. “Enough of this necklace garbage,” He said sternly. “You promised a scroll.”

Zuko pulled the scroll from the sash around his waist. He held it up, lighting the palm of his hand with flame underneath it. “I wonder how much money this is worth,” He hissed.

“No!” Gasped the Pirate Captain, reaching forward for it.

“A lot, apparently,” Zuko chuckled. “Now, you help me find what I want, you’ll get this back, and everyone goes home happy. Search the woods for the Monk and meet back here.”

“Fine,” The Pirate Captain grumbled, shooing his men off into the forest. He turned the Zhan and his own men.

“You all as well, I don’t trust those pirates,” He said.

The moustache and goatee’d soldier nodded, motioning for his men to disperse. Zuko tucked the scroll into his sash, leaving him alone with Katara. He did his best to ignore the near hypnotic lure of Katara’s chest. Katara, in turn, could see the outline of Zuko’s dick hardening in his breeches.

Her crotch was already damp, and getting worse by the second. Her exposed chest did little to hide her arousal, her nipples stiff on her massive breasts. Still, Zuko resisted, turning away from Katara with a huff. Katara spotted his bulge, beating against his breeches, trying to break from its cloth prison. She gave an involuntary moan, rubbing her legs together.

“Quiet, you whore,” Zuko hissed, glaring at Katara. “You can’t control yourself, can you? Not surprised. Everyone says your Water Tribe whores are prudes, but I know the truth!”

“Oh, don’t act so high and mighty!” Katara snapped back, “I can see your dick, it looks ready to leap off your body and bury itself in mine!”

Zuko went red with embarrassment. Katara licked her lips, giving an aroused giggle. “Oh, come, great Fire Prince. Don’t you think you could get that information you want out of me somehow?”

She spread her legs, letting the skirt of her tunic fall between her thighs. “I’m all restrained; you could do whatever you want to me. Isn’t that what you Fire Nation brutes love? You go around raping Earth Kingdom soldiers!”

Zuko flared his nostrils, “Quiet, or I’ll keep you quiet!”

Katara felt arousal run flush through her body at the threat. She wasn’t sure if he had meant to turn her on, but he had. Zuko stopped, seeming to realise his unintended effect. Katara spotted a blush forming on his face.

“So, are you gonna do anything about it?” Katara cooed, biting her lower lip. “You fucked those Kyoshi Whores with no problem. Maybe I’ll give up some information if you hit the right spot.” She spread her legs wider.

Zuko walked behind Katara. The Water Tribe Bimbo felt her restraints loosen. For a moment, she considered running. Zuko’s hands gripped hard into her wrists, holding her back. Katara felt a shudder of arousal course through her again. In the end, she allowed Zuko to pull her from the tree and toss her to the ground.

“Try anything, and I’ll kill you where you kneel,” Zuko grunted, undoing his breeches.

“The only thing I want to do is you,” Katara replied, licking her lips.

It’s fine she reasoned Aang and Sokka will come and rescue me. In the meantime, I might as well cum too!

Zuko’s cock emerged from his breeches, a rigid, thick thing. Bigger than Aang, with a foreskin wrapped around his cock head. Katara reached back, tossing her skirt aside to expose her massive ass and soaking wet cunt. Zuko’s cock bucked in his hand, desperate to attack the Water Tribe girl. Katara began to twerk again, shaking her ass for Zuko. Zuko lowered his cock against Katara’s ass.

“Wait …” Katara gasped, “In there?”

Zuko said nothing; he let out a grunt as he plunged his cock to the hilt into her ass. Katara shrieked, fingers digging into the dirt of the riverbank. Her eyes crossed, her vision blurred. Jaw fell slack as drool fell to the earth, tongue shooting out. Her cunt spasmed, sending a line of squirt spraying onto the ground again.

“Yesshhh!” Katara moaned. “I love it!”

“You sex addicted bimbo!” Zuko hissed.

“Mmmhm, I am a little butt slut size queen,” Katara replied, thrusting backwards onto Zuko. “Now fuck me!”

“Tell me where he is!” Zuko demanded, reaching forward to grab Katara’s braid. He pulled hard, causing Katara to arch her back to a near-uncomfortable angle. Zuko’s cock head pressed down, a bulging penetration revealing itself from under her skin between her tits.

“Yes, pull my hair!” Katara moaned. “Rape me like the whore I am!”

Zuko’s other hand came down on Katara’s ass hard, smacking it. Katara moaned, cumming again. Zuko hit her harder on the next impact, leaving massive red spots on her ass. He began to thrust into her mercilessly, her ass clapping and rippling from the brutal slam fucking her ass was receiving. He put his weight on her, driving her body into the dirt.

“Tell me where he is!” Zuko demanded. “And I won’t leave you abandoned in the woods carrying my spawn!”

Katara only moaned back at the words. “Umph, get my ass pregnant with your kid! My ass, my pussy, my stomach! Knock up every hole I have~”

Zuko only grunted. He took both of Katara’s hands, holding them behind her back in one of his own. He continued to fuck her as hard as he could, pushing Katara further down into the dirt. The Water Tribe bimbo squirmed beneath him. Zuko smiled, thinking she was close to breaking. However, he truly failed to understand that all he was doing was sending Katara’s mind to cloud nine. She was swimming in a sea of pleasure as her body was “tortured” by Zuko. Her ass felt sore, her pussy ached with arousal, and with every other thrust, she came in a pathetic spray of squirt. She moaned into the ground, trying to entice him on.

“Ooh, maybe once you’re done brutalising my asshole, you can try drowning me in your cum,” Katara moaned out. “That’ll get me to talk!”

Zuko stopped, suddenly realising her ploy. He grabbed her braid, pulling her up by her hair.

“You little slut, you Water Tribe peasants are sex addicted brutes!”

“I’m not a peasant or a brute,” Katara hissed back. “But I’ll take slut and sex addict. Actually, call me that again, I’m really close. This is gonna be a big finish.”

Zuko dropped her head back into the ground. He thrust into her.

“I’ll teach you to treat this like a joke!” He slammed his hand into her ass hard. Katara moaned as she came again, though she had to admit to herself that one had really hurt and not in a sexy way. Zuko’s pace picked up, really working over Katara’s asshole. It was starting to hurt, his cock heating up inside her somehow. She grunted, half in pleasure, half in pain.

“Let’s see how much you enjoy having your innards cooked!” Zuko shouted. He came, his balls contracted. Katara screeched in fear as she felt his cock become red-hot. A massive blast of boiling cum exploded inside her. Katara came hard, a torrent of squirt spraying from her cunt. Her body felt like it was burning up from the inside as a ball of hot liquid expanded inside her guts.

“AHHH!” Katara shrieked.

Zuko thrust hard into her, hilting himself inside her. Katara squirmed, but couldn’t break away. Finally, her body began to lose its battle, trying now to focus on containing the pleasurable pain of the downright burning sensation in her guts. Zuko pulled himself out, replacing his cock into his breeches. Katara, tears rolling down her face, began attempting to crawl away. Zuko grabbed her, replacing her around the tree. As he did so, he ripped off Katara’s tunic, a final humiliation to leave the girl completely nude.

It was just before dawn when Sokka woke. He examined the camp, and the fire had long since smouldered out. Aang was still asleep as well, curled up on the pile of hay he had elected to slumber on over a sleeping bag and Katara … was gone.

Where did she go? He wondered, crawling out of his bag. He picked up the satchel, inspecting it to find it empty.

“I don’t believe it!” He hissed, waking Aang.

“What’s wrong?” Aang asked, looking over at his friend going through his bag.

“She took the scroll,” Sokka replied. “She’s obsessed with that thing! It’s just a matter of time before she gets us all in deep shi- WHOA!”

A rope flew from the trees, wrapping around Sokka’s wrists. He was yanked forward to the ground. The Pirates emerged on all sides of them. Aang leapt to his feet, ready for a fight. Sokka’s wrists were freed as the pirate swung his rope with a weight on it down at him. Sokka leapt backwards, grabbing his club and charging the man. Aang turned around to find one of the massive pirates with two shoulder-mounted crossbows, a net slung between them. He fired at Aang.

The monk summoned a ball of air, blasting the net. His wind went right through it, hitting Aang with enough force to knock the Avatar down. He skidded across the ground right to where Sokka was engaging another pirate in a fierce melee. A third pirate grabbed the bag Aang was in. Aang looked up in time to see the heel of the pirate’s boot coming down into his face, knocking the monk out.

“I got him, come on!” The man snapped.

The man fighting Sokka swung with one of his bully clubs, driving it hard into Sokka’s gut. The Water Tribe warrior dropped to his knees, coughing and spluttering. Another sharp his across Sokka’s face sent him spiralling to the ground, blood spraying onto the ground. Sokka drew a hard breath, trying to shake off the hit he had just taken. He rose to his feet, watching them retreat.

“Oh, what?” He rolled his eyes. “Am I not good enough to kidnap?”

His question was answered with a net tossed over the warrior and another sharp crack to the back of the head.

Aang and Sokka had their hands bound and gauze and bandages applied to their wounds. Aang’s nose was bleeding from the kick to the face he had taken, and Sokka was still seeing stars. He was certain his stomach was one big bruise as well.

The pirates brought them to Zuko, waiting for them at the shoreline between his skiff and their own Galleon. Zuko’s men had returned before they did, leaving everyone gathered at the shoreline. Even Iroh had joined them, having slept through the night on Zuko’s skiff. Katara was still nude, stomach bloated with Zuko’s cum. Her hair was a mess, and her tits still covered in bruises and bite marks.

“Nice work,” Zuko grinned at the sight of the Avatar.

Sokka pulled at his restraints, trying to undo the knot work of the pirates.

These are intricate Sokka noted I guess working those sails has its benefits.

Aang stared at Katara, noting her well fucked appearance.

“Aang,” Katara called to him. “This is all my fault.”

“No, Katara,” Aang shook his head. “It isn’t.”

“Yeah, it kind of is,” Iroh added, glancing between the two.

Zuko ignored the banter, staring down the Pirate Captain. “Give me the monk.”

“You give us the scroll,” The Pirate Captain demanded.

Sokka glanced at Zuko, raising an eyebrow. Monk? He wondered He usually calls Aang … That’s it!

“You’re really gonna hand over the Avatar? For a stupid piece of parchment?” Sokka asked loudly

“Don’t listen to him,” Zuko barked, pointing at Sokka. “He’s trying to turn us against each other.”

The Pirate Captain studied Zuko for a moment but turned his attention to Sokka. “Your friend is the Avatar?” He then turned his attention to Aang, leering at the Monk.

“Sure is!” Sokka declared, leaning over to stay in the Pirate Captain’s line of sight. “And I’ll bet he’ll fetch a lot more on the Black Market than that fancy scroll.”

“Shut your mouth, your Water Tribe peasant!” Zuko ordered, pointing at Sokka.

Aang shrank away from all the eyes on him. “Yeah, Sokka,” He whispered. “You should really shut your mouth.”

Sokka, nevertheless, persisted. “I’m just saying. It’s bad business sense. Just imagine how much the Fire Lord would pay for the Avatar. You guys would be set for life!”

All of the pirates glanced at each other, all salivating over the idea of the piles of gold Sokka was describing. The Pirate Captain considered this for a moment, looking over at Zuko and the now small-seeming scroll in his hand.

“Keep the scroll,” He dismissed the banished prince with a wave of his hand. “We can buy one hundred with the reward we’ll get for the Avatar.”

They grabbed Sokka and Aang, turning to walk back to their ship.

“You’ll regret breaking a deal with me,” Zuko declared.

He pulled his foot up, kicking at the pirates. Backed up by Eeko and Jee, they launched a series of first blasts at the pirates. However, the thieves were nimble, all leaping out of the way.

Oh charged the Firebenders, throwing several pellets at them. His shots missed, but burst on the ground, forming a smoke cover. He drew his daggers and leapt into the smoke cloud. Zhan and the other spearmen charged the pirates. Sokka and Aang were suddenly surrounded by the pirates, looking to protect their prize. They dropped pellets as well, and the entire beach disappeared into smoke.

Katara watched from the sidelines. Screams of battle and pain erupted from both smoke clouds. Katara looked down at her tunic, sitting on the ground nearby. She squirmed, unable to break the restraints. Fire blasts leapt from the battle closer to her as one of the pirates screamed in agony. She felt something grab some of her restraints. She turned to find Momo working the ropes with her little hands. They came loose a moment later.

“Thanks, Momo!” She cried, reaching down for her clothes. “I owe you a bushel of apples!”

The Lemur-Bat chittered at the declaration, clearing meaning to hold Katara to that. She dressed herself as best she could, unable to close the thin waist of her tunic around her massive cumflated stomach.

Aang coughed as the smoke irritated his lungs. He couldn’t see anything beyond a foot in front of him. A dagger flew by. Aang dodged out of the way as best he could. The knife sliced his restraints, nicking his wrist again, cutting along the side where the scar from his first forearm cut was. Like before, he paid the injury little mind, doing his best to duck out of the way as a spearhead flew through the fog a moment later. It slashed across his back, earning another shout of pain from the Avatar.

Zuko escaped his own melee in the smoke, backing up slowly. He replaced the scroll in the sash around his waist, smirking to himself. The swing of a sword at him, knocking the Prince off balance, its tip running across his forehead, drawing blood. The Pirate Captain brandished his blade at the prince. Zuko growled, launching a series of fire blasts that the sea dog easily parried. He slashed at Zuko again, who caught the blade, sliding it along his bracers. Zuko spun around the man, moving in close, but the Pirate caught his wrist, holding him steady. Something hit his spine. Something turned to see the scroll flying away towards another pirate’s open hand.

The rope around the scroll went slack, freeing it. Momo intercepted, grabbed the prize and flew off. The Pirate Captain’s pet Iguana-Parrot gave chase, squawking its horrid cry at the Lemur-Bat. It bodied Momo, knocking the scroll from her clutches, and it plummeted into the smoke screen below.

Sokka was crawling through the brawl, hands still bound. A knife landed, blade down, into the riverbank in front of him. He recoiled for a moment, but soon set about cutting the rope around his wrists.

“Aang! Are you there?” He called into the cloud.

“I’m here,” The monk called back from the smoke, “Follow my voice!”

“Where?” Sokka shouted back, “I can’t find you!”

“I’m right here!” Aang shouted back.

There was a massive gust of wind, blowing away the smoke. Sokka spotted his friend to his left, a few yards away, and surrounded by pirates and Fire Nation soldiers. Aang had tossed away with the cloud with some bending. The monk realised his mistake, drawing the smoke back to him.

“Uhh! Never mind! I’ll find you!” Aang cried. Sokka shook his head, continuing to crawl along towards another thing he spotted in the brief moment where the fight had been clear.

Sokka finally reached the edge of the smoke cloud, rising to feet as Aang leapt from the cloud overhead.

“Run!” Aang shouted to his friend.

They both spotted Katara further down by a few yards, pushing her strength up against the pirate’s galleon.

“Katara, you’re okay!” Aang called to her.

The Water Tribe bimbo seemed to pay the cheer little mind. “Help me get this boat back in the water so we can get out of here!” She cried. Sokka and Aang both began to push hard, but the wooden vessel seemed well and truly beached.

“We need a team of rhinos to budge this ship,” Sokka lamented.

“A team of rhinos,” Aang smiled. “Or two waterbenders.”

They both took their stance for the first form. Pushing and pulling the water, they dragged the current around the galleon until she loosed from the bank’s edge.

“Everybody in!” Katara shouted. Aang grabbed them, pushing off with a blast of airbending.

Flames flew as Zuko continued his duel with the Pirate Captain. Despite his age and physical size, the sea dog was nimble, parrying almost all of Zuko’s hits. Uncle Iroh pushed his way in between the two, separating them.

“Are you so busy fighting you cannot see that your own ship has set sail?” He barked at the Pirate Captain.

“We have no time for your proverbs, Uncle,” Zuko protested.

Iroh simply pointed at the galleon sailing away on the river. “It’s no proverb.”

“Bleeding Hog-Monkeys!” The Pirate Captain exclaimed. Zuko began to laugh as the sea dog began sprinting down the shoreline after his ship. A moment later, he was humbled as his metal skiff went by, loaded with the pirates. One of them flashed his ass to Zuko.

“Hey! That’s my boat!” Zuko exclaimed, sprinting after the pirates.

Iroh took a moment, however, stroking his chin. “Maybe it should be a proverb.” He pondered.

“Come on, Uncle!” Zuko shouted back to the man. He turned, hurrying after Zuko.

Eeko and the other soldiers were nursing their wounds as Zuko and Iroh sprinted past. 

Out on the river, Zuko’s commandeered skiff was closing the distance to the pilfered galleon. Aang watched the metal beast cut through the water towards them.

“Sokka, can’t you make it go any faster?” Aang called to the warrior at the helm.

“I don’t know how!” Sokka shouted back. “This thing wasn’t made by the Water Tribe!”

The skiff began to pull alongside the galleon. The pirates leapt across, climbing the netting on the side of the ship and swarming onto the deck. Aang leapt through the air, spinning around as he summoned a massive wave onto the deck. Many of the pirates were thrown from their feet, tossed down back into the river water. One managed to stay on, standing again, ready to fight.

Katara steadied herself, feeling determination surge through her chest. Effortlessly, she thrust her body, bringing the water up from a puddle left behind by Aang’s wave. The attack leapt out, snapping him in the face and sending him over the edge.

“Hey!” Aang cheered. “You did the Water Whip!”

“I couldn’t have done it without your help,” Katara replied, smiling up at the Avatar.

“Will you two quit congratulating each other and help me out!” Sokka shouted. Both looked down to find Sokka in an intense melee with Oh and another pirate. He parried the blow of one with his machete, smashing him over the head with his club. Oh took the opportunity, driving his knife into Sokka’s side. The Water Tribe Warrior howled in pain. The other pirate, built like an ox, picked up the Water Tribe Warrior, throwing him off the helm and into the sail. Sokka tumbled to the ground, coughing up some blood.

“That’s good,” Oh muttered to himself.

Aang landed behind him, building up a blast of air and sending the man through the railing. The ox-built pirate lunged at Aang, but the Monk parried the blow, creating a cyclone of air to lift him. He spun the man around five times and then tossed him overboard. He leapt down to Sokka, helping the warrior to his feet.

“Aang! Look!” Katara shouted.

The monk raised his head. They were approaching the first drop of the waterfall.

“Oh no,” Aang gasped.

From behind, Oh appeared, drawing his last knife. Aang turned to face the pirate, stunned that he was still walking. Aang reached into his waistband, pulling out his whistle. Oh raised an eyebrow in confusion. Aang blew hard into the whistle, earning no noise. The pirate scoffed, moving forward to attack. Sokka leapt across the deck, slamming Oh’s head with a piece of the broken bannister. The pirate screamed in pain as blood poured from his wound. Sokka continued the attack, spinning around and kicking the man, tossing him overboard.

He winced in pain, clutching his bleeding side. He turned to Aang, still blowing into the whistle.

“Have you lost your mind?” Sokka grunted, grabbing his side, “This is no time for flute practice!”

Katara sprinted down to the duo. “We can stop the boat! Aang, together! Push and pull the water!”

They went back to back, once again in their basic form. A whirlpool began to form just off the edge of the waterfall. The galleon was soon caught, turning to its right, ass-end first.

“It’s working!” Katara cheered. “It’s slowing down!”

Soon enough, the boat was parallel to the drop, caught in two whirpools.

“We’re doing it,” Katara cheered.

Sokka looked back up the water, spotting the now unmanned skiff. “But we have another problem,” He cried, pointing at the metal ram flying towards them. The metal skiff ploughed into the boat, splintering the hull. The ship leaned over, listing to its side. The trio slid to the edge of the railing, staring down the drop.

“Jump!” Aang screamed, pulling his two companions off the hull with an air blast. They were in free fall, plummeting towards the sharp rocks below.

With a roar, Appa swooped by, catching all three in his saddle. He took off, flying away from the crash as the galleon and skiff slammed into the river below.

“I know a bison whistle would come in handy,” Aang chuckled to himself. Katara had ripped Sokka’s shirt off, treating his stab wound.

“Just be still, you’ve lost a lot of blood,” Katara cooed as she began padding his wound with a towel.

“Thanks, Appa,” Aang smiled.

“Yeah,” Sokka added weakly. “We owe you one.”

Appa grunted approvingly as they flew on.

Zuko reached the edge of the forest, looking over where the ship had dropped. “My boat!” He exclaimed at the wreckage. Some of the pirates were floating away as well, those that had survived the drop. Iroh came sprinting up as well. He caught his breath, not used to running for so long. He tucked his arms into his large sleeves, feeling something brush against his hand. He began to chuckle to himself.

“Prince Zuko,” he continued laughing. “You’re really going to get a kick out of this. The Lotus Tile was in my sleeve the whole time!”

He pulled out the tile of the White Lotus to prove his point, smiling widely at the Prince. Zuko grunted, swiping the tile from Iroh’s hand and throwing it over the waterfall. It landed with a bounce on Oh’s head.

“Aang, I still owe you an apology,” Katara said somberly. “You were just so good at Waterbending without really trying. I got so competitive that I put us all in danger. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, Katara,” Aang smiled at her.

“Besides,” Katara smiled. “Who needs that stupid scroll anyway?”

“Is that really how you feel?” Sokka asked, still shirtless with some bandages and stitching now decorating his wound. In his hand was the scroll. Aang and Katara’s faces lit up with joy. 

“The scroll!” Katara exclaimed, reaching for it. Sokka put his hand up.

“First, what did you learn?” He asked. 

“Stealing is wrong,” Katara groaned. Sokka smiled, lowering his guard. Katara swiped the scroll, clutching it close. “Unless it’s from pirates!” 

“Good one, Katara,” Aang laughed.