Chapter 6 - WAC Off

As Asami finished gargling Mako's bubbling hot firebending semen, she leaned back and bumped into the control stick and put the Satomobile into drive. The car began moving, so Asami sat onto the control stick and let it soak into her anus. She shifted her hips back and forth, trying to put it into third, but she couldn't get it to work.

Mako, currently blind (due to Asami stapling a picture of Mr. Sato's face onto his forehead), felt the car in motion. "Asami, where are we goin-" he got cut off as he felt three giant fury testicals get slammed into his mouth.

The stench was incredible, with every inhale he felt the hairs on the testicles snap off and travel down his nasal cavity. They were still bouncing from the sudden impact, and Mako was still gargling from the surprise. He blindly tried to finger his way up to try to figure out who it was. He felt skin, rough fur, smooth fur until…

"Wait, what is that?" He gasped, or rather choked, as he felt fabric, the same fabric he had worn around his neck all those years. "My scarf… Gran-gran?!" He removed the paper that was blocking his vision and saw the most stunning sight.

The car had crashed into Oogi, whose bison ballsack had broken through the windshield… and there… there it was… Gran-gran was lodged inside one of Oogi's many buttholes, halfway dangling out like a dingleberry.

Asami, now coming back to her senses, felt blood dripping from her forehead and glass shards inside her dank. She scooped the blood into her hands, crunched the glass into her cootch, and began making violent, bloody love to herself as she examined her surroundings to figure out where she was.

She glanced over at Mako's horrified face, looking at his dead grandmother's bloodied, broken, half-revealed body right in front of him.

Asami, with one hand, slowly reached over, hesitant, as if she was trying to comfort Mako but wasn't sure how. With her other hand, she pulled the scarf off of dead ol' granny and began choking herself with it.

Mako looked over at Asami in a blind rage, "ARE YOU REALLY WHACKING OFF TO THIS?"

Asami responded with a nod of pure orgasmic pleasure. Her lips curled back in a snarl, her legs trembling with bloodied goosebumps and her nipples coming into complete form.

In response, Mako reached over, grabbed her hair, and began repeatedly slamming her head into his dong.

"OH Y-ES! MA-KE ME S-UCK T-HAT FI-RE POL-E!" Asami screamed to the heavens in between slams as she whipped out her electric glove from under her seat. She placed her gloved fingers under Mako's droopy sack and began giving him the tickle experience of his life.

Every so often she would let out a shock from her glove into his hard, wobbling balls, and every time Mako would scream and pull another chunk of her hair out. Mounds of hair came crumbling into Asami's lap, but she loved it.

It's time. Mako was about to climax, and he began thrusting as hard as he could into Asami's throat. Faster, Faster, FASTER!

She gave him another shocker during his finishing thrust, but instead of semen coming out, he lightning bent the shock out of his thrusting fourteen inch penis straight into Asami's brain.

Everything went black. No longer could Sato's daughter see the distinct details of Mako's schlong and his dead grandmother lodged within Oogi's pulsing anus.

It was done.

Asami was now a brain-dead, bald faggot.

Hurr durr durrr nuggggggg… Asami thought as she spit out Mako's remaining semen from her mouth.

"That was good to me… but it also reminded me of why we broke up in the first place…" Mako said, cleaning off his semen and saliva-soaked dong. "It's because you are too horny Asami, just horny all the time… And after a while my penis just needs a break, you know? It's literally getting skin scraped off from too much friction."

"Hurnnnnghhh…" Asami replied, sticking her finger up her nose.

"Okay, I'll see you around then, Asami! And really… I did have a great time." He winked to her as he crawled over her to exit the non-totaled side of the car, slapping her in the face with his rod on his way out. A proper, fiery mushroom stamp goodbye.

Asami watched him leave, plucked a winner from her left nostril and began feasting.

Korra slid her face out from under the orgy pile, spitting out some pubes that fell into her mouth.

She sat there staring at them, thinking about it. She licked her lips, collected the fallen pubes, shoved them back into her mouth, and swallowed them. She felt the hairy texture slide down her throat and collect in her pipes. She began hulking forward and gagging. Suddenly, she popped a hairball out onto Bolin's thinly trimmed chest. He was asleep.

Korra got up and moved her way out of the pile of exhausted sweaty bodies. When suddenly it hit her.

Wait a second… I'm back! I'm back in my own body again! Aang must have fulfilled all of the sexual fetishes he set out to do! Does this mean he finally got back at Katara...?

Korra had to walk like she had just dismounted a horse-lemer, because perhaps she just had... She wandered outside, stepping over all the bodies laying on the floor.

There are hundreds of them, THOUSANDS of them. Everyone in Republic City must have gotten in on this orgy, she thought to herself as she slipped on a puddle of semen.

She made her way downtown, everything was so peaceful. Everything except her tumultuous, pounding heart.

Even after all this time… I still don't know who I am… Am I a lesbian or not?! Why am I so conflicted?! I just wish a sign from the Creators would come down and tell me who I am!

Suddenly a newspaper descended from the heavens bearing an article titled "'Korra is a dyke' CONFIRMED BY CREATORS!"

Korra picked up the news article and read, "...I think if you go back and rewatch it without a hetro-sexual lense you will see that Korra has been gay for two books now." Korra dropped the newspaper and creamed her panties.

"THIS IS IT! I KNOW WHAT I AM NOW. I'VE JUST BEEN LOOKING AT MYSELF THROUGH A HETROSEXUAL LENSE. IT WAS SO OBVIOUS!" she yelled into the empty streets of the postorgasmic city.

And with that, she immediately got naked and ran to find Asami.

She found Mako naked bandaging up his skinned off penis and balls in an alleyway. It must be hard for him to have a casted up arm and crotch. Korra thought as Mako looked up and noticed her for the first time.

"Korra! It's been so long!" Mako announced waddling over to her with his pants around his ankles. He was definitely doing a penguin. Korra could see his half-chub rocking back and forth like a grandfather clock, she caught herself drooling at the sight of it.

NO, STOP. I'm attracted to Asami. I'm gay, and that's final! she convinced herself as she reached over and gave Mako the sickest handy.

"OW, Korra, I'm bleeding!" Mako said with a grin that said: "Let's F***."

After Korra pulled herself off of Mako's ridiculously long, sharp, erect penis, she asked him, "Have you seen Asami anywhere? I have to talk to her." She was secretly trying to distract herself from the fact that she had just done hetero sex.

That's the last time. I know what my destiny is now. She reassured herself once more.

Mako looked over at her to respond, "Oh yeah, we banged it out in her dead dad's car... Oh, and also, Oogi and my grandma are dead."

"MAKO! You player!" Korra said while gently flicking his tip sarcastically. "Okay, it was great seeing you, I gotta go find her now."

Korra left in search of her, she looked through alleyways, in buildings, in the pro bending arena, stepping over sweaty, naked, semen covered bodies everywhere she went…

Where did she go?! The only place I haven't looked yet is… the SPIRIT PORTAL OF COURSE! Korra excitedly jumped in joy, making her water break.

She found Asami there, in a wheelchair, in front of the Spirit Portal.

"Asami… what are you doing here? And why are you in a wheelchair?"

"Durrrrrrr nerrrrgbhhhhhh…" Asami managed to say through her drool-soaked mouth.

"I have to tell you something, Asami… It's serious…" Korra said, sitting next to brain-dead, bald, faggoted Asami. "I'm pregnant."

"Durpy durp durp… guhhhhhhhh blerp…" Asami said in response.

"But don't worry, I'm going to get rid of it, I can't be a full-blown dyke if I'm pregnant. I have to do this to prove it to myself." Korra said bravely.

"...durrrrrr!" Asami snorted out, cross-eyed.

And with that, Korra laid Asami on the floor, belly up.

"I know how much you wanted your poo fetish wet dream to be fulfilled… and how hesitant I was… Well, I want you to know that I'm all in now." And with one wave of her arms, Korra threw out the zygote from her snatch onto Asami's stomach with fetusbending. The baby was black. It was Kai's.

Asami squirmed in pleasure with the poop colored baby on her stomach. She began thrusting, creamed herself, and smiled through her drool-covered lips.

"I love you Asami," Korra whispered.

"Durk doodoo…" Asami replied in pleasure as Korra waved her arms, preparing to pull out the twin.

終 わり

Author's Note: It has been incredible writing the first part of Korra and Asami's sexual adventures following the original 'Legend of Korra' series. Where the creators may have failed, we fully believe that we have prevailed. Thank you for joining us for this inspiring, eye-opening experience. I know our sexualities have been tested even just through the writing of this book.

As you can see, however, the chink words above state 'The End.' But is it, truly? Please tune in shortly and turn your way to our Book 2 release. It will be titled "Orange Is the New Korra: Korra's Gump." It's gonna be a good one, folks. Have a wonderful night.