Chapter 5 - The Fuckening
The sun glittered on the edge of the great harbor that rimmed the strong metropolis that was Republic City. The clouds, like dots from an ink pan, were splashed with the brightest hues of purple and gold from the setting sun. The waves rocked ever so gently against the shore nearest to the Spirit Portal as a flock of beaver gulls winged their way across the rippling, azure surface. The mountains, dyed in their lush pink, purple, and blue hues, rippled ever so gently in the distance, screaming bisexual-flag symbolism, as if God himself had forced Korra and Asami's queefers together together.
The world was at peace. The war was over. Republic City was calm.
Yet… Every fiber of Korra's innermost being was quaking.
What… Am I?
Avatar Aang was still inside Korra, both literally and figuratively, as she walked her way up the winding staircases of Air Temple Island, Asami following just slightly behind.
What am I doing here? Have I made the right decision? Did I just lose part of myself when I humped the living crap out of Juicy, that snotty bison… Was it bad for me to use his phlegm as lube for Asami's strap-on salami? I'm LESBIAN, right? Why would I enjoy such a massive, fury whacker being rammed up my pooter hole, then? What's WRONG with me?!
As she continued to question herself and her rock-hard morals, the stability of which was only bested by a rock-hard d***, Aang walked her body into the main hall of the air temple.
I can tell you're a little flustered by all this, Korra, Aang whispered from the depths of her soul, But I must tell you two things. One, thank you so very much for allowing me to use your body like a sex toy. You are like a mighty python dildo, a beautiful breed I crafted in my Penis Prairie. Thank you. Two, things are about to get even more raunchy. Prepare your anus.
And with that, Avatar Aang blew the door to the central room open, kicking it harder than Zaheer boned Sparky Sparky Boom Woman in the middle of that Air Nomad shrine.
No one was there!
The door bounced slowly back into place as Asami grabbed Korra's right butt cheek, stepping up beside her, "Where is everyone? Where's the orgy you promised? Aang… I'm… I'm so hot, and I need action NOW."
Korra was about to answer when Aang wheeled her body around and tackled Asami to the ground. In a matter of seconds, Aang had torn every inch of clothing from the woman's titillating body, EVERY pun intended, and had waterbended every ounce of milk from Asami's ripe hooters.
"DO ME WITH MY OWN MILK, AANG. SHOW ME HOW YOU CAN BE THE LAST QUEEFBENDER!" Asami screamed through horny, gritted teeth as the last drop tore from her erect titay, making a satisfying shurunk sound as her powder puff, now empty, sagged back into its resting place atop her heaving chest.
"You don't have to ask me, again," Aang slobbered as he dropped another warm, glowing turd onto Asami's stomach. "Just let me rub this in with my tiny bum while I bend your milk into perfection."
Korra couldn't complain, the show was incredible. Looking through her own eyes, Korra saw her hands flowing back and forth, bouncing between slapping a naughty breast and milkbending. Her body moved on its own, smearing the brown paint across Asami's tummy. All of it, every single sexual bit of it, was so incredible to see.
But… She couldn't feel a thing of it. Aang had gathered every single nerve in her body for himself. For his own pleasure.
Am I doing the right thing? I… I wish I could feel all of this. Asami's such a banga banga, but… I don't get to feel this! Am I being philanthropic or just stupid? C'mon, Korra! Figure this out!
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a moaning squeal as Aang finished milkbending a rapturous, ribbed dildo and plugged it all the way into Asami's coocoo. Korra felt herself squirm pleasurably as the last milky white testicle, jiggling angrily, slipped all the way up into Asami's roaring butterfly.
Even though the wriggling dildo disappeared, Aang continued to bend it around inside her snatch, and Korra saw Asami's poop-covered stomach bulged. He's reached her uterus! Aang has successfully waterbended a milk dildo all the way into Asami's uterus! The legends foretold of this!
As if in response to such a momentous, prophetic instant, a tiny little chirrup sounded from Asami's baby hole. Aang squealed with delight and stopped waterbending the milk dildo, his hands quickly forming the motions of airbending. No air seemed to move differently throughout the room, however. What is he airbending?!
"Oh… OH KORRA!" Asami's body contorted beneath the conjoined Avatars, her groin lifting towards the ceiling in pleasure. "BEND MY QUEEEEEEFS!"
There's no way… There's no way!
Now the true power of Avatar Aang shone. Not only had he milkbended, but now he was also queefbending. Not just any queef, however, but the smallest, sweetest, sexiest of queefs. It now floated in a perfect sphere before the two of their conjoined shapes.
"KOOOORRRA!" A booming voice cut across the room, emanating from the stairwell in the corner.
Aang stopped cold in his tracks - the queef ball dissipating into the dusty air temple, the frozen milk dildo still stuck in Asami's tight vajayjay - and turned toward the source of the voice. Asami moaned, pawing at her crotch as the airbender caused Korra's body to stand up.
She heard herself say, "Ten… Tenzin?!"
Was that shame or excitement that caused Aang's voice to shiver as it came out through my busty throat?
"What is the meaning of this?!" The airbender nomad, his blue arrow gang tat furrowed alongside his angered brow, strode into the room with his cloak swirling behind him. "Explain yourself!" he bellowed before Aang could mumble an answer.
Korra's mind began to reel, however, for, despite Aang's hardest attempts to get Korra's voice to function, he only managed to gasp out a breath before Tenzin's long, sweaty schlong forcefully rammed its way all the way to the back of her throat.
Before Korra could even blink, the air nomad had flung his cloak off to reveal his white, butt-naked, tattooed body beneath; and before she could finish gasping, he had slapped his eighteen inch dinger to life, air bent a puff of oxygen across his gooch, and beautifully leapt across the remainder of the room to land his flag in the moist, gaping foreign land that was her mouth.
She felt Aang writhe for an instant within her, then his voice boomed out around Tenzin's pulsating rod, topping Asami and Tenzin's combined orgasmic tones, "I'VE WAITED A CENTURY FOR THIS MOMENT! I'M F***ING MY GROWN CHIIIIILD!"
Tenzin was only able to pump his peeper in and out of Korra's mouth two and a half times before another voice kicked its way into the sexual orchestra, "TENZIN! Korra…? ASAMI?!" Pema stepped lightly down the last stair. "I thought… I thought I heard something. Is… Is this a joke? Is this some magical dream?!" Rohan let out a small cry as his mother shifted his tiny baby weight in her arms.
Tenzin coughed, extracting his dong, dripping with saliva, from Korra's mouth, and said, "Pema… It's not. It's not what you think."
"Oh I know exactly what I think!" and with that, the frail, beautiful woman tossed her four year-old child from her arms, slamming its soft head into a pillar beside her, and wrenched her conservative robes from her body to reveal a Leather Mama outfit, rusty chains and all, adorning her. "Pema's here with a poontang ready for some poonana!" The chains latched onto her nipples rattled noisily as Rohan's dilapidated body slid across the semen-covered floor.
The ravenous four-way orgy only lasted a minute and a half, and only three of them were able to explosively orgasm before they were rudely interrupted by another noise.
"Korra! You're home!" It was Bolin! He was walking down the stairs with Opal at the lead, and it looked like they were playing a game of wheelbarrow down the steps.
Such a silly couple, Korra thought as Pema pulled the leather bondage strap from her eyes and let the steel bit slide from her sore mouth. I'm glad to see they've maintained some semblance of innocence.
"Wait… Korra… Asami? Tenzin?! PEMA!?" Bolin had finally separated the pile of writhing limbs from one another and realized the truth behind the coitus occurring just beneath him. He faltered with Opal's legs for a moment before recollecting himself.
Korra bit down on her lip, feeling remorse for having to act this way in front of the young couple, only newly reunited in a stage past 'hatred acquaintanceship.'
But Bolin spoke again before any of them could answer, "WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS SEND ME AN INVITE?!"
It was at that moment that Korra's vision was able to clear up. She shook her head once to clear it even more. What she saw she could not believe.
Bolin hoisted Opal's legs up once more. He was holding them just above the knee, grasping onto her sinewy thighs with his coarse hands. They were both butt-cheek naked. Opal's muscular arms held her upper body up, but they shook just enough to produce the perfect amount of jiggle physics on her petite yet perky tootoos. Above her waist, the two bodies seemed to conjoin, and Korra realized that was because Bolin's earthbending dong was rammed fully into Opal's tender bum.
She moaned pleasurably as they took a conjoined step forward, performing the sexiest wheelbarrow relay race of all time. "We were practicing our sex moves upstairs," she whimpered through clenched teeth. Bolin's chode must have been gigantic, "When we heard a commotion. We couldn't stop, but we wanted to see what was happening."
Bolin nodded, his one, tight Jew curl bouncing like a twenty cent Vietnamese hooker on his head, more puns intended, "You guys! You would be so impressed with me! I learned how to lava bend my sperm! I don't know how it works and it seems like some sort of magic that shouldn't work but…" He gazed down the length of the naked gun that was Opal resting on the cock, "She likes a fiery hot orgasm. It doesn't hurt you, does it schnookums?"
"It does… But it lights the passion deep within my soul for more, you earthbending demi-god. Ladies and gentlemen, Bolin was not born an earthbender for nothing. His sack feels like a bundle of boulders when he slaps me in the face with it."
"Sure does!" By now the quad-legged sex-mobile consisting of the two of them had reached the still-squirming pile of orgasming bodies upon the floor in the center of the screwing stadium. "Mind if we join in?"
At that moment, Pabu poked his head out of Bolin's clenched anus and coiled his way around the man's body, tickling multiple gooches as he went.
Everyone laughed heartily as the sun poked its last dying rays through the bountiful windows on the majestic Air Temple Island.
Then one of the most incredible orgies went down. Pema went ham on Korra's Avatar anus with her all-leather strap-on, Asami filled Korra's donut with a slab of meat while she breathed deep the scent of the avatar's armpit pubes, Bolin kept his dinger in Opal's butt while simultaneously whacking off to the show and receiving a blower from the newfound airbending Opal (an astounding feat in of itself), Tenzin tea-bagged Korra's ravaged back with his poofy airbender nuts, Pabu snorted pube dandruff from every crotch he could get his furry nose to, and Rohan tried his hardest to crawl to the nearest telephone to make a call for medical attention for his definitive concussion and hemorrhaging.
THIS is what I am, Korra thought excitedly. The bonding, the love, the passion, the sex. It was what fueled her. There was just the right balance of penis and vagina. Just the right mixture of sexual body fluids. Aang had lost the ability to keep all of Korra's stimulated nerves to himself, and the constant orgasms flowed over her in waves, now. I live for orgies like THIS. This does not detract from who I am. I am no less of a dyke because of this. I am powerful. I am strong. I am well-endowed. I am a true, ordained Sexitar.
And finally, the young avatar felt peace within her chest, even though it was currently being sucked dry like a slurpee by Meelo. He had snuck in like a proper pre-teen boy. It was good to see him, again.
All the while, Avatar Aang, still deep inside Korra's snickerdoodle, sighed a deep, hearty, pleasure-filled sigh. It had all been worth it.
Airbending a nearby mover camera until it rested at the perfect angle, he began recording what would go down in history as one of the most awe-inspiring orgies to hit the mover screens.
He just couldn't wait till he could show Katara. That dirty, good-for-nothing, bony-
"Korra...? Asami?! Tenzin?! Pema?! Rohan?! Bolin?! Opal?! Pabu?! MEELO?!"
Everyone froze. The silence was more deafening than a Firelord Fart.
All heads, including penises, slowly turned to the door leading from the great main hall. There, standing outlined by the pale moonlight shining across the bay, was Mako.
