"We're going to have to go back, Sokka. I'm sorry I know we were going to see Aang and Katara but they're gonna have to wait, for now." She glumly stated, worry fixed within her eyes.

"I know." He interjected, his voice low and threaded with heartfelt understanding to her plight.

Since they had left Suki and Sokka were making good ground on their way from Kyoshi Island to Full Moon Bay. The journey thus far had been without issue and the couple were enjoying the calm waters that bridged Suki's island to the main land. After the fourth day of travel however news came in the form of a messenger hawk, sensing her apprehensiveness Sokka placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as Suki went about undoing the birds back holster. And that was when she read it, her eyes saddening and shoulders slumping forward, defeated.

"What's the matter?" he tentatively spoke, searching her eyes for her sudden change in disposition.

"It's from the girls, Oyaji. He's sick." She distantly stated, jade green eyes swelling with sorrow as the tears began to brim around her eyelids.

"Oh know..Is, is it bad?" he tried, dejection now becoming of his own voice at hearing the news.

"They're saying he suddenly fell ill just after we left, and that he's only gotten worse since then. She shut her eyes tight, trying to will the tears back but it was in vain. Her hands balled, nearly scrunching up the letter they'd held as tears now freely fell from her eyes. Oyaji had been like a second father figure to her, always there for her in her time of need or whenever she was feeling down. Suki had always admired how even during the tough times that the war had brought with it, he'd always put the needs of others before his own. In fact just about the whole island had been touched in some form or another by her elder's kindness. Strangers that happened upon their land, even at times the very enemy, who'd to most would have been shunned he'd help in their hour of need. He had given her so much to be proud of; an opportunity to do good for her people, to lead as an example and reinvigorate the image of the Kyoshi Warriors.

Sokka took her into a warm embrace, dipping his head into hers as she placed her hands on his chest.

"I don't know the future, but if there's one thing I do know is that Oyaji is a tough one. He's never backed down form a challenge in his entire life and I know for a fact he's not about to now either, he's too strong willed. Understand?" he whispered down into her hair before pulling away and tenderly placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I do, I just don't want anything to happen to him, why didn't I notice this before? I should have seen this coming. How could I have been so sightless to him?" she sobbed, guilt shimmering from her green orbs that held onto the empathic storm blues of the ones looking back.

"Hey, this isn't your fault, how could you have known? Oyaji knows if there'd been anything you could have done to help, you would have. But you didn't know, no one did." He reassuringly whispered down to her, his arms wrapping tighter around her body.

"Right then, let's not waste any more time, we'll catch the next intersection fairy back to Kyoshi Island." He said, determination coloring his voice.

It had been a hard blow to the two, both having been set to reacquaint with old friends and family. Time only making their longing for the other couple only grow in stature, giddy natured and jumping at the idea to have at least some of the gang reunited within the great walls of the Earth Kingdoms capital. To catch up and share in the good old times their friendship had meandered through. It was one they were going to have to put on hold for the time being, much to a saddened Sokka and Suki who set out writing the letter that was to inform Aang and Katara of their change of plans.

"We'll be back for you's in four weeks." Sokka mussed, a hopeful smile spread across his jaw while looking out towards the departing massager hawk as its outline slowly muddled into the horizon.


Katara's eyes scanned over the letter, the flash of gloom within those vast depths easy for him to pick up on.

"What's wrong master?" she heard him ask, and she wanted to answer him straight back, but her mind's wandering distracted her. Her eyes and thoughts too engrossed in the revelations they had just came across.

"It's from Sokka and Suki." She finally spoke, her voice cast with worry and doubt.

"Oyaji is sick. They don't know if he'll pull through." She continued, her expression blank and posture stiff with worry for her brother and one of her best friends. He wanted to speak, to tell her everything was going to be alright but he couldn't, he sensed her unease at the news and wanted to reassure her but felt it best to just acknowledge the sudden less than good news.

"Oh no, I know they were really close. But let's just hope he makes a speedy recovery. It's the best we can do for them now." He said, his voice gentle and assuring, easing her concern for the two.

"I know, they've headed back to Kyoshi for now, but will be back in three or four weeks." She mussed, her tone softening, a lightheartedness now dissolving the once sorrowful atmosphere within the room.

"On the flip side of things, I guess that now leaves me with nearly a whole month to do whatever I want to you slave." She perked up, the wicked smile lingering on her lips now mirrored on his own. Her eyes beaming and springing to life as her sinful and kink crazed ideas came to life in her head.

"Ya know, I think you still don't look quite the part yet pet. Your fucking in the ass can wait, for now." She smugly stated, her eyes portraying that of lust and need, no doubt ready to resume in on the ruthless fucking she was just about to give him not minutes before hand, but there was a hidden intent to those blues, one which he would soon find come to life. Katara walked back over to where she left her bags from earlier and reaching in she pulled out a folded black bag that looked like it contained some sort of clothing, it was the same type of bag the wealthy earth kingdom citizens would use to cover and protect their fine articles of clothing that would usually only be found at royal balls or high class social events. Reaching for the zipper of the bag Katara undid the zip before pulling out her mystery item. Held on her right hand now was a vibrant pink latex suit, its glossy exterior shinning beautifully in the light of the afternoon sun. Aang's jaw all but dropped at seeing the newly revealed item of clothing, his thoughts racing to that of embarrassment and slight residing curiosity at the same time. Since first seeing his Masters seductive body clad within tight latex that hugged every fine ark of her curves he had always wondered what it was like to wear the new and taboo material, and from the looks of it he was about to find out. Both to his dismay and curiosity, the heat resonating from his cheeks at her stark choice of color. It was a single piece that started with a turtle neck tank top with leggings and a two inch frilly hem around the waist to complete the look with a zipper that ran from the neck down to the base of the back. More notably the avatar also observed a small zipper placed just where his anus would be. The young man's eyes lit up with naughtiness as he pondered the potential uses his master would no doubt have for such a zip. If the Avatar was hoping for a more manly looking costume he had now been sorely mistaken as the feminine styling of the singlet were handed off to him, poised and waiting for him to squeeze into. Much to the delight and amusement of his dominant lover, her sinful grin clear as day as she eyed up her rosy cheeked slave.

"Don't worry pet, you'll look soo pretty when it's on." She giggled, the enjoyment at his dispense radiating from her voice.

"And take off your collar, you'll need to in order to get that lovely neck of yours into the suit." She seductively suggested whilst offering him the singlet.

After being handed the degrading article of clothing Aang made for the bathroom, latex in hand as he proceeded to enter the small room, closing the door behind him before taking a seat on the side of the bath tub. With a disgruntled huff he set about unzipping the back of the suit before gingerly slipping his feet into the openings at the legs. While the outside of the suit was glossy and smooth its inside felt entirely different, its material dragged and clung to his skin like sticky tape. She had instructed him to coat its inside with something called talc powder and after doing so it made the process inherently easier. After sliding his feet in he began to pull the legging portion of the suit up his legs only to find when his toes reached the bottom they found attached socks awaiting them, only adding to the kinkiness. Shrugging the errant thought from his head he concentrated on working the suit up to his hips, quickly working his package into the confines of the rubbery material. Aang nimbly hoped to his feet, casting a quick look down at his legs considering the fit so far, the suit wasn't even half way on and it was already tightly conforming to every curve of his legs. Katara must have given the tailor his exact measurements he'd mussed. Wiggling his hips he squeezed his backside into the suit, contemplating how best to get into the rest of the garment. Deciding to start with his left arm he pulled the body glove up and contorted his body back slipping his arm through the hole of the tank top section, before doing the same for his right. Rolling his shoulders he pinched his back which made everything fit a lot more snuggly in all the right places. Reaching around he decided there'd be no way he'd to able to zip up the back zipper himself and with a small chuckle to himself and his admiral efforts he made for the door, opening it up and revealing his latex clad body to an awaiting Katara, her lips still curled in a wicked grin.

"Good boy, now over here and I'll zip you up nice and tight." She purred, her lustful tone now making the avatars tightly encased sex now near painful. Turning around on the spot Katara reached for the zipper and the base of his back and slowly and erotically started to pull it up his back, a small sigh pressed past her lips as she went before finally the zip was pulled up to his neck. This made everything a whole lot tighter and form fitting with every inch of his legs and torso now covered in the materials glossy like grip. After he'd been zipped up Katara then went about replacing the collar, wrapping the buckles around his neck and securing it just as tightly as it'd been before.

"Oohhh, you look soo pretty in pink my little pet." She mockingly flattered, making her way around and facing her pink clad submissive and admiring her handy work,

"Perfect, now spin around and let me see all those fantastic curves." She sweetly told him, her eyes derisive and lapping with lustfulness. Aang did as instructed, spinning on the spot, the hem of his outfit slightly waving as he twirled.

The latex really was like a second skin instantly transmitting every sensation and feeling from the wooden floor below, his reaction to the newly found feeling of the rubbery material having been just the same as Katara's. Aang licked his lips and found they now had a sheen of sweat on them, as well as the sudden perspiration forming on his body Aang soon felt his nipples starting to rapidly harden due to the sensation of the latex rubbing against them. He took a few steadying breaths trying to tame the arousing feeling the tight rubber was causing his body. Aang choose to try and concentrate on something else, busying his mind with other thoughts that didn't involve the erotic feel of rubber against his skin but soon found his attention was soon brought back when the material around his sweaty lower back and rump hadn't quite settled into their final resting position on his body when the taught material slipped up between his ass cheeks and folded up against his puckered anus. He couldn't hold it back any longer and his toes scrunched into the wooden floor beneath them as a soft moan pressed past his lips. Only widening the aberrant grin playing on his master's lips.

It was degrading, having to wear such a feminizing outfit, his cheeks attesting to the fact when he felt the heat of embarrassment rising on his face. While having to perform and boast his body to her in such a way was at first humiliating, he had to admit the feel of the latex against his skin was something he quickly began to love. The tightness of it, the way it hugged and constricted every nook and cranny on his body, how it amplified the heat of his body and made him sweat – it was joyous.

"Eerrmm as much as I'd love to get back to fucking your ass, it's getting late. We can start again in the morning and besides, from the looks of it that latex is doing a fine job torturing you. Hmm I'm sure you'll be begging to cum in the morning." She said, undoing the straps of the harness letting it fall to her ankles, dildo in tow. Crawling into the bed she turned to her side eyeing him up. He knew the new rules and knew what was coming next. Making his way over to the side of the bed he knelt down, her wild blues connected with his pleading storm grays.

"May I enter, mistress?" he asked, his question having gotten the answer he was hoping for when she started to nod her head. Climbing into the bed he snuggled up beside her, her arm reaching around and resting on his hip, as sleep began to overtake them both.