And here it is, the last chapter of Reality Shifts. I know some people got the sense it was going to be longer, but I'd always imagined keeping it relatively short and sweet. Hope you enjoyed the story, and if you're so inclined, check out my other, longer Korra tale, In Victory and Defeat, now well underway.

When Korra stiffened beneath her, Asami could tell immediately that something had changed. This was different than the stillness that often came before her lover's climax, an indication of a shift, not a peak. Despite the fact that Korra had just begged her not to stop, Asami still paused, unsure of how to react to this development.

While she was hesitating, though, Korra's eyes met her own and there was such hunger there that there was no doubt what she needed. Asami tried to oblige, running her fingers back over her lover's clit, but the reaction wasn't what she'd expected. A low groan forced its way out of the Avatar's throat, which was nice, but then her left arm twitched in a bending motion. A stream of the water left over from the shower flowed across the room and gathered above the bed. A surprised Asami barely had her time to pull her hand out of the way before the liquid coalesced into a more coherent shape atop Korra's groin and cooled, forming a sort of…

Cock. It was definitely an ice cock now jutting up towards her. Intrigued, Asami wrapped a hand around the shaft. It was cool to the touch but not as cold as she'd expected, its temperature somehow controlled by the Avatar's bending. She pumped the length, and Korra swallowed hard, letting out a grunt of pleasure that was more guttural than what Asami was used to. She looked down and realized that the construct had been created so that the motion was stimulating Korra's clit, rather like a toy they had recently introduced into their sex life.

She's having a vision, Asami realized. She thinks she's someone else now, and her unconscious mind is using her bending to change her body into a facsimile of the way it thinks it should look.

Assuming she was right about this new development, it was important for Asami to go with it, to help Korra to stay in the memory long enough to make whatever breakthrough she needed to. She kept stroking the newly formed shaft, marveling at the reaction her touch generated. The Avatar's hand reached down, tangling itself in Asami's hair while she began mumbling endearments. Her voice had dropped half an octave lower than usual, and her speech patterns were unfamiliar. At first, it didn't bother Asami, but when the Avatar muttered, "Yes, Ummi, just like that," she was a little taken aback.

It's still Korra, she reminded herself. It's like she's dreaming is all.

Still, Asami decided it might be easier if she had a little stimulation of her own, so she said, "Of course, my love." Probably better not to use names right now. "But I could use some attention too. You don't want to be selfish, now do you?"

She didn't know exactly what Korra had heard, but she seemed to get the basic message. She shifted onto her side even while the Asami did the same, the two of them positioning themselves in a sixty-nine. Whoever her lover was in her head, she remained quite skilled. Her lips were warm on Asami's hips, planting kisses along the sensitive flesh even while the engineer returned her attention to the pseudo-cock in front of her. It was a bit like licking an ice cube, unusual but not unpleasant. She pulled the tip into her mouth while her hands kept working on the shaft. It was being maintained in some sort of intermediate state between water and ice, solid but not hard, and cool without being painful to touch. She wasn't sure what Korra was feeling when it was stroked, but it was clearly pleasurable in some way, the touches making her murmur into Asami's sex. The whole thing was fascinating in its way, but Asami didn't have long to appreciate it properly.

Her lover had stopped teasing her, and when her mouth closed around Asami's clit, the engineer had a hard time thinking about anything else. Korra's lips formed a tight seal around the bud, while her tongue ran up and down its swollen length, applying a constant pressure. Asami moaned around the ice in her mouth, pumping the shaft faster. She could have sworn that it was warming in her hands, almost as if it was real, but Korra's bending refused to let it melt, the addition retaining its shape in spite of the growing heat.

Strong hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against Korra's mouth, while her lover's fingers kneaded Asami's ass, The engineer couldn't help but notice small differences in technique from what she was used to but it was still marvelous, and she tried to relax and just enjoy the experience.

Korra was certainly doing that. Her hips bucked, and her cock pressed deeper into Asami's mouth. There was something infectious about her passion, and the engineer was losing herself in it, letting herself savor the electricity of Korra's tongue along her clit without worrying about anything else. She could feel the tension in her lover's hips, the building need to come, and its familiarity was reassuring. Whatever was happening to the Avatar's mind, her body was still the one that Asami had spent so much time learning.

"Go on, sweetheart," she purred, continuing to pump the cock even while she lifted her mouth off of it, "Come for me."

"But you haven't…" Korra started to protest. Her voice was different than usual, but beneath the deeper tones, it was still recognizable. It was still Korra that she was pleasuring, and that was something she always enjoyed doing.

"I will," she assured her lover, "Later. Now, let me feel your pleasure."

Korra groaned at her words. The tongue on Asami's clit had stopped working, but her lover's hands remained wrapped around her, squeezing her ass tighter as the engineer worked the shaft.

"The tip. Suck on it. Please."

Asami wasn't sure what sensation could actually be felt there, but she did as she was asked, sliding the cool head back into her mouth. A deep sigh came from Korra's throat, and her hips pumped frantically as she abandoned her attempts to hold back. It only was only a matter of seconds after that. Korra stiffened again, and this time it did mean her climax.

When it came, it was remarkable. The solid water in Asami's mouth rippled as if it was alive and then it pulsed. Little wet spurts flew out, mostly water, but mixed in was some of the Avatar's taste, somehow bent out of her body. No matter what else was going on, Asami adored that flavor, rich and tangy, and incontestably Korra, and she kept sucking on the faux cock as if it was real, drawing out everything that her lover had to give her.

Only once Korra had stopped pulsing beneath her did Asami looked up, and when she did, she was surprised by what she saw. The lids of the Avatar's eyes were fluttering open and closed, and even when Asami was able to look into them, the blue orbs were glazed and distant.

What's going on, Korra? Asami wondered. Where are you?

As her body shook from the force of her climax, Korra gasped. With pleasure, yes, but also with surprise. For the last few minutes, it had been Ummi laying beside her, but now, the other woman was wavering. Her skin had turned pale once more before shifting back to brown once more.

Come back, Ummi. I need you. Korra blinked, trying to figure out where that thought had come from. From Kuruk's mind, obviously. The same place as the image of Ummi had. It wasn't just her perception of the present that was blurring now, but her feelings, and it was hard to say where those other Avatars ended and she began.

"Are you all right?" A warm hand was pressed against her cheek, though whose it was, she could no longer say. It's color and size seemed to shift while she looked at it, and Korra closed her eyes, trying to blot out the confusion. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. Without any visual reference points to ground her, whole scenes were free to appear before her, places she had never been, people she had never met flashing by one after another.

A walk across a frozen field, the morning sun lighting up Ummi's face as she goes on her toes for a kiss. The cool air should chill her, but right then, she can't feel anything but warmth.

A kiss by the side of a lake, again with a Water Tribe girl, but not it's Ummi now, her long braid brushing against the side of her face. One of her hands slips back to squeeze her girlfriend's ass, enjoying the delighted little squeak it produces.

A palace carved of red marble, a sea illuminated only by moonlight, a forest stretching as high as the eye can see, the faces of men and women racing by, faster and faster, their features blurring together…

She threw her eyes open, and this time it was Asami's face that she saw. The engineer was kneeling front of her, stroking her. "It's me," she whispered, "I'm here."

"Asami, I…" She stumbled over her words, trying to remember who and where she was, and her eyes fixed on her lover's beautiful features. On Asami, the woman who loved… Korra. I'm Korra, she said to herself, repeating the name a few times until it felt right again. But a part of me is Kuruk too, and Aang, and Wan, and Kyoshi, and every other Avatar in-between, and I have to sort them out before I get totally lost.

"I'm here too," she said, her voice clearer and stronger now.

"Korra?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "It's still me. I think I was Kuruk for a minute there, but I'm back."

"Good." Asami gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "It was a little unusual, is all."

"Yeah, it was for me too. But it's working. More of my Avatar memories are coming back to the surface. But I'm not there yet." She hesitated before she made her next request. There was clear nervousness in Asami's eyes, and Korra could hardly blame her. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have lover drifting in and out the way she had been doing, especially at such an intimate moment. But Asami had said she wanted to help, and the engineer wasn't one to give up. "Can we keep going?" Korra finally asked. "I'd understand if you didn't want to, but I feel like I'm close to a breakthrough."

By way of reply, Asami grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for another kiss. This was no gentle peck, filled instead with an impressive hunger. Her lover seemed to be trying to take in every part of Korra, and only once they were panting for breath did Asami finally draw back. "We can. But I want to have your body closer to me this time. I don't want to forget you're the one who's really making love with me, even for a second."

"I can do that."

Korra wrapped Asami up in her embrace, pulling the two of them down onto the bed together. This definitely wasn't a request she minded. It was almost unreasonable how good Asami's body felt pressed against hers: the warm, pale expanses of her skin, the soft swell of her breasts, her strong arms gripping the muscles of Korra's back, and the Avatar let herself sink into the sensations. More kisses followed fast on each other, and Korra used her hands to explore all of those wonderful curves, since she couldn't bear to pull her mouth away from her lover's.

Her thigh slid between Asami's legs, and the engineer pressed her sex against it immediately. It was already slick, Asami still turned on from what her other self had failed to finish, and when Asami's own leg was offered, Korra entwined herself with it. There was something primal about making love this way, flesh pressed to flesh, looking into Asami's eyes. She could see each flash of desire there, hear every gasp, feel the heat of the engineer's breath on her face.

Korra's hand took hold of Asami's hip, pulling her closer. "I love you," she breathed in the ear she was nibbling on. "I never want to lose you…"

"…Ummi." She said the name without thinking, and now it was the Water Tribe woman writhing beneath her, rubbing her body against the Avatar's cock.

Asami realized suddenly that Korra had reformed the appendage, and now its tip pressed against the outside of her sex, nudging through the wet folds. The cool touch made her shiver, but not for long. Korra's creation began heating up, and Asami realized she was eager to find out what it would feel like inside of her. With one hand, she took hold of Korra's ass, guiding her onto the right angle for entry.

It was difficult to describe what the shaft felt like as it pushed inside of her. It wasn't exactly hard, but it still had a firmness that stretched her very pleasantly, and she groaned as it filled her dripping sex. It was definitely warm now, and starting to pulse, almost as if it was alive. It felt nice, but it was once Korra began to move inside of her that Asami was really able to appreciate what it could do.

Their hips crashed together, and Asami let out a high moan. She had always enjoyed the Avatar's power and this shift let her put it to good use, each thrust sending powerful shocks through Asami's body. She wasn't sure what precisely where Korra's head was now, but for her, there was no doubt as to who was in her arms. The muscles of Korra's back were a tapestry she knew well, and she dug her fingers in, locking her lover in place as she placed hungry kisses on the side of her neck. In spite of the evening's distractions, her body was clear about what it wanted: more of Korra's touch, more of the delicious feeling of her inside of the engineer, and more of the heat that was building with each passing moment.

The shifts had started coming faster now. One second it was Asami laying beneath her, and a watery dildo she didn't remember making thrusting into her lover, and the next, it was Ummi, and what was penetrating her was a cock, a natural part of the Avatar's body. The other woman's voice was changing too, alternating between Asami's throaty moans, and Ummi's more high-pitched cries of pleasure.

Whatever else was going on though, there were two constants. The first was the pleasure that each thrust brought Korra, and the other was the love that she felt for the woman beneath her. It was a fierce, bright thing, a connection powerful enough to make it feel as if the other differences didn't matter. Whoever this was, it was the person she wanted more than any other.

Focus on that. The realization came from deep within her. That's what unites us. What will make us whole.

Korra took a deep breath, clearing her mind of everything except that fierce tie, letting the ever-changing sights before her, and the doubts in her head slip away. Instead, she just drew on that reservoir of feeling, the overwhelming love she felt for this other person.

As she gave in to her instincts, something remarkable happened. The woman beneath her stopped shifting between two shapes. Instead, she was both of them at once. Asami, and Ummi, and more besides. She was Katara, too, and so many others; everyone who had claimed the heart of an Avatar down from the time of Wan, and Korra was connected to all of them by that common thread.

A joy multiplied a hundred times over filled her and she gave herself over to it completely. Her body stiffened as the fire of climax suffused her every nerve ending, and she pulled her lover closer, taking them in as completely as she could. With every shiver and touch, fresh memories spilled forth, running through her mind in wild rivers.

Making love under a starry sky, a kiss shared atop an Air Bison, a teasing hand running up a bare thigh while all eyes are on the podium, a gasp of awe as expanses of soft skin are revealed for the first time…

The images weren't confusing now though. They were her memories, the memories of the Avatar, and Korra could put each of them in its proper place. She made a final, deep thrust and in her arms, she could feel Asami tensing with her own orgasm. It was just her. All of the other lovers were still there in her memories, but none of them were truly with her now. She held the engineer tightly, savoring every last moment of this pleasure, until both of them were slack and spent.

For long moments afterwards, she said nothing, simply reveling in the beauty of the woman beneath her. She had never known just how much she could miss Asami's face until it had started slipping away from her, and now she made sure to drink in every detail as if seeing them for the first time.

Perhaps noticing how distracted she was, Asami ran her fingers over Korra's cheek, and asked, "How are you?"

She kissed the tips before she answered. "I'm all right. Better than that actually. The connection with my past lives is back, the way it should be."

Asami breathed a sigh of relief, tightening her hold on Korra as she did. "I'm so glad to hear that."

"I know it must have been weird, but thank you for doing this. And for just being so good to me about everything."

A sultry smile appeared on Asami's face. "Oh, there's no need to thank me. I may be a little sore tomorrow morning, but this was definitely my pleasure."

Korra knew she must be blushing. "Did I…" She paused, trying to figure out what she was going to ask. "What did I do, exactly? Things got pretty blurry there at the end."

"You mean aside from that trick with your bending?" Asami slid a hand between them, stroking Korra's now-normal sex once more. The Avatar let out a groan, and Asami added, "Nothing special. But you were very vigorous. It was quite inspiring, really. In fact, I'm thinking about a few improvements I might be able make to that toy we bought."

"There's my engineer." Korra laughed, a broad smile now covering her face. It was a relief to have Asami back. The memories of all those other lovers would always be a part of her now, but this life was hers, and Asami was the person she wanted to share it with.

"I did have one question," Asami added. "Do you have any idea why it was Kuruk you were turning into, out of all your previous selves?"

"Hmm." She cocked her head as she pondered the question. "I'm not sure, but... A lot of Avatars found love, but Kuruk lost it, and then spent the rest of life trying to get it back. Maybe him searching for Ummi was a little like how I was trying to reestablish the connection to my past lives."

"Whatever the reason, I'm happy it worked."

"Yeah, definitely," Korra agreed. "It seems like everything has turned out for the best."

"Well, almost everything."

The playful tone in Asami's voice was enough to make Korra raise an eyebrow. "What's that mean?"

"Now that your cock has melted, there's a pool of water in the crack of my ass."

Korra laughed happily as the two of them rolled over onto a drier side of the bed. There were much, much worse problems to have, and no better person to face them with.