Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Katara leaned back. The bark on the tree was worn smooth. She had never sat beneath a tree before. The southern pole did not have them. She had sat beneath glaciers. She had sat beneath tents. She had sat in caves. But she had never sat beneath a tree. The north pole had trees somewhere in the deeper parts of the glacier.
Overall she wasn't too impressed. The tree was short and swooped slightly. There were small clumps of pink petals drifting off of the lower hanging branches. Katara absentmindedly brushed at the picnic blanket. Shooing away the fire nation ants that were lazily wandering towards the stacked plates.
Katara's stomach grumbled. She had not eaten breakfast yet. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She had not eaten much of anything really. The moon was hanging in the sky. The sliver of sun making the entire sky turn as pink as the petals and as orange as a chunk of fruit. Katara was used to waking up early. But there were limits. And this was right at the edge of hers.
Azula let out another firm exclamation and kicked at the air. She paused and then swept low. Her hands snaking out like iron rods. The fire nation princess was wearing a black training uniform. With thick red silk scarfs tightened at her joints. Making the outfit look vaguely billowy. She was frowning with concentration. But there was a glee in her eyes.
Katara glanced between Azula and the pile of books that surrounded the breakfast blanket. Many of the poses were directly from the training manuals. Katara looked from the book back to the girl. Azula paused, her hands coming together then going down to her chest, her stomach, pausing and then shooting out in tandem. Azula's left foot shot back, dragging along the ground. She let out a warrior yell and then kicked out with her right foot.
It was a perfect form. Katara frowned as she continued to watch. Azula was in perfect form. Back straight, head up, an ideal movement. An ideal warrior. But something was rubbing at the back of Katara's mind.
Azula finished her exercises and then turned on her heel. A smirk on her face. Her hair was in a tight militaristic bun. Sharp bangs framing her face, a bead of sweat went down her cheek. Her sharp chin jutted forwards proudly.
"Prepare the tea pet." Azula ordered as she plopped down onto the blanket. Katara kneeled down and opened up a small wooden box. A tea pot sat beside her. She began to scoop a few pinches of brown dried leaves out of the box. The thick smell of the expensive shredded tea leaves made her wrinkle her nose.
"Faster!" Azula barked. Katara frowned back but continued. Katara surpressed a smirk. Azula's make up was on heavier then usual. Trying to hide the black eye that Katara had given her last night.
Azula had rudely woken Katara and Zuko up by barging into the royal bed chambers of the prince. Katara had just fallen asleep, so it was especially unpleasant. Zuko had been permitted to go back to bed. But Katara had been dragged out of the overly comfortable bed and handed a large basket by a waiting servant. Now she found herself squatting and working while Azula was training.
"You're taking too long. Here." Azula grabbed the tea pot and held it in her hands. She blew downwards into the fine purple pot. The metal growing bright in her hands. Using her breath and palms to increase the temperature to a rolling boil. Katara watched, fascinated, as the water began to steam. The tea leaves swirling around the inside of the expensive instrument.
"There. Now you pour. And do it right." Azula ordered. Katara took the wooden handle and carefully poured out a generous cup for Azula. Azula snatched it from Katara's hands and sucked it down greedily. She didn't even blow on it to cool it down any.
"You're welcome." Katara said sarcastically. Azula glared, then her hand shot out. Then she held the tea pot threateningly over Katara's lap. Katara's bare toes curled instinctively. She looked at the standing girl with wide eyes.
"I told you not to talk to me like that. No one talks to me like that." Azula hissed out. She placed the tea kettle down. Clearly she was still thirsty. She thrust her cup to Katara who refilled it.
"I'm sorry." Katara responded, looking downwards respectfully. Azula snorted. That was more to her liking. Katara's eyes darted over the wide array of treats that were set up on the blanket. From thick slices of bread, to fine diced fruit, a few small piles of dried meat, and other tasty treats that Katara couldn't identify. Azula picked at some blue carrots. Avoiding most of the other food.
Katara's eyes followed Azula as she made a face and purposefully went over a small bowl with a wooden spoon shoved into the top.
"What's that?" Katara pointed. Azula rolled her eyes in response.
"Haven't you ever seen fire honey before?"
"Fire honey?"
"It's a sweetener. My mother keeps on putting it with my tea. She says that it is the only way for children to properly drink it. Embarrassing. And childish. I never touch the stuff."
"May I try some?" Katara asked. She had seen the other things before…but never honey.
"Be my guest." Azula said waving dismissively. As if she was telling Katara to take out some garbage. Katara picked up the pot. She had tried syrup from the sea cucumber groves, and the sweet cheese made with artic goat seal milk. But never fire honey.
She pulled out the spoon. The honey was thick and amber colored. It caught the early morning sunlight and refracted it. Katara studied the large glob of sticky gooey honey for a moment. It wasn't quite a solid, but also not quite a liquid. It's consistency reminded her of frozen blood pudding from the slaughter houses.
Katara stuck out her tongue and deposited a droplet on it. Her eyes lit up. The flavor was tart, with thick waves of spice crashing through. But it was sweet! It was overwhelmingly sweet! Almost like the cakes that would be made during special holidays. Or harvested from the sea sugar cane once every couple of years.
Katara dug out another bigger spoonful. She popped the entire spoon into her mouth and let out an excited little squeak. It was amazing! She had never eaten anything that tasted like this before! The waves of heat radiated down her throat and expanded to her stomach and limbs. Her nose wrinkled and she wiped her dripping nostrils with the back of one arm.
Azula frowned as she watched Katara smile.
"Give it back." Azula ordered. She held out one hand palm up, fingers spread. Katara glanced at Azula and then dug out another glop of fire honey.
"Give it back I said!" Azula reached forward. Katara elbowed her claw out of the way. Azula growled. The impertinence of this brat!
"That's mine! I want it!"
"No you don't you just don't want me to have it!" Katara snapped back.
"Same thing! Now hand it over!" Azula launched herself at Katara. The tea pot rattled. Katara rolled away with a shriek. The two rolled over the grass. Hands grappling, the fire honey bowl flying. They squirmed around. Biting and gouging. Azula yelped as Katara grabbed her hair and yanked. Tears came to both their eyes. Azula in frustration. Katara in pain.
"Wow." Katara said as she finally got on top of Azula who was arching her back and kicking at the ground. "You're really not that good at fighting are you? Have you ever wrestled with a sibling before?"
"I'll burn you for this!" Katara frowned and grabbed the nearby honey bowl.
"You want it? Fine! Here!" The sloppy honey fell right into Azula's eyes. The shriek the little girl gave out could curl paint.
"What's going on here?" A voice snapped out. An old woman marched forward. Her eyes narrowed. Her jowly face stern. She was gray haired and sharp eyed. Katara and Azula were standing side by side in an instant. Their clothes were covered in grass stains. Their hair was a mess. There was sticks and blades of grass sticking to every inch of their body. The honey was dripping down their cheeks and making messes of their hair.
Azula looked like some leaf eating grazer had licked the back of her head, her hair stood up in an undignified cowlick. Katara's was full of petals, leaves, and resembled a birds nest.
"Well? Out with it!" The fire nation servant snapped from one girl to the other. They both burst out talking rapidly. Pointing and shouting. The woman clapped her hands sternly. Shutting both down.
"Fine. Your majesty? Please go to the bathhouse and wash up. I am sure that you have had more then enough training today. As for you…come with me." The fire nation servant snatched Katara's hand, with a spin she yanked her along. Katara glanced over her shoulder.
Azula stood in the middle of the garden. Looking small. And alone. And ridiculous. Her bright red training scarfs were falling around her legs. Making it look like she was coming undone.
Katara yelped as the fire nation servant began to scrub her. The kitchen was empty but huge. The scent of generations of exquisite meals scoured the walls.
"What a dumb creature you are. Pulling that nonsense with Azula out of them all. Only one worse you could try that attitude with is Azulon." She tutted. Katara opened her mouth only for a damp rag to be shoved against her face.
The servant had a tough no nonsense look about her. It was familiar and strong. Like a friend of a friend giving you a pep talk.
"But she started it!" Katara whined. Only for the servant to rap her smartly on the forehead.
"Because that is what princess's do. They start something, they give an order, and we do it. Because we are servants. Now stop squirming. There will be no hot baths for you this time. Only a cold scrubbing."
"But it's not fair." Katara whined. The woman frowned, but it was different from her earlier frown. It was familiar. It was comforting. Katara was reminded of her grandmother suddenly. The way the woman held her head and tilted it forward. A slightly old fashioned move. It must be because she was around her Nana's age.
"No. It isn't fair. And it should be." The servant sighed and looked at the rag. "Go and fetch that water in the jug for me. This honey isn't coming off."
Katara marched sullenly over to the nearest clay jug. She gripped the handles and huffed as she lifted.
"There's an easier way to move it you know." The servant stood, took a stance with her feet set close together, moved her arms up, and starting in her fingertips rolled her entire body. Katara gasped, the clay jar lightened as the water sloshing in it lifted upwards and drifted across the room. Before finally resting in a small bowl next to the fire nation servant.
The servant sat back down and dipped the rag into the water.
"You…youre…but you just…." Katara said in amazement.
"Don't drop that jug. Or else there will be Hell to pay." The servant said firmly. Katara placed it down carefully before walking forwards. Suddenly shy. Suddenly exuberant. Suddenly curious. After all what was a water bender doing in the fire nation palace? And as a servant no less.
"I'm surprised you didn't see it earlier. I am not that fair." The woman chuckled. An actual bit of warmth slipping into her tone.
"But…how?"
"It's a long story. More importantly I felt the tug."
"The tug?" Katara offered an arm that the servant instantly began scrubbing. Intently leaning over the young girl and rubbing viciously. Katara winced. If she was lucky she might just lose a few layers of skin.
"The tug. Every bender feels it. Fire benders can feel fire benders. They call it the flame. Earth benders can feel earth benders. They call it the weight. Water benders can feel water benders. The tug. No one taught you this?"
"There were no other water benders. I was the only one." Katara said sadly. The woman nodded smartly. Katara quirked an inquisitive eyebrow. Her mind already moving on.
"What did the air nomads call it?"
"What does it matter. They're all dead. Just like the southern water tribe water benders will be. Is your mother a bender?" Katara shook her head. This woman was forceful. Overwhelming. She burnt in a manner that Katara had never experienced before.
"I thought so. They wouldn't have captured you if someone had trained you properly." She stood up and walked to the doorway. She looked both ways then walked back. "Follow what I tell you exactly. And just know if you tell anyone then I will tell them about your gifts. And your mothers."
"My mother isn't a water bender." Katara said in confusion.
"No but if they think she is then they will do terrible things to her. I will let you imagine what those things are. Now take your stance." Katara took a casual water bending stance. Attempting to copy the imposing woman's form. The servant frowned and rapidly rushed around Katara, readjusting here and there, pushing on a hip, lifting her chin.
"Good. Now feel the water's energy. It will move if you tell it to. So tell it." Katara breathed out, focused, and then willed the water in the bowl and jug upwards. The servant joined her. Katara mirrored the other woman's movements slowly and carefully. The moves were as fluid as the element that they were moving. Not stiff, or robotic. Not perfect either, there were parts where Katara struggled to keep up. And much to her surprise her new teacher didn't correct them.
The water swirled up Katara's arms, down her legs, across her face, through every one of her hairs. The water picked up debris, sticks, honey, grass, petals. And slowly swung them out. Katara eventually held a ball of floating dirty water between them. The servant stepped back and Katara was holding it all up.
"Now put it down the drain." Katara followed the orders. She was clean, she was dry, and she was amazed. That was the smoothest water bending she had ever done.
"I…I did it." She said in amazement. She turned with a big smile to the servant. "But…my stance…my movements…"
"Bending isn't about stance or movements. It's about you. You sensed it with Azula in the garden didn't you?" Katara frowned. Azula just had to be mentioned and ruin the mood.
"Azula…she was perfect, her moves, her stance, everything was excellent. And it wasn't actual fighting. Or bending. There was no soul. No emotion. She was doing it all perfectly. But she lacked…"
"Soul." The servant said. "A bender needs soul. You can have the moves down perfectly. You can be a genius in practice. A master in the art. And still not master the art. That's also why you were beating her before I arrived. I heard you mention your brother."
Katara nodded. She had been beating Azula. And she had beaten her before. It wasn't easy. Or fun. But she had managed to get the best of the other girl.
"You and your brother fought. Not in a formal training. Not in a fair fight. You two would fight the way a sibling does. To win. A desperate man armed with a knife can defeat a trained martial artist if said martial artist is too preoccupied with form and training then actually fighting."
"That applies to bending?" The servant nodded. "How long have you been—"
"That's enough questions. Azula will need you in the garden soon. Your day is just beginning. She and that brother of hers will demand many things from you. I hope you rested well last night. Because they expect you to work hard." Katara's stomach growled. She clutched it and blushed. Even with the honey she was still famished.
"Here." The servant took out a few dumplings from a nearby steam tray and shoved them into Katara's hands. She also tucked a thick hunk of bread crust into Katara's pocket. Katara greedily devoured the dumplings before looking longingly at a tray of fruit.
"Don't tell anyone." The servant grabbed a papaya and shoved it to the young girl.
"I hate papaya." Katara complained. The servant rapped her on the forehead again. Katara shoved half of the fruit into her mouth and bit into the juicy goodness. The juice running down her chin.
"Don't tell anyone." The servant warned again. Waving a thin boney witch like finger in Katara's face. Katara chewed and swallowed.
"About the food? Or about…you know…." She could feel the tug the woman had spoken of earlier. It was almost like a swirling feeling in her chest that reached out and touched the other lady. Katara wondered….what did the southern water tribe feel like when there had been more benders? Did everyone feel that? That connection? That powerful pull? That comradeship that made her want to hug this complete stranger?
"Either. If you wish to learn more I will teach you. But you can't tell a soul." Katara nodded and finished her fruit. She turned to the door and raced out. She then stuck her head around the corner with a nervous grin.
"I didn't get your name."
"I didn't get yours." Katara blushed again. She stepped back into the doorway and bowed formally.
"I'm Katara of the southern water tribe. Who are you?"
"I'm Hama of the southern water tribe. Go about your business." Katara turned and raced off. Her hair bouncing over her shoulder. Her eyes wide. Her dumplings sat in her stomach. And the tug connecting her back to Hama made her run like she was flying.
Kya walked nervously down the corridor. Her bare ass was sore, her legs were like jelly, her arms hung down limply by her sides. Her long hair was a shroud that at least covered her bouncing breasts. Her core was sore, her arms felt dead to the wrist, and her eyes were baggy.
She had not slept last night. She had not moved last night. The fire nation royal couple had ordered her to stand all night. Holding those heavy bronze oil bowls. And she had. She had stood and watched. Waiting.
First it had been humiliating. Then uncomfortable. Then painful. Then agony. Eventually it had turned into a buzz. The only way she could get through the night was by repeating 'For Katara' over and over in her mind. The mantra had gotten her through. The sun had come in right in her eyes as well.
Ozai and Ursa still lounged in bed. Sending her off for some breakfast. She walked slowly. Her collar felt tight around her throat. Her knees threatened to give out with every step. She went past a doorway and quickly trotted by. She didn't want anyone to see her like this! It was humiliating!
She wasn't supposed to be wearing a whores outfit! Reduced to heels and a collar. She wasn't supposed to have another mans seed deep inside of her cunt. She swore she could still feel his hands on her legs. And Ursa's tongue down her throat. Her mind was static from lack of sleep. She walked past the kitchen and had to double back.
The steam from a tray of dumplings was making a pleasant smelling cloud above her head. The warmth from the room brought sweat to the mother's forehead. The room was empty except for an older woman sitting and fanning the flames of a small fire in a oven. Thick bread was baking there. Piles of fruit were placed in gleaming bowls. Some hot water for tea was boiling nearby.
"Hmmm. You're up early." Hama said as she glanced up from her work. Kya covered herself nervously. She silently cursed her more then generous body. Her curves still managed to overflow her arms. Her bust ballooned outwards comically. Her thighs rubbed together and her hips wiggled a bit. Partially from the cramps from standing all night. Partially out of embarrassment.
"I…The fire lord and lady require breakfast." Kya said quietly. Hama nodded and stood.
"Wait there. I'll get the tray. For the moon spirits sakes woman I've seen it all before. And might I add that you are far more impressive of a specimen then I ever was." Hama snapped. Kya dropped her arms automatically. Still holding her palms between her legs. A little bit of dignity was afforded to her. And then the words crashed through her ears.
"Moon spirit…That's…but that's…"WATERTRIBE echoed through Kya's head. She rushed forward. Her body rippling like her soul. Her hair almost stood on end in amazement. "You can't possibly be—"
"My but you're a feisty one eh?" Hama said before flicking some ice chips at Kya. They turned into steam before they hit her forehead. Kya stumbled back. Any thoughts of modesty gone. She clutched a hand to her chest.
"But…I thought…"
"The best place to hide is sometimes under the monsters nose. They don't suspect a thing. And they will continue to not suspect a thing. Because if they find out my little secret I will tell them your daughters." Hama said simply. Kya took a step back and sat down heavily on a stool. Her head was reeling from all that had just been revealed. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath.
"Please. Please you can't tell. You can't tell anyone. Katara is just a child and she's…she's all I have left. I can't lose her too." Kya felt tears start to well up in her eyes. The exhaustion and the humiliation of the day was getting to her. The sheer level of control that the fire nation had over her life was breaking her.
Hama crashed the silver tray down beside Kya. Making the woman jump. A cup was shoved into her hands. The hot tea splashing over her fingertips.
"Well? Hurry drink up woman!" Kya quickly chugged the fluids and winced. Some had splashed down her chin. An especially ambitious drop was currently hanging onto her nipple, like a stubborn little icicle. Hama flicked it off without a second thought.
Kya next found a bowl of rice shoved into her hands. She shoveled it down. Utensils ignored. The thick slightly salty slightly sweet dish went straight down. She let out a sigh and then covered her lips. Face flushing.
"Excuse me!" Hama chuckled and patted the full grown woman's head.
"You and your daughter are lucky that you are likable. I won't tell. I will even train her. But I warn you, from one tribeswoman to another tribeswoman. Guard it." Hama pressed a finger into Kya's chest.
"Guard those emotions of yours. Serve these people well. Don't question them. Don't make them question you. Make them happy, make them complacent, make them think you are the most well groomed perfectly presentable toy they have. If you are lucky they will keep you around. If you are really lucky you might sleep your way up to a small cottage in the Ember islands where you can pretend to be lady of the house. If you aren't lucky…you get used and then discarded, and turned from a concubine into a kitchen and laundry server in your old age."
"You were in the room when we got here." Kya said. Her mind was struggling to keep pace with all this woman was telling her. Trying to keep even a hint of her sanity.
Hama stood up and stared down. Her stoic expression causing Kya to shiver.
"Remember where you came from. Remember who you are. Remember that they can take it all away from you. So you better hide it. Hide it deep. And accept it. Don't forget how strong you are. If you waver from that strength for even a moment they will pounce. And then and only then will you be lost."
Hama gripped Kya by the shoulder and yanked her up. Hama shoved the serving tray into Kya's breasts. They bounced and then rested awkwardly between the bowls of morning rice and the glasses of fruit juice.
Hama then turned Kya around and swatted her ass. Kya let out a little yip of surprise. There was nothing sexual in the action. It was like she was trying to move bovine walruses out of her path. Getting a cow to move so that she can get back to work.
"Remember what I said. Now back to work bimbo." Hama said before walking back to her stool by the fire. Kya walked out of the room. Her eyes not seeing where she was going. Her heart was beating faster then it had last night. She paused to glance back at the stooped figure by the fire.
Hama was fanning the flames. Her hair in a loose bun. She was gray, and stooped, and shrewd, and far too intelligent for a fate like that. Kya blinked in confusion. For a moment she thought she was looking at herself, herself in a few decades, when Ozai and Ursa were sick of her. When she was no use to them.
But it had to just be the exhaustion getting to her. So she shook her head to clear it. Then a far more alarming image came unbidden. Katara, her beautiful lovely optimistic girl, broken, wrung out, turned into a husk of herself. From a vibrant polar lily to nothing more then a withered crone tending another persons hearth.
Kya left the room and started marching quickly. Not even bothering to cover herself. Not even caring if anyone saw her. A few servants gave her a wide berth. One or two actually stepped out of her way. A few glanced briefly at her, but no one commented on her. Her collar caught the gleam of the early morning sun. The symbol of the royal house of the fire nation giving her some creditability.
'At least there are a few benefits of being their sow.' She thought. She passed a high window, she glanced into the garden and blinked. She stopped and stared. It was Katara, kneeling next to Azula. The two were pouring over books, Katara pointing things out to the frowning fire nation princess.
Snatches of their conversation floated upwards.
'Too stiff…mastered the basics…know how to make poses but not how to fight…fighting isn't just getting a move down…'
Kya felt her lips twitch. Whether it was a frown or a smile she couldn't tell. She turned back to her mission. By the time she got to the hallway to the fire nation royal bedchambers she was sprinting.
She arrived suddenly at the massive metal door. It was still opened just a crack. She slipped past the black dragons breathing invisible fire onto writhing masses.
Ursa lifted herself up on one elbow. She was still red in the face from sleep. She rubbed her eyes in confusion.
"Kya?" She mumbled through sleep rich lips. Kya took a deep breath, her back stiffening. She then made the most loving, trusting motherly face she could. One overflowing with devotion. With maternal instinct. With the look of a perfectly content partner.
"Good morning oh my masters. I hope that your sleep was deep?" She walked forwards. Swinging her hips side to side. Making them sway like the waves. As hypnotic as the tide. Ozai snorted and sat up. His abs had some drool on them from Ursa. And his long black hair hung to his waist like a shroud.
"What is this?" He said. Kya got to the bed and kneeled onto it. She shuffled forward until the tray was right between the two. She then bowed and placed it downwards.
"A breakfast fit for a lord and his wife. You may feast upon the fruits of your kitchens…or if you would prefer…Perhaps you two are hungry for something else?" She remained in her pose of prostration. Staring upwards through her eyelashes. Her breasts cushioning her upwards. Her hands crossed nearly over each other. Her ass cheeks swaying and rippling, her long shapely legs folded beneath her.
Ursa touched her lips in surprise. A bright flush coming to her cheeks. The speed at which this one adapted! Ozai smiled all the way to his back teeth. Looking more like a tiger about to pounce then a man happy with the two gorgeous women in his bed.
"Yes…" He picked up his chalice and drained half of it. The rest he poured over Kya's head. "I think that I could go for something delicious for my breakfast."
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.