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The cold crunch of snow underfoot echoed across the icy tundra. Katara smiled and breathed the air in deeply. Sge felt the wind on her face, the softly falling flakes of fresh snow. She went onto her tip toes and practically spun in a circle.
She finally paused, dizzy and disoriented. She could see the humps of igloos out on the horizon. Within a few steps she was halfway back home. Within a few more she could see the gate and the walls. She heard giggling and turned excitedly.
"My friends!" She shouted eagerly. She could see them, all of them, little girls and little boys. Running and crashing. Jumping from snow bank to snow bank. Their mittens soggy with the snow. Snow balls flung and hit, the slosh of slush and the crunch of ice. Someone was making a massive ball, struggling to lift it over her head. The snow ball collapsed in her hands and soaked the poor thrower. Katara laughed along with the others.
She looked back into the gate. She could see her home from there. The igloo was short and snug. The cloth door flap opened and the sweet smell of boiling meat and wild rice reached her nose. She saw an old face peering out at her. Gran Gran smiled and wrinkled her nose at Katara. The wind was starting to pick up. Chores were done for the day, now it was a time for fun! Katara spotted a tall broad man step around the side of the igloo. A harpoon over one shoulder, a kayak being dragged behind him.
Holding the other end of the kayak was Kya. The mother and father smiled at their adorable daughter. Waving at her, she skipped from toe to toe. Foot to foot. She turned back to her friends. Standing in the center and flinging handfuls of snow and ice at the others stood Sokka. His grin infectious, his aim excellent.
"Sokka!" Katara cried out. She didn't know why but she felt like she hadn't seen her brother in ages. She started to run towards him, waving her hands. Jumping up and down. Sokka turned to look at her. And then he was gone.
Katara came to a skidding halt. Her brother had just been there. There was no hole in the ice. No sudden puff of snow flakes. He was simply gone. She turned to ask someone if they had seen where her big brother had gone. But no one else was there. The sounds of children playing had all puffed away. The footprints were gone, the snow piles gone, even the crackling of shifting ice was gone.
"Hello? Sokka? Dad? Gran Gran? N—" She couldn't remember her friends name. She couldn't remember her friend's names. It was as if the names had gone as quickly as them. Katara felt her heart beat like a drum circle. She turned towards the village wall. She started to run towards it. But her tiny feet were moving so slowly. And the wall was growing so fast. The wall was getting bigger and longer. But the gateway in was getting smaller and further away.
Katara felt tears of frustration and confusion burst out of her eyes. She growled and pumped her arms harder. Her home. Her world. Her family. Her friends. All of it. All of them. They were all running away from her. And she just couldn't keep up.
"Don't leave me!" She shouted at the great white void. Her heart beat was thrumming in her throat. The snow continued to fall around her. Coming faster and faster, harder and harder. The icy flakes dripping across her now streaming cheeks. "Gran gran! Daddy! Sokka! Don't go!"
"Don't leave me!" Katara sat up in bed and clutched her chest. Her hair was a wild sweaty disarray. Her collar pressed tightly to her throat.
"Sokka." She breathed out. A bit of steam coming from her mouth. She paused and blew out again. The room was…cold? How could a bedroom in the Fire Nation possibly be cold? She glanced down at Zuko. He was curled up and shivering.
Katara inched out of bed, pulled the covers back up to his chin, and kissed his temple. She then walked to the window and peeked behind the curtains. The sight that greeted her nearly drove her breath away.
The three of them were standing beside the window. Their breath fogging out in front of them. Katara was wiggling on her tip toes. Her fingers curling in excitement. Zuko stared upwards in amazement. The cold gray sky sat like a slab of slate above them. Azula looked at the snow in disinterest. Clearly bored out of her mind. But still she stood with the others and watched. Their noses pressed to the glass, leaving little marks and finger stains in the chilly surface.
The fat cold snowflakes drifted gently downwards. The last of the storm was washing off towards sea. The rooftops had snow and steam drifting off of them. The heat of the day was far away, and the bright whiteness of the freshly fallen snow was giving them all vertigo.
"I didn't know that it snowed here." Katara said in awe. Zuko pulled his gaze away from the sky with a start.
"It doesn't. Normally. But the past few seasons have been strange. Hotter summers and colder winters. The spring has also been wetter. Uncle Iroh says its because of a lack of balance. That the war dragging out for so long has caused the spirit world and the waking world to be out of sync. So the seasons are much stronger to make up for it."
"He also believes in meditation and dragons. He even went searching for the extinct things decades ago." Azula said unimpressed. She blew into her hands, working on her breathing so that a tiny flame briefly flickered between her fingertips. She tossed a bit of hair over one shoulder. The snow had not interrupted her training session, and she had taken an especially long soak afterwards. Her hair was still wet.
"Balance. That's amazing." Katara reflected, now that she thought about it, she recalled other older people in her village mentioning a similar thing. That the ice flows didn't go in the same patterns, that some animals migrated too early. That entire sections of the glacier was melting, revealing dirt and stones beneath it all.
"I'm just glad that it happened when you were on vacation break with us." Zuko said towards Azula. The short girl sniffed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm just glad I don't have to travel in all of this."
"It's nice isn't it?" Katara said laying her cheek against the windowsill "The snow is falling. The world is quiet. There is nowhere to go. Nothing to do. We could stay inside all day listening to stories and relaxing."
The three exchanged knowing grins. Then turned and sprinted back towards their closet.
Kya breathed deeply. The snow reminded her of home. The frosty air could have been coming off of the glaciers or the ice flows. The soft breeze made her hair fly around her shoulders. She felt a few shivers bump across her. But she had dealt with temperatures well below freezing. This was hardly anything!
The steam coming off of the tea pot was more then enough to keep her face warm. Her one complaint was that the outfit Ursa had picked out for her….It was more ridiculous then usual.
It was bright neon blue. Trimmed with white whale fur. And it was a microkini. The Fire Nation's royal symbol was on the triangles on her chest, the small scraps of fine silk hardly kept her nipples in. In fact she could clearly see the long thick brown pleasure knobs. Her golden nipple rings were sore with the cold. Her ass cheeks were also absolutely eating up the thong she was wearing. And her all white high heels felt vaguely ridiculous. A bit unsteady on the slick wooden floors. But she could still move around easily enough.
She looked especially strange compared to what her owner was wearing. Ursa had on a thick red robe, the color of a dark wine. With black whale fur as the trim. Her hair was down and she was wearing a black scarf with golden thread inlay. Ursa's hands were in a ermine anaconda muff.
The two women were walking down the hallway and finally got to a small sitting area next to one of the many small gardens on the interior of the palace. Ursa kneeled on a pillow with a shiver.
"What a day." Ursa said as she gratefully accepted a cup of tea that Kya poured for her. She sniffed, sighed and took a sip of the fragrant foreign strain. It was from the Earth Kingdoms. Near the desert region. A very rare and very hardy blend. With hints of vanilla and a little bit of grit to it. Kya held her own cup delicately in her fingers. She drank deeply with a sigh, relishing the heat.
"And you're not too cold are you Kya?" Ursa asked playfully. Kya smiled obediently and glanced into her half full cup.
"Of course not mistress. Water Tribe women don't get cold." This was a bold face lie and both knew it. But she also looked absolutely delicious in the outfit. And Ursa was the one who had picked it out for her. It wasn't as if Kya could say no. A servant might have been able to protest, but a pet was completely dependent.
"Speaking of not being cold." Ursa looked across the garden. Three children trundled through the open hallway. Well two trundled, the last one waddled.
Katara's summer gown was a wine red. With black splashes representing song birds along the sleeves. She had slipped on some sandals, which left scratch marks along the floor, but otherwise she looked as if she was out for a run in the park. Kya frowned in irritation. Katara should have known better then that! The little girl was bound to catch a cold that way. She really should have had more common sense then this.
But it was not overly unexpected. Sometimes Kya forgot how young and foolhardy her daughter could be. She seemed all the more dressed down compared to what her companions were wearing.
Zuko had on a wool scarf, a pair of black leather gloves, thick wool trousers, black boots, and a hat that sat snugly against his head. He was wearing a thick coat that stopped around his knees. He would pause and puff out some steam now and again. And wait for his sister to catch up.
Azula was scowling out from underneath her multiple layers. She had on at least three scarfs, two wool sweaters, a jacket on top of that, a hat, gloves and mittens. She walked confidently, but awkwardly. Her arms stood out on either side of her and she moved a bit like a penguin otter. Steam was rolling out from her eyes and around her nose. She was glaring at the other's backs. Trying to keep up. But obviously not having a fun time.
The three burst from the hallway and landed onto the snow. Katara was the first one there. Her hands dug into a pile and flung the white flakes back into the sky. She spun on her heel and flopped back with a massive smile on her face. She let out an eager giggle. The cold felt intoxicating on her fingers and neck. The collar seemed tighter and colder, like a back in an ice flow.
Zuko sprinted and slid past Katara, wheeling his arms. Trying to get his balance back. He finally crashed against a tree and turned around with an awkward smile. Katara chuckled and sat up, shaking snow from her hair. Her ears were starting to turn a little pink. But she didn't mind. This was hardly cold for her. She had lived during bigger blizzards. So a small sprinkling like this was truly nothing.
Azula managed to get to a nearby pile of snow and started shoving and pushing against it. She glared up at Katara and grumbled something. She realized that her pet couldn't hear her and so yanked her scarf back down.
"Get over here! I want to build a fort!" She ordered. Katara instantly sprang up and started forwards. She felt her eyes caught on Azula's lips. She had kissed that precious little bow. It had been…It had tasted….Well it tasted like skin and spit. It wasn't too surprising. But the weird tingles in Katara's belly was what was so surprising.
She got onto her knees and began to roll balls of snow together, until finally she had created a small pile of waist high battlements.
She and Azula began to shove snow between the balls. Katara was careful not to get too close to Azula. She knew that what had happened was wrong, that it had been her fault.
Girls were not supposed to kiss girls in the South Pole. It was….Not Taboo. Certainly not as serious as Taboo. But it was still strongly discouraged. Women had their place, and men had theirs. It was just the way of her world.
But then again she wasn't in her world anymore. Katara had spent her entire life being told men went to war and women defended the homes. She had been taught that some dances were exclusive to women. That women held the stories of the tribe, while men held the spiritual connections. There was a lot of overlap. Cooking, child rearing, cleaning, hunting, maintenance. But Katara had never paid attention to things such as who kissed who.
But here in the Fire Nation everything was so topsy turvy. She had seen women in the military. They didn't dance. They didn't even know story songs or how to properly honor the spirits. She wondered….
"Azula." Katara whispered. The golden eyed prodigy stopped her digging and looked steamily at Katara. She only looked steamy because steam was coming off of Azula's face and neck.
"What?" Azula hissed back, also whispering.
"About…what happened…when we ran away….About…well…when we…do…are girls allowed to…can they…"
"Juveniles are segregated by sex at school. So there is some…dabbling. But you do not talk about it. Ever. And you certainly don't engage in something like that after you graduate." Azula said warningly. Katara glanced down, ashamed. It seemed too bad. What was so bad about a girl kissing another girl? Or a girl and a boy? Or both at the same time? The life of adults seemed confusing to Katara. The more she learned about it the less it made sense.
It almost seemed like adults wanted to put more and more constraints on society and give fewer and fewer options for people. Katara knew that they all lived in an absolute monarchy, but the reductions of personal freedoms such as who was permitted to kiss who just seemed like a reductive antiquated and just plain mean system. The benefits also seemed far too small.
What wasn't small was the snow ball that Zuko flung at her head. She yelped and dove behind the wall. Azula was right beside her, making more snowballs. Katara peeked her head over the top and gave out another yelp of surprise. The snow was packed with little ice chips. She ducked and began to make some more.
Then she got an idea. She looked one way, she looked the other. Their mother's were talking, absolutely engrossed by their conversation. The way adults always got over tea.
Katara grinned and glanced at the snow, then at Azula.
"You wanna win this?" Azula glanced at Katara fluttering hands and smirked back.
"Give it to him."
Zuko's eyes widened as a barrage of snow came leaping out at him.
The playful whoops of the children filled the yard. Kya poured another cup of tea for Ursa and then for herself. A hot bath was needed after this. And maybe a nice firm cunt licking. She crazed Ursa's pussy. She almost constantly found herself thinking on it now. The softness, the taunt muscular thighs, the oddly sweet yet satisfying slimy orgasm. She curled her toes. Her toenails biting into her ass cheeks.
"They look wonderful out there. My children. Yours." Ursa broke the companionable silence. Kya tore her gaze away from her tea. She slammed the mug onto the table with a gasp. There was a giant snow fort concocted in the center of the garden. A long winding slope was smooshed down to create an icy slide. There were two miniature guard towers on either end. The walls were at least Katara's height. And the playing children ran and jumped and slid and slipped across the ground and over the top.
"I do wonder who they were able to move all that snow. It would take three strong men hours to do that sort of work. And with plenty of tools too." Ursa said reflectively. She tapped a long manicured fingernail to her chin. Kya gazed at Ursa openly. There was the porcelain tea pot, she could smash the Fire Lady's skull in. There was the paper, Kya could shove it down Ursa's throat. There was the table itself, Kya might be able to bash Ursa's face into it hard enough to knock her out.
Then she would need to grab Katara and sprint to….the weapons room maybe. Or the kitchen. Somewhere where they had something sharp and quick and lethal. Something to kill Katara first, and then herself.
Hama had told Kya the horrors of the prison of heat and lead. Hama had told Kya what the Fire Nation did to water benders. Hama had warned Kya to keep Katara's gift a secret. If anyone found out….Kya would not suffer her daughter to live like that.
"Ah the energy of children. Able to complete impossible tasks. I am sure that you were just like that in your youth." Ursa said with a chuckle. "I always loved watching Azula and Zuko play as children. Now look at them. Playing with a well behaved pet. She is practically their friend. I must say I'm rather jealous of them."
Kya let out a breath. If Ursa noticed anything odd about the sudden snow fort….she hadn't connected it to Katara. If Ursa did know Katara was a water bender…she certainly wasn't sharing that knowledge. Zuko was sliding out of a hole in one side of the fort. He was on his belly and laughing gleefully. Katara came tumbling after him, her hair a wild mess. Her smile so wide and bright it nearly blinded.
She waved her hand and a gout of snow jumped into the air. Splashing Zuko and slowing him down. Kya whipped her head to look at Ursa. Surely the Fire Lady had to have seen that! But Ursa was sipping her tea and smiling her secretive smile. Her private smile.
"Truly. We have trained her well. You as well. I am sure that Fire Lord Azulon would want a demonstration of the training techniques soon. Maybe we could export it to Kyoshi island?" Ursa frowned, the Earth Kingdom name still felt weird on her lips. But much like how the South didn't have an official 'king' Ursa was trying to get used to sitting in her confusion and discomfort.
"My lady….Ursa." Kya took a deep breath and locked her gaze with the much more powerful woman. "I want you to know this. No matter what you do to me, what indignities you heap upon me in order to better my station in life. Be gentle with my daughter. We both belong to the Fire Nation. But where I am a draft animal, she is a lap pet for you and your children. If you-" Kya took a deep breath and steadied herself. This was a dangerous thing to say. But she would never forgive herself if she didn't say it. "I swear to you if you harm Katara without reason. Or if her punishments ever go too far. That I will make sure you will be without pets. And without children. I promise you that much. On my ass tattoo. On my home. On my loyalty to you."
Ursa stared at Kya carefully. Then she nodded, one short nod. But it held more respect and dignity and acceptance then any words could possibly give.
Then a snowball hit her right in the nose and plopped into her cup. Ursa blinked comically, her eyes wide as a newly born owl piglet. A blob of snow hung on her nose, then fell between her cleavage making her jump up with a yelp. Shivering and squirming she did a little dance, wiggling her shoulders and hips to get the snow out of her dress.
Kya let out her own gasp as twin snowballs exploded against either ass cheek. She jumped up with a howl. Both mothers turned towards the grinning trio of rambunctious rascals who had snow on their hands and mischief in their eyes.
"Oh you three are going to get it!" Ursa shouted in delight. She jumped the table and sprinted towards the three now laughing and running children.
"Katara! Young lady you are in so much trouble!" Kya yelled as she clicked after Ursa. Training in high heels was difficult. Running in high heels was tough. Sprinting through snow in high heels was a master class in good positioning and quick ankles.
Katara scooped up more snow and started flinging them back over her shoulder. Zuko and Azula were trying to run up the small incline to the safety of the snow fort. But alas, they had shorter legs.
The children were caught. Snow was shoved against faces, noses, mouths, crowns of heads. Azula was red faced from the cold and the exercise. Snow was hanging in Zuko's eyelashes. And Katara was trying to dig out a big chunk of frozen ice from her ear.
The five of them collapsed back against the snow fort. Laughing, cuddling, faces red, snow melting against them. The wind breezed over them all. Kya's nipples were hard and tenting the fabric of her bikini top. Ursa had lost her sash. Azula had stolen Zuko's scarf. And Katara was holding onto her mother's hand with the biggest smile she could muster. The snow on her back, the blue in the sky, she felt at ease.
Ozai stared down at the panting family. The upstairs hallway was rarely used. It was an old hiding place that he had used in his childhood. Now it was used for quick access between sections of the palace. And also to jump out and scare the help when they weren't expecting it. As was a proud Fire Nation royal tradition. He snorted and turned on his heel.
Childish. All of them so childish. He was concerned about his son's development. He had barely mastered even one of the complicated bending movements. Obsessed with his knives and swords and other childish things. Toys. All of them. Toys to make a grown man feel as dangerous as a fire bender.
"No Iroh I am not being too hard on the boy. Because I expect greatness from them. From them both. Yes even Azula." He snapped at the air. He paused and rubbed his eyes. The hallway was empty. For a moment there he thought he had heard his older brother talking to him.
A symptom of stress. The voices came and went over the years. They were always worse when he had important things to do. Wheels within wheels, plans within plans. And Ozai was attempting to juggle them all.
"At least it was only your voice Iroh. I will know I'm going crazy when I hear mother's voice." He turned back towards the empty hallway and marched authoritatively towards his next appointment. Always the dutiful younger son. He would do his job. Hallucinations be damned to the spirit world and back. He would do his job.
Katara looked at her mom quizzically. Kya was wearing an all black training uniform. The kind that left her legs and shoulders exsposed. She had black leather gauntlets on as well. She was holding a wooden spear of fine deep red magohany. So she and Katara matched, except for the staff.
Katara looked around the training dojo. She had never been in this section of the palace before. The torches had dragon mouths for the flames to flicker in. And the walls were made out of a glazed marble. The floor was relatively comfy. The walls were coated in weapons. Each one bigger and more intimidating then the last.
Katara glanced at the two knives by her feet. They were small, with a curved tip. The handles were inlaid with pearls and a small hand guard.
"Pick them up." Kya said purposefully. Katara glanced down at the knives, up at her mother, down at the knives.
"Pick them up." Kya said more pointedly. Katara bent and grabbed them. She stood back up and yelped. The staff had moved so fast it didn't even whistle. It just cracked against Katara's knuckles. She dropped the knives and hissed.
"What was that—"
"Pick them up." Kya pushed the knives closer to her little girl. Katara looked at the blades critically. Then back up at her mom.
"Mom..what is this—"
"In this Dojo I am not your mother. I am your trainer. Now pick them up." Kya glanced at the knives again. Katara leaned down and grabbed one. Only to receive another harsh crack to her knuckles. The knife clattered to the ground. She scooped up the other one.
Kya was around her in an instant. The staff slammed into Katara's knees this time. The little girl let out a howl and fell with a oof to the floor.
"M-mom." Katara let out a little sob. Her mom did not hit her. She did not hurt her. She was kind, and funny, and loving, and perfection itself. Kya kneeled next to Katara and kissed her daughter lovingly on the side of the head.
"I know darling. I know. But this is an additional part of your training. Lady Ursa believed you were ready to learn other ways to defend your friends. Don't you want to do that? Don't you want to keep Zuko and Azula safe?" Kya hated the words poking out of her. She hated the way they rolled off her lips. How they felt like razors against her gums. But sthe said them all the same.
Katara glared at the two knives. They were small and dainty. Something a child would use. She didn't know how she was supposed to fight with them.
"Please. Please Katara. Pick them up."
Katara grabbed them and rolled forward. The staff cracked against the ground an instant later. The chase was on. Daughter avoiding her mothers whacks. Katara dodged and weaved. She ducked and dove. She yelped, paused, backtracked, swung, pivoted. She brought both knives up and the staff cracked against them. Katara's arm muscles strained. She fell to her knees and the staff rapped against her shoulder. The blades went spinning away from her.
"Katara! That was so much better!" Kya said with a clap. Katara was breathing heavily. She looked at her mom hopefully. Her grip doubled down on the two knives. They felt strange in her hands. But majestic as well. She would become stronger. She would learn as many fighting moves as she could.
She got back into her pose. Her mother took up her staff again. The snow was gradually melting outside. The heat of the Fire Nation doubling down on the cool reprieve that the storm brought.
The ice was rotten. The wind was lax, the rope and nets and baskets beside them were sticky with the sea breeze, salt made white lines up and down the finely woven items. The day had been too warm. The three of them normally wouldn't be permitted so close to the coast without adult supervision. But the village was on a strange time crunch. Everyone was stock piling food. Or preparing for a stronger storm. With the weather so out of sync with the seasons who knew what was going to come around the corner. The tribe was frightened.
Nutha had been beside him pulling in the nets. Her little sister Niyok had been beside them, carrying the nets, organizing the fish and mollusks and other catch from the sea.
The ice was rotten, and Nutha was beside him for a moment. Then she was gone. The water lapped at the crack where she had been. The other two children stood in silence. A large silvery gray fish flopped in Niyok's basket. Sokka felt his chest hitch for a moment. The world was quiet.
Nutha splashing to the surface brought it all back. Crashing. She bobbed for a moment, eyes wide, mouth open, she gasped. She was too cold to scream. Then she was underwater again.
Whatever came over Sokka was violent, and sudden, and terrified. He shoved one end of a rope to Niyok's hands. The other end he wrapped and tied around his chest, under the armpits. He skidded and dove in.
The furs of the South Pole typically came from sea lions and walrus seals. Big creatures with lots of excess furs. The furs are then treated and colored with blue or white to reflect the spirits and the ice. They are not meant to be worn underwater.
For a culture that reflected upon water, and honored water, and lived so close to water, swimming was not often a focus for the community. For the simple fact that the poles were cold. If submerged the body has minutes at best and moments as the standard.
The salt bit Sokka's eyes. He kicked downwards. The rope pulling him back to the surface. He let out his breath, sinking faster and faster. His clothes clinging to him, his parka now a giant wet sea slug weighing him down. His boots pushed frantically, he clawed at the ocean around him like a wild beast.
He saw Nutha floating, eyes squeezed shut, hands clamped over her mouth. She was bobbing along with a little undertow. Sokka got to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her back bumped the ice. A spasm shot through her tiny body. Sokka wrapped his arm around the rope. His fingers were numb. His face was slick, his body was shutting down. He was scared.
The rope tightened in his grasp. He found himself being hauled across the ice. His clothes slowly yanking him downwards. He groaned and kicked, pushing the two of them along faster.
Sokka's gasp echoed when they surfaced. A pair of old hands reached beneath his arm pits and yanked him up and out of the frigid ocean. Nutha was shivering and coughing. Her eyes still closed. The two were surrounded within seconds. The villagers yanking at their clothes. Rubbing dry cloths and furs to their faces and arms. Within moments Sokka and Nutha found themselves stripped and reclothed. Their old furs tossed to the side. A thick animal pelt was wrapped around his shoulders.
Nutha's teeth were chattering and she was quickly scooped up by a older boy and sprinted back towards her family's hut. Her sister trotting after them. Fish and clams and shellfish forgotten.
"Sokka." Gran Gran touched his shoulder briefly. He looked up at the old woman. He blinked at her slowly and then stared at his dry fingers. They weren't chilled, or blue, or pale, or bloodless. They seemed fine. He wiggled them in amazement. Full grown men had lost digits doing what he had done. And yet….Here he stood.
"Gran Gran…Do you ever feel like something is on the edge of happening?" Sokka asked her nervously. She gripped his shoulder and steered him back home. To a war blanket and a warmer pot of stew. Although he looked fine, she was not taking any chances.
Sokka walked along. His mind foggy from the cold dip. Clear and amazed and confused. He thought…He thought he had seen something down there. Out of the corner of his eye. Like a man, a blue man with white arrows on his head and hands. Arrows that glowed. Arrows that pointed somewhere. But Sokka wasn't sure if they pointed towards doom, or towards joy. And he was scared to find out.
Ed' Note: That part with the girls ruminating upon their culture's homophobia felt a little weird.
Creep's Note: Just trying to set the scene and show the differences and similarities. And some of the challenges that are against them.
Ed's Note: I'm just not sure how relevant it is to the story.
Creep's Note: It is the story. We are going to get to the girl on girl action eventually. Just giving context.
Ed's Note: We'd better.
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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.
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