Big Dicks Have Consequences: Omashu

Omashu. Though Ba Sing Se is the capital, some call it the true heart of the Earth Kingdom. The bouncing thrives of life, the inventive infrastructure, if you were visiting the places of the world it was a must see stop.

Though if you were to ask one middle aged woman having to walk with her hobbling father, it was all a bit much for her liking. This world tour was taking so long. It was really eating out of the time she’d hoped to spend staying inside and reading. The incessant noise of the mail chutes above them just grating on the last few of her nerves, while her father kept a pleasant grin behind his bushy white beard.

“...I’m going to ask it again.”

“Hmm.”

“I know you hate me asking, but I have to. This place, this pace, it’s grinding me up the wall.”

“Phrasing, dear.”

“Are we THERE YET?!”

“No.”

Shoulders slumped nearly all the way to the floor. Dramatically whining as the man kept his hobbling pace up, one painfully slow walking stick step at a time. “Oh, wait. Yes, we’re here.”

Blinking briefly, the woman looked up in surprise to see where they’d ended up. Her father had wanted to take her on this tour to ‘relive his youth’, while insisting that she actually live a life worth living as well. So far it had been a lot of walking. Boring stops to admire the scenery, story after story of her late mother’s smile, and the hike through awful swamp land… yet this place was certainly different. A modest colosseum, smaller than most pro-bending arenas, lodged in the underside of the city.

Inside was much the same vibe, stone walls and seating surrounding a rectangular battle zone. No doubt used by the old King Bumi, but clearly had plenty of use in the interim as well. No battle were being held currently, but the area seemed well kept, with an official guide showing a small group of tourists around.

Ignoring the ropes to stop entry, her father waltzed right onto the center stage right as she was admiring the views. “Um, excuse me sir!” Warned the underpaid tour guide, pausing to strut towards the hobbling man. “Please don’t go there!”

“Dad! What are you doing?!” The woman hissed in a similar approach.

A hearty breath passed through withered lungs, “He was right here. Avatar Aang.”

“Avatar Aang?” She asked, not having joined him on the stage in fear of also being told off. “That’s not… just come out, please?”

“I remember it like it was yesterday…”

“Hang on, you saw him here?” The tour guide asked in mild disbelief, “This was just an old battle arena for upcoming EarthBenders. The only records we have are of Toph Bei Fong visiting once to fight the Blind Bandit.”

With a shake of his head and a smile behind the hair, the old man hummed, “Hmm, so very confident in his errors. Aang was here. All of them were.” He asserted, circling the arena like a wounded yet confident panther.

“Tell us about it!” Yelled one member of the tour that had joined their guide in circling the center arena. “We wanna hear about Aang!” Their voice sparked a wave of agreement, much to their tour’s annoyance.

“It’s a wonderful story,” The older man smiled, “The day the Avatar visited this city was truly a magnificent spectacle. I happened to be visiting for a work trip. I was a simple deliveryman, you see. Traveling between Earth Kingdom territories with large shipments of items, usually cabbages I think, and bla bla bla bla.”

The voice trailed off to nothingness for his depressed daughter. Now he had an audience? They were all going to be too polite to stop his rambling, like she often was. Encouragement just meant he’d be spinning his yarn until the morning before even mentioning the Avatar…

“Is he always like this?”

She was thrown out of her funk by someone walking up to her. The tour guide, a man with thick rim glasses and a tweed jacket on, had approached to stand next to her. Both leaning over the protective wall down at the rambling geezer.

“Uh, y-yeah. Sorry about your, um, your tour.”

“Don’t be. This is the most interesting this job has been in months. At least I get a break while he speaks.” The quirky little smirk of the man made her smile in return. And she would have asked him more if her father hadn’t gotten to the point much sooner than she thought.

“It was just happenstance my lost feet found this place to see the Avatar himself that day. He did not arrive alone, not by a long shot.” The old man explained, shuffling around the arena making indents in the gravel. “Over here sat the Fire King. Accompanied by his wife, a circus performer, and the old monarchy’s princess. And over here sat a nice smiley water tribe boy.” He said while moving to the other side, “I think with him there was his wife, a metal bending warrior, and another water bender. But of course, The Avatar took center stage.”

“Woo! Aang!” Yelled out a burly member of the crowd.

“Sssh!” Hushed his wife.

“His masterful airbending wowed the crowds. I had never seen a man able to rotate marbles in his hands before… and with him came the entire elite Kyoshi Warrior guard. Such intricate makeup and armor, all lined up around the arena for Aang’s approval.”

A sudden shift took place in the crowd as they realized what the story was really about, though his daughter still wanted to ignore the subtext and ask her father directly, “Wait, was he not here to fight?”

“Of course not! Aang’s duty to breed far outweighed any need to prove himself superior in arena combat! He and his bros was here to fuck the Kyoshi Warriors!”

Excitement and clapping permeated the tour completely. Whispers of new rumors circled around the group while the old man just stroked his beard at them approvingly. Meanwhile, an annoyed tongue click escaped the tour guide’s mouth, “Tch. Why have I been doing the boring tour when I could have been using this story?”

“Uh, my dad does tend to… exaggerate a bit.” The bookish woman said, trying to mitigate the damage, “For all I know he just saw a mural around here and started making this story up…”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know your dad, but he seems to be speaking from the heart.”

She still wasn’t convinced, “Just… okay. Hey, dad! If this was happening, why were you allowed in, hm?”

“Security was lax when most of them were inside the walls on the seats.” Her father didn’t miss a beat, being much faster in his responses than usual, “No one wanted to miss this secret event.”

“Then how was it-?!”

“Let him speak!” Barked one of the female tour members from the other side of the arena, “How big was the Avatar’s dick?!”

“Why, I already drew them out.”

There was a beat as no one knew what he was talking about. Then all eyes tilted downwards, where the shuffling man had clearly moved in such a way that his walking stick had made three long pillars in the sand. It may have been crude in quality and content, but the helmets, testicles, and shafts were all present. Only the size of the drawings seemed truly ludicrous.

“They all revealed their weapons in tandem, ruining all underwear in the room at once.” The old man explained. “A water tribe club that could make woman wet, a fire nation sword that could stoke the fires of any man, and an air nomad staff that blew the spirits of lust into every one that cast their eyes upon it. Just imagine, three huge cum dispensers. Just one would be enough to fuel a man’s lusts for a thousand meals, yet we were blessed in that room with three powerful pant stretchers.”

Heat had permeated the stone room in ways none had expected.

The more that old man spoke about the historical events, the more arousal seemed to spike in all those that thought about his story. Some were staring openly at his drawings and mentally attaching them to Avatar Aang and his bros.

Only his blushing daughter seemed to be fighting back against his words, though she clearly failed to ignore the mental images too, “D-Dad… your drawings are too much, as usual… at least tell us how big they really were!”

“Honey?” His eyes, a usual permanent pair of lines from withered aging, opened to pierce her gaze with seriousness. “These are 100% life size.”

That certainly sucked the wind out of her mouth. Everyone that had been feeling the growing intensity of the story suddenly groaned in ecstasy at the images in their head. The tour had become one bundle of bodies as everyone started grabbing at each other in the throws of erotic passion. Tales of the Avatar would certainly need to be banned if people like this old man could throw a group into a frenzy of arousal from just describing it.

His daughter was no different, though she was far away from the rest of the tour, which meant she had but one option left. A man clearly struggling with his own thoughts right now, steaming up in his tweed jacket, and looking absolutely gorgeous to her lust riddled mind. Looking at her looking at him.

“Just the sight of their towering pricks were enough to rile up the crowd!” Continued the happy elder, “The water tribe boy, he stood gallantly in place with his fatter cock bobbing up and down in place. Such thick skin on his erection that was licked lovingly by two women, the blind earth girl on one side and the Avatar’s wife on another, working in tandem up and down with plenty of room to spare on his amazingly wide girth. All while his Kyoshi Warrior wife wrapped her thighs around his head to let his tongue lick her gushing cunt, standing proud.”

The tour guide and daughter couldn’t stop themselves once he began describing Sokka’s cocka. Her hands were down his pants, his hands were down her top. Both cursing the existence of clothes as they groped and fondled each other with little mercy.

“The fire king on the other side was in a similar state of statuesque glory. The old princess had her face buried in his rear, deserving only to fondle the testicles of the king while her tongue rimmed loudly. From what I remember, his cock was longer but a little thinner. It was hard to tell, as I only saw poking out from the top of the other two women’s breasts. A dual titfuck from two well stacked women, a royal experience of moaning fire nation babes. Hmhm, a wonderful union, I must say.”

No one had the wherewithal to get the old man to shut up. By the time Zuko was being described many were already in the throes of passion. It didn’t matter who it was you had been taking the tour with, many were just needing to get off right then and there from the old man’s wicked weave. His daughter included, who was getting fucked hard and fast doggy style by the tour guide. Their clothes a mess, their voices nothing but groans, soft enough to still hear the accounts from breeding long past.

“But the Avatar? Oh my. What a wonderful man. The Air Nomads raised such a magnificent and horse hung lad there, I have to say. He dove into the sea of stripping Kyoshi Warriors like he was the last male left on the continent. Their warrior slits, trained for many years to be the best of the best, still struggled to contain the sheer girth and magnitude of his erection. Veins covering it’s rigid surface resembling a topographical map of the north pole, testicles like melons in a pillowcase, and a size that rivaled the serpent of serpent’s pass. Aang filled womb after womb of the Kyoshi cunts he was gifted. Their arousal as deep as their devotion. And if they ever wilted, a look at their bro’s cock was enough to fuel their own erection into power once more.”

Cum already sloshed around his daughter’s womb, the first she’d ever had, but she was still riding her new friend for all he was worth. The story kept their groins wet and hard respectively. Hearing about Aang himself was too much, lost completely in the heat of the room. She did something she never thought she’d ever get the chance to do, and kiss the man deeply and passionately. Some deep part of her feeling so embarrassed but unable to stop her desires overtaking each action, glad that at least her first kiss was with someone so cute behind his glasses.

“I obviously was affected as well.” The old man sighed wistfully, “I feared I’d tear my cock from its socket from the sheer speed I wanked off to. If it wasn’t for the smile of a beautiful female guard that jumped me… well, I suppose that’s a story for another day.” He hummed, looking up towards where his daughter was currently screaming, “I’m just glad a new story can begin now. Avatar Aang always does bring out the best in everyone, you see.”

No one was really listening anymore. Not that he minded, stroking his beard with amusement at all the youthful commotion around him. Though what he wasn’t expecting was to feel uncomfortable right now.

“Hmm, it seems I have life between my legs after all! I wonder if there’s anyone over there that can provide an old man with some fun?” He asked, thankful that one tour member loved his story enough to provide the amazing storyteller a pair of tits to fuck.