How Else Would You Prove Who the Father Was?

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Now

Bran lounged in the very chair that stuffy goateed bastard had scurried out of like a good little yes man. He felt good. Having emptied his nuts twice in the last few hours in some fine-ass pussy, he felt damn good.

The fact that he'd sort of stumbled upon some artifacts more powerful than the Avatars of old, well, that made him feel even better.

There was a lot he could do with these things, and not all of it was perverted.

But, for now, he was content to relax and enjoy his afterglow.

He glanced across to Chief Beifong. After all that, she once again didn't give a shit about him. He'd be hurt except her calm disregard for his very existence was hot as fuck after being inside her and pounding that still tight cob-webby womb of hers into the damned Spirit World.

She was still as naked as he was, but you could just see her insatiable need for discipline and order. Having already finished with whatever papers needed inking to release Madame Kavita, she'd started back on the rest of her work with only one hand as she kept her other one steadfastly pressed to her cunt to keep his cum inside of her for that reporter he'd whistled up.

The old lady still had those metal clamps pinching her nips and she was still a bit of a mess to be sure. Her hair was all over the place, a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. Small tits were still small firm little things but those impressive abs of hers were a sight to behold.

Scratching his dangling balls, he idly wondered how long that prick was going to be and if it was about time to fuck off from this fucking place.

Also….what even was that dick thinking? What had he made normal? Bullshit just fell out of his mouth without thinking most times.

Lotta was always telling him to think before he spoke.

A chuckle ran through his soul when he remembered that he now knew exactly how Lotta's pussy felt wrapped around his cock. How often had he thought about it, but never imagined she'd let him actually fuck her?

In any event, what kind of shit should be going down with that Takeshi bastard? How crazy was it that he could just open his mouth and just reality-bend the answer?

He'd said something about getting a newsie to record this legendary event but that could go a lot of ways...

"Damn, I wish there was a way to capture this-" he gestured at the naked police chief, "-view for all time, just have it posted for all to see. Even have the lass positively identified each time she gets her hole good and properly fucked and seeded. That should be normal, especially for important birds like you, Ms. Beifong."

Takeshi's foot faltered between one moment and the next, the effect was strong enough that he stumbled on the sidewalk. He looked around, eyes wide as his face flushed.

Those in the crowd around him continued their chatter, oblivious to the shift in the fabric of their normality. The councilman's aide felt dizzy, as if someone had just hit him upside the head with a brick.

It was like everything he'd just known and cared about had been turned on its side. There had been this… notion, something about **** and influencing the Chief of Police. But that made ZERO sense.

Takeshi must have experienced a brief bout of utter madness in that moment for their was nothing untoward about Lin Beifong's seeding. She was an important figure in the civil government of Republic City. Of course the evidence of her union must be recorded and displayed! Such vivid paintings and sculptures served as testaments to the importance of confirming paternity and had, of course, over time evolved as a way for high-status women to assert their standing and engage in subtle competition.

Takeshi's memories were oddly fuzzy but he could just picture the no doubt hundreds of such works he'd looked at in passing over the years as he roamed the halls of power and visited the households of various elites as he went about his prestigious duties.

The legendary Avatar Kyoshi in an opulent golden frame, a towering figure when standing and no less capable of exuding power and charisma on her back, bent legs spread wide to display the spillage of her chosen mate's thick pearly white seed. His shining sticky drooping member relegated to a minor detail near the frame.

A sculpture of the usurping Earth Queen and formerly Crown Princess of the Fire Nation and the great and glorious Avatar Aang. The artist had surely spared no detail in showcasing the profound effect of Aang's sizable member upon Azula's well-worn opening. The centerpiece being the depiction of the Avatar's copious seed that flowed forth in thick soupy streams from her used womanhood.

Even as he vividly imagined, there was something a bit off about his memories. A strange sense of deja vu that made begin to question if he'd really seen any such lurid displays at all but his mind pressed quickly on without interrogating that idea for long.

He has a far more pressing task to complete and it was only one in a long line that he needed to see done this day so he moving swiftly to meet with his eccentric contact.