The Spirit of Competition [pt II]

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Some time later…

Korra squatted over the metal pan, completely unashamed, her caramel body gleaming with sweat and the afterglow of her latest vigorous session with Bran. Her thighs were spread wide, muscles flexed, her big heart-shaped ass lifted and parted, the curves emphasized by the taut line of her thong yanked aside, biting slightly into her left cheek.

But the real focus was nestled between those proud brown cheeks: Korra’s pussy, worked over and swollen, glistening with slick and Bran’s thick, white cum. Her labia were fat and prominent, dusky lips parted in a raw, open O, stretched wide and drooling the aftermath of a thorough pounding. Thick, creamy seed dripped steadily from her gaped hole, splattering the metal pan below in heavy, sticky strands

Despite Bran talking about not wanting to knock her up, he barely ever pulled out. Not that Korra minded. His hot gushing cumshots firing so deep inside her felt so good, they felt right. Kind of made her feel proud in a real… womanly sort of way. And there wasn’t anything to really worry about anyway since her White Lotus mother hen-mice always made sure she took those special herbs of theirs.

Bran lay nearby, sprawled out on the floor like a satisfied bear-lion after a feast. His nude body, thick with muscle and heavy belly, radiated contentment. His enormous cock lay softened across the bulk of his hefty ballsac between his legs, spent yet impressive, glistening faintly with remnants of Korra’s juices.

Bolin sat on a bench nearby, eyes darting shyly but repeatedly drawn back to Korra’s blatant display. His cheeks flushed pink, a goofy grin mixing embarrassment with sincere admiration.

Finally, Bolin cleared his throat, trying for casual and failing adorably. “Uh, Korra, I’ve been meaning to ask about… you know, you’re, uh, kind of bare down there?”

Korra grinned, teeth bright, completely unashamed. She reached down and ran a casual hand over her smooth mound, “Oh, that. Yeah, it’s this big communal thing on the Island. All the nuns and monks shave each other as bald down there as Tenzin’s head, so naturally, I got my pussy done too. It’s some kind of huge honor for them.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Honestly, I’m used to having a bush -it’s a bit chilly at the South Pole- but, you know, when in Republic City…”

“Well, uh, I like it. I think it’s… really sexy.”

Dragging himself up to his elbows, Bran gave Bolin an intense raised eyebrow. This action made Bolin’s eyes momentarily bulge in fear.

“Oh crap, that isn’t insensitive to say, is it? I’m not insulting your, uh, water bending heritage by complimenting you like that, right? Sorry, no one ever gave me the talk about pubic hair etiquette…”

Korra giggled and Bran gutturally laughed at his frantic panic, “He’s teasing you, Bolin. I appreciate your pubic hair etiquette. It’s honestly a bit weird but the girls are kind of insistent, couldn’t say no to those puppy bear-dog eyes…”

Bran snorted, scratching his belly, “Pfft. Give me a good hairy pussy any day. Heh. You’re lucky they haven’t inked you up with one of those blue arrows pointing right at your slit like old Tenzin’s got on his dick!”

“Really?” goggled Bolin at that. “A penis tattoo? That… I thought earthbenders had high pain tolerance, but ouch.” He seemed to instinctively place his hands over his junk like a rogue tattoo artist was waiting just around the corner for him, “B-but you’d probably look great with one, Korra!”

“Probly. Not that I mind either way, kid,” Bran added, eyeing her body with open appreciation. “Bare, bush, arrows, or piercings—I’ll still pound you just as deep.”

Korra snickered, rolling her eyes at his bluntness, but her voice went a little soft beneath the bravado, “Aww, thanks, babe.”

Mako approached from across the gym, towel slung around his neck. He surveyed the scene with a small sigh; after working out a load watching Bran and Korra fuck for a bit, he’d thrown himself into practicing his own bending while they continued, trying to clear his head and stay sharp.

"It's been great having you at so many back-to-back practices, Korra," Mako said, offering a small, earnest smile despite his grumpiness earlier.

Korra stood up from her squat and stretched casually, completely comfortable in her nudity. "Feels good to be back, although Tarrlok isn't too happy about my leave of absence." She gave an eye-roll, thinking briefly of the ambitious councilman Tarrlok and his special anti-Equalist task ****- another group she'd recently joined, driven by her eagerness to prove herself and her frustration with the city's political troubles. Tarrlok had been insistent, persuasive, and relentless and Korra honestly felt like she had to do something. She was the Avatar afterall.

Bolin chimed in enthusiastically, defending their team bond. "Hey, you joined the Fire Ferrets before you joined his task ****!"

Mako nodded firmly. "Exactly. Okay, come on, team huddle time!"

The team stepped together, forming a tight, familiar circle. Mako grumbled a bit about her putting some clothes on but she just laughed and slung her arms around both brothers, making sure to press her left boob into Mako’s side. She caught his gaze, and for a second, she saw something: a flash of heat, a hunger he never let out in words. Her heart gave a little jump.

"It's our first match of the tournament tonight," Mako continued seriously, his eyes steady and encouraging. "I know the three of us haven't been a team for very long, but even so, the Fire Ferrets have never been this good. Are we ready?"

Korra and Bolin exchanged determined smiles and nodded in unison. "We're ready!"

The gym doors swung open at that moment, revealing Asami Sato, arms full of neatly folded new uniforms bearing the Future Industries logo.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…” she began with a smile.

Her entrance was effortlessly graceful as always, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, emerald eyes sparkling with charm. Korra felt an immediate, prickly irritation- oh right, she thought sourly, here comes Little Miss Perfect, the real obstacle between her and Mako’s romance. She hated how easily Asami always drew Mako's eyes, but couldn’t deny the low, fluttering twist in her stomach as she took in the sway of Asami’s hips and the gentle curve of her smile. Annoying as she was, Asami was also, infuriatingly, absolutely gorgeous.

Asami’s gaze swept over the group, but caught briefly on Bran’s sprawled, naked form. Her eyes dipped, pupils dilating just slightly as she took in the prime, meaty length of his cock and the generous, appetizing fullness of his balls. Her attention moved smoothly to Korra, amusement brightening her expression at the Avatar’s equally unapologetic nakedness. “But you’ll definitely be needing these for the match.”

“Hey! Asami! Down here!”

“We’ve talked about this, Bran,” said Asami, moving her hand towards Bran while keeping her eyes locked on the Fire Ferrets. “While naked, you are the sun. I can acknowledge you, but we all know I shouldn’t look directly at you. I only caught a glimpse at you and already my engine is running hotter.” She spoke quite playfully with him, a game to make her look at his cock formed a few sessions ago.

Mako gulped, “Wait, really?”

“Ha! Yeah, I’m the sun.” Bran stretched in victory, still refusing to get off the floor, just rotating to lean on his side and drink her in. “You’re still an absolute smokeshow, though.”

Both Korra and Mako felt strange about Asami and Bran interacting. Teenage level hormones were quite literally soaking the walls these days, so high level emotions seemed to always bubble just below the surface. Korra feeling jealousy that this incredibly pretty girl could steal not only her prospective heart lover away, but also make her pussy lover switch sides too? And Mako… well, he wasn’t sure if he should be ‘helping’ the overheated Asami, but a part of him wondered if he should leave it to a professional.

“Oh yeah, what’s your pubes like?”

Asami looked for just a brief second in shock before tearing herself away again. “Excuse me?”

“We were discussing Korra’s shaved lower area before you came in,” Bolin whispered loudly, apparently trying to help. “Oh, and Tenzin has a penis arrow tattoo.”

Mako threw his towel at his brother, “Don’t make me picture his dick, Bolin.”

“Oh come on, it’s really impressive when you think about it!”

“I said shut up!”

As the two brothers fought, Asami sidled up to the woman whom she didn’t know considered her a rival. “A penis arrow… Do you think he needs it to help him realise what end he pees?”

For as much as she was trying to dislike the woman, Korra couldn’t help but smirk at the idea. “He’s my master so… no comment.”

“Gotcha. Wink wink.” said Asami, once more forcing the Avatar to bond more than what she thought she was capable of, “Also, have to say, if we are talking pubes you have a real nice looking smoothness down there.”

“Uhh, thanks…”

“Is it a wax job, or did you use a blade?”

The compliment caught Korra off guard, a jolt of surprise and something warmer running through her. “Uh blades mostly,” she managed, rubbing the back of her neck and offering a sheepish grin, “But the nuns have this cream. They smooth it on and then it all comes off with just one pass or two.”

“Really? Well, I’ll have to check that out for myself.”

Mako moved to Asami’s side, his whole demeanor softening as he took the uniforms from her arms. “Thanks, Asami. You always come through for us.”

She smiled at him, the pair exchanging a lingering look before Asami leaned in, nose rubbing against Mako’s in that cutesy, disgustingly sweet way that made Korra’s jaw clench. Bolin caught her eye and they traded a silent, exasperated grimace.

A big lumbering naked Bran was suddenly invading Asami’s space causing four pairs of eyes to dart downwards at the mouthwatering slab and nuts dangling between his hairy thighs. He dwarfed her poised, elegant figure as he slipped a big hand about her waist and pulled her against his belly. Asami gasped but didn't try to escape as Bran grinned and gave her ass a slow approving squeeze.

Korra couldn’t help a flash of satisfaction at her stud so easily disrupting the couple’s sweet little moment, though it was chased by a weaker twinge of annoyance at Bran’s own interest in her.

He hooked his thumb into the waistband of her fitted pants, tugging the front open just enough to slide his thick fingers down the front and into her panties. He groped without hesitation, and when his fingers met smooth skin, he let out a low, satisfied rumble.

“Ahh, nice shaved little triangle, huh?”

Mako had stayed close by Asami’s side, even as Bran’s naked body pressed against her. He looked a little concerned, shooting a quick glance at the monstrous cock now sandwiched between Asami’s belly and thigh, “Uh, we should get going if we don’t want to miss our lunch reservation. And, uh-”

“B—Bran!” Asami gasped, the syllable rolling into a soft, involuntary moan. Her hips jerked and her thighs fell open as Bran worked a thick finger right up into her slick heater pussy. Her head fell back against his shoulder, pelvis instinctively rising up to meet the rough digit as it curled inside her.

Mako blinked, cheeks burning, but after a beat he simply cleared his throat and pressed on. “Yeah, uh, so, Bran… before we go, could I get a little of your…uh, sauce for our meal? Just a small bottle or two?” He shot a quick glance at Asami, as if to check whether she was still on the same page, but she was too busy clutching at Bran’s wrist, hips shifting against his hand, lips parted in a soundless gasp.

Bran barked a laugh, his finger still working slow, lazy circles inside Asami, “Sure, knock yourself-”

Korra met his eyes, her gaze suddenly sharp, communicating everything Bran needed to know in a single look: Not for her.

Bran paused, then shrugged, pulling his hand free of Asami’s panties with a faint wet pop and smacking her ass affectionately. “Sorry, Mako. This is the good stuff. Avatar-glazed. I’m selling it to Madam Kivita’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Mako replied, not able to really make an argument against but clearly a little disappointed to not treat his girl to the good stuff. He shrugged at the panting Asami when she turned to him, “I’m sure the restaurant has enough for us.”

Asami pouted, still a little weak at the knees, “Oh boo. And after you raved so much about Bran’s sauce.” She was playful with her disappointment, giving Bran a seductive side eye, “Nothing I can do to sway you, Bran? I can pay better than Kavita. Or would you prefer I just take a long look at something…?”

The temptation was there, and Bran definitely considered it despite Korra’s glaring, but he relented, “Not this time, Smokeshow.”

“Alright. Next time then.” She smirked back, winking at him one last time before walking out with Mako.

“Bye guys, see you next time! We’ll see you when we see you!” Bolin waved them off, not expecting a somewhat awkward tension between those that remained.

“Real subtle there, Bran.” said Korra after a few moments of silence.

“Ah, bend it out your ass, Avatar.” He huffed back, “What you got against Smokeshow anyway?”

“Nothing!” She snapped back a little too quick, her eyes drifting towards Bolin’s awkward eye darting, “Seriously nothing, Bolin!”

He quickly raised his hands in defence, “I didn’t say anything! …but hey, these uniforms she got us are nice, huh?”

“...whatever. I have to go train with Tenzin.” said Korra, picking up her bundle of clothes and marching off before either man could stop her.

Bolin pouted as he watched her leave. He felt like he’d screwed up somehow, but everything was so confusing that he wasn’t sure how. Following her felt like the wrong move, so instead he decided to strike up a conversation with the lumbering tower of a man that was plodding his own way out the gym.

“Hey! Wait up!” said Bolin, easily catching up to Bran’s indifference as they walked into the locker room, “So, Mr. Bran… we know each other pretty well now, right?”

“Which one were you again?” He asked, letting the awkwardness have its beat before smirking, “I’m kidding, Eyebrows. And call me Bran.”

“Oh, thanks!” he said, a little bit of relief at not being a total stranger to Korra’s lover, “I just wanted to ask… what do you think about Korra as a girlfriend?”

Bran opened a locker he’d normalised to be his, producing a pair of underwear he desperately needed, “Already told her, Eyebrows. I’m not interested in that relationship crap. She’s a great gal, I’m sure she’ll find someone.”

“I hope so, cause I meant as a girlfriend for me.”

“You?” asked Bran, finally actually looking at Bolin. “You wanna ask out my Avatar?”

“If that’s okay,” Bolin shrugged, taking his nice new suit and putting great care into gently placing it in his own locker, “I know you and her… canoodle a lot. But, you know, I always hear how much you don’t wanna be with her emotionally, and I think I’d like to try and be that for her!”

Bran raised an eyebrow, “Be her emotional whipping boy?”

“More just go on a date with her. I hope…”

“A date?”

“Yeah! I think she’d really like it! We really match up well. She’s strong, I’m strong. She’s fun, I’m fun. She’s pretty, I’m gorgeous!”

“And you both love the taste of my nut juice.” Bran added jovially.

“That’s like saying we both breathe.” said Bolin, matching his tone, “So, you okay with it? You’re not… you know… with Korra?”

Bran frowned at the implication. He’d never been one for self reflection, introspection, or experiencing any of the non-hedonistic emotions in general. He knew that Korra had the hots for the other brother, but now this one wanted her too? It was making him feel… things. He just didn’t really know what. “Ugh, I’ve been hanging out with teenagers too long…” Bran sighed to himself, putting on the last of his clothes before responding properly, “Knock yourself out, Eyebrows. If she wants to, I won’t stop her.”

“Alright! Thanks, Bran!” Beamed Bolin.

“Just remember that ya can’t go all the way with her. That Avatar pussy still belongs to me.”

“Woah, do you think it’ll get that far?!” the excited boy missed the implication completely, “Oh! I have some emergency yuan around! I’ll bring it on the date, and then if it somehow gets to the bedroom, I’ll subtly slide a couple bucks over to Korra. Then, if she’s interested, she’ll slowly pick them up with a smile. Letting me-”

“That ain’t gonna happen.” Bran interrupted, annoyed he’d forgotten about that one payment normality.

“Yeah, I know… but maybe-”

“It ain’t gonna happen, cause we’re doing a double date.” growled the larger man, shoving a meaty finger into Bolin’s chest, “You and Korra, me and Korra’s pussy. Got it?”

“Deal! After we beat the Rabaroos tonight, I’m asking her out. You’ll see, Bran!”

Bran, halfway through tying his pants off, paused and glanced over, a spark of interest flickering in his eyes, “Rabaroos? That’s that all-lady team, right?”

“Yea! Their captain’s a firebender too. Adi, always looks like she stepped out of a fancy tea house. Means business, great teamwork, the other two girls backing her up with quickfire strikes. But we got this.”

Bran smirked while rubbing his stubbly jaw, muttering about liking the sound of that. Then he clapped Bolin on the shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make the guy wince and beam, “I’m rooting for you, kid. In the ring and for Korra. Us earthbenders gotta back each other up.”

“Thanks, Bran!” he called after Bran as the big man ambled away.