Spirit of Competition [iv - Bran vs The Red Sands Rabaroos]

Written in Collaboration with Cross C

“You join us tonight folks in minute three of our opening match of the tournament! Whoever wins this will advance to the quarter-finals. It’s Fire Ferrets vs The Red Sands Rabaroos, and the ring could not be more quiet!”

Korra, Bolin, and Mako shuffled around the ring awkwardly. Having been so prepared and ready for this match they felt like everything had built to a bit of an anticlimax. Korra fiddled with her ponytail, Mako tapped his foot impatiently, and Bolin flipped an earth disc with his bending. It landed with a ‘thunk’. Feeling like it represented his feelings, he blew air through his mouth.

“Where the hell are they?!”

“Bolin comes in with the disgruntled exclamation! How will his opponents handle that?” The crowd looked over to the empty side of the ring, then up to the commentators box. “Sorry folks, I can only make commentary interesting for so long! The Red Sands Rabaroos have yet to appear! Could this be the end of the all female team’s run this tournament? If they do not make it to the ring within the next few minutes, I’m afraid it’s curtains for the Rabaroos!”

Korra leant back on her heels and stretched her arms up, “What do you think happened to them?”

“Dunno. I’m not gonna look a gift horse-bear in the mouth, though.” Mako replied.

A few minutes earlier.

Adi tightened the last strap of her red armor, flicking a spark across the fabric for her pre-match ritual. Her tall frame filled the locker room with quiet authority: short dark hair brushed back from sharp cheekbones, a proud bust straining under her gear, long legs braced with confidence.

Her team were doing similar actions; Ula was stomping her boots against the stone floor, stretching her shoulders with that restless energy she always carried before a match. Stocky and muscular, with thick thighs and a solid, full ass packed into her uniform, she looked every bit the earthbender anchor. While Umi had her head in her locker still, making sure her sleek black hair and makeup were perfect despite her companions claiming it’d get messed up in the fight. Slim and wiry, her small breasts and lean hips gave her a dancer’s poise, her body balanced and agile even while she fussed with her reflection.

Their opponents–The Fire Ferrets–were all anyone could talk about these days. That big shot Avatar turning heads everywhere she went. But to the Red Sands Rabaroos, this was just another night to prove they weren’t pushovers. Not just ‘The Girl Team’ that so many labelled them as.

Time was growing thin, and they knew that they’d be hearing their names called out soon enough. Their minds focused and ready, despite the bizarre naked man that was snoring loudly on one of their benches. None of them asked who he was or why he was here, they had a match to win and didn’t need to wake him up to get ready to fight.

But then the naked man rolled over.

“Hao… fuck.”

A zing of burning arousal suddenly shot into Umi’s stomach, spotting the item first. Just one look at a cock that huge was enough to make her want to rip open her suit and start stroking herself immediately. Such a hefty pole, it had smacked against his thigh with such a sound it was impossible not to concentrate on him. Umi couldn’t look away, feeling drool run down her chin as she continued to stare. Precum dripped from its head, clearly not even needing to be aroused to still be generating new fertile swimmers, probably thanks to those huge bulging food factories he had under the one eyed snake.

Whoever this guy was made Umi feel hotter and hotter. As a lesbian, she’d never really felt this way before for a penis. A strange desire to lubricate his cock with her waterbending then fuck one of her two girlfriends while staring at this dude’s cock.

“Umi. Get your head in the game.” Called out Ula, gruffly stomping her foot to get the waterbender to follow them towards the arena.

“...”

“Umi!” She repeated, marching over away from the stage towards the frozen waterbender, “What are you-? Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Ula and Umi’s hearts were going crazy as they watched the sleeping man’s cock. It didn’t matter that they were in a threeway relationship as a team, it didn’t matter that this was basically the first dick either had seen before, their **** feminine feelings to get aroused by massive man meat were unbeatable. Small wet patches could be seen even through the pro-bending padding. Weak legs squeezed together to try and hide the sheer monumental arousal they were experiencing.

“Ula… spirits, Ula. I-I think I need to make out with you right now…”

“Shit yeah you do.”

Umi would usually call out Ula on such vulgar language, but today she rewarded it by leaping into her strong earthbending arms. Tongues began dancing together in a feverous heat. Boiling hot madness had overcome the pair as they practically melded into each other’s arms, continually glancing over to the sleeping man to re-subscribe to the pleasure looking at his cock brought.

Their pro-bending armour hit the ground with barely a second though. Chest plates tossed aside so they could roll up the padding and squeeze even tighter together. Ula’s handfuls had their natural droop arrested by mashing into Umi’s smaller, perkier pair. The buffer Ula holding Umi tight, who knew just how to tease and play with her buff girlfriend to make her weak at the knees.

“And our returning veterans… The Red Sands Rabaroos!”

Adi turned, expecting to see her battle ready teammates ready to follow her onto the extending platform, not two half naked wanton sluts sucking each other’s tongues.

“Wh-what are you two doing?! This is the opening match of the tournament!”

“Mm–ahh–mmpenis.”

“W-what? Penis? Whose-?!”

Adi was the only bisexual of the three, and the only one with any experience looking at dicks before. To make sure her team reached this point financially she’d even been employed as a semen extractor, in both the hands and tits divisions. With her large breasts she’d done alright and she knew the musky tang of a man’s fresh load all too well. As such, perhaps she should have had more resistance than the others to seeing this sleeping man’s floppy python.

Yet, unfortunately for her, he had just woken up.

“Hm? This ain’t the right room.” said Bran, stretching his groggy body as he admired the scene in front of him. “Good-ass room, though. Wasn’t expecting a show when I woke up.” He snorted, looking from the nearly naked duo to their wide-eyed leader, “You looking lonely there, toots. Wanna keep staring or get to sucking?”

Adi really couldn’t keep her eyes off that huge swinging meat. It had been so long since she’d tasted the sour smells of a man. She swore she didn’t miss it when she had two such lovely teammates/partners, Ula with her earthy thick bodied strength, Umi with her sleek, wet grace. But then, seeing something like that, the way it lit a fire in her engine…

“I-I-”

Before the stammering Adi could answer, she was pulled down to join the pile of already naked women. Their hands slipped under her armour straps, tossing them aside to bare her taut torso with its counterpoint rather large soft tits.

Bran watched as the other two quickly stripped their leader and showered her with kisses and touches. Adi’s focus on his dick lessened (it didn’t deplete with occasional glances from all three of them) but her mind was eclipsed by the other two’s passionate embrace.

He continued to watch as they got into their positions. Ula dropped onto her broad earthbender back, legs splayed, her thick asscheeks flattening against the floor. Umi slithered down between them, tongue licking deep in her pussy with her bare little ass waving about, while Adi sat on her face. With a shrug and a growing boner, Bran lumbered off the bench.

“...alright, I’ll go over there then.”

As soon as he reached Umi’s wagging wet peach, she suddenly twisted to straddle Ula’s hips instead, their pussies pressed together in a wet scissoring grind.

“Oi, be game.”

Umi frowned at him, “Dude, we’re lesbians. We just wanna look at your dick, not touch it.”

“Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Mmmah! You get to watch us, we get to watch you. Win-win.” said Ula, disengaging from Adi’s pussy just enough to look at his dick then return.

Adi seemed less convinced than her team. Her thighs trembled around Ula’s face, sparks flickering at her fingertips as her big breasts bounced with each lick. If it was up to her, she’d be riding that huge beast while her team licked and sucked on his heavy nuts.

Bran frowned, crossing his arms in an annoyed huff that these three women.

“Sure, but you sure that’s all you wanna do? From what I know, lesbians normally love to suck dick once they’ve tried it.”

Ula snorted against Adi’s lower mouth, breaking their ‘kiss’ long enough to mutter, “That’s propaganda.”

“Yeah.” Umi agreed breathlessly, “and the only girls who say that weren’t lesbians to begin with, just dilettantes playing-” she stopped when Bran gave his cock a single pull, a long strand of clear sauce spilling from the hole. The smell hit the air, musky and thick, making her jaw clench with sudden want.

Adi swallowed hard, thighs rubbing together as she ground down against Ula’s tongue. Her eyes kept darting back to that fat, veined shaft, each glance making her nipples pebble harder.

Spirits… one taste wouldn’t…

Bran chuckled at their hesitation. He didn’t press forward, just let the weight of his cock do the talking, looming heavy, dripping, daring them. “No rush, ladies. You’ll come around.”

For a moment the locker room was nothing but wet kisses, heavy breathing, and the slow fwap fwap of Bran jerking himself to the show.

And speaking of the show.

“-f they do not make it to the ring within the next few minutes, I’m afraid it’s curtains for the Rabaroos!”

Then Adi’s head snapped toward the muffled roar of the crowd and announcer beyond the walls. Her heart dropped. “Shit. The match.”

Her teammates froze, realization cutting through their haze. “We’re late?” Ula blurted, sitting up so quickly Adi nearly fell off.

“Spirits, they’re gonna disqualify us!” Umi gasped, scrambling for her armor.

Bran blinked, then snapped his fingers. “That’s where I know you gals from! Y’all the Red Lipped Rubbers, ain’t ya?”

”Red Sands Rabaroos.” Hissed Ula, peeling herself off the floor. Of course this guy knew their annoying derogative nickname. “And we have a match to win.”

“Oh yea. The match. How long was I asleep?” He scratched the back of his neck, sheepish for once.

As the ladies rushed and put on their uniforms with none of the measure and care they’d done it earlier, he smirked, “Right. Korra’d never forgive me if I let her win without a fight.” He paused and cocked his head, rolling his shoulders, “Well, she would… but it’d be a pretty dick move of me. Can’t let the hard working folks in the audience be without a fight to bet on just cause I wanted some lesbian strange.”

He rubbed his jaw as he ogled the water bender’s cute little ass wiggle into her pants. Then again he didn’t see why he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too. He thought about it a bit and grinned, snatching the big-titted leader’s wrist so the team wouldn’t leave him behind. He didn’t feel like running… well, ever. She, of course, found that entirely normal even if she was irritated that he wouldn’t pick up the pace as they headed through the tunnel.

“You know, normally they will wait so long as the team wanting the delay puts on a show.”

Adi’s shoulders unwound. “Right,” she breathed, like the memory clicked into place. “If we put on an entertaining delay, they hold the start. Of course.”

“Three minutes of showmanship?” agreed Ula, nodding, “We can spin that. No DQ, no fines. Just give them something to cheer.”

“What if we make it a water show? I can bend a veil of mist, wrap us all in it like a curtain. Then- woah! We come out of the fog, synced moves, kicks and leaps. We’ll look like spirits descending to the stage.”

Bran chuckled, unbothered and naked as the day he was born, strolling along with them, enjoying the way his one sentence seemed to just bloom in their heads like flowers far beyond what he’d been thinking of. Of course, combined with the fact that everything he did was normal, this little show was going to be quite a bit different than they had in mind.

The lights of the Pro-bending Arena burned hot against the glass dome as the crowd roared, voices echoing up into the rafters. The ring stood empty on one side, the Fire Ferrets pacing on their platform, while all eyes turned to the tunnel where a billowing cloud of mist had appeared.

“And it looks like the Rabaroos are taking advantage of the Delay Clause, folks! You all know the rule: give the crowd a show worth the wait, and the match holds. Let’s see what they’ve got for us tonight!”

“Woah, what’s happening?” asked Korra, still a relative newbie to the sport.

“The Delay Clause!” said Bolin, jumping up from his sitting position excitedly, “It helps teams running late, and everyone gets a bonus show!”

Mako seemed far less impressed, “It’s stupid. Just wastes our time while the other side gets extra time to prepare.”

“Oh come on, Mako. It’s fun! And maybe the other side will be so worn out by their performance we’ll get an easy victory!”

“I’m down to watch a show before we fight,” said Korra.

“Whatever.” Huffed Mako one last time before the roar of the crowd became too loud to speak.

The crowd roared, stamping feet and clapping hands against the metal seats, eager for whatever spectacle was about to unfold.

The first two Rabaroos appeared, one with a tumbling somersault, rolling up to her feet and raising her arms high while the other launched forward with a flying kick. But the third Rabaroo didn’t emerge with the same flair because she was caught firmly in the grip of a massive, broad-bellied naked man. He brought her between her teammates and quickly unfastened her chest-plate. The piece clattered to the floor, revealing sweat-damp cloth beneath. The audience howled.

Bran grinned, walking her out toward the edge of the platform, his hands planted on her shoulders as he tore the last of her top open.

Her breasts spilled free; full, heaving, capped with taut nipples Bran seized eagerly. He squeezed them in his great hands and jiggled them shamelessly for the crowd. The announcer’s voice crackled with barely-suppressed glee.

“And would you look at that, ladies and gentlemen! The Rabaroos giving us a little extra flair tonight: Adi baring all and the crowd loves it!”

The cheers doubled. Men whistled, women whooped, the entire arena trembling with delight at the brazen display. Bran toyed with her breasts, bouncing them high, tugging her nipples until Adi threw her head back with a moan.

Then, with a predator’s grin, he kicked her ankles apart, spreading her stance wide at the lip of the platform. The glass dome above cast her in golden light as Bran bent her forward, her bare tits hanging heavy, her tight cunt already glistening from the heat of the moment.

And then, Bran rested his cock between Adi’s ample asscheeks.

“Incredible folks! In all my years of commentating, I have never had to describe a phallus of such magnitude! This bizarre fourth member of the Rabaroos has truly sprung forth! Longer than a weasel-python, thicker than an elephant-rhino’s tusk, and with such a vast swinging sack it looks like he could feed the arena! No wonder the Red Sands Rabaroos were late if they were stuck dealing with this endowment!”

Korra sighed under her breath, an action shared by her whole team, “Yeah… no wonder.”

“Folks, I believe I’m getting a boner just looking at this penis, and… yes! I can confirm my penis is harder than a metalbender’s armour right now! And it looks like I’m not the only one!” The announcer continued, sticking his head out the box to observe the crowd, “Folks at home, the audience here tonight looks practically in heat from the Rabaroos delay display! It didn’t take long for wives to jump on their husbands and vice versa! This is already a night to be remembered, and the fight hasn’t even started yet!”

Bran couldn’t help but wave at the crowd just for a moment, admittedly enjoying the attention before he got back down to his business. He lined himself up and, without any further hesitation, thrust his cock inside the bisexual bender in one savage stroke.

The crowd erupted.

Adi screamed. Not in protest, but in sheer, shocked ecstasy as Bran’s thick cock speared her to the hilt. Her arms buckled against the platform edge, fingers clawing at the smooth railing as Bran set his hips to motion, pounding her wet slit with brutal, unrelenting strokes. Every thrust made her tits bounce wildly, his hands still gripping and lifting them, showing them off to the sea of cheering fans.

The announcer narrated like it was the match itself:

“A bold move! Whoever this mountain of a man is, he has Adi bent over the platform edge! And spirits, folks, you can hear her from here! What a show, what a display of raw… team spirit!”

The Rabaroos’ other two members, Umi and Ula, hovered at the side at first, flushed with embarrassment, arousal, and resignation. They knew what this meant: their “entertaining delay” wasn’t going to be some choreographed bending routine

Umi’s face was burning crimson as she watched Bran rail her captain under the floodlights. Her first instinct was panic- spirits, the commentators, the fans, the Fire Ferrets are all watching. But then her probender’s discipline cracked under the flood of heat coursing through her. Somewhere in the haze she convinced herself this could be spun as taunting. A deliberate display: see how little we fear you, Avatar, we can get fucked on stage and still beat you after. It was reckless, humiliating, and yet her thighs pressed together all the same, slickness spreading beneath her armor.

Ula, solid and practical as stone, grit her teeth. Of course it would come to this. They already got enough whispers about being the “slut squad,” the all-girl team who “must have slept their way into the league.”

Now this random dude was giving the crowd ammunition for life. She wanted to spit, to shove him away, to snarl at Adi for bending to it so fast, but her body betrayed her. Watching her leader’s breasts bounce as that big cock disappeared into her again and again made her stomach clench, her cunt ache. Damn it, he’s huge. Irritated, resigned, and already wetter than she wanted to admit, she crossed her arms and let the roar of the crowd wash over her.

Adi, caught at the center, had no room left for doubt. She was their leader, their shield, the one who was supposed to keep them steady, but every savage stroke of Bran’s cock turned her into a mess of moans and quivering limbs. Some part of her knew this would embolden their detractors, that tomorrow the gossip rags would sneer “the Rabaroos only win bent over.” But that voice was small, drowned out by the chorus of the crowd and the battering ram of pleasure splitting her open. She clawed the platform’s lip, hair flying, and told herself she could still own it- if she screamed loud enough, if she rode the humiliation like a wave, maybe they’d call it dominance instead of disgrace.

“This is truly incredible folks. For the folks at home, I and the rest of crowd can’t believe what we’re seeing! The Rabaroo’s leader Adi has successfully taken in the wide penis of this thundering giant, spreading those labial folds to lengths here unto unseen widths in the probending arena! One can only wonder if this display is to dispel all the tabloid rumours of the Rabaroos secret lesbian threeway relationship!”

Umi’s breath came fast and shallow as Adi’s cries echoed off the dome. The announcer’s patter rolled over them like surf, part carnival barker, part sportscaster, while the crowd fed on itself, each cheer birthing five more.

Bran drew a long, wet stroke from Adi that made her knees knock, then craned a grin back at the other two. “Show’s a hit,” he rumbled, voice amplified by nothing but his chest. “Don’t be shy.”

Ula shot him a hard look, then the hardness melted when he withdrew from Adi and let the captain rock back, dripping, glowing, her breasts still cupped in his palms like trophies. Adi’s eyes slid to Umi and Ula both it’s okay and she nodded once, sharp and sure, even as her hips kept searching for him.

Ula and Umi didn’t need any more coaxing. The heat was already in their blood, their nerves wound tight from the locker room fumbling and the sight of Adi’s body bouncing on Bran’s cock. The roar of the arena only sharpened the edge.

They exchanged a single glance and then their hands were tugging at their armor. Red plates hit the platform one by one with clangs, their movements frantic, eager, clumsy with arousal. Cloth followed fast behind, bindings peeled away to free flushed skin, breasts springing loose, sweat catching the light.

The crowd went wild.

Naked now, they joined their captain, their bodies already slick with want, their faces flushed as they knelt shoulder-to-shoulder before him.

Bran backed a pace so the three women filled the platform’s sightline, then he cut across their choreography in the most Bran way possible. He gripped Umi’s jaw, tipped her face to him, and let a pearl of clear fluid swell at his slit, catching the floodlights. The smell hit them, warm, salty, dizzying. Umi’s pupils blew wide. The waterbender’s tongue peeked out before she realized it had moved.

She leaned in and lapped it.

The crowd howled.

“And there we have it, folks!” the announcer crowed, voice cracking with delight. “Umi of the Rabaroos sampling the, ah, ‘house special!’ A little flavor before the main event!”

Umi flinched at the roar, then blinked, surprised at her own surprise - like remembering a dance step she’d known since childhood. Her body took over; she wrapped her fingers around the slick heft and teased the crown with a tender flick of tongue, cautious… then bolder. The taste bloomed familiar and rich and the sound from the seats detonated again.

“Spirits,” Umi breathed, cheeks flaming as she took him deeper, “that’s… actually…”

Ula rolled her eyes but she found herself moving in too, a palm on Umi’s nape, another on Bran’s hip like she was spotting a lift. “Don’t ****,” she warned, but the edge in her voice was gone, softened by the slop of Umi’s mouth welcoming more.

Bran didn’t press. He let Umi set the pace, the thick head slipping over her tongue, easing past her lips. He angled his hips so the arena lights could catch the wet sheen of spit and pre gloving him, made a show of it without thrusting, an exhibition, not a mugging. Ula stared despite herself, breath syncing to the slow bob of her teammate’s head.

Bran patted Umi’s cheek with two fingers when her throat fluttered. “Good girl,” he said, easy as if they’d rehearsed this for weeks. The praise thrilled her; she answered by sealing her lips another thick inch further and breathing through her nose, angle perfect.

“Ladies and gentlemen and benders of all persuasions… Umi’s form is clean,” the announcer declared. “That is some disciplined breath-work!”

Ula snorted despite herself. “Move,” she told Umi, no temper, just hunger, and when Umi let him slip free with a wet pop, Ula guided the slick weight to her own mouth. She tested the heft with a skeptical pump, then kissed the underside, tongue tasting the throbbing vein, a slow experimental mmm that betrayed her curiosity. She went in sideways first, lips drawing the ridge, then took him straight, the stretch in her jaw making her eyes flutter.

“Earth stance is about staying grounded,” she muttered around him, as if lecturing herself, then sank lower. “Guess that… applies here.”

Bran grinned like a sunrise, big and shameless. “Knew you were a natural.”

“Ula takes the rock and plants it,” the announcer chortled. “Audience, do you feel that foundation?!” The dome rattled with gleeful Yes!

Adi, meanwhile, seized control of her frame in the scene. She slid behind Umi and dragged her own breasts up in both hands, pinching her nipples while she watched Ula work. Adi’s voice, when it came, was breathless but steady: “We’re not a joke. Look at them. Look at us.” She flicked her gaze across the ring to the Ferrets, held Korra’s eye for a beat like a dare, then bent and kissed the corner of Umi’s mouth while Ula took another brave, slick inch.

“Alright,” Bran rumbled, “let’s give ’em a real show.”

He swept Ula up by her thighs like the husky girl weighed nothing, pivoted, and sat her on his shoulders facing him, her feet dangling down his back. He bent his head and ate her, tongue broad and slow, then feral and precise, the crowd losing its mind at the sheer strength of the carry.

“Would you look at that balance!” the announcer gasped. “A standing shoulder-seat and oral in the same sequence. Unorthodox, but by the Delay Clause, unquestionably entertaining!”

Ula’s hands flew to his bald head, fingers digging in despite her stubbornness. “Don’t… you… drop me,” she panted, then squealed when he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked like a man drinking from a canteen after a desert march. Her thighs convulsed, heels thumping his back in helpless rhythm.

Bran crooked two fingers and pointed. “Cap,” he called, voice carrying without effort. Adi understood instantly. She pivoted into place in front of him, grabbed the rail again, and arched her back as he lowered Ula enough to guide himself back into Adi in one long, obscene slide, displaying them so the crowd could see both women at once: Ula riding his face up top, Adi impaled down low.

The dome erupted.

“Stacked formation!” the announcer whooped. “We have a double-decker delight! Captain Adi taking the lower berth while Ula rides high! Folks, you only see this level of coordination from a team that practices together!”

Umi, breathing hard, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed, a sharp giddy sound she couldn’t hold in. “Spirits help me. We are taunting them.

She dropped beneath the tangle of his hips and Adi’s spread thighs. Her breath hitched as her captain’s back arched above her, the weight of Bran’s thrusts making Adi’s breasts sway wildly and her cries echo through the dome.

With gentle fingers, Umi stroked along Adi’s quivering belly, offering comfort even as her other hand slipped lower to pet her girlfriend’s slick folds where Bran’s cock stretched them wide. The contact drew a gasping moan from Adi, her head snapping back as her body shuddered.

Umi smiled, tender despite the wildness of the scene, and leaned in closer. Her lips brushed across Adi’s inner thigh before she nuzzled against the heavy swing of Bran’s balls. She pressed a kiss there, hesitant at first, then firmer, before parting her lips and sucking one thick orb into her mouth, tongue swirling reverently.

The crowd’s cheer dove a pitch lower, a hungry sound.

Bran turned his head, grin wicked. “C’mon, little wave,” he coaxed. “Do the full tour.”

Umi blushed but she circled behind him, spread his cheeks with both hands, and buried her face where he’d dared her. The arena sucked in a scandalized, delighted breath as she licked a long, reverent stripe, then pressed her tongue in deeper, eyes fluttering shut in concentration.

“Now that’s commitment!” the announcer hollered. “Umi completes the circuit with a backdoor blessing! Talk about team coverage!”

The four were in perfect sync. Bran had managed to slip right into the team dynamics and make each of their strengths shine. Umi’s ability to make unorthodox plays to press an advantage, Uma’s strength against adverse conditions, and Adi’s natural leadership to take charge. A cohesive unit, with Bran’s immovable body right there in the center. Taking the full brunt of Adi’s burning hot pussy, Umi’s sloppy wet tongue, and Uma’s tough thighs squishing around his head.

“The Red Sands Rabaroos look like they’re battling a **** of nature, folks! This mountain is barely moving while they perform their erotic dance against every part of him! How are the Fire Ferrets going to respond to this incredible display?!” The announcer leant quite far out of his booth to get a good look for his audience, “It’s hard to make out, but I can see two of them stoically watching on despite the bulges in their pants. As for the Avatar… yes! She’s trying to be subtle about it, but she is masturbating folks! Guess she got a good look at our super sized champion! The master of all four elements is chewing on her finger with one hand and stroking herself with the other! Will her teammates help her out of this pinch, or leave the Avatar high and dry-?”

“Shut it!” Mako barked up to the announcer, then turning his fiery rage to the foursome, “Can we get on with the fight?!”

“Mako’s angry, perhaps feeling inadequate against the Rabaroos gargantuan opponent.” The announcer continued, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, folks. I’m sure most men would feel the heat against such a size. Ladies of the audience, I will remind you that there are hot-dogs on sale but they should not be used as a replacement for any large phalluses you’ve seen here tonight.”

“My husband’s about to blow! Throw me a hotdog!” Adi heard one woman call out in the crowd, eyeing the vendor throwing the food up three rows to land in her hand. The wife quickly slammed the heated bun over her husband’s pecker, hearing a relieved groan as he quickly covered the hotdog with his white goopy ketchup.

It seemed their display was causing quite the stir in the audience, though Adi was struggling to find reasons to care about the match at all. A dick after half a decade of sapphic abstinence felt unbelievably good.

Her last male partner had barely filled her halfway, yet this man had practically fell into her life to stretch her hole beyond anything ever had before. The more she thrust her hips back against his dick, the more she felt she didn’t want to remove it, like it had been a missing piece of her unfulfilled slit.

Meanwhile Umi and Ula fought on through their own desires. Having just a taste of their first dick was making them feel jealous of Adi’s empassioned moans. They filled their time with tongue lappings of both receiving and giving flavours, hopeful that this Delay Clause event could go on even longer for them to get some more time with that dick in.

The crowd had already seen plenty, but Bran wasn’t finished.

First, he seized Ula. the thickest of the three, and bent her down at the lip of the platform. Her body was a powerhouse: wide hips, thick thighs, and a meaty, full-bottomed ass that spread generously when he shoved her knees apart. Her cunt, dusky and plump-lipped, gleamed in the light. Next came Adi. Bran hefted her like nothing, laying her directly atop Ula so their curves pressed together. Her ass was more taut than Ula’s, round but firm, her toned thighs pushing outward as he ground her into place. Her slit rested snugly just above Ula’s, the pair of them forming a perfect second layer: wide hips braced against wide hips, two pairs of cheeks stacked like thick, yielding cushions, two pussies dripping so close together.

Finally, Umi. The smallest, the cutest, with a tight little peach of an ass that rounded out perfectly when Bran nudged her into position on top. Her mound was slender, her lips puffy and already swollen from arousal, pink and glistening. Bran set her neatly over the others, so that when he stepped back the crowd could see the full composition: three asses stacked like sculpted tiers of flesh, three pussies aligned in a gleaming, quivering column.

Bran stroked his cock slowly, savoring the sight. He ran it up and down the line of slits, dipping his tip only slightly into each of their holes to savour their heats and moans. It was like a pick against guitar strings the amount of noise the three girls exuded from his mighty shaft. But a man can only pluck so long before he has to really play the hits, and so Bran pressed in. His fat shaft speared down between Adi’s cheeks and sank into Ula first, splitting her open. Then he pulled back, letting his glans drag up through Adi’s folds, sliding slickly over her swollen lips, smearing her juices across Umi’s trembling slit. He thrust again, this time bottoming out in Adi before dragging back and grinding against Umi’s clit.

Back and forth, he worked his cock through the stack, smearing all three pussies with his length, fucking them in sequence. Ula groaned like a stuck bull-pig as her thick body rocked under the pounding. Adi screamed raw and loud, her captain’s pride shattered into wanton bliss. Umi squealed high and sharp, thighs trembling as every drag of Bran’s cockhead jolted her clit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t even have words! A triple stack formation! The three Rabaroos aligned! Whoever this brute is, he’s driving straight through their line-up like a battering ram! And listen to that crowd, they are eating this up!”

The stadium quaked with cheers as Bran worked his cock in brutal rhythm, pumping Umi’s tight hole until her legs quivered and her cries rang shrill and sweet. Every withdrawal smeared his length with the juices of all three, and every plunge bottomed him into Umi’s cunt, making her squeal as her whole body shook atop her teammates.

Ula groaned beneath them, smothered but grinding, Adi screamed herself hoarse, and Umi was reduced to frantic whimpers and gasps as Bran slammed her down onto his cock again and again.

His climax built like a storm, his heavy balls slapping wetly against Adi’s ass, thick veins bulging along his shaft as his pace turned savage. With one final roar, Bran buried himself deep into Umi, his cock swelling as he erupted. Hot, gushing seed blasted into her womb, so much it overflowed instantly, cum pouring down through the stack; splashing across Adi’s ass, spilling over Ula’s wide cheeks, dripping in sticky streams to the platform below.

“And that’s a GOOOAAALLLLL!!!!” roared the announcer, earning a huge eruption of cheers from around the crowd. “That’s right, folks at home. The large man has successfully created an incredible semen fountain down the Rabaroo’s triple stack! This was truly the turnaround for the season, folks! I don’t think there’s a dry crotch in the venue, I know I’ve soiled myself! No one thought this large man could solo three seasoned pro-bending veterans… perhaps it had to be seen to be believed! We have staff rushing to the Rabaroo’s right now to collect the semen directly for the audience’s consumption!”

“I want some!”

“Give me a bit that’s been in Umi!”

“Yeah! Go thick dick!”

“What’s this? The large man is now trudging over to the side of Fire Ferrets! He appears to be… yes! He’s making the Avatar clean his penis with her mouth! What a good sport, folks! Maybe he registered that Korra was feeling jealous from all the Rabaroos fun, or perhaps he wanted to make sure she had a similar level of protein to her opponents! Either way, this new fan-favourite character has surely won the hearts of the crowd! He’s lumbering out of the ring now, back past the Rabaroos to return to their locker room from whence he came.”

“CAN WE GET TO THE FIGHT NOW?!”

“Oh, right.” The announcer seemed to have a moment of surprise from Mako’s outburst, “Apologies folks. In all the excitement, I nearly forgot we were at a Pro-Bending match! We ask the Rabaroos to kindly get dressed and ready to fight!”

“The Fire Ferrets are fighting like a well oiled machine! Down goes Adi, and Ula, and Umi!”

“All three rounds go to the Future Industry’s Fire Ferrets! Who win their opening match of the tournament!”

The destruction of The Red Sands Rabaroos at the hands of Team Avatar took less time than their delay segment of the evening. Though even if they had been fighting at full strength, the cohesion of Korra, Mako, and Bolin was just too strong. They were in perfect synch that night, and easily wiped their opponents off the board in the second greatest show of the evening.

“Whoo, we did it!”

“Hell yeah we did. Those Rabaroos didn’t know what hit em!”

Korra giggled, “I don’t think their pre-game with Bran really helped them much.”

“Yeah…” Bolin nodded, watching their opponents from afar who seemed eager to leave the arena, “They’re rushing back to their breakroom pretty quickly now… probably to wash off the stench of defeat, am I right?”

“Probably, little bro.” hummed Mako as he and Korra returned to the locker room, leaving Bolin to revel in the victory a little while longer. “We really connected out there in the ring.”

“Yeah! I feel like the two of us have been connecting really well outside the ring too…”

“Uh, sure.”

“So… do you think we should spend some more time together? Maybe start developing our own Delay Clause show?”

Mako awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “Uhh… I dunno, Korra. Asami and I-”

“Look, I really like you, okay?! I think we were meant for each other!”

Mako blinked, seeing the hope and desire in Korra’s eyes… only to turn away from her. Korra cringed at herself, wishing to be anywhere but here as she felt the awkward energy in the room fill to an awful point.

“Korra, I’m sorry… but I just don’t feel the same way…”

“Forget I said anything.”

The despondent Avatar retreated to her locker, trying her hardest to ignore the next few minutes before she could leave the room again. Asami entering, congratulating her boyfriend and chatting about the delay show with glowing praise. Getting to kiss the handsome boy she’d grown a crush on while she stayed in the corner.

She didn’t get to feel alone for long, since Bolin slid towards her with a plan in his mind.

“So, Korra, I was thinking, you and me, we could go get some dinner together, sort of a date situation.”

“Oh, that's really sweet, but I don't think so. I don't feel very date-worthy…” She said with a reassuring but weak smile, trying to let him down easy before running back to Air Temple Island.

“Are you kidding me? You're the smartest, funniest, toughest, buffest, talentedest, incrediblest girl in the world!”

A blush ran over her face, feeling the power of genuine praise after being rejected by your crush. “You really feel that way about me?”

“I felt that way since the moment I saw you! Trust me, I know we're gonna have so much fun together.”

Korra turned the idea over a few times in her mind before nodding, “You know what? I could use some fun. Okay, sure!”

“Yes! Who's the luckiest guy in the world? Right here, Bolin!” He grinned hard, pumping his fist while Korra smiled on. “Oh, by the way. It’s sort of a double date situation, that cool?”

Korra turned to Mako–a boy clearly eavesdropping but equally confused by Bolin’s statement–before turning back to Bolin, “Double date? With who?”