The Avatar Breaches Containment

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Korra slipped through the window and dropped down from the second story, timing her escape perfectly as the White Lotus patrol's footsteps faded towards the other end of the building. The moon, a pregnant pearl in the velvety sky, bathed the temple grounds in a cool, conspiratorial glow as she flitted through hidden courtyards and fragrant gardens.

Her boobs escaped her skimpy top entirely as she ran. They beat a steady tattoo against her chest as she darted past the half-open doors of dormitories filled with either slumbering or quietly socializing Acolytes, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cool stone. The sea air, a refreshing kiss against her exposed flesh, sent a thrill through her as she exited the temple grounds proper and made her way through the light foliage to the cliffs overlooking the bay.

Across the water, the Pro-Bending Arena gleamed like a golden palace, its vibrant spotlights spearing the night sky. Korra's frustration, a constant companion these days, had gnawed at her. Those damn spinning gates! Tenzin's kids breezed through them like leaves on the wind, while she remained earthbound.

Airbending still felt like a foreign language on her soul. Perhaps Aang really was the last, it’d make sense why the airbending spirits had seemingly abandoned her.

But tonight, she was finally going to follow up Pema’s suggestion and the frustration would be drowned out by the roar of the crowd, the clash of elements, the sheer energy of Pro-Bending. Tenzin, with his rigid schedule and disapproving lectures on the "vulgarity" of the sport, could stay back with his dusty scrolls. Korra craved the raw power, the freedom it represented.

Korra's eyes moved from the glowing arena to the rest of the city that covered the opposite shore. She knew Bran was over there somewhere, no doubt balls deep in some woman at this hour. Probably making yet another pussy fall in love with that titanic dick of his.

A mischievous grin spread across her face. Maybe she wouldn't just watch the match. Maybe she'd find his place after, invade his life like he invaded hers. Bran had mentioned an aunt and a cousin, perhaps they would appreciate a visit from the Avatar. Imagine the look on his face when she sauntered in, ready to ride his pole right in front of them and just vanish into the night once she'd gotten her fill of mind-blowing orgasms, leaving him wanting more.

With that, Korra felt her annoyance dissipate, replaced by a heady excitement that sent a flutter through her belly and she dove off the cliff in a graceful arc, passing quickly through the element that stubbornly refused her entreaties.

But if the air resisted her, the water welcomed her.

Just before she dove into the waves below, Korra corkscrewed her joined palms, a fluid gesture that cut through the currents beneath her. Water rose in response to her movements, a swirling pool of blue and white, enveloping her completely as she plunged into it. The world, once a cacophony of light and sound, became muted by the gentle hiss of the surf and the beat of her heart.

The bay greeted her as an old friend, a chilly embrace that cleared her mind of its frustration and anger. Beneath the waves, she was Korra, the Avatar, not the clumsy student struggling to master an element that seemed determined to reject her. She’d mastered water and fire bending at such a young age, and in the frozen tundra, of course she could survive any temperature of water. Even if a nice chill to the tips of her nips still felt pleasant.

Here, she was fluid, unstoppable, a testament to her waterbending prowess and she shot across the bay like a dolphin-hawk towards the golden arena. Making sure to keep herself hidden from late night fishermen and the occasional party boat.

Soon enough she was bobbing in the water beside the massive structure that was built upon a fancy promenade that conveniently for her stuck out into the bay. It didn't take her very long to find an open window and she bent the water beneath her feet.

It surged, propelling her up like a rocket towards the arena's window. In a smooth, practiced motion, she flipped through the opening, landing on the floor in a graceful crouch.

"Whoo! That was fun!" She bounced back to her feet, the energy from her little night adventure fueling her good mood.

She glanced at her chest, where her ample brown titties were still happily out and beaded with water. With a lazy shrug and a playful tug at her top, she had them properly presentable for public consumption, even as she made the water logging her hair and clothes evaporate. Still, maybe a big dick would need to use her tits tonight so she didn’t want to make it too tight. Bran always made sure to stretch her tops out with his massive meat stick whenever he got the chance.

But enough thinking of Bran for now, she had to find him! No, wait, that’s wrong. She had to meet new people! Yeah.

Thankfully she decided to leave Naga behind for this, as heavy as Korra’s feet could be the polar bear dog would stick out no matter where she went. The Avatar had promised to sneak out with her next time though, really hit the town running with the big girl.

Currently Korra was walking around a grand hallway trying to figure out where she was. Compared to the regal brickwork of the air temple island the gray and harsh industrial vibe of the building truly stood out. Lamps cast dark shadows on corners above her, yet the amount of space in the hallway, coupled with the vast number of doorways, seemed rather inviting as well. It wasn’t long before the Avatar found something definitely interesting, a large empty hall full of various pieces of gym equipment.

The rugged nature of it, the sweat that permeated the whole room, and the way the place wore its battle scars with pride. Korra felt a surge of excitement being here. Maybe this was what she needed? A place to let loose without fear of breaking stupid wind panels or singeing another priceless artifact.

“Hey! What are you doing in my gym?”

Her head bolted at the noise, finding a slouched older man stomping over to her with a sweaty brow and an angry expression.

“Uhh, I was just… looking for a bathroom and I got lost!” she declared while instinctively leaning forward in the patented move that all large breasted women learn to do as soon as they start developing when dealing with irritable males.

“Oh, the old ‘I had to pee’ excuse.” Somehow the grouchy man’s expression got worse, “You know, I’m sick and tired of you women coming in here looking for a quick bite to eat. Just ‘cause my gym has able bodied men doesn’t mean they’re just jizz dispensers for your endless consumption! They got lives and dreams, ya know!”

"And you can put those little'uns away. My old lady's got proper sized watermelons and she keeps these wrinkly nuts of mine good and drained so I'm not about to go soft on ya!”

“I’m taking you to security!”

“N-no, wait!”

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Another voice quickly entered Korra’s life. This time from the entryway that Korra had just been, a young man with black hair and a well built smirking chin was walking over to her. He wore a strange uniform that Korra had never seen from any culture before. Red plating over a white jumpsuit, with a tight green waistband and a helmet in his arms. His face was definitely unfamiliar, but as a lighthouse of hope surviving this singular trip outside the island she’d take anyone.

“It’s alright Tohza, she’s with me.”

With an innocent smile, Korra nodded, “Yeah! I’m with him!”

“Oh yeah? What’s she to ya, Bolin?” The old skeptical man asked.

Their eyes met briefly, an attempt at a psychic conversation quickly taking place as they tried to gauge each other for information. Such a connection unfortunately did not happen.

“She’s my cousin!” “I’m his tit massager!”

There was a pause as they looked at each other again. Both going red from the words as Tohza simply frowned at the discrepancy.

“Um, my sister married a waterbending guy, and she was just-”

“That’s how we met! Then I found out his junk was a perfect fit for-”

“Well, let’s not jump the gun there too quickly-”

“What? I thought since you were a guy you’d want-”

“ALRIGHT!” Tohza interrupted the annoying banter, “I don’t care what you are! I’ve got work to do. Darn shitty kids…” With a grumble he turned his back on the pair and walked off to start bending earth dumbbells back into their racks.

Without a caring witness to their lies, the pair quickly decided to make their way out. “Right this way, Miss.”

“Why thank you, Sir!” She beamed, leaning in briefly to say, “No seriously, thanks.”

Bolin turned to her his eyes glued to her chest. She arched her back in response, letting him get an eyeful of her cleavage as they both grinned at each other like fools as they walked along.