The Avatar Makes Some Friends

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The heavy oak door swung open, revealing a scene that stole Korra's breath. Bolin, ever the showman, beamed beside her, his chest puffed with pride.

"Whaddya think?" he asked, gesturing grandly. "Best seats in the house, huh?"

Korra's jaw dropped as she strode forward and on to the balcony. All around her was the breathtaking panorama of the Pro-Bending Arena.

The cavernous space pulsed with energy, the stands packed to bursting with cheering spectators. But it was their vantage point that truly stunned her.

They were right in the center of it all!

High above the arena floor, suspended over the water that filled the bowl-shaped stadium, they stood in a private team box. The audience seats rose in tiers around them, their excited faces mere specks in the distance.

Suspended in the middle of the arena, a platform jutted from the water like a floating island. Divided into red and blue sections, it shimmered under the spotlights, the very heart of the competition. The air hung thick with the musky scent of sweat, seed, and anticipation, a far cry from the serene incense of the Air Temple.

"Whoa! Unbelievable!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "This place is even more amazing than I imagined!”

Bolin chuckled, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Just wait till you see the match," he winked, gesturing towards the platform.

He left her side then and since the playing area was currently devoid of any action she turned her attention to the crowd above. She could see a microcosm of Republic City life unfolding about her. Rich nobles, adorned in extravagant silks, sat in the closest tiers, their bored expressions contrasting with the animated faces of the middle class merchants and industrialists beyond them. Even further up, the working poor cheered with equal fervor, their faces etched with both hope and struggle.

The diversity extended beyond social classes. Fire Nation citizens with vibrant hairstyles mingled with stoic Earth Kingdom families, while Water Tribe delegates, easily recognizable by their fur-trimmed parkas, exchanged lively chatter. The aromas of the arena added another layer to the experience. Hawkers peddled exotic dishes, the sizzle of meat grilling mingling with the sweet scent of pastries, all liberally seasoned with various types of seed. Laughter and lively discussions rose from the crowd, punctuated by the rhythmic pumping of fists as various males prepared their sauces and snacks for their companions.

Large-breasted women, adorned in revealing clothing not unlike Korra's, were using their assets to entertain nearby men as they waited for the match to begin, eliciting hoots and whistles as they bounced their busts in laps.

Though she couldn’t see it, she heard a man yelling in the stands just above her head. “Hot dogs! Get your piping hot firebent hot dogs, right here!”

“Oh! I’ll partake if you don’t mind!” A demure lady-like voice called out.

“Certainly, ma’am! What kind of sauce can I offer ya? We have Firebender, earthbender, waterbender, nonbender, industrial brand elephant-horse, and mustard.”

“Um, a splatter of waterbender semen and some mustard please!”

Even with the roar of the crowds, Korra could hear the squirting of jism onto the bun. Maybe she’d just grown accustomed to the familiar nature of it these last few weeks. She wondered if this booth had similar catering options, though the thought was soon lost to the excitement of the rest of the venue.

A thrill shot through Korra. This wasn't just a Pro-Bending match; it was a microcosm of life itself; chaotic, vibrant, and bursting with raw, untamed energy. It was everything she craved, everything Tenzin and the White Lotus' teachings tried to suppress.

“Bolin, I told you to stop bringing your crazy fans in here before a match. Get her out of here.”

That grouchy voice got her attention back to the present, looking back to see another young man, roughly the same age as Bolin but a bit less stocky and really good looking, with his frown facing the locker he was using. Coming to her rescue yet again, her new friend quickly slinked towards his associate, “Oh, come on, Mako! She’s never seen a match before and I promised her she could stay! I got a good feeling about this one~ I think she may want to offer us her services~”

“Hrm.” The one called Mako grumbled, slamming his locker in clear disinterest, “You know she probably just wants you for food, right?”

Bolin nodded thoughtfully but clearly didn’t really get it, “Right… and you’re saying that like it’s a bad thing,,,?”

“I can hear you over here by the way!” said Korra, waving in as innocent a way as she could to mask her growing annoyance. The grouch just frowned at her, instead just speaking softer to barely hide his intentions.

Mako along with another player with long dark hair walked past her to cross to the main platform, he didn't even spare a glance to check out her tits which she'd been unable to resist pulling out into greater view when she'd realized how cute he was.

The other guy did take notice, so that was something.

What was Mako's deal?

"Yeah, sorry about that. My brother just gets real ... dickish before a match." Said Bolin coming up beside her as he put on his helmet, "I for one have nothing wrong with… uh…” He stammered to a standstill as Korra raised an eyebrow high at his attempted insinuation, “...nevermind. Okay, I gotta go, wish me luck. Not ... that I'll need it." He gave her another charming wink and went after his teammates.
She was too excited to stay down for long and she thrust out her fist, "Good luck. Knock 'em out!"

The cheers of the crowd was deafening as Korra watched her first Pro-Bending match unfold. It was unlike anything she'd ever witnessed. Fire danced in the air, water whipped like living tendrils, and earth disks shot with deadly precision. The competitors moved in unison, their movements a complex dance of give and take, push and pull.

She cheered along with the crowd, her heart pounding with excitement as she watched.

"Yeah! Go, Fire Ferrets!" she shouted, bouncing on her feet as Mako unleashed a barrage of fiery attacks against the opposing team's waterbender.

The roar of the crowd was a living entity, pulsing through Korra's veins with every clash of water and fire. The Pro-Bending arena was a kaleidoscope of elemental fury, unlike anything she'd ever seen. Bending styles she'd never dreamed of unfolded before her eyes, each move a testament to years of honed skill and raw power.

One match went down a loss, then another went down a win. The best of three coming all down to this.

Her heart hammered in her chest as the Fire Ferrets, led by the stoic Mako, battled the ferocious Tigerdillos. The match was a whirlwind of fire whips, earth disks, and water blasts, each near miss sending shivers down her spine. When the Ferrets were pushed to the brink, a lone figure remained standing: Mako.

Three against one, the odds seemed insurmountable. Yet, Mako moved with the grace of a eagle-panther, his firebending a storm of precision and ferocity. He dodged, countered, and attacked with a relentless focus that left the crowd breathless. And then, with a final, searing blast, he sent the last Tigerdillo flying, igniting the arena in a frenzy of cheers.

It was unbelievable. All this time watching men slowly bend air through tubes, or learning proper breathing techniques, or having to move her foot in juuussst the right way to appease her teachers… and she finally saw what the culmination of the effort could look like. Real, actual, exciting bending! Elements in perfect harmony, raw passionate fists flying for sport, and she wasn’t the only one as the crowd continued to roar their appreciation.

Bolin was the first Fire Ferret to make it back, a joyful grin on his face as he tugged off his helmet and ran over to her. "Woohoo! Yes!" he yelled, then held up a single finger. "One more win and we're in the championship tournament!" With a jovial attitude, Bolin seemed jazzed up. Much more so than his dour faced associates who walked past him in frustration towards the lockers.

He snapped his fingers, a playful grin spreading across his face. "So, what'd ya think, Korra? Bolin's got some moves, huh?"

Korra grabbed his shirt's collar, pulling him close. "What did I think? What did I think? That was amazing!" Her voice vibrated with adrenaline and excitement. "I've never seen anything so intense in my life! Thank you for letting me stay and watch!" In a sudden movement, Korra scooped up the boy in a full bear hug and lifted him off the ground with a strength he was totally not expecting.

“Holy moly! You’re strong!” Bolin gasped as he was spun around, also managing to feel his very first soft pair of mounds pressed up against his abdomen, “U-um, Korra? I got the vibe from your eyes that you weren’t, but if you are I’m totally cool with, uh, you wanting something from me?

It was hard to guess what he meant as his hardness poked into her, she let him down with a friendly smile, “Well, I dunno… a big dick in my big tits sounds fairly normal to me, but your brother isn’t going to think it’s too whorish, is he?”

“It may be normal, but I can still disapprove,” Mako grumbled into his locker.

Clapping his hands in a begging prayer, Bolin looked stressed, “Please please please ignore him! If you want to do anything to me with your chest then you are more than welcome to!”

“You know what, Bolin? After a performance like that I don't see how I couldn't~" She was already on her knees before she finished speaking, ready to take whatever was hiding in there out.

With an eager grin, Korra grasped at the stiff bulge in Bolin's pants. She traced its length, already able to tell he wasn't sporting anything special down here. Disappointing because she kind of expected a celebrity Pro Bender guy to be packing, but not surprising because when Bran wasn't visiting the grand total population of large dicks on the island was one: Tenzin’s.
Truly big cocks were just rare and so needed to be treasured when you encountered them.

Thank the Spirits she’d found Bran!