The Fire Ferrets' were on a tear; their victory against the Rabbit Roos had earned them a week's respite before the next game of the season. In fact, they were undefeated for the season, being 11-0 in their matches, which was a new record.
Korra was feeling good, great even - and cocky. She had something to prove to Republic City: Avatar Korra wasn't a bitch to mess with. Still, the by week made Korra antsy, and she found herself at the arena for some extra practice with Mako and Bolin.
Usually on non match days the arena was mostly empty, but this day in particular it was more packed than usual. It was a special night: Out of town teams, exhibition performances and showcase to show the worldwide appeal of Pro-Bending. Nobody Korra cared about. Nobody interesting. Nobody remotely close to her level. She thought it resembled a circus, if anything.
Which meant, obviously, she was talking shit nonstop.
Korra strutted in to the sideline benches, hips swaying with cocky swagger, sweat still glistening from working out in the back, brown skin catching the light. Her HH-cup tits bounced under her tight blue sports top - purely functional, she insisted, even though Mako, Bolin, and half the arena knew it wasn't doing much containing beyond the bare minimum, and her ass jiggled as her long legs crossed and hips swayed.
On the center stage was the "Taihua Temptests", a pro-bending team that somehow managed to form in the sticks of the Taihua Mountains of the Earth Kingdom. They were showing off their skills, at the center was Han, the leader of the team - a man in his late 30s, stocky and rice fed. He looked more like a farmer than a Pro-Bending competitor, mainly because he was - Pro-bending was just his hobby.
"These guys are a team, seriously?'" she snorted derisively, stretching her arms overhead while every man in the stands leaned forward at the way her chest stretched her shirt. "They look like they get winded tying their own boots."
Mako an Bolin stood beside her, watching a littler more charitably.
"Don't get cocky." Mako chastised. "They're supposed to be good."
"Yeah, I hear they clean up in the Ba-Sing Se Circuit." Bolin added. "Say that three time fast."
"Yeah, I'm sure they clean up, because they look like janitors." Korra snickered. "Look at their leader. Han. What kind of name is that? Sounds like the noise a goose-chicken makes when you step on it."
Bolin and Mako gave each other a glance, and they watched the rest of the showcase in silence. When the Taihua Temptest finished, they climbed the stairs down off the ring, having to pass Korra and the brothers to get to the locker room. Han - taller than Korra by a solid head, thick-shouldered, built like he trained by suplexing bear-oxen - noticed her and turned, offering a small, polite nod. "You're that Korra I've heard about, ain'tcha?" Han asked, his rural accent thick. "Ain't every day you get to meet an Avatar."
"THE Avatar." Korra corrected, folding her arms under her Ava-tits.
Han blinked once. Slowly. Like a man physically restraining an eyeroll.
"Right." He said measuredly. "I seen some film of you and your boys-"
"Actually, uhm, I'm the captain-" Mako said, but no one paid him any mind.
"-Y'all got alot of talent." Han offered. "A bit raw, but the talent is there."
"Raw?" Korra scoffed, offended. "Rich coming from you, since you looks so doughy." Korra said, pointing at the belly Han had.
That got a reaction. One of Han's teammates, a burly woman with a shaved head, took a step forward, but Han held up a hand. He looked Korra up and down, his gaze lingering not on her chest for once, but on the arrogant set of her jaw. He raised an eyebrow, and his polite demeanor changed imperceptibly.
Mako pinched the bridge of his nose, and Bolin shuffled away from Korra, trying not to be seen.
"I take it you don't think much of us." Han mused.
Korra shrugged. "I just not impressed by what I see. I mean, you're in MY ring, showing off your skills, and I'm just not seeing it."
The crowd behind Korra, who had been watching the exchange, oooh'd, egging on the showdown.
"Miss Avatar, you only been in the sport for a few months - I been in it for years." Han said.
"And I'm already better - isn't that a little embarrassing?" Korra said smugly. The crowd oooh'd again.
Surprisingly, Han laughed, loud and boisterous.
"You know, I might be from the boonies, but even I know a challenge when I hear one."
Korra leaned against the railing, giving the crowd behind her a good look at her round ass.
"Hell yeah it is." Korra said, smile on her face.
"How about we make this exhibition a little more… personal?" Han challenged. "You and me, one on one, right in front of everyone."
"Your funeral."
"Korra, I don't think-" Bolin tried
"And let's make it even more interesting." Han continued. "No bending, Me and you, just having a good ol' fashioned tussle, hand to hand
Korra's confidence, that familiar, foolish flame, roared to life. Finally! A real fight. A chance to show what she was made of. She'd been training in hand-to-hand combat, alongside bending, since she could walk. This hick from the mountains wouldn't know what hit him.
"Game on, goose-chicken."
Han bowed politely to her again.
She scoffed. "Save the courtesy for after I beat your ass."
Han slowly stood back up, smiling.
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The other exhibition matches and showcases were pushed back to accommodate Korra v Han.
The arena was packed, the crowd buzzing with the unexpected twist. The announcer's voice boomed with glee.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AN UNPRECEDENTED CHALLENGE! THE AVATAR HAS FORSWORN BENDING! IT'S GOING TO BE FISTS, FEET, AND RAW TITILLATING TENSION BETWEEN KORRA AND HAN OF THE TAIHUA TEMPESTS."
Korra stretched on her side of the ring, inadvertently giving the people in the crowd a show on how her clothes barely fit her. She felt good. Loose. This was her element. Han stood opposite her, just standing, looking rather unassuming.
The whistle blew.
Korra exploded into motion. She was a blur of blue of jiggling flesh, closing the distance in a heartbeat. She feinted high, then dropped into a sweep aimed at his ankles—a classic water tribe maneuver.
He didn't move, he didn't even budge. Korra's foot came into contact with Han's solid leg, and it felt like she kicked an oak tree. Han just looked down at her, rather amused.
Korra's eyes widened a fraction of a second before his hand, moving with deceptive speed, snaked out and caught her by the wrist.
"Stability," he said calmly.
He yanked her forward. Korra stumbled, off-balance, and his other hand slammed into her shoulder, not with a punch, but with a heavy, open-handed shove that sent her spinning. She crashed to the ground, her breasts jiggling painfully with the impact.
The crowd gasped, then laughed.
Red in the face, and body jostling, Korra springs to her feet.
"Lucky shot." She spat.
"LOOKS LIKE AFTER HER SPILL, AVATAR KORRA IS TAKING THINGS SERIOUSLY!" The announcer commented
Pissed, Korra launched herself at Han with the kind of rage only Korra possessed. A sharp jab, a high kick, wild and lashing
Han didn't block.
He just stepped aside.
She flew past him, landing awkwardly and stumbling a few steps, like a toddler learning to walk.
Han's hand appeared from behind her and slapped one of her tits from underneath. HARD.
The smack sent her tits bouncing and stinging, and she jumped, spinning around, the look of indignation on her face priceless.
Korra shrieked, arms crossed protectively. "You don't touch those!"
Han shrugged. "They were in the way."
"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN ME-"
But she didn't finish because Han grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it upward.
Korra gasped as her own top was hauled over her head and trapped behind her neck and shoulders. Suddenly-
She was blind.
Tits out.
Arms tangled uselessly.
"LOOKS LIKE THE YOUNG AVATAR IS BLIND AND DUMB." The announcer jeered, getting a laugh from the crowd, "AND HER MAMMARIES ARE MAKING MEMORABLE MOMENTS!"
The crowd cheered loudly at the spectacle, flash bulbs going off all around. Korra's tits were definitely going to make the front page
Korra struggled. "HEY-HEY-WHAT DID YOU DO? I CAN'T FUCKIN-"
Han answered by slapping both tits at once, twin smacks that echoed like drumbeats, heavy brown tits jostling and bouncing.
"KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF AN FIGHT!" Korra raged, spinning blindly and trying to kick out an hit something. Han stayed just out of reach. Then, he raised his open palms and brought them down hard on her chest again.
THWAP! THWAP!
The blows weren't meant to cause pain, but to sting and humiliate. Her breasts jiggled violently with the impact, and a sharp, pleasurable-pain shot through her nipples, making them stiffen instantly. A moan was torn from her lips, one she desperately tried to stifle.
"He's making her tits clap!" someone in the crowd yelled, followed by raucous laughter.
Han did it again, and then again, spanking her tits like they were misbehaving children. Each slap sent a jolt straight to her core, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, betraying her completely. She was being publicly manhandled, treated like a piece of meat, and her body was tingling.
Korra howled. "OW! HAN YOU REDNECK MOTHERFU-"
She couldn't finish her insult, as Han grabbed the back of her head through the shirt and slammed her forward, face-first to the ground.
Her ass popped straight up, jiggling obscenely as her forehead made a rather unpleasant sound, hitting the ground.
"THE AVATAR TAKES A HARD FALL!"
Pain and dizziness pounded in her head, disorienting her enough for Han to rip the rest of her shirt off her head. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her up onto her knees. "Where's all that confidence now, Avatar?"
He shoved her face back into the ring floor. While he held her head down with one hand, the other went to her pants. The sound of the button popping and the zipper tearing open was deafening to Korra. She squirmed, and cursed, her struggle turned into a spectacle.
""S-Stop, you fuck!" she grunted, mushed into the ring.
"Hey, I'm just playing the game you wanted. I TRIED to be nice." Han answered, his voice flat. He yanked her pants and underwear down to her knees in one rough motion, exposing her bare, fat ass to the blazing arena lights and the rabid crowd.
He released her head and stepped back, allowing her to push herself up. Humiliated, furious, and now half-naked, Korra spun around and stood.
Her pants were still around her knees, and greatly restricted her movement, but she was too angry to think straight. She tried for one last desperate takedown. She lunged at Han's waist.
Han caught her wrist mid-grab and twisted.
Korra yelped.
He hooked her arm behind her back, shoved her forward, and bent her at the waist—her tits hanging, ass jiggling.
Korra snarled, "Don't you DARE-"
Han slapped her ass so hard her knees buckled.
Then again.
Then AGAIN.
She whimpered.
"LOOKS LIKE THE AVATAR IS GETTING THE DISCIPLINE HER FATHER NEVER SHOWED HER!" The announcer called.
Han grabbed her hair, bent her further, and forced her onto all fours.
Her thighs trembled. Her breath hitched. Her pride leaked out of her like water from a cracked pipe and her pussy leaked like a whore with a dollar in front of her.
When he pulled her hair back, she had to arch her spine, tits swinging beneath her like weighted pendulums. A whorish display of the proud Avatar
"Say you're outmatched," Han said.
Korra shook her head violently. "FUCK you, hick!"
Han slapped her ass harder than before, the brown cheeks moving like jello
She jolted with a squeal.
"Say it."
"Eat-a-DICK!"
He spanked her again - louder, sharper, punishing.
Korra crumbled.
"FUCK! I'M OUTMATCHED!" she screamed, resolve breaking. The crowd thundered approval.
Korra lifted her head, betrayed; she thought the crowd liked her, they used to cheer FOR her. She looked to the stands behind her corner, hoping to see Mako and Bolin, to get SOME kind of support, but the two brothers were covering their eyes, trying not to be seen or associated with the spectacle. She was really ALONE.
Korra was kneeling, hair-yanked, tits swinging, thighs trembling so hard they quaked and wobbled. Sweat rolled down her brown skin, catching the lights like she was oiled up for a spectacle she hadn't agreed to, but was somehow built for.
Han hauled her up by the ponytail again, making her gasp and arch. Her ass shot backward, huge and round and involuntarily offering itself up, and wobbling/
The announcer leaned so far over his booth he was practically drooling into his microphone.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN - that's KORRA THE AVATAR! LOOK AT THAT PRIME, THICK-AS-METAL-BENDING ASS!"
The audience roared.
Korra wheezed, trying to pull her hair back from Han's grip. "Han - OKAY, you fucking win! You win, you dick!
Han didn't answer.
He just dragged her hips higher until her massive ass was fully arched, cheeks spread by his thumbs, her pussy slick, glistening, dripping in a way she absolutely refused to think about.
"Hey! HEY - don't you look at me like that!" she barked at the crowd, her boy shaking, which in turn looked like she was enticing the crowd. "I'm still in control, I'm-!"
Korra managed to turn her neck enough to look back at Han, and noticed something - his cock was out. Large like the rest of him, and hard as steel.
Han lined himself up behind her.
Korra froze.
"Han," she growled, trembling with the effort of pretending she wasn't shaking. "I-I'm warning you - don't you—AAAH—!"
Han thrust into her in one brutal, floor-shaking motion.
Korra's scream ripped through the arena - part shock, part outrage, it was the biggest cock she had taken in a while.
Her tits slapped the ring
Her ass recoiled and clapped back against his hips with a filthy SLAP-PLAP-PLAP.
The announcer practically moaned into the mic.
"OH SWEET SPIRITS, FOLKS, HAN JUST PARKED A WHOLE DAMN SKY-BISON IN HER STABLE! LOOK AT THOSE CHEEKS REACT! IT'S OFF THE RICHTER SCALE!"
Korra buried her face into the ground, teeth clenched, as Han began pounding her hard enough to shift her forward an inch with every thrust.
She tried to snarl, but it came out sounding like a whine.
"Ghh - Han-stop…f-fuck - stop doing that!"
Han pulled her hair, forcing her head up and arching her deeper onto him. Korra just let out a whorish moan.
Her ass shook violently with every slam.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Han's hips met her ass with obscene, smacking force, her thick cheeks rippling in waves. Korra's voice cracked into high, involuntary moans.
"NoNONO -don't - ah - ah gods!"
This was so unfair. She was the Avatar. She didn't think any of the past Avatars had to put up with this.
"KORRA IS GETTING POUNDED LIKE THE CITY TAX LEDGER! LOOK AT THAT ASS DRIBBLING ON HIS HIPS. LIKE MEAT AGAINST A DRUM, FOLKS! A MASTERCLASS IN RAW, UNFILTERED DOMINANCE, SHOWING THAT REAL TAIHUA SPIRIT!"
Han didn't even break rhythm.
"Yield again," he said calmly, still fucking her.
Korra shook her head wildly. "NoNONO! I'm the Avatar I don't - AH FUCK!
Han hammered into her.
Her whole ass rippled. Her tits swung.
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-
Korra's cry turned into a pathetic, throaty babble.
Han leaned over her, voice in her ear. "Say it."
Korra shook her head desperately, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. Han's thrusts turned savage, punishing, relentless.
It was inevitable. She cracked.
"I'M A LOSER!" she wailed. "A BIG TITTED, FAT ASSED, FOUL MOUTHED, SOUTHERN TRIBE LOSERRRRR!"
The announcer shouted over her:
"OOOOH BABY, SHE IS TALKING IN TONGUES! WONDER WHAT HER PAST LIVES WOUL HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS?"
They were also covering their eyes in shame.
Her ass started throwing back on its own.
Big, heavy, instinctive.
The moment Korra realized, she screamed in horror:
"NONONO! STOP WATCHING - IT'S NOT - AH - IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE!"
It absolutely was.
Her huge cheeks clapped back against Han's hips with lewd, wet PLAP-CLAAP-PLAP sounds that echoed through the stadium.
Han grabbed her hips, widening her stance, so her ass had even more recoil.
Korra SHRIEKED — not in pain, not even in anger, but pure overwhelmed sensory overload.
Han fucked her so hard she couldn't push words out. Her voice broke into a slurry of incoherent moans and whimpers.
"Ah - gnn ahh hah - Han - guhah -AHH!"
Her back arched involuntarily.
Her pussy clenched.
Her face flushed dark, sweat dripping off her chin.
The announcer leaned into the mic like he was narrating a holy event.
"WE ARE WITNESSING A HISTORIC BEATING, FOLKS! EVERYONE, GET OUT YOUR CAMERAS. YOU'LL WANT TO REMEMBER THIS DAY!"
Everyone was way ahead of him, documenting the moment from all angles. Han finally slammed in deep - one brutal, shaking thrust, and Korra howled like she'd been electrocuted.
Her whole body convulsed as she came hard, wet, uncontrolled, hips jerking wildly.
Han finished inside her, grip firm on her waist. A heavy, thick load that only a farm fed son of the Earth Kingdom could produce
Korra collapsed instantly, going limp
Face down. Ass up. Legs twitching. Drooling.
Babbling incoherently into the ring.
Han pulled out slowly, cum leaking from Korra's used cunt as he did.
Korra whimpered.
The announcer practically sang:
"AND SHE IS DOWN, LADIES AND GENTS! THE AVATAR IS DOWN AND OUT, WRECKED, USED, AND TOTALLY OBLITERATED! GIVE IT UP FOR THE NEW CHAMP OF EMBARRASSING THE FUCK OUT OF OUR GOLDEN GIRL - HAN THE DESTROYER!!"
The crowd roared in approval.
Han, ever humble, just gave everyone a polite bow.