Thread: Legend of Korra, Book 2: Spores (Mystearica x darkest_fate)

Republic City was an industrial edifice in a magical world. Mechanical marvels were an everyday occurrence as cars rolled along streets, airships blotted out the sun at least once day, and the wheels of innovation turned in every factory that called Republic City home. But there was life yet -- in parks, in potted plants on window sills, in every florist's shop life bloomed in a rainbow of petals. Under the smog that set the sky ablaze with every sunset, flowers bloomed... and with them, light green spores were released in the gentlest puffs, carried along by the wind... Six months had passed since the threat of the Equalists had been culled. No more Tarrlok, no more Amon... but there were changes afoot throughout the city. Mako had become a police officer, Bolin still tried to keep the Fire Ferrets afloat, Asami was at the head of a hemorrhaging business... and Korra? Korra was an airbender. And most of all, they never got to see each other. The Sato family estate -- or what was left of it after Hiroshi's arrest -- was alive for the first time in what seemed like forever. They were out in the gardens and... A paving stone whistled high into the air as Korra's hand flew up. Alright guys, watch... this! the Avatar shouted as she moved almost hypnotically, arms rotating in spirals as wind gathered before her, a cushion of air that would have been unseen but for the light green flecks that were kicked up from the bushes. Keep yours eyes on it, Korra whispered as the stone hurtled down toward her, that little vortex cushion spinning faster and faster... The stone landed on it, rotating around and around quickly as she maintained the pressure, and suddenly.... it went zipping off, the gust of wind setting it soaring through the air like a pneumatic cannon, going quite literally as fast as the wind. Just a little something I picked up from the... the kids, Korra said as her nostrils flared, taking in those little green flecks. Her body felt... odd. It had been for a little while that day. A burning sensation had settled in the pit of her stomach, something she had tried to suppress with a little bit of physical exercise. Unsuccessfully, it seemed. Ah, hey, Korra said, fidgeting just slightly. I'll be... right back, she called, as she jogged off out of the gardens and into the estate in a hurry. The bathroom door shut behind her -- slammed, really -- as she fled into it, Korra's sun-kissed hand smacking down hard against the white porcelain, nails digging into it as her knees buckled. Nngh... not now, she moaned softly, one hand tugging at the ties on her pants before slipping down past the coarse material. It happened more often than she'd like, but something was... different about today. More than once she'd sequestered herself in the locker room, or her quarters or up on some high roof where she could get a little bit of... release. It NEVER came on this strong, though. Lips parted with a gasp as her hand found her sopping sex, calloused finger seeking out her clit and stimulating the little bundle of nerves as fast and as hard as she could, her breaths coming shallow and sharp as she pawed at her chest through her shirt. Just... just get off and get back out there, lie about something you ate, that always works, she kept telling herself as she stimulated herself, half leaned over the counter.