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Katara used waterbending to create some distance from Korra. Korra looked livid. She used airbending to shoot up out of the water and hover in the air again. Her fur pelt was falling apart and splitting off her hips. The air whipping around her dried her off immediately. Katara swam to a ladder hanging off the dock. “Here’s a new bikini for you!” Suki said, leaning over the railing on the still jostled cruise ship. She tossed a blue two piece bikini for her naked friend. Korra attempted to zap it out of the air. Her electricity charred and exploded the blue top. The bottoms made it to Katara and she slipped them on in the lake water before taking her first steps up the ladder. Katara blushed and thanked Suki for the attempt to help.
“All you can do is hope to tie me,” Korra said. “Are you too embarrassed to fight with powers naked?! I’ve got the better body, better strength, better balance, and better everything! Die in the water where you are!!” Korra sent lightning into the water. Katara got her legs out of the water and her feet up the ladder before she would be shocked. Korra’s fur skirt could not take the charge built up around Korra’s body and exploded in a comical puff of fluff.
“Cool it, bae!” Asami said, tossing her lover a pair of black pants and a blue crop top. “If you’re going to win, do it up on the platform.”
“IF?!” Korra scoffed. She caught the pants and let the top drop. Korra landed on the wooden dock. She put the black pants on. They fit her sexy body snug. Katara used bending to ride a wave of water up to the fighting platform. Korra flew up there. Both topless fighters were full of sweat and tired due to the Shadow Metal affecting them. Katara locked eyes with Korra, who refused such a soul searching gaze. Korra looked Katara up and down.
“Why put on clothes?” RoboMic whined and complained. “At least the titties are out, but still!”
“I will short circuit you with lake water if you don’t watch your mouth!” Katara shouted. She tried to cover up her boobs with her arms, shook her head and grunted. Katara’s long brown hair looked straight rather than wavy. She had a cute girl next door look and was sexy too. Her blue bikini bottoms clung to her ass cheeks in back. Katara looked at Korra, broke a smile, and laughed. Katara shrugged and said, “Maybe I do get self righteous and lecture people.”
“You sure do,” Korra said. The black haired vixen looked like a crossfit model. She had dark skin and blue eyes like Katara, but Korra had some serious musculature. Everything looked bigger on Korra; her breasts, her biceps, her butt, etc. Korra’s low hanging black pants and no panties highlighted cleavag lines, her pelvis, and booty humps. She had a six to eight pack of abs and she puffed out her massive chest with pride. Korra added, “If we bend again, I’m going to have to kill you to win.”
“You’re not thinking clearly,” Katara said. “We could easily tie again. Aang always took pride in never killing anyone, even though he was a little naive about soldiers surviving some things. … I think seeing Azula was good for you. You saw what happened to Kuvira too. Stay on the right path. Don’t be tempted by all this glory and the serum rewards to lose yourself to lust and violence. I’ll give you a pass since we all have to adjust to the serum.”
“Spare me,” Korra said, waving a hand. “I get it. Fine. Whatever. Let’s just fight to the finish then with our bare hands and martial arts. I won’t bend if you won’t; unless you’re scared.”
“I don’t fear you,” Katara said. “I only fear that you may lose yourself if I fail to defeat you, so I won’t lose. I can agree to those terms.”
“You’ll lose!” Korra said, charging Katara. The topless model in the black pants almost caught Katara in the nose with a straight jab right away. Katara deflected the punch. Korra kneed Katara in the belly. Katara’s slender tummy and curvy body looked very vulnerable to physical attacks. The bikini model pinched Korra’s shoulder in a pressure point. Korra’s brows furrowed. She grabbed and yanked Katara’s hair and slugged her rival in the mouth. Red specks flecked off Katara’s lips. A clump of her hair came out in Korra’s hands. Katara landed on her back on the metal platform as most of the blue padding had been destroyed in Round One. Clunk!
“I don’t know why Katara has to be a bee— and act like I’m the bad guy!” RoboMic complained. He stopped himself from calling Katara a bitch as he had a healthy fear of her now. He added, “I can be all about love too! I wanna see hot chicks love each other as well as fight each other! It’s not my fault that women don’t love fat dudes like me more than Chads like the Healers. And now that I’m a cyborg, kinky freaky chicks will be into me momentarily, but I’m like a circus show! And I don’t care! As long as I get some!”
Korra tried to smash her knee down over Katara’s neck. The Southern Water Tribe lass rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding Korra’s strike. Korra’s knee hit the metal. She scrunched her nose and rose. RoboMic’s rambling made Korra think about how horny she was. Her tits jiggled. Her pants were tight enough to rub and tease her clit. The pants were a plus so Korra wouldn’t be too tempted to have victory sex, penetrating a defeated Katara. Katara looked too much like Korra anyway. Asami on the other hand… Korra broke out in a sweat and blushed, just thinking of her lover and all they’d been through together. There were ups and downs and disagreements, but their love and connection always held true, and was better than anything Korra had ever had with anyone else. She punched away Katara’s blocking hands, kicked Katara in the ankle, and then buckled Katara with a punch to the stomach.
With a pained grunt, Katara wrapped her arms around Korra. Chest to chest, Katara’s matronly bosoms swelled. Korra kneed Katara in the crotch and then the belly. Korra swung her rack back and forth to dominate Katara in a titfight. She pinched Katara’s hiney and swatted that ass. Katara tried to grab Korra’s hands. Korra rammed her breasts into Katara’s supple orbs. Katara shouted, “You think about sex too much, RoboMic! You must have balance and other positive things in your life! There is so much more to life than just sex!”
“You’re gonna lecture him while I’m kicking your ass and about to win?” Korra asked. She headbutted Katara. Crimson dribbled from Katara’s nose. Katara yelped and held her schnoz. Korra slugged Katara in the stomach. Katara gasped. Korra kicked Katara in the spine. The busty woman’s chest jumped. Korra rattled Katara with a right hook. Blood sprayed from Katara’s mouth and she fell over onto her side. Korra wasted no time kicking Katara in the tummy. Katara rolled over, flopping and flailing. Her pain was definitely being sexualized by the cameras and most fans.
“It’s not over ‘til it’s over!” Katara said, leaning up to grab Korra’s leg. Korra rammed her patella into Katara’s cheek. Katara pulled Korra down by the wrist. Korra landed an elbow across Katara’s throat. The more fit and bigger broad smashed her large jugs into Katara’s perky tits. Korra’s knee pressed into Katara’s crotch. Then Korra moved her knee up into Katara’s gut. Katara gasped and elbowed Korra in the temple.
Things looked bleak for Katara. Korra put her hands around Katara’s neck to throttle and strangle her. If Katara could get Korra to bend, then she could bend. Katara didn’t want to be the first to break the terms of the round. That wouldn’t be right. Katara didn’t want to do anything too sexual in the way of fighting like giving Korra titty twisters or kissing her. Katara’s hands clutched at the ripped padding. She got a handful of it, and thought of Sokka fighting Piandao. Katara tossed the padding at Korra’s face and shoved some into Korra’s mouth. Korra immediately used firebending to burn the offensive substance and spit it out. Katara wrestled Korra off. The two topless knockouts got to their feet with Korra wiping her eyes.
“That was cheap!” Korra said.
“You strike between the legs,” Katara said, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t become what you hated and lecture me.” Katara grinned.
“What are you smiling about?” Korra asked. She cocked back a punch. SNAP! Korra’s arm broke and hung limp at her side. The busty and buff waifu looked shocked. Her arm was bleeding and broken. Rather than realizing that Katara was going to use some nasty bloodbending, Korra tried to throw another punch. CRACK! Korra’s other arm folded in upon itself. She still managed to throw the limb out. Her elbow bone pierced the skin. Katara didn’t wave her arms or anything with this bloodbending. Her eyes looked a little red as she forced Korra to her knees. Korra screamed in anger with her ruined arms dangling worthlessly at her sides and bumping her big succulent sideboobs.
“Cheer up, Korra,” Katara said. “A friend could teach another friend something like bloodbending.” Korra shivered and sneered. She tried to resist bowing her head as Katara was forcing her to be submissive and have her head down.
“That’s sick!” Korra shouted. “This is wrong!”
“You’re right,” Katara said. “I don’t want to teach anyone bloodbending.”
“You think you can take my powers like Amon?!” Korra shouted. “I’m going into the Avatar State and kicking your ass for this!!” Korra’s blue eyes rolled back in her head. White light shot from her eye sockets light flashlight strobes. Katara made Korra’s toes clench the blue padded mat so that Korra could not levitate in the air. Korra’s eyes returned to normal as Katara began to use her powers for good. She healed Korra’s arms, and Korra was so confused. It showed all over her paling face.
“Waterbending can attack and heal,” Katara said. “So can bloodbending I suppose. I’m done fighting you, Korra. You’ve got a lot to learn, and so do I. Good fight.”
“It’s NOT OVER!” Korra roared, but her feet and legs moved on their own. Korra tried to grab her leg as it moved forward and walked her towards the edge. Korra punched her own thigh. Katara karate chopped Korra in the chest. She hit a pressure point behind Korra’s ears and at the back of Korra’s head under the ponytail. That, coupled with the bloodbending showed a rag dolled topless Avatar walking off the ledge. Korra didn’t even make a sound with her head dropped low as she plummeted off the side of the fighting area. Her body flipped forward and Katara used waterbending to catch Korra in the water so she wouldn’t belly flop painfully.
“It is over!” the Critic said. “Katara wins 2-1! Katara is your Waifu Tournament #2 Champ!” Fans and spectators cheered. Katara grinned and cannonballed into the water below to splash Korra. Korra looked like a cat with her ears back. She was a little shaken from the spell of the bloodbending and frowned even as Katara hugged her. It wasn’t until Asami jumped into the water and gave Korra a back rub, that Korra looked to lighten up a little.
“I won’t say anything else,” Katara said to Korra, trying not to smile too large.
“As long as you admit you’ve got things to learn too,” Korra said. She couldn’t keep frowning. Ty Lee and other waifus jumped into the water too. If it was a bout of splashing, Korra would bend the water and make waves! It looked like a bunch of kids having fun in the water, unless you noticed how mature the women and healer men were. They all had ideal bodies.
“All’s well that ends well,” the Shadow said. “It’s good to see Katara and Korra getting along. That was a fantastic championship match! We didn’t do this for the last Tournament, but there is a lot of interest in a third place fight, so we will have Kate fight Hitomi.” Fans loved this idea.
“No powers in that fight obviously,” the Critic said, “but it ought to be a good one. We can now release Plue’s bracket. It was one hundred percent correct again. Lucy and the Fairy Tail girls will bring in a nice haul due to that! Congrats to them!”
“Plue didn’t predict the third place fight,” RoboMic said. “He doesn’t know everything!”
“Why don’t you predict it then,” The Critic said, holding his tongue about telling RoboMic how stupid he was.
“Well, they’re both hot,” RoboMic said. “Neither is blonde. Hitomi sometimes dyes her hair, so that would give her the edge, or give her the edge for me to want to see her lose. … Plue picked things with his nose. … I never smelled either one of them really. I guess I can’t pick until I smell them!” The Critic shook his head. There was going to be plenty of celebration after this fight, and the Critic hoped there would be good vibes for the Third Place Match as well. It definitely wouldn’t start off with anything other than determination and malice though.
