Chapter 23 - The Invasions

While Korra slept off her latest gangbang at the hands, and cocks, of dark spirits, Unalaq made preparations. He and his children, Eska and Desna, hastily took a ship back to the Northern Water Tribe. They left a note.

Dear Korra

Please please please stop being a giant whore. It is literally causing dark spirits to fuck you, and gradually fuck the entire world.

Look at the state of society. Lewd behavior is everywhere. This must be because of dark spirits. You must resist their influence!

We are returning with reinforcements to help you on your spiritual journey. Stay strong.

-Unalaq

Korra tried to stay strong. The problem was, the dark spirits stayed hard. Every day, the air was thicker with them. She could barely go outside without getting fucked in the ass. 

It wasn’t just spirit monsters with giant dicks. There were female ones that groped her, squeezed her, fingered her and licked her until her eyes were rolling back in her head and her toes curled so hard that she nearly broke her feet.

Of course, there were also the tentacle spirits. These ones didn’t mess around. Korra could barely get out a “I’m the Avatar, and I’m going to kick your ass!” before they were shoving so much spirit tentacle up her cunt and ass and down her throat that she could feel the tentacles sliding past each other inside her body.

Luckily, her family was supportive. Senna held her hair back while Korra puked out mounds of cum onto the snow. Her dad went hunting for lots of meat so Korra could eat a high-protein diet to counteract all the protein being pumped into her.

One night, after a particularly brutal fucking in which tentacles had stuffed her like a turkey, and she’d been left covered in so much cum that froze to the ground by the time someone found her that it looked like Korra’s body had simply turned the snow to jizz, Korra lay in bed, wondering if she really had what it took to be the Avatar.

“Sweetie?” Senna came into her room. “Are you feeling alright?”

Korra shrugged like a moody teenager. Senna came over and sat on her bed. 

“Want to fuck?” Korra asked.

“You can’t avoid talking to your mother by having sex with her,” Senna said sternly. “What’s wrong?”

“Uncle Unalaq said that he used to have a crush on you,” Korra said. “Is that true?”

“Yes, he wanted to get all up in me, but I ended up marrying your father instead.”

“Why didn’t you all fuck each other?” Korra asked in confusion.

Senna stroked her hair in a motherly way. “Some problems can’t be solved by sex, honey.”

Korra was even more confused. “But I’m the Avatar. I’m supposed to bring balance with sex.”

“Then maybe to figure things out, you’re going to have to have sex with yourself.”

“Do you mean I should masturbate?”

“Listen to your heart, Korra.”

Korra put a hand over her breast. “You mean masturbate with my nipples?”

Senna sighed. “I know you’ll figure it out in the end. Just know that I always love you.”

“I love you too, Mom. Want to fuck now?”

Korra did nasty things with her mom that night. When she dreamed, she saw a shining blue woman come to the bed and crawl on top of her. Before Korra could ask who she was, she woke up.

It had been one month since Unalaq left and said he was coming back with reinforcements. Korra got out of bed, had breakfast, and went outside to see if any ships had come from the Northern Water Tribe. She tried to sprint to the harbor so the dark spirits wouldn’t catch her, but that had the unfortunate effect of her being caught at the harbor itself. The entire Southern Water Tribe got front-row seats to the Avatar’s daily ravaging.

“Fucker!” Korra growled. The dark spirit quickly caught her in its pulsating purple-black tentacles, the long limbs coiling around her arms and legs, holding her up in the air. The dark spirit had a sort of animal theme to its appearance, like it was a giant evil gorilla that was also made of tentacles and wanted to fucky busty fighter chicks. Korra could feel the darkness radiating off of it, threatening to corrupt her pure spirit, and the malevolence with which it pursued her.

“You’re not going to fuck me this time!” Korra said. These proved to be famous last words. The dark spirit shredded her clothes, exposing her stacked body to the crowd, who were gasping in horror and trying to figure out how to help. Though a few were taking bets on which hole she’d be penetrated in first.

The winner turned out to be someone who put fifty yuan on the Avatar taking it up her thick brown ass, as Korra was turned upside-down in the air, her legs pulled spread-eagle, so that a tentacle could be rammed down her butt to gut-punch her from the inside. Korra made a noise like a yak having an enema. 

Why can’t I win? Korra thought desperately, while on the outside she went “NONONOFUCKNO GGGUUUGH AGH-AGH-AGH MLLOOOOORRMMMGPHLPH!” as more tentacles spread her ass wider so that a second thick spirit limb could sink into her ass and worm through her body to exit out her mouth and then nut all over her face with so much spirit jism that it looked like someone emptied an entire bottle of purpley-evil glue over her face.

I’m the Avatar, Korra told herself over and over again. I’m supposed to be the bridge between humans and spirits, not the bridge between spirit cocks and other spirit cocks. What am I doing wrong? I’ve tried meditating. I’ve tried fucking the biggest dildos I can find. What else can I possibly do?

She tried to reach out to the spirit with her mind. Maybe she could contact it on a spiritual level. Did it work? The spirit began packing her cunt full of tentacle dick, so maybe not.

Korra tried to center herself. It was hard to do breathing exercises with her mouth stuffed and her nostrils clogged with jizz, but she did her best. Maybe she could find inner peace, and that would negate what the spirit was doing to her insides. Maybe she could turn all of the cum filling her gut and womb into a source of spiritual energy.

Korra closed her eyes, which were glued shut by spirit splooge a moment later, and concentrated.

Feel….

Feel the tentacles….

Feel them pounding in your cunt and ass. Feel them ravage your throat and slap your tits and spank your ass. Feel them thread through your fingers and toes, feel them grab and squeeze and contort your body. Feel helpless, powerless, out of control, nothing but a living cumbag for these dark monsters. 

Feel how good it feels to be their slut. Feel like yourself because you’re being owned, wrecked, used. Feel how easy it would be to give in. Feel yourself becoming one with the darkness. Feel yourself fall.

Korra’s body trembled with a helpless, silent orgasm around all of the tentacles in and on her.

Feel yourself just let go.

Korra came again as several gallons of evil, corruptive spiritual ballbatter filled her body to the point where she was 70% ghost cum instead of 70% water.

There was nothing she could do. She was lost. 

Suddenly golden light pierced the darkness. Korra felt herself falling to the ground, landing in a soft pool of cum from all of the splooge that had spilled out of her ass and throat in the brief moments when one tentacle was pulling out of her so that another could slide in. Blinking the heavy puddles of spunk from her eyelashes, she could make out the sight of dozens of Northern Water Tribe ships arriving in the harbor, and Uncle Unalaq bending the spirit away.

“Thank…fuck,” Korra moaned softly, and passed out.



Asami addressed the corporate board from the head of the table, doing her best to not seem nervous at all.

“Thank you for coming today,” she said. “As you know, Future industries is still struggling to recover from the untimely loss of my father and the fact that most of our funds were being spent on creating weapons to take over Republic City. To become profitable, we need new inventions. We need to bring Future Industries into the future.”

Asami dimmed the lights, rolled down the screen and turned on the projector. “I present to you Future Industries’ next product: pornography!”

The movie began playing. All of the board members watched what was happening on screen.

“Oh no!” said Ginger, playing her usual role, that of a beautiful redhead in a too-tight dress. “I’ve gotten stuck while drying my husband’s clothes!” She had her ass pushed all the way out, bent over in front of the clothesline. It wasn’t clear what she was actually stuck on.

“Never fear, ma’am,” said a man with an incredibly porny mustache, stepping up behind her. “I can help you.”

“What are you doing, stepbrother?” Ginger asked curiously.

“To get you unstuck, we need to thrust you forward,” he explained. “From the ass direction.”

“But I’m married!”

“So am I.”

What happened next was twenty minutes of hardcore fucking. Ginger obviously wasn’t stuck, and no explanation was given for how she was able to turn around and start sucking his dick around the halfway point. In fact, the clothes she had been cleaning got even dirtier when he made her squirt all over them.

The film ended with Ginger staring up at the camera from her knees, taking a facial. It was Republic City’s very first money shot. Asami got up and switched off the projector and turned on the lights. “What do you all think?”

The board members looked at each other. “What was she stuck on?” one asked.

“I didn’t understand the plot,” another said. “How did he expect to free her with coitus?”

“I’m curious about the backstory,” another one commented. “Who adopted them? They said they’re stepsiblings, but that plot element didn’t factor into the story later.”

“We can improve on the product,” Asami said. “I think the storylines won’t be the main selling point. People will watch it for the sex.”

“They would just want to watch sex and not have it?”

“Yes.”

“What about other opportunities?” a board member asked. “Maybe people would read porn.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Asami said. “People will totally read porn.”

“We’ll have to hire more actresses,” another board member said. “Only the prettiest girls in Republic City, of course.”

“We’ll provide valuable employment to many young women,” Asami said. “That will really improve our image after my father’s violent revolution.”

A board member thrust his finger into the air. “We must launch this product at once!”

But the launch did not go well. They set up a big screen in the center of the main public square in Republic City and showed all of the movies Ginger had made so far. In one film, she was a nurse. In another, she was a police officer. In a third, she was Avatar Korra herself, in a bad wig and incredibly offensive brownface, getting fucked by someone in a plastic Equalist mask.

Asami set up stalls to market the product and sell projectors so that people could watch smut at home, but to her surprise, people were furious.

“You’re blasting sex all over the city! I can hear her moaning from a mile away!”

“The acting is terrible! How does she keep getting stuck on things?”

“Hello, we’re the metalbenders. It’s a crime to impersonate a police officer, even for artistic reasons. We’ll have to confiscate all copies of that film.”

The launch was a complete disaster. Asami had invested millions of yuans into portable projectors and screens for the home, along with tons of promotion for Ginger and her well-filmed pussy, but she barely sold any. The most success she had was when homeless men would come up to one of the public screens and jerk off while Ginger got railed.

A month later, Asami was in her office, holding her beautiful head in her hands. How had it gone so wrong? She’d just wanted to get her company back on track and make products that improved people’s lives. She’d thought that pornography could help couples in the bedroom, and help spread sex education. Ginger was even scheduled to shoot a video called Putting a Condom on a Banana (And Then Sucking it). 

Future Industries was doing worse than ever. Not only had they lost big on the investment into the pornographic technology, but the city had fined them for obscenity. Asami had filed an appeal, but the response back from the President of Republic City was “Suck my dick, bitch.” He’d then pointed repeatedly at his crotch until Asami left the room in disgust.

It was hard being a woman in the boardroom. Asami knew she enjoyed a lot of privileges as the only daughter of the richest man in the city, but the truth was, men didn’t always respect her. She knew that they looked at her and only saw a pretty face. At least that was better than them looking at her and only seeing a piece of meat. And even that was better than them just looking at her breasts.

Where did the idea to base her entire company on porn even come from? It was so different from her normally sensible judgment that it was like spirits were whispering horny ideas in her ears while she slept. But that clearly wasn’t a thing. Was it? She wished she could ask Korra.

Asami wanted to make herself feel better by fucking Korra for a dozen sweaty hours, but her girlfriend was far away in the South Pole. She was probably having fun with her family and tribe and had forgotten all about her. 

Asami’s pity party came to an end when her door opened without a knock. Men in suits who she didn’t recognize came in.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “Where’s security?”

“We’re your new board,” the man in front said. 

“What are you talking about?”

“After your latest product failed spectacularly, the stock value of Future Industries hit a new low. There’s been a corporate takeover. We’re the majority shareholders now.”

“Well, I’m busy right now, so introductions will have to wait.”

“The good thing is, we’re all already acquainted with you,” he said. “And we have some ideas about how you can help this company recover its losses.”

“I’m all ears,” Asami said sarcastically.

“Oh, we’ll tell you about our plans during the upcoming shareholder meeting.”

“The what?”

“The shareholders, you know, the people you’ve been fucking. There’s going to be a meeting where they’re going to ask you questions, and you’re going to have to explain yourself.”

“I didn’t agree to that!”

“Well, it’s how companies work, so…see you then.”

The new board members left. Asami angrily regretted making fucking pornographic films the center of her business. She should have invested in written pornography sooner.