The End Never Comes Softly (Legend of Korra, futa on futa, bondage)

Story by Kuroshio

Written for the 2nd Non-Annual Story contest here on FP. It won, but it never had its own thread, so I'm thinking a lot of people missed it since then. Legend of Korra fan fiction taking place a few months after the series end. Contains futa on futa, futa on female, bondage, mildly dark tone, rough sex, prostitution, non-sexual violence, brief psuedo-bestiality, dubcon

Korra felt the danger before she knew it was present.

It came as a sudden, intense foreboding that accelerated the beating of her heart and sent her real senses into overdrive, eyes scanning and ears perking up. Even her mouth opened slightly to taste for the sort of subtle shift in air that would mark an impending air bender ambush. The last was only a short time before a decidedly obsolete reaction, but in this instance it saved her life. Stray bits of dirt from the ground swirled into her mouth as the wind under her feet shifted and the Avatar’s body reacted instantly, without conscious thought from Korra herself.

A tenth of a second later, the whirlwind developed in the space Korra would have been occupied had she not flipped to the side. It was Zaheer, the Red Lotus’ leader who’d recently developed airbending as a result of linking the physical world with the spirit world and he wasn’t just putting on an air show. Never one to depend on everything going as planned, he was already sailing through the air, coming down with one foot extended, aimed squarely at Korra’s head as she planted her feet.

Dodging the follow-up attack was tougher than the first and his foot actually scraped by her cheek, leaving a red abrasion to mark its path. Korra rolled her head just in the nick of time though and avoided taking the brunt of the blow, reversing her stance and laying into the side of Zaheer’s face with a jab-cross-hook combination, followed up by rising earth under his feet to keep his weight off-balance. Zaheer took the punches and but rolled as the ground under his feet lifted upwards, tucking himself into a ball and emerging in a wide set fighting stance. He knew the Avatar’s aggressive, physical fighting style well though and just as Korra was moving in to continue her furious assault with a pair of firebending-enhanced fists, an unseen foot connected with the side of her head, sending her sideways into a fist augmented by iron wind, smashing into her face hard enough she saw stars.

With blurred vision, her defense against physical strikes was compromised and so Korra scrambled back to create space between herself and her opponent’s superior reach. However in doing so she forgot about the most dangerous weapon in Zaheer’s arsenal, his airbending creating a swirling gust of air that settled around her head while she recovered from the physical blows. The Avatar didn’t realize it was happening until she tried to gulp down air and none entered her lungs, causing a second intake, to the same result. She recognized the danger she was in, but too late to effect a defense of her own.

Korra sank to her knees as the airbending attack intensified, no longer merely denying her air, but actively robbing her of what little remained in her lungs. Zaheer approached calmly, towering over her as the edge of her vision receded, color draining from her sight, “And now Avatar, your reign comes to an end…”

The Avatar’s eyes flew open as she bolted upright, reaching for her throat. Her breathing came in the raggedly powerful inhaling characteristic of a drowning man who’d just broken the surface. Within her chest, her heart had gone into overdrive, feeling as if it would burst through her chest with every beat. She gasped loudly, taking in air in huge gulps, her skin covered with sweat as she realized her surroundings were unfamiliar. Rather than a dusty desert pass, she was in a dark room with nary a sound, sheets and blankets piled up next to her. The cool air passed calmly over the beads of perspiration rolling off her body in gentle rivulets, chilling her slightly and raising goosebumps along her smooth, brown flesh. Korra covered her eyes with one hand, “Calm down and breathe, calm down and breathe,” repeating the mantra to herself as if in a trance, slowly collecting herself and regaining her composure.

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually she had herself back under control, breathing normally through her nose, slowing her racing heart and wiping the excess sweat off her face. That was when she noticed the subtle shifting next to her, a warm body piled under the covers like a badgermole. She briefly tried to recall who it was; her brain continued to its refusal to recognize the room and Korra couldn’t remember who she’d gone home with. She was afraid to pull back the covers, fearing what she might find, what she might remember of the previous night.

While it should have been her girlfriend of the past year and owner of Future Industries, Asami Sa

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