You make your way down slowly, having to hang down from each step. The stairs, you note, are a polished black. It will be hard for Korra to find you. Eventually you make it to the garage. In front of you there is a motorcycle. You recognize that as belonging to Asami Sato. You toy with the idea of getting on the seat, but decide against it. What if Asami comes for a ride. You're certain there would be nowhere to run, and being under Asami's butt for who knows how long would not be good for you. You hear in the back a snoring sound. That must be Naga, Korra's polar bear-dog. Her sense of smell would probably find you, and what guarantee would you have that Naga wouldn't eat you?
In the middle of the room, something catches your eye. It is a black and silver satomobile with two rows of red velvet seats. Perfect. You climb on in the driver's seat. There is something nagging in the back of your head, saying that you should remember who owns the car, but you ignore it. Then you hear the footsteps. Getting louder. Panicking, you assess your hiding spots. Too late to climb up the backrest. Down where the pedals are? A misplaced foot would spell death. Finally, you hide between the seat and the backrest. That's when three things came to you.
First, headbangingly, the car was owned by Asami Sato, and only Asami could drive it. Second, there were TWO sets of footsteps--Asami and someone else. The third thing made the need for a second person clear; you were on Airbender Island, and Asami never drove on the Island. This meant Asami was going to drive off-island, and to get there she needed a bender. Lifting a car across the water would be incredibly hard for anyone, and therefore not available for whatever mundane reason this drive was. Driving ON water was slightly easier, but would require a master waterbender, which meant the passenger was--
"Ready to go get the groceries?" said Asami, sitting at the wheel.
(Sigh) "I guess."
"What's wrong? I mean, you've been kinda put off all morning."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." said Korra, sitting in the passenger with a small chuckle.
You could only stare as Korra's butt came to rest just inches from your head. Part of it was because you weren't sure if now was a good time to move. Part of it was because Asami's giant butt covered most of your body. You looked at what you could see of Asami--namely, her backside. Asami was wearing the normal black-and-red jacket you had always seen her with. Her stunningly crimson pants were slowly eclipsing your view of Korra. Then you hear rumbling purr of an engine starting to move and a muffled Korra say, "Look out, it's gonna get bumpy."
Bumpy was an understatement. You popped out from under Asami's seat and bounced around the car before eventually stopping on... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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