Stronger Than a Rock! |
Welcome all and one, to me and myself and Pabu! I am, of course, the legendary earth-bender of the Fire Ferrets. Sister to Mako, my moody older brother that bends fire like no other. Friends to the amazing Asami Sato and Korra the Avatar, I'd like to say that I am pretty amazing. ((indie RP blog of genderbent Bolin, tracking femalebo)) |
Yura had never been naked in front of anyone beside a older nurse who always helped when she fell ill. Opening a locker she placed the bag inside, before quickly undoing her bindings exposing her small breasts to the cool air. A small scar was visible from the earlier injury. Her pants fell shortly after the bindings, with nothing covering her beneath them. Hips slightly wider than the rest of her petite frame and muscular legs, the best attributes in her mind. ” I suppose we are.” Was her simple reply, as she shoved the dirty, sweaty clothes in into the bottom of her locker.
She turned to Yura, raven black eyebrow turning to her hairline as she looked the smaller woman over. “Hot water?” The Earth-Bender went over the Water-Bender, pale fingers going up and tapping the other woman’s nose softly. Bolin’s larger breasts were resting on top of Yura’s, pink nipples against the darker and smaller breasts. She took no notice of the feeling, tapping Yura’s nose again.
“We, like soldiers, make do with only cold water!” She took up a stance of attention, saluting Yura and laughing softly. “But there is some hot water, for a few minutes at least.”
With that, the Earth-Bender turned and went into the showers, slipping into a stall and sliding off her underwear. There was no curtain or door to the stall, and Bolin’s back was to Yura. Even her ass was pale flesh.
(Source: female-bo)
Yura looked down at herself, realizing she looked worse than she felt. Dingy bindings and tattered pants. “I suppose a shower and change of clothes is in order.” She said softly.
The female locker rooms of the Pro-Bending arena were a few rows of grey metal lockers and pale yellow benches beside them. Bolin held onto Yura’s hand, pressing the darker skinned fingers between her pale and spinning her into the silent and empty room. “You can leave your bag anywhere you want, Ms. Water-Bending ma’am.” She was smiling, going to a row of lockers and throwing one open, shoving the white sack in. “No one will bother stealing anything, I am not even sure if there is anyone else but us in the building.”
Bolin stood in front of a locker, looking over Yura’s petite body and briefly imaging her naked. “I have no intent to,” was the Earth-Bender’s soft whisper. “I am a gentleman, through and through.”
She clasped the edge of her white t-shirt, pulling up the sweaty fabric and throwing it into the bottom of her locker. There were muscles along her arms, down her back. Bolin’s stomach was flat, her breasts uncovered and bare on the tip of her rib-cage, two medium sized lumps tipped in pink nipples. “Anyways, doll-face,” the Earth-Bender mused a loud. “We’re all women here.”
Pale fingers worked with the stringed knots of her cotton pants, pulling them down to show off pale green boxers that clasped thick thighs. “Towels are somewhere, if they’re clean.”
(Source: female-bo)
They’re eyes met and she could see how green they truly were, more vibrant than emeralds. “I-I’m fine. So….”
What am I doing now? Spirits help me.
The other woman’s obvious discomfort was lost on the shameless Bolin, who raised an eyebrow up to her hairline while her red lips pulled up into a smile. “Noodles? Who is not hungry for noodles all the time?!” She ran a hand through her sweat slicked and drying hair, finally catching the smell that hung around her clothes and skin. The Earth-Bender smelled like her work, the dust of earth and the hard and somehow sweet scent of sweat and the deeper crusts of rock. “Think I’d need to shower before going in to public though, Fun-Size.”
She grabbed the bag left in a corner, a small white cloth sack that held another change of pants and vest-like shirt. There were no shoes, something Bolin had forgotten in her haste to leave the Air Temple. “You need a shower as well, Yura? The locker rooms have shower stalls that are pretty clean.”
Her lips pulled into a smile. “Single-person, don’t worry. You’ll have some privacy.” Bolin stood to the door-way, holding a pale arm out as though she was offering to direct Yura or take her there herself. Green eyes were open, wide and with lips curling into a large grin.
(Source: female-bo)
Yura watched Bolin for a moment before being swept into the air, she winced a bit but tried not to rain on the earthbender’s parade. The mention of Amon made her stiffen a little. Even if had been defeated, the name made her uncomfortable.
The lip healed, stitched together by water that was bent from Yura’s hands. Bolin’s nose crinkled at the feeling, her eyebrows coming together and meeting as she gave a low gasp of surprise. She had had Korra heal her once before on a wounded shoulder, but something as small and intimate as a lip felt more… personal. The Earth-Bender gave a wide grin to the smaller woman, biting her teeth into the newly healed bottom lip and letting it spring back into place with the gentle slide of her jaw.
“Why thank you,” she whispered softly and looked down to Yura’s avoiding eyes. “I think I could put up a good fight no matter where, whatever time.” A blush rose to her cheeks at the light compliment somehow different from all the others. “Oh, I highly doubt my appearance can be marred by anything.” The Earth-Bender joked lightly, leaning to the side to catch the Water-Bender’s eyes. “You alright there?”
(Source: female-bo)
“I’m no master, but I had to learn.” She tried to sit up, struggling a bit. Just happy the pain was starting to subside. “Because you’re…?” She wondered what Bolin was going to say and why the thought wasn’t finished. ..
The Earth-Bender placed on Yura’s back, helping the other woman straighten herself before pulling away. Her smile was open now, lips spread over teeth and a small smear of blood over her bottom lip. “I am Bolin, isn’t that amazing enough?” She was quiet, near the end of her words.
A quick rush to her feet, sliding the bare skin against tiles, and Bolin was in the air in a jump. “Fire Ferrets win! Their names forever immortalized with the greatest of the greats!” Her hands slid around Yura’s waist, pinning the smaller woman’s arms to her sides as Bolin picked her up and held her against the sweat-stained t-shirt and cotton pants. “No one can defeat them,” the Earth-Bender announced in the same tone as the man who told the game as it was played.
She twirled around, the Water-Bender in her arms still. Despite not being the tallest woman around, Bolin still held Yura against her easily, not seeming to care that she had only met this woman a fight before. “First the Championship, then Amon. I’d like to see anyone try to take us down.”
Gently, as if letting the bud of a flower alone to bloom, Bolin set Yura to the floor. “You may win the next round.” Her smile was wide, shoulders moving with her little gusts of laughter. “But I am going to put up a hell of a fight.”
(Source: female-bo)
Yura couldn’t even smile. The pain was far worse than she had anticipated. Not even the strength to pounce and pin the earthbender.
Good going….
]”That is really interesting, how you do that,” Bolin made a gesture to the slightly glowing water that laid over Yura’s wounds. “Are you a master of healing and needing to be healed yourself, Fun-Sized?” The concern was almost ripples in her voice, the light tone blending in easily as Bolin sat down next to Yura.
She picked at a loose thread in her cotton pants, unraveling it around her fingers in long tangled strands until her finger went a light blue color. “I think a lot of people underestimate me, because I’m…” The Earth-Bender cocked her goofy grin, red lips wide over pale white teeth. It was natural on her face. “But… I can put up a fight.”
There was more pride to the words than the fawning over herself, the boasts of self-confidence from before. “Earth is my element, Yura,” it was the first time she had said the Water-Bender’s name. Bolin decided that it felt good rolling on her tongue. Her name had to potential. It could become a friend’s name. Someone you could rely on. “I am pretty damn sure we wouldn’t be able to command earth if we weren’t stubborn asses in the process.”
At the mention of being victor, Bolin rose sweat-stained arms and let out a loud and joyful laugh. “Fire-Ferrets take the Championship!” She did not stand, remaining by Yura but kicked out her bare and dirty bottom feet. She did not look sheepish at her outburst and the earth that gave a small tremble from the stack of disks in the room.
(Source: female-bo)
Yura gasped in surprise. Struggling against the shackles to know avail. They weren’t going to budge and with her hands bound, this was going to be difficult. She’d only tried psychic waterbending on one other occasion and the ordeal took a lot out of her..
Maybe I could….
The petite woman looked as though she was trying to pull herself out of the earthen bonds. Bolin’s smile quickly dropped, her eyebrows coming together in a rough black huddle as guilt rose in her stomach like a fanged beast. Her hands dropped quickly, the will and stubbornness draining out of her as Yura struggled and swore.
“Hey, doll, you aren’t supposed to try to rip yourself out.” Guilt and her own pain rose up inside of her. For all the sparring matches, the Pro-Bending scrambles in and outside of the rink, the run ins with Equalists and gangs, Bolin still had no wish to cause pain.
She did not enjoy seeing others in it, her stomach and heart tightened whenever she caused others harm. The bonds over the Water-Bender’s ankles and hands slipped away into large cracks of earth, rolling lifelessly on each other on the floor.
“Do you need help?” The Earth-Bender walked forward, no tension in her body, no suspicion, only concern. Her pale and callused palm was held out to Yura, green eyes wide and raven hair still slicked with sweat.
(Source: female-bo)
Yura blinked in surprise bending backwards and resting her chest against the tiled floor. The smirk was gone replaced by irritation. It would take some time but she had to go with it. twirling her fingers she turned on the faucet and motioned it toward her earth covered feet. ….
Yura was close to the ground. Bolin smiled, rising an earthen wall for the ice shards to sink into with patters. At the same moment, her other fingers moved in a rapid fashioned, earthen shackles moving over Yura’s hands as braces and jerking her petite body to the tiled flooring. Lowering the stone wall, she moved the same braces over Yura’s ankles.
“Too close, doll.” The Earth-Bender moved forward and bent down, resting a chin on her hand and observed the trapped Yura. “Come on, Fun-Size. Hit me with your best shot.” She wiggled her shoulders, red lips wide open as the cocky attitude returned to her.
(Source: female-bo)
Yura let out a low growl, quickly rising and swiping water from the still full bucket, cooling the temperature to near freezing. The earthbender wanted a challenge and she was going to get one. ..
Bolin looked down to the water locks, tempted to call a fowl play as though this was a game of Pro-Bending. Her lips were pulled up into a large smile, dried blood curling over the specks remaining on her teeth. “Ooh, foot locks. Trying to keep me from moving, Fun-Size?” The Earth-Bender moved her hands quickly, a sharp slap of earth covering Yura’s feet as the Water-Bender had done to her while a large spike jutted and pushed over the woman’s bucket.
She was no longer afraid, mind working slowly as she touched her hands to the earth, vaguely feeling the woman’s bending of her element around Bolin’s pale feet. A large disk rose from a stack in the back of the room and went flying to Yura, a green disk of earth spinning over Bolin’s head to the other woman’s. She knew that the petite Water-Bender would dodge it, but it would buy time.
To think. To avoid thinking.
And fight.
(Source: female-bo)
Yura smirked. “Not bad. Better than before.” Standing back up the water looked at the wall to inspect the damage. ” I may not be an earthbender. But I’ve studied enough to know the basics. It can be applied to waterbending if one is creative enough….
Her hands curled back into fists, small tendrils of anger pushing away any remaining fear. “I don’t need you to teach me Earth-Bending,” for once, Bolin’s voice was deprived of the cheer. “Unless you happen to be the Avatar, which I know you are not, or be a relative of the Bei Fong family,” she glanced over the tiny woman’s darker skin and pretty yellow eyes. “Which I also highly doubt, I really don’t need you to teach me anything about my element.”
The Earth-Bender looked to the wall, then back to the small woman and put on a large smile. “I’d say it was good, but how would it go in a fight? You aren’t an Earth-Bender, Fun-Size. You need to be light on your feet, you don’t need the earth to keep you alive.”
She dropped into a low stance, elbows resting against her upper thighs and gave a small nod to Yura. “Come on then, doll. Try to come at me.” Her tone was light, eyes filled with excitement. “I want to see if we’re evenly matched.”
(Source: female-bo)
