The return of BIG PIMPIN'.
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tavalya_ra.
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“All right,” Sokka said, tugging on his miniskirt as if it would make it grow longer. “Why am I dressed like this again?”
Iroh calmly sipped his tea, then replied, “For the bitches to come, you must first understand the bitches, apprentice. This is to aid the process.”
“Or you’re just a weird, perverted old man,” Sokka grumbled. He noticed a large hole in his fishnet stockings. “Aw, man, I ripped them again!”
It was about this time that the remainder of the group returned. Sokka gaped while Iroh studied them. Katara had apparently commandeered the bright pink, eagle feather-adorned hat Aang had taken a fancy to. Many gaudy bracelets dangled from her wrists and large hoop earring weighed down her ears. Zuko looked equally absurd in his huge, floppy purple hat with a fluffy pink ostrich feather. He wore Katara’s heavy coat, with heavy gold chains around his neck. And then there was Aang. They didn’t have the heart to dress him up as a bitch proper, so instead his face was covered in heavy, garish makeup, which he kept trying to quietly wipe off. Zuko pulled his hat further down over his face at the sight of Sokka and muttered, “Oh, now what are they doing?”
“Just stick to the plan,” Katara replied. “They’ll see how silly all this is soon.”
“I like the hat, nephew,” the old firebender said, “but it’s a little warm out for the coat.”
The fire prince blinked. “Er, thank you. It’s my pimp hat,” he forced out. “Pimpin’ ain’t easy. Or something.”
“I’ll say,” Sokka agreed, adjusting his halter top. He bared his teeth at Katara and asked, “Do I have lipstick on my teeth?”
“No. No, you don’t,” the waterbender answered. “So, ah, where my bitches at?”
“I’m right here,” Aang answered. “Can I take this make-up off yet? I think it’s giving me a rash…”
The firebending master pimp went to the girl. “No, no, you must say it with confidence! Now do it like this!” He struck a pose and said proudly, “Where my bitches at?!”
“Where my bitches at?” the girl repeated with a little more force.
“Again!” Iroh commanded.
“Where my bitches at?!” Katara shouted.
“Good! One more time!”
“WHERE MY BITCHES AT?!”
Zuko took his hat off, plunked it on Sokka’s head, and shook his own head in disgust. “I knew this was doomed to failure.”
“That’s because…” Sokka began. He continued, in his best Iroh voice, “You do not understand the true spirit of pimping!”
Aang raised his hand. “Will I get my hat back when I understand the true spirit of pimping?”
The three turned to look at Iroh and Katara, who had advanced to the next step; the pimp walk. “You… might have to fight Katara for it, Aang,” Sokka answered.
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[EDIT] Now with bonus illustration!
Also, Pimp!Katara bykaichan
tavalya_ra.*
“All right,” Sokka said, tugging on his miniskirt as if it would make it grow longer. “Why am I dressed like this again?”
Iroh calmly sipped his tea, then replied, “For the bitches to come, you must first understand the bitches, apprentice. This is to aid the process.”
“Or you’re just a weird, perverted old man,” Sokka grumbled. He noticed a large hole in his fishnet stockings. “Aw, man, I ripped them again!”
It was about this time that the remainder of the group returned. Sokka gaped while Iroh studied them. Katara had apparently commandeered the bright pink, eagle feather-adorned hat Aang had taken a fancy to. Many gaudy bracelets dangled from her wrists and large hoop earring weighed down her ears. Zuko looked equally absurd in his huge, floppy purple hat with a fluffy pink ostrich feather. He wore Katara’s heavy coat, with heavy gold chains around his neck. And then there was Aang. They didn’t have the heart to dress him up as a bitch proper, so instead his face was covered in heavy, garish makeup, which he kept trying to quietly wipe off. Zuko pulled his hat further down over his face at the sight of Sokka and muttered, “Oh, now what are they doing?”
“Just stick to the plan,” Katara replied. “They’ll see how silly all this is soon.”
“I like the hat, nephew,” the old firebender said, “but it’s a little warm out for the coat.”
The fire prince blinked. “Er, thank you. It’s my pimp hat,” he forced out. “Pimpin’ ain’t easy. Or something.”
“I’ll say,” Sokka agreed, adjusting his halter top. He bared his teeth at Katara and asked, “Do I have lipstick on my teeth?”
“No. No, you don’t,” the waterbender answered. “So, ah, where my bitches at?”
“I’m right here,” Aang answered. “Can I take this make-up off yet? I think it’s giving me a rash…”
The firebending master pimp went to the girl. “No, no, you must say it with confidence! Now do it like this!” He struck a pose and said proudly, “Where my bitches at?!”
“Where my bitches at?” the girl repeated with a little more force.
“Again!” Iroh commanded.
“Where my bitches at?!” Katara shouted.
“Good! One more time!”
“WHERE MY BITCHES AT?!”
Zuko took his hat off, plunked it on Sokka’s head, and shook his own head in disgust. “I knew this was doomed to failure.”
“That’s because…” Sokka began. He continued, in his best Iroh voice, “You do not understand the true spirit of pimping!”
Aang raised his hand. “Will I get my hat back when I understand the true spirit of pimping?”
The three turned to look at Iroh and Katara, who had advanced to the next step; the pimp walk. “You… might have to fight Katara for it, Aang,” Sokka answered.
*
[EDIT] Now with bonus illustration!
Also, Pimp!Katara by
kaichan
