Katara giggled, not a hint of remorse apparent in her evident delight. “Oh, I’m not doing anything,” she replied, settling down on the pavement next to the unlikely predator. “You managed to get yourself stuck down a goat dog’s throat all on your own! Besides, it’s not like we really need you anymore,” she added, taking every opportunity to rub in Toph’s humiliation. “Aang’s already a better earthbender than you could ever be, even if you weren’t about to end up as a pile of manure.”



I truly have no idea why it took me this long to write a sentient disposal story. It's literally my favorite vore trope and I'm only just now getting around to it? Weird.

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