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Spider took a deep breath before he was still pulling the string of his bow and staring at his target. His breathing mask had sometimes become a little problem when Spider was still hunting and had to do it in silence, but he successfully managed to adapt to it, as he did with many other biological inconveniences. Since Spider had definitely inherited something from his biological father, it was undoubtedly his obvious stubbornness.

Then Spider let go of the rope and then his arrow and flew directly and then hit the yerik's neck, making him scream in pain, but not clear that he would not have to suffer for long. Well, in the blink of an eye, Spider was already there with him holding his head and whispering prayers in his ear. While he put his amber leaf in his heart, a soft "Irayo" that escaped from his lips. A gratitude for the creature and the sustenance it would provide to the camp. He took a minute to sit quietly, praying that the yerik rest in Eywa's arms.

Spider: May my flesh one day sustain you, as yours will sustain me

I whisper to him in his mother tongue, before standing up and frowning at the recombinant who was standing on the edge of the clearing with his arms crossed.

"Ja" Johnny Alexander.

Ja: ¿Spider, is it really necessary to promise to "hold" someone someday?

He asked worriedly, still pampering him more than usual. Spider knew perfectly well that JA had become a pediatrician at some point in his life when he was still a human, but that did not mean that he had to take care of him as if he were made of glass.

Spider: Yes. The energy doesn't come out of nowhere, Ha, it's just borrowed, and what you've taken, you'll have to return it at some point, ¡I'VE ALREADY EXPLAINED IT TO YOU LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES LITERALLY! ¡¿HOW IS IT THAT YOU WEREN'T LISTENING TO ME?!

Spider exclaimed already preparing to pick up the animal. But like Ja even though he was now a Na'vi he was still a doctor, so it was fair that he was reluctant to trust the blonde's teachings, but he was a Na'vi for Eywa's sake, and it was the great mother who gave him an ikran. ¿How could he still be so skeptical and blind about it?

Ja: I'm just saying. Your old people and your mother are not going to be happy or happy at all if she finds out that you wish death to yourself

Spider rolled his eyes. Sometimes, talking to blue striped soldiers was like trying to communicate with a rock. Both were equally thick.

Ja: And also-

The man stepped forward grabbing the Yerik.

Ja: There's no way I'll let you carry a whole Pandora deer on your back. That you will surely get a sprain and if not a hernia in your spine

Spider: Well, that's correct

Spider reminded him

Spider: and that's why I like to hunt alone.

Spider: Okay, okay, ¡THEN LET'S GO NOW!

Back at the camp, which was an impressive structure located among several trees and made of woven fibers, the rest of the group was waiting for the remaining hunters to return. The eclipse was going to start soon and the rest of the Recoms had already brought food.

Miles Quaritch: ¿Why the one that our son still insists on going hunting alone every time?

Miles kept muttering as he sharpened his blades.

Miles Quaritch: ¡SPIDER IS ONLY SIXTEEN YEARS OLD! Literally his only hobbies should be watching cartoons, getting high, getting drunk, going out and sleeping with girls, getting piercings, dyeing their hair, getting tattoos and being a complete threat

Lyle Wainfleet: Well, our son is definitely having a lot of success in that last one

Lyle added, checking the status of his rifles before Zdinarsk said the following.

Savin Zdinarsk: Ma Lyle is very right Ma Miles also if you remember that ¿Wasn't it our son who literally bombed Prager and López last week?

Miles Quaritch: Well, technically that last one doesn't count

Miles replied with a smile pulling his lips. That joke was actually quite funny, especially with the reaction that both Prager and López had had.

Lyle Wainfleet: Yes, Spidey learned many new words that day

Miles sighed before he smiled softly when he heard how his husband and wife laughed when he remembered him.

Spider: ¡HEY, DADS, MOM, LOOK AT ME!

Suddenly they heard from below and, of course, the son of the Olo'eykan's and the Tsahík was standing at the root of the biggest tree... with Prager and Alexander getting into positions to catch him and thus prevent Spider from dying in his joke. If Spider were completely honest, being the son of a leader of his little clan really wasn't as stressful as he supposed to be. Neteyam, was now in charge of responsibilities that even few adults would handle, however, Spider himself was being pampered day by day. He was the youngest of the group, the only puppy so far in his clan, and he assumed that his treatment was the result of his parental instincts being going a little crazy, since the Na'vi of his clan were still quite new in this world, but every day, Spider became happy because he was with his family and his happiness increased greatly when his dad mated with his other dad Lyle and his mom Zdinarsk (who technically were his stepfather and stepmother) but for him they were also his mom and dad.

If, at first, Spider was his mascot and translator of the squad when they still cared only to find Jake and Neytiri with their family, now Spider was officially the son of the Olo'eykan's and the Tsahík of those who were now part of their still small clan. Although Spider was still not completely used to so much attention, he was not used to being taken care of.

He wasn't used to adults taking care of him.

Miles Quaritch: it seems that today you woke up especially naughty son, ¿right?

Miles said smiling when he saw his son do what he was doing while Lyle and Savin were behind looking like his husband at his son.

Spider: yes good. Prayer and Ja still take care of me as if I were a baby. ¿Can't you tell them to leave me even if it's just a few seconds for me alone, please?

Miles Quaritch: Hmmm...

Quaritch put his hand on his chin dramatically which made Lyle and Zdinarsk laugh lovingly.

Miles Quaritch: ... You almost broke your leg last month but... ¡OKAY!

Miles laughed when Spider now completely excited quickly got down and settled in his wife's arms while his husband approached them, seeing how Savin kissed his head in a maternal way and Lyle stroked his back before then he turned to look at Ja and Prager.

Miles Quaritch: Prager, Ha, leave him alone even if it's just so that my son doesn't get very angry with you.

Both Prager and Ja simply rolled their eyes before nodding their heads and putting death by the fire, where Mansk was preparing the knives to cut it, as well as some smaller game that he had caught before. Bored, Spider decided to join him.

Curiously, Mansk was the only recombinant in the group who kept his hair short instead of letting it grow like everyone else, and Spider still didn't understand why that was. The rest of the clan finally decided to stop cutting their hair and start letting it grow, which allowed Spider to let them accommodate their hair and make them all kinds of hairstyles... but of course in the style in which they would like to have it. Even his parents and mom had stopped cutting their hair to let it grow. And every time Spider asked him why the only thing Mansk told him was "For security reasons", but Spider suspected that Mansk only wanted to match him after combing his dreadlocks and allowing his own hair to be released.

Mansk: It doesn't get in my way

Mansk's answer is short.

Mansk: Back on Earth, having your hair out in the kitchen was unhealthy

Spider: U-unsani-tar-¿what does that mean?

Mansk: It means dirty, a little like you are right now

The man pointed his handmade blade at Spider's tangled golden curls.

Mansk: If you want to help me, then wash your legs, comp his hair and put on a hat

Spider moaned slightly annoyed, but he obeyed anyway, climbing a tree, on top of which sat a small block of cells, hidden in the excessive growth of the jungle. Writing a code, he entered, taking off his mask and breathing the filtered air. Inside, he saw López sitting on the ground and manipulating an GDR device that they had taken with them after they had abandoned their mission until just a few weeks ago.

Spider: ¿Is there anything new?

Spider asked him unintentionally surprising him.

Lopez: ¿Didn't you mind hitting just before entering?

Spider: ¿Did your ears get bad? The door is very noisy, and it's MY room anyway. I'll make as much noise as I want

Lopez: Hey, "room." Rather a cave

He said then getting up and stretching a little.

Lopez: And no, nothing new. They have only spoken a few strange interferences, but they are distant. And apart from that, nop, there is no activity of the RDA in five clicks of us in any direction

Spider: ¿So we choose a good hiding place after all?

López: I guess. However, we should be alarmed. Who knows when the bastards will reappear

Spider nodded, seriously for a moment, and then remembered why he came in, going to his bunk and grabbing a brush.

López: ¿Oh, and, Rapunzel?

Spider: ¿Now what's up López?

Lopez: ... That painting really looks great

Spider's cheeks immediately turned super super red.

Spider: It's not even finished yet...

Spider murmured to him, coming out again putting all his hair together to make a braid and at the same time revealing the shaved areas of the sides of his hair.

The cell block around which its base was established was found a few weeks ago. From what the adults deciphered, the place must have been abandoned for at least two decades. The equipment was old, but it worked, and the team managed to connect it to the exopack package chargins station that Spider used. Among the dust, the blonde had found an old set of watercolor paints, and it was similar to digging up a treasure.

Spider: "¡EYWA, EYWA, EYWA, EYWA!

Spider screamed at the top of his lungs, running out of the block to show what he had found.

Spider was an artistic soul for all the time he could remember, but most of what he could create were pencils and paper, which in itself was scarce. Now, however, he had the opportunity to try out the real art, so he found some empty canvases and began to draw environments from all over the camp. Eywa'eveng was picturesque no matter where you looked, and he certainly inspired it. Lo'ak would have loved it.

Spider would soon finish his first piece, but there was time for everything and now, he had to be a responsible member of the group. It's what he was taught from the diapers, and he didn't want to let his dads and mom along with the others take all the credit for themselves, no matter how much they try to convince him otherwise.

Going down, Spider went to a stream to wash his hands. That stream was the same spectacle that he had been painting for the last few weeks and he came to appreciate it quite a bit. The sound of running water brought a sense of calm and the flowers that grew in the wet area shone an impressive pulp at night. Those were Kiri's favorites...

Mansk: It took you long enough

Mansk scolded him when Spider finally returned, but he didn't take it as something that was really personal and instead he simply sat next to him, working on removing the flesh from the carcass. The squad had been surprised when he did it for the first time, with no signs of disgust towards the blood and entrails of the animal, but he could not understand why he should rebel at all. There should be no shame in supporting himself, as long as it is done with respect towards the creature.

The eclipse had begun a long time ago when they prepared the meat, seasoned it and put it on the fire. The rest of the recombinants sat down, telling their day and stories of the past. This time of day is what Spider liked the most, sitting around people he knew really cared about him. The feeling was nostalgic, but it suppressed the memories it awakened.

Prager: ¡AND THEN THAT HORRIBLE THING STARTED TO TRAMPLE AND ALL THAT!

Prager told them, investigating the food

Prager: I stood firm all the time, but I'm serious, I'll never go back to that clearing. ¡DON'T GIVE ANY WAY!

The group laughed at the near-death experience of their friend. Such events were becoming a norm, as the squad learned more about beauty, as well as the dangers of living in the nature of this moon. Such experiences also increased his respect for his guide and translator, since he was never outdated with his stories, no matter how horrible it was.

Spider: ¡OH, PLEASE! ¡YOU'RE TALKING AS IF YOU HAD SURVIVED ONE BY ONE WITH A PALULUKAN!

The spider sneered while braiding his mother's hair. She had been worried about the idea at first, but after becoming rogue, her impulse to experiment with her appearance and try something new has finally led her to give in and ask the boy to do something "badass" for her kuru. He opted for the manufacture of the stained glass made of wolf viper fangs, which were popular among the young Omatekaya warriors, and the woman enthusiastically agreed. However, he wasn't as good at that as Tuk. His manufacture of clothes was crazy.

Spider: The angles are not even that dangerous. As long as you leave them in their business, they will leave you in yours. They will only attack if you show weakness and start running

Lyle: Hmm. You could never read that in a survival guide

Lyle moved. Before he looked at his son as well as his husband and wife with some confusion.

Lyle: And by the way. ¿How do you know?

Spider just gave his mom and dads a smile before telling them the following.

Spider: ¿Are you kidding me?

Lyle smiled in disbelief.

Lyle: ¿How did you survive, son?

Spider laughed before snuggling with his parents who were sitting with his mom in the middle of them to which Spider sat on his mom's legs before she told them the following.

Spider: It was really stupid. I was outside with Neteyam and Lo'ak and they challenged me to go down and sting one of them in the eye. ¡IT DOESN'T REALLY GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT THEY GOT VERY ANGRY WITH ME FOR THAT!

Spider smiled when he remembered that.

Spider: However, I won the challenge and those skawng's were forced to give me fresh berries all week, ¡SO IT WAS COMPLETELY WORTH IT!

He laughed, before the memory as he accommodated before then his smile would slowly begin to erase.

Rays. After all his efforts to keep those good memories at bay, to keep the memories of his adoptive "family" at bay, he still managed to bring it up, and now a lump was quickly making its way down his throat as his eyes burned.

Lo'ak. That little guy is looking for lawsuits. ¿Where was he?

¿And where was Kiri? ¿Your best friend and your sister? ¿Did they treat her well in her new home? ¿Was it welcome?

¿How was the sweet little Tuk-Tuk? I really hoped she had many friends wherever Jake and Neytiri had taken them.

Even Neteyam. The perfect boy who abandoned him and began to make him indifferent, who burned a bridge and pretended that they never knew each other. Even after that he still missed him a lot.

Savin: ¿Spider? Hey, honey, ¿What's up?

A gentle movement of his arm and a caress along with a kiss on his hair made Spider return to reality, and suddenly he was super aware that his parents along with his mother and his whole clan looked at him with a lot of concern

Spider: I... I don't feel very well anymore

He told them before he left his mom's arms.

Spider: I'm going for a walk

Lyle: ¿You alone? My love, maybe it's not...

Spider: Don't worry dad, I'll be fine

He said still holding his dad's hand before he felt a caress on his back and another on his shoulder that were his mom and his other dad.

Spider: I'm only going to be by the stream

Miles Quaritch: Spider, small ¿What happened, are you okay?

His dad asked him worriedly. While his mother looked at him in a maternal and protective way. I just wanted to be alone for a few seconds.

Spider: Don't worry dads, mom, I'm not going to run away

And after saying that, Spider walked away until he reached the stream.

Spider left the camp, first walking but then he began to accelerate his speed until he began to run directly towards a small river, the icy water distracted him from the painful thoughts. For a long moment he had stood there completely still, focusing on the sensation of water running through his legs, but not even that could silence the tears. Even though he was Spider with his parents and mom, Spider still wished and it hurt him that both Jake and Neytiri had abandoned him and that they wouldn't have cared enough as having tried to go after him.

But, unfortunately, his dear adoptive sister and best friend was too far from him, to never be in his arms again and never to hear his voice again. Spider wasn't sure if the rest of the family was as worried about his disappearance as he was about theirs, but he knew for sure that Kiri was devastated when the Sullys had to "go underground" without him, wherever he was.

Savin, Lyle y Miles: ¿My Baby Boy/Spider/My Child?

The voices of his parents and his mother were low and soft when they spoke to him.

Spider: ¿What's up?

I ask them trying to dream hard and without showing their sobs.

Savin: My darling...

Spider turned around and saw his parents and mom stretch out their hands and while Spider was trying not to cry he took his hands and took him out of the water.

Savin: ¿What happened there, son? ¿Hm?

His mother asked lovingly while looking at her son's brown doggy eyes, now bright with tears.

Of course his dads and mom already knew what happened, but they wanted their son to tell them and Spider gave him mental support for that, but... ¿Could you be really honest about your feelings? ¿And his parents along with his mom were afraid that Spider was going to run away?

Sobbing softly Spider told them with a deep breath, he decided to take a risk.

Spider: I miss them

Lyle stroked Spider's cheek while Savin brought him closer to them while Miles nodded, patiently waiting for his son to speak more.

Spider: I want to see Kiri, Lo'ak, Neteyam and Tuk. I know that neither Neytiri nor Jake probably care but... everything reminds me of them. Every noise, every plant

Spider couldn't stop his voice from shaking.

Spider: I really miss them all a lot

The dream of living with the squad as his little clan was attractive, but he paled compared to the pure pain that the boy bottled daily. He prepared himself, hoping that the soft and protective support of his forearms would be painfully tightened, dragged back to the camp and locked in the block of cells... but none of that came. Before Spider felt his mom's arms hug him while his parents also hugged him

Miles Quaritch: ... I know, my love

Spider had received in response, while his father kissed his hair and his other dad caressed his arm while his mother kept him protected in her arms.

Lyle: ... ¿So what do you say if we're going to find them?

Spider's eyes widened.

Spider: ... But I... ¿Is it okay if we do it?

Lyle: Yes... ¡Yes, of course it is!

Miles let out a laugh when he saw his son.

Miles Quaritch: Spider, you are our son... You're not a hostage. That's already in the past. Now you are one of us, and I know that sometimes I can be a bit blind... but... I want you to be happy, more than anything. If you need them, it's to see the Sully...

Miles sighed a lot. Before then Spider will hear his mom say the following.

Savin: Let's make it happen

He smiled, with a determined look that now crosses his face.

The spider's own eyes turned into stars.

Spider: ¿Are you serious?... ¿Really?

He said before hugging his parents and his mom completely happy.

Miles Quaritch: Of course

He replied and while he was doing it together with his wife and his husband they lovingly hugged their son while they felt how their son surrounded them putting his arms around his neck. He was pleased with the feeling, knowing that this act would bring him closer to redeeming his son... although deep down, none of them really wanted to have to share Spider's custody with anyone else, since seeing the squad taking care of him part-time was already irritating.

Spider: ¿But... ¿how? ¿How will we find them?

Spider asked, removing himself.

Savin: Good question. Let's start with that unscrupulous firearm sign that we found 20 weeks ago

Kiri was in Aonung's ilu while he drove it and they swam together. Kiri had his head resting on his back while he surrounded his waist. It wasn't that she had woken up really early, but this morning it felt different. The wind and the waves stirred her, whispering in her ear that today would be the day. For what? She didn't know it, but, however, while Aonung and she arrived at the town before they went to the beach, taking care of Tuk while she looked for shells and shells to collect and at the same time Aonung kept her company.

However, today was certainly different and that was something evident when she and Aonung quickly protected Tuk when they saw Ikrans descend in front of them which caught the attention of the clan that came running along with Kiri's parents and those of Aonung along with Lo'ak and Tsireya who were accompanied by Rotxo all ready to attack when then Kiri's family like her saw a familiar figure landing on the golden beach.

Her breath was caught in his throat when she saw him. It couldn't be...

Aonung: ¿Kiri...?

Kiri heard Aonung talking to him but then his legs began to move on their own as the world vanished. Not even a moment later, he held his best friend and adoptive older brother tightly in his arms, his long spiral locks soft to the touch as he buried his head in them and tears began to run down his cheeks.

Spider: Kiri... Kiri...

Her brother repeated with a trembling and soft voice as if he still didn't believe that she was real before returning the hug as strongly as he could, now crying too.

Kiri: Spider...

Kiri laughed, sobbing. And then out of nowhere both were knocked down to the sand by Lo'ak and Tuk

Tuk: Spider is really you..

Lo'ak ¡SPIDER IS YOU!

The three of them squeezed him harder.

Spider: ¡YES, YES, KIRI IT'S ME!

Spider dropped his head on the curve of his neck.

Spider: I'm here. I'm here...

None of them wanted to get away. After such a long separation, this moment felt too right, too perfect to let go.

Miles Quaritch: Ahem

Unfortunately, at some point, you always have to wake up.

Looking up, Lo'ak, Tuk and Kiri faced each other with terribly familiar faces, and instinctively pulled their human adoptive older brother back, growling at the Recoms squad.

Lyle: ¡Wow! Easy dwarf, we're not going to hurt anyone

Wainfleet raised his hands in a simulated defeat.

Tuk: ¡I'M NOT A DWARF, UGLY!

Tuk growled at him once more, unsheathed his small sheet carved into a bone.

Spider: ¡TUK, WAIT, CLAM DOWN!

Spider tried to interfere.

Spider: ¡IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! ¡THEY WON'T HURT US!

Neytiri y Jake: ¿Stay away from our children/What's going on here?

Oh, no, anyone but them, Spider said to himself in his mind, turning around and, of course, there were Neteyam and Neytiri with their bows in their hands pointing at everyone while Jake was growling while at the same time he approached protecting his children just like... Spider.

Kiri: ¡DAD, THESE MURDERERS ARE BACK!

Kiri shouted, not taking his eyes off the soldiers.

Kiri: ¡THEY'VE HAD SPIDER ALL THIS TIME!

Lyle, Savin and Quaritch looked in a bad way when they heard those words and knelt down when the Neytiri and Neteyam approached with their bow now raised.

Miles Quaritch: Very good, ¿Why don't we all breathe deeply, huh? We didn't go on this trip to fight. Not anymore

Kiri along with Lo'ak and Tuk as well as Neteyam and his parents looked at them confused.

Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri y Tuk: ... ¿What?

Spider: I'm telling you, guys, they've changed. Eywa'eveng changed them. They are not the same people who caught us in that fight

The blond came back in, and this time the brothers finally heard him.

Spider: They deserted from the RDA, we spent weeks in nature... and when we look for you

Jake: ¿Why would they want to meet us again, but they are supposed to have already changed?

Jake asked, either without realizing it or without worrying about the hurtful implications that his question had.

Miles Quaritch: Spider missed them very much. ¿Is that a problem?

Miles looked at Jake.

Spider: Listen to them... Jake ¡THEY WHO DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE! They only found you because I was the one who wanted to see them again...

Jake muttered something to what was possibly the Olo'eykan of the Metkayina, making all the warriors lower their weapons. After all, they weren't like they really had their family, ¿Really? Spider was forced to face him head-on when he was abandoned in that forest.

Kiri: No. ¡YOU'RE GOING TO STAY HERE, SPIDER!

Kiri took his hand, squeezing it, and his heart swelled at the gesture. Of course, the rest of the family could have given up, but he knew that Kiri would never do it. After all, he carried the title of his favorite brother for a reason. Before then, to everyone's surprise, Neytiri will take Spider in his arms, protecting him between them.

Neytiri: You belong to us...

Jake: You're our Spider, we're not going to go with Quaritch again

Spider: But I...

Tuk: ¡YOU ARE OUR OLDER BROTHER, SPIDER!

She interrupted.

Quaritch: listen, we didn't come for more war we just want to be away from the RDA and anyway, just like me so much my companions just want to protect our son

Neytiri: ¡HE NOT YOU SON DEMON... SPIDER IS MY SON AND SO ID JAKE'S. WE WERE THE ONES WHO RAISED HIM SINCE HE WAS A BABY! So, we better not lock them up until we know that you are really reliable, ¿huh?

Neytiri told Jake who seemed to agree with her before Spider got out of her arms and ran to Quaritch.

Spider: please don't do it. They brought me here and never let me hurt please give them a chance to see how much they have changed

Spider begged them while he was hiding in Quaritch's arms. Neytiri and Jake looked at each other before they close their eyes and then look at Spider's eyes. Something happened between them, in a language that no one else could understand, and the girl ended up nodding her head.

Neytiri: Very well, so be it. But your weapons remain here. ¿Jake?

He immediately raised his bow again, and Quaritch sighed.

The things he would do for his little son.

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skylarstark4826 · 1 year ago

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I loved this beautiful Avatar 2 Fanart from the shio of Quarinarsk/Zdinartch of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together and I am very aware that I had previously made publications of Quaritch and Varang, but the truth is that I also like the ship of Quaritch and Zdinarsk (Z-dog) and the first time I saw this fanart of them together I was immediately fascinated, so I uploaded it here. I hope you like it too but what I really loved about him is the fact that I find it extremely adorable the way Quaritch and Zdinarsk share a sweater together and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

By the way, the credits are not for me and here I am also going to leave you the link of this fanart of them together.

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skylarstark4826 · 5 months ago

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Miles looked down at his manhood - his mind an emotional cocktail of bereft, curiosity, and shame. Could he even call it a manhood? Could he even call himself a man? Tall, blue, striped, fanged – Miles used to consider the Na’vi more as monsters you’d see in the sleazy holovid theaters than people. Well, the realMiles had considered it. Not him. Whatever he was.

Anyway, back to his penis.

Miles was still getting… situated with it. The length was unsettlingly an upgrade from his human body, though the girth-to-palm ratio remained more or less what he was familiar with all those solitary nights on last watch. Veins ran all up and down the damn thing like a sprig of seaweed had clung to the bellend and refused to come off. But what freaked Miles out the most? Them veins glowed bioluminescent-like, like it was some kind of deep sea jellyfish. Jesus Christ – why did everything have to glow on Pandora?

It didn’t help that no matter what he tried, the damn thing wouldn’t stay hard for him. He tried thinking of the usual things that revved up his helo – earth things. Bouncing brown tits and asses round enough to bounce a quarter off of. It would get him there – but just barely. He would feel the loinrush, the beginning of the swell… and then nothing. It was always like there was something missing. Something not computing – like trying to load a shotgun slug into a high caliber rifle. Same concept; different fit. Misfire.

Night after night, Colonel Miles Quaritch vigorously tried to masturbate. Night after night, he was disappointed at the result. Inert. Didn’t stop him from feeling more and more pent up though. For at least the first few nights, he had thought maybe Na’vi physiology was just different. How could he have blue balls when he was already blue all over? Oh, but this damn body found a way. No, he needed to have this shit figured out if he was ever hoping to have a level head again.

Maybe Sully was getting to him. That traitor to his own kind consumed Miles’ thoughts – how dare he throw away his God-given holy human flesh (crippled as it was, sure) in favor of being a freakshow. It made him sick. Going native all because of trying to catch some blue tail. That Na’vi bitch of his was the reason he was this way, anyhow. The original Miles Quaritch would still be kicking ass and taking names if it wasn’t for little miss Mrs. Sully getting frisky with some arrows. He couldn’t even believe it. The broad killed him with practically all of her skivvies swinging in the Pandoran breeze. He showed up to the warpath in a fully automated carbon-steel suit of whoop ass, and she showed up in a leopard loincloth and some necklaces that hadn’t even fully covered her cat lady teats.

That part perplexed him, truly. Na’vi women somehow got through their entire species’ existence without the invention of bras. All they had was beads on string that somehow – somehow – managed to cover up the nipple at just the right angle at all hours of the day. The amount of times he hoped – wait, hoped? No, that ain’t right, where did that thought come from? The amount of times he wondered if he would catch a glimpse of some Na’vi nip peeking around the corner of one of them beads for even a fraction of a second, only to be denied.

It filled him with an incredible curiosity. What did they look like? Was it like a human nipple – areola and all – but just… blue? Did those damn things glow on them too? Shit, do the Na’vi even make milk? Is the milk blue? Or maybe it’s just a mound of nothing that served some other purpose. Miles couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he desperately wanted to know. When, if ever, did they reveal their nipples? Did the beads stay on as they bumped uglies?

Miles chuckled. The thoughts of the beads rattling and clacking around on Mrs. Sully seemed absurd.

And yet, arousing.

His thoughts started racing. When Jake Sully lay his wife down, did they have a nice mattress underneath them, or was it their savage custom to fuck on the grass to make their “Eywha” happy? Had to be the grass, right? So, Sully would lay her down on the grass and their cat eyes – his eyes too now, he reminded himself – grew wide and their breathing rapid. Their large, dexterous hands would explore each other, caress each other’s tails. Then the loin cloths slipped off. Then the beads slowly clack as she would lift it over her head and as her blue breasts flopped back down he would see…

His scrotum glowing blue.

The change of light and addition of color to the otherwise sterile white space station bedroom had startled Miles out of his own thoughts. His nuts had never done that before – neither as a Na’vi, nor as a human, best he could fucking recall. Other than being as furry as a lucky rabbit foot and lopsided like one nut was in charge and the other was just its small buddy along for the ride, he had assumed (and hoped) that his new set of testicles worked primarily like the last. And for most intents and purposes, that seemed to be the case. But no. They glowed too. Miles wondered why he was even surprised at this point.

But more than that, his new blue cock was harder than it had ever been. Not all the way there, but damn bigger than it was before he started on about Na’vi nipples. Miles stopped himself. Did the Na’vi have a word for cock? Sure as shit didn’t have the animal here. He would have to have some other name for it. He grinned, self-satisfied at his own burgeoning engorgement. Toruk. Now that’d be a fun word to call it. His Toruk was growing and his balls were glowing.

“Well, ain’t that something,” Miles said to himself.

Just then, the silence of contemplating his genitalia was interrupted by the sudden whoosh of the sliding door opening, footsteps clomping forward, and the pop of bubblegum.

Zdinarsk.

Miles scrambled to tuck his half-erect Toruk into his waistband and pull his pants back up. As he did so, he barked, “Jesus, marine! Don’t you know how to fucking knock?!”

As Zdinarsk slid into view, she had her hands up in appeasement, her tattoos rippling along her arms as she did so. Miles wondered who the hell even got a tattoo machine this far out in space and agreed to tattoo on Na’vi skin. Zdinarsk smirked as she took a seat on Miles’ cot and said, “Apologies, Colonel. Why so blue?”

Miles scoffed. “Shit, you’re never gonna let me live that one down, huh Z-dog?”

She smiled wider, her left fang catching the light. “Hell no, sir. That bit was cornier than elote.”

Miles couldn’t help but smile at that. Z-dog always had a good quip about something. One of the few marines he didn’t mind shit talking him. His eyes took her in – tank top, mohawk, tattoos and all. His hormones got the better of him and his eyes lingered longer on her chest than he knew was polite. He couldn’t help but wonder for a split second if her nipples were the same as Mrs. Sully’s – given that she was an avatar, after all. Did she have good old human titties under there in addition to an extra finger? He mustered every once of military discipline and decorum within him to not allow his mind to start contemplating the mysteries between her legs, and instead Miles shook his head and looked Z-dog in the eye.

“So watcha need, marine?”

She shrugged; Miles thanked Christ that she either hadn’t noticed or hadn’t cared that he just ogled her like a schoolboy. Z-dog said, “Just wanted to go over the deets of our next op, sir. I felt like I was a bit distracted on the last one and Sully slipped through our fingers as a result. Need my head more in the game, Colonel. Hope I didn’t disrupt anything important.”

Miles nodded. Shit, he knew damn well what it was like to feel… distracted. “I hear you, Z-dog,” he said. “We’re on the most god-forsaken place I’ve ever seen, and we all know we’re here for the second time because we died, but by the grace of the United States we got another shot at figh – ”

Miles cut himself when he realized Z-dog kept flicking her eyes back and forth between his face and his groin – clearly fighting like hell not to just stare at his groin. So, he looked at his own groin.

His dick was out. And boy, was that blue son of a bitch throbbing and bobbing like a pipe ready to burst. Harder and thicker than he ever had seen or even could comprehend a penis getting. Clearly, Miles had failed to properly secure his pants.

“I, uh…” he stammered. “This is unbecoming of me Zdinarsk, I…”

She looked away, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. “No it’s my fault, Colonel. I was the one who walked in on ya. I should have expected you’d want your privacy after hours.”

Miles sighed in relief at her tone of voice – a playful, bashful “It’s so funny you had your dick out” tone rather than a disgusted, shocked, “I can’t believe you just had your dick out” tone. He properly forced his hard cock – no, his hard Toruk, remember – down one of his pant legs. Not without difficulty and discomfort, mind you. We call human dicks hard, but this Na’vi dick was HARD – titanium, diamond, skull-crushing hard. Miles thought about how he could kill a man with this truncheon between his legs.

He cleared his throat. There was a dreadful moment of silence between the two of them before Zdinarsk started giggling, and Miles allowed himself to chuckle as well. He said, “Shit, I don’t even know what to say. That’s probably the most compromising position I’ve ever been in, marine, and I damn well know that I’ve been killed in action before.”

“You don’t gotta apologize, sir,” Z-dog said. “I should be the one apologizing for staring at it. I just… never saw a Na’vi one before, you know? Curiosity got the better of me.”

Miles was incredibly curious about what her blue pussy tasted like, so he totally understood about curiosity getting the better of you. “I get that,” was all he said, however. “Thank you for… being able to overlook… that,” he said, motioning towards his crotch.

Another moment of silence.

Another moment of Miles really wanting to know what Na’vi snatch was like.

And maybe it was the testosterone clouding his mind (or whatever the hell hormone Na’vi balls pumped his body with), but he could have sworn Z-dog was looking him up and down, getting a sit-rep on all his body had to offer. Did she bit her lip for a fraction of a second? Miles wanted to believe it, but didn’t allow himself to.

She leaned forward. “May I speak openly, Colonel?”

Miles scoffed. “We’re more open than we’ve ever been with each other, marine. Spit it out, I won’t mind.”

“I’m actually a little jealous of you, sir.”

He scrunched his brows, confused. “Why jealous?”

“Well… it seems like you have your shit, you know, figured out down there. I haven’t been so lucky.” She motioned up and down along herself with her hands. “There’s a lot that’s the same going on here, but there’s a lot different too. I haven’t been able to… do the things I usually do to get my head straight before I get knee deep in the shit. That’s what I mean by being distracted, to tell you the truth.”

“Oh,” was all Miles could say, dumbly. “Well it’s not like I –”

“I mean my old vibrator doesn’t do shit to this anymore, it seems” Z-dog said, cutting him off. “I always gave my exes a hard time for not being able to find my clit, but here I am as a Na’vi eating my own words – oh, sorry Colonel. I didn’t mean to divulge all that.”

Miles motioned with his hands that Z-dog could go on speaking. He was now invested in learning about her clit.

“Well anyway,” she said, “I’m just a little pent up and frustrated. If I can’t even figure out my own body to get myself off, how am I supposed to figure out how to use my body to kick ass all up and down this unobtainium-ridden hellhole? I don’t even feel like a human anymore, what the hell am I doing here?” She looked down.

Miles sighed in understanding. “You know what, Z-dog, I feel the same way.”

Her head perked back up. “You do, Colonel?”

“Yeah, I do. Believe it or not. I’m grateful those eggheads in the labs are giving me an extra shot at putting some lead through the bastards that killed me, but I don’t think they had a fuckin clue about how fucked in the head we’d be as Na’vi. We don’t even know our own damn anatomyy anymore. It’s hard, Marine.”

“Yeah,” Z-dog said, her eyes lingering on Miles’ crotch. “Sure is, sir.”

“They should have given us some lessons on it or something,” Miles said. “Since we’re being open, marine, I’ll have you know that I haven’t gotten it all figured out either. This is,” he motioned to his dick, “the best I’ve gotten myself going. Trying to clear my own senses all on my own hasn’t worked out.”

Miles hesitated, equal parts scared, but excited to say what he wanted to next. He looked down and felt Toruk stiffen again; he could see his balls glowing brighter than before. God, did he want this. It was worth the risk to say it. So, he did.

“You know, the Na’vi are weirdly spiritual, hippy dippy types. All about their connection and sehaylu and whatnot. Maybe… they need to be connected and uh, help each other out, for things down there to work.”

Another moment of silence. Oh God, she was going to storm out, disgusted, wasn’t she? The last thing Miles needed was a court marshalling for harassment.

But then, Z-dog grinned and said, “You know what? Fuck it, sir. Let’s help each other out then.”

A smile crept up on Miles’ face. He was amazed that worked. He was finally about to get fucking laid. “Outstanding,” he said.

Z-dog got up and took a seat next to him, and Miles fought every urge to shove his erect Toruk up towards her mouth. Fuck he really wanted this. He felt like a schoolboy again. Awash with hormones and no idea what to do with them.

Z-dog said, “Should we kiss first, I guess? Or is that kinda gay?”

In response, Miles put his hand around the back of her skull and pulled her in for a kiss – maybe a little too aggressive, but he had the feeling Z-dog would appreciate it. He was apparently right. There was a brief moment of awkwardness as their fangs clicked together, but their lips and tongues took over the work and began to explore one another, wrestling in saliva and passion.

As that was happening, their hands went on sexy recon missions of their own. Miles felt Z-dog’s hand trace a line down to his crotch before wrapping around his big blue penis and start stroking it, taking care to move along the glowing veins. Oh yeah. That felt nice . Meanwhile, his hand crept up past her waistline and up her shirt. He knew what he wanted: her tiddies. Now those were the real Hallelujah Mountains. His hand made their way up her soft flesh until it found even softer, rounder flesh. God damn did Miles like boobs. Like, a lot. He forgot how much until this very moment. His hand cupped one and began to squeeze and found it just as wonderful as the human varieties, though the nipple was markedly pointier. Was that a Na’vi thing, or a Z-Dog thing? He tried to trace circles around it with his finger, but the tightness of her shirt restricted this movement.

As if reading his mind, Z-dog broke away from him with a grin and said, “Let’s make things easier for you,” as she ripped off her shirt. Miles’s eyes went straight to her breasts, the mystery finally being revealed to him. She had areolas still but – what a shocker – they were a glowing blue. Oddly smaller compared to human ones too. Well, they were probably about the same inch-age as human areolas, but on a Na’vi body, that was pretty damn micro. But the main event was the nipples, and those did not disappoint. They sure as shit were pointier, they jutted out almost an inch, looking like little beehives of rounded flesh. Honestly, they looked nearly identical to blackberries. Good thing for Miles, he loved blackberries.

He dove for them and started sucking. They tasted more like sweat than blackberries, but that didn’t stop him from getting his tastebuds inside every little groove. Z-dog let out a little satisfied moan as Miles tongue swirled in circles on its mission to really get acquainted with those nipples. He was so lost in this titty-trance that the only thing that took him out of it was the sound of Z-dog’s buckle coming undone followed by the sound of her pants falling down to her ankles. That meant her pussy was just out in the air now. Waiting for him. This he had to see.

Miles detatched himself from Z-dog’s breast and got on his knees to stare straight at a Na’vi vagina. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the thing that was in front of him. It looked like a cross between lotus flower petals and dinosaur scales, many lavender flaps of flesh woven over themselves to form a type of cloaca, gently quivering like insect mandibles and drooling a thin line of slime. The human psyche within him was horrified and wanted to run. The Na’avi psyche within him was horny and wanted to lap up that stuff like a dog. Well, Miles thought, call me Fido. And he dove for that dripping snatch.

The… liquid… was somewhere in consistency between water and honey. Miles let it drip onto his tongue like a waterfall as he made his way up to start licking at Z-dog’s purple flesh flaps. As soon as it hit his tongue, it felt like his sinuses were cleared out and the flavor was tangy, almost sour and citrusy. It reminded Miles of grapefruit and tequila. Hot damn, he thought, smiling, this pussy was like a Paloma.

He began to lick at where the juices were coming from, assuming it was a hole of some sort, when he felt Z-dog’s hands interlink behind his head and gently push his face deeper into her. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

Miles was a good soldier, and he did as he was ordered. He kept licking all over, hoping to get drunk off of her vaginal tequila. The flaps began to quiver harder to the point of vibrating, and it practically made his face numb. When he opened one eye he saw that the flaps were receding into her vulva, exposing an even lighter purple shade of wet flesh. In there, he saw a slit, oozing, beckoning him. Now that was a pussy, that he knew how to work with. He dragged his tongue up and down the opening – trending more upwards on a quest to find the clit. To his dismay, there wasn’t any kind of obvious discovery or difference of flesh down there. Z-dog was right, this was a different kind of coochie. Miles then went further down to the bottom – maybe their clits were inverted? Nope, nothing different down there. At the very least though, Z-dog was readily enjoying this though, given she had her head thrown back and was letting out groans and sighs while caressing the back of Miles’ head. The Paloma was on a constant drip, too.

Miles wanted to try one last thing, he shoved his tongue into her vagina, hoping for hidden treasures inside the folds. An instinctual panic set in as he felt numerous little bristling appendages meet his tongue and wrap around it. They prickled like static shocks. He pulled his head back and saw that now emerging from Z-dog’s pussy were thin pink tendrils, now grasping absently out in the air. Not dissimilar from the sehaylu tendrils within Na’vi hair.

“God damn, Colonel,” Z-dog said with a grin. “It’s never done that before. We must be doing something right. Give them some more.”

Now it was Miles’ turn to grin. “Oh, I’ll give them something,” he said. He got up and unbuckled his own pants, resumed his seated position on his bench. His glowing blue cock was standing up, waiting and ready. He gave Z-dog a tilt of the head to come on over.

She walked over and began to straddle him. Miles was worried that her body wouldn’t be able to take the sheer size of his Toruk, but to his surprise and delight, she slid right onto it, the entirety of his genitalia disappearing within hers. God, did his penis feel good. Every inch of it was surrounded by warmth and slickness, bringing about a tingling sensation all up an down the shaft, which only heightened as Z-dog began to ride up and down on it. He could feel the tendrils inside too, at first it was like his dick was mashing them further back to whence they came, but as Z-dog started picking up speed, the tendrils shot back down and started wrapping around his Toruk. The bristling shocking sensation started tracing the lines of the webbed veins of his Na’vi dick and it was unlike anything Miles had ever experienced. If he had his human cock, he would have already come like a geyser. But this Na’vi meat needed more.

He bucked his hips and sat up with Z-dog’s pussy still holding a grip on his Toruk. Then, with a savagery Miles didn’t even know he had, lifted himself up to a standing position. Z-dog quivered, sliding even further down onto his Toruk with the motion. She yelled out a “Yes!” and then she yanked his head in for a fierce kiss. Their tongues clashes as he walked over, carrying her with him. He lifted her over to his cot and slammed her down onto it, now only holding her thighs as he began drilling into her pussy like it had unobtainium in it.

He wondered for a split second if she was hurt or upset by this violent upheaval, but she shouted, “Oh fuck yeah, colonel! Wreck that Na’vi pussy!”

Spurred on, he began thrusting with all his might, fast, and hard, and animalistic. It was like a knife he had to repeatedly bury in his enemy’s guts to save his own life, with that desperation and primal instinct, he grunted and he stabbed his Toruk over and over into her, slamming into her wetness over and over again. In the microseconds of lucid humanity amongst the fog of horny Na’vi, he wondered if she was alright with this, only to be impressed at just how resilient her pussy was to his relentless dicking.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he said.

This went on for several minutes. Miles was impressed by the endurance both of their Na’vi bodies held in order to maintain this high-octane sportfucking for as long as they were going at it. Z-dog had her hands raised over her head, clutching the rim of the cot and bedsheets. She was biting her lip and nodding to him with his thrusts, encouraging him to pump her over and over. It felt good to him of course, that slick rhythmic rub and hormonal high making him more animal than sentient. But he wasn’t on the verge of ejaculation. It felt good, but he wasn’t anywhere close.

Mid thrust, he grunted to her “You getting close, baby?”

“No,” she breathed. “You?”

Miles shook his head. “Should we stop, or…?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” she snapped at him.

So he kept fucking her.

At some point, her ponytail flopped down close to her waist. Miles saw that her sehaylu tendrils were out and grasping at the air, like they were hungry, desperate, or dying for something. He saw that his own was dangling down as well, his tendrils reaching out to hers as if by instinct.

Maybe that was it.

“I’m going to try something,” Miles told her.

She just nodded in response.

He grabbed his sehaylu and lay it upon hers. The tendrils took only a second before intertwining with one another, to the point where it was impossible to tell where Miles’ ended and Z-dog’s began.

The effect was immediate. Miles felt his pupils dilate – more than that, he felt Z-dog’s pupils dilate. He felt her everything. He felt her head on the pillow, the ache of her spread legs, the sensation of her pussy being filled up by him. And he knew she was feeling the same thing, he could sense… her presence within his brain. He knew she was feeling the ache of his hips from the constant thrusting, and the swelling blood of an engorged dick in action. Miles felt himself fucking her as she was feeling what it was like for him to be inside her.

Their breathing pattern and pulses synchronized. And… he could see out of her eyes. He saw himself, staring in wide-eyed wonder down at him, no, her. He felt her staring at herself through his own eyes as well. Their visions were blurring together, they were becoming one person, and they could see it.

“I see you,” Miles whispered to her, whispered to himself.

As he said it, he saw her mouth out the words at the same time.

Just then, the tendrils within Z-dog’s pussy coiled around Miles’s penis again – only this time, they were not absently caressing, but driven with purpose. The tingle and shocks were deliberate, and only with the linking of minds and body was Miles able to tell that her pussy tendrils were arranging themselves to trace the webbed veins of his Toruk – exactly down to the pattern. And in this state of bodily all-knowingness, he knew that that cockwebbing was actually an array of nerve endings, and now her pussy was locked in onto each one. More than that, they pulsed to the same rhythm as their heatbeats, pulling and beckoning his penis ever inward with each pull.

Miles slowed down his thrusting to match this rhythm. Z-dog thrust back, now placing her hands around his head, bringing his face to continue looking into one another’s eyes. As they stared at each other – at themselves through one another – they saw other things. Miles thought of the times he was happiest as a child, his most prideful promotions, and more. Z-dog thought of all the times she proved her brothers wrong about what she’d amount to, about all the medals she had earned for her service. They both knew one another were present for these and a huge amount of other personal, momentous moments of joy. And all the while, they were still having incredible sex. It was like they were both in a movie theater together, watching a clipshow of every time they felt happiness in their lives, while at the same time someone was holding intense vibrators to their genitals and somehow these vibrators were hooking them up to some kind of biological wi-fi with each other.

Eventually, this mental movie theater screen stopped showing clips from his own life and Z-dog’s and started showing a glowing of brilliant light. It was brilliant and beautiful, and it was a color Miles Quaritch didn’t even have a word for because it was one he couldn’t ever see as a human. But he saw it now as a Na’vi as if it were as bright and obvious as the sun. It was incredible. It took the shape of a tree and roots and branches that coiled out into streams and webs that seemed like it could wrap around everything in the entire universe and make it good, and pure, and like an awesome orgasm.

Is that … Miles thought to himself…

Eywha ?

As soon as he had that thought, Miles came. Z-dog too. He felt her writhing and quivering in ecstacy almost as much as he felt himself pumping out gallons of what he assumed was glowing blue cum. His dick felt like a broken sprinkler up inside her, uncontrollably gushing out liquid to a steady pulse. As if on queue, the moment his penis stopped ejaculating, his sehaylu decoupled from Z-dog’s. It was over.

Miles moved over and lay next to Z-dog, both of them still panting, but their breathing now their own individual patterns again.

“Shit,” Z-dog breathed. “That was intense, sir.”

Miles chuckled. “Understatement of the fucking year, marine.”

She smiled. “Glad we got that out of our systems. Now I can actually think straight the next time we’re out there hunting that traitor Sully.”

Miles was almost disappointed that that was her first thought. But, he fought that down. With his post-nut clarity, he could finally be a stern commanding officer again. “Damn, right, Z-dog.”

Z-dog got up from the cot and gathered back up her things, got dressed. “Well, Colonel, I don’t want to intrude on your time any longer. You must have other things you have to do and shit. Who knows though, after another couple missions, maybe we can clear our heads again.” She smiled at him.

Miles smiled back. “Outstanding,” he said.

Miles heard the airy whisk of the door open and then close, and then Z-dog was gone.

He smiled to himself. He might now be a good for nothing, blue-ball, web-dicked Na’vi, but right then, in that moment, Colonel Miles Quaritch felt like a fucking man again. As he began drifting off to sleep, he murmured a single word to himself.

“Hallelujah.”

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I loved this beautiful Fanart of Avatar 2 from the ship of Quarinarsk/Zdinartch of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together and above all because I really love that in the Quaritch and Zdinarsk they have deserted from the GDR and that instead of wasting time they have lost their new life opportunity, they have adapted to the lifestyle of the Na'vi they have learned to live with the others Na'vi and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

By the way, these beautiful Fanarts of them are not mine and the credits are not for me, but I will let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the real creator on Twitter. Since apparently there is a new update on Twitter and you can only see the link if you press X.Com

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skylarstark4826 · 5 months ago

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I loved this beautiful Fanart of Avatar 2 from the ship of Quarinarsk/Zdinartch of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

By the way, this beautiful fanart of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on Instagram

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skylarstark4826 · 5 months ago

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I loved this beautiful publication Edit of Avatar 2 from the ship of Quarinarsk/Zdinartch of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together and not only because in it they are celebrating the birthday of the actress of the character of Savin Zdinarsk but also because I absolutely loved that in the Zdinarsk she looks like a Na'vi with her long and beautifully braided hair but also because in it she has already adapted to the life of the Na'vi and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

By the way, this beautiful publication Edit of theirs is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this beautiful masterpiece on Instagram

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skylarstark4826 · 5 months ago

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I loved this beautiful publication Edit of Avatar 2 of the Quarinarsk/Zdinartch ship of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together and especially because I really love that in this Edit publication we see Z-Dog (Savin Zdinarsk) and Miles Quaritch at their wedding in it and although I am aware that Lyle Wainfleet is also present in the but from behind and leaving the ocean despite that, I really would have liked to have this same scene of them together personally and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

By the way, this beautiful publication Edit of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on Pinterest.

#recom zdog #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x z-dog #miles quaritch x zdinarsk #recom zdinarsk #quaritch & z dog #Savin Zdinarsk #Zdinarsk #Zdinaritch #Quarinarsk

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skylarstark4826 · 1 year ago

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I loved this beautiful Avatar 2 Fanart of the Quarinarsk/Zdinartch ship of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together and see how small the identification plates of her and Miles Quaritch were from when they were still humans and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

Just so you know that this fanart of the ship of Z-Dog (Savin Zdinarsk) and Miles Quaritch is not mine, but unfortunately I can't put the link of the real creator on Twitter because even though it does appear on Twitter every time I put the link it always seems to me as if the creator had deleted it.

#recom zdog #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x z-dog #miles quaritch x zdinarsk #recom zdinarsk #quaritch & z dog #Savin Zdinarsk #Zdinarsk #Zdinaritch #Quarinarsk

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skylarstark4826 · 1 year ago

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I loved this beautiful Avatar 2 Fanart from the Quarinarsk/Zdinartch ship of the characters of Miles Quaritch and Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) together on Twitter. And I really wanted to upload it here. I hope you like it too but at the same time I also love to think that Zdinarsk is holding Spider against her while watching Quaritch talking to someone and I don't know about you but I really loved this publication because it makes me imagine what it would have been like if this had been what had happened in the Avatar 2 movie but also because even though I am a big fan of the Quaritch and Varang ship together I am also a fan of the Quaritch and Zdinarsk ship together and I honestly like to think that after they both returned to their bodies Na'vi and with time during his attempt to capture Jake and Neytiri with their children in the company of Miles Quaritch' son... Spider Socorro it would have happened that Quaritch had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his partner Savin Zdinarsk (Z-Dog) just as she had also fallen in love with him and that over time little by little Quaritch would have lost interest in finding Jake and Neytiri's family and would have focused on taking care of his son Spider Socorro but also on trying to conquer Zdinarsk and that in the end it would have happened that all the Recom including Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have decided to abandon their mission and take advantage of the fact that they had a second chance of life and all together they would have formed their own Clan Na'vi but also Quaritch and Zdinarsk would have fallen in love and even paired for life and would have decided to raise their son Spider Socorro together as a family... sincerely

By the way, this drawing is not mine and the credits are not for me but he told them that I am also going to leave you the link to the drawing here.

#recom zdog #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x z-dog #miles quaritch x zdinarsk #recom zdinarsk #quaritch & z dog #Savin Zdinarsk #Zdinarsk #Zdinaritch #Quarinarsk

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skylarstark4826 · 5 months ago

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Colonel Quaritch has just about had it with all of the introductions to his various human contacts at Bridgehead. It’s just formality at this point; he doesn’t need to meet every damn technician and coffee runner in the colony. His neck’s getting tired from looking down at everyone. He’s ready to hit the hunt, get going, but they’ve still got plenty of prep before Ardmore sends them out. A few days of downtime feels like an eternity when revenge boils in your veins.

He knows his team got herded off to the barracks to get settled, but it looks like they’ve all got enough ants in their pants to split off into groups and check out the rest of the city. He wants to believe Lyle’s keeping them out of trouble, but he may very well be the source of that trouble too.

Hell, they’ve been dead . They’ve earned a little bit of fun. If it helps them decompress before things get intense, he’s fine with some contained mischief. For their first night on world, he expects plenty of shenanigans in the barracks. No doubt they’ve got a metric shit ton of steam to blow off in the form of dorm-style pranks and late-night games.

He’ll be shielded from that in his private quarters, but he still wants to check out what kind of amenities the RDA has deigned to offer their brand new pack of Recombinant soldiers. Hopefully it’s more than a fucking kennel. As the colonel rounds the corner to the barracks, his ears train forward before realizes he hears anything.

Music. Something familiar. Someone must’ve stayed behind.

The closer he gets, the easier it is to make out the beat. In the hall, he can tell whoever’s listening is singing along. Pretty voice. One he recognizes instantly, one that pulls his face into a funny little smirk.

When’s the last time he heard her voice lilt that way? It had to have been only days before the big battle.

Echoing against tile.

Vibrating wet, hot skin under wet, hot hands.

By the time he’s in the doorway, he can make out the words. Zdinarsk sits on a bed, rubbing her beautifully tattooed arms. He can smell it from there; some kind of cream. He remembers the labcoats yammering about taking care of their bodies, from their queues to their toes. And that included skincare . Being ink-junkies, a few of them at the very least had a stock of moisturizing body cream as humans.

Quaritch hadn’t been that attentive to his tattoo in his past life. He kind of liked the faded look. Reminded him of how long it’d been with him, from Earth to his new home here. His new tattoo is completely fresh, perfect and dark against his deep cyan skin. It looks good, but… something about it is too perfect. Though he imagines being without it completely would feel even weirder.

He leans silently against the door frame, arms crossed, as he listens to Zdinarsk sing. “The tide is high, but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one…” She sways with the song, hand running down her arm like an amber-scented wave crashing on the beach. Each stroke always toward the heart, deepening the color of her ink with nourishing butters, emulsified to perfection. “I'm not the kinda girl Who gives up just like that…” Miles’ tail begins to sway with the music too. “Oh, no…” Fwap. Oops. His tail hit the doorframe. Zdinarsk’s big ears flick up like a fawn caught unawares in a field. Startled, she turns with wide eyes and shuts off the music.

“Sir,” she addresses him, starting to get up. But Quaritch puts a hand out to stop her.

“At ease.” He enters the room properly now. “Just makin’ my rounds. I see you’ve already settled in.”

“No place like home,” she snarks, sitting back and tucking one sockless blue foot under herself.

He smirks and pretends to take his time looking around the place. It really is his first time checking out where his squad is shacked up, but he’s not exactly interested in inspecting anymore. But it isn’t too bad. A touch cramped for a bunch of oversized jarheads, but at least enough for them to shake out. Air’s fresh here, not the same canned shit in their Atmos packs.

“Figured you’d be out with the others,” he grunts as he lowers to pick up a forgotten food wrapper by someone’s bed. Probably Brown’s doing.

Zdinarsk resumes rubbing her arm. “Last chance I’m gonna get for alone time,” she answers. And she’s right. After this, it’ll be a lot of pissing in front of each other in the forest.

Miles hums a chuckle, tossing the trash away before standing upright again.

“What about you?” she asks him, twisting the lid closed on her body cream and getting up to shelf it. The amber scent still fills Miles’ nose, more sensitive than ever. “Done with meetings?”

“Not even close. Gonna be shakin’ hands until midnight.”

As Zdinarsk’s arm lowers from the shelf, he can’t help himself. Miles reaches out to close his hand gently around her wrist. She stops, raising an eyebrow at him, but realizes what he’s getting a look at. His thumb rubs over her hand, then the small tats decorating her knuckles. Then his hand slides down her forearm, tracing the intricate ink telling a story there.

“They really went all-out,” he comments. “Looks good.”

She turns her arm so he can admire the deeper colors there. Returning the gesture, she runs the back of her fingers over his bicep and the eagle that got reborn with him.

“Yeah. Guess they didn’t want us feeling naked.”

“If they didn’t want that, they should’ve woken us up in more than gowns .”

“Shouldn’t have woken us at all.”

Miles’ mouth goes a little lopsided at the unexpectedly sullen response. Her eyes are avoidant as his touch lingers on her arm.

“Marissa,” the colonel says, voice low, like it always is when he addresses her in private.

The sound of skin on skin.

“I’m fine,” she answers the question that wasn’t asked. Something telepathic between them that they’ve never been able to explain.

Hand under the chin. “Sure don’t seem fine.”

Her face is calm but her ears twitch with repressed anxiety. “Just… processing all this shit. Like everyone else.”

Miles buys about half of it, releasing her chin to glance over at the little wireless speaker still blinking on the shelf.

“Uh-huh. This how you process shit? Oldies and lotion?”

Zdinarsk stretches her arms, putting them on his strong shoulders so he gets a whiff of the body cream. It’s absolutely on purpose, he thinks, his nose twitching.

“I think Blondie counts as classical at this point, old man.”

“Might be right on that one...” Quaritch grins a little, a fang peeking out. He turns his face into her forearm, inhaling deeply. The scent on her skin is doing something to him… Shit, how much time until the next meeting? He checks his watch but finds he doesn’t really care.

“Let me take care of ya. Like old times.”

Now she laughs. As attractive as always. “You horny fuck. They really did copy and paste us.”

“Sure did.” He’s getting grabby. He may have time before his next meeting, but there’s no telling when their squad will start trickling back in. After this, it’ll be harder to get her alone.

“Why don’t you put that song back on? Wanna hear ya sing again.”

She seems to think for a moment, licking her lips. Then, in one swift swing, she leans over and hits a button on the speaker. The song starts over with the rapping of drums, before bumping into a tropical beat with fluttering, sensual horns. The kind of song grandparents listened to on vacations.

Miles kisses her neck just like she likes, rocking her with the music. When he gets to her mouth, he’s delighted by the familiar sugary taste of bubblegum. She’s always been soft, but her new skin is a whole different feeling under his lips. He has a feeling his new lips feel just as good, because she’s humming and squeezing his shoulders already. He wants to feel the rest of her and wants her to feel his lips elsewhere too.

Before long, her tank top and sports bra are lifted, pretty breasts swallowed up by his large hands. Everyone’s bodies are different, trim, a bit lanky in places, but he’d recognize her perfect rack anytime, tats or no tats.

Zdinarsk stretches back on the bed, tail curling underneath her when his tongue laps at a perky pink nipple. She looks down at him, fingers digging into his scalp, egging him on. He takes the unspoken nudge and closes his lips around her nipple, eyes fluttering closed and treating her to the view of his charming new eyelashes. One hand squeezes a breast while he sucks, and he pauses only to switch sides. Like a hungry stray, he pulls her sensitive flesh into his warm mouth again and again.

He’s always thought maybe he enjoys this part more than she does. A deep moan underneath the music tells him maybe not… Maybe she’s even more sensitive now, in this body. He’s certainly already got something going on below the belt just from servicing her. He shifts to offset the damp pressure, moving her dogtag out of the way.

He wonders how different she is down there, because he sure as hell is. He’d eaten her alive enough times as a human to give HR a fucking stroke. The memory of her taste, how soft she was under his lips, is fresh and vivid as ever. He’s not going to have to wonder for long, it seems, because she’s already enthusiastically wriggling to get her waistband loosened.

Miles releases a nipple and kisses back up her chest and neck, one hand reaching down to help her pull her pants down and off.

“Tell me what ya want,” he breathes into her, feeling her pulse under his lips. His hand hovers over her underwear, just barely putting enough pressure to get her legs moving.

“Like you don’t already know.” She scratches at his scalp again, closer to his queue. He grunts from the tingle it sends down the strange appendage, getting a little more aggressive with his kisses.

“Mmhm, but I wanna hear it from ya,” he says.

She looks at him, at his stupid smile, at those impish little fangs, and gives him a sweet bubblegum kiss.

“Boss. I want your head between my thighs.”

One last lick up her breast to make her shiver and the colonel is mouthing hungrily down her abdomen.

“You got it, sweetheart…”

As he pulls her underwear down, leaving it on one ankle, excitement and curiosity sends a jolt to his groin. His pupils circle wide at the sight. She’s so adorably pink , but familiar enough, everything identifiable even with obvious differences. The biggest being that, well… she’s bigger .

Zdinarsk chuckles at how entranced he is, tickling his head with her nails again to get his attention. With her other hand, she reaches down. One little tug is all it takes to retract the hood protecting her glans, and Miles has to swallow saliva. He’s no stranger to the variety of vulvas humans have to offer, but Christ, that’s a fat clit. Just begging to be sucked. It’s even standing up a little, ready for action.

“I’ll be damned…” he rasps, kissing her inner thigh and cutting his big round eyes up to her. “For little ol’ me?”

She chuckles, because only Miles Quaritch can manage to be this corny but so charming at the same time. But that laugh soon turns into a soft moan as he flattens his tongue against her, still only teasing, dipping his tongue into her hole like she’s made of pure sugar. He takes his time wetting her, warming her up, enjoying the music while he does so.

Her desperation becomes evident in the flicking of her tail, the way she rocks her hips up into his mouth. So he finally gives her what she’s after and closes his lips around her engorged clit. A shaky sigh has her arching and he uses one hand to massage her lower back, pulling her into him.

She’s so sweet . He kisses her there slowly, driving her crazy. Her clit throbs against his soft new lips, so reactive to each small touch.

“Oh, shit ,” Zdinarsk whispers, shaking. “Just like that, sir…”

Anyone who’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing this man’s mouth knows one thing: he can make a mess out of anyone in just a few minutes. In his new Recombinant body, with Recombinant pussy under his lips, things are no different. Hell, he might even be better at this now, somehow.

Before long, she’s digging her heels into his back and compressing his head between her thighs. Exactly as she always did. He doesn’t let up, swirling his tongue and not giving her a chance to recover. Zdinarsk’s hand covers her mouth, trying to muffle the lewd noises coming out.

Her cunt contracts a few times, begging for more stimulation, so he gives it to her. One finger slips easily in to curl at her front wall, gently massaging there. She grips around it with a broken groan.

“Fuck yeah —m-more—”

Ever the gentleman, he gives her what she asks. Two large digits now, fingertips kneading right where she’s tender and squishy. She moans long in encouragement.

Do Na’vi have this spot too or did she get lucky with her human DNA?

Does he have that same spot…?

That’s a question for another time.

A static sound freezes them both, but he soothes her with a palm on her belly. Just his comms.

He pulls back from her with a parting kiss—and nearly pops out of his sheath at the sight. Not only is she puffy, clutching his fingers like they’re a lifeline, her clit is even more erect than when they started. She could penetrate with that thing. It’d be shallow, but damn. He’s impressed.

Without wiping his mouth, he presses his neck comms and speaks. “Copy. Steppin’ out soon.” A wink at Zdinarsk as she looks down at him, the purple flush of her cheeks pretty as a flower.

Miles grunts excitedly, sealing his lips back around her clit. He resumes pumping her and his free hand reaches up, massaging a breast the way he knows she loves it. Neither of them notice that the song ends and a new one begins, completely wrapped up in each other. Her tail curls around his arm, gripping in time with her cunt, and he knows she’s close.

A rough pinch of her nipple is all it takes to help her get there, practically crushing Miles’ head between her legs as she comes, clit pulsing in intense jerks against his tongue. He doesn’t slow down, keeping the suction going long past her orgasm, until her legs are shaking around him. Even when her thighs and tail go limp, he keeps her in his mouth, hot, wet, and babied by his tongue. Anything to keep hearing those soft sighs and gasps.

When Marissa’s truly spent, he finally releases her, a little sadly. She’s still breathing and staring at the ceiling as she comes down. “That’s my girl…” he crows proudly, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his wrist. He shifts back on his heels and pats her thigh apologetically. “Not very polite to leave a lady like this, but… duty calls.”

She laughs hoarsely, extending a long arm to grab her underwear off her ankle. “You going to a meeting with a boner?”

He looks down at his crotch with a comical blink. Guess that’s one good thing about this new setup. Can’t tell he’s got anything going on, thanks to the sheath. But it feels tight as hell. He’s definitely going to be uncomfortable until it settles down, unless a stray thought makes him pitch a tent right there in a room full of corporate suits.

“Don’t you worry about me,” he says, moving to help her dress.

She stops him though, holding up her RDA-branded panties in front of his face. After a moment, she lets them drop and he catches them.

“Something to help you out when you’re done,” she clarifies with a mischievous smirk, turning to slip a leg back into her pants. Commando it is.

Oh, he could pin her to the bed all over again. But his watch says it’s time to run.

He stuffs the garment into a pocket and pulls her close by the wrists. A goodbye candy kiss to remember her by and he spends the rest of the day’s meetings idly thumbing the fabric of her underwear.

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