PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE FOR DETAIL AND CONTEXT:

This is one of my rewrites, if any of you haven't already gotten the memo. I set this as a modern AU wherein the four nations is the geography, but each of the four nationalities are referred to using that of which each is based off of (i.e. "I am Fire Nation" would be "I am Japanese" and "It is Water Tribe custom" would be "It is Inuit custom"). However, each nation itself will still be referred to as is.

Before I go any further, I decided to place this in the Omegaverse because I found it easier to write. But what's really important is that I changed one thing that really irks me about this universe, that being the female alphas' 'shifting process'. So I just replaced that completely so that female alphas in this story already have a penis, whose use is typically preferred during sex, as well as a vagina that can also be used. Regarding the function of the reproductive system of alphas (male and female), let's just assume it makes sense and not worry about it.

Now that we got that over and done with, let's get into the story, shall we?

Disclaimer: The Legend of Korra and its characters are owned by Bryan Konietzko, Michael Dante DiMartino, Viacom and Nickelodeon Studios, and is animated by Studio Mir in collaboration with Studio Reve, and by Studio Pierrot. Please support the official release.

Do keep in mind that what I write is considered a parody, which falls beneath fair use of American copyright law. I am entitled to defend my fan-work at any time it is challenged and threatened.

Republic City was the center of diversity. Alphas, omegas and betas of all nationalities lived amongst each other in a place where individuality and creativity was encouraged. The streets bled constant liveliness from the people strolling along the sidewalk and the cars rushing down the road to the businesses advertising their merchandise. Republic City was the first to hold the spotlight on innovation and was the birthplace to many pioneers of industrialization and, more famously, education.

Republic City University was the whole reason Korra chose to leave the Southern Water Tribe and travel across the map to live in the United Republic territory in the west coast of the Earth Kingdom. It was one of the highest ranked colleges in the world with the best sports programs in the entire Nation and was extremely difficult to get into. Luckily for Korra, she had been accepted on a martial arts scholarship.

For Korra, this would be a tremendous shift in her lifestyle. She wasn't sure she would be able to cope with the transition of living in such a vast city, but she promised herself she would try. It was difficult at first, but she refused to give up even when the going got tough. Korra was dedicated to giving this experience her all. Though despite her determination she still dreaded the harsh judgement of others, but she wouldn't give in to fear so easily, if at all. As an alpha, she had to defend and uphold her pride and dignity.

As soon as Korra stepped into the auditorium for RCU's freshman orientation, she found herself practically surrounded by good-looking betas and omegas. Their scents were an amalgamation of anxiety and absolute enthusiasm. With a long and drawn out deep breath, the alpha took in the satisfying aroma of the room before scoping the room for an omega. Since she was about an hour early, Korra had plenty of spare time to fool around.

Korra's love life was all over the place. The alpha was a player and thought it more convenient for herself to steer clear of relationships and stick to just the physical side, with complete disregard for the feelings of whomever happened to be her partner. However, if she were to be fully honest with herself, she only did so to prevent her heart from breaking, but she would never admit it, not aloud and not to herself. So as a way to conceal the fact she didn't want a broken heart she would fuck practically any human with a pulse, omegas being her favorite as they were easier for her to assert her dominance as an alpha over.

Spotting a red-haired omega girl who wore a tight red sundress sitting in an aisle seat in the back row near the left entrance, Korra made her move. She approached her target with her backpack slung casually over one shoulder, a hand carelessly shoved in the pocket of her slacks as she undid a couple buttons of her white dress shirt to show off her collarbones. She had this in the bag.

Korra stopped in front of the red-haired girl, who looked up at her with curious, glimmering gray eyes. The southerner flashed her trademark crooked grin that made all the girls and boys swoon, and the reaction she received from this particular girl was no different. From there, the alpha new she had this omega right where she wanted her.

"This seat taken?" Korra asked with a flirtatious lilt to her tone.

"Not at all." The omega replied, flirting back in an adorable high-pitched voice. "I'm Ginger, by the way. Ginger Yura." She added as she moved one seat over to save the southerner the trouble of awkwardly climbing over her.

Noticing that Ginger's last name was Inuit, Korra quickly constructed a plan to get into the omega's pants that revolved around the conversation topic. As she took a seat next to the red-head, the alpha put her plan into motion.

"I'm Korra Nanuq. It's incredibly relieving to meet another Inuit, especially one whose name is as beautiful as yourself." Korra complimented with a wink, receiving a blush from the omega.

"Thanks. You're not so bad-looking yourself, Korra." Ginger returned the compliment with a suggestive smile.

Sweet! Korra cheered in her head. Now just ease into it and you'll have her screaming your name in the next twenty minutes.

"I'm from the Southern Tribe, and judging by the sound of your last name, you are too."

"I was born and raised in Harbor City until I was fourteen, then my parents and I packed our things and left when my dad was transferred to Republic City." Ginger explained, slightly shifting her position more toward the southerner to show she wasn't disinterested.

"There aren't very many Inuits here from what I can see." Korra observed, glad she didn't have to suddenly pull a random general statement out of her ass to keep the conversation going.

"There're plenty of Inuits in the United Republic, trust me," Ginger began in assurance, "but, coincidentally, there're very few enrolled here at RCU. If I had to guess how many, I'd say at least 3 per average-sized class."

"Damn!" Korra exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "Am I lucky I found you, good-looking." She winked again, receiving a blush and promiscuous smile once more. "It's refreshing to know someone with the same ethnicity, as selfish as it sounds."

"I totally know what you mean. It's nice to know someone who shares the same heritage." Ginger said thoughtfully. "Well, most of the same heritage." She admitted with a cool, casual tone.

"Oh?" The alpha questioned, becoming rather impatient for the conversation to end so she could get her dick wet. "Now that you mention it, your skin tone looks a bit mixed." Just hang on a bit longer, Korra, you can do it. She told herself, holding back a sigh of frustration.

"I'm actually an eighth Chinese on my mother's side, which is why my skin is lighter than the average Inuit's." Ginger explained, matter-of-factly.

Not able to wait any longer, Korra decided to take a chance and quicken the process. She had already complimented the omega, who seemed to revel in the acknowledgement of her beauty, so the possibility she would accept the alpha's advances were very high.

Korra boldly placed her hand atop Ginger's knee, softly rubbing circles into the smooth skin with her thumb. "I think it makes you look exotic." She began, at this point willing to say anything that would get them into the nearest secluded place, "You look like a model."

"Well, I do major in fashion." Ginger said and leaned into the touch.

The alpha dragged her hand further up the pale leg and began to gently massage her inner thigh, inching dangerously close to her crotch. A sudden, repressed gasp followed by a hand clutching the wrist of the hand between her legs caught Korra off guard. Ocean blue eyes met a pair of very aroused gray ones.

"There's an empty janitor's closet downstairs in the basement." Ginger said, her breathing becoming heavy.

Nothing more needed to be said. Korra knew what the omega was hinting at and felt her dick twitch in slight pleasure at the prospect. Before they could attract any attention, the two stood up and casually made their way out of the auditorium and down the hall toward the staircase that lead to the basement.

Ginger soon found herself pinned against the far wall of the janitor's closet as she and Korra eagerly tongued each another. A dim yellow glow from an old bulb hanging from a cord on the ceiling was the only light that illuminated the small room. She felt Korra press their bodies flush against one other, the rather large tent confined firmly in the alpha's slacks making itself known as it rubbed against the omega's drenched, clothed pussy.

Korra broke away from the kiss to quickly unbuckle her belt and fish a condom from her pocket before dropping her pants and boxer-briefs down around her ankles, releasing her thick pulsating erection from its prison. After applying the rubber, she hiked up Ginger's dress and pulled the omega toward her by the hips before lifting her up.

Ginger wrapped her legs securely around the alpha and enveloped her muscled back in a taut grasp. As she held the girl up against the wall with a tight grip around her legs, Korra lined up her throbbing cock to enter the omega's tight cunt. Hearing Ginger scream her name in between pleasured gasps and high-pitched moans was music to her ears.

Forty-five minutes later the two made their way back to the auditorium. Ginger greeted a few of her friends who were sitting in their seats. As they talked Korra grabbed her backpack, intending to move and find another seat, but Ginger grabbed her wrist in protest.

"Hey, here's my number." After quickly scrawling on a piece of scrap paper, the omega handed Korra her cellphone number. "Call me."

"No problem." Korra lied with a fake smile and tucked the number into her pocket, never to be looked at, let alone used.

The alpha turned and walked far away from her accomplished mission, a feeling of great sexual satisfaction lingering in her veins. But that soon faded, leaving her with the typical, exceptionally aching emptiness in her heart. The only way Korra knew how to numb that ache was to find another willing partner, have her way with them, then leave without as much as a quick hug. It was a tiring, never-ending process, but it was all she could do to avoid falling in love, which was something she believed she would never be able to recover from if that love were to fall apart.

End of chapter one...