It had only been a few months since the Hundred-Year War had finally ended. After so much heartache and loss it was all over. It had taken ages and endless pound after pound of seemingly futile struggle but they had succeeded and come out on the other side of it.
And what was Aang's reward, after the parade and celebratory feast of course, why every Avatar's favorite pastime and responsibility—politics! Of rebuilding, rewriting border lines, reparations, etcetera upon etcetera after long, long-winded etcetera.
All sorts of important things that Aang was currently taking a break from.
Responsible behavior becoming of his position? Not exactly. But Avatar or not, Aang was still just a kid. He hadn't had the foggiest clue where to get started with any of these problems. Sure he had the other nation leaders to help with the lion-bear's share of negotiating, but sitting in a stuffy room as people argue wasn't exactly Aang's idea of a fun time, and that was when he was allowed to be irrelevant. It wasn't uncommon for something to be deadlocked and require his input as an unbiased, and unfortunately inattentive, mediator.
At the very least, he wasn't the same scared little boy who had run away from the Southern Air Temple so long ago for similar reasons. As tempting as it was to give Sokka's latest attempt at a glider reconstruction a test spin for several miles, Aang knew better than to be too far from the base. He was still a ways off, but not enough that it wouldn't take too long for him to return to the agreed-upon neutral grounds at Yue Bay. He had even made extra certain there were no storms today! This impromptu day off was taking place on a beautiful cloudless day on a clear cliff outcropping.
Aang lets out a satisfied sigh and shuts his eyes to the beautiful sundown glow, idly wondering if he could get away with a little shut-eye before heading back—when the soft ground he had been lying on turns as stiff as steel, wrapping around him and hiking him up dangling by his ankles.
"Bwaaah!?"
"Wow, Twinkle Toes. Just wow. A little time away from training and you're already that off your game? For shame."
Aang's head and heart had been running up a storm at the initial ambush but calms down even quicker at the sound of his 'attacker.' Any possible lingering doubt blown off as a familiar, rough-and-tumble tomboy steps out from behind the bushes to greet him.
"You're still the same airhead as ever."
"And you're still just as… uh clay-headed as ever!"
Aang points accusatorially. Toph raises an eyebrow but otherwise says nothing, content to let his 'barb' die in silence. And conceding defeat on the smack talk front, Aang lets his hand hang back down.
"How's it going, Toph? I haven't seen you in a while. Where've you been?"
Toph bends herself a small, elevated ground seat and plops herself down.
"Oh y'know… around. Checking out the sights, testing out my skills, running the circuit of every earthbending dojo, and whooping the master there. Oh! I've even hit up the desert a couple times! I'm this close to getting sandbending down now!"
Aang whistles.
"Wooooah, that's incredible, Toph."
She shrugs like what she's done was patently obvious and not a feat well beyond her years before preening smugly.
"Really? You forget just who I am?"
Aang chuckles and shakes his mirthfully.
"Ha, of course not. You're the best!"
Toph crosses her arms
"Hnh, darn skippy I am."
As pleasant as their little chat had been, the blood rushing to Aang's head was starting to get to him.
"Uh, hey Toph? You mind putting me down now?
Toph tilts her head down and smirks. Her milky gray eyes now hiding cloaked beneath her dark bangs.
"What? Can't bend yourself out? C'mon Twinkle Toes, try harder."
Aang rolls his eyes, accepting Toph's little spar of earthbending prowess, and tries bending his way free—only to find he couldn't.
Aang blinks before trying harder. He puts his whole body into being firm to try and break the hold loose. He does manage to crack off several huge pieces off the rock but with little progress on getting back down to show for it.
Aang tries to center himself and really feel at the ground around him. He could start to feel something was off about the earth he was trying to bend, but he couldn't put quite put his finger on it. He reflects back on every lesson Toph had taught him on earthbending to try and break the hold. His efforts do bare more fruit this time, breaking off another large hunk of the rock snare to reveal… metal?
"Huh?"
"Took you long enough, Aang. What? You forget about you and Sparky's little construction project? I could feel the iron you guys were shipping out here from like across the continent. Sooooo… I took the liberty of borrowing some of it for this trap."
Despite Twinkle Toes being a friendly nickname that had only slightly chafed at Aang, something about the way Toph had switched to finally using his real name sent a strange sense of unease along his body.
"Come on, Aang. You're a master of bending, aren't you? Metalbending ain't that different from earthbending. Come on. Try harder."
Aang was starting to get antsy. He had promised Toph he'd get to work on metalbending the last time they had seen each other. And he did try to learn it, but no matter how or what he tried the skill just wouldn't click for him. He was an Air Nomad. The subtleties of earthbending were already difficult enough for him to get his head wrapped around, it diametrically opposed the kind of person he was. To evolve past bending earth to metal was a lot to ask of him, Avatar or not. And that was when he had the precious time for himself to learn it, today had been the only real time he's had for himself since before the war.
But irritated as Aang was starting to get, he was still willing to see Toph's point and concede that he was the one in the wrong.
"*Sigh* Okay, okay. I get it, Toph. I've been slacking in my training. I'll try harder. Now, will you put me down? Please?"
"Mmmm… Nope!"
Now Aang was starting to get irritated. He had already told Toph she was right, what more did she want from him? Was she trying to 'tough love' him into learning? Regardless, finally fed up and long since grown tired of this game Aang starts to suck in a lungful of breath to get ready to blow out a small blast of airbending—when the iron on his legs starts to stretch, tense, and expand, til it encases his entire body. Particularly around his chest where the metal starts to squeeze tightly, knocking the wind right out of him.
Left wincing, Aang is barely able to catch his breath as the iron shifts again. The sheet enveloping him now moving to start leaving holes to uncover parts of his body. But before Aang can even start wondering what Toph was going with this, she leaps off her seat and rushes to the metal cocoon, jabbing her fingers at every hole she's bent to strike at him directly.
"Gah! Agh! Stop already!"
"Oh don't be such a baby. I'm not even poking you that hard. 'Sides, I'm done now."
Toph puts her fist up and flexes her fingers. The iron begins pulling away and thinning more and more til the form-fitting sheet becomes a body-tight net. Light and less cramped admittedly, but no more comfortable to be confined in, especially when Toph separates the bound Aang from the snare and drops him painfully down to the dirt.
Aang falls with a painful grunt. He tries to recover, shift and struggle against the iron but to no avail. He even slips his fingers through some of the holes to paw at the dirt and earthbend, when he finds the strangest response he's ever had while bending.
Nothing.
"Wha-What the?"
Toph folds her arms behind her head, a wolfish grin clear across her face.
"What's wrong? Bend already will ya! Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. Sandbending wasn't the only thing I picked some pointers on."
She puts out one hand and wriggles her fingers for added emphasis.
Aang had heard all the horror stories about chi-blocking from Sokka, Katara, and Zuko and he had thanked his lucky stars that he had never had the displeasure of facing a user with such a skill. But even with the powerful warning they had given him on the horrors of losing your ability to bend and fight back, their words couldn't have prepared him for the sheer terror of coming face to face with it.
Airbending was practically second-nature to him, to be robbed of the ability to move with the wind, let alone with fire, earth, or water, was like falling several thousand feet to get swallowed up by a dark yawning chasm.
Aang starts to hyperventilate. The bending loss coupled with the actual cage was doing the poor boy no favors. The sound of his own heartbeat filling up his ears so bad it becomes hard to even hear Toph.
But even if she hadn't said another word, her casual malice would've been impossible to not still be felt.
"Believe me it was not the easiest thing to get Ty Lee to divulge her secrets. But what can I say? I'm a great negotiator."
She squeezes the cage the slightest fracture of an inch tighter to leave Aang wheezing and coughing before leaving it loose.
Toph quirks a bemused eyebrow at seeing Aang. Even putting her fists on her lips and bending over to lean over him mockingly.
"Hey! Be grateful I only took away your bending. I could've taken away all feeling in your body for a while if I felt like it. But we're friends y'know. I figured I'd at least do you the solid of being able to feel what comes next."
"W-Wha? What's nex-"
Aang's frightened and confused plea dies in his throat as Toph drops herself on top of him, and takes his mouth forcibly with her own.
Aang had only been kissed a scant few times before today. The odd pecks on the cheek here and there from greetings and farewells before his few real ones with Katara.
The only way Aang could define Katara's kisses was… warm. From their nervous necessary one at the Cave of Two Lovers to their most recent at the capital at Bae Sing Se. Katara's lips—no her whole being, was comfort. Her body was like a calm shoreline, when the waves wash over you and every small bother that hangs on you can be left alone for a blessed, peaceful moment. A port in the eye of a storm.
Toph's kiss was the raw, violent antithesis of it.
Where with Katara there was heart, in Toph there was only hunger. There was no give, no caring side that yearned for you or wanted to make you feel at ease. If Katara was the bountiful, nurturing sea then Toph was an all-swallowing sinkhole.
Her presence intruding onto his was an aberration. Something so profoundly wrong that it shouldn't be allowed to be. Her tongue forced itself into Aang's mouth with a ferocity he hadn't known possible. Her fingers clutching at him through the holes in the metal mesh as she tries to dig into his clothes and skin with a painful, almost ripping force.
Whereas Aang wanted out, Toph had him right where she wanted him.
After she's drank her fill of his taste, Toph finally tears her lips off his and Aang takes the merciful opportunity for pitiful, heaving breaths like the pathetic sap Toph figured he was. She had fostered some hope that he'd be better, that maybe there had been a beast lying in the waits inside him that she could pull out and have her fun playing with. But as usual, Toph had to do everything herself.
Oh well.
Toph bends the mesh til there's a gap right at the hem of Aang's pants, and while he's still left reeling, slides her hand underneath the fabric and pulls out his bare cock.
The strange, uncomfortable sensation jolts Aang back from his flinching to the dark reality at hand.
Sensing Aang's terror, Toph only gives a half-lidded smile.
"That got your attention? How about this then?"
She slowly strokes her fingers up and down his penis. Her soft palm flies by torturously slow and steady, one so stimulating that Aang's body is powerless not to follow her lead.
Aang tries to rebel against the unfamiliar, unwanted pleasure signals his body was traitorously sending him to no avail. His only recourse is to withdraw. He tries to squirm and get away but there's nothing for it. There is no 'away.' He's completely bound and trapped under Toph's mercy. She had him right in the palm of her hand. His cock sending an endless parade of aching, hot throbs throughout his body that Aang can't hope to try and deny.
Even as he tries so desperately
He shuts himself away. Closes his eyes tight like he was bracing himself for a blow, and even still he wasn't ready for what Toph would say next.
"Aang, you ever thought about having kids?"
Toph couldn't have cold-cocked him harder if she had started beating him with actual ice.
"Wha-What?!"
Toph's mouth widens until she starts showing teeth.
"I mean come on, you are the last Air Nomad. Isn't it your responsibility to help repopulate?"
Aang's shivering. He didn't like where this line of questioning was going at all. He didn't think about having kids. He was a kid! In the back of his mind there was barely the whiff of such an idea of having kids, a passing daydream he sometimes had of him, Katara, and a family. A thought that made his face go beet red and he would quickly brush off at each and every odd, intrusive time.
A sentiment Toph seemed to pick up on clear enough from how upset he was acting.
She clicks her tongue and shakes her head before sighing dramatically.
"Oh, Aang. You are such a slacker."
She comes down closer so she can whisper her next words straight into his ear.
"But don't worry. I'm still your teacher after all. I'll help you out and show you how it's done."
Before Aang can mount any sense of protest she kisses him again. She strokes tenderly at his cheek as her other hand pumps his cock faster. Her unnaturally experienced assault is too much for him, and whatever meager resistance he was able to muster before falls away as he becomes fully erect.
Though the head of his penis isn't the only thing leaking, Toph comes to find.
Toph leans back. She touches the wet side of her face before somehow grinning even wider than before.
"Really? Crying?"
Aang tries to hold back but her mocking tone breaks down the last vestiges of a wall he still has. The tears are flying fast now. He tries to plead with her, somehow make this person he once considered a friend see reason.
But all Toph hears is weak-willed blubbering.
"P-Please Toph! Stop! Stop already!"
And all Toph can do is laugh.
"Spirits, Aang! You're beyond hope! Man up a little will ya! Gahahaha! You're gonna me laugh so hard I'mgonna start crying! Gahahaha!"
Toph could scarcely believe how worthless Aang was. She'd felt hundreds of couples lie together, it was impossiblenot to with her too-sensitive earth sonar when traipsing through the world on her adventures. She had 'seen' everything there was to see. Sex performed for money, for love, malice, she'd seen it all. Every private moment of passion her own little performance to peep in and play voyeur to.
But it was only now, with her own victim struggling and bawling beneath her, did Toph really get to understand the sheer glee the third option brought to the table.
To watch it happen just wouldn't be enough anymore. She could never go back to just that.
"Y'know what, Aang. Hrnk! You're right. I change my mind."
Those words are enough to pull Aang out and stifle his sniveling. Even as Toph drops her trousers, Aang still brings himself to hope he'd somehow broken through to one of his once closest friends.
"Y-You *hic* You have?"
"Yeah."
Toph grabs his cock with far more force than was comfortable and lines it up directly with her snatch.
"Forget Air Nomads. Our kid is gonna be Earth Kingdom."
And with that, she takes Aang's virginity with the same grace she did his body and hitches him deep inside. Toph cooing in effervescent, giddy joy even as Aang returns to trembling and shaking.
"Oh yeah. Loser like you? It's for the best the kid takes after me!"
His heart sinks like a stone. There was no pleasure in this. Every little sensation his libido was sending was like claws cutting down his spine. He didn't want this! He didn't!
Toph plants one palm firmly onto his chest and pistons herself up and Aang wished for nothing more than to somehow sink and sleep forever into the earth.
Sensing he was about to retreat back again, Toph takes that option away as well when with her other hand, she grabs at his throat. Her grip is loose and her own brand of tender, but with every flinch she squeezes the slightest bit harder. Her message read loud and clear.
No, Aang, you need to watch.
The violation of his body was terrifying and soul-numbing and now he couldn't even look away from it anymore. He meekly obeys his former friend's demand and tries to focus. His eyes fixating and locking on every part of her petite form, from her undeveloped chest to her lithe arms that betrayed the power this girl had—and it made whatever self-worth Aang had circle down the drain.
The mighty Avatar, beaten by a little girl. It was something he could never be allowed to forget, something that'd haunt him forever.
Aang bawls til his eyes turn red. Toph riding him all the while til the sun no longer is and finally sets. She had her oodles of fun with a nice cock in her but this was still business. She needed Aang to cum inside, even as he strains and resists and tries to keep that last piece of resistance. Too young to know if he'd had simply given up it'd be over.
But that was fine with Toph, she never backed down from a challenge.
Aang's balls are full to bursting. His body aches with the desire to let go even as his mind wants to play dead and go limp—even as Toph strikes another pressure point and forces his penis to stay engorged. The whole ordeal is a cavalcade of agony. And after enough ages of Toph bouncing up his cock and bruising his battered body and soul, Aang finally lets go and concedes her win.
Toph feels him start letting loose and her toes start to curl.
"Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Fill me up Aang! Fill me all the way up!
Aang's body has no choice but to obey its master. His overstimulated balls go into overdrive. After finally being allowed release it doesn't want to waste a single moment. Aang pumps shot after shot of his cum inside Toph. Every wad of cum flying so hot and fast it's painful for him. He doesn't feel any respite from cumming. The only one who was feeling right was Toph, as it should be. All spoils to the stronger. All bliss to the victor.
Toph's pussy is so flooded she's leaking all around and down Aang. She's even breathing slightly heavy. The Avatar meanwhile lies there like a limp fish. Disappointing, but she couldn't deny he at least made for it with his massive load.
"Mmm-mmm~! Wow, Aang. Not too shabby. Could use some work but not bad for your first time.
Toph climbs back up to her feet, pulling her pants back up casually like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't burnt away the bond of camaraderie and brotherhood between both benders like it were dead branches for kindling. Like she had become a monster in Aang's own eyes worse than even Ozai or Azula had been.
"Well. It's been fun Twinkle Toes, but I gotta go. Places to go, things to do, yadda-yadda. Keep working on your technique though and you should be half-decent in no time. Don't let me catch you goofing off again now y'hear?"
She gives a two-finger salute and a glib smirk before striking the earth and bending herself underground to her next location, off to sate her boredom one way, or another.
It takes nightfall to pass for Aang to regain his bending. Even longer for him to try and break out. And with no plan in his heart, all he can do is scramble for his glider and take to the skies. No location in mind save anywhere else than where he was.
It takes days for Aang to return to the camp and he does so with nary an explanation in sight. There are some ruffled feathers from some officials on such unbecoming behavior from the Avatar, but not one that can voice such a complaint when they see the hollow look in the boy's eyes.
It takes years for Katara to coax the truth of what happened that day from Aang. One half-baked with nary a name in sight to pin for such a despicable act. But Katara was a smart woman, she picks it up eventually, late as she is to do anything about it for her poor lover.
Lin Beifong was borne a short time afterward. Her earthbending prowess a sight for all to see, even the father she didn't know she had. The young girl's very existence, a monument to every little barb Toph had thrown his way. Her prodigious proficiency in earthbending a curse that plagued him even worse, as though the spirits themselves agreed with the cruel words the girl's mother had said.
Aang could only count his blessings then when the time had come for Toph to want another child, she had seemingly found some other man to be the father.
Unaware that the new father was closer than he ever could have suspected. Or that airbending and the legacy of Air the Nomads weren't all his darling son Tenzin shared with him.