I don't think anyone would care just make sure to give Merunyaa (the artist) credit.

The ABDL artist discord has a channel for asking for art advice. Below are also a bunch of references for drawing diapers if that helps.

I can't edit this post (why?) so here is the link to Double Down, a story centering around Ty Lee and Azula, set between Payback and this story. Apologies for the bump.

I can't edit this post (why?) so here is the link to Double Down, a story centering around Ty Lee and Azula, set between this story and Reap What You Sow. Apologies for the bump.

Rated E for Explicit, meant for readers 18 years and older. AB/DL, Mommy Domme Ty Lee / Little Girl Azula. Happens after the show, written as a sequel to Payback and a prequel to Reap What You Sow All characters depicted are 18+ Read on LegitFic or down below ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ "Can you hurry up?" Ty Lee rolls her eyes at the princess’ incessant whining. She would say the princess is acting like a spoiled baby, but that’s just the thing isn’t it? "I'm trying to make sure I don't overdo it,” Ty Lee says instead, “you know, since this is your spine and all." "Shut up," Azula persists, "you're just saying that to scare me.” "You watch that mouth or I'll make this permanent." Azula scoffs. "You wouldn't dare." Ty Lee doesn’t know what’s got her princess’ padding in a bunch today, usually she had Mai deal with their former superior’s attitude. Then again, sometimes the princess required a more delicate touch. "Ouch!" Azula yelps as she’s hit by Ty Lee’s special technique. Oops , oh well. Even chi-blocking could only be so gentle, though Ty Lee would bet her left pinkie the princess yelped moreso out of fear than true pain. Ty Lee lets Azula simmer in silence for a bit, letting her grow more and more anxious as the princess confirms in real time that her lower half is in fact paralyzed. (But far from numb, which took the kind of precision even Mai could appreciate.) “You didn’t~” Azula accuses, even mustering her old trademark scowl. Under normal circumstances it may have done the trick, but with her current attire it just made the princess look like an overgrown fussy toddler. “~Didn’t I?” Ty Lee teases, letting her old friend panic just a little longer. It would do well to thoroughly quash the princess’ earlier attitude. “It’ll turn back right?” her baby pleads, “Please? Mommy I’m sorry ~ ” There it is "~Just kidding~" Ty Lee giggles, “it should wear off after a little while.” “Sh~should or will ?” Azula pleads, “You’re really sure you didn’t mess it up, or something?” “Hey,” Ty Lee says, scooping the princess up. It’s easier than it should be, Azula was still gaining weight from when she’d lost all her appetite, but right now Ty Lee tries not to show how that bothers her. “Still don’t trust me?” She says instead. “No!” Azula denies, “I mean, I didn’t mean it like that.” “Weren’t you the one to always praise my skills in chi-blocking?” Ty Lee asks teasingly as she sits down on the sofa with Azula on her lap, “I may have gone a little soft since the war ended, but not that much.” “I trust you.” Azula mutters, then she continues, “And I like that you’re soft.” “You do?” “Yes. Not like~ Like you’re weak or anything. You’re still strong, but also soft. It makes me feel safe.” Ty Lee doesn’t have the words, so instead she squeals and holds her princess oh so tight and ignores Azula’s squirming, they both know she loves being squished. In fact just a little bit into their impromptu cuddle session Ty Lee hears her princess let out a whine with a pitch just a tad high to be entirely innocent. Azula quickly tries to cover for her slip-up, but the hot pink entering both her aura and her cheeks tells Ty Lee all she needs to know. Wordlessly Ty Lee scoots Azula over to just one of Ty Lee’s legs, starts bouncing her knee and pretends not to notice how Azula’s groin just so happens to rest on Ty Lee’s thighs or the lewd mewls in draws out of the princess. By now they’ve done this routine quite often enough and it quickly became one of their favourites. There is just something so precious about having prim and proper Azula mindlessly hump her brains out on Ty Lee’s leg while dressed in such infantile clothing. To see all that pride go down the drain just from some simple knee bounces. Ty Lee can't deny being any less deviant than her little princess at this point. Maybe she likes it more, even. Not that Ty Lee cares much, when she was younger she liked being called a freak, because at least it meant she was different and by now Ty Lee’s so caught up in her own joy she gives little thought to what other people might think.. Her princess is much more important. With her legs numb she’s completely at the mercy of the timing of Ty Lee’s knee bounces. It also means Azula’s forced to cling to Ty Lee’s neck to even stay upright, but from the way Azula’s liberally burying her face in Ty Lee’s bosom makes Ty lee doubt the princess minds that part much. Ever indulgent, Ty Lee opens her robe to allow Azula easier access to her breasts, which the princess quickly attends to with gusto. However, it doesn’t take too long for the princess’ moans of pleasure to turn to whines of annoyance. It’s hardly a surprise: even with her oversensitive loins the princess can barely get any friction and her thick padding isn’t helping. If they were using some of Mai’s “toys”, things might be different, but in Ty Lee’s opinion those were much too naughty for little babies. But it won’t do to leave her baby too needy before bedtime, so Ty Lee lets her knee rock a little faster while making sure to hold her princess extra tight. Ty Lee knows it won’t be enough to get the princess off, but the princess seems quite pleased with the change of pace anyhow and in turn gives Ty Lee’s breasts her full attention. The princess’ hands are all over them now, gentle massaging quickly giving way to greedy kneading, but that’s nothing compared to what the princess is doing with her mouth. Kissing, licking, biting, but most of all sucking. Almost like she’s trying to nurse! The lewd sound alone is enough to get Ty Lee on edge and when Azula lets one of her canines scrape over a nipple just as she squeezes the other one Ty lee can’t help but let out a whine of her own. It’s a near thing they don’t just fall over right then. Ty Lee’s just about to let Azula have her big girl reward for her good behaviour when Azula suddenly freezes. “No, no, no, no, noooo!” the princess wails, a panicked look on her face. “What’s wrong?” Ty Lee asks, but her question is quickly answered by Azula’s behind. Briefly, Ty Lee wonders what the princess would’ve done when she farted in the old days. Most likely find some poor soul near her to blame it on. Not that that would be an option here with just the two of them. Ty Lee ignores the smell and giggles. “Aww, does baby have to go number 2? Let me help with that.” Pretending not to notice the mortified look Azula is sending her, Ty Lee lifts the princess up and lays her on her back. Ty Lee can see Azula’s legs twitch as she desperately tries to hold it in, but squirm as she might: It's nowhere near enough to stop what’s coming and sure enough the princess only has only just laid down when she helplessly starts filling her pants. The face Azula made as the smell hit her was beyond precious, something to savour for years to come. Ty Lee managed to lengthen the moment by pulling the princess’ feet up and then pushing them gently, but firmly down towards her shoulders. The legs kept straight of course. Stretching is important for babies too. Her reward is Azula's delicious whining and squirming as she helplessly fills her diapers. She mumbles out some meek protests, but her flushed face shows her true colors. Her baby is enjoying this just as much as Ty Lee is. More even, if the hot pink in Azula’s aura is anything to go by. Maybe they can play with that at a later date, but not today. The smell really is quite foul. Once it’s clear the princess is done Ty Lee slips one arm under Azula’s knees and another under her shoulders, lifting her in a way her up so Ty lee can lay Azula down on the mat they have for changes. Azula cringes as her padded bum squishes against the mat. She’s mostly calmed down by now, but as her beet red embarrassment fades away Ty Lee can see pale blue shades of shame creeping in. It’s not hard to guess why. Ty Lee had already suspected Azula asked to be chi-blocked so she’d have an excuse for something like this to happen. Ty Lee doesn’t care how stinky or strange her little one is, she doesn’t want to see her baby so down. There is only one course of action. “Tickle attack!” Ty Lee declares as she does exactly that. Azula immediately falls into a fit of giggles as Ty Lee assaults her tummy. Even after all the attention she’s been getting in recent months, she’s still quite the ticklebug. “Stoo~oop” Azula whines after proving completely defenseless against Ty Lee’s tactics and so Ty Lee immediately relents. “Sorry little one,” Ty Lee tells the princess, “but Mommy noticed you were getting a little frowny. Just remember having an accident in your pampers is perfectly normal for babies like you. That's why you’re wearing them after all.” “But~” Azula feebly tries to counter. “That goes for any kind of accident,” Ty Lee continues, cutting the princess off, “Remember: Mommy knows best, doesn’t she.” “Yes Mommy.” Azula murmurs, a blush creeping on her cheeks. “Good girl.” Ty Lee coos, “Now, let's take care of this mushy tushy, shall we?” “Please mommy,” Azula pleads, “it’s really icky.” With that Ty Lee takes a deep breath and steels herself to do just that. With deft hands she unties the knot holding the diaper’s cover in place and one by one does the same with the various cotton layers tied to one another until she finally reaches the papery film of the innermost layer. Ty Lee doesn’t lurch as she unwraps that last layer, but it’s a near thing, and in the corner of her eye Ty Lee can see Azula’s lips start to tremble. “Don’t worry baby,” Ty Lee assures her princess, “this will only take a minute.” Azula hums feebly in response, clearly not too convinced, but taking a proper look over Ty Lee can tell the damage really is quite limited. Everything stayed neatly within the bamboo liner, so it’s a simple thing to scoop all the poo into it before wrapping it up and throwing it away. Ty Lee is really so glad she grabbed one of those paper liners when they started their play for today. They were kind of expensive and hard to come by, but absolutely worth it in this case. “See?” Ty Lee says as she finishes wiping the princess clean, it’s really not that different from a regular change at this point, "I told you it would be over quickly.” “Yesh Mommy, thank you.” Azula murmurs, then she stills as she notices Ty Lee grab her supplies. “Wait. Another one? But…” “No buts.” Ty Lee interrupts,” Babies belong in diapers silly. Besides, you still can’t move your legs, can you? How will you control yourself?” Azula looks like she wants to argue, so Ty Lee quickly sends the princess a look that brokers no argument. The first thing Ty Lee does as she gets to work is apply a nice layer of cornstarch powder, if her princess is going to keep having these kinds of accidents she doesn’t want her to get a rash after all, and then goes about inserting another liner and then fastening the various layers of her princess’ fresh diaper. “There.” Ty Lee says as she ties up the laces of the new diaper cover in a nice bow, only to look up and see Azula all tuckered out. She’s even sucking her thumb! Ty Lee can’t help but giggle at the precious sight, causing the princess to stir. “Oh i’m sorry baby, Mama didn’t mean to wake you,” Ty Lee says, “lets get you your night baba and tuck you into bed okay?” “~m not sleepy.” The princess mumbles, but when Ty Lee grabs the bottle of preheated milk and honey she had prepared (living with firebenders has its benefits) and prompts Azula to nurse on it while Ty Lee carries her to bed, she complies without issue. Ty Lee has only barely gotten them both into bed when she finds Azula vast asleep, half laying on top of Ty Lee and her bottle still in her hands. Ty Lee sighs as she carefully pries the still half-full bottle out of the princess' hands and puts it on the nightstand. That emotional rollercoaster Azula went through must’ve really taken it’s toll on her if she couldn’t even finish her drink, let alone get her release after Ty Lee worked her up so much. That’s okay though. There’s always next time. ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ Previous | Next

Freak Is A Compliment This is a Toph/Ty Lee/Zuko story, which are characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender, though setting is an Alternate Universe set in the modern era, but with bending. In this story all characters depicted are adults. This work is part of a series i'm calling 'Letting Go And Holding Tight', which consists of two parts, which I split for tagging purposes, fans of the show may already be able to guess why ;) They are: Curious Depravity, which consists of 4 chapters, and this fic: Freak Is A Compliment, which you can also her on LegitFic Before you read i also want to shoutout BabishBerry from whom i commissioned a cover for this series for and AndyABDL whose old Toph pic was a big visual inspiration. Please give 'em a follow (and be nice!). As for me: any comments, criticism or feedback is welcome :) Content Warnings: This work will contain Toph, who is the little, witnessing Zuko and Ty Lee perform sexual acts. This is known and agreed upon by all parties. Though there is some misunderstanding of Toph's motivation for this. Though there is a happy resolution Toph spirals a bit with feeling of inadequacy and there's also some mention of child neglect. Reader Beware. *** *** In a sunny Spring afternoon Toph finds herself gardening. It’s delicate work and not something she would have ever considered before deciding to retire after what had felt like her hundredth Earth Rumble title defense, allowing her and Zuko to withdraw from public life and leave their city apartment for the countryside. A decision she’s still coming to terms with. Rumbles had been what she’d based her whole life around. It had been her escape from her parents. To quit while she knew she hadn’t even reached her full prime yet was tough, but the more Toph’s relationship with Zuko developed, the more she realized how much in life she had set aside in pursuit of her passion. Frankly her heart wasn’t in it anymore and quitting on top as the champ; being undefeated, undisputed and absolutely loaded with prize money, well, it had its own appeal. As did indulging in a more… pampered lifestyle. A different kind of rumble, as the vibrator set on low tucked between her folds hits just the right spot, snaps her from her thoughts~ and messes up her gardening work. Toph quickly loosens the newly hardened soil she’d just been tilting. Luckily the fruits of the young pineapple plant hadn’t been damaged. A lucky break. Toph giggled as she finished planting the pineapple plant. She is getting a bit soft these days; she had Zuko put in the vibrator early. The toy would help keep Toph on her toes as she used her bending for gardening—and provide some entertainment. A pregame for the prime time show that would be coming up soon~ *ring* *ring* A little sooner than she thought. Damn. Fuck even. A quick tap on the ground confirms Zuko is still in his office on his stupid work call, which meant only one person could be behind the front door. Zuko was supposed to change Toph before Ty Lee arrived. What is she supposed to do? Pretend she didn’t hear? She’s Toph Beifong damnit. She’s not gonna chicken out now. This was her idea for spirits sake. Besides, Toph thinks as she’s stomping through the hallway, she made Zuko promise her outfits were discreet. There’s no way Ty Lee would notice right? Right? Well there’s nothing for it now. Toph is already standing in front of the front door. “Hello?” Toph asks, praying that the person in front of her isn’t who Toph thinks she is. “Hi Toph,” Ty Lee answers, “It’s me, Ty Lee, but uh you probably figured that out already. Sorry.” “Don’t worry about it,” Toph mutters, swallowing her disappointment, “come in.” “Right. Thank you.” Ty Lee says stepping inside. “Zuko is still on a work call.” Toph says as she leads Ty Lee to the living room, answering her unasked question. “Oh of course. I got here a little early, I was expecting more traffic than there ended up being.” Ty Lee lies. “It’s okay,” Toph tells Ty Lee, not bothering to remind her there was no point in lying to Toph. It is kind of funny what types of innocuous things Ty Lee still feels the need to lie about. Most of her friends know not to bother, at least when they’re talking to Toph. “Nice clothes by the way.” Ty Lee says, “I think they suit you.” “Thanks.” Toph mutters, ruthlessly telling herself there was no way Ty Lee could somehow know. “Awww don’t be shy.” Ty Lee coos, it’s unfair how she can lay her voice with honey in a way that puts even Sugarqueen to shame. “I mean it!” Ty Lee continues, “What prompted the new look?” “I, uh,” Toph stammers, cursing her vibrator for distracting her from coming up with a lie that was close enough to the truth, “I took up gardening, so i wanted something i wouldn’t mind getting dirty. You know, that wasn’t —“ — “Like your fighting clothes?” Ty Lee finishes for her, “Yeah, guess that makes sense. I didn’t know you took up gardening!” “Yeah,” Toph agrees, “I kind of needed a new hobby. After, well, it’s not like I quit fighting. I’m just not the one in the ring anymore. “I get what you mean. It’s different. and I think it’s good you’re also getting in touch with the softer side of yourself now. Your aura looks well, you know, brighter.” “I don’t know, but that sounded like a compliment so I'll take it.” “Oh right, it’s like. You look happy. Not that you didn’t before, but like, more. Calmer too.” Toph hums in agreement as she mulls it over, it’s true. She doesn't know if she’d call herself happier exactly. Lighter. Definitely calmer. Recently Toph realized that she always used to walk around with a chip on her shoulder and when she thought about it that all came from the way her parents, and people who thought like them, treated her. Which was ridiculous: Toph won’t let her parents rule the way she lives her life. She’s not twelve anymore. There is just one thing – “And it makes your ass looks great.” Ty Lee adds, breaking Toph from her thoughts, “Like, i never noticed before you were packing this much!” Toph stills. She doesn’t know. “Not that i was looking or anything!” Ty Lee lies. “Thanks, uh, Zuko likes it.” “Oh I bet he does~” Just then Zuko opens the door from his home office. “Hey, sorry,” he says, “I heard the bell, but i was stuck in a meeting that went a little overtime, you know how it goes. Luckily Toph could open the door.” “It happens,” Ty Lee replies, “i don’t mind.” “Cool. Can i get you two anything, or~” “I’m fine.” Ty Lee cuts in, her voice almost nonchalant, but her heart rate betraying her eagerness, “I could start right now. I mean. If you two don’t mind.” Now? But Zuko was supposed to change her first! Toph can’t excuse herself and Zuko for that though. Ty Lee will definitely figure it out then. “That’s fine.” Toph answers. “Are you sure?” Zuko asks, “What about—” “I said it’s fine, Zuko.” “Oh, uhm, okay. If you say so.” “Is something wrong?” Ty Lee asks, concern creeping into her voice. Toph tries to calm her anger. She doesn’t want Ty Lee’s pity. Toph may be blind, but even she could see what was happening. This is as much a favour to herself as it is to Zuko and Ty Lee. It would be easier for all involved if Toph could just… speed the two of them along a little. “No.” Toph answers, “Zuko is just being a bit of a worrywart. You know how he gets.” Ty Lee giggles, “I guess you don’t call him Dadko for nothing.” “I don’t call him that.” Toph corrects, “Will you two fuck already?” She’d been getting herself worked up since lunch. “Right.” Zuko concedes before turning to Ty Lee, “Shall we?” Ty Lee humms in agreement and Toph follows the two of them into the bedroom just to awkwardly sit on the little cuckchair they (Zuko) put here this morning as Zuko and Ty Lee start undressing. “Toph?” Ty Lee asks, “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes too?” “I told you I wanted to watch, didn't I?” Toph answers, smirking as she wiggles her toes for emphasis, “I don’t need to be nude for that. You two just make sure you’ll be fucking on the ground, so i can ‘see’. Or do it against the wall. I don’t care.” “The wall?” Ty Lee asks, “I uhm, okay.” Which, yeah, it feels good to show off her fiancé and Toph is determined to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of this while it lasts. “That reminds me,” Zuko pipes up, “you might want this.” He gives Toph a device, which turns out to be the remote for Toph’s toy. “I want you to keep it.” Toph says, putting it back into Zuko’s hands. “If you say so.” Zuko says before turning up the intensity. Then he tosses it away. Toph doesn’t know exactly where. Probably the bed, because she can’t sense it. Her vibrator is making it hard to focus. It’s not important now anyhow. Zuko has grabbed Ty Lee, making her yelp. Toph always wondered what sounds Ty Lee would make. She has always been very vocal about everything. Toph has had to double check she didn’t walk in on something many a time, just due to Ty Lee would make when she’d had a drink or desert that was ~ just so yummy! ~ Before Toph can get her answers though. Zuko and Ty Lee fall silent. “Oh you don’t like it?” Ty Lee mutters, “I could have shaved if you preferred~” “No, not at all.” Zuko says, before letting out a chuckle, “it’s just been a while. Toph had to remove hers.” “Had to?” Ty Lee asks, “Why?” They hadn’t even started yet and Zuko was already making fun of her. “None of your business,” Toph answered, calmly, “don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” “Hey, I just—” Ty Lee tried, before cutting herself off, “And you can’t even see my face!” “She’s just pulling your leg Ty Lee. Let it go.” Zuko mumbles. Toph can feel Ty Lee coming up with some kind of retort, but she’s very quickly shut up. Probably because Zuko started eating Ty Lee out. Those types of softer movements are kind of hard to pick up on, but there’s only so many things that would have Ty Lee make those sounds. The acrobat’s deliciously sweet moans are slow and labored, like if honey had a sound. Toph can’t help but think like Ty Lee must taste like it too. It would be just one more thing that would make Ty Lee better than her. It’s no wonder Zuko fell in love with the acrobat. Oh he would deny it, maybe he’d even believe that he hadn’t either, but Toph knew better. She could sense his heartbeat speed up whenever Ty Lee entered the room, could sense Ty Lee’s own quickly match Zuko’s own, and could feel the tension rise whenever they were in the room. It’s not long before Zuko stops eating Ty Lee out and they get into the real play. More than through her earthsense, Toph can hear them~ Fuck. This isn’t just lewd anymore. It’s straight up pornographic. Is this what Zuko and Toph had been like? Surely not. The sound is just so wet, and it's so loud. Like an almost hypnotic love ritual, Toph finds herself drawn in, leaving trying to match the rhythm of her fiancé and his new lover, humping against her hands and smushing her wet padding and relentless vibrator against her folds in a pathetic mirror of the scene unfolding in front of her. When Zuko starts getting rough it’s kind of surreal to experience second-hand. Toph has trouble deciphering what, of all the things Zuko would do to her whenever he got like that, he’s actually doing with Ty Lee and what Toph is just remembering. Her vibrator really isn’t helping her focus either, but it’s hard being annoyed about that when it’s hitting just the right spot ~ The only thing Toph knows for sure in her current state of mind is that this is usually where she’d start whimpering a little, where Zuko would slow down a little and start to coddle her, which Toph would always pretend to only tolerate. They’d both known better. Ty Lee only started mewling with a kind of sugary femininity. Normally that would only make Toph nauseous, but somehow with Ty Lee it has the opposite effect. It always did. Maybe that’s why Toph didn’t mind so much when she first realized what was happening. It made sense. Zuko deserves a real girlfriend that could fully satisfy him. Obviously Ty Lee is up for the task. She’s a real woman, not an infantile freak like Toph. Zuko and Ty Lee are showing no signs of stopping and they’re moaning each other's names now. Toph isn’t sure about Ty Lee, but she’s pretty sure Zuko will last at least another minute or two. Toph knows she has no such hope herself though. She’s been on the edge of climax for a while now. Just then she can feel her release coming over her. Was it her despair that brought her over? Or maybe acceptance. Either way Toph finds herself shedding the last bits of her dignity as she cries out in ecstasy. She slumps out of her chair onto the ground as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Her vibrator keeps humming relentlessly, almost completely drowning out Zuko and Ty Lee’s lovemaking that had so enraptured Toph just moments before. As she loses count of how much she’s cumming, she mindlessly moves into a fetal position, her hips spasming the whole while. Barely even in control of herself, just like a real baby. Pathetic. Toph hopes that after this, when surely Zuko can’t deny the truth anymore, they could at least still be friends and maybe he could even hold Toph just one more time. The pity would be mortifying, but at least she wouldn’t be able to see it in Zuko’s eyes, even if he wouldn’t be able to keep it out of his voice. “Toph?” ~Yes. Just like that. Already fantasizing about pity-hugs? Toph has never felt so pathetic in her life. Why is her face wet? Then: a hand on her shoulder. "I asked you if you were alright." Zuko asks her. It’s selfish. Toph should pull away. Let Zuko know she understands their relationship is over. More than that: Toph should be smiling. She should be happy for them. Weren’t you supposed to let go of the people you loved? But Toph can’t, she just doesn’t have it in her. She’s too tired, too weak. So instead she does the opposite: grabbing onto Zuko’s broad chest like its a lifeline and bawling her fucking eyes out. Arms wrap tightly around Toph in return and she’s too tired to act like she’s annoyed about it. "I feel so useless.” Toph admits when the tears stop, “My parents were right about me. I can't do anything." “Toph what are you talking about?” Toph sniffs. “I can’t” “Oh spirits, the vibrator.” Zuko mumbles, “hold on, let me just~” There’s a pause and then with a click Toph’s vibrator stops whirring. Toph whines at the sudden change and instinctively lifts her hips up in the air trying to get some friction where there is none. Gently, a hand – Zuko’s – pushes Toph’s groins back to earth, grounding her. Then Zuko takes a whiff. “I think someone could use a change.” he muses, though in reality it’s more of a statement. “Ty Lee wasn’t supposed to know.” Toph protests, though she feels in her gut it’s already a lost cause. Zuko and Ty Lee both still at her words and Toph can feel them shift. Probably doing some kind of Sighted thing Toph can grasp at, but never fully understand. “I’m afraid the cat’s already out of the bag, Tophey.” Zuko says. Toph whines in response. "Zuuu-kooo. Please?” she begs. “Not with her here." "I can leave." Ty Lee offers. "Toph, I'm certain Ty Lee won't judge you for this." Zuko counters, squeezing her hand with his own and with the other ever so slightly pressing against her groin. Toph whimpers at the cushion bunching up against her folds. It’s not fair of him to bribe her like that at a time like this! "You can always kick my butt if I let you down." Ty Lee adds, and Toph can hear the smile through the acrobat’s voice as she does. "Promise, you won't laugh?" Toph asks, but the request comes out more like a plea rather than the ultimatum she meant it as. Ty Lee giggles. "Well we’re a little past that aren’t we?” Ty Lee says, before grabbing Toph’s hands and turning more serious. “But I promise I won't think any less of you Toph." Which wasn't what Toph had asked. But she can feel the truth in it so she decides it's good enough. "And you swear not to tell anyone." Toph adds, managing a sharper tone. Ty Lee giggles, already a violation of her first request. But it's a bubbly sound and Toph likes the way it makes butterflies flutter in her belly so she lets it slide. Sensing she’s been won over, Zuko steps in before Toph can change her mind. “Good to hear that’s settled.” he declares, “Ty Lee can you~” the two sighted people shift wordlessly at each other before Ty Lee responds with an “Of course.” and Zuko gently pries Toph’s arms off of him and settles her against Ty Lee instead. Toph wants to protest, but finds herself quickly mollified when Ty Lee wraps her arms around Toph and presses her against her. Toph can feel Ty Lee’s arms are strong like Zuko’s, but softer somehow and the supple breasts Toph rests her head against are squishy in a way Toph can only match with the garment around her hips. Just moments ago that comparison would’ve send Toph down spiraling somehow it only makes her feel safe. “Alright,” Zuko pipes up, having returned from wherever, “lets get these off.” With a nudge of her finger Toph undoes the metal clasp holding up the straps of her overalls. Allowing Zuko to pull off her overalls revealing her tank top as a onesie with her cover peeking out underneath. Toph can't help but squirm as Zuko carefully undoes the buttons and pulls away her onesie, leaving no doubt as to what she's wearing underneath. Ty Lee doesn't say a word, however, lightly rubbing circles into Toph’s palms and humming a gentle tune. But then Zuko opens her diaper and the smell of her shame is immediate. "Oh spirits fuck Toph." Ty Lee gasps. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. "I look like a freak don't I?" Toph blubbers miserably. "Consider it an honour: in Ty Lee's book freak is a compliment." Zuko interjects. "Damn right," Ty Lee affirms, "i just think you look freakishly hot is all." "And adorable." Zuko adds. "And adorable." Ty Lee agrees. Toph doesn’t fully understand what is being said, but the words feel like truth and they make her feel all warm and mushy all of the sudden. "You're just saying that." Toph whines regardless, pulling away. “Now, now Toph.” Ty Lee tuts pulling Toph back and thwarting her halfhearted attempt at escape. “Come to Mama.” Ty Lee said the words so carelessly, like she wasn’t even aware of the pang it sent to Toph’s lower belly. Toph hadn’t known it would happen until it did. “I hope we can still be friends after this.” Toph says, her voice cracking as tears return to her eyes. “Toph what are you talking about.” Zuko asks, pausing mid-wipe and making Toph squirm at the extra pressure on her still-sensitive pussylips. “You were going to replace me with Ty Lee?” Toph asks. “Why would you say something like that?” Zuko asks, not managing to keep the hurt out of his voice. “You don’t need to spare my feelings, you know?” Toph says, “I may be blind, but even I could see what was happening between you two. My request was just… to help you two along.” “I don’t –!” Zuko pauses, he knows he can’t lie to her, but then he continues: “Toph.” Zuko says, starting again. Softer this time. “What just happened was definitely something, but I promise you it doesn’t change what I feel for you.” “Really?” Toph asks, knowing it was true but wanting to check anyway. There’s tears in her eyes again, but this time it’s tears of joy and Toph makes no attempt at stopping them from rolling down her cheeks. “Really.” Zuko affirms before pulling Toph in for another hug. This time Ty Lee joins in from the back. Being squeezed between two people in such a loving way has Toph feeling all sorts of fuzzy. “That was beautiful.” The acrobat mutters as eventually the three untangle themselves. “You don’t even mind when I yell at you?” Toph blurts out as Zuko returns to wiping her bum. Like nothing is amiss when Toph’s world was supposed to end, “I mean I know I can be a bit of a brat sometimes.” “Sometimes?” Zuko jests. “Shut-up.” Toph counters, “I’m trying to be vulnerable over here. I’m kidding. You’re not a brat Toph, you’re you. Besides, I like it when people yell at me. It reminds me of home. Toph doesn’t know how to respond to that, except for one thing: “Idiot.” She says punching his arm. Zuko moans in mock-hurt, making Toph giggle at her fiancés silliness. Then Zuko puts a fresh diaper under her and Toph stills. “I did say I'd give you a change.” Zuko says before Toph can protest, “Besides, I think you could use a little break.” Toph deflates at that. Not having much of a counter. Instead she leans into Ty Lee’s warm embrace, who hums contentedly while Zuko does his thing. “I’m still mad at you, you know.” Toph tells Zuko once he’s finished, having crossed her arms but still grinning from ear to ear. ”I would have liked to tell Ty Lee about the diaper thing in my own time.” “Oh I figured it was something like that.” Ty Lee pipes up before Zuko can respond, ”What with the funny smell.” A beat passes. Toph feels her face flush. “Zuko!” she yells, definitely not whines. “What?” Zuko asks, indignant. “Why are you whining at me?” “You promised you couldn’t smell it.” Toph says. “I didn’t. I swear!” Zuko says, chuckling, “I guess I must've gotten used to it.” “Well I wouldn’t worry about it.” Ty Lee interjects, “it wasn’t that strong, i don’t think i would have noticed normally.” “Oh,” Toph murmurs, “well okay then.” Suddenly a yawn escapes her mouth and a cloud of drowsiness envelops her mind. “I think someone needs a nap.” Zuko chuckles as he lifts Toph up. They’re the last words Toph can make up with Ty Lee muttering something incomprehensible in return. As Toph is laid into bed, coddled by her now two favourite people. She finds sleep comes easy to her and lets herself drift off as she doesn’t worry about a thing. *** *a week ago at a party* *** “Ty Lee, can we talk?” “Sure?” Ty Lee replies, finding herself taken aback by her friend’s sudden seriousness. “You want to fuck my boyfriend.” Toph says, less like an accusation and more like a statement. “What?” Ty Lee asks, before kicking herself. Of course Toph would have been able to tell. “I mean… so what if I do? I’m not going to get between you two I promise. I’m not some kind of homewrecker.” “Yeah I know,” Toph says, breezily waving Ty Lee off, like other women wanting her man was nothing new to her. Which, fuck, with a man like Zuko, it probably was. “But lucky for you,” Toph continues, “maybe i don’t mind so much if you did. Not the homewrecking part, mind you.” Ty Lee blanks. “You’re asking me for a threesome?” “No.” Toph denies, “Well… maybe some other time. I want you,” Toph says, pointing vaguely in Ty Lee for emphasis, “to fuck Zuko and I,” she says, pointing at herself, “wanna watch. Understand?” “Oh,” Ty Lee mumbles, as her mind races over what was just said. "Oh, uhm okay.” Ty Lee says, finding herself pathetically quick to agree to Toph’s strange request. “Is, is Zuko alright with this?” Ty Lee calls after Toph as she makes her exit. “Don’t worry,” Toph says, turning around and sporting a sly grin while somehow staring exactly into Ty Lee’s eyes, "he will be.”

Some context: This story will depict Azula and Mai engaging in sexual acts. They are characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender, though this story is set over a decade into the show's future and all characters depicted are adults. Payback is the first part of a loosely interconnected series called Azula's Humilation set about a decade after the show ended. Reap What You Sow is also a part of this series. As for me: any comments, criticism or feedback is welcome 🙂 PS: as part of her play Azula will refer to Mai as 'mommy', so be warned if that makes you uncomfortable! ******************************************************************************************************************************************************** Looking at the sight below her, Mai had never been so glad she'd taken up woodworking. It just began as a way to put het knives to good use. Killing didn't quite belong in peace time. Sure, for a while it paid well to keep cumbersome dissidents in check. First at court to remind its members that they were part of a regular council now that martial law had been lifted and later, when she'd broken off with Zuko for the last time and she began travelling to find herself in the (former) colonies. The latter had been quite the peculiar experience. Many of the colonials simply never left. Using their vast wealth to hire mercenaries that strong armed the locals into compliance. Ruling the area as if the war never stopped. Apparently they'd become quite the sticking point in negotiations between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. To the point that once word got out she'd been in the area she'd been discreetly approached to bring them to reason . Which Mai of course took as an invitation to be as brazen as she liked. It wasn't even a bad approach. There was little need for subtlety outside of Caldera. The colonials especially were even more fanatical in their belief of the supremacy of fire and that they ought to continue the war despite the Fire Nation already having been defeated at the height of its power and, more puzzlingly, their own apparent mixed ancestry. When she shared her findings with the capital Zuko came to believe they must fear treatment in the Fire Nation and redoubled his efforts to improve the standing of those not from the Main islands. Mai, for her part, cared little for the origins of such delusions. Just like her targets cared little for the Fire Lord's decree to cease the war effort. Did not comprehend his new preachings of peace. Luckily, however, violence was a language they did understand. Thus the lot of them became much more compliant at the point of a knife often returning with less than half of what they could have had, had they went while the going was good. The remaining radicals were trivial to deal with. A few she dealt with herself, but most were usually so reviled by the locals many of them would pay to do the deed. It was quite satisfying for only a little sabotage to make the house of cards fall. Eventually though the thrill of it wore off and it just became tedious. Remaining holdouts wore thin and frankly knife-point diplomacy didn't fit into Zuko's new way of doing things. So after a few years Mai retreated to her family's old estate on Whale Tail Island from before her ancestors moved to court. Making use of the generous compensation she got. Officially for her services as a dignitary. (Serving as the Fire Lord’s informal knife under the table came with many favours, including letting her father retire quietly instead of landing in jail.) As well as her usual monthly stipend. The choice had been daunting at first. Mai was doubtful the quiet life would agree with her, but Ty Lee's promise to join her, formally as her guard, pushed her through. Even so, sitting still did not agree with Mai and after a while the boredom did start to get to her. Thus her new girlfriend suggested Mai try the hobby. She'd taken to it fairly well and soon after she turned to more… phallic shapes. Initially just as a sort of quiet rebellion. Mai never tired of sticking it to the proprietary that had chained her down for so long and adorning her ancestral home with such vulgar items fit perfectly into that. Even if their form had been perhaps a bit too familiar… Regardless, it didn't take long for them to be added to the bedroom, as Mai quickly learned to wax them thoroughly and not to be shy to use plenty of oils as well. Not that Ty Lee had left her lacking, but Mai liked having a wide range of options and the thrill of reintroducing an element she previously thought she had to give up was irresistible. A few months later word got out Azula had recovered. A letter from Zuko explaining the situation arrived a few days later. Mai hadn't been sure how she felt about the news, the way Zuko explained the situation was troubling. Still it was as good a reason as any to leave the mansion for a bit. She had been due to peek inside the caldera for a while now anyways. She offered Azula to stay with on a whim. Hadn't even consulted with Ty Lee about it, but Mai just couldn't help it when she saw the lilt in Azula's eyes. Mai could tell the princess wasn't faring well at court and couldn't help but recall her own struggle of feeling constrained there. Azula had been making a valiant attempt at convincing Mai she was fine, but Mai wasn't swayed. When they were young the three of them would always wore masks: Mai’s was an increasingly monotone aloofness, while Ty Lee became a master of deflections and lean into the ditzy persona people dismissed her as, but the princess utilized both a perfect poker face that could shift into any shape she desired and combined it with a tongue sharp enough to make cities fall. But what Mai had seen in front of her wasn't that. It was a face full of cracks and instead if the perfect princess reborn she saw her younger self from when she was so, so afraid. Azula had gone quiet, saying she'll think about it. Her tone was reserved, but that she hadn't rejected the offer out of hand was telling. Mai had time anyways: she and Ty Lee were staying in the capital for a few more weeks. Mai would need it to, to formally get her significant other on board and to properly apologize for not asking first. Not that Mai expected Ty Lee would have any objections, but it was the principle of the thing. Like Mai expected, Ty Lee was immediately ecstatic and, at the end of their stay, Azula took them up on their offer. Once Azula joined their household, at first ‘only for a little while’, it didn’t take long for memories to resurface of the three of them ‘just practicing for the boys’ that suddenly seemed a lot more important than some inconsequential fooling around. Quickly it appeared Mai was far from alone with such thoughts and so Azula joined their bed and it was there Mai realized something most unexpected about her old friend. She craved humiliation. It was innocuous at first: just a little whining whenever just got teased, but soon Mai realized Azula would always give that response. Naturally this prompted Mai to start upping the ante which would promptly be rewarded. Eventually Azula's humiliation took on a life of its own. At first Mai wondered why such a natural leader like Azula would take to such a submissive role, but apparently it was fueled by her guilt over past actions. A little overblown in Mai's opinion, especially since her and Ty Lee were some of the last people to be able to judge the princess for it, not that the stubborn girl could be convinced otherwise, Mai’s not one to look a gifted ostrich-horse in the mouth though, especially on occasions like these where she has the princess all to herself, allowing Mai to get a bit more experimental . For the current case Mai has to thank Kiyi's recent visit. As Azula still viscerally struggles to have an amicable relationship with her half-sister, which, after the former left, lead Mai to joke that perhaps Azula did not take well to no longer being the youngest. Needless to say, the response had been ~ inspiring. “Please punish me mommy,” Azula begs, flinging Mai’s consciousness back to the moment. “I’ve been a bad girl.” The princess continues and the pathetic display is almost enough to make Mai feel guilty for not paying attention, but then: one could hardly blame themselves for being out of it when witnessing such a sight. The crown princess of the Nation tantalizingly tied up and a most undignified garment swaddling her hips. Mai couldn’t think of anything more mesmerizing. But she won’t be sharing any of that. “Oh dear,” she mock-gasps instead, “have you now?” The whine Azula gives in response is something Mai’s dead-certain she would have killed for. “You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you. You love the way I treat you.” “I do mommy,” Azula readily admits, having learned by now denying it will get her nowhere, “please, I deserve it.” Mai pulls on Azula’s collar. Letting the princess’ face stop just short of her own. Not pretending not to relish the fear creeping into her friend’s eyes Mai smirks. “That you do.” Then Mai releases Azula again, ignoring her friend’s dismay as she does. They’ve fooled around long enough. It’s time to begin the real play. Mai goes to sit down, one leg over the other. Azula lets out a yelp as Mai pulls the princess over her lap. I the girl’s princess parts just so happen to end up resting on Mai’s knee then surely that’s just a happy accident. Mai rests one hand on Azula’s lower back, ready to hold to princess in place once she’ll start to sputter, but for now keeping it to a simple caress, and fondles Azula’s ample thighs with her other hand. “Why won’t you be a good girl for mommy and tell me everything you did wrong today yourself huh?” Mai asks, too lazy to come up with something herself. “Me? I uh, yes mommy. Well, I woke up in a wet nappy— *SMACK* Mai slaps Azula’s thigh mid-sentence, leaving a delicious red mark. “Go on.” Mai says, as if nothing is amiss. “You can continue while I punish you. It’s faster this way. Just make sure to thank mommy. Remember: this hurts mommy more than it hurts you.” Mai lies. “Yes mommy, I’m sorry mommy and thank you.” Azula brabbles. Mai slaps Azula’s thigh again, harder than last time. “Thank you who?” Mai asks, patting Azula’s red thigh. “Mommy!” Azula cries, “I mean… thank you mommy.” “Very good. Continue.” “Yes mommy. I, uh, didn’t tell you good morning when I saw you downstairs.” Mai slaps Azula’s thighs again and this time Azula reacts exactly like how Mai made up just now. While Mai enjoys grabbing a handful and leaving a mark on her favourite (and only) plaything, it doesn’t take long for her to tune out Azula’s brabble as the princess rattles off every inane misstep or perceived slight of the day. That is, until Mai notices Azula go noticeably silent aside from her obligatory “thank you mommy”’s. “Hm?” Mai questions. “I said that’s everything mommy.” Azula mutters, “I can’t think of anything else for today. I’m sorry.” “Is that so? Well, no matter, you’re still due plenty of punishment from before don’t you think?” “Y-yes mommy.” “Very good. You see mommy used to punish a lot of bad people. Do you know what mommy used to do with them?” Azula gulps. “N-no mommy.” “Well, mommy used to pretend they were you and treat them accordingly.” “O-oh.” “Yes ‘Oh’. Now princess, mommy’s been thinking: she has had plenty of plenty of practice by now. Perhaps it’s time you finally get what you deserve, don’t you think?” “Y-yes mommy.” “Good, because these spankings clearly aren’t enough for someone like you.” Mai remarks, her voice cold as steel as she flicks a knife into her hands. Azula’s eyes go wide. Mai smirks as she swings — “Mai wait!” — and cuts the rope. Mai chuckles. That never got old. It’s also what finally got Azula to start bawling her eyes out. Good. Mai thinks as she takes Azula into her arms. Poor girl had clearly been needing a good cry all day. Too bad about the rope though. It was pretty expensive, but the look on Azula’s face? Priceless. And really, in those days Mai had wanted revenge, but this, this is just so much better. Stealthily copping a feel Mai quickly notices the princess’ padding is soaked, in more ways than one. But could it handle more? Only one way to find out. “Azula.” Mai asks once the princess has calmed down. “Yes?” “Piss yourself.” “What?” Mai tsks, pretending Azula’s lost expression didn’t make her cold heart melt. “There’s no point in changing your diaper if you’re just going to immediately wet your next one. You think I didn’t notice you doing the same just before? You might as well finish up and do it now.” Obligingly and without any further protest, Azula does exactly that. The muffled hiss from her diaper is soon followed up by Azula actually leaking a little, but no matter. Mai can just have her clean that up when they’re done. For now, Mai ignores Azula’s pathetic cries and leads her to the mat so Mai can change her. Despite the smell, once she has opened the cloth swaddling her princesses’ hips, Mai can’t help but play with the ‘toy‘ stuffing Azula’s pussy, or ‘princess parts’. Whatever Ty Lee’s calling them this week. The hole Mai’s fucking with the dildo she made herself. Not too hard, Azula must be quite ginger after having it inside of her all day, just enough to almost let the princess have climax she’s been begging for. The sheen her polished craftwork gives off once Mai takes it out is almost tempting enough for Mai to lick it clean, should such a thing not have been absolutely disgusting. Perhaps sometime Azula might enjoy a taste of her own filth though. Instead, Mai puts the dildo aside and turns her attention the to the other toy Azula’s has been playing with. Grabbing Azula by the ankles, first pulling them up and then pushing them to Azula’s face, Mai is reunited with her latest creation stuffed in Azula’s behind like some kind of depraved pearl. As to be expected, Mai’s craftmanship looks to be a great success. Her only regret is not giving the toy some kind of flourish, an eye perhaps. She had already decided to be less conservative for the size on the next one, in any case. Refocusing her attention Mai quickly commands Azula to keep her legs in place. Her hands free, Mai wastes little time and sets to work coaxing out Azula’s plug and finally letting the princess receive her reward. Mai only needs to let her fingers work their magic for a little bit before Azula’s moans return like music to Mai’s ears. It’s obvious the princess is close. Truthfully Mai can only partially take credit. She has kept Azula needy like this since forever. Mai predicts her princess will release any second now and just as Mai finally removes the plug, Azula comes, letting out a groan that feels like it reverberates through the entire building. Mai doesn’t care if anyone overheard. She has never felt so smug. She should really be getting a medal for this type of thing. Her handiwork is clearly the work of the spirits. Instead, she has a plug with a putrid smell, so Mai quickly sets it aside next to her other craftmanship. Once Azula’s done riding out her orgasm Mai goes to clean her princess in earnest and when she finishes changing her Mai finds Azula impossibly, utterly and completely tuckered out. Mai can’t even bring herself to be mad about it, despite the princess doing so while not even having cleaned up her own mess. Maybe Mai will get the maids to clean it up, they had to be getting suspicious by now anyway. Still, it would be nice to avoid something like this in the future. ~ Guess that just means her princess will need bigger diapers from now on.

Chapter 2: Unlocked Potential It seems Sokka’s lovely wife has the same idea in mind as him. “Hey Piss Princess.” Suki jeers, and of course Azula immediately turns up at that, “Com‘ere” “Ah, ah. Babies don’t walk.” Suki chides, at which Azula stills, “Crawl” “Yes,” Azula squeaks, her twitchy legs stumbling down. Poor girl looked like she could barely walk. Suki isn’t satisfied. “Yes who, little girl?” “Yes Auntie.” Azula amends. “Good girl.” Suki says, nudging her forward. Azula follows, tentatively stopping in front of Suki’s knees and then pleadingly looking up, clearly asking for further instruction. “Kiss my feet.” Suki commands instead. “Yes Auntie. Thank you Auntie.” Azula replies, gently taking Suki’s left foot and kissing the big toe’s knuckle before doing the same with her right. Once finished Azula gingerly looks up to Suki once more. “Very good,” Suki tells Azula, spreading her legs and sporting a shit-eating grin the likes of which Sokka hasn’t seen since wartime, ”now come eat your dinner.” Azula goes beet-red, but follows the command. Sokka can’t stop himself from hunching over Suki to get a better look. Watching Azula tentatively using both of her index fingers to part Suki’s lush bush before giving it a lick that would have looked more like Azula was getting a taste if not for the look she send Suki while doing so. It’s like the girl was begging for the last piece of seal jerky, or whatever fire jerks liked to eat. It was hard to imagine royalty like Azula want for anything, come to think of it, but clearly Sokka’s imagination is lacking, because Azula is putting Aang’s best puppy face to shame out here. Suki, Yue bless her heart, simply laughs in Azula’s face, takes a fist of her hair and smushes her head against Suki’s pussy. After which Suki’s grin remains even after her laughter stops and instead a sound emerges from Azula that Sokka would otherwise have associated with a lack of table manners. But Sokka gets little time to analyze the matter any further, because Suki quickly downs out the sound with her own mess of moans and groans, as she greedily chases her own high, lurching forward and clenching down on Azula’s face with her thighs. Almost as if Suki is trying to stuff Azula’s whole head inside. Before long, Suki finally arrives at her destination, as she releases her deathgrip on Azula’s poor face and she leans back on the bed, letting her whole body go slack and humming contently as Azula keepings going at it, though at a more relaxed pace. Then Suki turns to him, a dopey smile on her face. “Sokka~”, she purrs, “would you be a dear, and get me the little girl’s keys? I want you to play with her. She’s being so good after all.” Sokka blinks, only now realizing he’d just been standing there like a fool, completely mesmerized by the scene in front of him. “Right,” he says, slapping himself, “of course.” With that Suki turns her attention back to Azula, leaving Sokka with the realization he has no clue where those keys actually are. Suki’s leaning over Azula again, murmuring something in her ear. Something tells Sokka they won’t appreciate him barging in on their conversation. And they’re making out now. Yeah, Sokka really doesn’t wanna interrupt those two. With that he regretfully turns away from the lovely sight. It’s shame, but Sokka really does need some focus to figure out the key thing. Alas, Sokka’s sacrifice ends up for naught as light laughter fills the air and his mind wanders off once more. Really, he expected himself to feel some type of way about letting people inside his wife’s pants, not that she’s currently wearing any, but -- Wait a second! Pants… maybe Suki left the keys in her pockets? It’s not the eureka Sokka would like it to be, but it’s the best he has got right now. Just as well, because some undignified rummaging through a mess of haphazardly thrown clothing later, which took longer than Sokka would have liked, and he finds the key in Suki’s pants, in the fourth and last pocket he checked, but who’s counting? “Got the keys.” Sokka calls. Suki turns her face to him, still biting her lip. “Oh hi~,” Suki purrs, looking a little out of it, “I was beginning to wonder if you left us.” “I’m still here.” Sokka corrects, a little too fast. “Well, since you’ve got the keys~ ” Suki mewls, before motioning for Azula to pause her ministrations. “Would you take the honor of unlocking our treasure? I’d love for you to… do the deed right about now.” “Of course.” Sokka crouches down where Azula is still sitting next to the bed, her head resting against Suki’s thigh, and unlocks the lock on Azula’s belt. Despite her obvious want, she doesn’t immediately undress herself. Instead, she silently begs him to go ahead. A request Sokka acquiesces, starting with unclasping the buckle holding the shoulderbelts of her overalls in place. Now at face level with the princess, Sokka finds her face reek of sex. It’s a smell more alluring than Sokka might like to admit and it leaves him unable to resist giving Azula a few pecks on the cheek, and then a few more, and then a kiss on the mouth. All the while Azula does nothing humm contently and give Sokka free reign to push her around. It remains a mystery to Sokka what turned this woman so meek, but so too did he wonder why he couldn’t get off her shirt. With the buckle loose and her belt removed, the top part of Azula’s overalls lay loose beside her, but the shirt underneath stubbornly stays in place. To the point that it would probably rip. Azula sends him a small smile. “I’m afraid if you want that off in one piece you’ll have to take care of my pants first, uncle.” In a tone that suggests she wouldn’t mind either way. Puzzled, Sokka does exactly that, but what he finds only surprises him more. For some reason, Azula’s shirt wraps around her groin, held in place by a triplet of buttons. Which at least explains why Sokka couldn’t get the shirt off earlier, though that raises about as much questions as it answers. More pressing, however, is what’s poking out underneath. “What’s this?” Sokka blurts out. If Azula had been blushing before, now she turns a colour that would put the Fire Nation to shame. “O-Oh that?” She stammers, “It’s the, uhm, garment my Mo~ I mean, Mai and Ty Lee had me wear. Today.” “What? To like, pad out your behind?” “Exactly! I’m sure you’ll be much more interested in what’s underneath, so would you please continue? Uncle?” “Sure.” With that Sokka undoes the button holding Azula’s odd shirt in place, fully unleashing the thick, white cloth swaddling Azula’s hips almost like a~ “Awww,” Suki cuts in, “did your mommies put you in a diaper? Looks like you really are a baby. No wonder they called you potty princess.” Then she puts her index to her chin, looking up as if in thought. “Maybe you’re not grown-up enough for the ‘play’ after all.” “No! Please auntie, I’ve been a good girl.” Azula pleads, “Really! I’ll do anything.” Suki chuckles. “Oh, I was just kidding dear, but I’ll keep that in mind.” Sokka really ought to be worried at just how into her role his wife is getting. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Regardless Sokka undoes the knot holding Azula’s diaper. Really, it would’ve been silly not to. After all the time it took Sokka to get here. Yet as Sokka unwraps the cloth, one last surprise awaits him. “Seems like you’re already stuffed.” Sokka remarks, experimentally poking the wooden cylinder sticking out of Azula’s slick nethers and quickly eliciting yet another whimper. Oh she’s wet alright, just not the usual kind for those stuck in diapers. Explains why the princess’ so sensitive too. Her ass is stuffed too, by what looks to be door knob. Of all things. “Not too fast please.” Azula whimpers when Sokka grabs the cylinder, having been long past asking questions. The wood quickly changes from cylindric to a more phallic shape. Roughly the same size of his own, not that Sokka is paying attention. He grants Azula her wish, and doesn’t just jank the thing out like he planned to. In hindsight that probably wouldn’t have been a great idea anyways. Though he can’t resist wiggling the ‘toy’ back and forth a little, just to see Azula squirm. Sokka can definitely understand why Mai and Ty Lee would partake in this kind of ‘play’. He’s kind of temped to just fuck Azula like this, but alas. “Darling, aren’t you forgetting something?” Suki cuts in, again. Sokka takes a breath. “What now?” he doesn’t whine, because it’s not like even if Sokka hadn’t been worked up before, the delicious sound the toy makes as it plops out combined with Azula’s juicy pussylips winking back at him wouldn’t have done the trick. He doesn’t mind at all. Suki makes a face at him, but continues on. “You’re forgetting her other toy, silly. Also, as much fun as it is looking down at you two from up here. I’ll have to recommend getting on the bed.” Sokka shrugs. “Fair enough on the second point, but I’m not sure I’m down to get that kind of dirty.” “I’m not filthy.” Azula mutters. “What? All that groveling and now you’re telling me your shit don’t stink?” “I didn’t— Ugh, there’s none of… that. Mommy cleaned me out before she plugged me.” “Wow,” Suki cuts in, “never thought Ty Lee would actually wipe your bum for you.” “She did more than just wipe me,” Azula mutters, “and it was Mai.” Oh, well… what is it they say again? Something about the quiet ones? Apparently Sokka said that out loud, because Suki shrugs at him in response, while Azula turns indignant on behalf of her mommy, friend… Momfriend, Sokka has the sense people usually refer to something else when they use that turn. Azula is still mid-spiel when Suki unceremoniously drags the princess onto the bed, promptly shutting her up. “So waddaya say champ?” Suki asks when Sokka follows after, “I should add there wont be any of these types of offers from me, if that’s what you were hoping for.” “I mean, if you insist.” Sokka muses. Finding no further need to look a gifted ostrich-horse in the mouth. He turns to Azula, who by now has returned to her new meek self, rolls onto her stomach and gives an experimental tug on the doorknob plugging up her ass. Sokka barely gets the knob to budge before Azula lets out a pained whimper and clenches her ass down on it. “Fuck,” she groans, “If we’re going to do this, we’ll need more oil.” “Oil? You planning on lighting up a lamp down there?” “No the oils help with, uhm, playtime. Makes sure everything goes smoothly.” Azula explains and when Suki nods in understanding she continues, “They’re in the top drawer of the nightstand. I could get them, if you don’t mind auntie.” “No I’ll go get it. You just stay put babygirl.” Suki says, letting a motherly tone seep into her voice, “And get a little more used to uncle’s company, why don’t you.” She finishes, giving the princess a wink before turning away. Her face flush, Azula reluctantly turn back to him, which Sokka takes as his cue to pull the princess’ odd shirt off. When there’s no bra to be revealed underneath, Sokka lets his appreciation show by going in for a kiss. Azula eagerly accepts, parting her lush and unnaturally warm lips to let Sokka’s tongue enter as well. It feels a bit odd, wrong, to kiss another woman, especially in front of his wife. Even though Suki did insist. But more than that, it’s exciting. Sokka presses the princess tightly against him and takes a handful of one of Azula’s breasts, who moans into his mouth as he starts kneading the supple flesh. They’re almost exactly like Suki’s and for a moment Sokka wants to pretend they are, to whisper his wife’s name in Azula’s ear. Just to see how she would react. It's not a nice thought, so Sokka doesn’t mourn its passing when Suki arrives with a flask of oil. “I’ve got the stuff,” she says, “but feel free to keep going at your own pace.” Sokka is tempted, but the promise those flasks hold have become too alluring by now. So he pulls away just enough to reach for one of the flask before grabbing Azula’s shoulder and pushing it into the mattress. Azula doesn’t even put up a token resistance, much less a real one, but she does smoothly pull her knees under herself and arches her back, presenting her shapely, filled up ass to Sokka. Surely no one would blame Sokka for getting a bit cheeky and grabbing a handful at such a sight. “The plug be easier to get out this way.” The princess mutters by way of explanation. “Right.” Sokka mumbles before giving the royal behind one last squeeze and grabbing the flask Suki was handing him. “So, what’s the idea?” He asks, rubbing his hands in the oil. “You just, um, dab a little around the plug. It was already… treated when it went in, so no need to worry about the rest.” “Wasn’t gonna.” Sokka deadpans, taking his sweet time doing as the princess asked and letting her squirm in place as he does. Grabbing onto the knob, Sokka decides not to just pull it out like last time. Instead, very gently wiggling the thing side-to-side. Shimmying is his go-to for tight spots, why wouldn’t it work here? Azula certainly isn’t complaining and before long Sokka finds a rhythm to it. After that its just a simple matter of building pressure and— “Fuck.” Azula yelps as the plug swoops out. Fuck indeed. That was… is a lot more egg-shaped than Sokka was expecting. Big too, definitely bigger than an artic hen’s, but still smaller than a komodo chicken. Sokka takes a second to admire the plug’s shape. He’d expected something more, well, dick shaped like the other one. The form would certainly help with staying in place, and Sokka has to hand it to Mai or whoever made this. There is something strangely aesthetically pleasing about it, which Sokka wouldn’t have expected from a doorknob glued to an egg, but here we are. “You wanna try that thing out?” Suki pipes up. “No.” Sokka answers, too fast, and quickly puts it on the nightstand. Eager to change topics he grabs Azula and pulls her toward him. “Say princess,” he tells her, “since uncle Sokka helped you with your ‘toys’. Why don’t you make sure my toys ready for our play?” Y-yes uncle,” Azula stammers, letting Suki pour a little oil in her open hands while Sokka ignores his wife’s too-knowing smile. Sokka’s only half pretending anyways. Having his hard on hard-pressed against the royal behind is proving quite the distracting. He lets his dick slide between Azula’s legs and wraps his arms while she starts stroking him. While Sokka keeps one arm around Azula’s midsection to fondle her breasts and lets the other venture downwards, he can’t help but chuckle: Azula’s movements are so clumsy. Sokka’s probably distracting her too much, not that that would make him stop, but it does make him wonder if Azula’s ever been with a man before. Sokka hadn’t heard of the princess having any lovers before Mai and Ty Lee, but it’s not like he would’ve been in the know at the time. And with her beauty and power, surely, there would’ve been plenty of suitors. From the way she’s acting now, there wouldn’t have been a complete lack of interest either. In any case, Sokka has bigger fish to fry. “Good job princess,” he mock-praises, before grabbing Azula’s thighs and pulling them both back. Letting himself sit on his ass and the princess on his lap. From there Sokka takes his sweet time find his entrance to the royal backdoor. It would probably have been easier to just shove Azula’s face back against the mattress, but taking her like that would take the fun out of trying something new. He’d already been in almost the same position with Suki just moment before after all. It turns out to be just as well, because Azula gives no complaints as Sokka finally gently(!) enters her while he moves his grip from her thighs to her ass, lifting her up for a better angle. Her whimpering cacophony of moans and mewls underscoring Sokka easing himself into the tightest vice grip of his life has him wonder how he ever had any doubts. As a cherry on top having the princess all hoisted up and exposed like this is just the enticement Suki needs to join the fray. Without a sound, she suddenly grabs the princess’ face and starts making out with her. His wife ends up pressing so hard against Azula, Sokka has to fight to keep upright. “You’re taking uncle’s toy very well for such a little girl,” Suki tells Azula once they break off, ”How about we play with yours as well.” “Thank you Auntie.” Azula squeaks while Suki shows one of Azula’s toys. It’s the bigger, phallic one and it looks like it’s been oiled up, or was the glistening already there? Suki has the tip of the ‘toy’ wiggle in and out of Azula’s nethers and wraps her remaining hand around the Azula’s neck, all the while Sokka slowly finds his way deeper and deeper in the princess. The two women start kissing again, turning the princess in an even more excitable state. Emboldened, Sokka starts upping his own pace, though he’s starting to lose the feeling in his arms. “Fuck Azula” Sokka groans, “if i’d known you were like this back then, i don’t know what i would have done.” “I know~” She croaks, “I was hoping it would be like this.” Sokka slams into her, toppling the lot of them over on Suki. “Oh god~,” Azula moans, her voice dropping as her splinter clenches down on him even harder than before. It’s good they had lubed up, but even so: Sokka is pretty sure he just tore something. He doesn’t have it in him to care though. He starting to lose his grip. Spirits this woman, La drown her and her filthy mouth. That doesn’t happen. Instead, Sokka increases the pressure, ramming the princess deeper into his wife. The hand one holding the Azula’s thigh gives it a hard squeeze, while Sokka’s other holds him up against the mattress. From the delicious mewls his actions earn him, it’s clear neither of the girls mind. Still wanting more, Sokka wraps his arms around Azula’s chest and throat pulling them both back upright on their knees, burying his dick fully inside her ass and forcing her back flush against his chest and. In return she bucks her hips back and forth until she’s almost going faster than he does. It seems Azula’s getting close, Suki must be doing a number on her. Sokka grins while he leans into Azula’s ear "I remember a certain naughty girl who used to call me a savage." he whispers, flexing his arm against her throat. “I did uncle.” The princess squeaks out, her voice turning more panicked the more she talks, “I’m sorry. I was a bad girl. Please~” Sokka cuts her off by ramming into her once more. "How you like this savage dick." he hollers. “I love it Uncle!” Azula cries while Sokka pounces against her, “Thanks you! Please give me more~” Then Azula lets out Sokka’s favorite sound of the night yet, not anything high and whiney but a groan deep and guttural, while bearing the mother of all clenches down on Sokka’s dick. Eventually Azula’s whole body almost starts convulsing as she tightens and releases her grip on Sokka, before she collapses on Suki. Sokka blanches. Did she just~ Suki bursts out laughing, breaking Sokka’s line out thought. “Savage dick,” she repeats, wiping away a tear from eye, “I’ll remember that one.” “Shut up,” Sokka mutters, reluctantly pulling his dick out of Azula’s backside. He had wanted to finish, but the moment is ruined now. “Hmm, no that won’t do,” Suki mumbles, eyeing Sokka hard cock. She turns to Azula. “How about you clean that up baby girl? And use your mouth would you?” Suki adds. “What?” Azula asks, still dazed. Then she turns to Sokka. “Oh.” she murmurs, snapping out of it, “Yes Auntie.” Gingerly, the princess wraps her lips around the tip of Sokka’s waiting cock. Then Suki grabs the back of Azula’s head and shoves the princess all the way down the base. Sokka curls his toes swallowing a scream at the scraping of teeth and he’s just about to come undone when Azula wraps her tongue around him, before that Suki pulls Azula’s head back up, just as suddenly as she’d pushed it down. “Don’t you get greedy princess,” Suki chides the woman, “You were just cleaning up.” And then Suki starts sucking his dick herself. Sokka doesn’t even last a minute. He tries to warn Suki, but she ignores him and lets him release into her mouth. Suki releases Sokka’s cock with a satisfied ‘pop’ and licks her lips. “You swallowed it” Sokka mutters, somewhat in awe. He doesn’t know why that of all things surprises him the most this night. “Don’t get used to it.” Suki lies, grinning up at him. “I just couldn’t get outdone by a little girl now could i?” “Of course,” Sokka replies, putting the back off his hand on his forehead in faux-offense. "That was nice,” Azula cuts in, “you two are not still mad at me for~ you know?' "No it's fine,” Sokka replies, waving her off, “Seriously we’ve been over this: it was a long time ago, you didn't know any better at the time, you apologized and you’ve even changed since then." “Good. That’s good.” Azula mumbles, “Uhm, one more thing.” “What?” “You two remember that diaper I was wearing? Because I’m gonna need a new one...” ~ fin

Chapter 4(/4): Have Your Cake And Eat It Too --- They’re already in the bathroom before they realize the changing mat is still in the box downstairs. Toph tried to persuade Zuko that it’s not a big deal, but Zuko insisted, saying that he bought the damn thing and he’ll use it too. Leaving her with just the sound of hot water spilling out of the faucet into the bath. So now she’s waiting for him on the toilet. The irony of which does not escape her. The sensation itself is also a bit odd. It feels… soggy. It’s not bad per se, but its not something Toph expects she’d be comfortable in for long, which helps her get over her earlier disappointment of having to change at all. Speaking of which: “Alright Toph I got the mat” says Zuko announcing his presence, “I’m just going to plant it on the floor since we don’t really have room for it anywhere else.” “Go right ahead”, Toph answers. It won’t really make a difference to her anyways. Toph awkwardly waddles over to him as Zuko does exactly that. “So do I just sit down?” She asks. “Guess so.” Zuko answers. With that Toph steels her resolve and moves to sit, though she ends up misjudging the distance slightly and squeaks as she plops down instead. The resulting pressure on her nethers having left her more excited than she’d care to admit. Zuko clears his throat. “Toph, could you–” “Oh right,” She answers, before metalbending her zipper down. Allowing Zuko to take off her pajamas. The cold air against Toph's now exposed skin makes her shiver, though knowing Zuko must be drinking her sight plays a part in that too. Toph wonders, idly, what kind of image that would be, if the added diaper would stunt the usual desirability of her birthday suit. Could he see she ‘used’ her diaper? She knows it had swollen, which would probably be visible, but such a detail alone may get overlooked. There might be other tells though. Toph could faintly smell the scent of urine, but most seeing people couldn't smell as well as she could, so she doesn’t know if they would be able to tell. Toph is still unsure as Zuko undoes the tapes of her diaper. The chill against her wet skin makes the rest of her feel hot by comparison. Though this time Zuko quickly senses Toph’s plight and soothes her by letting plumes of hot air waft over her before properly sharing his warmth through touch. Zuko even heats the wet wipes before cleaning her. This time Toph doesn’t need to beg for Zuko to get to every spot, which Toph shamelessly takes advantage of by bucking into his fingers. She’d almost done the same earlier today when she’d gotten so caught up in the moment she’d completely forgotten Jin’s presence. Toph is still split about whether she should be more mortified of her own lapse in judgement or how encouraging Jin’s response had been, because if they hadn’t stopped things there Toph doesn’t know if they would have at all. Sexshop or not, straight up fucking in the isle had to be against store policy, or illegal. Toph may pride herself on her flagrant disregard for social convention, but that would have been a bit much, even for her. “Don’t get too excited now,” Zuko murmurs to her, bringing her back to earth, “you’ll want to relax for the bath, it’s hot.” With that, his hands disappointingly retreat before fingering her in earnest. Toph tries not to let it bother her. That problem will fix itself soon enough after all. Zuko grabs her wrists, at which Toph lets him pull her up and lead her to the bath. Wisely, he does not just pull her in there too. Instead letting Toph gather her courage in front of the tub. Judging by the lack of sound there’s no water pouring out of the faucet anymore. Zuko must have turned it off at some point, but Toph can’t recall exactly when. She doesn’t know why it irks her. Considering the still warm damp coming off of the bath, it can’t have been too long ago. Tentatively, she bows down, reaching with the tip of her fingers into the water. The hot sensation making her Instinctively hurl them back. She feels warm hands descend upon her shoulders. Zuko’s soft caress soothes Toph, but the hard member poking her back excites her. Reminds her why she agreed to this. Toph’s usually better at paying attention to when Zuko gets naked, but then maybe she shouldn’t. It’s a good kind of surprise. “The water is hot, but it shouldn’t be enough to scald,” Zuko tells her. And it’s true. Even without her earthsense Toph can tell. Flexing her hand, doesn’t feel any pain. “But if I was wrong,” Zuko continues, “I can add some cold water if you like.” “No, you were right,” Toph assures him, “I just let my nerves get the better of me.” She sighs. “I’ll just relax.” Toph continues, before grabbing onto the edge on the tub and shaking her head. She turns to Zuko. “Could you just…? You know.” Toph barely even knows what she’s trying to get across “Oh, of course.” Zuko replies, sliding into the bath in a motion so smooth Toph hardly senses him shift. Toph feels her feet get slightly chilly again. Water or not, better to be warm in there than stay out cold shivering like a fool. She takes deep breaths, sliding one leg over the edge and dipping her toes inside. Zuko was right. Toph’s toes end up acclimating quickly to the heat. So dips her whole foot in, her other quickly following it too. As she moves to slide in entirely Zuko offers a hand, letting Toph release her hold of the tub’s edge and keeping her from having to fret about accidently bending the ceramic. Toph Beifong has an iron control on her bending, but it’s still nice not to need to focus on such things. Toph lets out a sigh of relief once she’s fully submerged at which Zuko promptly wraps his arms around her. It’s a nice feeling. Toph’s hardly floating with Zuko underneath her, but there’s still a sense of weightlessness the water gives her. Combined with the warmth she feels her body relax in places she hadn’t even realized could be tensed. She expected, dreaded a sense of paralyzing fear to wash over her. To feel completely helpless like she had before the badgermoles had taught her their way of seeing the world. But while she can’t do that in the water her she can still feel the presence of nearby Earth even as, outside of memory, any sort of shape eludes her. Zuko being there helps too. Toph doesn’t need her earthsense to feel his heartbeat, wrapped around her as he is. Toph can feel the rest of Zuko too. Namely: his still(?) hard dick Toph’s crotch is currently resting against. It’s definitely distracting her from the whole relaxation thing. Not that Toph is complaining. While she would never even brought any of this up if she doubted Zuko. It’s still nice to be reminded of how much Zuko still cares for her. It’s just nice in general too. Zuko wordlessly starts massaging her scalp. By the smell of it he’s soaking in her shampoo. Toph usually never washes her hair right before going to sleep, which makes her feel slightly less guilty when she just so happens to press her clit against his dick while stretching her back, or when she lazily keeps rocking back and forth against it after that. Toph does keep it at that, letting Zuko continue doting on her. Toph smiles. It hits her how she really has it both ways. All the comforts of a child, all the pleasures of a woman. She closes her eyes. The hot water is tiring her out to the point Toph thinks she might actually fall asleep like this. She’ll need to finish first though. She’s been excited all day and Zuko hasn’t been helping with all the teasing. Toph strikes once Zuko finishes washing her hair. Quickly turning around to straddle his hips. “I wasn’t done washing you yet.” Zuko says in response, his tone teetering on petulant. “Yeah,” Toph tells him while draping her arms over his shoulders and shamelessly grinding on his dick, “that’s usually how these things go.” Zuko goes still for a bit at that, before pulling her down towards him. They start kissing and Toph has to stifle a laugh as the water’s surface tickles her nipples. Already she finds herself going out of breath, forcing her to break off the kiss. Pent up as she is, Toph doubts she’ll last long. Zuko isn’t helping with him simply moving to her neck and continuing to kiss her there. His kisses have a bit of a suck to them, which he’s usually cagier about. Apparently those leave marks, which is ‘inappropriate’. Toph had asked Zuko what so bad at letting people know she was taken, since seeing people used plenty of things for that kind of thing and Zuko had never been able to provide a good explanation. Today Zuko was being more lax about it. Probably because neither of them had any a plans to leave the house tomorrow. It’s a nice change, but Toph still wants more. To that end; she slides a hand down towards Zuko’s cock, revels the press of teeth on her throat once she grabs it, then she gives his dick a light squeeze, allowing her thumb to graze her middle finger on the other end, which Zuko rewards by releasing a soft moan before biting down on her shoulder. Toph finally has Zuko enter her after that. After which she can’t help but press down on him hard enough that some of the water spills out of the tub. Toph hardly cares and goes back up fully intending to ride as fast and hard as she can. Zuko puts a stop to those dreams though. His hands barreling down on her ass cheeks, their firm grip digging past the fat and kneading the muscle, slowing her pace. Toph whines out of both protest and pleasure. The two seem to pair up a lot when it comes to Zuko. “You were wasting the water.” He says by way of explanation. Toph wants to tell Zuko what exactly she thinks about water retention at a time like this. But quickly the sensation of being so ~ filled up drowns out the urge. Zuko may not quite being going at Toph’s speed, but he is enforcing a more consistent rhythm at a still respectable pace and movements, well, fluid enough not to disturb the water too much. It leaves Toph with just enough wherewithal to have her craving more, bastard is probably doing it on purpose. Toph knows just how to get what she wants though, even with her partner’s firm grip on her behind holding her in place, that being that at the end of the day Zuko is one big soft wuss. As the first act of her scheme, she lets her body lean against Zuko’s. Feeling him even closer than before, Toph doesn’t bother to hold her moans back, they’ll only make the next part easier. “Please,” she begs into Zuko’s ear, “give me more~ fuck me harder.” Zuko doesn’t say anything back, but his entire body tensing is as clear a response as any. The way his chest hardens enough to make Toph’s tits chafe as they wax and wane against his, or how Toph has a to muffle a groan in Zuko’s neck when his grip on her turns steel in the way that lets Toph know she’ll be feeling it long after Zuko lets go. And fuck he’s fucking Toph hard alright. Practically ramming his hips into her, delving his dick deep into her nethers in the best way. Toph knows she has getting close to release, but from the way Zuko is ramping it up he’s gotta be close too. Zuko has finally broken his silence, though it’s not words he’s saying, just need, want and unabashed lust he holds for her. Toph doesn’t think she could speak at this point either, but she’s only too happy to know she really can still draw that out from him, even when she feels like such a mess though Zuko would have her believe it’s a good look on her. In any case, it doesn’t matter now, because they don’t need words when they can feel each other like this. It makes Toph let out something deep and guttural, as she finally crosses over that edge and a wave of ecstasy washes over her. Vaguely, she feels him into her as well as she rides out the rest of her high. Eventually Toph crashes back down to Earth and collapses onto Zuko. Cruelly, he allows her little respite: “We should probably get out of the water before it gets filthy.” He tells Toph. “Should have thought of that before.” Toph grumbles. She doesn’t even so much as pout before Zuko is carrying the both of them out of the bath, exposing Toph’s wet skin back to the frigid air, but before long Zuko has Toph dried up and she finds herself under the cozy blankets of their bed in Zuko’s warm embrace. Maybe everything will alright she thinks and then sleep takes her.

I got asked to do so by a reader on my other story who reads through a translator. With the Control H function on Word it's actually fairly painless, i just also experimented with changing colours as i write, which turned out to be a dud. If you prefer to read without colours though, you can do so on Ao3.

I'm grateful to hear that. i'll try a lighter read for the rest of the series, though the next chapter i'll probably keep the same colours since i've already started writing it. In the meantime, you might prefer reading lightmode on LegitFic or the uncoloured version basically everywhere else.