Lounging in a pillowy heaven, Azula stifled a belch. It simply would not do for the rightful Firelord to be heard brapping out gas like some common peasant or barnyard animal.
Ty Lee had been so deliciously servile all day, kowtowing to her, meeting her every need, and -- more glorious of all -- feeding her. Azula hadn't wanted to admit just how hungry she had been. When that first plate of glorious sticky steamed buns was set before her, it had taken all her willpower not to start stuffing them in her mouth like a ravenous platypus bear. But she had refrained -- she had! She had eaten them daintily. Carefully. With the delicacy befitting her station. And then, she had kept eating.
The little acrobat had set dish after dish in front of her, scarcely saying anything except "yes, Firelord" or "no, Firelord" or showering her with extravagant compliments. Finally! Someone in this stinking hole was treating her the way she deserved. She never, ever wanted this glorious pampering to end. Unfortunately, her stomach had other plans.
Azula belched again into the back of her hand. Burff. She was absolutely gorged.
"You did so well today, Firelord!" Ty Lee chirped, snuggling up against Azula and lightly brushing the girl's distended stomach with a chilled bunch of grapes. Azula felt the cold, moist fruit against her taut skin and shivered. "You'll be your old self again in no time!"
"I'm already feeling like... better..." Azula said sleepily. "You have served me well. Very well."
"Thank you, Firelord."
"I can eat no more. You may finish the rest of this yourself."
Ty Lee grinned. "Thank you, Firelord, but I'm on a diet, remember?"
"The Firelord's leftovers are a great reward. You mean to tell me that you refuse this honor?"
The acrobat's smile grew uncertain. "Azula, I -- I mean, I can't, you know? I'm happy to do this for you, but don't ask me to--"
"You would refuse an order?" Azula's eyes flashed.
"But -- you can't actually order me to--"
"I am your Firelord!" Azula snarled.
Ty Lee sat up ramrod straight. "Yes, Firelord! I'm sorry!" She picked up a half-finished bowl of rice and began scooping it out with her hands and stuffing it in her mouth. Azula smiled. Now this was how she was supposed to be treated.
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Ty Lee groaned as she walked slowly away from the Garden, holding a hand to her aching side. Why, oh why had Azula insisted on her finishing every last scrap of those leftovers? She was supposed to be losing weight, and instead she'd been forced to stuff herself to the point of nausea. All her hard work and exercise had been erased, just like that, buried under and avalanche of calories.
Her cheeks burned. She'd never get in shape now. She was going to have to go out, in front of some huge crowd, looking like... like... this! Like a flabby, out-of-shape ball of butter!
But... but Azula had eaten so well. And if this was the cost of keeping that poor girl from starving herself, well, she would just have to bear it.
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