This choice: Fire Nation Soldiers and Azula • Go Back...Chapter #8Fire Nation Soldiers and Azula by: Sojaxx   Cho watches as her girls are taken down by a squadron of Fire Nation soldiers, lead by none other than Fire Lord Ozai's own daughter, Azula. Her girls don't stand a chance as the soldiers blasted them with streams of fire and precise, swift attacks. For a moment Cho planned to join the fight and deal with the intruders until she watched the princess easily take down three of her girls with a lightning strike.
"Oh fuck this..." Cho mutters to herself. She slips past the battle and escapes undetected, runs into the nearby forest. "You won this round, but I'm getting my fuck boy back one way or another."
As for Aang, he can only helplessly listen to the conflict from his quarters with Riku clinging to his belly for safety. The rest of the girls surround and get in a defensive position should the soldiers make it this far. By the sound of it, they are getting closer and closer.
The door is torn off its hinges and launched forward, the horny girls just barely dodging it as it smacks against Aang's gut and bounces off. Aside from leaving a big red mark, Aang winces slightly but his pudge absorbs most of the damage. Fire Nation soldiers storm the room but falter momentarily as soon as they eyes upon the gargantuan guy in the back. The girls use this opportunity to strike first and the opposing forces clash. Riku, being the scaredy cat that she is, buries her face in Aang's folds. Aang wraps a flabby arm around her for protection while he watches the fight.
Despite their best efforts, the girls lose and collapse to the floor unconscious. Just as Azula happens to walk in with a confident grin.
"Pathetic. Lets hope the rumors are true and these girls really do have the- WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Azula stares dumbfounded at the sight of Aang morbidly obese and naked, as he sheepishly smiles and waves. A sudden spurt of gas spews from his rear end, much to the disgust of the princess as she recoils in disgust. She can hardly believe that this is the Avatar, but there's no mistaking his signature tattoos or that boyish look of his, even under all his flab and adipose.
"How disappointing...and disgusting. I was hoping for a challenge, but not like this. Restrain the girls and load this...this...blob onto the wagon. And cover him up." Azula orders. Her soldiers follow her command and proceed to grab Aang's captors to bring outside. The remaining men help Aang up to his feet and lead him outside. Aang doesn't put up a fight but does rip several farts along the way though not of his own volition.
Once outside, they load him up onto a large wagon while Cho's followers and Riku are forced into a cramp transport carriage with their hands and feet shackled. Even after all they've done to him, Aang can't help but feel sorry for them. Though that may be the Stockholm syndrome kicking in.
"You know it's funny," Azula says as she walks up to Aang. "I intended to use this cart to haul your repugnant bison. Not that there's much of a difference, you're nearly as large and equally filthy."
Before all this Aang would have made a retort but after weeks with the rogue Kyoshi warriors he has learned to let comments like that go and stay quiet. Azula gets a whiff of Aang and groans with disgust. She quickly walks off and shortly after they all start moving and head out. For the first time in weeks Aang starts to fear for his life. At least Cho took care of Aang and made his imprisonment pleasurable but Azula will definitely not be as kind. Assuming she lets him live that is.
As they move farther from the hideout, Aang begins to feel strangely rejuvenated. Its as if he were getting his second wind all of a sudden. As he strains to stretch his bloated limbs, a small plume of fire shoots out of his palm, surprising but also delighting him.
"My bending! It must be coming back," he says to himself. It finally occurs to him that without the medallion nearby, he can use his bending once more. Immediately he plans to use it to escape but then he remembers that he's still a naked overweight tub of lard. There's no telling how far he'll get. At his size there's no way he can sneak away so he would have to put up a fight and that may not end well. However the alternative is to fake being powerless and remain Azula's prisoner. There's no telling what she has planned.
After much consideration, Aang makes his choice...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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