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Sukhad of The Lesson


Azula had been running for what seemed like an eternity, though here in the spirit world, time had begun to lose some of its meaning anyway. She turned to look over her shoulder, but saw nothing. Of course, that was merely what they wanted her to see. Yes, it was becoming all too clear, even here, on another world, an infinite distance away from anyone she had known in her old life, all those around her still plotted her downfall. They just wanted to see her fail! Even though her natural superiority was obvious... no, because it was obvious...


Suddenly, her enemy showed its face. If you could call it a face. A creature, no more than three feet tall, appeared before her, arms slender and legs curved. It had a peculiar expression, like it was winking to some unknown audience, and it raised one of its six fingers up to what might be a mouth on it's porcelain surface. The whites and reds that painted its facade reminded Azula of a fox antelope.


“I knew it! You've been following me this whole time, haven't you”


The strange creature simply shuddered silently, as if it were laughing. Laughing at her! But it wouldn't be laughing for long! She summoned her inner fire and let loose a wave of flame as she kicked in a wide arc, sending red streaks out at the taunting being. But when she watched the flames die out mid-air, the creature was gone. In its place stood Ty Lee, frowning disapprovingly, and Azula's temper rose further.


“YOU! You betrayer! Did you think I would forget? No! You're finally going to pay for your unmitigated treachery!” She spat out at her former friend.


Ty Lee sighed, and said “No, Azula. You brought this on yourself. It was only a matter of time.”

“SHUT UP! I won't listen to your treasonous deceptions!”


The two then clashed, but Azula was tired and unfocused, and she stumbled. That moment of weakness was all it took for the acrobatic contortionist to control the battle... far more completely than Azula could have anticipated.


She knew very well just how limber Ty Lee's own body was, but now it seemed that she had the same kind of flexibility when manipulating other people as well. The first sign of this was how she grabbed Azula's leg in mid-kick and simply pushed back on it, relocating Azula's foot far back behind her head. The feeling was odd... detatched, as if it was someone else's leg that was being wrapped around her shoulder. She looked on in shock as Ty Lee continued to stretch her limbs in impossible configurations.


As she lost her balance and began to fall over backwards, Ty Lee whipped one of her arms back, and Azula – quite unwittingly – caught her own fall. She was perched up by one leg and one arm, and wobbled like a poorly made table. But Ty Lee was not done molding the princess. Next, while suspending her above the ground by holding on to her one unbent arm, she crossed Azula's second leg behind her head. Azula hung limply by the hand, as her body started to resemble an inert lump of clay. She struggled to break free, but her own limbs bound her and her struggles succeeded only in causing a jolt of pain to run through her poor abused joints.


Ty Lee then laid Azula down on the ground and continued to contort her. She stuck the fire bender's arms through her legs and tightened the jumbled mass like a giant knot, stepping down on the twisted girl to get greater leverage and squeeze her entwined arms and legs even tighter into place.


When it was finally over, the poor pretzeled princess felt completely helpless. She tried to reach out and strangle her treacherous tormentor, but her left arm was pinned to the ground by her right thigh. In fact her arms felt somewhat backwards, for lack of a better term. They were wrapped around her back and knotted through the space in between her legs, while each leg was twisted 180 degrees and bent back in on itself, meeting at the back of her head, with her feet, tied at the ankles, poking out from either side of her face. Her torso was also immobile, but instead of being twisted like the rest of her body (and mind, but that was hardly Ty Lee's doing), it was folded in half, and her chin rested on top of her butt. Azula was thoroughly humiliated, but had lost none of her fire.


“How dare you?! Get down here so I can bite your kneecaps!”


Ty Lee simply shook her head and said “oh, Azula... you have learned nothing...”


And that was the last she saw of her former friend. Laying on the cold ground, unable to move, Azula seethed in her shame. And though she couldn't recall what had transpired to undo this awful fate, she eventually found herself running, once again. The trees had taken on an orange tint, and had started to fall. She carelessly tromped through the piles of leaves that were becoming more and more frequent, and found herself running through what looked like a target range.


In fact, she noted that she was most likely standing down-range, as there were several bulls-eyes painted on the line of trees right next to her. She paused for the briefest of moments, at which point an audible sharpness cut through the air, giving her only the barest of instants to act.


THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK


A set of knives appeared, one-by-one, lodging themselves into the tree behind Azula as she just barely dodged them. One beside her head, two beneath her raised arms, one at her left foot, which she shifted out of the way and one at her right which was now perched atop a low-hanging branch to avoid the stabbing implement.


“HEY! I demand to know who is so careless as to endanger my royal personage!” Azula shouted toward the forest.


THUNK THUNK


Another two knives swiftly flew past the precariously posed princess, one aimed for her right shoulder and the other for her left thigh. She bent her torso to the left, letting the sharp weapon pin itself – and her shirt – to the tree. At the same time, she twisted her legs into a figure-four shape, the other knife sticking through the upper part of her boot and pinning that leg in place.


“I SAID, I DEMAND TO–” She shouted again, but was interrupted as a final knife came zooming in towards her and, having run out of room to evade, she caught the blade between her teeth and snarled at the shadowy figure in front of her before spitting it out.


The figure stepped closer, and finally spoke, revealing itself to be Mai, Azula's other former friend.


“Oops,” she said in a dreary monotone, “I didn't see you there,”


“LIES! YOU TRIED TO ASSASSINATE ME!” Azula yelled defiantly.


“oh no you caught me i guess ill tell you all about my evil plan now,” Mai deadpanned, shrugging as non-chalantly as possible.


“Don't you take that tone with ME, you traitorous treasoner!”

“Or what, Azula? You're going to double-banish me? Believe it or not, not everything is about you. Sometimes people just. Don't. Care.”

“I'll tell you what I'm going to do, you fool! First, I'm going to-Hnnng!” Azula had intended to wrest herself free from the knives holding her in place, but merely struggled in place, unable to move.

“Problem, Princess?” Mai said, smirking slightly.


“First I'm going to DEMAND that you release me from this entrapment!”

“You know what? Fine. I'm just bored enough to watch to try and fail.”


She made a gesture with her hands and the blades all fell to the ground, as if tugged on by invisible strings. Mai then straightened out her gloves and looked Azula straight in the eye. The two were both ready to battle, but Azula was still feeling the effects of Ty Lee's twisty torture and as she charged at Mai, her limbs went all wobbly and she collapsed in a heap, her noodley limbs sprawled out about her. While she tried to stand again, Mai cocked an amused eyebrow at the weakened princess.


Before she could fight back, Mai shot a throwing knife out of one of her long sleeves. The blade flew with a FWIP in a straight line headed right for Azula's upturned backside. It embedded itself in her protruding butt and send shivers through her prone body before she shot herself upwards with the new batch of adrenaline powering her ascent.

“YEEOW!” She yelped, in a most undignified manner.


Mai chuckled almost silently, having determined that this was one of the best ways to alleviate the oppressive ennui of her stagnant, ever-disappointing life.


FWIP


She hucked another knife into Azula's bottom, eliciting another yelp.


“OW!” She shouted. It was music to Mai's ears.


FWIP FWIP FWIP


Three knives, in succession, went sailing through the air and planted themselves in the princess' posterior.


“Aah! Ooh! Ugh!”


“I could do this all day,” Mai commented dryly, tossing another knife into Azula's ass.


FWIP

“OUCH!” She shouted, angrily, and turned to launch some fire at the knife-wielding girl, but Mai simply spun around her smacking her in a section of butt that had remained clear of sharp pointy knives.


Azula clenched her teeth in pain as the spank moved the knives around her abused backside and sent waves of pain through her. She stifled a tear and reached around to pluck the impediments out of her. Unfortunately, Mai wasn't about to show her any mercy. She waited for the precise moment that Azula was about to yank and stuck one more knife straight up from below, jabbing her foe with an extra bit of force just as she was pulling.


“YYYEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOUUUUCH!!!!!” She screamed, and the pain propelled the princess like a projectile straight up at a particularly thick branch of a tree.


She slammed face-first into the wood, creating an impression of her dazes and pained face that pushed up out from the other side as she stuck there, hanging limply, her red, throbbing bottom plain for all to see. Mai wished she had some way to capture the moment, so that she could gaze upon the beaten butt of her former friend.


“Look,” She said to an invisible audience, “It's a Princess Pincushion,” and smirked her tiny smug smirk before walking away.


She turned her head back to look at the (probably unconscious) girl, and said “Unfortunately, though, you have learned nothing,” before wandering away for good.


Azula didn't remember plucking the knives from her butt. All she remembered was the pain they left behind as she resumed running... somewhere. This time, she felt an encroaching cold... and oddly enough, the crunching sound of snow beneath her.


She started to shiver, and felt a numbness encroach upon her body, starting from her fingers and toes and seeping slowly into her fiery core. Pretty soon her run had slowed to a stagger. Her limbs made a crackling sound as they moved jerkily through the increasing snowfall, and Her teeth chattered uncontrollably as she trudged through what was quickly becoming a storm.


But as the storm grew, she spotted a building of some kind – Shelter from the stinging cold. She plowed through the white dust in front of her and barged in, not even thinking of the possibility that anyone else could be in such an inhospitable environment. And so, when she huddled up against the convenient fire in the middle of the room, all that was on her mind was focused on was how preposterous an idea making a house out of ice was. She would have to educate these savages, she thought. But in her ruminating she didn't realize that one of those “savages” was right behind her.


Katara used her bending to pull some water out from the frozen surface of the walls and twisted several floating streams through the air. The water hovered over Azula for a brief moment, then splashed down on her and the fire, dousing it and making her feel the chill even more through her wet clothes. Her shivering started to increase dramatically.


“What are you doing, peasant!?”


“Oh, I'm sorry, PRINCESS, did I forget to drench you in the proper ROYAL water? Next time I'll be sure to bring a bottle from the fire nation the next time I whup your butt!”


“Obviously we didn't burn down enough of your pathetic filthy villages!” Azula spat out vehemently.


With that, Katara snapped, and unleashed her darkest, most dangerous weapon. Focusing on the water in Azula's blood, she took control of her body and held her still. Breathing steadily, she then exerted her will upon the paralyzed princess, forcing her new meat puppet to dance in impossible, jerky movements. She tossed the fire bender about like a ragdoll without even touching her, and the damage from her previous encounters became even more obvious as her jellified limbs flailed about with ease at Katara's hydrokinetic suggestion and her sore rump bounced against the walls like a ping-pong ball. Katara smiled at her hapless toy, enjoying the power she had over the arrogant royal pain within her invisible grasp. Finally satisfied that she had wrung out any resistance, the tribal girl let her imperialistic opponent flop downward in a weak, malleable heap on the cold hard ground.


She wearily lifter her head to look up at the brown girl stanging high above her prone form and taunted her, “C-come down here and f-fight me like a-”


“Like a what, you spoiled, selfish, egotistical, evil, insane DESPOT? LIKE A WHAT!?” Katara yelled down at her, anger rising like a tremendous tide, as she shoved her booted foot down on the Fire Nation girl's face, muffling whatever she was about to say.


Azula muttered something into the sole of Katara's boot, leaving a bit of drool on the leather and regretting the feeling and flavor it left on her tongue. She glared upward with her eyes peeking out from around the toe of the domineering teen's boot. Katara smiled dangerously as she thought of the perfect punishment for the powerless princess. She took a long swig from her hip-flask and eptied it into her mouth, swishing the liquid as she pulled Azula up by the hair and held their faces close.


And then, unexpectedly, she kissed her enemy. The kiss was deep, far deeper than the psychotic princess had ever imagined a kiss could be. She smothered the thought that it was her first deep down the depths of her psyche, but the blush on her cheek remained. Then the intimate gesture went further and further down, and she realized that it wasn't just her mouth that was being filled with Katara's fluids. She felt it running down her throat and even in the pit of her belly... her belly, which was starting to expand. And it wasn't the only part of her that was groaning with internal pressure.


Her breasts popped out like a pair of Fire Nation flags, waving proudly over their citizenry. Her loose limbs pointed outward like they were marching to claim the birthright of their nation. Or like tent-poles that held up the canvass of Fire Nation superiority. Even her butt was swelling with the pride of a thousand loyal troops of fire-bending soldiers, ready to lay down their lives for their nation.


At this point she was quite large, and feeling immeasurably embarrassed. She descended from the weight of the water stuffing her and her belly bounced on the icy floor making a disgraceful sound like some kind of beach toy that was being played with unforgivably out of season. The water pressure had faded from her arms and legs, but now she was far too rotund for them to do her any good, and they simply hung uselessly at her side.


Katara released the lip-lock that had caused this sorry state and admired her handiwork. Or mouthiwork, as it were. She poked the round girl and enjoyed the flailing of limbs and sloshing sound that came out. Azula was stuck and blushing and altogether entirely upset. She moaned angrily at the brown-skinned victor, but before saying anything, Katara interrupted her.


“You know what your problem is? You don't see what's right in front of you unless it matches your preconceived notions of superiority... Well, if you're so superior, then why did I beat you? Then again, maybe all you really need is to cool down!” she said, making smooth motions with her upper body, waving her hands delicately but deliberately.


Azula sloshed back and forth, until, slowly at first, she stopped in place and started to lose some of her bounce. Then Katara reached upward and stood on one foot dramatically, raising her chi and lowering the temperature. Azula froze solid, her face contorted into an expression that was quite unbecoming. Her brow was pointed up in worry and her lips pouted deeply. Her eyes still moved, twitching around without her head turning and a vague muffled scream came from her stiff mouth.


As she lay there, stuck, she felt herself grow fragile, and the oddest thing yet occurred. Her vision split, and she saw cracks all around her. At first she thought the building was falling apart, but then she realized that those cracks were forming in her! She krinkled and crumbled, her body falling all apart in chunks as the icy princess shattered into a thousand pieces. Each piece was autonomous, and her eyes still darted back and forth, nearly begging for help. At this point she probably would have settled for being swept up into a dustpan. At least then her body parts would all be touching each other.


As she left Azula to her fate, Katara spoke in an icy tone, “You have learned nothing,”


It took Azula quite a while to pull herself together... or perhaps it happened very quickly, who could really know? Either way, she found herself leaving the cold behind to get somewhere a bit more dry. She was tired of running, and now walked slowly, hobbling a little bit, through a canyon of some sort. She looked about, knowing that her next opponent could emerge at any moment. The thought finally crossed her mind to hide out somewhere for a while, but unfortunately she didn't get the chance to try this new tactic as several huge boulders rolled down from the sides of the canyon and slammed down in front of her, boxing her in.


“Where do you think you're going, captain crazy-pants?” A young voice echoed out.


Azula turned to look and saw Toph standing proudly atop one side of the canyon, hands on hips and face full of attitude. Azula opened her mouth to taunt the boisterous earth-bender, but all that came out was a sad whimper. At least the loud tomboy was too far away to hear that pathetic sound.


“Now listen up, fussy-britches,” Toph said, pointing down at Azula, “ 'cause I'm only gonna say this once! I'm here to teach you a lesson, and the only language my teachin' muscles speak is PAIN.” she flexed her tiny muscles in demonstration before continuing, “You gotta learn that no matter how good you are, things don't always go your way! So get ready for a world o' hurt, Miss sassy-face...” She cracked her knuckles before adding, “Educationally speaking, of course.”


During that brief monologue, Azula had been searching for a method of escape, desperately trying to come up with a better plan than “go back the way I came,” but that plan seemed to be the only alternative to “stick around while I get pummeled,” so she reluctantly went with it. But she had barely made it a yard or so before the earth shook, causing her to stumble. She fell down backwards, landing on her sore butt and yelping in pain. She turned her head to look behind her and saw that the tumble had left a tear in the back of her pants, letting her red swollen buttocks show. She pouted at the sight, but knew she couldn't dwell.


As Toph rode a patch of earth down into the canyon, Azula struggled to get back up, but her legs were like jelly. She wobbled back and forth, her knees hardly able to stay pointed in the right direction. She tried lifting herself up, but her stretched out arms were too weak and she simply fell down flat on her face, limbs sprawled askew and flopping in unnatural directions. She moaned into the rock tiredly.


By the time she finally figured out how to move her tortured, beaten body and stood upright again, Toph had made it down next to her, and was slugging a fist into an open palm, smiling crookedly with all the confidence of a hungry wolfbat about to pounce on a wounded baby rabaroo. Azula's knees began shaking and she decided to try the final tool in her arsenal. She was going to bluff.


“You will not touch me, dirt-princess. I am protected by an entire NATION, where as you are just some runaway punk. But if you insist on making a fool of yourself, then I'll just have to show you true superiority, you rotten little brat!” She said, full of bluster, though her voice cracked a bit.


Toph simply raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest and saying “Are you for real? You're falling apart, lady.”


Before Azula could protest, she notied that Toph was far more right than either of them might have guessed. Her outstretched, accusative finger fell from her hand and landed on the ground with a dull thud. She blinked a couple times before the rest of her body joined her finger. Her arms fell out of their sockets and soon the rest of her followed suit, her torso landing on the ground with a weak moan as her legs gave out, and her head cracking into a few different pieces when it crashed to the ground at the pintsized powerhouse's feet. She looked up through one of her worried-looking eyes as the earth-bender laughed down at her crumbling form, pointing a finger in disbelief.


“Wow, you made this TOO easy! One Princess Pancake comin' up!” She said, motioning with her arms and shifting her feet to bend a huge boulder up and over her collapsed victim opponent.


The heavy rock hovered for a second above Azula before it came crashing down.

SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!


Toph swung the boulder down in rapid succession, clobbering Azula three times in a row and smashing her flat. When she stopped to examine the fire-bender she saw a mashed and flattened mess. Azula had been compacted into a flat circular shape, and her jumbled limbs wrapped around theedges of a huge stretched out face, locked in a dazed expression with crossed eyes. A low groan escaped the disked young lady's lips. And her Earth Kingdom opponent took a little walk to get to know her flattened form a bit better.


Satisfied with her work, and having gotten a good look at Azula's new shape, Toph picked her up from off the ground and flicked her wrists, whipping the flat girl's body out like a blanket a few times, before-pop-She returned to her usual shape. She was woozy and her whole body ached, but at least she was whole again. Sadly, this was not to last, as Toph readied her next attack.


Two pieces of rock came hurtling towards her from either canyon wall, their flat surfaced coming together at the point Azula was standing.

SQUISH!


Trapped between a rock and a hard rock, Azula was pressed into a smear on the surface of said rocks, and as they pulled back to show her squishy body, she stuck to both of them and was stretched between them like a piece of gum with a cute little Fire Princess' face on it. She let out a befuddled moan as her body was pulled out further and further until-SNAP-she popped off the surfaces of the rocks and spun about in a spiral, falling down into a pile of squishy princess bits on the ground. Her face burbled into the canyon rock and little hands and feet stuck out of the mound of mashed girl and squirmed about in place as the rest of her body slowly spread out like molasses.


“Y-you habben befeeted me yegt, t-tiny... blugh....” she muttered, half senseless, up at her bemused tormentor.


“Oh, yeah? Still got some fight in you, huh? Ready for some more squashin'?” Toph asked rhetorically, preparing more hovering rocks to pummel the princess with.


Azula regretted her brave front when she saw all the loose rubble in the canyon rise over her, ready to grind her into paste. Toph laughed as she launched rock after rock at her, making a squelching sound with each impact. The rocks pounded her all over, flattening her harder than ever, to the point that she was starting to spread out even further and wider than either of them expected. Toph stepped back as the squishy mess of a princess oozed closer. She tossed aside the rocks she was bending and leaned over to look Azula in the face and shook her head at the sight of a humbled, humiliated, beaten and squished girl. It was enough to draw sympathy even from the rough and tough tomboy.


“Wow. You really have learned nothing,” she said incredulously, and, having grown bored, walked off, leaving Azula alone with herself.


In more ways than one, it seemed, as a mirror image of the Fire Princess herself was the next encounter she had. The double smiled cockily at the disheveled girl. This newcomer was immaculate, wearing her hair tied up in a perfect bun, as usual, and proudly displaying her perfectly clean clothing in front of the torn and messy jumble of cloth that barely managed to cling to the more bedraggled of the two. Azula would have already electrocuted the impostor and taken her clothes by now, but she was far too tired to muster that kind of technique.

Instead, she pointed an accusing finger and said “How DARE you impersonate me, you impertinent IDIOT! I'll have you punished SEVERELY for this!”

The doppelganger merely smiled and made a pointing gesture of her own, saying simply, “It seems after all this, you still have learned nothing. That's fine with me. I do so love providing... instruction.”

And with that, she shot an arc of lightning right at the weary, weakened woman. Having almost no time to react, Azula took the bolt full-on, and felt the electricity surge through her like a freight train. She twitched and flailed, her limbs jerking about uncontrollably as she was electrified and lit up like a candle. The spirit Sukhad smiled with Azula's lips, savoring the lesson in humility that it knew it would get to teach again, and again, and again, and again...

Avatar won the strawpoll. I picked Azula. This is three times longer than any of my other fanfictions. Because Avatar is objectively better than whatever it was I wrote about last time... Guilty Gear? idk.

Anyway, Azula is tormented by a spirit trying to teach her humility by assuming the forms of other Avatar girls, namely Ty Lee, Mai, Katara and Toph. Not much to say about this one. It's just good clean fun. Well, clean except for Azula... She's a bit of a mess at the end.

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