Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit-Redux

Long time no see! I was asked by a friend to do some magic with a found fan-fiction story as linked to here. I decided that would be a good idea, and found myself satisfied with how it ended up! Hope you guys like it :)

The loud booming engines blared loudly overhead, ringing his sore, almost bruiseless but weakened frame, with the vibrations of an overpowering force. Inside the Avatar, closely approaching footsteps barely registered on the doorstep of his awareness. All the young, impression collection of elements, senses and sinew could feel was this intense, deep ache at it's core. But slowly, the male body become aware as sharp impressions bludgeoned Aang as he regretably rejoined the world of the living.

 

"You did it!", someone, possibly Sokka, yelled as he skid forward on his knees. "You should've seen yourself, it was amazing! You were all- ... Aang?"

 

"Aang! He's hurt!"

 

"Aang, talk to me! Aang!... What's on your face!?"

 

"We gotta get him to Katara, quickly!"

Aang felt smooth, intended hands scooping him up from the cold stone ground he on which he lay. Suddenly all the worlds of pain he previously experienced shook him and he squirmed, shivering and twisting his legs before he curled towards his weakly clutching palms. Moaning and arching his neck, feeling something wet in his lips and cheek, Aang squirmed as Sokka's words of comforted did nothing but disappear into the void of agony the young Avatar was drowning in. He needed help. Badly. Something was very wrong.

 

 

At first Katara was relieved to see Appa in the horizon, but her happiness had turned into terror and confusion when she saw her brother and Suki, carrying Aang's body. She screamed his name as she ran to him, healing water ready at her hand. Kneeling over at him, she noticed several minor burns and cuts, but they were not the main priority. She knew there was more and gently pulled Aang's hands away from his pants and realized the dire affliction was inside.

 

Thoughtlessly, she nursed pulled his pants and undergarments down and nursed her patient - she was too worried, and he too much in pain, for either of them to be any bit embarrassed, and brought her water to the point between his legs. Her waters formed over the shape of his bruised meat, and Aang winced and shuddered. The cold, rushing waters that skinned over his genitals felt immediately concerning, but soothing as he got used to it. 

 

Katara continued for a minute before she thought about the absurdity of this sitauation. That's when she looked down and realized how impression the avatar truly was. She could tell there was some swelling but even still... she felt very tempted to press her hands closer to feel it with her own skin; the water acted as a barrier between the two in the moment. A blush burned her cheeks as she made sure his eyes were closed as she swallowed her pride and pressed a little harder, hoping Aang wouldn't notice. Katara continued to focus as she let herself wander just a little.

 

 

"Well?", Aang asked weakly, after some minutes had passed. "Am I gonna make it?"

 

Katara shook her head and pushed away her thoughts, closing her legs together. She lifted her hand slightly and forced a weak smile, looking up at him. "It's pretty bad, but you should make a full recovery. You won't be able to walk for a few days, though..." 

 

"Oh... ohhh... mmm..." Aang groaned, leaning back and shiftly lightly. 

 

She coughed and asked, trying to sound stronger. "S-So, what happened?"

 

Aang shuddered and reflected as he remembered what happened. 

 

 

It was a sneak attack.

 

After taking away the ex-Firelord's bending, he had turned and bent the sea to put out all the forest fires the airship fleet of destruction had caused. Victory was secured and Aang was scanning the horizon, a moment of respite and understanding, recalling the great story he just fulfilled and considering his next steps. 

 

Aang stopped breathing for a moment of sharp clarity, but then he realized he had no idea what was going on.

 

A hard, crushing pressure whirled up from underneath Aang's spread legs and slammed up into his body. Ozai had gathered enough strength and sense to approach the Avatar and devastate him with as much power as he had left within him.

 

With his barefoot swinging, it smashed up into the Aang's groin with crushing force. Aang felt his testicles, his young, firm but delicate and unused organs get flattened and slammed into his body.

 

Immediately, Aang remembered when Azula struck him in the Avatar state. The shock and lifelessness as he fell and crumbled under the pressure was immediately overwhelming.

 

But this. This was far worse. He retained his full consciousness he was lifted up off the floor and his body lurched forward without any input from his shocked brain. All he could feel was a building, shooting pain from his groin that speared up like a dire firework into his stomach. Aang immediately thought his balls were impossibly kicked and pushed up into his stomach. But nothing felt impossible anymore. Not as Aang, as he did before, fell from a great height. But this time, the slam of the collapse rung his whole body and all that was left inside was just pain.

 

Aang's face morphed in a mask of disgust and agony. His skin crinkled and lips puckered silent as agony filled his pure and powerful, young, slender body. The pain was coming in uncountable, overwhelming waves from his bruised, dangling and fleshy organs. The pain was bright white and hotter than any fire that's ever been thrown his way, or that he's ever bent. Aang's legs twisted and hands twitched in a desperate grasp. His feet curled up in pain, body tensed as his soft, dirt filled lips gasped for breath. Agony continued to explode and multiply within him. His eyes were wide in shock and he could only let out a desperate, shivering gasp.

 

But that was not enough. Ozai had still more anger within him. Now unable to firebend and feeling the drain of his spirit weighing him, Ozai saw Aang's legs pushed up and body bent over in a ridiculous display. The firelord could not accept this hell. This dumb, stupid and impossibly powerful brat stole away all of his powers just moments ago, and now his face is down, ass is up as high up in the air, and Ozai can't help but realize that this is just a pathetic kid. He's a stupid, helpless and disappointing child, just like Zuko. A stupid, teenage boy with human weakness and human organs, just like everyone he's ever spat in the name of. How could this have happened!?

 

Ozai's mind warped around the empowering memory of crushing the Avatar's meaty testicles just a moment ago and hungered for more. This brat, blessed with such undeserving strength and endowment that overwhelmed Ozai's adult foot, must be punished for what he never deserved to have or take. He must continue to suffer. He must crack the Avatar's sack and make it salt the tainted ground on which they stand. The Avatar must remember him!

 

Ozai screamed and powered all his remaining energy, thought and fleeting balance in one more swing of his leg before he lost consciousness. Ozai threw everything in and felt his foot fall into the warmth between the Avatar's legs as his toes slammed up and splattered the at times goofy, teenage dream's flesh nuggets against his strong, bony body.

 

Ozai's final thoughts contained fury and unsatiated hunger, as his final sensations before losing consciousness was Aang's rapidly swelling and filled teenage sack, bruising, flattening and forming around his powerful, bare toes. 

 

And Aang felt it all. Before his fingers could protect the fruit in his weak, delicate state once again, he felt another strike of lightning from underneath. Slicing through his groin, down his legs and up to his neck, he felt his meaty organs splatter by hot, angry toes that dragged up and clawed as they rendered the Avatar absolutely hopeless.

 

Aang's throat choked with a scream, his body tensed and the Avatar swung over and landed before the cliff, unknowingly barely saving his now cursed life. His fingers, now able to clutch his tender orbs, finally curled around and hopelessly nursed the damaged goods as pain continued to overwhelm.

 

He squirmed, rolled and twisted with the pain, and Aang felt it rising up through him. The master of all four elements, helpless to this surprise attack, felt something escaping his body. Something inside pulled his mouth open, and wildly he gasped as his stomach spasmed. His throat burned with nasty afterburn as the taste of bile sickened his already fried senses. Helplessly, he vomited on the floor, some rolling off the cliff before Aang turned and took a sharp breath, getting some on his mouth and cheek. Aang breathed in cruelly, twisted and writhed as the insurmountable pain continued and his large, hazel eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

 

Then, his finely muscled but weak body shuddered and Aang curled up. Now, he was motionless. Slowly, he began moaning loudly for noone to hear. Then, crying softly as he lost his power to resist and choked on his own agony. Vicious, sad coughing as each breath was another stab in his loins and hell continued to reign the Avatar's young, inexperienced and sad body. He hopelessly swam in the sea of agony for what felt like an eternity, his body lifelessly breathing and groaning as Aang was lost in it all. 

And somewhere within, eventually, he heard the loud booming engine rung overhead and he slowly grew a mind to understand his sorry state once again.

 

 

Katara was speechless and looked away. She couldn't look at Aang as she focused on how evil Ozai was. To do such a thing out of spite... she started to feel embarrassed and shame, blushing and cringing.

 

Minutes passed in painful silence. Katara couldn't look at her savior in this state. She kept her head low and respectful, her blush fading with time.

 

"When I was a kid," Aang broke the silence nervously. He sounded more hurt more than when he first spoke. She still couldn't look at him.

 

"Gyatso once brought me to see this play. And during the play, a villain got hurt in the same place I did. I remember how he screamed like a girl, holding his crotch and making funny faces, and everyone in the theater laughed. Even me."

 

Katara looked at Aang and saw the pain and shame on his face. He was holding back tears.

 

"How can anyone think that's funny? How could I have thought it'd be?" His tears now broke through but he tried to pull them back. Hopelessly, he let the rest go and turned his head away. He shifted and refixed his grasp. He was trying to hold the pain within his hands but it was too much. With a whimper, he continued.

"And how can a villian, and a hero, both recieve the same fate? And what does it make of us humans, if every single one of us laughed every time one of our own gets hurt this badly? Do we get some sick satisfaction when someone's hurt, thinking that if it's not me, it's okay to laugh at it? I'm the Avatar, I'm supposed to help these people, to save them. But is it really worth it, if they can also be so evil?"

 

Katara couldn't answer that. She stopped her healing waters and moved her hands to her lap.

 

"Can I even fight again, after feeling this... it hurts so bad..." Aang curled up and resigned to his fate. "So, bad Katara... I... I can hardly breath." Aang choked as his eyes watered and he sharply intook. His hands were now tightly wound over his groin, and Katara saw his fingers poking out from between his hairless, smooth thighs. She swallowed hard and looked away from the Avatar, the savior of all people. 

 

There was nothing more to say.