Avatar The Last Airbender: Critical Hit 2 - Lessons and Fun

Hello, everyone! I meant to post this earlier, but I have a few stories waiting to get posted, so I gotta get them out there. There's one more story coming after this, so stay tuned!

 

ATLA: Critcal Hit 1 - Redux

 

 

Ever since Aang saved the world and defeated Fire Lord Ozai, he hasn’t been the same. And not in a good way; after Fire Lord Ozai forcibly relinquished his bending, he made sure to get his kicks in. Literally.

While Aang’s back was turned, the Fire Lord crushed the young Avatar’s balls with two devastating kicks, exerting all of his adult, fiery fury. Aang did not expect this and was completely helpless and writhing in pain on the border of consciousness as Sokka found him and brought him back. Then as Katara healed him and brought him back, he relieved his trauma and unearthed some memories as an air nomad, which caused Aang to question things; what’s the point of being good when people laugh at this terrible pain, good or bad? And when this can hurt so, so much… Aang didn’t know the point of fighting. Does respect and honor even matter?

 

It was a traumatic couple of days for Aang, and Katara was soft and delicate with him as a result. She already had tender feelings for Aang, and after his story and seeing the pain he was in, she’s been softer and treated him more delicately. Which on one hand, was kind and done to benefit Aang but it also emasculated him even more. Even more emasculating than attacking his manhood made him feel, to some extent.

Aang wasn’t made to feel any better when after a day, Toph and Sokka started to make light of his condition.

“112 years old, and never got hit in the balls before!”

“Oh, how I wish I could really see Twinkletoes right now!”

“Ha! You’re not missing much. He’s just curled up and grumpy!”

“Sounds like a baby nephew after they wake up from their nap! Come on twinkletoes, you’ve been resting all day, why are you still grumpy!?”

“Guys!” Zuko interrupted them. “It’s not funny, drop it.”

“Come on Sparky, relax. Or are we hitting too close to home?” Toph asked, tilting her head.

Zuko grimaced and huffed. He turned and walked away, not wanting to engage with this right now.

“Oh, it definitely hits too close to home. All guys get hit close to home sometimes! Especially with a sister like Azula.” Sokka shivered and moved a hand low to his thighs when he did so. “Poor Zuko…” Sokka’s face lowered, shaking his head in remembrance of a fallen brother, despite the brother frowning across from him.

“I’m right here, you know!”

“And I bet a brother like you Snoozles, got a bunch of stories that you deserved. Right, Sweetness?” Toph asked, smiling and turning towards Katara, who was busy trying to message Aang with her water.

“Yes, he does. Which is why I don’t understand!” Sokka said, dropping the water and turning around. Aang groaned and turned his back on his loud friends. “Why are you picking on Aang like this! He’s been through a lot!”

“Not more than you put me through.” Sokka pouted.

“And not more than I’m about to if you don’t shut up!” Katara threatened. Sokka shrieked and put some distance between himself and his angry sister.

“Ha! I’d pay to see that!” Toph claimed.

“And you!” Katara turned to Toph. “You need to lay off. We all owe Aang, you shouldn’t be treating him like this!”

“Pfft. I’m treating him like a friend. Relax, Katara! It’s not a big deal.”

Katara grimaced and walked over to Toph and grabbed her by her hand.

“Wah! Let go of me!”

Then she walked over to Sokka and grabbed his arm, and pulled the both of them away from Aang.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry sis, I won’t do it anymore! Ahhh!” Sokka dramatically cried as he covered his groin with both hands.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hurt you. But you two need to work on helping Aang instead of picking on him! He needs your help… seriously.” Katara insisted, importantly out of earshot of Aang.

Both Toph and Sokka groaned as Katara ruined the mood. Sokka relaxed his hands and kept them at his side, realizing his sister was taking this seriously.

“Yeah, you heard her, Snoozles.” Toph said, swinging her hand down at the opening between Sokka’s legs. She felt Sokka’s meat under her fist as she slammed it in and smiled as he cried out and bent over, opening his mouth in shock.

“Ooo! Oooohhh… whyyy…” Sokka whined, looking up with a face of pain as he fell to his knees, hitting the rocky ground hard. His face morphed as he groaned again, rubbing his hands softly against the pain between his legs. 

“You left yourself open. Ha!”

Sokka moaned and then held his stomach as the familiar pain settled into him.

“You deserved that. But come on, Toph, this is serious!” Katara said, trying to get through to them. “Instead of picking on Aang, help him feel better. He really needs it right now.”

“I know what would make Twinkletoes feel better!” Toph said, with a finger up and a smile as she stood up.

“Whaat?” Sokka asked with a bit of a grimace, as he sat up on his knees and pressed on his sore parts from the front with his clenched knuckles.

Toph smirked as she stomped her heel on the floor hard and pushed up a rock from underneath Sokka, rocketing it up between his legs and right into his sore danglers again.

“YIII!” Sokka shrieked out, his sore spuds getting slammed into again. The sudden pain sent a sharp streak across his sight and throughout his abdomen. His eyes crossed as he immediately fell over and started to writhe in pain.

“Toph!” Katara yelled, feeling like she wasn’t taking this seriously.

“Haha! Oh, that was too good, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But really. How wouldn’t this help Twinkletoes feel better! Hahaha!” Toph said, laughing up a storm as Sokka’s mouth was open and drool started to pool a little. His butt was wide up in the air and his hands were firmly between his legs. Low, groggy groaning was escaping from Sokka’s lips as his legs were shaking, and hands clutching his pants between his legs.

“Uhhhh… my baalllls... nnnnn…” Sokka groaned in his pained state.

“Hahaha!” Toph laughed loudly again, this time falling on her back.

Katara sighed loudly and held her head in her hands. Sometimes, she hates hanging around these guys.


Some time passed and she was able to refocus Toph and Sokka to try and help Aang. Toph reluctantly agreed and Sokka said he understands, and will talk to him about it. Especially since he could relate to Aang’s situation the best, among the three of them.

Sokka approached Aang and cleared his throat. Aang turned his head and saw Sokka, then closed his eyes.

“Hey, Aang? How’s it going?”

“Mmm… bad.”

“Yeah… I bet. Getting hit in the nuts… really rough sometimes…”

He heard Toph giggling in the background. He grimaced and shook his head.

“And sorry for making light of it before. It’s just… normal, you know? It’s just what we guys do sometimes.”

“But… how is it funny, when it hurts so bad? It just… feels so wrong.” Aang groaned, shifting on his bed. Sokka could see his hand shift too, under his blanket.

“Well, that’s why it’s funny, kind of. Because it feels so wrong! Haha, like… uhh…” Sokka thought a bit. He’s not great at thinking, but he’s better than his sister and Toph thinks he is. “Oh! It’s like that cabbage guy! You know that old guy who’d always get his cabbages destroyed?”

Aang thought back. “Yeah, of course.”

“Well, it’s like that! It sucks that his cabbage’s got destroyed but… it’s just so unlucky and unfortunate, it’s like ‘Wow! That sucks! Haha!’” Sokka said, holding his stomach as he laughed. Aang smirked a bit but then lowered and then shook his head.

“But, I just feel so bad for him… he shouldn’t have to go through that.”

“Yeah… but, why not laugh at it? If something sucks like that, you either laugh at it or cry about it. And isn’t it better to be positive?” Sokka said with a smile, a hand on Aang’s shoulder. Aang thought about it and smiled.

“Yeah… I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah, it does! Plus, now that you’ve gotten hit in the nuts, you’re really one of us now! You always were but now, you’ve gone through it too!”

Aang smiled and then was silent for a moment. “It hurts this bad for everyone?”

“Ha! Well, probably. Everyone is different and your first was pretty rough. But everyone’s first is probably the worst. I remember mine was so bad!”

“What happened?” Aang asked, curiously and sitting up a bit.

“Well… damn. It wasn’t actually that long ago! But so much has happened, that it feels like an eternity ago! Dad was still around actually…”


…
Sokka and Katara were playing around in the southern tribe. Sokka was 13 and Katara was 12. Sokka was going through changes and trying to act like he was really a man more, and not just a teenager who just started to get a deeper voice. It was annoying and amusing, but almost only annoying for his little sister.

“Come on, leave me alone Sokka!” Katara pouted.

“Hey, you have to listen to me! I want to hunt something and I might need your help!”

“Sokka, I can barely waterbend! I don’t want to go right now!” Young Katara complained.

“You have to learn somehow! Come on, don’t be a baby!”

“Shut up, Sokka! You’re only a year older than me!” Katara yelled, her fists tight as she stomped.

“And I’m your older brother! I’m going to be a man soon, so I need to start acting like it! And you need to help me!”

Katara sighed and shook her head. “Well, I’m not going.” Katara crossed her arms, turned her head and looked away from Sokka. Her hair flailed as she turned her head and she dug her shoes into the ground. Her young lips pouted and she made it clear that she’s strong and independent and doesn’t care about her stupid brother.

“Katara, come on! Don’t make me drag you!” Sokka said, standing up to her. His hands were at his sides, his eyebrows dug in as he stared at his sister.

“You wouldn’t!” Katara complained.

Sokka grabbed Katara’s hand and pulled on her. Katara pulled back, grunting.

“No, stop it Sokka!” Katara said, but she felt herself getting pulled by her brother anyways. He wasn’t always so much stronger than her, but ever since his arms started to get more definition, he started to carry more weight for the tribe. And Katara can now feel it too.

“I’m stronger than you! Just come on!”

“I’m warning you!” Katara stated, pulling back and trying to convince her brother that she doesn’t want to go anywhere.

“And I’m warning you! Listen to your older brother!” Sokka exclaimed as he spread his legs to get a better base. He started to pull Katara harder as he took heavy steps back with her in hand.

“Respect your younger sister, or you’re going to regret it!” Katara exclaimed, giving her brother one more chance before she played a card she hasn’t had to play yet.

“Respect your older brother! Or I’m going to-”

“RAAA!”

Katara gave in and decided to teach her brother a lesson. She moved in with Sokka’s force helping her out, and swung her foot up between her brother’s legs with a battle roar. Her skirt hiked up as she kicked, her shoe flying through the air and crashing up between Sokka’s legs. His tunic was pushed through and Katara’s shoes slammed into his tights, crashing into his up to this point, uninjured testicles.

Katara felt her foot slam into a boy’s testicles for the first time. The feeling of the warmth of her brother’s body wasn’t unknown to her, but the fleshy, soft yet firm bundle of meat that her foot was slamming into, felt so foreign, despite it being a part of her closest confidant. And especially as it shifted and molded around her foot; it made her feel so strange. Her eyes went wide as she felt it and she wondered what she just did.

And Sokka’s eyes also went wide. He never expected his sister to kick him between the legs before. He’s seen people get hit there before, but almost always accidently; the southern tribe are a tight knit group with a focus on survival and family, which means intentional hits below the belt were few and far between. But this. This was very intentional.

The feeling of his balls getting kicked in shocked him and took all the breath out of him. His mouth opened wide as he felt his southern globes get slammed up into his body, as a cold foot slammed up into them and at first he felt no pain. Just betrayal.

Then just after nothing, a sharp pinch and a dull ache almost immediately at the same time. It was confusing. Then, his legs wobbled suddenly and once he steadied, the world around him froze in anticipation. That’s when pain unlike he’s ever felt before exploded in the sack between his legs.

Sokka pulled his hands in, between his legs and felt his growing and now swelling testicles as he started to feel pain he didn’t know existed. It exploded inside him, a dull ache erupting and going up through his stomach and pulled his legs out from underneath him. Sokka fell over, eyes wide as the pain continued to get louder and louder, and his mouth opened wide in a weird sounding whimper. Then his body stretched out, legs going out and neck too, as he rolled onto his side and started kicking his legs. He clenched his eyes and yelled out as the pain continued to attack his body. It felt like his balls were jammed up into his body and attacking him from the inside out as they were exploding like a snowball made of fire; but he could clearly feel his two balls in his hands. He had no idea what was going on or how to fix this.

“AHhh! Katara, what did you do! Ahh! AAAA!” Sokka screamed as he started to roll back and forth, hands between his legs as he was experiencing the pain of getting kicked in the balls for the first time.

Katara stared in shock at first, but started to laugh as Sokka made a funny, girlish scream. She couldn’t help herself as she laughed and watched Sokka roll around. He then started to flop like a fish out of water and she couldn’t help herself. With a hand over her groin in sympathy, she bent her knees and stumbled as she laughed louder. Her eyes even started watering from laughing so loudly.

“Oh no, Sokka! You should see yourself right now! Hahaha!”

Sokka was kicking the floor and rolling around with one hand over his head and the other clutching the gap between his legs firmly. She could clearly see the bump he was cradling; the family jewels. She started to feel a little guilty through her laughter. She tried to pull herself together and try to help her brother. She rubbed the skin on his arms, then rubbed his back and tried to support him.

“I’m sorry, Sokka. Are you okay?”

“Ughh… nooo…”

Katara laughed at his response but tried to hide it with her hand, laughing into it.

“It’s not funny!” Sokka exclaimed, turning his face to look at Katara and try to let her know he isn’t playing right now. “That really hurt!”

Katara looked at Sokka’s face and saw the hurt on his face, and had to look away to gather herself. She tried to compose herself and help her brother get up and walked him to a more comfortable place.

“Let’s go hunting tomorrow. I already caught a pair today, anyways.” Katara said with a smile. Sokka grimaced at her, but then closed his eyes and tried to get comfortable. There wasn’t anything he could do until the pain got better.


…
“See? First hits suck for everyone!” Sokka said triumphantly, legs open and a loud smile on his face.

“Wow… even Katara laughed.” Aang said, frowning a bit.

“Yeah, but that doesn't matter. The point is, it’s normal and not anything bad. It’s okay if it sucks, because it doesn’t suck for long! ...Usually”

“Mmm…” Aang said, thinking about it. “It still hurts though…”

“Yeah, but in a few days it will feel better. Trust me, everytime it happened to me, it hurt for a bit. The harder the hit, the longer. And your first was really hard, so it’s really unlucky. But I guarantee you, in a couple days you’ll be able to laugh about it!”

“I hope so… how many times did that happen to you?”

“Oh, a few times more... honestly, after that first kick, Katara found it pretty funny so she did it a couple more times. It hurt so bad each time too! She really packs a punch… much stronger than she looks.” Sokka frowned and spent a moment remembering. He smirked and continued. “I remember when she got me from behind for no reason… man, I cried a lot that time.But after dad caught her the last time, he told her to stop. She listened and agreed that it would be better for us if my nuts weren’t always aching. She wants a nephew, anyways!” Sokka said confidently, grabbing his package cockily. Aang smiled and blushed.

“But seriously. It’s not always terrible. Me and a couple friends from my tribe used to play this game where we’d throw rocks at each other’s nuts and see who’d give in first.”

Aang’s eyes went wide. “Really!? Why!?”

“Haha, I don’t know. We were bored and it was just fun. Like I said, it’s normal to laugh about that stuff. We even took turns smacking each other down there too. Boys will be Boys, the elders said.”

Aang cringed. “I don’t know… it’s not fun to be in that much pain…”

“Man, you’ll see. If it’s like, the worst pain each time, it’s terrible. But if you do it with someone who just wants to have fun and all the bro’s are all having fun… it’s like a love tap. It hurts a bit, but it’s funny, so it’s okay!” Sokka smiles. “You’ll see, Aang. In a few days when you’re better, I’ll show you. It won’t be bad, you’ll see.” Sokka wrapped his arm around Aang as he sat next to him. “When you’re with the bro’s, it’s all okay! Maybe we’ll get Zuko to play along too. Though, I don’t know if Smiley would want to play like that…” Sokka rubbed his head and shrugged. “Oh well! I think we’ll be able to do it!” He smiled brightly.

Aang smiled too, but wondered about the authenticity of Sokka’s words. Is something like that really ever going to be fun? He looked up to Sokka and trusted him but… it’s just something he had to experience for himself.