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If You Bend It, They Will Cum	By : Datalaughing Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 96857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 15: Epilogue

17 years had passed since the deaths of Fire Lord Ozai and Avatar Aang. 17 years since the Great War, as it was now called, had ended with the withdrawal of Fire Nation troops, under the direction of the new Fire Lord, Iroh. The last remaining member of the royal family had tried his best to repair the wounds created by his people, but 100 years of brutal war and the extermination of an entire people left scars that ran deep.

Still, he accomplished quite a bit during his short tenure. The immediate withdrawal of Fire Nation troops from the Earth Kingdom had been something of a shock for everyone. Many of the citizens had spent their entire lives living under Fire Nation domination. Iroh went personally to see the Earth King resume his place on the throne in the royal palace of Ba Sing Se.

When the Fire Nation soldiers arrived at home, Iroh replaced their weapons with tools and employed hundreds of them in the project of rebuilding the royal city on the smoldering remains of the old one. Others he sent back out into the world to repair buildings they’d once burned, replant fields they’d once pillaged, and renew friendly relations with the people they’d once tormented. This was, perhaps a bit idealistic on his part. They weren’t generally well-received or happy about their assignments. Still, it was obvious, even to the peoples of the Earth Kingdom and Water Tribes that the new Fire Lord was making an effort to repair the damage done by his people during the Great War. If he’d had more time he might have moved the world a long way toward restoring some sort of balance. Unfortunately, Iroh fell ill after only two years, and died a few months later. He never even saw the completion of his new royal city.

With no remaining heirs of the royal bloodline Iroh named his successor, a young woman who had become like a daughter to him during his last years. They’d been there for each other to deal with the loss of someone that they had both loved. Mai was at his side when he died, and as he slipped away she cried for the last time in her life.

Fire Lord Mai was a capable administrator and obviously had a desire to follow in the footsteps of Iroh, a desire to undo all the damage, if only because it was what Iroh had wanted. But she was cold, colder than ever, as if her last traces of emotional attachment to the world had died with Iroh. How could she continue in Iroh’s heart-felt approach to world politics when, as far as anyone could tell, she had no heart? Her policies gradually began focusing more and more on internal issues.

The men that had been sent to repair relations with the other nations were cut off, told to start new lives, even new colonies among the people there. There was no room for them all at home. The Fire Nation was suffering from a problem with overpopulation that hadn’t been apparent until all the soldiers were home again. Mai had to reorganize an entire culture, a way of life, which had for 100 years been focused solely on war and unquestioning obedience to the state. The economy, which had revolved around fueling the Fire Nation war machine, had now hit a wall. There was no way she was going to add hundreds upon hundreds more men to the equation, men who would need jobs, places to live, etc. etc. They would have to remain where they were. Of course the people of the Earth Kingdom weren’t particularly happy about having former Fire Nation soldiers building houses and even towns in places nearby, but no one was going to risk starting another war. So they let it go.

Mai ruled for 14 years before dying under mysterious circumstances. Because she had never married and never chosen a successor her death was followed immediately by a brief but brutal period of civil war within the Fire Nation. Seven different men took the palace by force and crowned themselves Fire Lord only to be killed almost immediately by the next candidate. The fighting was done almost entirely by mercenaries, old veterans or young hooligans, willing to fight for whichever hopeful would pay them the most money.

The fighting came to an end when a particularly wealthy and particularly brutal young man named Khan Lee ascended to power and offered considerable money for the heads of any of his competitors for the throne, giving their own mercenaries ample reason to do his work for him.

Khan Lee was only 19. He’d lived pretty much his entire life in the post-war period, when life had been rather tough in the Fire Nation and people had constantly referred to the good old days during the Great War, when the prosperity and pride of the Fire Nation had been unmatched in the history of the world. No one knew exactly what this new Fire Lord was going to be like, but there were already rumors that he had begun to resurrect the Fire Navy. There were dark clouds on the horizon. The world needed someone to maintain the balance it needed the Avatar.

Unfortunately for the world, there hadn’t been an Avatar since Aang. The next Avatar was supposed to be born into the Water Tribe, but not a single child had been born on the day of the eclipse, the day that Aang had died in the inferno at the heart of the Fire Nation.

Some people said it was because with the death of the last airbender, the cycle had broken permanently. The people who knew a bit more about things said that it was because Aang had almost certainly died while in the powerful, yet risky, Avatar State, when the experience of all his past lives had been flowing through him. It amounted to the same thing but sounded more intelligent. The more fanciful said that no new Avatar had been born because the old one had not died. Some thought he was preserved in a bubble somewhere in the ruins of the old royal city, awaiting the time when he was needed again. He’d survived the same way for hundreds of years in a block of ice, why not lava? Then, of course, some people said he was still at large. Every now and then there were reports of an airbender or flying bison sighting, though they’d become less and less frequent over the years.

Sokka always kept his ear open for a new airbender sighting, hoping against hope that Aang had somehow escaped the explosion but knowing that it was almost certainly impossible. He ignored the reports that there was a flying bison out there somewhere. He knew well that there was only one flying bison out there, and he was nice and comfy in the house that Sokka had built for him.

After helping Iroh establish himself as the new Fire Lord and making sure that Bosco and the Earth King made it back to Ba Sing Se safely, Sokka and Toph had both decided that, young as they were, they’d had more than enough adventure for a long while. They both wanted to settle down and try out the peaceful and free life to see how it suited them.

As it turned out, they liked it a lot. They couldn’t settle at the South Pole because being there effectively blinded Toph, and she wasn’t about to make her home anywhere near her parents. She loved them. She’d made up with them after things had settled down, but she intended to make her own way with her new husband (the Earth King married them, it was a beautiful ceremony. Toph’s mom, Gran Gran, and Iroh cried like babies) with no help and especially no interference from them.

They eventually decided on Whale Tail Island. It was close enough to both of their home towns that visits were easy, but far enough away and lightly populated enough that they were free to do as they pleased. Sokka became a fisherman. Toph settled, more or less, into the role of homemaker, though Sokka did most of the cooking.

Homemaker in more ways than one. They chose a secluded spot, not far from the sea but with nice solid rock beneath their feet, and there Toph constructed a rather nice house for them out of solid stone. Sokka decided to try his hand at making a house for Appa out of wood, and after about 12 tries, he actually succeeded in making one that was sturdy enough for the enormous creature. Attempts 1-11 had been the source of much amusement for Toph.

Appa had grown more despondent every month following Aang’s death. For a long time he would stare off into the sky for hours a day, as if expecting to see his friend appear on the horizon at any moment. Every time it didn’t happen, the great beast would drift a little farther away. After a while they couldn’t even get him to fly anymore. He would just lay there for days on end, munching on the food they brought him and looking decidedly depressed. Aang had once told them that the sky bison lived twice as long as humans did, but Sokka and Toph began to grow very concerned about Appa, and the worst part was that nothing they did seemed to make a difference. Nothing, that is, until the children arrived.

A little more than a year after they’d settled on the island, Toph had told Sokka that she was pregnant. She had nearly been floored when she realized, through her earthbending sense, that there was another heartbeat inside of her, and not long after she could distinctly feel more than one of them. A few months later, after an extremely hard labor for the young earthbender, Toph had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

They named the boy Kataang in honor of the friends that they had lost. The girl they named Poppy, after Toph’s mother. Though from her birth they had usually referred to her by the nickname Po. Somehow the appearance of these two screaming, dark-haired bundles of joy had brought Appa back to his old self. He loved them, and watched over them like they were his children. And for their part, they seemed to have a special connection with the furry creature. If they began crying inconsolably (and the twins always cried at the same time), all Toph or Sokka had to do was bring them to Appa’s hut, and the crying would stop. One or the other of the parents spent many a night sleeping with the kids nestled against Appa’s soft fur and constant breathing because it was the only thing they could do to get Kataang and Po to drift off to sleep.

The five of them spent many happy years together, letting the outside world move on its way without them. Sokka and Toph tried mostly to ignore what was going on beyond their little house and the lightly-populated island. They knew from experience that the world’s problems could very quickly become their own, and so they tried their hardest to let the world keep its problems to itself. Despite this, they tried to teach their children the importance of helping others, the importance of balance, and the importance of doing what was right. They also regaled the children with stories of their adventures. It had all occurred in less than a year and hadn’t been all that long ago, but to them it felt like a different life entirely. Still, the stories mesmerized the kids who had only ever known life in their quiet, relatively isolated little island community.

When he was 7 Kataang discovered that he was an earthbender, and on the same day, much to everyone’s surprise, Po discovered that she was a waterbender. Their parents were proud, even overjoyed that their children had those gifts, but somewhere deep down, though neither of them ever really talked about it, they could feel the beginnings of something else in these revelations.

With a few years under his mother’s tutelage, Kataang became almost as good an earthbender as she was, though he never quite got the control of metalbending that she had. He could bend it somewhat, but he couldn’t even comprehend how she managed to make metal do some of the things that she tried to teach him. She would just smile and tell him that it would come to him when he was ready.

Po had a more frustrating time. There were no waterbenders on Whale Tail Island, but Sokka wasn’t about to let his precious little girl grow up like his sister had, frustrated and a little bitter at not being able to learn to control her gift properly. The whole family took occasional trips to the South Pole where many waterbenders from the Northern Tribe had eventually come to settle and help their Southern Tribe brethren. While Sokka’s father showed Kataang some of the traditions of the Southern Water Tribe that he couldn’t learn at home, Po spent every minute she could learning from the waterbending masters, determined, though she never told anyone, to live up to the memory of the aunt she’d never known. Her parents talked about Katara often and what an amazing waterbender she’d been, what an amazing person she’d been, and when Po trained, she pictured the young woman in her mind’s eye, wishing she could have known her, could have learned from her and determined to be a waterbender that would have made her secret idol proud.

As rumors spread about the new Fire Lord and people guessed about what Khan Lee had planned, in their isolated little corner of the world, things in Sokka’s family were changing. The twins were 15 now, and they were tired of hearing about adventures that they would never be able to experience for themselves. Other than their grandparents in Gaoling and the people in the Southern Water Tribe, they’d never met anyone or experienced anything off of Whale Tail Island. After years of hearing their parents’ stories, they wanted to have some experiences of their own, away from home, away from the parents who they loved so much but at the same time felt trapped by.

The more Sokka fought it, the more they would want to go. He knew it, even if he didn’t like it. Toph, who should have been more aware of it than anyone, given her relationship with her own parents, refused to even consider it. She was not going to let her children go anywhere, not without her.

It took a lot of fights and a lot of talk and a lot of crying, but eventually they convinced her. In truth, Sokka didn’t like the idea any more than she did, but he could see it in their eyes. He recognized that look he had once borne himself, the look Toph had had. They needed to do this. So he worked with them to convince their mother, and in the end she had given in. Kicking and screaming every inch of the way, of course. Sometimes it had seemed as if she would bring the house down on top of them, but she had given in nonetheless.

When the time came, Appa seemed excited, as if he was relishing the idea of beginning another journey with a new generation of passengers. Only taking the occasional trips to the South Pole or Gaoling for the last 17 years seemed to have made him look back with longing on the old days as well. The kids hugged their parents goodbye. Sokka had to practically pry Toph away from them. Then they climbed onto the sky bison’s back, Kataang taking the reigns. Twin smiles, twin waves, and a quick “yip yip” and they were speeding away into the sky.

Sokka and Toph watched until their children turned into a speck on the horizon and then disappeared from sight and for several minutes afterward, his arm around her shoulder, just staring off into the sky. Toph hadn’t stopped crying since they’d left the ground, and when he was finally sure that there was nothing left to be seen, he pulled her close, tears in his eyes as well, and he held her tightly for a long time before they headed back inside to a much emptier house than they had known for quite some time.

Kataang looked back to see his sister still staring off into the distance behind them. He couldn’t make out the island any more. They’d left it far behind. He almost couldn’t believe that it was really happening. “We’re really doing it, Sis. It’s happening.”

Po sighed, she couldn’t see home any more; at this point she couldn’t even pretend to herself that she could still see it. So she turned to face her brother, mirroring his smile, though she knew neither of them quite felt it yet, not really. “It is.” She said, not quite matching his enthusiasm.

“Po.”

“I just don’t feel right about leaving them all alone.”

They’d had this conversation many times over the last few months, ever since they’d decided that they needed to take this trip. Sometimes he had to convince her that it was a good idea. Other times it was her convincing him not to back out. This time it was his turn.

“They’ll be fine. It’s not like we’re leaving forever. Besides, mom was younger than us when she left home.”

“Yeah, but she was with the Avatar.”

“Because there was a war going on. Things should be a lot easier for us, without the Fire Nation trying to kill us all the time.”

She knew he was right. She’d made the same arguments several times before. At this point neither could remember who had come up with them first. A lot of things were like that with them. Ideas seemed to come from both of them, never just one. It was part of the special connection that they shared. Another part of it was that by the time she’d decided to give up the argument, he already knew that he’d won.

When she looked over at him, he was unrolling one of the many many maps that their father had insisted they bring along. Their dad was almost obsessive about maps. Kataang was marking out the direction to their first destination. They’d decided to start with someplace familiar and work their way out from there. They were hoping to visit some of their parents’ old friends, people the twins remembered from the stories they’d been told all their lives. They were eager to put some faces with the names but also to make some friends of their own. First, though, they’d spend some time with their grandparents.

“Next stop,” Kataang said, looking up at his sister with a broad smile. They often finished each other’s sentences. It was something that had just happened since they’d learned to speak, and while it was off-putting to people who were hearing it for the first time, it seemed perfectly natural to them.

“Gaoling.” Po finished.

And the two of them looked off into the distance in an almost synchronized movement as Appa roared his approval.

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Yeah, I know, again with the no-smut chapter. It's like I'm getting into a really bad habit here, but the story has to come first, and I just couldn't find a place where sex fit in here.
Some people expressed an interest in an epilogue, kind of finding out what happened following the end of the story. So here it is, something to explain a little but also to set up the possibility of a whole new series of smutty adventures with two brand new characters (twins, nonetheless, ooo, the possibilities). I'm actually not even entirely sure how that came about. As I was writing the epilogue, these two just came out, and it gradually became more and more about them, like they were fighting to carve out their own niche in my story. So if there's any interest in this new story, I might write it. If no one seems interested, then I'll leave it open-ended.
Hope you enjoyed If You Bend It, They Will Cum. I put a lot of work into it. Probably one of the most epic things I've ever written, certainly the most epic adult piece I've ever done. A lot of fun to write. Hope it was fun to read.
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