Feel It!

(The following contains adult content and descriptions of consenting minors engaged in sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised.)

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Feel It! Chapter 2
By Gunwild

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Another long day of training had come to a close. After Aang had succeeded in causing his first homemade landslide and finally produced a shield made of ice, he seemed to have decided to call it quits. The more dedicated Toph and Katara had continued for a while longer, while Sokka was off playing I’m-Going-To-Kill-And-Eat-You with some unwitting animal.

Today the girls had figured out a new way to work with each other. Toph, whose only real weakness was her lack of physical strength, had to maintain a horse stance inside Katara’s rushing water, which trained her muscles. Katara, for her part, would have to redirect the torrents Toph scooped at her with earthbending. Both of them were exhausted by the time they finished the test of endurance, and both were understandably drenched.

Toph limped out of the shallow creek first, sitting down the moment her feet found dry land. For some reason, her tiny body hitting the ground always thudded like a boulder pounding on dirt. Katara sat more daintily, with both her legs on one side and trying to catch her breath without panting like a dog.

When that was done, the tired teenager managed a half-smile. “Well, I’ve certainly never trained like that. My last teacher just had us circle water for strength training.”

For her part, Toph had been moving water as extra weight almost as long as she’d been practicing. It was old hat. But she was still thankful for the opportunity to work with someone rather than just taking orders. After all, she’d lived in isolation for almost her entire life. “Don’t mention it. Just remember to experiment. It doesn’t seem like something those Northern Tribe guys liked doing.”

“That’s true. They did everything old-fashioned there. Girls couldn’t fight, and had to stay home all the time, and they even had arranged marriages for girls! Can you imagine? Like a child is ready for that kind of thing!”

*Uh-oh.* Toph definitely had to make sure that Katara didn’t learn how she felt about her brother. “Uh, okay… well, I helped you learn something, so could you help me?”

Busily wringing out her hair with waterbending, and preparing to take a swig from her water skin, Katara almost wasn’t paying attention. “Yeah, sure, what can I do for you?”

There seemed to be a family of worms crawling in Toph’s gut. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Um, uh… I need to ask your help with a problem… it’s a *girl* kind of problem, so I can’t ask anybody else.”

Already enjoying a sip, Katara smiled inside. Of course. Toph was having her first period. It might have been impossible to tell because, well, the girl was never exactly pleasant, and several straight days of scowling would just be business as usual.

“I, ah, I’ve been feeling kind of funny lately,” explained the twelve year-old, timidly poking her fingers together. “And I was worried that it wasn’t normal. Because I’m blind, I can have a hard time learning some stuff, especially if I have to do it alone, so… if you could just *tell* me…” Toph rushed through the last few words, “… how do I masturbate?”

Katara spat her water out without putting the skin down first, so it spattered onto her face, getting her soaked again. “*What?!*” Trying to talk caused her to choke on what she’d already drunk, and she gripped her own throat reflexively.

Toph hurried on, oblivious. “I’m not asking you to show me or something gross like that, I just want to know how to get started, because I’ve never… I never… I don’t know how to begin, so…” She looked like she was about to die of embarassment.

Even though Toph couldn’t possibly see, Katara put her hands up defensively. “Okay, okay, just stay calm, I have to think about this.” Her first impulse was to say ‘no’ and run for it, but she couldn’t leave Toph hanging like that. After all, they were traveling together, and she’d already said that when one of them had a problem they all did. “I… I guess I could tell you what I do.” Her throat, already hoarse from coughing, was feeling kind of tight. “Oh, no. I guess I just admitted that I do it, too.”

“Why does everybody seem so ashamed about this?” Toph asked.

“It’s… complicated, Toph. People are protective about these things.”

“I get that. But nobody will know if you do it by yourself, in private, right? So what’s the big deal?”

There really wasn’t a good answer to that. Katara sighed. “Let me just explain this. The sooner I do, the sooner we can stop talking about it.”

“Okay.”

Trying to think of this in a rational, adult fashion, Katara dealt in abstract concepts for a moment. “Well… masturbating is the technical way of talking about touching yourself. It’s the practice of stimulating yourself in an, ah, sexual way. With nobody else there.”

“I’d figured that much out, thanks.”

“Right. I first worked out how to do it about a year and a half ago. I was taking a bath in a spring, and when I was cleaning myself I started to feel, uh, funny. You know what I’m talking about?”

Toph wasn’t sure. She’d been confused by how much she liked Sokka; she hadn’t known what to make of the way her mind blanked when they touched accidentally. That had been ‘funny.’ In fact, she had only realized the nature of her feelings when she’d found herself secretly listening to the vibrations of his heart beating through the earth. “Yes,” she said, hoping that Katara would just move on.

She did. “Okay, I was just washing myself, and enjoying some parts in particular. Afterwards I got out and went back to my bed, and in there I kept touching my… *self*, because it felt so good. After a while I got the serious urge to, uh, put something inside of it.”

Now Toph couldn’t breathe at *all*. “Wait, really?”

Uncertain, Katara clenched and unclenched her fists. She might have gotten herself in too deep, here. “You don’t know? That’s what your vagina is for. Hold on, you know what a vagina is, right?”

“Yes!” Toph punched the ground, upset. A young tree fell over not far away. “I’m not an idiot, okay?!”

“I know! This is just hard because you’ve led a sheltered life. Things go inside of you, all right? It’s because men and women have children that way. When you’re a woman, and you love a man…”

“I heard you don’t have to love him.”

“True, but you should. You let him touch you there, and when you feel like he ought to put his penis in, he can, and it’s supposed to feel good. It might not at first, but if you do it a few times…”

“Have you ever done this?”

“No!”

“But you’ve masturbated, right? Just tell me more about *that* for now.”

“Okay, okay. Well, I felt like I should put something in there, and my fingers were handy. No pun intended. But they had a hard time getting in. It hurt, right?”

“Seems like it would. I can’t really imagine putting something inside it.” *Especially after it hurt so much the one time I got hit there in a fight… some blood came out!*

“Well, I needed to help them get in, and I didn’t want to use melted snow because that would be freezing, and I didn’t want to use whale oil because that’s gross. So I…” Katara touched her cheek, glad Toph couldn’t see how she was blushing severely. “… what I did was lick my hands a lot, and then put them back to work.”

“… ew.”

“No one asked you. And… oh, it felt *really*, really good. It’s not just like cleaning it or feeling the outside. It’s sensitive in there, like the inside of your mouth. More, actually.” Katara couldn’t help chuckling while thinking about all the times she’d gotten away with doing it just outside their various encampments. “But that’s not all. You can tighten and release with your muscles around it. And you can feel it squeeze around your fingers, which is…”

“That sounds gross.”

“It is, sort of. But not when you’re pressing in like that, and then you touch your… well, that spot at the top, the one that… well, it could be covered by that hood? The fold of skin?”

“I know what you’re talking about. But it feels really funny to even touch near it.”

“Try it. It’ll be better than you think.”

The girl’s crossed legs crossed a little more tightly. “I… I’ll try. Is that it?”

Katara’s flushed face felt like she’d just been hit with a blast of fire. “N-no… there’s… another thing. You ought to start to feel really hot, all over. It’s like when you’re sick with a fever, except that it’s great instead of awful. And you touch yourself all over because your skin gets really sensitive, and your inside starts clenching all on its own, and then…” Katara breathed in and out tremulously. She didn’t know the technical term for it at all.

“Then what?”

“You finish,” answered Katara. “Kind of. It’s this sensation. Like a hundred sensations at once, actually… you’re thinking about all kinds of things, the boy you like, your own body, all the things that make you happy… and then you kind of don’t think about anything at all, for a second.”

She couldn’t explain why, but that sounded very nice to Toph. It seemed like traveling with these people required entirely too much thinking. “I… I’ll try that.”

“Just make sure you do it when everybody’s asleep, and you know you won’t be interrupted. And not in the tent. You could, um, make a mess.”

“Alright.” To Toph’s immense surprise, she felt Katara’s warm, finally-dry body hug her close. Even more surprising, she hugged her friend back.

Katara laughed again, and this time it wasn’t because she was nervous. “Thanks. You didn’t make that so bad.”

“It doesn’t sound so bad. Strange, maybe, but not bad.”

Katara let go, but didn’t leave just yet. “I never had a sister, Toph, but I don’t know that I could have one any better than you.”

Toph smiled. Maybe this whole thing *was* strange, but living with this eccentric family of hers wasn’t so awful. The bizarre could sometimes prove really, really good.

So, long after it was dark and everybody else had nodded off, herself and a certain seeing-eye lemur were headed back to the stream, so Toph could see what she could do about the ache inside her.

Momo would move his hind paws around on her shoulder to point the way she should go. With nobody around to help guide her, Toph had to rely on the fuzzy bastard, who kept leaping off to chase some fleeting swarm of bugs. By the time they finally got back to the stream, she was happy to dismiss him. “Go find some worms to eat,” she advised, “This could take a while.” Momo glided off into the night, though he’d probably come again when she called. And if not, the worst that could happen would be stumbling through some underbrush on the way back.

Following Katara’s advice to the letter (for fear of failure), Toph stripped down, folding her clothes and leaving them next to a particularly big, noticeable rock so that she could find them again. Her strong, small body chilled at the touch of every breeze, and she was glad to get into the water. It wasn’t warm, but she acclimated fast, and because of her size she could submerge her whole body. With her head above the surface and her hair still tied up, Toph got into an almost meditative state. It was always interesting to feel her way through water; it was more blurred and shifting than rock, but her skin in particular tingled everywhere when it was on her. Thinking of this, she stood, grabbed her washrag from the streamside and started cleaning.

Toph didn’t know it, but the sight of her, naked, dripping and sparkling in the starlight wasn’t going unseen. It wasn’t some letcher watching her tonight, though, but Momo, who paused in the act of hunting for nuts and stared for a moment, considering. Though an animal, even he sensed there was something aesthetically beautiful about this. Still, hunger got the better of him and he only jumped a few branches before he forgot it had ever happened.

Trying to remember the exact instructions, the girl wiped and scrubbed around her private area especially thoroughly. Not much came of it, except that she started feeling cold again. *This can’t be what Katara was talking about.* Giving up on that approach, she decided to try washing her young, undeveloped breasts.

It was different.

“Aah!” She actually bent over a bit in surprise and retracted her hand. It had *hurt*. Well, maybe not exactly hurt, but it hadn’t felt *normal.*

Except, that was what she was going for, wasn’t it?

When she put down the rag and tried feeling with her fingers, she noticed something new. Her nipples were hard. Hard and tingly. Normally they were soft, like the rest of her skin, but for some reason – it had to be the cold water, she imagined – they were noticeably more… well, pointy would be a suitable word. And sensitive.

Toph’s lower lip trembled while she felt in circles around the small nubs, which sent tremors of sensation through her. It was nice. Kind of like scratching an itch. It hurt a little and yet felt good at the same time, and the more she did it the greater the sensation. She put a hand on each breast and rubbed slowly, then more vigorously. It actually felt nice to poke, and when finally she tried pinching she was biting her own tongue, no longer quite rational. Yes, *this* was it. She could see wanting to do this to herself. What’s more, she could see wanting someone else to.

She rushed out of the water. Hurrying over to her clothes, she spread them on the ground and laid down on top. Toph needed to curl up to fit, but that only made it easier to get at herself. Now she tried massaging her nipples and her groin at the same time.

It worked. She began to warm up, and her still-slippery fingers started feeling the need to touch her own tingling slit. Of course, she imagined it just a little differently.

In her mind, Sokka himself was touching her uncovered breasts. Since his hands were much bigger than hers, he could put everything in his palms and squeeze all of it at once. Toph had felt his face only one time, when she was still getting to know everyone, but she knew he had a wide smile, and he smiled that way while he handled her breasts. She held him and they kissed frantically (Toph could not conceive of kissing open-mouthed), even as she was touching *his* body everywhere she could imagine. She knew he had a strong back. It was hard as rock, but the only way she could move it was by kissing him, which would only make him hold her tighter.

Her brain swam. There was something else she wanted. She wanted it like someone wanted a blanket in the cold, and yet she had no idea what it was. A hand on her? No. More kissing? Not quite. It was at this point that she noticed the throbbing heat between her legs.

When she felt, there was wetness there, and not just from water. The stuff that was coming out was hot. Not just warm, but *hot*, and leaking from own body! Her dizzy mind scarcely remembered what Katara had said, but when she did Toph extended her index finger as though pointing at her own vagina, and then swiftly, sharply drove it in.

This turned out to be something she should have done more slowly. It did not feel bad. Far from it. But all the sensation at once – the pulling apart of her tight, innocent womanhood’s lips, the forcing of the finger into the envelope of sensitive flesh, the compression of herself around it in a new sexual paroxysm, even the sensation of her hand as it became wet with strange effusions – her own excitement overwhelmed her. She groaned in a way she had never heard herself, or anyone else, groan before. She longed for help in this.

Her man could put his finger in her. That must be what she had been thinking of before. As she started doing it herself, she summoned up the idea of Sokka being there with her, sliding his finger in and out of that private place. He wouldn’t judge her for having it. Toph had long ago decided that there was almost nothing to be ashamed of. She had a good body, a trained body that she could be proud of whether or not she could see. Right now she just wanted to please it, and she knew that Sokka could manage that. If he would touch her she would feel so much better.

By this point she was easily moving the finger in and out. It felt better every time, but it still wasn’t nearly enough to make her stop wanting it. Toph instead tried moving it up and down, which was nice, and then back and forth, which led her to believe that she might be able to fit another one in there.

It was a tight squeeze, and she had to actually struggle to work both fingers in to the final knuckle, but she found that it was even better. She twiddled them separately and her heart fluttered. Maybe, if she ever got to be with Sokka, she would have the courage to ask him to do that. Her mischievous smile deepened. Perhaps there were tricks like that she could learn to please *him*. That seemed only fair. And something about the idea of making him feel this feverishly hot seemed… delicious.

Toph kept on for a good long time. Her curled-up body was tight as she held to herself. She was a ball of heat in the otherwise cold forest, burning brighter every second, and the noises she made were strange even to her own ears. She was breathless, though she had barely moved, and her skin *did* feel more sensitive. Even though she’d forgotten Katara’s orders completely by now, Toph was feeling herself up and down, her nails digging into her buttocks as her pleasure rose to such a height that she thought she would lose her mind.

Completely by accident, and still hoping hard that Sokka could one day do it for her, Toph found her clitoris. One of her two busy fingers brushed it, as it was already slightly exposed by this point. The act happened to coincide with a very creative, spectacularly perverse thought. What if Sokka, instead of just using his fingers like she was, did something she couldn’t do alone? What if he kissed her down there?

And Toph completely lost her mind, at that point. Her eyes shut reflexively, her breath stopped entirely, and her wet back arched, nearly pulling her hand free of her own tight snatch. But that didn’t happen. Instead she touched the same spot while she came, skin on fire, choking, but not so choked that she couldn’t let out a passionate, lovelorn scream. Naturally, after all her romantic imaginings, the only thing she could think of was Sokka’s name.

Though the orgasm hurt her, and actually frightened her a bit, she knew that it had been wonderful. The high point of not just the masturbation, but her life up to this point. Could it really be this simple? Was she supposed to try and find happiness this way? Her body was sensitive, and she had to surrender it to someone she loved and trust him to handle it?

It was a fantastic discovery. As she lay flat on her back, fingers cooling in her own wetness, she breathed in deeply. Even though things were bad often enough, there were still good things. And she always had her hope.

She was so out of it that she didn’t even feel him draw nearer. “Hey Toph! Toph, what’s the problem?! You yelled, is it-”

Rather than lifting her head, she slapped a tired hand to the ground. Vibrations told her where Sokka was standing and she sat up, turning that way. Abruptly Toph Bei Fong, who was never afraid, was never embarrassed, was always self-assured, felt deeply mortified. “Oh, no.” Sokka wasn’t moving. She couldn’t even hear his heart beating, and she wanted to now more than ever.

Then she heard him run away. She wanted to follow, to run after him, maybe even grab him with a fist made of rock and try to explain. *Somehow* to explain. Instead she got scared and balled up tight, burying her face in her hands and crying. Even though it got cold, she didn’t take her fingers out of herself, or dress, or stop sobbing. The only reason she didn’t fall asleep there was because of the fear of nightmares, and only as the sun came up did she realize that Sokka had run away out of shame, not revulsion. And she hadn’t said a word to let him know that it was all okay with her.

She was hardly surprised the next morning when he was gone.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 3
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NEXT TIME: Toph’s horrified that she scared Sokka away, while Sokka looks for answers in… a house of ill repute?! Uh-oh! What could he want from in there? See you real soon!

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(This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Viacom, its subsidiaries or other authorities of Avatar: The Last Airbender trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko and the voice acting cast.)
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Spleefmistress: This is a wonderfully written Tokka. It's delicious too. I am eager for more.

(The humble Gunny thanks you for your encouragement, exalted mistress of spleefs. Though he expresses puzzlement as to there being a master of dead plants curled up in paper.)

This is really very well written, congratulations, would love to see more. We need more Toph/Sokka stuff out there, and you are doing a great job of it so far.

(Yes, well, I agree that we need more, but I’m just waiting for the moment I screw up… and hopefully, everyone else is too. Won’t that be funny? I trust you’ll all be laughing with me, not at me.)

elissa ardell: aww, such a nice story. I really liked it. Please continue! Wootananies on a chappy well done!!

(I thought I was the only person left who said ‘wootnannies.’ I’m sure other people hoped I was. And ‘chappy,’ too. Well, I’m going to take this as the go-ahead to start again.)

Toph_Fanboy: Please update this soon. It has good potential and there are so few Toph stories.

(True. What’s up with that? There seem to be no shortage of Katara stories, while the ignored Toph’s cuter than a bag of turtleducks.)

Ferelar: Immaculate! It's believable, and the characters aren't really that OOC. Toph definitely has a softer side somewhere in her, and Sokka's always getting into awkward situations... I find myself checking to see if you've updated it frequently.

(Yeah, I check to see if I’ve updated it, too. The problem is that I usually haven’t and then I have to do something about it. Thank you for your interest!)

(That’s all for now, kids… review again and I may review your review! Wow, the same word three times in one sentence! I obviously need to stop typing for the night… Gunwild@mail2world.com)