Cactus Madness!

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CACTUS MADNESS!
By Gunwild

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*Cactusfluidbingeinthedesert. OhwowI’mthinkingreallyfast. Ortheworldisgoingreallyslow. Bothseempossible.*

Toph sat up, dizzy and feeling like she could see the night sky, even though that was patently impossible. She must have said something about this, because Sokka, slumped against a boulder in his continued stupor, explained that the stars were spinning.

“The constellations are dancing. Shu-Lao the Dragon is trying to climb on the Thundering Warrior’s back. The Stray Swordsman is watching. Wait. I blinked and it stopped. Damn. I was hoping I’d pick up some new dance steps.”

A few hours later, after blacking out and coming back to life several times, Toph sat up again. Sokka was snoring gently, but she felt sure he was awake. Somehow. “Hey. Hey, sleepypants. Question.”

“Eh?”

“Why did we come out here and do this again?”

“Um, it’s a vision quest. You know. Like in the scroll. Ways of knowledge, paths to understanding within ourselves by separating the outside world from our own… oh, wow Toph my hands are HUGE. Am I touching you? It feels like I’m touching everything.”

She didn’t think so, but that was beside the point. There was at least a little memory in her mind, like the recollection of a story of a story, of the two of them tapping a cactus, drinking, and then waiting to find spirit guides as in the legends. Toph had been the instigator, with Sokka not wanting to ‘trip out again,’ as he phrased it. Oh, she’d thought she was being so brave. But this was just one massive headache, and had the awful sensation of wanting to wake up but not quite being able to manage it.

“I keep going through feelings,” Toph mumbled, neither to herself nor anyone else. “First I think things are funny, then annoying, then I get kind of scared, but then… is dry a feeling?”

“It’s not an emotion.”

“Well I feel dry.” Toph poked herself in the tongue. “My mouth is dry. Look in my mouth.”

He squinted. It was dark, it seemed like it had been nighttime for a week, and he couldn’t make out a thing. “I don’t see it.”

“You have to look!” Toph said around her own fingers, which were trying to stretch her lips open even more. “It’sh dry! Like da deshert!”

He decided to poke one of his fingers in there to check. Sure enough, there wasn’t much saliva, at least not until she closed her mouth. Sokka pondered this. Did cacti give you dry mouth, or just hallucinations? He couldn’t remember. His own mouth didn’t feel particularly dry, even when he clicked his teeth together, trying to bite the waterless air.

“Mhghhmmmfmm!” Toph exclaimed around his finger. He’d forgotten to take it out of her mouth, or even to stop pushing. He’d probably been poking her in the tonsils.

“Oh, sorry.”

Toph gagged, then smiled, then gagged again. “Oh, don’t be. I didn’t know if you had it in you.”

“Had a whatwhat?” Sokka was still trying to ponder the mysteries of the effects of the drug, and it was hard with Toph’s hands actually crawling their way onto him. “Whatcha doing?”

“That dry feeling,” she went on, “It’s only in my mouth. The rest of me has a hot feeling. And part of me’s got a wet feeling.”

He took more than a minute to puzzle that one out. *Oh, she means sexual arousal,* he realized with an academic’s appreciation of the new fact. *Come to think of it, I’m turned on too. Is that because of the intoxication or the girl on top of me? Wow, that’s a chickendog or the egg question. Or is it one? Wait, that’s another one!*

“Kiss me,” Toph commanded, but she was the one who kissed him. Each thought the other’s mouth tasted terrible, but couldn’t stop. Their skins had suddenly turned very, very sensitive. Sokka stopped lying back and taking it and put his hands on her back after a moment; her heart was hammering so hard that her whole body seemed to quake. And she was sitting on top of his crotch. That was fun.

Her solid fist grabbed his collar and pulled him until he was sitting straight up. “You have to do me,” she stated. “You have to do me because I’ve wanted you to ever since Katara explained to me about sex.”

There should have been a swirl of conflicting emotions and scenarios inside Sokka’s head – and Toph’s, for that matter. Instead, his chemical-addled mind summed up the situation nicely.

“Cool. Let’s have sex.”

Toph was pulling her own pants down, but Sokka did it faster by carelessly ripping them at the thighs. She was getting more and more lucid as her quickened pulse worked through the drug, but that only made her feel more excited. She was finally going to have the boy she’d wanted! Okay, so they were both out of their minds, but it was that or nothing, and Toph Bei Fong wouldn’t settle for nothing. And he felt gorgeous under her roaming hands.

Sokka patted around in the semidarkness to find Toph’s bottom. It was much smoother than his previous partners’, though still hard since Toph was also a fighter, but her thighs still had baby fat on them. She yelped when he pinched the soft skin. “Neat.”

“You have to,” she stammered, “You have to do something, you can’t tease me, I’m so sticky…”

“Really? Where?” Instead of just changing the position of his hands, Sokka roughly flipped the small girl entirely over onto her hands and knees, then examined from behind. “Oh. Yeah, it’s pretty glisteny. Heh, it looks like you peed yourself.”

She really hoped that wasn’t the case. Her whole body was so full of unfamiliar sensations right now that could have slipped right through. “Just do it! Please!”

“Hold on. I’m trying to do science.”

‘Science’ apparently consisted of jamming his index finger into her mound much too hard and fast, so that she screamed and trembled and felt herself involuntarily tightening from the unexpected pleasure. It was so different from her finger. Longer, for one, and for another thing she couldn’t tell what it was going to do next. Like whether it would move in or out; Sokka seemed to be doing that at random.

“Tighter than the other specimens. Slimier, too, but that could be an effect of the aphrodisiacal plant’s… hey, Toph! Can you feel it if I do this?” She was so unyielding inside it was hard to get a sense of the texture; when he moved his finger up and down instead of back and forth Toph did some jumbled swearing and cursing of both of their mothers that sounded utterly hilarious in a little girl’s voice. Sokka laughed. “Probably should get on with this…”

“Damn right, you bastard!”

He fooled around with the drawstring of his pants, got sidetracked trying to make sure that they hung evenly, and then took aim with his fingers again. “Say, that’s not as wet as it should be…”

Something felt wrong to Toph. Her sense of touch was cluttered and unclear, but this wasn’t the same as what his fingers had been doing a second ago. “What are you doing back there?”

“Just wait, I’ve got to lick on my hand, you dried out.”

That made no sense. She had been dripping a moment ago. “What?”

Whatever he was up to, it still felt good, but it hurt, too. His pokes made her whole spine twitch, and by the time she’d figured it out the hole was slick with spit and involuntarily clenching.

“Sokka, that’s the wrong one!”

“Wrong what?” he asked absently, lining himself up for the sex.

“Wrong hole! That’s my aaaAAASS!”

The last part ended up as something of an accusation. He had the good sense not to penetrate her all at once, despite his altered state of consciousness, but he was still pushing his way into her backdoor, and forcefully.

“Agh! Agh! If you’re going to do it, at least do it gently, you idiot!”

“Oh, is this your first time?”

“I’ve never had anything in my butthole, you butthole!”

“Oh. Neither have I,” Sokka explained, still not seeming to fully comprehend his mistake. “What’s it feel like? Good?”

Toph was too busy biting the inside of her cheek to answer. Yes, damn it, it kind of felt good, especially since she was wet enough down there that the friction didn’t hurt, but she was also being pushed apart while fighting not to go taut around more and more of Sokka every second. Once he got past a certain point, however… “Aaaah!”

“What was that?” Not waiting for a response, he cleared his throat. “Thank you, by the way. Your butt feels really good – you probably clean it really thoroughly.”

It was like her bottom had just stopped resisting. She had quickly gone from feeling too small to not small enough. But there was still more of her boy getting inside her, and it was an oddly pleasant, filling-up sensation.

“Wow, it’s really hot in there!” he responded. “It’s like your insides have a fever!”

“I hate you!” she cried. “I love you and I hate you and I’ll hate you forever!” This was the most demeaning, hurtful, pleasurable experience of her young life. “Don’t stop, stupid! Agh, I want to punch you in the throat!”

“Don’t do that,” a voice cautioned. When Toph felt for it she thought she knew who it had come from.

“Aang?!”

“Aang’s not here, man,” Sokka noted sagely, finally working himself into Toph’s ass up to the hilt. He rested inside. It was a snug fit, and he liked the way Toph’s round butt looked, all stuffed like that.

But whether or not Sokka could sense it, Toph was ‘looking’ at a vision of Aang – she could tell it was a vision because it was faint, spectral, and at least half in her head. “What the hell are you doing here, fairy-feet?!”

“I’m here to help you. I’m your spirit guide.”

“Oh, nice timing,” Toph grumbled, cheek pressed into the dirt, trying to guess the circumference of the manhood in her butt. It felt like there were at least two handfuls of it, though everything was maddeningly exaggerated.

“Hey, this is a personal favor to a friend. Not everyone gets the Avatar as their spirit guide. You know, you’ve actually…”

“I’ve got a penis in my ass!” Toph announced to him angrily.

Sokka viewed this as something of a coincidence. “That’s crazy! I’ve got my penis in an ass!” And he began to pull it out with the idea of pushing it back in again, but harder.

“Ohhhh no,” groaned Toph, “Oh no. No, please…”

“Look, Toph,” said Aang’s shade, “I’m here to tell you that the reason you’re reacting so much more harshly to this experience than Sokka is because he’s gone with the flow. You have so much internal conflict – about your parents, and him, and not being sure of your place in the world…”

“It’s coming out!” she cried. “It… it hurts, but I like it so much!”

“Yeah,” Aang’s voice tried to continue, obviously distracted. “Anyway, if you just relax, not only will this hurt less, but your chi will move more freely through your body, reaching equilibrium and filling you with a sense of harmony.”

Punching the ground fiercely as Sokka began sliding himself back inside her rear, Toph screamed “Twinkletoes, if you don’t get lost right now the next time I see you I’ll make triple-sure you can never do anything like this to Katara. By crushing what you’d use to do it. Clear?!”

“Yup,” Aang said simply, and then was gone.

Sokka tried wiggling side-to-side as he slowly made a thrust; it got Toph’s whole body to do the same thing. “Neat! It’s like we’re joined at the hips! Well, my hips, your butt.”

“I’m either going to kiss you or murder you when we’re done,” swore Toph, shaking her head and gritting her teeth. “Maybe both.”

“Oh, you like it,” taunted Sokka gleefully. “Come on. Say you do.” He had stopped moving at all, and it was only then that Toph realized how much pleasure had been coming from that.

“Don’t make me…”

“Say it! Come on, I’ll say it. You’re all bumpy inside, and you squeeze like you never want me to pull out.”

“… I do…”

“Do what now? Maybe we should stop for the night…”

“No! I do like it! It’s great, I just…” she shut her eyes so tightly that her head hurt. “I’m embarrassed.”

A soft kiss fell on the top of her head. “Don’t worry, Toph. I love you and I’d never hurt you.”

Her racing heart skipped three beats. And then three more when he began rubbing between her thighs while shaking back and forth against her rump. “Oh, that, it…”

“Yeah, neat, huh?”

“Bastard! You should have done this before, it – ow, ow, ow!” It wasn’t her butt that was hurting her now, but the little dot at the top of her slit. The one that got stiff and puffy when she normally touched herself. Sokka was teasing it rudely with a pair of twiddling fingers. It was making the fire that had already been in her belly burn right up into her throat. “Stop – no, I mean, don’t – just, please…”

“S’okay, Toph,” he said in a strained voice. “You know, I’m about to come inside your butt without asking. It’s okay if you want to hurt me a little.”

She did. Balancing on one hand she slapped his face, but left her hand there, and pulled him in with it for a sloppy, furious kiss. Coming made her tighten and scream into his mouth; there was a warm, gooey sensation in her that felt totally foreign. The way the ache subsided was like drowning, and her absurd thought as she sank into it was *Oh, no. I’m not even going to get pregnant!*

When she woke up from blacking out again, Sokka was curled up, unconscious despite the bright sun, and to all appearances had simply fallen over on the spot to rest for the night. The wasteland’s sand left Toph’s perceptions clouded, but the aftereffects of the cactus visions didn’t help.

“Ungh.” She bent double, tried to vomit, had nothing come out and then tipped onto her side. Well, at least her mind was working correctly now. “Crazy dream.” She pulled herself closer to Sokka and the boulder he slept near, reaching out to take one touch. “Like you’d ever do that to me…”

Her hand froze where it touched bare skin. Then it felt the smile on his sleeping features, and her own torn pants.

And that cooling, sticky feeling coming from her backside, which was so, so sore.

“Oh, wow,” Toph breathed, and then reclined again, next to Sokka, in the shadow of the rock. She had no idea what he’d say when he woke up, but she had only one thing to say now. “Wow.”

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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. Did this while bored; put me in mind of the Avatar stories I still need to write/finish. Well, I got time. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])