TG STORY - Avatar/Ozai TG - Burning Past and Kidling Love

Story by one of you, my patrons (he doesn't have a gallery, but I really wish he had)

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It’s the day of Sozin’s Comet—the Day of Conquest. Standing on the balcony of the lead airship, Fire Lord Ozai takes a heavy breath. After this day, he will be known as the Phoenix King. He will rule everything. He will have everything he’s ever wanted. He raises his hands towards the Earth Kingdom Forest below. The flame, which started as a flicker of light in his hand, turns into a tsunami of fire. He grins as the fire consumes everything in its path.

NO!

A mysterious figure emerges from the scorched ground itself. It has no discernible form. It’s more of a shadow than an actual living being. 

Whatever it was, it rose up to Ozai and began to berate him.

You’re destroying the forest. You’re destroying my home. It was my duty…no, my Destiny to protect these lands for millennia. Now, everything I’ve ever loved is burning.

Ozai’s grin widens. 

Begone spirit. My brother Iroh is familiar with your kind. Don’t be foolish enough to get involved in Human affairs. Besides, if the Avatar can’t defeat me, how can you?

The Spirit surrounds Ozai.

 So be it. I will do what you’ve done to me. I will alter your Destiny.  I will take away what you love. 

Darkness consumes Ozai.

When Ozai opens her eyes, she feels odd. She looks down. She sees the petite body of a noble woman. Modest training clothes cover her flat chest and unimpressive figure. Red eye shadow decorates her face. It’s accompanied by light blush on her cheeks and red lipstick on her lips. She was always reluctant to let her servants apply her makeup…

 What was she talking about? Forget about the Makeup! She wouldn’t allow himself … herself to be so frail. She needs time to think. Time, she didn’t have, as her father stared down from his throne.

Father.

She hesitates. She’s in the throne room. This is the day she requested to be Fire Lord Azulon’s heir. But something’s wrong. She feels so fragile. But why? That shouldn’t be new. Iroh was always bigger in size. But she was taller. If anything, she should’ve been the older sister. 

That’s why she trained so hard. If she wanted power… if she wanted to rule, she needed to train to peak performance. She needed… an unfamiliar feeling hits Ozumi’s body. Muscles slowly begin to fill her arms. Though not outright muscular, her strength was undeniable. She felt … power. The power she needed to make her declaration.

With newfound conviction, she gazed at her father's scowling face and continued her speech. 

Father, you must have realized, as I have, that with Lu Ten gone, Iroh’s bloodline has ended. After his son’s death, my brother abandoned the Siege of Ba Sing Sa, and who knows when he will return home. But I’m here, Father. And my children are still alive.

Say what you want!

Father, revoke Iroh’s Birthright. I am your humble servant. Here to serve you and our nation. 

Use Me.

This is it. Ozumi smiles. After years of being in Iroh’s shadow, she would finally have the throne. She will no longer just be a mere princess. She will finally have power. 

Spirit: But that’s not what happened? It all came crashing down.

Ozumi’s smile fades. Who was that?

Before she could react, her father screams.

You dare suggest I betray Iroh, my firstborn, directly after the demise of his only beloved son.

To my daughter!

Wait, this isn't right. I didn’t gain the throne, but I wasn’t his… I’m not. 

Thoughts filled Ozumi’s head. Thoughts of her being a young woman? Training with the soldiers? No. They wouldn’t let her. She would only train with private tutors in the palace. NO! She even hunted for the Avatar. NO. She wanted to. They wouldn’t even let her. She would be the princess trapped in the palace forever. Forced into marriage with Ursa by orders of her father.

This isn’t right. She bites her lip... They feel puffy. Her whole body feels wrong. She looks up to her father, distressed.

Your ambition and ego have blinded you, daughter! To think I would betray my only son. And hand over the throne to you, Princess.

This can’t be real… I...

Father, let me be your heir. I’ve trained. I’m strong. Iroh is…

I think Iroh has suffered enough. But you… Your punishment has scarcely begun, Princess!

Princess, the word hurts. It hurts like a thousand cuts. As the fire rages, she closes her eyes, trying to remove the sound of the word. Trying to find a way out of this nightmare. 

Spirit: So, tell me, princess, what happens next?

Ozumi opens her eyes. She’s in a nightgown. She gazes at her body. Despite subtle hints of muscles in her arms and decent stature, she was still very much the Fire Nation’s “Petite Princess.”

Her body irritates her. And after her children’s birth… A wave of pleasure consumes her new form. Her nipples grow and begin to erect, accompanied by two expanding areoles. She blushes.

 Though she was still flat-chested, her nipples poked out of her gown. She attempts to cover them as her husband, Ursa, arrives. 

Spirit: So, this is when your partner discovers that you’ve been tasked with killing your only son. 

It’s the voice. Where did it…

You can’t do this!

Ozumi refocuses on her husband, Ursa. The tall, tender man stands before her and begs her to spare Zuko’s life. 

She dismisses him.

I have no choice. Refusing the Fire Lord’s command is treason. But I’m a merciful woman. I’m waiting until he sleeps. He won’t feel a thing.

Ursa blocks her path.

You listen carefully. I’m going to make you a deal.

Ozumi grimaces.

You have nothing I want.

You want the throne.

Ozumi raises her eyebrow. 

Go on.

With a determined yet desperate tone, Ursa explains himself.

I know how to make a poison that is colorless and odorless, completely untraceable. It causes a person to pass quietly, as if he’d simply fallen asleep. I’ll give you a vial of it in exchange for Zuko’s life. Once the poison is in your hands, you do whatever you wish.

Ozumi grins. Is this the key to the throne?

Just where did you learn to concoct such a substance?

Ursa answers bluntly. 

My mother was a master herbalist.

Ozumi turns away from Ursa. Despite the meddling of this Spirit, Fire Princess Ozumi will become Fire Lord.

Very clever, dear husband. Very Clever. I accept your plan on one condition.

Once we’ve made our exchange, you must leave the capital city and never show your face again. With you around, it’s only a matter of time before a colorless, odorless poison is used against the new Fire Lord.

Ursa bites her tongue.

Fine, but I take my children with me.

In anger, Ozumi turns to Ursa. She would not be undermined by him. 

No. The Children are my collateral! As long as you keep your word, no harm will come to either of them.

Should you try to stay or take your children with you, however, I will hunt you all down. Just like I did to your precious girlfriend.

Ozumi stares down Ursa. Finally, after all this time, she was going to be Fire Lord. Just as she remembered. A feeling of unease overcomes Ozumi. 

Wait, something’s wrong.

Ursa, her timid husband, growls back at Ozumi.

Despite all our years together, you never experienced love, have you? Just a need for power. Maybe your brother was right, and you only have eyes for Water Tribesmen.

HOW DARE SHE…HE? I never had eyes for… You dare even imply…  I… Guh

Another wave of pleasure consumes Ozumi. She stumbles as the room disappears around her. Her erect nipples and areoles continue to expand. Despite her best efforts to cover them, they continue to spill out of her nightgown as her breasts grow to ample size. 

NO! NO! I’m flat-chested. Why are they growing after the children are born? Is my own body mocking me? Making me more feminine when I’m about to become the Fire Lord. Before she could ponder further, her slender figure also began to change. Narrowing her waist tightens with muscle. Her thighs and butt enlarge into a figure that would leave even the other noblewomen jealous…

NO! STOP! Why is everything growing!? I haven’t had children in years, and yet I look like…

Tell me, Princess. What do you look like?

There’s that voice mocking her again. She wouldn’t lose herself to this body. She yells, “I am Fire Lord Ozumi!”

She looks around. She’s no longer in her nightgown but in the official attire of a Fire Lord. She gazes upon her throne room.  Her generals are there. Her two children, Zuko and Azula, are there as well.

She growls. She can feel their judgment. Those generals. They questioned her rule in the beginning. She was a woman after all. But it didn’t take long for her to squash dissent. Even if her body looks like a…Plump Ember Island Fire Maiden. Azula was always loyal. A prodigy. Zuko…well, she had to teach the boy respect.

She walks toward the middle of the throne room, declaring her plan.

 Now, Sozin’s Comet is almost upon us. And on that day, it will endow me with the power of a hundred suns. I will use its power to end the Earth Kingdom permanently.

She gazes upon her loyal generals and her ambitious children.

A new world will be reborn, and I will be the Supreme Ruler of Everything. The room erupts in applause.

Her body morphs again. Supported by muscle, her thighs balloon. Her ass jiggles with every step. Her undergarments transform into alluring red panties.  Her breasts grow three cup sizes and, despite the thick fabric, her erect nipples poke through.

The room changes again. 

She’s in her nightgown. But now there’s no bra restricting large breasts. Her thighs wobble and sway. Occasionally, the wind reveals her shelf-like butt, swallowing her panties. 

She walks down into the dungeon. Chained to the floor, the prisoner is still asleep. 

She lies on the prisoner’s  bed and snaps her fingers. She’ll enjoy mocking him.

Hakoda's eyes slowly open. He’s confused and dazed.

So, this is the infamous Chief Hakoda. The man who dared defy the might of the Fire Nation. I must admit, the poster did you justice, handsome, strong…

Ozumi’s robe slips off her shoulders and is caught by her thick, pick nipples. Unconsciously, she plays with it. Barely covering her areoles. 

Perhaps if you’re entertaining enough, I might let those chains be…a little less tight.

She grins.

But Hakoda is not paying attention. He’s not even looking at her. 

I..I was with Teo, Duke, Haru, and Chit Sang. We just escaped Boiling Rock. And… I was never captured again. Was I?

Ah, still in shock that my forces were able to capture you, even though the rest of the prisoners escaped. You should’ve underestimated my gen…

No, this is all wrong. This is not what…

Spirit: Hmm, maybe you two should get a bit closer. 

What was that?

Ozumi stops mocking Hakoda.

 Wait, you hear it too?

Suddenly, the two leaders are face-to-face. Chest pressing upon Chest. They look into each other's eyes for the first time.

In that moment, all the tension, anger, and confusion simply disappeared. Ozumi leans toward Hakoda. Her large, puffy nipples graze Hakoda’s chest. 

Hakoda’s arms slowly wrap around Ozumi’s waist. His hands inch towards her butt and bright red undergarments. 

The two are still mesmerized by their eyes. Ozumi’s bright yellow eyes engulf Hakoda in long-forgotten feelings. Hakoda’s blue eyes drown Ozumi in a new, unfamiliar passion. 

And then the two kiss. No, this was more than a kiss. The two are consumed by something they both thought impossible. This is…love. They had fallen in love. 

The quick peck on the lips had become an hour-long make-out session. Ozumi’s robe falls off her breast as she holds onto Hakoda’s head. She lets her exposed chest press up against Hakoda’s biceps. Hakoda returns the favor by tugging on Ozumi’s newly formed red fundoshi. She couldn’t help but chuckle when they took breaths between kisses. This foreign feeling of love and adoration for someone other than herself felt euphoric. 

Suddenly, both had a moment of lucidity. What DID they do!?

Ozumi pushes herself away. She tries and fails to cover her oversized chest. She tries but fails to summon the anger and contempt she had for this man (No, the world) mere hours ago. She could only feel frustration, confusion, and …love?!?!?

What have you done, waterbender? Why did we? How could we?

Turning red, she looks at Hakoda. 

He stutters, “I’ve done nothing. I don’t know what happened. This is the first time I have felt this since…Kya.”

Spirit: It seems that you two have fallen in love. At first sight, no less.

Ozumi groans, “Who said that?”

Hakoda asks, “Wait, you heard that too.”

Ozumi growls, “Whatever that voice is, it’s been haunting me all my life. Is this a curse? Have you cursed me, Waterbender?”

You think I want this. You think I would want to be with my sworn enemy?

Ozumi runs out of the prison cell. She needs to think. She’s the Fire Lord. She is on the cusp of getting everything she ever wanted. She can’t let these new feelings… These new desires ruin everything she works for.

Everything turns dark. 

She’s in the dungeon again. Only a day has passed since the “incident” with Chief Hakoda. She looks at her body. It feels foreign and natural to her at the same time. The proud Fire Lord with the body of a busty Ember Island Fire Maiden. Her royal gown barely hides her puffy nipples. Her undergarments are nothing more than a bright red fundoshi wedged deep between her butt cheeks. Alluring makeup highlights her cheekbones. Tasteful eye shadow that brightens her fiery eyes. A confident smirk shows her pride despite the bizarre situation. 

As she opens Hakoda’s cell door, a wooden box appears in her hand.

Still in shock from yesterday’s events, Hakoda sits silently at the table. Despite the chains being loosened, he’s still restrained. They reluctantly look at each other, failing to mask their conflicting feelings.

Ozumi breaks the silence.

Have you ever played Pai Sho?

Hakoda remains silent.

My brother Iroh… he plays this game often. He says, ‘It’s a good way to know a person.’

Hakoda finally speaks.

I have. But I don’t know how getting to know a…Tyrant like yourself helps either of us.

Smirking, Ozumi can’t help but giggle. He’s as witty as he’s handsome. But she can’t get distracted.

Listen, Chief, this voice… this mysterious voice is altering our lives. Like it or not, the only way for us to even have an understanding of our predicament is to learn more about each other. 

Still avoiding her eyes, Hakoda relents and starts to set the Pai Sho board. At first, they start small. Sharing small things about themselves. Birthdays. Favorite Foods. Nothing too important. Nothing that could be used against each other. 

Everything changes when they look into each other’s eyes. They had to. How could they know if the other was truly being sincere? If this wasn’t just one elaborate ruse? But once they did, they shared everything. Their dreams. Their fears. Everything was exposed.

Hakoda explained how much he loved his children. How he loved his wife, Kya. How, after he lost her, he thought he would never fall in love again. But now, he wasn’t too sure.

When Ozumi questioned Hakoda about what he meant, he remained silent. Instead, he asked the Fire Lord if she ever loved anything but herself. If she ever loved her brother, her wife, or even her children. 

She bluntly answers No.  All of these new feelings are foreign to her. It was scary and… exciting at the same time.

 Slowly, the room begins to change. Time became fluid. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. In mere moments, Ozumi is on Hakoda’s lap. Her ass was rubbing against his groin. 

Aware of the sudden changes, the two look at each other in shock. Only for them to mesmerize each other with their eyes. 

It wasn’t long before Hakoda’s strong arms held Ozumi’s waist again as his hands massaged her tits. As both of them shared a tongue-filled kiss, Ozumi guided Hakoda’s penis between her ass cheeks. She grinded on his dick. Every stroke arouses her on the edge of an orgasm.

When their lips finally separated, she proposed something. Something she thought she would never offer in a million years.

Rule beside me. Be by King. We can have everything together.

She closed her eyes, waiting for his answer. She bites her lip in anticipation. 

Reluctantly, Hakoda murmurs, “No.”

The words cut harder than a knife. 

What? But this feeling we share. This admiration. This fondness. This l-love. As much as we want, we can’t deny this.

Hakoda looks into Ozumi’s fiery eyes. 

I’m not. I know this feeling too well to deny it. And I thank whatever force has altered our lives and brought us together, but… (the words hurt Hakoda), I can’t be with you. You’re the Fire Lord. You’re the woman who wants to conquer the world and kill the Avatar. I may love you, Ozumi, but I can never love the Phoenix Queen.

Frustration bubbles to Ozumi’s face. If this were the old her, she would force Hakoda’s admiration. She would even threaten him with a fiery death. She would not be rejected…  but now… she had no desire for retribution.

 She didn’t want Hakoda’s companionship to be forced through violence or manipulation. She wanted his love through his own will. She could just persuade him. That’s it. She was always good with words…

It…It is my destiny to rule. To be the Phoenix Queen. This is everything I ever wanted. I would sacrifice anything for it.

Quietly, Hakoda walks away to the metal bars and leaves Ozumi lying on the prison floor. 

Well, you’ll have to sacrifice our love.

For the first time, the smile disappears from Ozumi’s face and is replaced with a stoic stare. Then, she felt them. Tears. She was crying. She looks up. She knows that there’s nothing she can say to persuade him. But maybe she could look into his beautiful blue eyes one more time and swim in a sea of passion. But when she does look up, she’s no longer in Hakoda’s cell. She’s covered in darkness. The room changes again.

Phoenix Queen Ozumi is now back on the airship. She’s in the royal robes of the Phoenix Queen. The ground below her burns, and with it any chance she had of love.

The Spirit reappears in front of her. It taunts her. 

I told you.  I will take away what you love. The way you took away what I loved. Now go on. The Avatar is near. Even if you win against him, you will rule on a lonely throne without the one thing you’ve ever loved in your miserable life.

Ozumi stares out into the distance. Her face slowly changes.

Her stoic look transforms into a face filled with determination.

Quiet, Spirit. I know who I am. And I create my own Destiny.

Surprisingly, defiant. Very well, I’ll see you struggle a little more.

Ozumi walks back into her airship. She quickly presses the evacuation button as she heads to the main control room. The ship’s crew desperately evacuates. They know the Avatar is coming.

She reaches the main control room. Tossing off her gaudy wardrobe, she exposes her training clothes underneath: singed red pants, a tight bandage bra holding her bust, and two arm bands around her biceps. Despite her practical attire, her oversized hips, large breasts, deep ruby red lips, and distinct cheekbones made her beauty undeniable.

She opens the door. Everyone is gone except Chief Hakoda. He’s restrained to a metal chair and his mouth gagged. 

He stares in disbelief as Ozumi unties him. 

When I brought you on this airship, I lied to myself. I claimed you would be ‘leverage’ against the Avatar. In reality, I just wanted to be with you. 

As she finishes untying the last knot, she walks over to the ship’s controls. The comet’s light beams. She glares at the forest burning below.

Ozumi, what are you…

But you’re right. You can never love the Fire Lord or the Phoenix Queen. And frankly, being the Phoenix Queen, ruling everything underneath my feet, is nothing. It’s nothing without your love. 

Hakoda stares at Ozumi, but she refuses to turn around. She can’t look into his big, beautiful blue eyes.

So, the Phoenix Queen must die. No, not just die, she must fail spectacularly. The tyrant’s airship will crash into the fire below and, with it, her rule over the lands will end. When it’s all said and done, and the world celebrates my fall, I hope you will have it in your heart to love Ozumi: the woman who loved you.

Ozumi…

GO now! The ship is already evacuated. The Avatar is already on his way. But once he arrives, there will be nothing left of the Phoenix Queen but the wreckage of this airship.

And promise me, you won’t look back. This is how it has to be.

Without saying any words, Hakoda nods his head. He adheres to Ozumi’s promise and runs out of the ship’s control room. With tears in his eyes, he doesn’t look back.

Hakoda’s gone now. A small spark appears in Ozumi’s hand. It quickly becomes a wave of raging fire, consuming the entire room. As the fire engulfs the entire ship, she prepares for the flame to take her as well. She doesn’t notice the shadow of the spirit emerging from the floor. It warps itself around her, and they both disappear in a mist of air.

Ozumi opens her eyes. Her fighting gear had been replaced by a silky bathrobe and tight red fundoshi. Highlighting her cheekbones, freshly applied blush with a vibrant purple eye shadow covers her face. Her plump lips are decorated with bright ruby lipstick. It’s the same attire she wore when she met Hakoda for the first time. She rolls in the grass below. The plants tickle her nipples, and she moans as pleasure radiates through her body.

She raises her head. She’s surrounded by trees, badly scarred and burned but recovering. She walks toward the tree and touches its bark. Another foreign feeling enters her mind. She…She wishes it recovers soon. 

You’re awake.

Ozumi turns around to see the spirit. It was no longer merely a shadow. Instead, it had a figure of a busty woman. Her hips are slightly narrower than Ozumi’s, but her ass was just as big, if not bigger. She also wore a modest robe. She almost looked like an Earth Kingdom noblewoman. The only difference is that her skin appeared to be made of “the night sky,” and her shoulder-length hair seemed to resemble starlight.

I thought you would be more comfortable in my natural state. 

Ozumi pouts in a failed attempt to display frustration.

How am I alive?

Aw, I missed you, too. Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight. Even if you wanted to, your bending is gone. The Avatar took it away while you were incapacitated?

Incapacitated? How long was …

A couple of months, I believe. Human time is still so foreign to me. Your son has been crowned the new Fire Lord. The war has ended. Balance has been restored. 

And during that time, I personally delivered you to the Avatar. Told him about …your actions. After a bit of persuasion, he agreed to my request.

Request?

Before Ozumi could inquire further, the spirit walks to her. She fondles her butt and gives her a slight kiss on the cheek. Ozumi can’t help but smile. Her face turns red as her breasts rub against the spirit’s. She always had a preference for water tribesmen, but this spirit was undeniably alluring.

 The spirit admires Ozumi’s Chest.

I’ll admit I didn’t expect you to change like this. Time is rather ‘sensitive’ and when you change it, you can never control the outcome. 

The spirit turns away. 

I never expected you would fall in love. I definitely never expected you to sacrifice everything for Hakoda’s love. 

Like Ozumi, the spirit touches the scarred tree. With the touch of her palm, it slowly heals. 

As someone who understands love for other living beings, I couldn’t let Ozumi’s love perish in the ashes of the Phoenix Queen.

Ozumi refocuses. She asks, “Spirit, what did you request of the Avatar?”

 The spirit answers.

As penance for your many crimes, you will care for the trees of this forest until they heal. I’ve already made the arrangements. You’ll be under my supervision until the task is done. 

That seems fair.

 She tries to hide it. But her smile gives it away. She’s thankful for the spirit. Without her, she would never have experienced love. 

Oh, and you will be allowed visitors. The new Fire Lord has already requested a meeting. In fact, you have a visitor here now. Ozumi turns and sees Hakoda waiting for her under a nearby tree. 

She doesn’t hesitate. She runs to him, and they embrace. It doesn’t take long before their hugs become kisses, and their kisses become lovemaking. Not mere sex. Passionate, uncompromising lovemaking.

Hakoda pounds his penis into Ozumi’s surprisingly tight womb. Her ass jiggles as Hakoda fondles her large breast. The whole time, they gaze into each other's eyes. Loving every second.

We’ll have plenty of work in the morning, but please enjoy your lover.

The spirit dissolves into mist as the two lovers continue their embrace.

The Phoenix Queen was dead. And Ozumi couldn’t wish for a better life.