Booyakasha!




       The darkness became a hindrance as the moonlight failed to penetrate the deep sewage tunnels, prompting Tyler to halt and retrieve a lantern from his backpack. Although the light wasn’t ideal, it provided enough illumination to steer clear of the canals as he aimlessly searched for the turtles’ whereabouts. Ignoring the harsh reality that he had immediately lost track of them, since he took his time to follow their trail, they had already distanced themselves significantly.
       Nevertheless, Tyler pressed on, hoping he was heading in the right direction, all the while humming the Last Ronin theme song to himself.
       Meanwhile, the turtles had already reached their base:
       —I can’t believe we got our asses kicked again. —Rachel complained—.
       —We could’ve won if you weren’t as aggressive, Rachel. —Leona answered—.
       —Aggressive?! You just stood there doing nothing! —Rachel complained back with sarcasm—. Oh wait, that’s right you were doing something, a plan right?
       —Sliver said not to fight amongst us. —Donna tried to settle—.
       —I’m not fighting shit! —Rachel lost her temper—.
       —Maybe that’s the problem! —Leona joked—. Instead of swinging your weapons arround try actually fighting.
       As the two argued and Donna tried to calm them down; Michelle stood up from her improvised bed and went for a walk.
       —I’m going to Antonio’s girls, I’m too hungry to handle you two. —She said as she walked away—.
       On her way outside, she found Sliver meditating in silence; she couldn’t help herself and ask for her input on the matter. With this loss they were now 2-0 against the bad guys and she wasn’t having it –difference being she would rather not show how much she cared about the team to avoid breaking her character –than actually tying to be a part of that discussion.
       —You are not two for zero, Michelle. —Sliver comforted her—. No fight is lost if you learn from it and try again. It’s forfeit what truly makes you lose a battle.
       —I mean, Tai Jin Tsu ran away with the plans and Shredder didn’t kill us out of pity. —Michelle seemed angry, but her voice was relaxed—. I see those as lost battles if you ask me.
       —Or maybe you are yet to learn from them, my child.
       Michelle left the base, feeling a mix of confusion and conflicting emotions. Her cheerful demeanour clashed with her underlying sadness, but she continued on her solitary journey, unaware of the new challenge that awaited her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was also on the same path, not too far away but not too close either. As Michelle walked, she gradually noticed a faint light moving ahead, which turned out to be Tyler searching for himself and an exit. Michelle saw this as a potential threat, as she had grown accustomed to being ambushed near their home. Determined to gather information without being detected, she switched into stealth mode, getting closer to Tyler without being noticed. Little did she expect to discover that he was just a kid, a teenager like herself, who was lost and somewhat worried, yet still singing.
       —Step on the gas, no time to waste- Kicking yourself, just take my hand, let’s go… —Tyler kept singing—.
       Despite all signs pointing to him not being a threat, Michelle still had her doubts about engaging with him in a friendly manner. She couldn't shake the feeling that the song he was singing was actually a secret code, and if he stopped singing, it would alert the others. That's when she noticed he was carrying a backpack, and an idea sparked in her mind.
       Without a second thought, Michelle leaped towards Tyler, causing a small thud. Tyler screamed like a girl, completely caught off guard, while Michelle pinned him down. The scare was so intense that Tyler ended up passing out from all the screaming. This worried Michelle, as it confirmed that he wasn't one of the bad guys. However, she was still curious about why he was down there with them, so she decided to take a look inside his backpack while he was unconscious.
       Not long after, Tyler regained consciousness, but seeing Michelle right there startled him once again. This time, though, his scream was more subdued, and he didn't pass out. He watched as Michelle rummaged through his belongings, particularly noticing the adult magazine he had forgotten inside the backpack.
       —Are- Are- Are you…? Hey! Give that back!
       Michelle was surprised she couldn’t notice him waking up.
       —Your secret manual of combat is mine! Now state your business! —She yelled at him, once again thinking he was an enemy from what she saw on the magazine—.
       —Combat…What? No that’s- too advance for you.
       Tyler wasn’t sure of what he was doing, but he was dead sure he wasn’t going to tell her that it was a porn magazine for sure. She probably thought it was a manual due to the compilation of Kamasutra poses in some pages. He would rather go that way. That’s when he recalled what Mike said about them liking pizza.
       Right away he put his hands on his pockets; the change he had from earlier was still there.
       —I’ll buy it from you then! Look!
       Michelle, not so used to the concept of money since they took everything from garbage bins and waste looked at him confused.
       —You can’t fool me! That’s just random green pieces of paper!
       —N-no you… you can trade things with this! Like… Pizza! Yhea this can get you a large pizza!
       —Prove it.
       —Well… we need to get to a pizzeria first- H-Hey!
       As soon as she got her “mission” she took him by the hand and started to drag him across with her. Now both were going to Antonio’s to see if these greens could really trade for Pizza as he claimed.
       —C-can I at least get your name? Do you have a name even?
       —Name’s Not Your Business Until I Get That Pizza.
       —That’s an awfully long name…
       By the time they arrived at Antonio’s it was almost closing time, but Tyler, under Michelle’s watch, was able to secure one last large pepperoni pizza for her –who was surprised that it was not at all a scam and was already tasting that pizza on her mouth.
       —See? Money, pizza. Pizza, eh… secret manual? —Tyler tried to switch her the Pizza for the adult magazine, alongside his other stuff—.
       —Mmmm… not quite yet. —She replied to an angry Tyler who had already proven himself honest—.
       She giggled, looking at his angry demeanour amused her for a couple of seconds as she burst a small laugh, ultimately feeling sorry for her mean attitude and giving the magazine back.
       —As token of my gratitude I will escort you back to where I found you. —She finished up as she began to eat a slice—. 
       Tyler, who was effectively lost, felt like luck was on his side when she offered a way back. Perhaps he was scared for no reason, perhaps Michelle didn’t see him as an enemy anymore once he fed her. But both turned out to good terms rather easily after that.
       —And how did you even find us? —Michelle asked as they walked back, munching on her pizza—.
       —Well, you were fighting outside my hou- my base! You were fighting outside my base.
       —Wait a minute, you were there and didn’t help?!
       —How am I supposed to help?! I don’t even know how to fight! —Tyler couldn’t keep his persona up much longer as he had to be honest in some things—.
       —You find us, follow us, carry a fighting manual of; well, quite the weird style. And you don’t know how to fight?
       By sheer coincidence he started to piece an idea together. He had been eying her for the whole trip; he was bigger and had more body than the girls from school, and not to mention the bragging rights he could take from Mike if he talked about it with him.
       Some conflicting ideas came to be as well as he realized he couldn’t just say he WAS with a ninja turtle, that would be the biggest “I told you so” in the history of “I told you so”, not only that but he had to prove it (given that he forgot he was even carrying a video camera).
       One way or the other he wasn’t going to waste this chance to really try something out.
       —Well, you see, I have no one to train with.
       At that moment Michelle could’ve had the idea of offering assistance but given that part of the teachings from Master Sliver was about not giving your enemies information about yourself, she simply assumed he didn’t want to teach others his style either, and he had already leaked information by falling unconscious when they met, and she meddled with his belongings.
       Tyler on the other hand wanted her to offer herself as a training partner but given that the awkward silence followed them to their point of origin, he had to ask himself. And for him the trade seemed perfect.
       —I have an idea. —He said—. I give you more money if you let me practice my manual with you and the others, I’ll pay them too.
       Michelle was surprised by his offer, free pizza, training and a new fighting style? And after a humiliating defeat against Shredder of all villains. She was all for the idea.
       —You got a deal! —She replied a little too excited—. But I gotta tell you, I’m a great puncher!
       Tyler worried the second she mentioned violence.
       —Oh, no, no, you don’t understand, this is not for fighting… it’s for, uh… stamina exercises!
       —Oh… —Michelle´s happiness took a hit, but she wanted to get that pizza one way or the other at this rate—. Well, we do get tired after every fight, I guess.
       Tyler couldn’t believe that worked as he took a deep breath.
       —We will also need a place to train in secret. 
       Michelle looked arround the sewage tunnels, dark and empty, away from her own hideout as well.
       —I feel like this place is as good as any, the rest are probably resting by now.
       Tyler, on the other hand, wanted something more comfortable, but no gift from God this time as all he could see were dirty water and even dirtier walls and floors. So, he did the next best thing that came to his mind –he started to grab pieces of cardboard and other miscellaneous items he found arround and set up an improvised bed of sorts.
       Meanwhile, Michelle looked at him with some excitement as he prepared, wondering what all of that was for.
       —Ok, now you need to undress. —Tyler said a little confused since Michelle looked practically naked—.
       She started to look arround her own body figuring out what he meant by that, since she was indeed naked all the time; if only for the breast plate and knee guards, ultimately dropping both off –keeping only her orange mask on.
       Tyler looked at her in shock when her breasts got exposed: given that turtles laid eggs for starters and didn’t need breasts. Even remembering in detail, the time another classmate had brought one to class and the biology teacher took her time to explain all about this animal. All this time he just assumed it was all coincidence that her chest had some breast-like shape, and by proxy was surprised she had nipples too.
       The look on his face even got to her as she couldn’t help herself to grabbing her own tits and playing with them; trying to understand what was causing him to look at them so much.
       Too excited to even ask or complain he took off his backpack, placed it against the wall, took out the magazine; and after realizing the video camera was there –he set it up as well to make sure he could prove that the turtles were indeed real.
        Right after that he took off his pants and underwear. Tyler felt more anxious than he expected; he was surely aroused by Michelle’s breasts, and she was clearly excited to do what the magazine showed –even if she didn’t understand the real meaning behind it.
       But, after all, it was his first time and excitement was all over him, he wanted to start right away –already packing an erection that showed him to be more than enough for Michelle’s first time.
       Maybe it was her innocence, but any other person would have been shocked at Tyler, hung like a horse he had quite the big dick –definitely above average and with girth, it would be no stretch to think this may be the reason why most girls were after him to begin with, and not necessarily his money.
       —What now? —Michelle asked as she browsed through the magazine—. There are a lot of positions here, but I don’t see how they help you work your endurance.
       —Y-you’ll see. —Tyler tried to take her attention away from the magazine in fear she would get the hoax—. Just get on all fours over here.
       He took the magazine and looked for a page with the pose he wanted her on; the lady was on the doggy style position with her back bent all the way down with her chest touching the floor, and her ass all the way upwards.
       Michelle tried to mimic it, but her shell made it impossible for her to bend her body; as a result, she either looked too stiff or like a triangle –having only her head touch the ground.
       —This… this is harder than I expected! —She complained—. How am I even supposed to-?
       She froze still when Tyler grabbed her ass. While she was setting up, he went behind her to assume his position as well, not really bothered by her lack of experience or common human femineity when he saw she had the same stuff as a normal girl would. Anything that could resemble a common turtle was gone from her except for the green body and sturdy shell.
       —It’s ok! —Tyler reaffirmed her—. J-just stay like this while I practice.
       She looked at the page he had showed her one last time and noticed the “next step” was him to put something inside of her, and she quickly found out what that was.
       —F-Fuck! —Tyler exclaimed as he penetrated her—.
       He first wanted to get the feel for it; touch her vulva with his penis and start slowly, but he feared that she would move or otherwise react in the wrong way to it –so, instead he simply did it, getting overwhelmed by the warm feeling of her insides and his own sensible dick since all he ever did was masturbating with cream while in the bathroom.
       —Shit! —She replied back to him as she felt his cock slide in like it was nothing—. I don’t think-
       Her words were muffled as she tried to get him to withdraw, but he persisted in pushing himself back into her, as if he was magnetically attracted to her. Despite her reluctance, she couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body.
       Every time he thrust into her, she felt a wave of ecstasy wash over her, making her toes curl and her breath hitch. She felt an urge to stop him, but the sensations were too intense to resist. Her body was betraying her mind, and she found herself arching her back and moaning with pleasure.
       His incredible length pushed her insides over and over and Michelle craved more. What would feel like attacks, felt more like momentary lapses of pleasure that felt better and better as he kept thrusting.
       As he continued to move inside her, she felt her resistance crumbling. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this, but it was impossible to deny the pleasure he was giving her. Whatever kind of training this was, she was quickly adapting to it and bringing in her own enthusiasm to it.
       Her first protests quickly meant nothing as he kept going, his movements becoming more urgent and intense as she got into it with him. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. And then, with a final thrust, she came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to move inside her.
       Tyler, who was also being overpowered by the sensations produced by her sudden wild behavior couldn’t help himself to moan with her as both came for the first time –and as he looked at what he had done, seeing it dripping down from her insides, he was finally able to agree with Mike about how good the ass really was.
       In the meantime, as she laid there, panting and spent, she indulged on her desires to keep training their bodies, eager to get some of her strength back and push their bodies further beyond. Without realizing it, she had let him have his way with her, and she had enjoyed every moment of it.
       Michelle quickly browsed through the magazine again and found a page with multiple poses, one of them with the lady on top as the man laid still on the floor. For her, it was clear Tyler had the least endurance, since he claimed that he had never trained before –this caused a smile on her face as she turned arround to look him in the eyes.
       —Let’s try this one now! —She showed him the position—.
       But Tyler was still getting himself back on track when she mounted him, swiftly putting his cock inside of her once again. He wanted for a time-out, but instead a hidden flame inside of him lighted up, prompting him to meet her halfway on each thrust, both of them had found a momentum that would help them keep going for a while.
       At least until both of them finally tired each other out after their second round.
       —Booyakasha! —She exclaimed as they both came for the last time—.
       “This training and free pizza?!” Michelle's eyes widened with excitement, feeling as if she had stumbled upon a hidden treasure. For a brief moment, she entertained the thought of having him all to herself, surpassing her sisters and becoming the very best. Meanwhile, Tyler struggled to understand the meaning behind her actions, gasping for air as he tried to regain control.
       “How did she even...?” Tyler questioned himself, his first expectations of resistance were never met. He even feared starting a confrontation with her in case she understood what he was trying to do with her. Instead, he found himself getting exactly what he wanted, exactly how he wanted it. It was in that moment that he realized he had unknowingly entangled himself in an interesting situation.
       —This was more exhilarating than any training I've ever experienced! —Michelle exclaimed; her voice filled with exhaustion—.
       She began to dress herself, although her attire was minimal. Being accustomed to training all day, her fatigue was not as overwhelming as Tyler's, but she couldn't deny the sweat that had accumulated during the latter half of their encounter, which explained her elation.
       —Good to know... —Tyler muttered, still feeling a bit dazed but managing to gather himself—. Next time I got go so easy.
       At this point he simply wanted to score some manly points with her, to make sure she wouldn’t read his exhaustion.
       —Me neither! —Michelle responded eagerly; her excitement evident in her voice—.
       Tyler got dressed again, picked up his stuff and as the night began to say its goodbyes; he used his same escape route to smuggle himself back inside his house, it was like he never left.
       By the time he woke up that Saturday, Mike had already left. It was just him and his backpack, which when he opened up out of his own curiosity, still had the magazine and video camera inside –that’s when everything came back to him; what he had done that night was no dream and he had a whole film to prove it.
       «F-fuck! Oh shit! Yhea!»
       Tyler wasted no time reviewing his footage of that night. Seeing himself having his way with Michelle was somewhat erotic for him, even prompting a quick masturbation alongside with it. His mind quickly enticed him to go and look for them again tonight; specially if he had to return the magazine by the end of the weekend. So, he did, he smuggled some money from her mother’s wallet, and for the next two nights he went into the sewage during nighttime to look for her. But he couldn’t find her anywhere, even going to Antonio’s on the surface to see if he could catch her trying to get something to eat.
       He listened to the radio but there was radio silence about her and the others; it was like they had disappeared, leaving him to believe he would never find her ever again. So, until then the video he had was the only proof of their existence; and the fact that he laid with one of them. The ultimate secret and the hardest to keep.
       Meanwhile, on that sunny Saturday morning, Michelle sprang out of bed with an electrifying burst of energy. The training sessions with the rest of the gang felt like a walk in the park for her, unlike her sisters. They couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into Michelle, as she bounced around like a hyperactive bunny, launching attacks left and right.
       Secretly, Michelle kept her newfound enthusiasm to herself. Throughout the day, she yearned for another training session with Tyler, reminiscing about the intense passion they shared. When nightfall finally arrived, her excitement reached its peak, leading her to stumble upon the art of self-pleasure while daydreaming about their thrilling escapade. However, their reunion would have to wait, as a formidable foe from the past, Tai Jin Tsu, made a dramatic comeback.
       But this time, he had the notorious Shredder by his side. Despite Michelle's boosted confidence, the battle proved to be a gruelling and relentless struggle. Her sisters struggled to keep up with the relentless onslaught unleashed by their adversaries. As they returned to their hideout on Sunday, nursing their wounds, Michelle found herself emotionally defeated once again. Although she possessed the skills to face the fight head-on, her sisters' limitations dragged her down. In that moment, she let go of the idea of having Tyler all to herself, realizing that he had become their beacon of hope. Her next objective was clear –to locate him and discover where he resided.
       As Monday rolled around, Tyler appeared to have thrown in the towel on locating them once more. He prepared for school with only his trusty backpack filled with books and notebooks, and the adult magazine ready to be returned to Mike. Without any turtles to track down, it seemed like there was no longer a need for it. Tyler's determination had waned, but little did he know that fate had other plans in store for him.
       Meanwhile, on that very same morning, Michelle embarked on her quest to find Tyler. She started her search from the street closest to the manhole he had disappeared into on that fateful Friday night. Armed with the clue he had given her about witnessing their fight near his secret hideout, Michelle felt a surge of gratitude for stumbling upon someone so blissfully unaware. Any other ninja would have concocted a clever excuse, but Tyler's honesty, or perhaps his lack of intelligence, mattered little to her. All she cared about was finding him and getting back to their training sessions. She couldn't wait for him to meet the rest of their group, as his mysterious skills had the potential to turn the tide in their upcoming battles.
       That night, Michelle embarked on a mission to find him, keeping a watchful eye on every single person in the neighbourhood. She was determined not to make any mistakes when it came to locating his exact residence. Michelle peered through the windows, observing Tyler's interactions with his mother, witnessing his change into his pyjamas, and even catching a glimpse of his bedtime routine. She assumed that his attire was some kind of special training outfit as he saw him masturbating before reaching slumber.
       Once she confirmed that Tyler was alone and peacefully resting, Michelle inched closer and closer to his window. With a gentle knock, she startled him, causing him to almost scream in terror. However, Tyler quickly recognized her, and his fear turned into relief. He eagerly opened the window, almost sure of what to expect.
       —How did you find me? —Tyler asked in a whispering tone—.
       —I have my ways. But that’s not important right now. —She said loudly as Tyler tried to shut her up—.
       —If you wanted pizza this is not the way, if my mom find-
       —This is not about pizza; we need to train more!
       Tyler couldn't believe his luck. He had been hoping for another chance to be intimate with her, but he never expected her to feel the same way. Little did he know, she had a different motive altogether. In her eyes, it was all about honing their skills to fight against evil. So, while Michelle did enjoy the pleasure of their last encounter, her mind was focused on a greater purpose.
       Eventually, Tyler shrugged off his initial surprise and agreed to join her on this adventure. Although he would have preferred to have their rendezvous in the comfort of his own room, the risk of his mother walking in was too great. So, he packed his trusty video camera once again, grabbed some cash from his drawer, and eagerly followed her lead.
       —Aren’t you forgetting something? —Michelle asked—.
       —No?
       —Your training manual!
       —Oh, the magazi- oh yhea! The manual. —Tyler panicked as he almost slipped—. Don’t worry, I got it memorized since last time.
       Trusting him and in a desperate situation, she didn't question it further as they ventured into the sewers, returning to the same spot where they had their first encounter. Tyler set everything up just like before, and Michelle prepared herself, realizing that she was already wet and ready.
       Tyler wasted no time and undressed; his massive cock ready for their training session. However, instead of the usual position, he decided to mix things up and try different positions that came to mind.
       First, he lay on his back, his cock pointing upwards. Michelle positioned herself on top of him, facing him directly, but Tyler suggested she turn around, showing her back instead.
       Despite the challenging position, Tyler tried to make her rest on him, thankfully his length was enough to reach her, regardless of their unconventional posture. Tyler immediately got into the rhythm and fucked her once again, feeling her just as intensely, if not more, than the last time. It was as if her body craved it, even without her fully understanding the implications.
       Both of them surrendered to the pleasure of their actions, moaning without a care for what it truly meant. Tyler attempted to grab her breasts and pinch her nipples as he thrust into her, and Michelle didn't even flinch. Instead, she made sure to keep one of his hands there, holding it in place.
       Unlike their first encounter, they both unleashed their inner savagery.
       Next, she stayed on top of him and still showing her back to Tyler, but now rested her body forward, holding her weight with her hands resting on the floor as she moved her as upwards and downwards on Tyler’s massive cock. Her stomach bulging each time she managed to get it all the way inside of herself.
       They kept at it for longer than last time, and both came even more. But even as Tyler began to crave for some rest, Michelle kept wanting more; wanting to reach her full exhaustion as a way of intense training on herself. He began to reach a second air at one point, but Michelle’s strength was a force to be reckon with and he simply had to manage his own to be at par with hers.
       By the time they finally finished and climaxed one last time, Tyler was out for the count –forcing her to carry him back home for the rest of the night. Not only did they fucked until exhaustion, but now Michelle was sure and filled with confidence again; finally deciding to take the news to the rest.
       But she had to be smart with how she did it, Rachel could prove the most difficult to convince, followed by Leona and Master Sliver, she had to go for Donna first.
       
       ***
       
       —I-I’m not sure Michelle, Master Sliver was really clear about humans.  —Donna sounded worried—.
       —Trust me then! Not him. —Michelle sounded excited—. Didn’t I just outplay all of you during today’s training?
       —You always outplay me…
       —Yhea, that’s why I am talking to you instead of Leona or Rachel. —She insisted—. Trust me, you’ll love this new method I found.
       —Are you sure?
       —Bet! But I get to keep the pizza, ok?
       —Ok… —Donna was still unsure of following Michelle’s proposal—.
       Both Michelle and Donna talked about it for a while on their sleeping quarters. Michelle didn’t want to go into details to avoid scaring her, but instead she talked over and over on how despite how tired she felt during these special sessions, her body was always ready to keep going. Explaining to her how well she felt afterwards instead of the usual feeling they get from Sliver’s methods, that lead to a post-training sensation of a broken body and depleted energy.
       In Michelle’s eyes, the sex she was having was filling all the gaps in her life. A perfect counter action to all the stress and emotional distress she was feeling since their losing streak.
       
       ***
       
       The very next day…
       —Well done, Michelle, seems that while your sisters ponder on their defeats during training; you instead focus on the training itself. —Master Sliver praised her—. But there is a difference between being positive and gullible.
       —She’s been sneaking out at night doing God knows what, and- —Rachel sounded suspicious but got interrupted—.
       —What she does on her free time is her problem, Rachel. —Master Sliver interrupted—. Maybe you should join her to see if you too can improve your lack of focus.
       Master Sliver was firm on her speech, there was much on everyone’s minds and their lack of teamwork was paying its toll on their success, which translated to their poor performance. But Rachel, who was more “head on” on her sense of fighting, could not agree with her master –brushing off Sliver’s recommendation and instead walking away from the scene.
       Leona, who was more calculative, tried to instead think of things Michelle could be doing; but unlike Rachel, who kept tabs on everyone but herself; had no idea of Michelle’s escapades, therefore, she couldn’t add one and one together.
       Donna, who now knew of what she was doing, had to keep silent instead, simply sheltering herself with her staff whenever anyone dared look at her in the eyes.
       Meanwhile, on Tyler’s end of things:
       He was attending school like any other weekday. His demeanour did not change at all since his little rendezvous with Michelle –if anything, his only change in character was the rush he felt each time the class was close to an end. Albeit any teenager would show this type of anxiety, his stood out more than anyone else’s –even getting ready to leave before anyone else.
       However, Mike, who was his closest friend, did notice a drastic change on his character; but every time he asked Tyler; he would just brush it off with excuses like “My dad’s home today” or “I have to see my grandma”, etc. He also noticed how much less he was getting bullied by Tyler every time he mentioned the ninja turtles and how often he would suggest eating pizza at this new place, (being Antonio’s Pizza) instead of the usual place they went to.
       In the eyes of everyone else, Tyler was yet another kid; in his friend’s eyes, something was surely going on and he was getting to the bottom of it.
       —Ok, Tyler. —Mike caught up to him as he was leaving—. What is really going on?
       —Dude, for the millionth time, nothing. —Tyler tried to change the subject—. Instead, can you get me one of your uncle’s magazines?
       —I will, if you tell me. —Mike gambled—.
       —I’ll tell you if you lend me some.
       —Why not just buy them? —Mike sounded challenging—. After all, it's you who always said money can buy anything.
       —Can I buy you to stop asking dumb questions?
       —Perhaps…
       Tyler tried his best to play arround Mike’s suspicions, but he was too eager to tell him the truth he felt like a time bomb waiting to explode. Ultimately, each went on their merry way, and he avoided exposing himself yet again.
       
       ***
       
       But, that very night…
       —Hey! Tyler! —Michelle shouted from outside his window—.
       —Fucking… For a ninja you are stupidly noisy… —Tyler whispered to her after crawling silently out of his bed—.
       Michelle ignored his comment completely as she made her way inside his room, to then peak outside the window.
       —Donna! Come in! —Michelle shouted—.
       The second ninja turtle climbed inside as well. So far Tyler had only seen Michelle up close since the Shredder fight, so meeting a new girl required a complete inspection of her looks; Donna was thin, and not as big as Michelle in most aspects –smaller breasts, a pair of innocent eyes with a frightful attempt at a smile, smaller butt, and overall, more fragile composition. Plus, unlike Michelle’s orange coloured mask, Donna’s was purple.
       Tyler found amusing that the turtles used a form of colour scheme for their uniform, reminded him a lot of the cartoon shows he constantly watches on TV. But it was not the time nor the place to ponder about it; the biggest elephant in the room for him at the moment was: What is another turtle doing in his room?
       —Michelle, care to explain why… Donna, right? —He was puzzled—. Why is Donna in my room?
       —I want you to train her as well! —Michelle explained—.
       Tyler, who still saw Michelle as a plaything to have sex with, did had the intention of meeting the others down the line; having sex with all of them and record the action was something he was looking towards to, but really didn’t have a plan yet on how to prompt Michelle to bring the others to him; making this his biggest lucky strike to date. If she brings the rest down the line on their own accord, he wouldn’t have to worry about lying about the training program.
       —Sure, but I am still only paying for one pizza.
       —So, you do pay her to train with you?... —Donna wondered with her shy looks—. Master Sliver would oppose this…
       —That is why we don’t tell anyone! —Michelle hugged Donna, putting one hand on her shoulder, while with the other she formed a fist to knock at her bold head with—.
       Without much more said, Tyler packed up his camera, a couple of blankets (since fucking on top of cardboard and paper wasn’t really comfortable for him anyways) and got ready. With this as the “signal”, Michelle pushed Donna back outside the window and the three of them ventured into the sewage once again.