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Still opening up the story. The relationships will be closed in this one. So L/D and R/M. I kept their sex organs like I have them in Differences.

So, Mikey has a lot of problems, but he has worked hard to overcome them. But, his parents can't seem to let him go.

Yes the woman in the sewers is April. I kept her hair black, like in the original comics.

And, yes I replaced Donnie's wooden bow staff with a metal retractable one. It would be hard to be stealthy with a giant stick on your back. So I made it compact. Ninjas adapt. ", "writing": "Leonardo knelt before Master Nagi. His clan brother and lover Donatello knelt a few feet behind and to his left. They had been summoned along with six Foot ninja for a mission. They were all dressed in their black Shinobi Shozoku and Tabi boots. Each of their facemasks was pulled down to show their faces. To help further hide his green skin when it was up, Leonardo wore a blue band across his eyes and Donatello wore purple. \n\n“You have shown great potential,” Nagi started. “Now it’s time to test it. You will be leading your first mission tonight.” Nagi picked up a small robot from a table beside him and held it up for all to see. “This thing, and many like it, has been stealing from some of our most prominent clients. I want you to figure out who is behind it, shut them down and retrieve the stolen goods, if at all possible.”\n\n“Yes, Master,” Leonardo said bowing his head.\n\nIn the lab, Donatello studied the small robotic device. He had seen it before, but couldn’t remember where. He tried to settle his mind searching for the answer, but the fact that it was Leonardo’s first time as leader had his mind on overdrive. \n\n“Well?” Leo asked standing close to Donnie. \n\n“I’m trying to remember,” Donnie sighed. He turned the robot over in his hands several times. Leo leaned in close over Donnie’s shoulder to get a better look. The olive green turtle twisted his head so that he could plant a quick kiss on his leader’s lips.\n\n“Donatello!” Leo said in shock.\n\n“You were just so close that I couldn’t resist congratulating you on your first leadership role,” Donnie teased. \n\n“Congratulate me if I succeed,” Leo responded. \n\n“Oh you’ll get more than a kiss when you succeed,” Donnie flirted. \n\nLeo simply cleared his throat. \n\nThat was the distraction Donnie needed. He remembered where he had seen the robot before. It was a few years back in one of the science journals. It was about a scientist who had created ‘the better mouse trap’ and called his invention Mousers. The problem was that the things would eat through walls to get at the mice or rats causing a great deal of damage. That and the robot was bloody in the way it dealt with the vermin. He was dismissed and never got further funding. He must have found a new source for his funding. \n\n“Baxter Stockman,” Donnie finally said. “We need to find him.”\n\nA search on their computer led them to an old bar that Stockman had bought a few years back. When they went inside they found it to be empty. \n\n“Didn’t bars have hidden underground rooms during prohibition?” Donnie thought out loud. “He wouldn’t be sending those things out on the streets.” Donnie pointed down, “Underground.”\n\n“Then let’s get underground,” Leo ordered. \n\nThey slipped outside and slid into the sewers. A woman’s scream echoed off the walls and Leo gave the silent order to investigate. The eight ninja ran through the sewers toward the sound. They came upon a dark haired woman being attacked by the mousers. \n\nLeo pulled his katana and moved in for the attack. Donnie pulled out his retractable bow and pushed the button to extend it. Together the eight ninja easily dispatched the small robots. \n\nLeo knelt down to examine the woman. “She’s hurt bad,” He looked up and pointed to one of his ninja. “Take her back to the compound and have our doctors help her. I’m sure Master Nagi will want to have a word with her if she survives.”\n\nThe Foot ninja bowed in response collected the woman and disappeared into the shadows. Leo led the rest into the opening the woman was attacked next to. They moved deeper inside keeping to the shadows. They hid so well, Donnie lost sight of them. \n\n“More are broken,” yelled a man up ahead. “How?”\n\nDonnie moved forward and the man finally came into view. Suddenly the man’s hand came up to his neck and he fell to the ground. Leo stepped out of the shadows a dart pipe in his hand.\n\n“Get him and take him to the compound, Mako,” he ordered. “The rest of us will search the area for the stolen goods.”\n\nOne ninja collected Stockman and in a fireman carry took him out into the sewers. The remaining four shot forward to search the area. Donnie hung back to talk to Leo. \n\n“I call that a success,” Donnie smiled though he wasn’t sure Leo could see it through the mask.\n\n“I’m looking forward to my reward,” Leo replied before beginning his search. \n\n\nMichelangelo stood in the center of a dark room. The only light was the one that was beaming down on him. He was ready. He had already taken this test twice and aced it, but his father denied him advancement in his training. \n\nHe sensed a movement and countered the attack. More followed and he managed to fight them off. Despite being sick as a baby and nearly dying, Michelangelo had managed to overcome his handicaps. He modified his style to compensate for the limited rotation in his left leg. He knew how to move his legs around his longer plastron without any problems. In fact his whole shell looked like it was too big for his body, but he adapted to it. And, the partial blindness and near deafness on his right side did not give any advantage to his opponents. \n\nHis illness stunted his growth so that, at fifteen, he was the size his brothers were when they were ten. Standing at only four foot six, he was strong, quick, and agile. Fueled with the desire to finally catch up to them, he pushed himself to be better. \n\nWhen it was done, Michelangelo stood in the middle of the room panting. He waited for his father to step forward. \n\n“You did well, Michelangelo,” Yoshi praised. \n\n“Then I can advance to the next level?” Mikey asked full of hope.\n\nYoshi shook his head, “I don’t think you are ready.”\n\n“But, I passed the test,” Mikey whined. “That’s not fair.”\n\n“I’m sorry, but you are not ready,” Yoshi repeated. \n\n“Please, father. I’m ready,” Mikey pleaded. “I want to go out on missions and finally get a weapon.”\n\n“No,” Yoshi’s voice was stern. “It’s too dangerous.”\n\n“Leonardo and Donatello go out all the time,” Mikey argued.\n\n“They are at a higher level than you,” Yoshi responded.\n\n“That’s because you won’t let me advance,” Mikey screamed. “Is it really because I’m not ready, or is it because you refuse to let me grow up?”\n\n“Do not take that tone with me,” Yoshi scolded. “Go to your room.”\n\n“You’re so mean,” Mikey yelled and ran out the door.\n\nOn his way to his room he passed the room Leo and Don shared. The door was shut, but he could hear sounds coming from within. He stopped to listen. He had no idea what they were doing, but it sounded nice. They made strange noises as they shifted around. There was one sound he liked over the others. It was a high pitch sound, almost a squeak. A musky odor reached his keen sense of smell and he liked that too. It made him feel strange. \n\nHis lingering was punished by a sharp pain in his groin. His penis was trapped behind his plastron and he couldn’t reach it. When he became aroused it pushed up trying to get out only to be met by solid shell. Mikey knew that Leo was the same, only Leo’s plastron was softer and opened up to let his out. \n\nMikey ran to his room and shut the door and laid on his mattress until the pain had passed. They were never going to let him grow up, he thought to himself. They only saw him as a helpless child. Even his room showed that. His tatami was still a child’s and his room was full of toys and games. He wanted to escape. If he ran away and made it on his own for a while that would show them. \n\nHe got up and dressed in his black Shinobi Shozoku and Tabi boots and filled his pockets with various items that he deemed to be useful. He snuck into the common room of the apartment that his family shared within the Foot headquarters. There was an open balcony that overlooked the city with a building not too far away. He could see the rooftop below.\n\nThrowing open the doors, Mikey judged the distance trying not to look too far down. If he misjudged he would fall to his death. He stepped back to get a running start, readied himself, sprinted forward and jumped.\n\n\nThe Jones family was large and run by Grandma Rose. She was sixteen when she met Albert Jones, a thirty year old crook. Nine months later she had their first boy and they married. She took charge and set Albert right. Thirteen boys and twenty years later they were running a high end escort service in New York City. By the time her thirtieth son was born her first was already a father of his own. The family kept growing from there. \n\nAs the years passed the business grew and branched out. Each of her sons, with the exception of one, contributed to the family in one way or another. Some had ‘respectable’ careers. A minister, a lawyer, a detective, two doctors, a contractor, an apartment owner, and a hotel owner, but they all still supported the family’s ‘sex’ trade. \n\nWhen Albert Sr. passed her son Tony took over the escort business. The remaining boys went to start their own businesses. A full nude strip club, an adult store, and a porn production studio, each barrowing employees from each other. They took care of the girls and boys under their employ. The two doctors made regular visits and they were held to the highest standards. No drugs, no unprotected sex, and they had to stay up on current events and their looks. These rules applied to the family as well. \n\nThey didn’t really sell sex, just the illusion of sex. Their porn was soft core, with no real penetration and if their employees chose to have sex with someone, it was their choice. The family skirted within the limits of the law and if they stepped out of line it was usually easy for their lawyer, Scott Jones to get them out of trouble. With the exception of Arnold, he fell in to gambling debt and was killed by the Purple Dragons, though they could never prove it. Sean Jones, the detective in the family, worked endlessly to try to take down the Dragons, but could never find anything on them. \n\nArnold had one son, Arnold Jr. aka Casey. He and his mother, Moira, were put up in the apartments run by Eric Jones, at no cost to them. As soon as he was old enough Casey started to work for his uncle Robert at the strip club as a bouncer and occasionally stripped on lady’s night when he needed extra money. \n\nMost of the Jones sons met their wives through either the escort services or the club and despite being in the trade of sex, never had affairs. There were now forty three grandchildren within the Jones family and twelve great grandchildren. The girls brought up in the family grew to be strong, independent, intelligent women, like their grandma Rose. \n\nThough liberal in their ways, they were also a religious group and the whole family would fill the church on Saturday nights and listen to Luke Jones give his sermons. \n\nThere was only one adopted member of the family, Raphael the five foot two talking turtle. Raph was strong, he had to be to keep up with the males in his family, and he knew how to fight. So, despite being only fifteen, he was hired to work as a bouncer at the club to help occupy his time. It worked out well for him. He liked to beat people up and it was so dark that no one really got a good look at him under all the clothes and ball cap. The employees at the club all knew about him and loved him. Some even had pity sex with him, though they would never admit it to anyone. His family would pester him about who he had been with, but he never told. \n\nRaph was closest to his cousin Casey and they both lived in the apartment building owned by their uncle Eric. Casey still lived with his mom, to keep her company, but Raph had talked him mom into letting him have a place of his own. A good deal of the family lived in the upscale apartments, mostly on the top floors. Casey and Raph would often go to the roof and drink beers. They leaned against the outside wall of the stairwell. \n\n“Grandma’s birthday’s coming up,” Casey said. “D’you remember to get her something?”\n\n“I ordered her a gift,” Raph answered. “It’ll be here in a few days.”\n\n“Are you working tomorrow night?” Casey asked before taking another drink.\n\n“Yeah, why?” Raph looked over at him. \n\n“I need extra money,” Casey blushed.\n\nRaph nearly spit out his beer. “Again!?” He looked Casey in the eyes, “You don’t have a gambling problem like your pops, do you?”\n\n“Nah,” Casey waved him off. “I don’t gamble, just spend too much and forgot about grandma’s birthday. I want to get her something nice.”\n\n“D’hear the boys are getting her a mother’s ring?” Raph smiled. “Custom made with thirteen different birthstones on it.” \n\n“Yeah, ma pitched in a little for it.”\n\n“Man, I don’t want to see your dick flapping on stage,” Raph changed the subject. \n\n“You’re just jealous ‘cause the customers would go running the second you got on stage,” Casey snorted. “The ones that did stay would only stare in shock at that strange dick of yours.” \n\n“You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m bigger,” Raph shot back.\n\n“I’d rather be small than a freak.”\n\n“Fuck you!” Raph laughed. “I’m going to get more beer.” Raph got up and stepped around the wall to open the door. He looked up to see a shadowed figure dropping down on him. He reached up and managed to catch whatever it was, more or less, absorbing the force of the impact with his arms and falling back onto his carapace with a grunt.\n\nWhen he opened his eyes he was looking up into the most beautiful pair of sapphire eyes he had ever seen and lost his breath. \n\n\n\nLeo walked with Donnie to their room, “Michelangelo’s taking the test again today,” Leo said. “Do you think father will finally let him advance?”\n\n“No,” Donnie answered flatly.\n\nThey entered their room shut the door and headed straight for their tatami. Donnie coaxed Leo back onto his carapace and slowly stripped him of his clothes. He then started to slide his finger down over the slit in his lower plastron. The muscles relaxed and Donnie slipped his finger inside eliciting a churr form Leo when the finger came into contact with the sensitive flesh. \n\nRemoving his finger Donnie replaced it with is tong while his finger relocated to Leo’s puckered entrance just below the base of his small tail. Leo moaned as his body quivered, looking down his eyes locked with Donnie’s. His erection slipped free of its pocket and into Donnie’s mouth and as he sucked he inserted his second finger inside of Leo. \n\n“Oh…, Donatello,” Leo gasped. “Please. I want you.”\n\nDonnie removed his fingers and prepped his own erection that came out just below his shorter plastron. He was on his knees between Leo’s legs. He pulled one leg up and draped it over his shoulder and moved the other down between his own, and then he pushed inside. \n\nLeo churred loudly grabbing hold of the blankets. Donnie’s hand came down and began to pump Leo in time with his thrusts. \n\n“Do you like your reward?” Donnie teased. \n\n“Mmm-hmm…,” was all Leo could respond. \n\nA sound at the door caused Donnie to stop, “Michelangelo was at the door again.”\n\n“Yeah? It’s locked. Don’t stop,” Leo gasped.\n\n“I feel sorry for him,” Donnie admitted as he resumed his movements. “Can’t imagine what it would be like to feel pain whenever I was aroused.”\n\n“Can… we… not… talk about… it… right now,” Leo groaned. \n\n“Sorry,” Donny mumbled. “Sometimes I just can’t shut my brain off.”\n\nLeo laughed but said nothing just basked in the pleasure his clan brother was giving him. Donnie increased his speed and Leo could feel that he was almost ready to finish. Leo’s body shook as he finished, unloading all over his plastron and Donnie’s hand and Donnie was soon to follow. \n\nThey snuggled up close and breathed in each other’s musk as they came down from their high. It wasn’t long before Leo felt himself start to drift off, but a knock at the door jolted him awake with his heart pounding. \n\n“Michelangelo has run away,” their father’s panicked voice came through the door. “You must go after him.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leonardo knelt before Master Nagi. His clan brother and lover Donatello knelt a few feet behind and to his left. They had been summoned along with six Foot ninja for a mission. They were all dressed in their black Shinobi Shozoku and Tabi boots. Each of their facemasks was pulled down to show their faces. To help further hide his green skin when it was up, Leonardo wore a blue band across his eyes and Donatello wore purple.

“You have shown great potential,” Nagi started. “Now it’s time to test it. You will be leading your first mission tonight.” Nagi picked up a small robot from a table beside him and held it up for all to see. “This thing, and many like it, has been stealing from some of our most prominent clients. I want you to figure out who is behind it, shut them down and retrieve the stolen goods, if at all possible.”

“Yes, Master,” Leonardo said bowing his head.

In the lab, Donatello studied the small robotic device. He had seen it before, but couldn’t remember where. He tried to settle his mind searching for the answer, but the fact that it was Leonardo’s first time as leader had his mind on overdrive.

“Well?” Leo asked standing close to Donnie.

“I’m trying to remember,” Donnie sighed. He turned the robot over in his hands several times. Leo leaned in close over Donnie’s shoulder to get a better look. The olive green turtle twisted his head so that he could plant a quick kiss on his leader’s lips.

“Donatello!” Leo said in shock.

“You were just so close that I couldn’t resist congratulating you on your first leadership role,” Donnie teased.

“Congratulate me if I succeed,” Leo responded.

“Oh you’ll get more than a kiss when you succeed,” Donnie flirted.

Leo simply cleared his throat.

That was the distraction Donnie needed. He remembered where he had seen the robot before. It was a few years back in one of the science journals. It was about a scientist who had created ‘the better mouse trap’ and called his invention Mousers. The problem was that the things would eat through walls to get at the mice or rats causing a great deal of damage. That and the robot was bloody in the way it dealt with the vermin. He was dismissed and never got further funding. He must have found a new source for his funding.

“Baxter Stockman,” Donnie finally said. “We need to find him.”

A search on their computer led them to an old bar that Stockman had bought a few years back. When they went inside they found it to be empty.

“Didn’t bars have hidden underground rooms during prohibition?” Donnie thought out loud. “He wouldn’t be sending those things out on the streets.” Donnie pointed down, “Underground.”

“Then let’s get underground,” Leo ordered.

They slipped outside and slid into the sewers. A woman’s scream echoed off the walls and Leo gave the silent order to investigate. The eight ninja ran through the sewers toward the sound. They came upon a dark haired woman being attacked by the mousers.

Leo pulled his katana and moved in for the attack. Donnie pulled out his retractable bow and pushed the button to extend it. Together the eight ninja easily dispatched the small robots.

Leo knelt down to examine the woman. “She’s hurt bad,” He looked up and pointed to one of his ninja. “Take her back to the compound and have our doctors help her. I’m sure Master Nagi will want to have a word with her if she survives.”

The Foot ninja bowed in response collected the woman and disappeared into the shadows. Leo led the rest into the opening the woman was attacked next to. They moved deeper inside keeping to the shadows. They hid so well, Donnie lost sight of them.

“More are broken,” yelled a man up ahead. “How?”

Donnie moved forward and the man finally came into view. Suddenly the man’s hand came up to his neck and he fell to the ground. Leo stepped out of the shadows a dart pipe in his hand.

“Get him and take him to the compound, Mako,” he ordered. “The rest of us will search the area for the stolen goods.”

One ninja collected Stockman and in a fireman carry took him out into the sewers. The remaining four shot forward to search the area. Donnie hung back to talk to Leo.

“I call that a success,” Donnie smiled though he wasn’t sure Leo could see it through the mask.

“I’m looking forward to my reward,” Leo replied before beginning his search.


Michelangelo stood in the center of a dark room. The only light was the one that was beaming down on him. He was ready. He had already taken this test twice and aced it, but his father denied him advancement in his training.

He sensed a movement and countered the attack. More followed and he managed to fight them off. Despite being sick as a baby and nearly dying, Michelangelo had managed to overcome his handicaps. He modified his style to compensate for the limited rotation in his left leg. He knew how to move his legs around his longer plastron without any problems. In fact his whole shell looked like it was too big for his body, but he adapted to it. And, the partial blindness and near deafness on his right side did not give any advantage to his opponents.

His illness stunted his growth so that, at fifteen, he was the size his brothers were when they were ten. Standing at only four foot six, he was strong, quick, and agile. Fueled with the desire to finally catch up to them, he pushed himself to be better.

When it was done, Michelangelo stood in the middle of the room panting. He waited for his father to step forward.

“You did well, Michelangelo,” Yoshi praised.

“Then I can advance to the next level?” Mikey asked full of hope.

Yoshi shook his head, “I don’t think you are ready.”

“But, I passed the test,” Mikey whined. “That’s not fair.”

“I’m sorry, but you are not ready,” Yoshi repeated.

“Please, father. I’m ready,” Mikey pleaded. “I want to go out on missions and finally get a weapon.”

“No,” Yoshi’s voice was stern. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Leonardo and Donatello go out all the time,” Mikey argued.

“They are at a higher level than you,” Yoshi responded.

“That’s because you won’t let me advance,” Mikey screamed. “Is it really because I’m not ready, or is it because you refuse to let me grow up?”

“Do not take that tone with me,” Yoshi scolded. “Go to your room.”

“You’re so mean,” Mikey yelled and ran out the door.

On his way to his room he passed the room Leo and Don shared. The door was shut, but he could hear sounds coming from within. He stopped to listen. He had no idea what they were doing, but it sounded nice. They made strange noises as they shifted around. There was one sound he liked over the others. It was a high pitch sound, almost a squeak. A musky odor reached his keen sense of smell and he liked that too. It made him feel strange.

His lingering was punished by a sharp pain in his groin. His penis was trapped behind his plastron and he couldn’t reach it. When he became aroused it pushed up trying to get out only to be met by solid shell. Mikey knew that Leo was the same, only Leo’s plastron was softer and opened up to let his out.

Mikey ran to his room and shut the door and laid on his mattress until the pain had passed. They were never going to let him grow up, he thought to himself. They only saw him as a helpless child. Even his room showed that. His tatami was still a child’s and his room was full of toys and games. He wanted to escape. If he ran away and made it on his own for a while that would show them.

He got up and dressed in his black Shinobi Shozoku and Tabi boots and filled his pockets with various items that he deemed to be useful. He snuck into the common room of the apartment that his family shared within the Foot headquarters. There was an open balcony that overlooked the city with a building not too far away. He could see the rooftop below.

Throwing open the doors, Mikey judged the distance trying not to look too far down. If he misjudged he would fall to his death. He stepped back to get a running start, readied himself, sprinted forward and jumped.


The Jones family was large and run by Grandma Rose. She was sixteen when she met Albert Jones, a thirty year old crook. Nine months later she had their first boy and they married. She took charge and set Albert right. Thirteen boys and twenty years later they were running a high end escort service in New York City. By the time her thirtieth son was born her first was already a father of his own. The family kept growing from there.

As the years passed the business grew and branched out. Each of her sons, with the exception of one, contributed to the family in one way or another. Some had ‘respectable’ careers. A minister, a lawyer, a detective, two doctors, a contractor, an apartment owner, and a hotel owner, but they all still supported the family’s ‘sex’ trade.

When Albert Sr. passed her son Tony took over the escort business. The remaining boys went to start their own businesses. A full nude strip club, an adult store, and a porn production studio, each barrowing employees from each other. They took care of the girls and boys under their employ. The two doctors made regular visits and they were held to the highest standards. No drugs, no unprotected sex, and they had to stay up on current events and their looks. These rules applied to the family as well.  

They didn’t really sell sex, just the illusion of sex. Their porn was soft core, with no real penetration and if their employees chose to have sex with someone, it was their choice. The family skirted within the limits of the law and if they stepped out of line it was usually easy for their lawyer, Scott Jones to get them out of trouble. With the exception of Arnold, he fell in to gambling debt and was killed by the Purple Dragons, though they could never prove it. Sean Jones, the detective in the family, worked endlessly to try to take down the Dragons, but could never find anything on them.  

Arnold had one son, Arnold Jr. aka Casey. He and his mother, Moira, were put up in the apartments run by Eric Jones, at no cost to them. As soon as he was old enough Casey started to work for his uncle Robert at the strip club as a bouncer and occasionally stripped on lady’s night when he needed extra money.  

Most of the Jones sons met their wives through either the escort services or the club and despite being in the trade of sex, never had affairs. There were now forty three grandchildren within the Jones family and twelve great grandchildren. The girls brought up in the family grew to be strong, independent, intelligent women, like their grandma Rose.

Though liberal in their ways, they were also a religious group and the whole family would fill the church on Saturday nights and listen to Luke Jones give his sermons.

There was only one adopted member of the family, Raphael the five foot two talking turtle. Raph was strong, he had to be to keep up with the males in his family, and he knew how to fight. So, despite being only fifteen, he was hired to work as a bouncer at the club to help occupy his time. It worked out well for him. He liked to beat people up and it was so dark that no one really got a good look at him under all the clothes and ball cap. The employees at the club all knew about him and loved him. Some even had pity sex with him, though they would never admit it to anyone. His family would pester him about who he had been with, but he never told.

Raph was closest to his cousin Casey and they both lived in the apartment building owned by their uncle Eric. Casey still lived with his mom, to keep her company, but Raph had talked him mom into letting him have a place of his own. A good deal of the family lived in the upscale apartments, mostly on the top floors. Casey and Raph would often go to the roof and drink beers. They leaned against the outside wall of the stairwell.

“Grandma’s birthday’s coming up,” Casey said. “D’you remember to get her something?”

“I ordered her a gift,” Raph answered. “It’ll be here in a few days.”

“Are you working tomorrow night?” Casey asked before taking another drink.

“Yeah, why?” Raph looked over at him.

“I need extra money,” Casey blushed.

Raph nearly spit out his beer. “Again!?” He looked Casey in the eyes, “You don’t have a gambling problem like your pops, do you?”

“Nah,” Casey waved him off. “I don’t gamble, just spend too much and forgot about grandma’s birthday. I want to get her something nice.”

“D’hear the boys are getting her a mother’s ring?” Raph smiled. “Custom made with thirteen different birthstones on it.”

“Yeah, ma pitched in a little for it.”

“Man, I don’t want to see your dick flapping on stage,” Raph changed the subject.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause the customers would go running the second you got on stage,” Casey snorted. “The ones that did stay would only stare in shock at that strange dick of yours.”

“You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m bigger,” Raph shot back.

“I’d rather be small than a freak.”

“Fuck you!” Raph laughed. “I’m going to get more beer.” Raph got up and stepped around the wall to open the door. He looked up to see a shadowed figure dropping down on him. He reached up and managed to catch whatever it was, more or less, absorbing the force of the impact with his arms and falling back onto his carapace with a grunt.

When he opened his eyes he was looking up into the most beautiful pair of sapphire eyes he had ever seen and lost his breath.



Leo walked with Donnie to their room, “Michelangelo’s taking the test again today,” Leo said. “Do you think father will finally let him advance?”

“No,” Donnie answered flatly.

They entered their room shut the door and headed straight for their tatami. Donnie coaxed Leo back onto his carapace and slowly stripped him of his clothes. He then started to slide his finger down over the slit in his lower plastron. The muscles relaxed and Donnie slipped his finger inside eliciting a churr form Leo when the finger came into contact with the sensitive flesh.

Removing his finger Donnie replaced it with is tong while his finger relocated to Leo’s puckered entrance just below the base of his small tail. Leo moaned as his body quivered, looking down his eyes locked with Donnie’s. His erection slipped free of its pocket and into Donnie’s mouth and as he sucked he inserted his second finger inside of Leo.

“Oh…, Donatello,” Leo gasped. “Please. I want you.”

Donnie removed his fingers and prepped his own erection that came out just below his shorter plastron. He was on his knees between Leo’s legs. He pulled one leg up and draped it over his shoulder and moved the other down between his own, and then he pushed inside.

Leo churred loudly grabbing hold of the blankets. Donnie’s hand came down and began to pump Leo in time with his thrusts.

“Do you like your reward?” Donnie teased.

“Mmm-hmm…,” was all Leo could respond.

A sound at the door caused Donnie to stop, “Michelangelo was at the door again.”

“Yeah? It’s locked. Don’t stop,” Leo gasped.

“I feel sorry for him,” Donnie admitted as he resumed his movements. “Can’t imagine what it would be like to feel pain whenever I was aroused.”

“Can… we… not… talk about… it… right now,” Leo groaned.

“Sorry,” Donny mumbled. “Sometimes I just can’t shut my brain off.”

Leo laughed but said nothing just basked in the pleasure his clan brother was giving him. Donnie increased his speed and Leo could feel that he was almost ready to finish. Leo’s body shook as he finished, unloading all over his plastron and Donnie’s hand and Donnie was soon to follow.

They snuggled up close and breathed in each other’s musk as they came down from their high. It wasn’t long before Leo felt himself start to drift off, but a knock at the door jolted him awake with his heart pounding.

“Michelangelo has run away,” their father’s panicked voice came through the door. “You must go after him.”
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