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Of Hearts and Shells: Turtle Doves	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                Chapter 1 – Entanglement
“WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!” Donnie shouted from the entrance to the lair, arms wide above him. April appeared behind him a moment later, a radiant smile gracing her features.
Reactions went up from Don’s brothers in various parts of the lair. Michelangelo let out an rapturous squeal and was on his feet in an instant, bounding over to the pair and hugging April ecstatically. Donnie was certain Mikey was already picking out names for their Apritello offspring.
Leo was, as always, calmer with his congratulation, but his warmth toward his brother and their closest friend radiated from his wider-than-usual grin, reflecting Donnie’s own face-splitting smile.
The rice-paper door of Splinter’s room slid open swiftly and the rat mutant emerged hurriedly. “Did I hear you correctly, Donatello?”
Don nodded to him fervently. “Otoo-san, you’re going to be ojii-san!” he announced, pulling April away from Mikey to present her before their master. The aging rat let out a barking laugh and embraced them both, first April, then his son.
“Indeed, this is a cause for great celebration!”
“Already on it, Sensei!” Mikey called, dialing his t-phone. “Yeah, I’m gonna need three extra-larges, double-everything…”
Splinter sighed and shook his head. “We all have our ways of celebrating,” he acknowledged with a chuckle, and after a brief conversation with the couple, bowed and retreated to his study once again.
Donnie expected at the least some ribbing or complaint of some sort from Raph, but his normally brash brother was more reticent than normal. In fact, though Raphael was leaning on one of the lair’s support pillars with his arms crossed in his usual swaggering posture, his expression read as lost and possibly even a bit fearful, staring at their human friend. Leaving April chatting with Leo, Don approached him. “Raph?”
“Oh… um… Congratulations, Donnie,” Raph mumbled guiltily.
Don nodded his thanks. “You all right?”
“Fine,” Raph lied, though his eyes still drifted back to April.
Donnie leaned against the pillar, facing away from his brother. “You’re worried it’s yours,” he deduced.
The red-masked turtle’s eyes flicked sideways to Donnie in mild surprise. After a moment of staring, Raph sighed and conceded. “Yeah.”
“Hmf,” Don grunted. “Typical.”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Raph snapped.
Donnie treated him to a mocking smirk. “It’s just like you to assume your sperm would beat mine out… that despite the hundred or so times I had sex with April, you’re the one to manage to get her knocked-up.”
Raph blinked, a bit stunned. Clearly, that had been the thread of what he had been thinking. He looked dubious. “It’s possible, though, isn’t it? I mean… we did it twice before you stormed in on us…”
Donnie snorted, not meeting his brother’s gaze. “D’you remember that evening? D’you remember that April and I were out having a picnic that night, and that we came home completely exhausted?” Raph was silent. Donnie knew he remembered, though he may not have realized that detail. “Raph, I had her seven times before she came after you. Seven. So unless you think you hit some magical window when you did her, or you think that I’m impotent—which I wouldn’t put past you—“
“Hey, c’mon, Donnie, don’t put words in my mouth!”
“—then there’s practically no chance it’s yours.”
Rapahel considered his brother’s words for a few moments, becoming suspicious. Donnie was usually more precise about numbers. “ ’Practically none’ isn’t ‘none,’ though, is it?”
Don let out an aggravated sigh. “If it was yours, Raph, what did you plan to do? Knock me out with your club and drag April off to your man-cave by her hair?” He managed to get a guffaw out of his brother with that one, but the humor went out of his brother as soon as it had appeared and the mask of concern reappeared.
“I just…” the red-banded turtle started, frustratedly, then cut himself off. “If I’m the father, I need to stand up and take responsibility… take care of her and the baby.”
“And, what, you think you can do that better than me too?” He smirked as Raph gave him another wide-eyed look. “I’ve got this. She’s not going to be one of those soap-opera single mothers, you know… she has me. I’ll take care of her, provide for her. Even if by some pale chance the kid was biologically yours, which isn’t something I’m going to delve into unless it’s really necessary, it’s not like that would make me reject it or treat it any differently than if it was mine… which it is, Mr. My-Sperm-Are-Better-Than-Your-Sperm.”
A fist came around the side of the pillar, smacking Donnie in the shoulder. He winced, rubbing the spot so it wouldn’t bruise. Clearly, Raph was feeling back in his element again. “Donnie… Thanks.”
He smiled. “Sure.”
Having exhausted her conversation with Leo, April headed toward the two turtles leaning against the pillar. “So, what’re you guys talking about over here all quiet-like?”
“Oh, Raph’s just going on about how he’s going to steal you and the baby away from me. I guess he wants a little family for him—“ He dodged a second blow as Raph’s fist came around the side of the pillar again. “—self!”
Raph let out a low growl. “Donnie!”
“…especially since I’m so much more virulent than him!” He was tempting fate, taunting his brother, but his excitement had made him a bit punch drunk. He danced out of the path of another of Raph’s swings. “Whoo-ha-ha!”
Raph pounded a fist into his hand. “April, congratulations… ‘scuse me while I knock some humility into your baby’s daddy…” With that, he lunged at Donnie, chasing him across the lair with a yell.
April gave an appreciative chuckle as Raph tackled his brother and delivered a series of punches. Don did his best to block, used to this treatment from years of experience, but still emitting the occasional “Ow!”
“Don’t rough him up too bad, Raph… I wanted Donnie to come with me to tell my dad tonight.”
“Hah-wha?” Donnie’s head came up, promptly receiving a blow to the side. He caught Raph’s next punch and held it, focus on April. Raph eased off his roughhousing, seeing the shocked look on Don’s face. “You haven’t told your father yet?”
She gave an awkward shrug. “I was waiting to see how you’d react first, to see what I’d need to do afterward…”
Donnie picked himself up off the floor, hurrying to her side, concern etched on his face. “Did you tell anyone before me?”
She shook her head slightly. “I tried to tell Casey, but… I just couldn’t…”
“And you broke down crying.” April gave him a nod with an odd inquiring expression. “He told me,” Don explained.
“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?!” she asked mock-indignantly. “I didn’t know I had a stalker!”
He led her back to the entryway steps and sat down with her. “Nothing like that… I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”
“I wasn’t,” she admitted softly.
He sighed and wrapped her in his arms. “I should have been there for you. If I wasn’t such a coward, I would have been.”
“Donnie…” April chastised warmly, “I know you’re no coward.”
“Oh yeah? Well…” He connected to her mind, sending an image of himself transferring the food she had left for him to a different plate, rewrapping the foil so it looked like he hadn’t deigned touch it, and putting the empty dish back in the refrigerator.
April swatted his shoulder. “You horrible sneak!” she laughed, then sobered as she picked up on some of his related feelings: how much it had scared him to lose control of his body to the force of her driving lust, the horror that it nearly used him to rape her, the disgust of being defiled and used in such a way, the terror that he would be used to hurt her… He was justified in his avoidance of her, she realized. And then, shame: shame at his failure to recognize the problem, at being taken advantage of, at being used as a sex toy, in telling his brothers about the encounter, at being too afraid to so much as talk to her, ashamed of… being ashamed? Yes… part of him was embarrassed at having had these feelings. Tears sprung into her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. No wonder he had sent her away! She’d been the source of so much pain to him… Donnie, I’m so sorry! she repeated.
A feeling of love and warmth blanketed her from him. It’s all right… it’s all over now, he comforted, wiping the damp trails on her cheeks away with his thumb. We’re together again, like we should be, and I’ll never leave you. Besides, he added, placing a three-fingered hand just below her ribcage, where a tiny life was growing within her, some good came out of all this.
I love you, she sent, leaning in to gently capture his beak with her lips.
I know, Beautiful, he replied. I love you too!
The pair spent several minutes just kissing, their wonderful, warm emotions swirling around them as they reveled in each other’s presence: something that they had not experienced in weeks. They would have stayed there longer, lost in one another, had Mikey not arrived with a shout of, “Pizza’s here!” right behind them. April dodged as she was nearly stampeded by Leo and Raph, who were drawn as if magnetized at Mikey’s summons. Donnie stood and helped her to her feet, ushering her in front of him to grab a few slices before obtaining some for himself.
She mindfully checked her watch. “It’s getting late… maybe we ought to take this to go,” she mentioned to her turtle companion.
“You’re not staying?” Mikey asked, pouting. “But… it’s movie night!”
“Sorry, Mikey… we’ve got something important to take care of tonight,” Donnie informed his brother. “We’ll have to take a rain-check.”
The younger turtle wilted slightly. “Aww. All right…”
“Next time,” April assured him. “We’ll do a double-feature to make up for it.”
Mikey brightened. “I know just what we can watch! Night of the Crawlers 1 and 2!”
April chuckled. “Sounds great. See you!” Donnie put his arm around her shoulder and the two of them walked out, munching their pizza.
“I’ve known him my whole life, and still, I think you know how to handle Mikey better than I do…” Donnie mused, then glanced over at April. “You’re not picking the peppers and olives off?”
“Mmmh,” she answered with a nod as she swallowed. “Normally, I really hate them, but now, for some reason, they just smell delicious…”
Donnie laughed and hugged her close as they walked. “My beautiful pregnant angel is having cravings!”
April gave him a sidelong look. “You had better not be this enthusiastic about me having morning sickness, or I may have to kill you.”
He grinned widely at her. “I’ll try not to.”
April entered her building at ground level while Donatello silently dropped down to her fire escape from the rooftop, where she let him in moments later. He noted the distraught look on her features, and how she fidgeted. Her nervousness reached him through their link. He tried to send soothing vibes to her.
I really don’t know how he’s going to react to this… She fussed with her hair. How do I look?
Donnie put his hands on her shoulders. Absolutely radiant.
She rolled her eyes at him. You’re biased. She checked herself over, using his eyes to see herself through their link.
Yes, I am, he admitted.
She giggled, then sighed. “Well, this is it…” Taking his hands from her shoulders, she led him over to the sofa.
As the two of them sat on the couch, Kirby O’Neil emerged from the kitchen, having just poured himself a large glass of soda. “Well, good evening, you two! Only Donatello tonight, or are the others here and doing their ninja thing?” he laughed good-naturedly, joining them on the couch.
“No, it’s just the two of us,” April responded, reaching behind her to take one of Donnie’s hands, searching for support. “Dad... we have something we need to tell you…”
“Oh?” Kirby asked in a knowing manner, swirling the ice in his drink. “Is it going to keep me from watching Late Night?”
“Maybe…” April fretted.
“If it’s that you’re in love,” he chuckled, “I’m already well aware.”
She winced. “No, that’s not it…” She paused, bracing herself. “Dad, I’m pregnant.”
Though Kirby had thought he was prepared for their announcement, this wasn’t the one he was prepared for. His glass slipped out of his shocked hand and bounced off the cushion of the couch, landing in April’s lap. She stood at once with a gasp, shedding ice cubes and dripping soda. “Dad!” she chastised.
“Sorry, Honey…” her father apologized, now the one fretting instead of his daughter as he scrambled for a roll of paper towels and a can of rug cleaner.
April threw her hands up. “Now I’m gonna have to go get all cleaned up!”
“We’ve got this, you go…” Donnie waved her off, disconnecting from her mind as he took a handful of paper towels from Kirby and started sponging cola off the couch. She shot him a grin over her shoulder as she left the room.
With the soda spill cleaned up, and April taking a shower to wash the stickiness off of her, Donnie found himself sitting awkwardly across the couch from April’s father, who was giving him a steady glower in the uncomfortable silence. When he thought Donnie had sweated it out long enough silently, Kirby finally asked, “How did this happen?”
Donnie’s nervous brain immediately dove for its comfort zone. “Well, when a spermatophyte enters a female’s ovum, the zygote that forms attaches itself to the placental wall—and this is not at all what you meant…” he halted, more unnerved than ever.
The intensity of Kirby’s glare only increased. “What were your sperm doing anywhere near my daughter’s ova?!”
“Well I… She was… um…” He fidgeted, tapping his fingers together. “Oh, come on! She was a turtle! Possibly the only female mutant turtle in the world—an absolutely gorgeous female turtle whom I was already deeply, deeply in love with! How was I supposed to resist that?!” he blurted, his frustration tinged with a bit of temper.
Kirby snapped back, ”She’s barely seventeen! She’s still in school! Honestly, Donatello, I had taken you as being more responsible than this…”
Donatello looked as though he had been physically struck. His level of responsibility within the lair rivaled Leo’s, possibly even exceeding it in the broad scope of his duties. He was in charge of maintenance of the lair and vehicles, taking care of the family’s medical needs, creation of retro-mutagen for first Kirby, then April, and now their friend Frito, and soon, other friends and victims of mutation… even their enemies; his responsibility extended to them too. It fell on him to invent and patch together all sorts of electronics to help them in their daily lives, from the T-phone network to the mutagen tracker to the tech on board the Shellraiser. He took care of all their research and developed an algorithm to decrypt whatever came through the Kraang communication orb. For April’s father to accuse him of being irresponsible rankled him.
Kirby fired off another pot-shot at him. “You couldn’t have at least used protection?”
Donnie rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, because I can just saunter into any mini-mart in the city and purchase a condom the length of my arm!”
Kirby shook his head as though he didn’t want to think about the turtle biology implied in that statement and ploughed forward. “I’d like to say I know you well enough that you could have developed some sort of contraceptive...”
Donatello looked flabbergasted. “Was I supposed to make a turtle birth control pill before or after April’s retro-mutagen, Kirby?” he snapped, reminding April’s father where the priorities lay.
The man dropped his head onto his balled fists, as frustrated with this conversation as Don himself was. He let out a quavering sigh and looked Donnie in the eyes, now a bit calmer. “I’m just worried for her. It’s bad enough that she’ll carry the stigma of teen pregnancy through her last year of high school, but she may lose her chance to go to college, or find a good job… And the expenses… Neonatal care costs so much, I’m afraid we’ll have to dig into April’s college fund to take care of everything. Plus all the trappings: the crib, clothes, diapers, carriers, toys… I don’t know that I can afford to feed another mouth on my salary…”
Money, that’s what half of it came down to. Donnie chuckled, staring into space for a moment. “Could it be that simple?” Kirby shifted his gaze to the turtle querulously. “All I really need to do is get a job,” he stated optimistically.
“Pardon me, Donatello, but you don’t seem like your typical suit-and-tie commuter…”
He shook his head. “Wouldn’t have to be. You’re thinking in terms of your generation, where everything is brick and mortar buildings and driving through rush-hour traffic to work, whereas I can work from the lair, or here, or wherever I want—relatively speaking. I’d never have to be seen… doing programming on commission, web-design, tech support… who knows what?”
“You would be able to do that? You’d be willing to?”
The blissful grin returned to Donnie’s face. “For my Darling Blossom and our baby, anything!”
Satisfied with this solution and unable to remain dour in the face of such a bright smile, the man at last gave in and allowed Donatello a lopsided smile in return. “You remind me of myself when I was asking April’s grandfather permission to marry her mother…”
The idea seemed to smack Donnie upside the head from out in left field. Why hadn’t he thought of that? “Proposing…” His jaw went slack. Kirby didn’t seem to notice, continuing his ramble.
“Took three times before he said yes. Wouldn’t have his daughter marrying some long-haired miscreant. I finally made the sacrifice to cut it back. Funny thing, though, there was less and less left from that point on…” he said, running a hand over his bald pate.
“Kirby,” Donnie asked, his mouth suddenly going very dry, “would I have permission to marry April? I know it’s a lot to ask, me being a mutant and all…”
Kirby gave him an even gaze that wasn’t quite the glare he’d held on Donnie before, but Don’s stomach lurched as the psychologist shook his head. “It’s not my permission you need, but hers.” When Donnie gave him an astonished, recovering look, he added, “Women’s Lib Movement. Granted, a mutant turtle wouldn’t have been my first choice for my daughter to marry, but at least it would be a step above having that obnoxious Jones boy as my son-in-law…”
Donnie snickered, thinking about how April’s time as a turtle had solidly knocked his rival out of the running for her affections, and how Casey certainly would have balked at such a subject as April being pregnant. Still, the boy’s heart was in the right place… had Donnie not been there, and Raph not willing to step up, Donatello had no doubt Casey would have been there for her.
Had it come to that, really, Donnie had to admit, April could have done much worse than Casey Jones. Still, he was immensely glad that April’s accidental mutation had skewed so much in his own favor. They’d become nigh inseparable.
April appeared from her bedroom, dressed in lavender and pale yellow pajamas. “How’s it going?” she asked Donnie. “Did you manage to bring Dad around on how awesome it’s going to be to have a grandchild yet?”
“Well, we haven’t gotten that far yet, but I think he’s starting to come around…” the turtle smirked.
Kirby stood, opening his arms for his daughter to run into. “Well, after the initial shock, and your beau allaying some of my fears, I’m actually thrilled about it! Congratulations, Bug.”
April beamed up to him. “Thanks, Daddy,” she said, hugging him tight.
“But now, it looks like Donatello has something he’d like to say to you,” Kirby smiled down on her.
She turned, curiously and met Donnie’s eyes. Their synergy surged to life, and she gasped at the thoughts awaiting her. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Donnie had his answer before he dropped to one knee before her, of course, but he did so for show and for Kirby’s benefit. “April, will—“
“Yes!” she squeaked, diving into his embrace and showering him with love in their connection and kisses in the physical plane.
Kirby chuckled. “I believe that’s my cue to head to bed. Good night, you two lovebirds.”
“Goodnight, Kirby,” the pair said concurrently, earning a strange look from April’s father.
April waved him off. “I’ll explain later, Dad.”
Kirby nodded amenably and left the room. “Don’t stay up too late, you two.”
He didn’t receive a response this time; the synergists’ lips locked together as firmly as their minds.
Donnie’s hand wandered up April’s side, sliding easily over her satin pajamas. She sighed under his touch as she laid a hand on his cheek, the passion she’d withheld for weeks pouring forth in her kisses. I’ve missed you so much! she moaned softly through their link.
And I missed you… He had to admit, though his fear and mental anguish had held him back, it had killed part of him to have to stay away from her. Surprisingly, it was just little details that he’d missed the most: the way she casually brushed his hand with hers when they passed each other, the smell of her hair after they’d been sparring, the contented little noises she made when he massaged her shoulders, the touch of her lips to his skin, the warmth she exuded after sex, tracing the pattern of her shell with his fingers…
It struck them both that certain levels of intimacy that they’d enjoyed were, once again, no longer available to them as different species. Their incompatibility had, in fact, been the underlying reason for their earlier breakup… but now, with the realization that they couldn’t live without one another, they found themselves having to explore other methods.
Their previous relationship had only really come to kissing and some light, affectionate touching… when she had been a turtle, they’d been much more bold, their anatomy made for each other. But now that Donnie had April in his arms as a lover in human form, he was hesitant… He couldn’t treat her like she was made of porcelain—nor would she put up with such careful treatment—but he didn’t dare be too rough with his shell-less companion. He started to freeze up in the fear of doing something wrong and hurting her.
She picked up on his trepidation and rolled her eyes impatiently. Don’t be ridiculous, Donnie… you’re not going to hurt me! She hesitated as well, then shoved the thought aside. He smiled, seeing that her inhibitions were back in place, as they should be, though she was forcing them under. Here… Touch me… She turned, leaning her back against his plastron, and interlaced her fingers with his, guiding his hands. The satin of her pajamas made the barest whisper as his hands slipped across the slick material covering her breasts. She glided his open palms across them, then curled his fingers around the petite mounds of flesh, showing him how much pressure to exert on them.
He was captivated. He kneaded the supple flesh, feeling her body respond to his touch both through their link and beneath his hands as her nipples hardened. She sighed against his neck at the stimulus and unfastened the top two buttons of her shirt, allowing him further access. He took immediate advantage of this new opportunity, reaching across her chest to grasp the bare breast presented to him, tweaking and rolling her nipple with his broad fingers. Was this what had been trapped beneath those pert little extensions in her plastron? He’d been missing out!
A warm wave of longing crashed over him from her. He moved his other hand down her side and across her thigh, giving it a light squeeze on its way to its intended destination. He pulled the tie of her pants out of its bow and inserted his hand, and was surprised to find another layer of fabric impeding him. Humans and their clothing… he didn’t understand it.
She chuckled at his frustration. If we’re going to do this, she suggested, we should probably move to the bedroom, so Dad doesn’t happen to walk in on us.
He’s probably had enough shock for one day, Donnie smirked in agreement, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to her room. You haven’t told him very much, have you?
The less he knows, the less he’ll freak out about, she replied dryly. Ninjas, mutants, aliens, psychic connections… it’s really not his thing.
I suppose we’re not exactly normative, are we? he chuckled as he laid her out on her bed. Now then, to get rid of some of this excess fabric…, another part of his mind directed. Placing himself at the foot of her bed, he seized the ankles of her pajama bottoms and tugged at them alternately until he pulled them free, leaving him a clear view of a triangle of yellow, which tried and failed to hide the bush of red hair beneath it: the underwear that had foiled him moments before. That, he would deal with in a minute. For now, there was entirely too much material still obscuring his full view of his lover—his fiancée now, he reminded himself gleefully—and that just had to go. Buttons weren’t something he had to deal with on a day-to-day basis, but Donnie’s deft fingers managed them in short order, and April sat forward to allow him to pull her top off by the sleeves.
He spared a glance at her as she lay back again, marveling at the rosy aureolae laid bare before him, but he wanted the full picture, and there were still those pesky panties in the way. He hovered over her thighs, eyeing the little bikini bottom with intent. Crouching further down, he caught the scent of her heady feminine musk. It was slightly different than he recalled—the turtle pheromones were, of course, gone—but her human scent was still likewise intoxicating. Even without their mental link, he knew the play was exciting her, her body readying itself for something it wasn’t aware it wouldn’t receive. Come to think of it, so was his; he felt the release of the muscles that kept his member in check, his massive phallus dropping below his shell and beginning to harden.
He didn’t have time for it, at the moment. He was nearing completion of his goal of fully undressing April, and no distraction was going to keep him from it. He gave her wet little mound a nudge with his beak, eliciting a gasp from her then clamped his teeth on the front panel of her underwear and tugged it downward until it fell from her feet.
At long last, he stood, eyes drinking in her naked form. The diaphanous light from the city, their only light source, shone in on her from the room’s single window, accentuating the paleness of her skin and sheening on her loose red hair. She could have been carved of marble, a moving statue as she sat up on her elbows and turned her hips so he had a view of the firm roundness of one ivory buttock. D’you like what you see, Hamato Donatello? April teased with lust-lidded eyes.
“April… You’re a goddess!” he said aloud, awestruck. “…So absolutely beautiful…”
He could have stared at her for hours, but as if to remind him that it too wanted in on the action, his cock gave an insistent throb. Noticing her partner’s increasing need for release, April beckoned him to her and sat up on her knees, spreading her legs apart to accommodate him. Let’s take care of you first… He stepped up to her, shuddering when her slender fingers played over the sensitive skin of his swollen dick, guiding him up against her waiting slit. He pushed himself upward against her, unable to enter her, but instead sliding against her wet heat. She reached below to pull his shaft tighter against her and provide him a bit more friction. He rocked his hips forward, pleased to feel that she was also receiving some pleasure from the motion. He pulled back, savoring the feel of her hot flesh against his and her hand on his hardness, then plunged forward again, seeking to establish a rhythm with his thrusts.
His hands roved over her sides, down to her smooth buttocks and back upward to cup her breasts. He wondered at how soft every part of her felt, particularly the parts that her shell had denied him access to. But though her body was fascinating, it was another part of her that he truly yearned for… He moved a hand up the back of her neck, her hair gliding off his fingers as he reached to cradle her head. She gazed into his eyes as he sought hers. Oh, April… The mere contact with the windows to her soul had him breathing heavier, and he ground his hips against hers.
My Donnie… she thought in return, and the touch of her love nearly sent him over the edge.
You… he gasped as his cock bucked before he could even fully pull the thought together. …You said yes! He exploded, unable to hold back any further at the thought that she loved and wanted him; he was accepted, truly loved by this incredible woman, had found happiness in a world that had insisted such things were not meant for his kind. He let out a shout of triumph as he released his load into the sheet April expediently whisked over the end of his dick.
She regarded him with lust-laden eyes as he withdrew from between her legs. You think I could have possibly told you no? she smiled as he lay her gently back on the bed. Especially after tonight… A somber look crossed her features. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said you never wanted to see me again. I don’t think I could bear it….
You’re strong, Don replied, crawling up onto the mattress and then pulling her to him. I know you would have found a way to get along without me if you had to.
Maybe. I wouldn’t have wanted to.
He nuzzled her neck as he reached a hand over her belly, twining his fingers in the fiery orange muff above her slit. And you don’t have to. I love you. I love that you’re pregnant. I love that we made a baby, and I love that I can provide for you and take care of you. I love that I can be useful to you… His finger slipped down into her wet crevice to begin stroking her clitoris. ...Maybe in more ways than one…
She began mewling softly as he fondled her, the sensations from her body coursing through him by extension. She arched her neck upward, locking lips with him as he bent to meet her. Donnie… her mind whispered, tone full of adulation and craving for more of him. Her tongue sought inside his mouth for his, and at the same time, he slid his finger into her, tracing the boundaries of this new playground. A moan escaped her as he swirled his finger around her entrance, then forced it as deep into her as he could. Her body clenched against him, her mouth dropping open in ecstasy as he truly realized the disparity in their physiology: he was nearly filling her tight little cunny with one finger; his telephone pole of a dick would never fit inside her, not even so much as the tip. They could never have sex again…
April’s body didn’t seem to care. She let out a high, breathy gasp, shaking as he worked his finger in and out of her. With his free hand, he reached around to knead her breast. It sent another thrill of pleasure through them both. Her thoughts directed him to an especially good spot within her, and he complied, stroking it gently at first, then with more fervor as she responded. “Oh god!” she shrieked, trying to keep her voice confined to a whisper. “Oh god, Donnie! Oh god!!” Her voice went up another octave as she emitted another shrill, whispered scream. The pleasurable spasm of her orgasm rocked through them in bursts, April collapsing onto her stomach as he drew his finger out of her. She drew the blanket toward her as an effervescent tingle filled her. Donnie drew his legs up to spoon with hers, basking in the endorphin rush and the heat that rolled off of her.
As she headed toward sleep, he gave her a few mental caresses and closed off their connection, kissing her cheek. “Goodnight, Sweetheart,” he whispered, slipping away from her curled form and draping the blanket over her bare body.
She roused slightly, no longer feeling him against her or in her mind. “Donnie?” She reached a hand out to him from under the blanket.
“Hmm?” he responded, ready to tiptoe out of the room. “You sleep… I’ll let myself out.”
She shook her head. “Stay? I’ve missed sleeping with you.”
He gave her a little snort. “Your bed’s too small… My shell will take up the whole thing.”
She gave him a languid smile. “You fit just fine a minute ago. You can lean your shell up against the wall.”
He sighed, returning her smile, knowing he could never deny her anything. “All right, you win.” He pulled his phone from his belt, texting Leo that he would be spending the night at April’s and would be back for breakfast, then set its alarm for 5:00. It was earlier than he would have liked, but it would give him ample time to sneak home undetected under darkness, before the majority of the city residents started their day. He unbuckled his pads and harness and placed them in a neat pile at the foot of the bed before crawling back under the blankets to snuggle with her.
She rolled over to plant a series of kisses on his beak. “I love you so much, Donnie.”
He nuzzled her and kissed her in return. “I love you so much, too, my beautiful April...” Draping an arm over her, he drifted off to sleep.
The knife gleamed in the dim light of the back alley, and the hand holding it struck swiftly downward, severing its target. “And that, gentlemen, is how you disarm a security system,” the gang leader demonstrated, tucking the short blade back into his waistband as he bent the wires away from the system’s contact points.
“Nice, Fong!” one of the two men behind the leader approved.
Fong nodded sideways for Tsoi and Sid to enter the antique shop. “Anything that’ll fetch a price, but nothing too big, got it?” he instructed his associates.
“Ain’t you coming in?” Tsoi checked as Fong himself made no move to enter the shop.
Fong waved him off in a small gesture. “Somebody’s gotta keep a lookout for those turtle freaks.” Mostly to himself, he added, “Those fuckers always show up at the worst possible times…”
Inside the shop, Tsoi broke into and cleaned out a display of costume jewelry while Sid picked through the shelves. “Hey…” Sid grinned, holding a long-nosed Carnival mask to his face. “How ‘bout this?”
Tsoi gave him a weary glare and sighed heavily. “Put that down, that ain’t worth nothin’.”
Sid looked skeptical. “Price tag says otherwise. You’d be surprised how much.”
“It’s just gonna get crushed. Pitch it and grab those candlesticks instead…”
Back in the alley, Fong scanned the rooftops and fire escapes. “I’m ’a see you coming this time, green freaks…” A breathy snort from behind him told him that he’d been looking in the wrong direction. He whirled and backed up a few careful, terrified steps, looking up and up at the mutant before him. He fumbled for the knife in his belt, jaw frozen open.
“No loitering,” its deep, gravelly voice rumbled at him.
There was a cut-off yelp and the smack of a body being slammed against a wall. Tsoi looked up from his pillaging. “Fong?” He stepped outside the shop. “Fong?” A second thwack followed the first. Then, silence.
The sudden absolute quiet sent a shiver up Sid’s neck. For a moment, he remained stock-still. “Guys? Where’d you go?” Abandoning his loot sack, he dashed outside, looking this way and that for his friends. “Tsoi? Fong? Where are you guys?”   There wasn’t a trace of them. “Fong! Tsoi!” he called again, more urgently, but only the ambient city noise answered him.
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