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Of Hearts and Shells: 50 Shades of Green	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Needing some privacy after the whole event, Donnie found himself sitting on an empty subway platform outside the lair. He felt... well, conflicted was the best word for it. He felt like he'd failed to protect April from getting mutated, but excited at the prospect that now they had a chance to be together... but then, would she go for it? Surely, she just wanted to go back to being human as soon as possible... which of the recent mutations wouldn't? He had managed to make retro-mutagen that cured Kirby O'Neil, but it had taken him months and a lot of mutagen... normal mutagen, if you could call it that, mutagen that April was immune to, thanks to her Kraang blood. This mutagen had altered when the lightning made contact with it—a mutant mutagen. He'd managed to salvage very little of the pinkish substance to experiment with, and it might take ages for him to reproduce the ionic alignment the lightning had endowed it with... if he could even make that happen... That could mean April would be trapped in a foreign body for weeks, months...
He didn't want to think the word 'years.' He couldn't allow her to be stuck down here that long. The pressure was on... the clock was ticking.
April came out of the lair to sit by him, still wobbling a little with each step. "Hi," she said simply.
"Hi," he repeated, a bit stunned as she immediately leaned against him. Evidently, some of what he had been thinking hadn't escaped her either.
"So..." she started, "This is awkward..." She fidgeted.
"Yeah, I know... break up due to incompatibility issues, then suddenly, boom, we're compatible." He hadn't meant to sound bitter saying it, but Donatello realized it had come out that way. “Ironic, huh?”
April looked away. "I'm sorry, Donnie... I never thought we'd have a snowball's chance in Hell... I didn’t want to drag things out and make them worse. And now two weeks later, fate goes and proves me wrong and Hitler starts handing out the ice skates."
He put an arm around her side, amazed again at how perfectly shaped her shell was for this. "You couldn't have known. And you were right, we were just setting ourselves up for a bad situation. And I will get you back to normal. I promise. Though how..." He drifted back to trying to suss out an answer, but the light pressure of April leaning against him recaptured his attention."
"In the meantime, do you think..." She looked up at him hopefully.
"...we could be back together?" he finished for her, and she grinned. "I'd like that a lot." He pulled her closer. "You do look incredible as a turtle, you know."
She snorted. "I suppose it could've been a lot worse, couldn't it?"
"You're the most beautiful mutant I've ever seen," he said, stroking he hair. “But then.. I guess you always were…”
April chuckled. "You're biased. But I'll take the compliment anyway." She leaned in and bumped her beak against his, then looked a bit abashed. "Uh, oops... still figuring this out,” she apologized. "Kissing isn't going to work like this..."
Donnie's heart soared just at the fact she wanted to kiss him. "We'll figure it out, or we'll make it up as we go along," he told her. "For instance..." He pressed his beak against hers, forcing both upward until their mouths made contact, then nipped at her with his lower lip. After a moment of surprise, she returned his nibbling. With some twisting and turning, they eventually even managed some suction between them.
After a while, she pulled back, searching for air. She gave a contented sigh and nuzzled his neck. "I could get used to this... though, this whole new body needs some getting used to... Maybe you could help me with that?"
"Like what?" He feigned innocence, but his mind was already zooming to places he knew were completely inappropriate and he could feel a blush rising in his cheeks.
He wasn’t the only one, though. April was also turning a bit pink through her dusky emerald skin. In a bold move, much more bold than he expected of her, she took hold of his wrists and pulled them toward her so that his hands pressed against the subtly arced breastplating of her plastron. He would have gasped had his lungs not completely abandoned him at that moment. Embarrassed, he tried to draw back, but she held his hands fast. “No,” she said firmly. “I need to know how everything feels.”
Donatello gulped, finding his mouth dry. He didn’t think he could move, but that was okay because April started moving his hands for him, downward, across the scutes of her torso. Eventually she let go, his hands continuing down the front of her of their own volition now. She breathed out contentedly as he reached the bottom of her shell and traced his fingers over her thigh, and then—no, he didn’t dare go there yet! Instead, he followed the exposed skin up along her sides to the bridging of her odd figure-8-shaped shell. She shuddered under his touch. He continued his way up and over her bare shoulder, bringing them closer together. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her jaw hung slack. He seized the opportunity and dove in for another kiss, capturing her mouth with his. She posed no objection, relinquishing her entire self to him.
When they broke apart again, he continued caressing her, now with greater confidence and zeal. He nuzzled his beak into her neck—God, she smelled amazing! More so than when she had been human, he thought. He bent further and nibbled the point where her neck met her shoulder, enjoying now not only the smell of her, but the taste as well. The combination of female human and turtle pheromones, he found himself thinking, perfectly blended for the attraction of—
His brain stopped as the feeling of her fingers ranging along his sides whipped all thought away. She pressed against him, hands moving backward across his shoulders, and—“Whoo…Oh, man…” he breathed, trying to clear his head and recover from the sudden, intense thrill of pleasure that April’s touch had caused him.
She looked up to him with a smirk. “I’m betting that’s not a place that gets touched very often.”
“No, never…” he replied to her, somewhat awed, as she resumed stroking the tender skin where his back joined to his shell. It was a place that he himself couldn’t even reach. The new sensation was incredible, sending a wave of pleasure to all parts of his body as it was touched… His eyes rolled back and he groaned involuntarily. Something in his nether-regions loosened, but he paid it little mind until April pulled back and snickered, “My, that’s… formidable.”
Donnie felt all the color drain from his face out of embarrassment. His member had unfurled itself from its place under his shell and was now waving and pulsing before him, a two-foot, dark purple behemoth. He chuckled uncomfortably. “Well, it is meant to reach under the shell of another turtle…”
“How convenient, then, that we have another turtle for it to reach under!” she coyly purred, stroking its length.
He leaned his shell back against the wall of the station with a hand over his eyes, still torn between shyness and arousal. He had nearly gotten up the gumption to tell her to stop when another kind of ecstasy rocked through him. “Jesus Fuck, April!” he panted, looking up to confirm that, yes, she was in fact on her hands and knees, sucking on the end of that formidable dick. His mind wasn’t even working properly anymore; all the blood powering it had gone south. He reached to gently push her away and only managed to pull her hair loose of its band. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders and hung like a curtain over her face, silken smooth as it slid off his fingers. There was no use resisting at this point. The pressure in his phallus reached a point where he thought he might burst, but just then, she released him, a string of saliva clinging from his penis to her lip. She wiped it away as he looked up incredulously. “You’re stopping now??” he queried mournfully, voice full of unmet expectation.
“Of course,” she replied casually. “I still need you hard for this part…” She repositioned herself above him, aiming the massive shaft at the entrance of her cloaca.
Donnie finally found his voice. “April, don’t!” he cried. “I don’t want it to hurt you!”
She gazed lovingly down on him. “I have to know this body… I have to know the inside as well. I need you to do this for me, and I want to do it for you. Besides,” she added, “you can’t hurt me… now that we’ve got parts that are made to fit together. Help me.”
Not waiting for any objections, she slid down onto him, warm wetness engulfing his member inch by inch. He lost coherency again, lost the thought that this was not the demure girl he knew, only managing a few random syllables as pleasure hit him. “Ha ma na ji bu ya ka sha wa hah…”
She managed three-quarters of his length before stopping. Using his shoulders to support herself, she worked her way up and down him, each time with a petite little moan. But she moved achingly slowly… He couldn’t take it any longer. With a swift maneuver, he shoved her back on her shell. She gave out a shriek, a mix of shock and painful pleasure as he plunged deep and hard into her. Now with the correct leverage and with a grip on her carapace, he forced himself into her moist, tight cloaca time and time again, rocking her back on her shell with each thrust. April yelped with each beat, every shriek gaining in pitch. She was very near climaxing, but… Let’s see what this does to you…, he thought. Shifting his balance point to her shoulders as she had done, he began stroking the sensitive skin under her shell as he moved within her.
The effect on her was electric: she bucked and arched against him with a pleasured scream, followed by several more. He was very nearly at his limit as well, and with the extra encouragement of her screams of, “Oh, Donnie! Oh, Donnie!!”, he blossomed within her. It took several shots to empty his massive cock, but, having done its job, it pulled out and was now rapidly shrinking down and retracting beneath his shell.
April turned over and collapsed along the concrete of the platform, panting heavily, looking satiated. “Ohhh, Donnie,” she repeated, now just a sigh instead of a scream. He stretched out beside her, tracing the hexagonal spirals on her shell. For several minutes, they enjoyed the stillness of lying together.
Remembering something, Don started chuckling. “Did you find out enough about yourself, or do we have to keep experimenting?”
She laughed with him. “There’s more I need to know, I’m sure, but for now, I’m just completely exhausted! And I’m pretty sure I need a shower…” She collected her hairband and pulled the red curtain back into its usual shape.
Donnie sighed. “Yeah, I guess we ought to be getting back… I’m sure the guys will be wondering where we’ve been…”
Mikey’s head popped up from the bench before the TV as soon as April walked through the turnstile that led into the lair, Donnie following her. “They’re back!” he yelled ecstatically, leaping to his feet.
April looked a bit floored. “It’s… good to see you too, Mikey…”
Leo turned over on the bench before the TV, setting his head on his hands as he looked over its back. “So, congratulations, you two,” he said, smiling at them. Even Raphael gave them a kinder smirk than usual.
“…Congratulations for what?” April asked, confused.
“Wait, wait… you guys heard us??” Donnie interrupted.
Raph waved a dismissive hand, looking at them over his shoulder. “All of Jersey heard you, Oh-Donnie-oh-Donnie.”
Donatello’s cheeks colored again, then reddened even further as Mikey shoved April against him and hugged them both. “I love you guys!” he squee-ed. “Apritello is totally my OTP!!”
“OTP?” Don prompted for interpretation.
“One Turtle Pairing!” Mikey listed on his fingers. Then he recovered his ear-to-ear grin. “…And I’m so happy for you guys!” He jogged in place, in utter rapture.
April grinned back at him. “Thanks, Mikey.” She detached herself from Donatello and headed for the shower, when Leo piped up.
“Oh, and April, your dad called. I told him you were training.”
She stopped dead in her tracks. “My dad!” She blinked. “Ohmygod, my dad!! How’m I gonna break this to him? He’ll be devastated!”
After pacing for several minutes, she took out her phone, selected the number for her father, let it ring once, then shut it off again with a groan. “No…”
Leo tracked her around the room. “Do…you want me to call him? Or Donnie could… He and your dad get along pretty well…”
April thought it over. “No… it’d better be me he talks to… otherwise he’ll think something’s wrong.”
“Something is wrong; you’re a goddamn mutant turtle!” Raph snorted, earning scathing glares from Donnie and Leo. April looked like the comment stung her a bit. “I mean… there’s nothing wrong with being a mutant turtle… Heck, I love it. But it’s not…” he searched desperately for better words, “…natural. And it’s not like we’re exactly natural either, but—Ya know what, I’m just gonna stop talking now.”
“Good idea,” Leo confirmed.
April dialed her phone again. Her father’s voice came over the line. “O’Neil here.”
“Dad!”
“Oh, hi, April. Are you going to be home for dinner tonight? I’m making your mom’s lasagna… well, trying to. There’s always something missing… it’s not quite salty enough…”
“So, add salt. Dad—“
“Salt! Hah! April, you’re brilliant. So, dinner?”
“Afraid not.” She braced herself. “Look, Dad… there was an accident with some mutagen… and I’m fine, but I’ve been turned into a turtle.” There was dead silence on the other side of the line. “Dad?” No response. “Dad! Are you there?” Her eyes conveyed a look of panic as she looked back at the turtles. “I think he fainted! Ohhmygosh, what am I gonna do? Dad, wake up! Dad!!”
“—April?” came Kirby’s voice at last. “Are you still there? I didn’t have time to warn you I was going through a tunnel.”
She let out a groan of exasperation and relief.
“Anyway, will you be home on time?” he said calmly.
He’d missed the whole thing she’d been gearing up to say. But now that she knew he was driving, she didn’t dare give him the bad news and risk him actually fainting. She sighed. “Okay, Dad? I need you to come to the lair. It’s really important, okay?”
“Honey, if you need a ride, you can just say so.”
“No, I don’t… just come down here as soon as you can. Safely.”
Twenty minutes later, Mr. O’Neil appeared at the entrance to the lair. “Greetings, everyone!” he called. “Now, does anyone want to tell me why I’m down—hah—“ To his credit, he didn’t faint when he caught sight of the maskless, red-haired turtle. He did, however, sit down hard on the steps, slack-jawed.
Leo and Mikey hurried over to make sure he wasn’t going to fall. April was right behind them. “Dad!”
“April!” he said, shocked. “What happened to you?”
“I got mutated,” she said.
“Obviously… but… aren’t you immune to the mutagen the Kraang use?”
Donatello interceded. “Under normal circumstances, yes, but this flask was hit by lightning. I haven’t had time to study it much yet, but just on a cursory glance, it seems like the electric current ionized certain parts of the mutagen in a way that doesn’t respond to April’s Kraang blood. I have it on a slide, if you’d like to see.”
“Of course,” the scientist said, rising to his feet, curious.
“Can I get you something to drink, Mr. O’Neil?” Leo offered.
“Thank you, Leonardo, some tea would be… welcomely calming.”
Moments later, Kirby O’Neil had his eye to Donatello’s microscope. “Fascinating… it looks as though it’s completely restructured the chemical bonds at the molecular level. Look how it’s formed into a latticed matrix as opposed to the more hexagonal of the original…”
Raph, while not interested in the least at staring at squiggles and blobs and polygons through a little tube, was keeping an eye on the situation from his beanbag chair. “You sure seem to know a lot about chemistry for just being a head shrink, Kirby.”
Mr. O’Neil blinked and looked up at him from the mutagen samples. “You have to in this field, Raphael, and you’re thinking of psychiatry, not psychology. They call them ‘soft sciences,’ but when it comes to seeing how the mind works, much of it comes down to biology and chemistry and social science and how they all interact to produce thought, and in some cases, it entails knowing what and how much to prescribe for patients or subjects to affect proper working of the brain. They don’t just give Master’s degrees away for nothing, you know,” he smirked. Raph gave him a “fair enough” nod. “Ah, Leonardo, thank you,” Kirby said, accepting the cup and saucer from Leo and taking a sip. “Now then, Donatello, do you have a course of action in mind to get my April back to normal?”
“Well, I’m hoping to follow the basic formula that led me to creating the retro-mutagen we used to restore you, but for that, I need to create several canisters of the ionized mutagen. We’ve got mutagen; that’s no problem, but generating the kind of electricity it would take to re-create a lightning bolt, well…”
April’s dad thought for a moment. “A Van de Graaff generator might do it. They’re not hard to build… And the bigger, the better for the charge you’re probably looking to generate. I’ll see what I can dig up for parts for you.”
Donnie gave him a wide smile. “Thanks a lot, Mr. O’Neil!”
“No,” Kirby said, shaking Don’s hand, “Thank you, all of you, for taking care of us. Without you, I’m sure we’d be a lot worse off.” He suddenly gripped Donnie’s upper arm tightly and muttered so only Donnie could hear, “If you hurt her, I don’t care how good a ninja you are; they will never find all the pieces of you.” He gave Donnie’s arm a squeeze and released him with a thin grin. “Just so we understand each other.”
Donnie gave a false smile and laughed nervously. He was pretty sure that wasn’t a joke. “Don’t worry, sir. We’ll take care of her.”
“I know you will, Donatello. You always do. April, I’ll drop by the school and get your homework.”
April wilted a bit. “You would think I would get a break from schoolwork for getting turned into a mutant…”
Kirby smiled. “I know you’ve been out for a big part of the year, saving the world and all, but you will pass this grade if it kills you. I know you can manage. I’ll just tell the school… you have mono. That can keep you out for weeks. Ah, Master Splinter,” he shifted his attention as the rat emerged from his study. “Good to see you again.”
“Indeed, my friend,” Splinter greeted warmly with a slight bow to the doctor. “I merely came to reassure you that April is in good hands with us. She is a daughter to me as much as she is to you, if I may be so bold.”
“That is high praise from a teacher.”
“In Japanese tradition, the role of a teacher reaches much further than here. When one takes on a student as their sensei, they take on personal responsibility for that student in all aspects of their life. Thus it is not something entered into lightly. I am proud of her progress and I know that she will continue to do well, whatever her form.”
“Thank you, Splinter.” He turned to the rest of the room. “Well, I suppose I’ll be going. I wish you all a pleasant evening.” He turned to April and gathered her into a hug. “And YOU, stay out of trouble,” he said jokingly. He kissed her forehead, then held her out at arms length from himself. “Green is not a bad color on you, incidentally,” he said, and April hugged him again before he walked out through the turnstiles.
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