What if…?
… Oroku Nagi was never in love with Tang Shen?
… Nagi and Hamato Yoshi were best friends?
… Splinter was never alone in New York and stayed a pet?
… the four baby turtles mutated alone in the sewers?
… one crawled away?
… one fell into the broken glass and raw sewage?
Tang Shen walked the streets of her new home with her beloved Yoshi. He was chosen by his best friend and mentor Oroku Nagi to be his second here in New York, to lead the Foot Clan. The city was vastly different from the home she knew in Japan and she wasn't sure she liked it yet.
They were on a nightly stroll down a vacant street near the Foot compound when they heard what sounded like a baby's cry. They looked around for the source of the echoing cry to discover that it came from beneath the street.
"Yoshi," Shen pleaded.
Without another word the ninja master slipped into the sewers to find the infant only to find three turtle babies. One looked to be dead, but when he looked closer he could see the gentle rise and fall of its chest.
"Shen, you are not going to believe what I've found," he called up to her. "Quickly run back to the compound and fetch Nagi and some ninja. Tell them to bring towels."
She raced back to the compound. The hidden guards at the door didn't stop her as she headed in. "Nagi!" She cried. "Come with me quick."
"What is it?" he worried over the panic in her voice.
"Babies under the street," she replied. "Yoshi said to bring ninja and towels."
Nagi nodded and ordered his ninja to follow Yoshi's wishes.
They followed Shen back to the place where she left Yoshi. Several ninja joined Yoshi down in the sewers, including Nagi.
"What is it, my friend?" Nagi asked as he approached his second.
"Look," Yoshi pointed to the turtles on the ground. "That one is injured and needs medical attention. However, we must be careful of the slime. I believe it is what caused their mutation."
Nagi directed his ninja to collect the turtles and the broken canister that was nearby. He was going to get to the bottom of all of this.
Like shadows the ninja dashed back to the compound with their burdens. Shen followed after them as quickly as her untrained body could go.
"Let me see them," she demanded of Yoshi as soon as she walked through the door.
"As soon as it is safe," he told her. "I do not want you exposed to whatever that slime is. Let our doctors look at them. I have already requested to Nagi that you will raise them."
"How many?"
"Three, but one is not well," he answered. "So, let's not get our hopes up."
She paced the halls waiting for the okay to enter the room where the babies were being kept. She yearned for children, but was told that she was unable to have one of her own. She had prayed for a miracle, but did not expect this.
Nagi came out to get her, holding the door open so she could rush in, Yoshi waited for her inside. The baby turtles were being tended to by doctors. Two of them were sitting up and drinking from a bottle. The third was strapped to monitors and had a tube going down its throat. It was awake and looked up at her with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.
"Boys or girls?" she asked her husband.
"It took some searching, but it has been discovered that they are all boys," he answered. "Also, blood work shows that they are not related."
"Have they been named yet?" she sounded hopeful.
"No," he smiled. "You are to be their mother, so you get to name them."
She brightly smiled and leaned over the sick one. She liked art so decided to name them after some of her favorite artists. "I will call this one Michelangelo," she stated then headed over to the healthy two. "The olive colored one with honey eyes will be Donatello. This little guy will be Leonardo."
Yoshi smiled, "Those are wonderful names."
"Can I hold one now?" she asked.
Yoshi picked up Leonardo and handed him to Shen. He chirped at her, nuzzling close. Her heart melted and she kissed his head.
Yoshi picked up Donatello, who was still sucking on his empty bottle. "I think he is still hungry," he laughed. "Don't worry, my son, we will get you more so you can grow big and strong."
Still holding Leonardo, Shen walked over Michelangelo. She reached down to caress his head, "Stay strong, my little one."
The sea green turtle chirped weakly and turned his head into her hand.
...
Carla headed home after her meeting with her grief support group. It has been almost two weeks since her little Andrew had died. She prayed every night that the angels would help heal her broken heart.
She stopped when she heard a baby's cry. She listened to see if she would hear it again, when she did not she brushed it off as her sadness playing tricks on her. But, then she heard it again.
She searched for the baby listening for it to cry again. "Hello," she called out.
Another cry answered her. It was coming from below the streets. She found a way into the sewers and called out again, "Come here."
She heard the splashing sound of the baby crawling through the sewage as it cooed. It was heading in her direction. She hurried towards the sound.
Then she saw it. At first she was horrified. It was a turtle that came slushing through the sewage at her. When it reached her it sat down at her feet and looked up with golden eyes. Its three fingered hands reached up to her and it chirped.
Maternal instincts kicked in. Removing her sweater she scooped the baby turtle up and wrapped the sweater around it. It nuzzled her and chirped again.
She rushed home with the bundle held close to her chest.
She opened the door to the apartment building to be met by her brother in law, Eric. "What do you have there, Carla?" he asked following after her. She didn't stop afraid someone would take her new discovery away.
She entered her apartment with Eric right behind her. She didn't stop to greet her husband or children when she entered, but went straight to the bathroom. As she turned on the tap to the bath, her husband, Steve and Eric followed in after her.
"What is it, Carla?" Steve asked looking at the bundle in her arms.
"I have found a baby," she replied holding it close.
"We must report it to the police," her husband responded.
"No," she cried. "They'll hurt it." She brought her bundle down so that they could see. "The angels have answered my prayers."
"What is it?" Eric gasped.
Carla unwrapped the baby and placed it in the tub. She rinsed the grime off and it chirped in delight. "I am going to take care of it," she stated.
"Carla," Steve soothed. "It cannot replace Andrew."
"I know that," she shot back. "But, it needs me."
The little turtle splashed happily in the water. Steve looked down at it, "What are we going to do with it?"
"Care for it," Carla responded. "We have a large family. Together we can protect it."
"I wonder if it's a boy or girl," Eric asked slightly amused.
As if in response to his question a little dark purple tip slipped out of its tail and he relieved himself.
"I guess that answers that," Steve laughed.
Carla picked the baby up and wrapped him in a towel. "We'll need to introduce him to the family," she stated. "Maybe your brother can perform a christening."
Eric sighed, "I'm not sure Luke will, but there's no harm in asking."
Without a response she left the bathroom and took the baby to the bedroom. She gathered the baby supplies and was grateful that she had kept them. It was a tight fit, but she managed to fit a diaper over the shell.
The little turtle sucked on his fist the whole time she tended to him. "Are you hungry?" she cooed.
She slipped a shirt over his head then picked him up and took him to the bed. The crib that connects to the bed was still in place. She laid down facing it placing the turtle on the bed next to her. He continued to suck his fist.
She was still producing milk and positioned herself close to him exposing her breast. She pulled his fist out of his mouth and pulled him close.
"I don't think turtles know how to breast feed," Steve said from the door.
"Where's Eric," she asked.
"He went to make the necessary phone calls to get the family together, so that we can introduce them to this little guy," he smiled.
"Thank you for accepting him," she smiled then went back to trying to get the little guy to eat. Brushing her nipple across his lips she squeezed some milk out, "You can do it. Can't you?"
His mouth came open wanting more.
She laughed, "It won't work that way, little one. You have to work for it." It took some coaxing, but he finally figured out the mechanics of breast feeding and sucked hungrily. His little hand came up and rested on her breast while he sucked. His golden eyes alert and studding her face.
Steve and their three children joined her in the room. Her youngest, Heather, looked at the new baby. "What's his name?"
"I am going to name him after the angel that sent him to me," Carla smiled at her daughter. "Raphael."
Steve laid down behind Carla and reached over her to caress the still nursing turtle. "Welcome to the family, Raphael Jones."
...
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 tongue 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.
"Mm-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."