A/N I'm back! Sorry to those of you who were following "Accepted", I totally lost steam. The smut train came and got me and swept me away to the far-off world of Smuttown. Thus this story. Which can also be found on Ao3 in case it gets too graphic for FF. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Curiosity"

"Whoa!"

"Shit!" Donnie slammed his laptop shut quicker than Mikey could finish a pizza. His face turned a deep shade of purple against his olive skin.

Heat quickly rose to April's cheeks as well. There was no denying what she saw on his screen. Her face reddened deeper as she silently admitted that similar things could be found on her own browser history.

She couldn't help it. Ever since Chief Vincent told them they could come out of the shadows, and that everyone would accept them now. Ever since they agreed.

Added to the fact that Stockman made it back to the States with a newfound confidence and a vendetta. Using the Kraang technology, he synthesized the purple ooze and began making the army of mutants Shredder had dreamed of not long before. Only this army was to fight against the Shredder, should he ever return, and in the meantime, they'd fight against the Foot. They called themselves "The Leg Clan". It was Bebop's suggestion. And, needless to say, a truce was formed with the turtles, though they continued to live their separate lives.

But boy, was Chief Vincent right. The turtles were publicly accepted, for the most part, as were Stockman's new mutants, and in turn countless curious, adventurous women came out of the woodwork. April herself being one of them.

She cleared her throat as she shifted awkwardly in the doorway. "S-sorry…" she stammered, averting her eyes.

"Oh my God…" Donnie muttered as he leaned against his elbows, burying his face in his three-fingered palms. "No sense in pretending that didn't happen…" He peered up from behind his fingers, and April bit her lip at the sight of the purple embarrassment blazing in his cheeks, his eyes wide and mortified. She couldn't help but find it endearing.

"It's okay," she quickly assured him, raising her palms. "Heh, been there done that." She fought against a blush as she strained to act completely casual at her revelation.

He dropped his hands and arched a brow at her. "You have?"

She gave a nonchalant shrug. "Sure. The MUHU thing is pretty popular right now."

Donnie shifted. "MUHU?" he bluffed.

April chuckled as she finally fully entered the room, approaching him slowly. "Sure, the mutant-human fetish. Don't tell me you haven't heard of it."

Donnie let out a nervous laugh. "I… may have… stumbled across that name… now that you mention it…" He pushed his glasses up his snout.

She pulled up a chair next to him and eyed him searchingly. "Are you okay with that whole thing?"

"W-what?" Donnie squeaked in an embarrassingly high pitched tone as his voice cracked against his nerves.

April let out a belly laugh. "I mean people fantasizing about you based on the fact that you're humanoid reptiles!" She was about to add, 'I wasn't asking if you're okay with acting on it,' but decided against embarrassing him further.

"O-oh," he replied, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. "Right."

April leaned back in her chair, stretching her long legs out in front of her and casually crossing her ankles. She pretended not to notice as his eyes followed her action, his adam's apple bobbing before he quickly refocused his gaze on her eyes. "So what were you lookin' at?" she asked with a smirk, nodding toward his laptop.

For a moment Donnie simply blinked at her, unsure if he understood her question correctly. "What do you mean?"

She gave him a one-shouldered shrug. "Show me. If you want."

Donnie swallowed hard again and licked his lips, his wide eyes magnified behind his glasses, disbelieving this conversation was actually happening. With April. In his computer lab, of all places. Holy shit. With a trembling hand, he reopened his laptop, and it whirred back to life. Within moments his web browser was back up and running. Right where he left off with it.

April sat up and leaned in closer. "Damn, Don… Are you…" Originally she saw the multitude of naked women, displayed with erotic diagrams of depictions of various mutants, but upon closer inspection, she read what looked like personal ads along with them. Her eyes traveled to the top of the screen. . She turned her head to meet Donnie's shamed eyes. "Are you in the market or something?"

"M-market? No!" he quickly denied as his cheeks burned purple once again.

"It's cool! It's totally cool!" April jumped in, waving her hands for assurance. "No judgement!"

"Yeah right," Donnie replied, turning his head away from her gaze.

"No, for real," April replied. "Have you reached out to any of them?" She gave him an inquisitive stare, and he slowly turned his head to meet her eyes once more. He hesitantly shook his head, admitting more than he cared to, but realizing they were at the point of no return in this situation.

His eyes bored into hers, and she suddenly felt her stomach drop out. Where was this going? The awareness that the conversation was headed in a direction she hadn't quite expected it to go hit her abruptly and caused her stomach to flip and her heart to pick up speed. She glanced at the women on the screen, and had the devilish awareness that she wanted first dibs… She returned her gaze to meet his, and by the sight of his eyes widening slightly and the way he shifted in his seat, she assumed he didn't miss the glint in her eye. "Are you going to?" she asked, her voice coming off more sultry than she intended.

He cleared his throat again, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thought about it…" he admitted, his own voice low and smooth.

Damn, where was this going? She wondered with growing excitement and a sudden hunger.

"Looks like these women are willing to pay…" April commented with a nod toward the screen, though her voice held the same tone.

Donnie gave a shrug, willing himself to ease into the conversation. It had gotten this far, and everything was out on the table, so might as well go with the flow, right?

"You thinking about earning some money?"

He sat back in his own chair, considering her for a moment, before finally responding. "Not so much that." He left his comment unfinished deliberately.

April nodded, squinting. "Huh. Just want the experience yourself?"

Donnie shrugged again. "You humans can't be the only ones experiencing this 'MUHU' thing."

Her heart leapt. Damn, he was starting to play… and she liked it…

She decided to become a bit more adventurous herself. "What do you mean, 'you humans'?" She cocked her head to the side as she folded her arms over her chest. He tried not to stare at her enticing breasts, which were now covered by her toned forearms, and he forced his attention back to her face.

He mimicked her move as he folded his chiseled, green arms over his plastron, still leaning back in his chair. "Am I not allowed to lump you into that category? I mean, you did say 'Been there, done that,' when you first walked in on me."

She couldn't help but blush. Heat was taking over in more places than just her cheeks. "Fair enough," she replied. They stared at each other for several seconds, and in that span of time April's mind began to race as ideas poured in. Ideas that only fueled the fire growing inside of her. But also in that span of time, their silence began to grow awkward, so April went with the first thing that popped into her mind to save the moment from a tailspin. "So. I'm a human. You're a mutant." She held onto her poker face, though she wanted to burst into laughter when Donnie nearly choked at her comment. Before he could respond, she arched a brow, arms still folded over her chest. "Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't thought of it!"

"Um! I… Well…"

April laughed. "It's fine. In fact, it's probably only natural."

Donnie pursed his lips, trying desperately to remain casual. "Right."

She again nodded at his screen. "So, if you were to reach out to any of these people… Would you know what you're doing?"

"I was just looking," Donnie replied, furrowing his brows under his purple mask. He pushed his taped glasses up the bridge of his beak. "I haven't really gotten much farther than that."

April smirked. "I'm kinda curious how it would pan out."

"Excuse me?"

She shrugged. "Ya know. Would you show up at their door? Be like, 'Hey baby." She made a lewd kissing gesture with her lips.

Once again, his cheeks turned purple. She was definitely finding that very adorable. "No!"

"So what would you do?" She grinned and sat up, leaning forward on her knees.

Donnie studied her expression once more. He could smell the heady musk of her arousal long ago, but until now he didn't consciously apply it to the situation. Now that he was more acutely aware, there was definitely no turning back. All the browsing, clicking through photos, leading to late night private moments, just him and his fantasies… He never dreamed those fantasies would ever become anything close to reality. Yet here he was, staring at April with that fucking glint in her eye. Time to play along. Seize the moment.

He leaned forward slightly and gave her a half shrug. "I dunno. How much are you willing to pay?"

April's heart flipped. "Oh damn," she spoke before she realized she was saying it out loud. She then narrowed her eyes, regained composure, and leaned forward herself. Lowering her voice, she replied, "Pay? I shouldn't have to pay."

Donnie scoffed, his shoulders bouncing with the force of the action. "Why is that?"

The corner of her mouth quirked up to the side. "A, because you're a student. Students don't get paid. B, technically you should pay me, since I'm teaching you and all. But I'll waive it this time. Because C," she leaned back into her chair and smiled sweetly at him, "we're friends."

He was about to make a comment about being "friends with benefits", but he didn't want to press his luck. That left him without any kind of response at all, and in that moment of silence, he began growing nervous again. Where exactly was this leading?

April noticed his sudden shift, so to rescue the moment, she slapped her hands on her knees and said, "So! Show me whatcha got."

He blinked and swallowed. "Um…"

She grinned and pointed to the entrance to his lab. "Go over there, and act like this is my room and I'm a 'client'," she held up her fingers to make quotes in the air. "It's our first time meeting, show me how it goes."

"Client?" Donnie repeated.

April shrugged. "Sure, what else are they called? They're paying you, right?"

"Is this a business or something?"

A grin spread across her lips. "That, my dear, would be up to you…"

He nervously chuckled as he cleared his throat, his three-fingered hand reaching around to the back of his neck again.

She pointed again to the entrance. "What are you waiting for? Go!"

"Oh, uh, right," he said with a nod. I can't believe I'm doing this… He nervously stood from his chair and sauntered toward the entrance. He disappeared behind a wall, and in that moment, April leaned back in her chair again and smoothed out her blouse. He peered around the corner and knocked on the wall.

"Come in," April invited in a smooth voice.

Donnie stepped around the corner and leaned casually against the doorframe. He gave her a dark smile.

Ooh, he's better than I thought. She sat up straighter. "Wow," she spoke, pretending she was seeing him for the first time. She stood slowly from her chair. "What a fine specimen we have here…"

Donne dropped his arm from the door as his face fell. "What, am I some sort of science project?"

April rolled her eyes. "Don't ruin the moment, you're supposed to play along."

"Oh," Donnie shook his head. "Right." He leaned against the doorframe again, eyeing her seductively. Or at least he hoped he looked seductive. "Specimen, huh? Would you like to run a few experiments on me?"

"Ooh," she replied, coming closer, realizing she was growing hot. This was all pretend, right? "Let me, uh, show you to my lab…" Her voice was husky, her eyes dark and half-lidded.

He smirked. "Got any beakers I can… fill?"

April nearly choked, and brought the back of her hand to her mouth as she stared at him from behind it.

Donnie shrugged. "Too much?"

She decided to go ahead and play along as she brought her hand from her mouth to rest on his plastron. "I'll let you fill my beaker." She thought she saw him shudder. She drew her hand down his plastron as she remembered to get back in character. This was her first time - a stranger who'd never seen the likes of him before. "Mmm," she hummed as she felt the rough, yet slightly yielding texture of his plastron. He watched, letting her take her time. "So smooth, and so rugged," she breathed, her lips coming to a sexy pout as her eyelids fluttered, coming up to meet his gaze.

He smirked. "Think you can handle it?"

She brought both hands to his plastron, then reached to his sides where it gave way to soft flesh before merging into his hard carapace. She hooked her fingers at the edges where his plastron met his obliques. "I can handle it."

"Hmm." He stepped in closer, forcing her to take a step backward. He towered over her, and she suddenly became acutely aware of how massive he was as she craned her neck to keep eye-contact, their bodies only inches from each other. "So, what kind of experiments were you hoping to test out?"

"Well… I might need to take a few samples…"

He trailed a thick finger along her exposed upper arm, creating goosebumps in his wake. "Do you… have the proper equipment?"

She kept a safe distance of a few inches between them, but drew her hands down the sides of his hips, averting her eyes as she replied, "I'm a bit of a novice. I might… have to improvise." She drew her lower lip in between her teeth as she met his eyes again.

He dipped his head closer. Trying to remain in character, yet with an air of seriousness too, he asked, "How far are we willing to take this..?"

April smirked, bringing her face up to within an inch of his own. Her breath was hot against his snout as she replied, "Until someone says stop."

He chuckled lowly as the corners of his lips curled up. "Well then. That can be the safe word. Keep it simple that way."

"Ooh, we need a safe word?" she breathed, her lips still within an inch of his.

He gave a small shrug. "Never know."

"Shouldn't it be something other than 'stop'?"

He thought for a moment. "Good point. How about… Terrapin?"

She giggled. "Of course a science guy like you would come up with a scientific safeword." Her smile became sultry, her face still holding the same distance from his. "Speaking of science…"

She dared to lean forward, closing the gap. His breath hitched slightly as he saw her make her move, and he dared to do the same, meeting her half-way. He shuddered as he felt her soft lips gently brush against the broad surface of his own. He was prepared for their lips to fully meet, and nearly lost it when he felt her hot tongue trail across his upper lip instead. She gave it a quick nip with her teeth before pulling back. He blinked at her, his eyes dramatically wide behind his thick glasses, which he again pushed up the bridge of his beak. He quickly pulled himself back into character as he snaked a hand down to the small of her back. "Oh, you like to tease, do you?"

"Just… experimenting…" she replied, smirking playfully.

Without warning, he reached down and gathered her buttock into a firm grasp that made her squeal. This time, it was his turn to smirk.

"Donatello," she spoke in a low voice, her eyes half-lidded again. "You're a bit of a dark horse, aren't you?"

He leaned forward, pushing his snout into her neck just below her ear. "Turtle…" he breathed, causing her to shudder as electricity arced up her sides. She involuntarily brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, encouraging his ministrations as he lipped and nibbled along the tender flesh at her throat. "So…" he murmured. "About those samples you were wanting to collect…"

"Ah, yes," she whispered in response. She placed her hands at his plastron and guided him backward to lean against a table, then brought her fingers to the waistband of his cargo pants. "Let me just… prepare the workplace here…" She began giving them a tug, lowering them over the slope of his hips.

He moaned slightly in anticipation as he felt her small hands trail down his scaly flesh, his heartrate picking up speed. Finally, she gave his pants a swift yank and dropped them to the floor, catching in a pool around his enormous boots. Her breath caught at the sight before her. His huge, thick, deep purple member was waiting for her, fully erect and at attention, protruding from a plump, green tail underneath his carapace. Apparently this experience had been sufficiently turning him on all along. She looked up to meet his eyes, which were now wide with hesitation and fear behind his glasses, as he leaned back, gripping the edge of the table. So as not to keep him waiting in painful suspense any longer, she brought her hand to firmly grasp his erection, her fingers unable to come close to meeting her thumb around the circumference of it. "Uhn…" he released a guttural moan as he dropped his head back.

"Remember the safeword," April spoke in a low voice, grinning, and she rolled up a chair, took a seat, and brought him into her mouth.

"Terrapin."

April and Donnie both went rigid at the interruption, and, turning their heads slowly to the source, found none other than Michelangelo leaning casually against the doorframe, one arm crossed over his plastron, the other hand holding a can of Orange Crush with a straw resting at his lips, eyes locked on the couple underneath a cocked brow. The corners of his mouth began to curl into a sly grin.