"April playing with Donnie's tail while he tries to work underneath the shellraizor, but ends up failing because of April." ~ I love Apritello. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the reason this story is rated M.

WARNING! SMUT AHEAD (Isn't it obvious?) SO DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE AWKWARD FONDLING

You're still here? Well, I warned you.

"Let Me Tell You A Tail"

"Wrench?" Donatello asked from under the Shellraiser. April placed the wrench into his outstreched hand. "Thank you. It's so much easier when you help me."

"Why don't you ask one of your brothers to help you?" she wondered.

"Well, Raph would call me an egghead and go back to whatever he was doing, Leo'd be too busy meditating, and Mikey... I'd have to describe what tool I needed... Or draw a picture." he answered.

April giggled. "Why are you working on that thing anyways?"

"Needs fixing." he answered simply.

"Isn't there something else you'd rather fix?" she asked with a sultry voice. She heard him clear his throat nervously, and could just picture a blush burning to life on his face.

"Why? Is the air conditioner broke again?" his voice cracked as he talked, and he cringed at the sound.

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" she groaned. Donnie chuckled.

"What needs fixing, my dear?" he asked with innocence.

April crossed his arms, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Well, nothing now." she heard him chuckle again. He knew what she wanted and he wouldn't give it to her. Well, two could play at that game.

April reached forward and untucked his tail from his shell and splayed it across the floor for her viewing pleasure. April heard him squeal, and he jerked, his body lurching forward and being stopped (rather painfully) by the Shellraiser.

"What's the matter, my dear? Cat got your tail?" she whispered, lightly stroking his tail.

He groaned, trying to keep focused on his task. He reached out blindly, feeling for the wrench he had dropped. He grabbed hold of it and resumed his work.

April chuckled and ghosted her hand over the growing bulge underneath his plastron. "That's right, perk up." she murmured, stroking his tail again. Donatello groaned when she put pressure on the tip of his tail.

"Thought you were fixing the Shellraiser?" she mused when she saw him drop his wrench. She heard him wimper at her words. "What's the matter? Don't you like it when I touch you here?" she reached over to press on the bulge, which was now pushing his lower plates apart. "Or here, perhaps?"

That was the last straw. He broke. He lurched out from under the Shellraiser as fast as he could without banging his head, and pinned her to the floor; he removed her clothing as quickly as he could, practically ripping it off of her body.

"Oh god.." she shuddered when he dropped down and rubbed himself against her entrance.

"Yes." he grunted as he pushed inside of her. He didn't go slow. He didn't tease her, there had been enough of that. He rocked into her with violence, fusing their mouths and grabbing hold of her breasts.

She came sudden and hard, clenching around him with her walls bringing him to a sudden orgasm.

When she came down off of her high, she chuckled and asked "Wasn't that project more fun to fix?"

He pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead. "Yes. Remind me to fix it more often."

A/N: I was listening to music while I wrote this. A couple lyrics from "Jar of Hearts" almost slipped through editing.

Can't wait to write some more! You guys are so awesome and I absolutely love writing based off of your summaries!