Part 27
Part 27

Sam sat on the porch swing, lazily pushing it back and forth. The sun was just starting to set on the horizon among the silhouette valleys and hillsides. A red sky predicted hot weather the next day. For this time of year, it was a rare occurance.

"Hey." Michaelangelo suddenly appeared at her side. "Watching the sunset?"

"Yes. I always love this part of the day." She quietly spoke in awe. "That was a very good meal. One of the best, I'd say."

"Heh. Glad you liked it. I left the others to clean up after dinner. Dessert's not untill later." He paused for three seconds. "So, what do you say we go swimming?"

Sam looked around. "Swimming? Where?"

"Out there." Mike pointed straight ahead. "There's a huge lake and stream down within the forest."

"We just ate." Sam tapped her stomach. "Wouldn't you get cramps?"

"I don't. Besides, the hike there will take the load off our bellies. Come on!"

He was so convincing, she decided to give in.

"Don't I need my suit?"

"What? You mean you never heard of moon bathing?"

Sam looked back to the house as they walked away from it. Looks like he'll get his just desserts now!

The sky grew darker as they reached a wide clearing out of the woods. A beautiful lake rested calmly with the moon cascading beautiful shades of silver and white on the surface.

"The water looks cold, Mike." Sam wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders.

"It's not cold!" He argued while removing his gear and bandana.

"I'm not going in if it's cold."

"Then, I guess I'll have to test it first-" Michaelangelo grabbed a vine and swung in to the water like a tarzan boy. His body rippled the still waters to a large kaboom of squirting liquid in each direction. Resurfacing, he started to splash at a squeemish Sam on the shoreline. "Come on! The water's perfect!" His teeth started to chatter.

"How is it I don't believe you?"

"Trust me!" Mike started to splash around, trying to get warm. "Well, I don't want to be the only one out here. Ya coming in or do I have ta drag you?"

Sam backed away with a permanent grin on her face.

"Stop splashing, you goon! I'll come in when I'm good and ready!" Michaelangelo splashed one more time before diving under. Sam found a friendly bush to remove her cut-offs, blouse, bra, and underwear. Looking out, she noticed Mike still hasn't surfaced. "Mike?" Running out with the moon only giving off light on her nude body, she dove in and swam frantically around. She popped her head up and started to shiver. The water was freezing cold. "Where are you, you no good, pushy-" Something grabbed her leg and pulled her under. Sam let out a screech before gulping in water. It was hard to see anything in the dark. She reached out and brushed against leathery skin. Bubbles escaped her mouth as she tried to speak his name underwater. He just laughed and pulled her upward with him.

"Glad you could join me!"

"I'm not! It's fucking cold in here! I want out!"

"Awww, you're no fun! You'll get used to it!" Mike began back stroking. Sam clutched her chest with teeth chattering. "The problem is you have to move around. Get your blood boiling!"

"I feel like one big goose pimple."

"Here, do this." Michaelangelo started to do the butterfly stroke. "They taught you this in school, right?"

"Yeah, in a indoor pool that's about 40ยบ warmer!" Sam started to do the same. Her muscles started to tighten from being numb. "Mike, I'm so cold...."

"Alright, alright." Mike swam back and wrapped his arms around her. "How's that?"

"A little better." She mumbled miserably. "I have no feeling in the bottom half of me."

"Maybe this might help." Michaelangelo started to drag her slowly around. She could feel his legs kicking close to hers. She finally rested her head on his shoulder and the two did a water dance for awhile. A dance to warm the skin. He smiled; his face having half a shadow from the moon light. "Is this helping? Do you feel warmer?"

"Sort of. But this might help."

Sam leaned in and kissed his lips, moving her arms up and over to circle his neck. Her soft skin pressed lightly against his. He could feel her errected nipples touching his plastron. Suddenly, Sam felt warmer on the inside. A tingly feeling rushed over her body. Her legs wrapped around his body next, despite how numb they felt. Sam arched her body backwards along the water, allowing him to explore parts unknown on her inner side. His mouth moved downward past her chin, neck, chest, and finally the waist, where he stopped before tasting the water on his lips. She pulled inward again and smiled into his face.

"I'm sure they're having dessert now." He whispered softly.

"So are we." She whispered back then silenced him again with her mouth over his.

Michaelangelo looked down, suddenly feeling strange. She was allowing him to touch her. This was no dream or fantasy. This was real! In her dream, the volcano was like the red light. To stop her from continuing. There was no volcanoes whatsoever in these parts of the country. Nothing was telling her to stop. No one was there to stop them.

"I'm a little nervous." He admitted.

"Are you trembling because of me, or the water?" She patted his cheek with a wet palm.

"Both. I think-"

"Shhh. Don't be afraid. I was the one who was unsure at first."

"We can wait, you know. Like Casey said, I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you the first chance given."

Sam thought for a moment. They could wait. This was not enjoyable freezing her butt off in ice-cold water. No matter how intimate they got, she could barely have a good time.

"Okay, Mike. Let's wait. Not because of you, it's because I'm turning into a snow cone out here. Let's head back to the house so that they don't get suspicious of us."

"Sounds like a plan."

Michaelangelo swam back to shore with a female frozen pop stuck to his side. At the shore, he carried her out of the water. The air felt strangely warmer to her. Possibly from being so cold, the cold air was actually warm to her. He set her down at the grass, getting a quick look at her nudeness.

"Um, my stuff's behind that rock. Be right back."

Satisfied, he nodded and turned away, collecting his gear that he carelessly dropped by a tree trunk. Like two naughty kids, they both headed back toward the house, ready to hear a lecture of some sort from the 'responsible parents.' April would not tolerate such behavior and Casey was a fine one to talk about women having sex at early ages.

The arrival of Risa, Raph and Leo was unexpected. Michaelangelo and Sam walked through the door, breathing heavily from running so fast. Everyone paused and looked up at the two.

"Oh, my...." Sam's ears turned hot.

"Raph! Leo!" Michaelangelo played it cool. "Glad to see you made it back here! Hey, Risa!" He waved to her. "Good to see ya, too Where's Jenny?"

The entire group became silent after that. Sam looked harder at all of them. April and Risa had red-stained faces, Shadow was being held by Casey, both had frowns, and Donatello was looking downward with a long face. Raphael and Leonardo showed no emotion. Mike's face soon fit with the gloomy picture displayed in the living room. Risa stood up, crossing the room up to Mike and Sam.

"It's good to see you too, Mike. Sam." Risa gave Sam a tight hug, getting the front of her shirt slightly damp. "You're just in time to hear what happened."

The evening got later. More tears emerged. Sam had to be consoled next by Michaelangelo whom was also shedding tears. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Jenny. His words were lost for what he could say to Leo. Leonardo merely silenced him, saying it was better to let it go. April had already put Shadow to bed. She and Casey soon followed, saying they had to get up early to go to work the next day. The room was left in silence again. Four turtles and two girls. There was enough to start a party. But no one felt like celebrating.

"So, why are you guys wet?" Raphael lifted a wet string of hair on Sam. "Did we miss something? Or come in at the right time?"

"Um, well." Michaelangelo hated explaining things like that to Raph. "Yeah, you missed it. Over the head."

"Well, then fill us in." Raph smiled, nudging Risa. She nodded with agreement. "How 'bout you Sam? Care to explain?"

Sam looked to him with disgust. "I'd rather not. I'm going to take a shower. Hang in there, Leo." She squeezed Leonardo tightly before disappearing up the stairs. Leo looked down to his plastron. It was wet.

"You still didn't answer my question, lover boy." Raph grinned wickedly at Mike. "You guys went swimming in the lake, didn't you?" Risa smiled alongside him.

"Nothing happened, Raph, if you must know." Michaelangelo crossed his arms.

"Suuuuure, Mike. That's what you want us to believe."

"I'm serious! I wouldn't lie to you about that."

"Yeah? And Sam's taking a shower for no reason?"

"Raph, let it go already." Leonardo sounded too tired for such behavior.

Donatello sensed the tension rising inside of her. He stood up and whispered to Risa.

"Can I see you for a minute?"

Risa raised a finger to Don to wait. She watched Raph whom was still arguing.

"Mike. Nice, inviting lake. In the calm, moonlit night. One guy and one girl. 'Nuff said."

"Would you get off it already?!" Michaelangelo's fist were clenching.

"So, what was it like? I've never done it in water before. Or was the lake too cold for you to get it up?"

"What is it, Don....ack!" Risa reacted just Mike threw a punch at Raph. "How dare you!" Donatello pulled her aside but she got a good punch in Mike's arm. "Don't hit him like that!"

"Risa, wait...." Don tried to pull her back but she was now ready to attack Mike.

"Back off, Risa! It's not your fight!" Michaelangelo felt a kick just below the ridge of his shell. He turned to see Risa glaring at him.

"Don't tell me to back off! If you've got a score to settle with him, you have to go through me!" Risa bent her fingers like claws, ready to scratch Mike's eyes out.

Donatello was now playing referee. "Risa, let's talk about this...."

"Mike, just stop." Leonardo was soon in the middle of Mike and Raph.

"Yeah, Mike. Go ahead and hit her and you'll be smiling gums!" Raphael provoked him while backing away with Leo's hand on his chest.

"Raph, you're not helping!" Leonardo glared to Raphael.

"Well, he hit me!" Raph pointed like a little child tattling.

"And you didn't expect that he would?!" Leonardo had both arms extended between the two. "I can't blame him!"

"Let me go, Don!" Risa started smacking Donatello's wrists.

"Yeah, Don. Let's see how good she is!" Raphael was enjoying this.

"Hey, that's not fair! It's two to one here!" Michaelangelo tried to get past Leo. "Let me hit him once more, Leo! He was out of line and you know it!"

"Mike-"

"Hit him again and I'll kick ya till you're dead!" Risa growled.

"Do it, Risa! Do it Risa!" Raph cheered.

Donatello pulled Risa further away.

"Damn it, Risa! Stop it right NOW!!!" The room fell silent. Everyone paused to look at Don. He cleared his throat. "Ahem. Sorry. You have to stop. Right now. Please, calm down."

"Why?" Risa asked hoarsely. "What's wrong?"

Donatello held up her hands. "See for yourself." Risa stared wide-eyed at them. Her nails looked like knives. Long, pointy and deadly.

"Oh, God! What's happening?! Don!"

Donatello shushed her. "Stop. Just stop. Relax." Risa took several breaths for a few seconds before looking down again. Her nails went back to normal. "Good, it stopped."

"What stopped? Hey! What the hell just happened?" Raphael came over as Risa fell into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Donatello shook his head, looking to Leo. Leonardo fell at ease, doing the same act as Don.

"Don? What happened?" Mike asked next with a perplexed expression.

"Anger, Mike. She was metamorphosing right before our eyes." Donatello found his trusty rocking chair and sat down again. "I read some notes that were stuffed in that health book. If the subject becomes infuriated, the spell is cast, and the magic starts to do it's work." He paused, waiting for a reaction. The only sound was Risa whining softly. "In other words, the creature inside her would have emerged and possibly would have gone for Mike's jugular."

"Noooo...." Risa squeezed tears down her cheeks. She looked to Michaelangelo in an almost begging plea. "I'm so sorry, Mike."

Michaelangelo swallowed and nodded. "I'm sorry, too. For reacting the way I did." He looked to Raph. "Sorry, bro."

"Yeah, Mike. I know." He looked to Donatello. "So, how the fuck do we get the damn thing out of her?"

"You mean, how do we get it out of both of them? Sam is still intoxicated incase you had forgotten."

Michaelangelo looked up. To think if he refused Sam in the lake and she became angered, he shuddered at the thought. Risa had more of a fiery temper than Sam. Her wrath hasn't surfaced yet. It might of if she stuck around during Raphael's taunts about the two love dolphins making waves in that lake.

"Don, help them. Do what you can. I said I'd love Sam no matter what happened to her. Even if she grew fur and mulitple arms. But, um, to an extreme, I don't think I could go through with this." Michaelangelo sighed deeply. "We've seen many strange things, but beautiful girls becoming monsters is something I want to pass up looking at."

Donatello nodded. "Of course. But, don't expect a miracle to happen. It's all in the hands of science now."

"Terrific." Raphael mumbled. "You going to let Dr. Demento examine you, babe?"

"If it'll make me normal, Raph. I have to trust him. What other alternative is there?"

Around 11 at night, Donatello sat quietly with Risa and Sam side by side in the living room. He had questioned Risa just as he did with Sam about any differences in feelings on the inside. With the medical book in hand, Don strangely felt like a doctor giving an exam with two patients at the same time.

"I feel a full blood transfusion would be best in my opinion." He stated it as a fact. "We want to get all the negative blood drained and out of the body completely. This is not going to be easy."

"Can't we just live it, Don?" Risa asked, not wanting to go through with it. "I just won't get mad anymore." Sam frowned to her. "Oh, you missed the show, Sam. Don't worry about it."

"Is that what conjures the creature, Don? Anger?" Sam looked to Risa again, wondering what happened while she was in the shower.

"Because it's pure evil that was administered, anger can arouse the demon inside both of you. But, if you wait and do nothing, the bad blood will gradually take over and, well, I'll just say it won't be a pretty sight."

Sam looked to Risa, blinking. Now, they were scared.

"So, you're saying we should do it now."

"As soon as possible."

Risa crossed her arms. "Well, where are we going to find a donor at this hour?"

"They don't pay me enough to go through this shit." Casey sat in the driver's seat, nodding off. Sam and Risa sat in the back with Donatello in the middle. All were stone quiet. April
sat in the passenger seat, sleeping soundlessly.

"Think of it as a worthy cause, Casey." Donatello attempted to sound encouraging. "Now, you said there was a 24-hour clinic down this route?"

"Mm, after certain hours, it's open for emergencies only. I doubt they'll consider black magic to be an emergency, let alone believe you guys. I don't even believe you, I can't believe I'm
even in this car driving you weirdoes after 1 a.m. in the goddamn morning. I should be in bed sleeping, but no, you said-"

"Sorry, for asking." Don mumbled as Casey continued.

"We're sorry we're doing this to you, Mr. Jones." Risa said when he finally stopped ranting. She felt she had to apologize.

"Please, call me Casey. I don't go for that 'Mr.' bullshit." He looked in the rearview mirror. "You people start calling me 'Mr." after I specifically said not to call me that. I told you how
many times? Too many times in my book, yes siree bob-"

The moving picture outisde her window and Casey's droning was making Risa drowsy. Sam glanced over to Don whom was squinting down at the health book in his lap.

"How could you read that in the dark?"

He pointed to the moonlight. "And night vision really helps." Risa passed out with her head resting forward on the back of the passenger seat. Donatello looked back to Sam whom stared blankly. "Can't sleep?"

"Mm mm." Sam shook her head. "The shower really woke me up." Donatello didn't want to further question on what happened out in the lake. He didn't have to. "Actually, the lake was so cold, I bet it could wake the dead." He didn't want to know. He wasn't going to ask. He didn't want to get involved. "But it was so wonderful out there." He was trapped now. "I wanted to, but, I mean, it was so freezing, there's no fun in doing it if you're too cold to move around. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, right. Casey, could you speed it up?"

Casey looked in the mirror again.

"Oh, now you want me to speed up? You the safety nut back there wants me to go faster? You're telling me my car is unhealthy and shit and now you have the gall to tell me to drive faster on this dark, winding road? Well, I'm gonna drive the speed that I want. Yes, that's right. I'll go as slow as I want or as fast as I want. You can't tell me how to drive. If you think-"

"Forget it, Casey."

His voice was tiresome. Donatello figured Casey was so tired he didn't know what the hell he was saying. The hum of the car sent Sam into a light nap next. She found a use for Don's shoulder as a pillow, resting on it gently. He looked down to her. It's strange how a relationship can strengthen from one car ride. Sitting so close together, you get to know your car companions quite well. Body and all. He studied each curve on her. Each loose strand of what little hair she had reach her neck line. The beauty marks on the side of her cheeks, one or two small pimples, eh! Typical teenager problems. Other than that, her skin had a soft texture to it.

The clinic was reached within an hour or so. It was going on 2am. April sat up with a yawn.

"Just wake me when they're done sucking my blood out." She mumbled.

"Wake you?" Casey stepped out of the car, feeling the cold air hit his face. "I'd rather be in bed now instead at a damn clinic. You suggested to come, no one forced you to come, you could be sleeping in your own bed, unlike me who has to drive everyone because if I don't, I'm never going to hear the end of it-" April placed a finger to his lips.

"I've heard the end of it."

Donatello didn't hesitate to carry a sleeping Sam from the car to the front entrance of the clinic where he put her down. She breathed in the air as her heavy eyelids opened to his face.

"We're here." He told her softly.

"Yup." She nodded and yawned to him. "How will I feel after this is done?"

"Just as you do now. Drowsy."

"Perfect."

The nurses or doctors weren't as convincing as they thought to perform the procedure for the girls. It was at this moment, Don wished he learned how to draw blood properly. Not even the health book could be of assistance. He wasn't going to do something he knew nothing about. The doctor was fixing to get rid of them any minute.

"Don, we gotta do something." Sam eyed the closed door. "They're going to throw us out of here eventually."

"I'm thinking. I'm thinking." He looked around the small room. Sam sat on the examining table, Risa sat in the waiting chair. "I'm also opened to suggestions."

The doctor stepped through the door. Don groaned and turned away. So much for that theory.

"Ladies. There is nothing wrong with you. The best thing to do is go home and get some rest."

This was calling for drastic measures. Donatello turned to face him but kept his head low.

"Doctor, these women are very ill. I promise you this transfusion is very important to them."

"He's right. We're not well, doctor." Risa rose slowly. "And we've told you over and over that we need a transfusion." Donatello backed away; that tension was growing again. Risa got closer. "If you know what's good for you, you'll do it."

"Are you threatening me, woman?" The doctor raised his eyebrows to her.

"As a matter of fact, I am." She gritted her teeth. The doctor looked over to Sam whom shrugged innocently.

"You're on your on with this one, pops."

Someone must have held the man at gun point, for within the next hour, the procedure was taken care of. April was dead asleep and Casey snored alongside her. Sam lazily watched the blood flow in and out of her. She looked up to Don, blinking a few times.

"Can we sleep over?"

He laughed to that. "I'm afraid I'll have to drive us all home after this." He looked to Risa. "How are you do-"

"What kind of question is that? How do you think I'm doing? Look at me, I'm totally deranged. Beyond exhaustion. That stupid bastard of a doctor took his own sweet time to think over whether we should live or die. Can you believe that guy?! Well, I would prefer to live, thank you very much. The nerve of him! I can't stand people like that. You catch my drift?"

"Yes. Too much of a drift." Donatello looked over at the tubes. No wonder. Casey is the donor for her! Not only is she getting blood from him, but also a rotten attitude! He looked back and sighed to her. The girl was still grieving over losing a good friend. She showed her sorrow in a strange way. She'd either laugh it off and cry. Or have a fit, then cry. She was made for Raph. They had so much in common. He turned to Sam again. Her eyes lost the battle of staying open. She looked like a sleeping child in the bed. Both girls were young and full of life. Not the life that dwelled within them but the life that was fighting to be free of the curse that plagued them for months.

"I must be talking crazy, Don. I don't mean to." Risa shook her head. "I can't help but think the things I could have done to help her-" Her voice broke in parts.

"You should rest, Risa. Doctor's orders." He had no clue he just said a line Jenny used on Leo when he told her to get some sleep. No one knows what words were exchanged between the two souls within those moments of them being together. One remains silent and the other is dead and buried. Risa finally nodded off into deep sleep. The drive home was very quiet for the quiet one. The one named Donatello.

Returning to the house, Don caught sight of Leonardo patroling the outer perimeter. He paused to see the car pulling up and went over to help.

"Hey, Don. How did it go?"

"Hopefully, they're fully restored." Donatello lifted Sam like she were no more than a feather. Leo took April from the front seat. Risa and Casey were awake and took their own selves to bed. More of the stronger ones, Leo and Don assumed. Casey was built like a ton of bricks and Risa was quite a gutsy woman. Sam was placed in her bed where Mike snored like a buzzsaw. Don looked to him, wishing he was leaving her in his own bed.

"Thank you, Don." She whispered before dropping off again.

Risa crawled in the bed with Raphael and crashed down on her stomach, causing him to sit up abruptly.

"Who's there?! Who died?!" Raph looked around with squinting eyes.

"I almost did, the goddamn, no good piece of shit doctor that he was-"

"Oh, it's you. Hey, babe." Raphael flopped down on the pillow again.

"Aren't you going to ask me how it went?"

"At a decent hour." A mumbled voice came from the pillow. "I'm tired..... want to sleep....."

Risa sat up and looked to him. "I'm tired too, but a little hot." Raphael blinked the sleep from his eyes to catch her pulling off her T-shirt, revealing her bare chest in the moonlight.

"Maybe sleep can wait." He grinned tiredly to her.

"Let's see if the beast is still within me."

"God, I hope so." Risa frowned to him. "The sex-crazed beast, that is."

Risa removed her sweats next, repeating how hot she was. Raphael was becoming hot and bothered just watching her. He remembered back to when he first met her when she undressed in front of him. This was another show, with some added treats! Risa kicked off her small panties last, slinking closer to his body. Raphael pulled her next to him, feeling the warmth radiating from her. He put his arms around her, lazily drawing invisible circles on her bare back. His leathery skin and dull nails caused her to get comforting chills. He'd occasionally pinch her upper neck in a massage manner with his two big fingers and the thumb rubbing inwardly. After much considered fore play, Raphael layed flat on the bed where Risa took her role of being on the top bunk. She carefully straddled his wide torso and hugged him deeply. Raphael was fully erected; Risa could feel him coming on her as she sat there. She moved down to allow him to enter her. Once inside, Risa was on a fast roller coaster. The highs and lows, the ups and downs, the turns, the dips. This made it more pleasurable since she enjoyed roller coasters. The shocks were kicking in. If there was a storm going on outside, lightning would have filled the room. Within the next minutes, Risa collapsed on his chest. She released a gasp before calming down again.

"Ohhhh." Her mouth dropped deeply as she stared into his face. "Raph....."

"Yeah, babe?" His voice was dry and cracked.

"The beast is definitely dead. I wouldn't have been able to do this if it were still inside me. I am a free woman now."

"I wouldn't say you're totally free."

"Why is that?"

"Cuz you belong to me."

His words fell silent on her lush lips. She was his for the taking. Without knowing it, Sam experienced the same thing within the next room over. The volcano was conquered and her soul was lifted as well. Both girls tasted forbidden fruit. And both turtles got a taste of forbidden ecstasy.

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