Its a little on the edgy side of PG-13...be prepared for anything...thou hath been warned...
It Begins...
"So, you guys only like pizza?" April asked, fascinated by the four human reptiles before her.
"Yeah", Raph answered, fascinated by the human before him.
"Well, I like French Cuisine", Mike chimed in, testing his culinary and romantic knowledge.
It had the desired effect, April's eyes lit up.
"Oh, me too. Whenever I get a bonus at work a go straight to La Comtesse. The pastis are to die for, with a good bouillabaisse. Oh, and I love the turtle soup, they serve it with this great pain de compagne, with parsley butter of the Provence region, and they always add the right amount of sherry to bring out the taste-"
April clasped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late, much too late. The change in her new friends was immediate. Their eyes opened so wide she could almost see the shock this revelation had wrought on their minds.
Michealangelo had a very complex thought, which evolved into a full-fledged nightmare worthy of a midnight horror movie. A whole new world opened up with the discovery that humans ate turtles, served them up and ate them just like that. Even designed French recipes to best bring out their taste. Michealangelo wondered what a French Chef would do to them, or even, for that matter, a simple homeless guy, wondering around, hungry, finding a giant turtle...what if Turtle Soup became a huge fad...like...well, like pizza? Suppose it was served on every street corner, and there was no escape from the stench of turtle flesh. That humans loved turtle soup so much that the sewers filled with all the discarded shells and unusable parts...was any part of a turtle unusable?
Simultaneously, Donatello and Raphael shared an identical vision of pure terror. Although the least in tune with each other, they both experienced April grasping them in throes of ecstasy, with kisses turning into licks and then bites...
"I'm sorry, I forgot..." April squeaked, muffled by the hand she kept clamped on her mouth.
Raphael heard this:
"Oh, yes, yes! Just a little more...hmmm, cilantro...yes!"
Donatello heard the same, but with onion instead of cilantro. He instinctively covered his ears, which made no difference. When he closed his eyes the vision became sharper, he could see every detail from her wild hungry eyes to her sharp teeth as they...
A collective shudder disbanded their internal dwellings. Michelangelo, Donatello and Raphael now focused on staying connected to reality. April was actually quite small and weak, she would not be able to overpower them and devour them like that...well, unless they let her...which was Raphael's real fear.
Leonardo had no terrors of his own, as the self-appointed oldest brother he anticipated any of theirs and tried to protect them from themselves.
"It's okay, April, we know it was a mistake. I mean, if I ever met a mutant cow I'd have a lot of explaining to do", Leonardo assured her, gently touching her shoulder so his brothers would see that there was nothing to be afraid of.
And their wasn't. It wasn't like she caught the turtles herself, ripped their soft green bodies from their shells, and filleted the meat with long sharp knives. She just happened to find the flesh of what were likely his blood-relatives to be very tasty when it was served to her in a hot broth with a splash of sherry...
Leonardo swallowed nervously but kept his hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture. April wiped a single tear from her eye.
"I'll never eat it again. I swear. In fact, I will never eat any animal again, not after meeting you guys."
Leo hugged her because that was a very profound vow to make. He decided that he would follow her example, as much as he could when they had to eat what came by down here.
"April, I really appreciate you making that pledge", Leo told her.
"I should try and get back home", April said after a warm moment, "I, um, have some pizza at my house if you like."
"Yeah, that's be great", Leo answered for all of them. His brothers remained in a catatonic state of shock, but that would probably wear off by the time they got to her house and the pizza.
There's more...