Raphael had wearily passed out, and after injecting him with a mind numbing concoction of drugs and aphrodisiacs, Slash slung him over his shoulder, as he if were a sack of potatoes, threw another bag containing his toys over his other shoulder, and walked through the tunnels, until he stopped at a manhole. He went up it and realized that he was next to a parking lot outside a bakery that was deserted, save for a solitary SUV. It would do for what he had in mind. He placed Raphael onto the ground, hotwired the car, threw the still passed out turtle into the trunk, climbed in and started the engine. It would take just over an hour to get to Bear Mountain Park and being November and Thanksgiving, there wouldn't be many people about. Just like he preferred. It was perfect for his home. At least until the spring when he'd trek elsewhere with his harem. His obedient, loving pets.

Raphael had taught him to drive. How ironic sort of that it was he, who was now the permanent driver and Raphael was just a passenger in everything. Slash chuckled at the thought and grinned, as he thought about all he had planned for his prisoner. Raphael had no idea what he was in for or did he?

Two hours later, Slash drove through the gates to the park. There was no guard there. Raphael was still out. He parked, deciding to leave the car there. He didn't need it again. He could always hotwire another car in the spring if need be. He walked, Raphael over one shoulder, his toy bag over the other and headed deep into the mountains, to the top, where he knew an abandoned cottage was. He'd done the journey a few months before and had come across the run down cottage that didn't have electricity, but who cared? They'd live on the lay of the land and cook their food over an open fire. Leo liked it simple and would easily adapt. Raphael liked his luxuries and would be harder to convince, but he'd have no choice but to agree, especially as he couldn't hunt for food himself and would have to rely on Slash, Mikey and Leo for his food. And the bastard better be grateful or he'd shove his teeth down his throat! But Slash was positive the turtle would like his new home. After all he'd beautifully decorated it and gone to so much trouble. And it wasn't like Raphael wouldn't see his brothers again. He'd be reunited soon enough once Slash returned to the sewers and hunted them down.

Slash eventually reached the cottage and went inside; noticing that it looked just like he'd left it back in July. He placed Raphael down onto the mattress in the first bedroom, chained him to the wall and went into the kitchen. The cottage was small. Three bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a small bathroom with a shower and toilet and a cramped living room, but it'd do. The first bedroom was for him and his mates to share. The second was for a nursery and the third would be a punishment room. The first bedroom had a king size mattress in it. He'd salvaged it from the rubbish dump and had driven up here and set it up. The second bedroom had a blue crib, which he'd stolen from an apartment in Manhattan. See, he knew things that Raphael didn't, having accidentally seen a medical file of his in Don's lab. Yes. He couldn't wait to tell Raphael and to see his reaction.

The third bedroom contained his toys, which lay on another mattress. Tons of toys, ranging from anal plugs to role playing costumes to whips and bondage devices and his personal favorite. The cock torturer, which fulfilled what it promised: steel pins that would be thrust into the head of Raphael's cock, causing maximum pain, but Raphael loved pain. He knew that, because Raphael had confessed that he thrived on fighting, which gave him an adrenaline rush. He'd certainly get his share of it, Slash thought evilly.

He went into the kitchen, which had a gas stove, and began to brew tea. Then he took out two cans of beans from the cupboard,( he had a healthy supply of various tinned foods) threw the contents into a saucepan and warmed it on the stove. It wasn't the kind of food that Raphael was used to, but too bad, he had to accept it. He'd go hunting tomorrow. There were plenty of deer and other small animals about.

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Raphael woke up, feeling groggy, his leg throbbing and his hole aching. Where am I, he thought? as he shook his head to clear the dazed feeling and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Some kinda house? This don't look like the sewers. He tried to move, but groaned as pain coursed through him. Grimacing, he thought, fuckin' busted leg. He's gotta fix it. How the hell am I gonna exercise? I don't wanna become a blob. I wanna go home. I miss my brothers. Shit. I even miss Leo's lecturin'. That's how much I miss them. What I wouldn't give ta hear their voices right now.

"Wankbot!" Slash declared, entering the bedroom and carrying the saucepan, a spoon in it, his voice sending a shiver down Raphael's spine. "Like your name? I read it on a website." He set down the saucepan and helped Raphael into a sitting position.

"Figures." Raphael said, trying to muster up bravado. "Ya can't even think of anythin' original, so ya gotta steal it from someone else."

"Your antagonism is unwarranted, Raphie. I made dinner. It's Thanksgiving after all. I hope you like beans."

"Go ta…"

"Yes. Curse me all you like, Raphie, but we both k now that you want me. Your body tells you, so give in and be a good boy. Besides, you should be grateful that someone went to the trouble of cooking dinner."

"Where are we?"

"Far away from your brothers. Like it? I've done everything I can to make it a home. Now open wide, Raphie."

"I ain't hungry. I wanna go home."

"Not going to happen. Open wide."

Raphael stubbornly clamped his beak shout. Slash snarled, pinched Raphael's beak, forcing him to take a deep breath, dipped the spoon into the pot and shoved it into his mouth.

"Swallow, Raphie, or I'll knock out your teeth and you'll only be able to eat solids for the rest of your life!" Slash growled, his eyes flashing.

Raphael swallowed and grimaced. The beans were slightly overcooked and tasted bitter and they were burning hot, scalding his throat as he swallowed..

"Happy Thanksgiving, Raphie," Slash said, dipping the spoon again into the pot and offering it to the turtle, as if he were a baby.

Raphael's stomach rumbled, despite his unwillingness to eat.. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. The foul soup that Leo had made? Yeah. That's when. Was it really only hours earlier? No. How many hours had passed since then?

Slash laughed and said, "Eat up, my sissy boy." One hand trailed down Raphael's flat plastron and Raphael shivered, his stomach tightening in knots, fearing he was going to be fucked once again.

He dutifully ate, the bitter beans scalding his throat again, as they went down. "Good boy, Raphie," Slash said and stroked Raphael's plastron. Raphael reluctantly churred at the touch, heat flooding his groin and his cheeks, making Slash beam. "You're such a slut, Raphie. I know you want to part your legs. Go on. Part them. Let Daddy see your hole. Good boy."

"I don't wanna," Raphael choked out, his cock straining at the cock ring and starting to leak, clearly proving he was lying and evidence that he was turned on.

"But you do. Your body does," Slash said, pushing his legs apart and ignoring Raphael's shriek of pain.

"My leg's fucked up. Ya gotta fix it. I can't be no invalid," Raphael whined. "I'm gonna get fat if ya don't fix it, so I can exercise! I'm gonna be a bloated mess."

"I know," Slash said with a large grin and bit Raphael's collarbone hard, making him whimper and tears fill his eyes. "You're going to become very fat and round, like a delectable peach, Raphie. And you'll love the changes that'll soon occur. Wonderful changes. A new generation.

Raphael sniffed and said, "What do ya mean a new generation? Ya've lost it. I can't have babies. I'm a guy and yer a guy and that ain't possible. I mean. No way."

"Yes way. Raphie, I accidentally saw your medical file and Donatello's been keeping a huge secret from you. I guess he thought you'd never have sex, so there was no reason to reveal it."

Dread bubbled in Raphael's belly and he said fearfully, "What?"

"Yer intersex, Raphie, and have both male and female parts, so want to guess what that means? My luscious breeding pet. You have ovaries and a uterus and can lay eggs. My eggs."

Understanding, Raphael's eyes green eyes flew wide in revulsion and horror. Nausea rose in his throat and he upchucked his dinner all over a revolted and pissed off Slash.

A/N Thanks for the reviews. Will Raph lay eggs? Will he accept the new changes?

Thanks to Lugia's Challenger13 for the idea that Raphael becomes gravid. This chapter's dedicated to you.