A/n: Was this chapter literally just... porn? Bold move, younger me.

"On three?"

"Are you sure they won't kill us?"

"Yeah... No. But I'm willing to risk that chance."

"What could make you curious enough to risk your neck?" That sounded like Don.

"I heard Raph groan last night, and it sounded weird..." And that was Mikey, which was never a good thing to hear when you first wake up.

"He was probably just sore," Leo observed. "We did train all day yesterday."

"No no, he sounded... surprised and... it was like in the back of his throat. Here," Mikey attempted to groan in the back of his throat. He managed only a little, but it was nothing like he was trying to imitate. "Except more breathless."

"Mikey," Don said. "They were probably doing... stuff."

"Yeah, and I want to see what they were doing while they're still asleep."

My door creaked open, and I stiffened my back. Liza was curled into my chest, still sound asleep. Her shirt had ridden up in the night, just like she said it did, but she was still hidden under the covers. I'd almost sneaked a peek, but I immediately digressed from that thought. Maybe not for her sake, but for mine. I'd been stuck in this place for a while now, too afraid to move in case Liza woke up. But if Mikey was going to be curious enough to sneak into my room, then I'd have to wake her up before he could get to the covers. Hm, which was less embarrassing? Having Mikey pull the covers off of us and show Liza's chest and possibly scar more than one person, or wake Liza up with a couple of things showing and Mikey trying to sneak up on us? Maybe I could go for a third option, assuming I didn't wake Liza up while doing it.

"Mikey." I grumbled, and I heard Mikey scuffle. "Leave."

"Morning Raph," Mikey said cheerfully. He bounded up to the bed and leaned over. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Debatin' if it's worth it ta wake Liza up," I answered honestly.

Mikey stopped, trying to look past me at Liza. She was cocooned in my arms, and there were covers on both of us, so all he could see was her hair. His face visibly dropped, and he leaned back. I turned a little to see the other two, who hadn't even tried walking into my room. Leo looked worried and Don looked bored, while Mikey was excited and I was getting mad at Mikey. Some things never get old.

"Ok, I'm going to walk backward slowly," Mikey muttered, taking a small step away. I raised an eye ridge, watching him walk closer to the door.

"Really? One of them is awake and you're going to leave?" Don asked. Mikey glanced over at him and back at me. Liza stirred a little, and I lifted my arm to let her move. She shuffled closer to my hard chest, and I could feel her heartbeat. It was faster than when you're asleep, and I knew she was awake. "What were you going to do if both of them were awake?"

"Want me to make pancakes?" Mikey chimed instantly. Donnie chuckled, tugging our youngest back towards the door. "And if both of you were asleep I would have been able to investigate!"

"Until one of them woke up," Leo commented, making room Don and Mikey. He stayed in the doorway a second longer, looking like he wanted to say something. He opened his mouth, and closed it again. Without a word, he closed the door.

"Are they gone?" Liza asked. I turn back to Liza, and she was wide awake, staring up at me.

"Yeah, they are." I answered Liza shuffled around, getting farther away to stare at me easier. Her hair was a little wild on top, but one brush of her hand through it and it was laying flat again.

"Good. Now, what am I feeling under the covers?" She asked, almost teasing. I froze, watching Liza. She didn't look repulsed or annoyed, she looked curious. And I have no idea which one would have been worse.

"Uh, that's my uh... I woke up with it thirty minutes ago." I answered like I needed to have an excuse. I'm seventeen years old, I have my girlfriend in bed with me, and we went to sleep with this conversation on my mind, there wasn't much you couldn't get away with saying that.

"Has it gone down at all?" She asked curiously. "Since you woke up."

I shook my head, shifting a little to ease some of the stress. Liza glanced down as the covers shifted, and she caught on to what I was doing. I saw her pupils flex, and she parted her lips to breathe. That wasn't the worst of it, I could smell the effect this had on her.

"Can I... you know... help you... with it?" She asked hesitantly. My mouth went dry. Liza blushed enough for both of us. I would have joined her, but all my blood was situated somewhere else. Liza splayed both of her hands over my stomach, and I clenched it taut against her warm fingers. Every nerve in my body was a live wire, and Liza was plucking several of them. "May I? You kinda look like you're in pain."

"I can deal with it on my own. Jus' gotta think of dead puppies." I muttered. Liza made a face, and I had to agree. It was a horrid image, but it gets the job done. Most of the time.

"Please?" She said, her fingers tapping at my lower stomach. "I'm curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat," I said with a little smile. Liza smiled with me, her blush going down a little.

"Satisfaction brought it back to life." She retorted smartly, grinning like a cat got the canary. I felt a twinge of discomfort from my nether region, and I was glad Liza had shuffled farther away. Her hands weren't doing the same though, they were moving farther and farther down. The anticipation hurt more than actually having it for thirty minutes.

"Ya really wanna do this?" I asked seriously, trying to fight through her dancing fingers. Liza pauses, her hands stopping at the hem on my plastron. I grated my hips at the air, feeling the blankets rub teasingly against me.

"Do you want me too?" She asked. I groaned, closing my eyes. The last thing I saw before all went black was Liza looking surprised and worried.

"Yes, I do. But I don' want ya… repulsed or… running for the hills." I whispered. One of Liza's hands disappeared from my stomach, and I flinched waiting for it to land. She softly placed it on my jawline, cupping it gingerly. I squinted down at her, her warm hand like fire against my face. Liza smiled comfortingly, propping herself up on her elbow. The covers pooled in her lap and her shirt falls with it.

"I'm dating you, aren't I? I'm sitting right here next to you. I've kissed you, I sleep in the same bed as you, I deal with your brothers," She said, and I chuckled. Liza smiled a little brighter, brushing her fingers along my cheek. "Why would this be any different?"

"Because I don't have the same anatomy as a human," I answered. Liza looked surprised, like she hadn't expected that to be my answer.

"Raph," She whispered. "Do you think I would have agreed to date a mutant turtle if I expected him to be human? I know you don't have the same anatomy. You've got a tail, a plastron, a shell, you're green, you don't have to wear clothes, you don't grow hair, and your penis is hidden inside your body."

"I know that. I mean shape-wise we're not the same. An'… we have this thing… because it's internal, it's always lubricated so there isn't any chaffin'. So it's wet, and-" I mumbled out awkwardly. Liza pressed her lips to mine softly, stopping me from voicing anymore. I don't fear a lot of things anymore, but I had to admit I did fear how she would react. The simple fact that any of us actually managed to find a sane female who was willing to even touch us in a more intimate way other than friendly was a miracle. And she'd decided to stick around for several months, decided to learn who we were as a species, decided to actually say yes to dating. The fact she was kissing me right now, when I year ago I was thinking I would be a single turtle my whole life, was a miracle.

So I kissed her back eagerly, aware that she had a smaller set mouth than me. But I was used to it, I had no other experience. To me, a smaller mouth than my own was normal, five fingers that paired with my three were normal. Having to deal with hair when we ended up spooning together, or having to deal with baggy clothes was all a casual affair to me. This was new though, it was something only I had ever done, something I had only ever seen.

"Liza," I mumbled, and she pulled away to stare at me. I took a deep breath, panic eating at my stomach. It was a wonder I was still aroused with the nerves eating me. "Don't... look down. At least, not this time."

Liza smiled, and I had to wonder how she was so calm about this. But I could hear and smell the difference. She had so much adrenaline running through her, if she was any older she would be in a cardiac arrest, and her pulse was so fast I could see it underneath the scars of her neck.

"Okay." She agreed easily. She pressed her forehead to mine, staring into my eyes. I felt her fingers dance below my plastron, and I tried keeping my eyes open. But at first touch, I couldn't do it. They fluttered, and I fought to keep them open. Liza's remained unmoving on my face, but there was a look of concentration in her brow.

I clenched at the covers, giving up on my eyes. I focused on Liza's (so very warm) hands, experimenting and testing. I knew what I liked, and I felt the need to tell her, but I didn't think I could get much out. So I was stuck in a teasing loop while Liza figured it out. She teased her way to the cloaca's opening, and she searched there. A couple of seconds later a jolt of pleasure shot through me and I felt a chur in the back of my throat. Liza's hands stopped, startled at my sound. I very nearly let out a groan, but Liza did it again. She got the same response from me, and I couldn't keep myself from pressing farther into her hands.

Gaining encouragement from my noises, she worked at a more confident pace. I could feel the edge getting near, and even though it was clumsy work on both sides, she could pick up what was best. She put more pressure on the underside, and she stroked fast. She made a mistake on squeezing a bit harder at the tip, and paused to see if it hurt me. She hadn't of course.

Liza," I groaned, a low moan in the back of my throat. I turned my head into the pillows. I felt the need to warn her. "Close..."

I never noticed her hand on my jaw disappeared, or that she wormed her way past my legs. I was only given a clue when I felt hesitant fingers on the tip of my tail. I jumped, my eyes shooting open on their own volition. Liza was still staring at me, but she had a look of real concentration. It was more like she was staring through me.

"Liza?" I rumbled. She focused on me, her hands keeping a steady motion. The hand on my tail didn't travel any farther than the tip, and I had to guess and say that was as far as she could reach. It was still a double stimulus, and I was falling faster.

"Yes?" She asked nervously.

"Not in the blankets," I mumbled, my jaw locking and my eyes squeezing close again. Liza panicked a little, letting go of my tail to find something. Something rough brushed the sensitive tip, and that was what pushed me over the edge.

I bit at the pillow, my hips thrusting sporadically into Liza's hand. I tried to stay quiet, but I don't know how much I succeeded. Whatever harsh cloth she pressed over the tip of my dick stayed in place, and I was left wondering what she used. It couldn't be the covers, and she didn't move away to get something else.

Liza let go when I stopped cumming, and I could feel my penis falling back into its sheath. Liza sat up, and she wiggled a little to get something. I heard something land on the floor, and Liza snuck back under the covers. She wormed her way between my arms, and I hugged her to me. Her skin was incredibly warm, and incredibly bare against mine.

I open my eyes, peeking down at her. Liza had her head in my chest, brunette hair thrown over her face. The covers were over her shoulder, and she was burrowed in like she was cold. I unlatched one of my hands from the covers, tugging the covers down a little. Liza's shoulder was bare, where a grey t-shirt had been before was now the angry red scar. I look over my shoulder at her shirt on the floor, and realized what she'd decided to use. I couldn't figure out if I should laugh or not.

"Feel better?" Liza asked curiously, looking up at me. I turned back to her, and she was smiling. She glowed at me, like she'd accomplished something earth-shattering. Well, she did for me, but I didn't think it'd be a big thing for her.

"Yes," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips. She smiled against my mouth, kissing back wholeheartedly. I slid my arm along her bare waist, sliding around to her back. My fingers moved over her scar between her shoulder blades, holding her closer. Her hands, clean of the lubrication, cupped my jaw. She opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to coax mine to do the same.

I teased her, catching her bottom lip between mine. I had harder lips than she did, so I could hold it tight even when she tugged. She groaned lowly, tugging her lip. She glared at me, her fingers tickling the sensitive skin of my side. I let go of her lip to save my side. Liza smiled triumphantly, and she kept going for my sides.

"Liza-" I gasped.

"Hey, guys?" We stop, listening to Leo. Liza looked over my shoulder, staring at the door. She tapped my chest, and I rolled to look at him. Leo was blushing in the doorway, staring at the ceiling. "Haley's downstairs. She said something about helping with the training?"

"Spice is here?" Liza asked, sitting up. She kept the blanket up to her chest, and I could see Leo's throat constrict when he saw she was shirtless. The blush became more pronounced. "What training?"

"She's helping you with training us." Leo answered, keeping all his attention on her eyes. Liza looked confused, which probably meant Haley never told her that.

"We don't have it scheduled for today, do we?" She asked both of us.

I shrugged, reaching for my mask on the nightstand. Liza was stuck in the bed until Leo left, so I took that time to get up. I look down for any noticeable... liquids, and was surprised that there wasn't any. Liza was thorough in cleaning and catching everything, which I was grateful for. Leo could already smell what happened, I don't think he needed to see it.

"Not that I knew of. But apparently we are." Leo answered. I look over at Liza, and she was looking about as surprised as I felt. Liza then looked bored, and she laid back in bed.

"Alrighty. Leo, you're first in training. I have an idea on how to work with you." Yesterday, when Liza trained Leo, he remained mostly unaffected by his own voice. It was frustrating really, because she spent hours trying to break him, and he held strong. She finally called it quits when Mikey's stomach gave a loud growl. Leo had smiled cheekily, glad his personal training helped him. She and Don talked afterward, after he accused her of some nasty things for some of the stuff she knew about us. It was a stiff conversation from what I understood, but I hadn't been there. Don took her up to his room because it was the only one that muffled sound. And they didn't come out until Mikey cooked a late dinner and Master Splinter had practically commanded them down.

Leo smiled as he remembered his victory from last night, and he left the room quickly. Liza threw the covers off herself, and I got a quick peek at what her chest looked like. I'd seen a human female's chest before, it was hard to avoid those kinds of things when you first get on the internet, but it was an intimidating feeling looking at Liza's, because I knew that sooner or later, I'd get to touch them. I'd get to do stuff with them.

Liza paused on her way to her suit, looking over at me. She glances down at her chest, where two smooth globes rested. Each were flaunting hardened nipples the shade of pink rose petals. Under one of them was the bullet scar I knew, and under that was the infamous pipe scar. Her belly button was inwards, and I could almost swear I could see an outline of abs. But her stomach was taut, and she was getting goosebumps from the still cold February air, so I couldn't be certain. The sewers were almost never warm in the winter, and it was a blessing Donnie knew how to put in a heating system for us.

Liza shuffled her feet in a nervous way, and walked over to a dresser I put in a couple of days ago. The corner hadn't been used for much else besides occasionally a place for my weapon rack, so she couldn't complain. Liza picked out her black outfit, slipping the bra on first. As soon as she had the hooks in place I felt safer. I was in a place I knew. I walk over to Liza, wrapping my arms around her stomach. I leaned down, pressing my lips against the scar on her shoulder. Liza hummed in the back of her throat, waiting for me to let go so she could pull the shirt over her head.

"Sorry about yer night-shirt." I murmured into her skin.

"It's fine. It needed cleaning anyway." She brushed off easily, turning her head a little as I tugged her closer. "Ah, we have to train. Apparently."

I sighed heavily, releasing her. Liza covered her pale skin with her black sweater, pulling out the skin-tight pants. She shimmied out of the boy shorts she wore, her sweater low enough to cover her bottom. So I wasn't tempted to get her back in bed, I got ready myself.

"Hey Raph?" Liza said just above a whisper. I looked back over to her, waiting for her to continue. "I have a plan to break Leo, and I need you and your brothers in on it."

It caught my attention just fine, because yesterday she didn't let us anywhere near each other while in the ring. And now she wanted to use us to break my leader brother? I was already on board with her.

"Ok?" I responded eagerly. Liza turned around to look at me, and her outfit was a stark contrast to the faded cut across her cheek, brunette hair, and green eyes.

"I'll explain it to you guys. First, I need to talk to Haley and figure out why she decided to push more training so soon." She told me. I opened my mouth, ready to say something back, but I had nothing to say. I nodded, swinging my arm towards the door to say 'After you'. Liza walked ahead of me, grabbing her weapons that leaned against the wall. In a line, we walked down the stairs to face the freshly turn seventeen-year-old called Haley. Haley, for me, turned out to be that annoying sister we never had now that she was used to us. After the initial and violent disgust of us, and the even longer time it took for her to like us and have some semblance of trust, she came by as often or more often than Liza. She'd drop by with information, or to fight Leo, and other times it was to play a game with Mikey. She had two older brothers, and before they left for college they spent every waking moment that wasn't dedicated to school to fun and games. When she mentioned how much her family liked education, the high school dropout Liza called her a nerd. Don had proceeded to look up and say, "Yes?"

Yeah, that was a good time I liked to call a month ago.

Now though, there was an imminent battle with Shredder. Leo and Mikey were back to being fit, if not more so than before because of a growth spurt they went through during their healing process. Leo happily towered over me by two inches, and glared at Don who managed a nice 6'6" before deciding he should stop growing. Mikey was the runt of the bunch, but he was always like that. Shorter. And faster.

Along with growing up, we were growing out. We were physically stronger as we neared the last of our growth spurts, and each of us were gaining muscle in our own way. I had more muscle mass than my brothers, and Mikey followed a close second with me. Leo and Don were more wirey than bulky though, probably something born out of how we trained. They worked for speed while Mikey and I worked for strength. Don betted that because of our growths, the fight would be less terrifying than when we were younger, but Liza seemed to think that we were still up for a close call. And that close call comment was what loomed over us. We were stalling the battle until after spring, for some time in April or May. Yeah, I know that's still considered spring, but it was the end of our mating season. We could think again and wouldn't be as rash. To fight an enemy like Shredder, we needed to have some level-headedness.

"Spice," Liza called out at the bottom of the stairs. The Foot Soldier came out of the dojo, tucking away her weapon, a Kusari Fundo. The easiest way to explain this weapon is that it's a completely metal nunchaku, with a long chain (called Kusari) of thirty-six inches and thin, weighed ends (called Fundo). The weapon is usually in pairs like with nunchucks, and they were easy to hide, which was why they were such deadly weapons. You also needed good coordination to wield them, because the weighted ends were the most damaging parts of the weapon. Yeah, just hand them over to the Foot Soldier. It's a wonder she didn't attack Liza back when she first met us.

"Hello Sugar," Haley called back with a smile. I stare at the glaring red Foot emblem on her chest, and was struck with how different my life was yet again. Dating one of the three commanding officers of Shredder and willingly letting a Foot Soldier roam my house. I slept with these two wandering my home, and I trusted them not to kill me in my sleep. Or my brothers. I shook my head, heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Any reason you-" Liza's voice faded out as I left the living room, which a bit of a daring move. They were not the best of partners to leave alone, in fact, they fought more often than Leo and I did. It was always verbal though. None of us had to fight our way to them to break them apart yet. Really, I'm glad for it. Katanas verses Kurari Fundos? That would be a very deadly fight that I didn't think my shell could make it out of. So, let's just say I'm also happy they're on our side.

"Dude, what were you guys doing up there?" Mikey asked. "I heard some weird noises."

That light-headed mood I was in because of the successful orgasm of just ten minutes ago faded quite suddenly, leaving me dizzy. And I was left to face my curious younger brothers. Don, of course, wouldn't ask stupid questions like Mikey, but he would ask questions that would make a human the color of my mask.

The quickest way to get rid of Mikey didn't exist. The quickest way to make Don uncomfortable and make him stop Mikey did though. So, without a second to question it, I looked Mikey in the eyes and said, "We had some bedroom fun."

Don got it immediately of course, and his head ducked to the gadget that Liza wore during training. Mikey looked confused.

"Bedroom fun? You played games?" He asked excitedly. Don pursed his lips, smiling at Mikey's way of wording it. I opened my mouth, wondering how to put this lightly. And decided, screw it.

"No Mikey. Liza had fun with my-"

"Raph." Don cut in, looking up at me. I looked down at him, smiling away. "Must you?"

"Your what? Magazines?" Mikey asked. "No, those wouldn't make weird noises unless you had something dirty." Don and I stared at each other a moment longer, and Don banged his head into the table. "Oh I know, you guys were exercising!"

Donnie's shoulders started shaking, and he made a noise like he couldn't breathe. He was silently laughing. I bit my bottom lip, looking over my shoulder to see if either of the girls or Leo were there.

"No Mikey, we weren't exercising, surprisingly enough. Liz was investigatin' how my tail worked, an' got up close and personal with what came out along with it." Mikey drew dots in the air for a few seconds, and I sighed. "She was jerkin' me off Mikey."

"Raphael!" Two voices shouted. Donnie was one of the voices, and the other was from behind me. I turned around to Liza looking at me with horror. Haley wasn't with her, which I guess was a good thing. Liza's face started turning several shades of red, and I couldn't see if she was breathing or not. I bit my lip once more, my shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Oooooh," Mikey drew out, smacking himself in the head since it was now very obvious. He paused for a second, and looked around me at Liza. "Seriously? You touched that?"

Liza turned a darker shade of red, and Don finally broke. "I think that's enough questions. Uh, Liza, you wanted me to remote control this device?"

Liza took a deep breath, blinking long and slowly. She glared at me with a vibe that said "You are dead", and walked over to Don. She sat across from him, looking at the remote he was wiring to be in the same frequency as the head-gear.

"Yeah, Leo's up first for training. I'm having Spice distract him so I can get you guys in on a plan I have." She answered Don looked up, setting his work down. Mikey sat on the counter, looking quite happy to be as far from Liza and I as possible right now. I didn't dare sit down next to either of the two at the table, because Liza looked like she was willing to make me her next murder, and Don looked about ready to give me a reason to be dizzy. So I stayed standing next to the exit while Liza explained the plan to us.