A/N Purty please tell me what you think - it helps! : ) ALL thoughts welcome. Thank you for reading!
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Was Leo really standing here? Yep. And, a green skinned Maryjane breathed all raspy bent back over one green Leo-arm. They were the same damn color. Last thing Leonardo remembered, his name had rolled off the girl's tongue and vaporized the air around him.
Leo looked in Leo's other hand. Leo thought, Donnie's flashlight!
"What?" Donnie said that!
"It's me!" Leonardo's heart triumphed!
"The fuck?" Donatello's night vision goggles powered up.
It was an accident Leo blinded his poor brother with the flashlight! Don keeled over, curse-howling like on the moors at midnight.
Wait! What was that?
The flashlight clattered away.
He was coming. A sharp, hollow noise rung around Leonardo's skull. Fucking tickled. Something hot and sticky oozed out his earhole. Checking his palm, seemed a big, nasty horsefly had been killed, or some shit.
Aw, look who got out.
"No!"
Drop it!
An eye-squinting scream faded in the turtle's head.
Maryjane fell to the floor and puddled there. That trooper didn't move a muscle. She'd survive. Dark tied up another mess, like:
Tzzzzitt, tzzzzitt!
Scooping up the flashlight, Dark got comfortable in his skin. After a nice deep breath, he rolled out those achy shoulders, and his gangster stance adjusted.
"Are you? Are you fucking with me?" Don's 'I want to believe' inquiry had to wait.
"Tell Mikey I'm inbound with the package."
Dark gathered up his floppy bunny.
"You are scaring me, Leo!"
"And, don't call me that."
Don's brain went to Vegas and stupid little question signs popped up in brother's hazel eyes. Struck dumb was a new look for him.
"Call me an ambulance."
Pretty funny, huh, Leo?
Leo?
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Belly down in the dew laden grass, naked as the day he had hatched, Leonardo was numb from snout to tail. Lethargic. This little turtle had awakened in a nightmare, or perhaps, Central Park after midnight.
Fine, blond hair spilled on Leo's shoulder. His guts knotted. But. When giant hands took all his weight, they were so warm, their hold so strangely divine.
Everything turned around.
A huge demoness pinned his shell into the earth. Fucking teeth grew out her already slashed throat. And, with each rasping word, the new mouth-slit fluttered.
"KisSSss Meee."
Leo squirmed with no escape from the hellish maw. Air! AIR! He was caving in! Piss trickled hot down his tail. Fuck, FUCK!
Moaning and gurgling, the demoness had a refined pallet for screams of desperation. She savored his pain. When her teeth clamped down, Leo was glad. Inside a hot, fleshy vacuum, Death welcomed him. Selfish to the very end.
"Not yet, baby."
Maryjane wanted her turn.
Alone. Alone in the void. Spread eagle and veins popping, Leonardo strained against a spider web. The sparkly cords dug into his flesh like tiny hacksaw teeth. "How?" He growled through the pain. Was this happening? More pain arrived.
A spider with a long, silky ponytail inspected her prey. He saw his reflection, cringing away, in her eight bulbous eyes.
So many bristly stubs, scraping over his body. "No!" The worst pair of "hands" snaked in between his thighs. "NO! Ga'agh!"
His fucking dick untailed.
Maryjane cooed and laughed, kneading his throbbed organ. "You want this."
"Fu-K'Stop!"
"Admit it." She tugged Leo's cock like she knew him.
He lubricated for her. "G'uf-Fuck you!"
"Guilty." Maryjane wrenched off his penis with a pop.
Leonardo's scream got devoured down her throat like a strand of spaghetti.
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Don had no choice, okay? Batshit was flying the coop with the poor girl slung over his shell. Hog-fucking-tied, I tell you. He had to stop that traumatized Jackass before the victim got hurt, again.
Phone raised, he yelled, "I'm calling Master Splinter!"
Leonardo skid-circled around in the dust.
The girl splat down.
Her curvy body made the same dull slapping noise on the floor, as before.
"Fucking stop that!" Don's gut sank; her skin had turned green.
His brother attacked. And, it wasn't like sparing, or when they just wanted to fuck each other up. Not Leo.
A monster pried Don's phone away.
"Dracarus." Electricity discharged through the cell and racked through the holder's body. Goodnight, Not-Leo
That bought a few minutes of peace and quiet. Bro slept like a fucking baby.
Donatello crawled to the young lady twisted on the floor. He nudged her. "I am so sorry." Checking her pulse, Donatello wished she was clean and rid of them. Was this some kinda allergic reaction? Jesus-fuck. Her face, neck, arms, fingers, through the holes in her pants, every part of her it seemed, a muted green.
He touched her dirt and blood encrusted face.
One of her eyebrows slipped off.
He screamed then gagged. Oh God Oh God. Her eyebrow skin wasn't bloody and gory underneath, but rather smooth, like she had never had eyebrows. Her tooth! Holy shit, it had healed!
Donnie scooted his tail away, backing into Leo's body. He had ruined Don's dreams. And, that confused asshole never said thank you.
This should have been step two. Scrolling through his contacts, he highlighted MASTER.
Calling.
Fuck, it was ringing. He opened his tech pack and two holographic screens appeared in mid-air. Don rubbed his palms. Time to make up with the NYFD servers. Real clean affair. Slip in slip out. The Man would never know.
"Hello?" Splinter answered.
This was all Raphael's fault.
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The Hive had given their order. Possible heart attack. The Hole in the Donut shop. Male, aged sixty-two, had CP and lost consciousness leaning against a dumpster, blah-blah-blah, here we go, again.
A donut wanted Astrid Mendoza.
Flipping the siren off, the veteran paramedic guided her rig down the alleyway. She got it, New York, it was late.
Her crewmate, Folsom, bounced along as The One Who Attends. Texting. She preferred Driving. Let him do all the diagnosing and deciding, and of course, The Paper Work. Dios!
Her brakes squeaked to a halt at the intersection in between the buildings. A metal chair propping open a backdoor. The light poured out the shop.
There were the dumpsters. No obvious body. Park. The Lead Medic stabbed the younger man with some What The Hell eyes. "Folsom!
Much like a prairie dog, he heard trouble and buried the phone for safe keeping. "Shit, sorry."
Two doors didn't slam as the pair exited the cab. The smell of fried dough came wafting out the open door. They checked the dumpsters. Couple cats mewed and scurried away.
"Anything?" The lanky EMT called over.
"Just us chickens." She circled back around to face her partner.
"Hello?" An older lady in an apron came out the door.
"Ma'am!" Folsom jogged over. "Did you call 911?"
"No! I work here." She showed her palms, covered in sugar-sprinkle-dough dust. "What happened?"
Folsum shrugged. "Can't say. Are you sure you're alright?" He raised his caring eyebrows at the granny.
The lady's friendly laughter put everyone at ease. "I'm fine. You two want to come in?"
"No, but I will." Folsom winked at his partner. "Be right back."
Diets and donuts don't mix, plus, Astrid Mendoza had packed a sensible snack. Tummy growling, she squeezed back into the driver's seat.
"Folsom checked his phone on the sly. Mendoza pizza rolled her eyes and told the stout woman leaning in the doorway. "What a waste." "Sure you're alright, sir?" The baker's groan of disappointment melted into a playful tone. "Hey, don't say that, I bet I can change your mind! Gimme a minute, yeah?" He scurried off into the shop. Getting a prank call was bad luck
She fidgeted with her engagement ring. The fat bride-to-be imagined buttons shooting off a barely affordable wedding dress. Crystal fasteners tripping the waiters carrying her four-tier wedding cake. Her mother-in-law pointing and laughing.
"Some prank, huh?
"Carajo!" Mendoza cursed at Folsom. He climbed into the cab eating a donut.
"Sorry!" Crumbs shot out his mouth while his chipmunk cheeks lied straight to her face. "I hate warm donuts."
Mendoza was lucky to have him as a partner, she'd ridden with all kinds of sphincters. "Thank you for not bringing any back."
"No problem!" He patted his almost a belly. "I just ate half a dozen."
Laughing, Mendoza clunked the vehicle in reverse and eased on the gas. "That bad, huh?"
A jarring, tinny noise made her yelp. Tires crunched on pavement. The ambulance rocked to a stop. "The hell was that?" Some trash, maybe?
Folsom was halfway out the door. "It's fine."
"'K." Her partner got smaller in the side mirror.
Astrid spied the box hidden not so carefully by Folsom. Curvy green letters. Donuts.
Breathing much too heavily, Mendoza stretched over and kept an eye on the side mirror. Mendoza grasped the box. Calories jiggled around in there! Possibly, donut holes. She had to investigate.
After wiping her mouth, she concluded she had ingested three donut holes.
"Hey, Folsom!" No answer. "Joel!" Quiet as mass on Wednesday.
Astrid climbed out. "Hey! You okay?"
Her partner's whisper. "Mendoza!"
This was enough to trigger her legs. She ran to the back of the ambulance. "I'm comin!'"
Astrid Mendoza prayed for another prank.
