#last time it was the freaking really long one with Leo dying dead and Don also trying to die dead

[writinganon1]

@cokoweee

Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up? 

TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him

can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...

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Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon. 

Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth. 

“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick. 

His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it? 

No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best. 

Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again. 

There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.

Stupid sickness. 

Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.

She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes. 

He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman. 

She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop. 

Away.

All she needed to do was get away. 

She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.

This was…

This was wrong? 

It didn’t happen this way. 

No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out. 

The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.

She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete. 

Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose. 

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor. 

“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?” 

She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing. 

Away. 

She needed to get away. 

It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away. 

He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word. 

She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass. 

She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster. 

“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.” 

The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.

Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something? 

It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog. 

“Kendra?”  

She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out. 

She wasn’t going to go out without a fight. 

Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair. 

She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally. 

“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm. 

Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.

Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing. 

It hurt. It hurt so bad. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.” 

She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud. 

Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook. 

She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation. 

Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,  

Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble. 

The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles. 

Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths. 

“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?” 

She was in the middle of dying. 

She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now. 

“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.” 

She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic. 

“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?” 

He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up. 

“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.” 

Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.

“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away. 

“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?” 

She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little 

He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?” 

She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted. 

He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room. 

He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul. 

Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms. 

Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm. 

She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm. 

“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle. 

The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her. 

“Thanks?”

He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?” 

“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static. 

“I need details.” He pressed. 

She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.” 

She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time. 

He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. “Drink.” 

She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach. 

“Are we feeling more alive?” 

She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side. 

“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.” 

“...Sorry it was for something stupid.” 

“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed. 

“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered. 

“Then neither is yours.” 

She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.

He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?” 

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. 

He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.” 

She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.” 

He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.” 

She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.” 

“Positive?” 

Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible. 

He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed. 

“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.” 

She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron. 

He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.” 

Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep. 

“Good night Tello.” She whispered.

His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair. 

She was home. And she was safe.

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squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁‍♀️

the reason why this was written is in the tags btw

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

For The Love of Shell - Chapter 34

Here is chapter 34 of my OC story. This is my baby, please read! This one has some fluff and some self indulgent smut! DON’T JUDGE ME!

Here it is if you want to start from the beginning

Chapter 34 - Dreams for All

A soft rocking accompanied by the low rumbling of a motor brought Aurora out of the heavy void that was slumber. She could feel heavy arms around her pressing her to a warm plastron with a beating heart behind it. That thought made her warm and beyond elated, they were alive, by some fucked up luck she had managed to bring them back. Even now she couldn’t wrap her head around the process behind it. But all that mattered was the four of them were alive and it was over.

Opening her eyes, she saw beautiful green pebbled skin, a pair of sun glasses and a gold chain. She had found herself in Mikey’s arms and his steady rhythmic breathing indicated he was fast asleep alongside her. Lifting up her head she winced in pain as her sore body protested the movement. Looking around with her limited mobility due to how tight Mikey was holding her Aurora saw they were in the back of the RV on the master bed and the RV was in motion. The forest rushed past them through the windows as the big rig rattled down the uneven roads.

Her hand reached up touching his cheek caressing his green skin, her finger tips running along the bottom of his orange mask. Mikey didn’t wake but moved enough to give her room to lean up and press a kiss to his sleeping lips. This was the first time she had been this close to Mikey without the action of a hug. Taking a deep breath, she took in his scent. Past the smoke aroma he surprisingly smelt a bit sweet like candy and a hint of spice, kind of like a spice cabinet would smell like.

“Hey.” She heard Leo’s familiar voice come from the door.

Turning as much as she could in Mikey’s tight grasp she saw the blue banded terrapin leaning up against the door frame his large arms crossed over his expansive chest. A sweet smile sat upon his lips as he stared at her in his younger brother’s embrace. God he was good looking.

“We didn’t know how long you’d be out and didn’t want you to wake up alone. Not sure how much you would remember, didn’t want you to think we were still up there…..dead and freak out. Don said your body went through a lot up there, your heart was beating too fast, thought you were going to have a heart attack. We’ve been taking turns lying in here with you. Mikey practically had to kick Raph off the bed when it was his turn. How are you feeling?”

Emotions began to bubble up in her chest and tears threatened to spill but she did her best to keep them under control, the danger was gone, they were safe, all of them. “Like I was hit by a truck, then ran over by a steam roller and then submerged in hardening cement before being beaten out of it with a sledge hammer. Plus, like I haven’t slept in 3 weeks. Other than that, I’m peachy. How long have I been out?”

Leo adjusted on his feet, “Eight hours. After your body gave out we went back to the Monastery and gathered our things. Soon after that the fire and rescue helicopters flew overhead no doubt to put out the fire on the mountain. They were in for a surprise, they’ll be scratching their heads for weeks trying to figure out what made that large crater. We decided it would be smart to vacate the area to avoid possible detection and headed to the RV.”

“Sensei?” she suddenly became a little anxious.

“He’s here in the RV. Wanted to be here when you woke up, said he’d hitch a ride back up to the village when we left.”

Relaxing a bit she sunk back into Mikey’s comforting arms, he shifted in his sleep pressing his mouth to the top of her head, his hot breath cascading over her hair, they were alive. “Where are we heading? And I’m guessing Donnie is driving?”

“Back to the airport, our flight leaves in six hours. And yes, Donnie is behind the wheel. Now go back to sleep I don’t think Mikey is letting you go anywhere anytime soon.” He chuckledslipping out into the front of the RV leaving her confined to the youngest turtle’s chest.

Relinquishing her halfhearted fight, she cuddled back up to Mikey closing her eyes.

Just before she slipped back under she heard heavy footsteps and the bed dipping just behind her. She recognized that scent, the spicy musk and oiled leather smell of Raphael filled her nose feeling him move up behind her wiggling his arm under Mikey’s closing protectively around her,his large palm spreading out on her still bare midriff. His warm breath fluttered her hair as it blew against the back of her neck sending a quick chill down her spine. They were alive.

“I’m glad you’re ok.” His deep voice whispered in her ear as he pressed up against her backside spooning her giving a few quick kisses to her shoulder.

Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to talk, sobs of uneven breaths followed “I wat-tched you die… I thought……. I thought I wasn’t ever….”

“Shhhhh, it’s over.” Raph tried to sooth her. “We’re here with you. We ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He cut off her shaky voice trying to sooth her.

Aurora nodded taking a deep breath calming her nerves. She was encased in between Mikey and Raph’s large bodies, Leo and Donnie were out into the front taking them back to the airport, back home. They were alive.

As she drifted in and out of sleep she hoped everything would start to be normal and now life could really start. A soft snore rattled behind her, Raphael was now asleep too. Closing her eyes once again she took a deep breath letting their smells and heart beats lull her back to sleep. They were alive.

Leo watched Raph sneak back into the bed with Aurora and Mikey, snuggling up to the back of her. Any other man who did that would have their neck severed from their body but it was a different story with his brothers. He couldn’t be jealous with them because she wasn’t just his. She was just as much theirs as she was his and each one of them belonged to her. It was a bit weird to think about, but it made sense, to them at least, an unspoken bond.

His mind shot back to several hours ago when she was dying in the demon’s arms, her life essence nearly gone lying limp in its spindly hands. Even then he could feel the pull from her, and he was happy to give himself over to her, they all were. If it meant Aurora’s survival and earths they would die a thousand deaths.

He had already come to terms with letting her go as he took his last breath, knowing it was for the best. But when he woke up and she was there in front of him literally pouring the life back into him. What happened, how was she able to bring them back? Donnie said it was surreal watching her giving them back their lives. Like something out of a sci-fi movie, which their lives had become lately. Master Yoshi wasn’t in the talking mood yet; he just kept staring back into the room that Aurora occupied. He was in some sort of shock about all of this. The only thing Leo was sure of was, it was over, the demon was gone and Aurora could have a normal life. Asuna’s words drifted through his subconscious.

“How long do you think it will be before she realizes she can never have a normal relationship with you? She’s a human Leo, you’re a nearly 7 ft tall talking turtle. You said in your dimension you must hide because the humans wouldn’t accept you. She can run about the world freely and you can’t. How do you intend to have a life with her? Marriage? Children?  Those are things you can never give her. I don’t mean to be disrespectful to you Leo, but it’s true and you know it. If you truly love her, you’ll let her go and let her have a normal life with a normal human man.”

Breaking from his fog his gaze returned to the back of the RV, she looked so happy lying between his two brothers, she seemed so happy with them. But she really didn’t know much else. They were the first friends she connected with, so she really didn’t know the companionship of normal humans with normal daily lives. One of her hands rested on Raph’s thigh and the other on Mikey’s plastron her fingers hooked on his harness. Was she really better off without them? Did they need to let her go? She no longer needed to run or hide. She was free to live her life the way she wanted and hanging out with four mutant turtles would prove to be an added hindrance to that plan. He loved her more than anything, they all did but he wanted her to be happy and live a full life. It would be selfish to keep her hidden, wouldn’t it?

The thought of losing her tore at his soul taking the very breath from his lungs. But maybe knowing she was alive moving on with her life would make the loss easier? Shaking his head, he dispelled the thoughts for now. They had just saved the world from annihilation and everyone was alright, and they were heading home. That was what he should be focusing on right now. Moving to the front of the RV he sat down in the passenger seat next to Donatello.

“She wake up yet?” Donnie asked his eyes still fixed on the road ahead of him, his one hand gripping the steering wheel keeping them from careening off the steep hill.

“Yeah she did, Mikey is still passed out and won’t let her get up and Raph just snuck back there again, that poor mattress. She said she felt like she had been hit by a truck and was still tired. So I told her go back to bed. I just hope she can with those two lug heads hogging the bed.”

Donnie was quiet for a bit biting his lower lip anxiously and the awkward silence didn’t go unnoticed by the blue leader.  

“What is it Don?”

“When Aurora was thrown into our weapons by the demon she accidently activated the go pro on my pack. I noticed it when I picked it up and saw the red light flashing on the camera. Somehow even at the angle it was sitting it recorded everything.”

Leo stared blankly for a few minutes at the headlights illuminating the road. “Did you watch it?” he nearly whispered his heart beat starting to rise.

“Just a few seconds of it, I figured we should watch it together. I don’t think I’ll want to watch it more than once. I mean we have our deaths on camera, gods Leo, we died. I just…..We should watch it together and then delete the footage.”

“Agreed.” Leo looked back at Master Yoshi and his eyes were finally turned away from the back room and to the windows watching the sun beginning to rise in the distance.

“Has he said anything about it yet?” Donnie asked.

Leo knew he was talking about Master Yoshi, he shook his head. “No, hasn’t talked too much. He’s just waiting for Aurora to come out of that room. I think us lying with her is freaking him out a bit.” Leo let a chuckle slip past his lips. Donnie joined him giving him a sly grin.

“He has no idea how strong our bond really is?” Donnie snorted taking a swig of the coffee they had gotten at the first gas station they saw for the genius. “Not gonna lie though, I wish I had a chance to lay back there with her. After everything I have a strong urge to be next to her, like I’m sure the rest of you do. Feeling a bit left out, you guys need to learn how to dri…..” a yawn interrupted the genius’ sentence. Rubbing his eyes he looked over to Leo, “Drive.” He finished abruptly the white of his eyes a bit red from exhaustion.  

“Hey, let’s pull over for a bit, you’ve been driving for hours with no sleep and we’re almost there anyways. Let’s get a couple hours of sleep before we catch the flight.” Leo rested his hand on Donnie’s shoulder and gave it a quick pat.

Donnie squinted at the road and agreed, he was having trouble keeping his eyes open and it would be foolish to survive what they just did to die in a car crash. After a few miles they pulled into a grocery store parking lot and parked in the back. Leo and Donnie pulled a few cushions from the couch and laid them on the ground next to each other. They motioned for Master Yoshi to take the bed where the kitchen table was and they laid down for a few hours.

Aurora woke to the sound of silence and the RV unmoving. They must have stopped for a few hours for some shut eye, poor Donnie. Finding herself free enough from Mikey’s arms she inched clear sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking down at her stomach she saw the darkening bruises that covered from her hips to the hem of her bra. Pressing her fingers into the purplish flesh she hissed at the discomfort.

Carefully getting up so she didn’t disrupt the two large turtles sprawled on the bed she headed out into the main cabin. Sensei was asleep on the bed that was once the table and she found Leo and Donnie sprawled out on a few cushions on the floor they had stolen from the couches. To her delight they were both surprisingly close to each other. Tip toeing over, she crawled in between them cuddling up next to Donnie who she hadn’t been able to see yet.

Donatello’s eyes fluttered open feeling someone press into his body and looked down at Aurora nestled in his arms. A smile pulled at his lips and drew her mouth to his stealing a kiss. Even such a simple innocent thing made Donnie’s cheeks redden and his pulse quicken. Her fingers ran just under his purple mask enticing goose bumps across his green skin. Breaking the kiss her violet eyes sparkled with something he hadn’t seen before in her eyes. He couldn’t quiet place it. But having her there between him and Leo felt right and brushed it off.

Lowering her head back down she rested the palm of her hand to his plastron just above his heart finding the strong heart beat. Taking in air she took the time to smell Donatello getting to know his scent. He smelt of motor oil and pine, like a cool spring morning in a pine forest. It was very calming.

Rustling came behind her and the warm body of Leonardo pressed up against her back, his arm moving to her side tracing lazy trails with his finger tips instantly erecting a fine layer of goose bump down her back. His warm lips pressed to her shoulders and the tip of his tongue made a wet line up the back of her neck. Taking her other hand she reached around running it over Leo’s arm pulling it around her waist. Her head still resting in the crook of Donnie’s arm and his other draped over her back all three fell back to sleep.

As her mind began to rouse Aurora could feel the warmth of skin, hands running along her arms down to her breasts dipping down to her to torso, fuck it felt good. Her mind was a muddy warm mess feeling those hands caress her flesh with tender care, more than one pair of hands! Jesus!

Opening her eyes Leonardo and Michelangelo were both above her, their three fingers hands caressing her naked skin eliciting goosebumps across her bare flesh. Warm lips descended to her neck making her involuntarily moan as they left a warm wet trail along her jugular. Purple tails of Donatello’s mask brushed past her face as his mouth continued down to her collar bone his tongue dragging across the hollow of her throat. Then hands at her inner thighs pushing them apart and Raphael’s red banded head emerged between her legs his signature smirk just inches from her exposed core. How did she become naked? His honey colored eyes sparkled with sinful thoughts as he blew his sweltering breath against her entrance making her back arch at the delicious sensation. Wide eyed Aurora gasped as Leonardo’s lips latched around one of her pebbled nipples and Mikey’s connecting with the other a few seconds later, their wicked tongue swirling around the base before enclosing around the areola.

“Guys?” she cried out her breath catching in her throat as Raph’s tongue dove into her wet folds dragging his long tongue up her core and to the sensitive jewel at the hood of her sex. “Jesu-s-s Raph! Fuck! W..what’s going on? Why…?” She unintentionally mewled just before Donnie’s mouth crushed over hers silencing her voice. His lips parted to urge hers open allowing his tongue slip between her lips giving him access to the warm cavern of her mouth. When she obliged the genius he growled deepening the kiss taking what little oxygen she had in her lungs. Holy shit he was a good kisser!

“We love you Aurora and we know you love us. Whatever happened up there on that mountain cemented the notion that we are yours and you are ours. We know you want this, let us take you and make you ours.” Leo whispered against the cooling moister from his mouth on her aching breast. He blew hot breath over the tip making her arch her back at the electric feeling.

Donatello’s mouth left hers trailing down her jaw line back to the side of her throat sucking in the tender flesh of her neck between his teeth clamping down softly marking her.  “I……Donnie.” She cooed lifting her chin giving him better access. Then the sudden loss of warmth at her mound made her aware Raphael’s mouth had left her over sensitive core. Looking down between her legs Raphael’s large form snaked up her body his freed erection bobbing with his powerful movements. It was huge, a bit bigger then Leo’s. What was happening? Was she going to allow this? Was Leo? Her hands bunched the blankets below her feeling Raph’s hot phallus brush up the inside of her thigh. They all wanted to….. all four of them wanted her? The thought of it sent blood and heat straight to her core; her lips were absolutely throbbing with need.

“I wanna mark you inside and out, I’ve wanted to since the beginning.” Mikey groaned into the soft mound that was stuffed in his wide beak.

“I wanna be inside you and make you cum on my cock, Aurora. I wanna feel your walls around me as I fuck you. We all wanna fill you with our cum, marking you as ours.” Raphael growled grabbing his thick member lining it up at her wet entrance and pushed forward gently. As the tip spread her swollen lips sinking into the tight heat Raphael closed his eyes growling low in his chest.

Despite his massive size his entry was smooth and delicious, his warm balls touching just below her sex as he filled her to the hilt. He grunted softly pressing forward kissing the entrance of her cervix with his spongy helm.

Just as she cried out Donatello’s mouth slanted over hears again silencing her rambling moans. Pouring her excitement down Donnie’s throat, she arched up as she took every inch of Raphael’s engorged length, stretching her, drawing her almost to climax with the single movement. He stilled letting her get use to his girth, his breathing raged and labored trying to regain control.

“Fuck, yerso tight.” He panted gripping her hips pulling back and thrusting forward in a slow languid motion getting a broken cry deep within her throat. Engrossed by the overwhelming sensation of Raphael embedded within her Aurora almost didn’t feel Leonardo’s hand work its way down her belly his fingers finding the bud at the apex of her thighs. With light circles his fingers began a delicate pressure helping her climb to her rushing climax.

Raphael started a steady rhythm within her his hips snapping forward with lustful urgency. “God, I love you.” Raph muttered breathlessly as the snapping of his powerful hips became more unhinged and animalistic.  

Small grunts escaping between his clenched teeth and the throb of his engorged member inside her indicated Raphael was close to his end. His callous hands adjusted her hips angling her canal just right feeling the bulbous tip of his cock brush against the bundled knot of nerves at the roof of her sex igniting the fire in her belly sending her over the edge her hands gripping Leo and Mikey’s shoulders.

Breaking the kiss with Donatello she cried out as she went ridged her back arching pressing her breasts further into Leo and Mikey’s hot impatient mouths. With her spasming walls she heard Raphael curse under his breath faltering his pace bringing Raphael to his thunderous completion slamming the tip of his pulsating shaft to her cervix filling her with hot jets of his boiling essence, his guttural rumble filling the small space sending the vibrations of it directly into her chest.

Lost inside her head riding out the mind numbing orgasm she was overwhelmed by all four of them pressed against her in some way, stealing away every bit of rational thought she had left. She could feel the heat of Raphael as he flooded her insides, Leo and Mikey’s mouth still attacking her breasts and Donnie drinking down her screams as she came crashing back to earth, back to her body.

That just happened and surprisingly she was fine with it, more than fine actually. What was wrong with her? What was this change in dynamic between them? She wanted more.

“Aurora.” She heard Leo call over Raphael and her erratic heavy breathing.“Aurora, wake up.” Again, he called a bit more concerned. Looking over to Leo his eyes shown down on her his smile wide and full of love. “Are you ok?” his hands went to her stomach shaking her.

With jolt she woke up still nestled in between Leo and Donnie both looking down at her with amused confusion.

“Someone having a good dream?” Leo mocked her running a stray finger across her bare abdomen. She jumped slightly still sensitive from her apparent overstimulating dream. That was a very vivid dream, she could still feel Raphael between her legs and their wet mouths on her. She pressed her knees together quelling the unspent desire.

“Yeah, you really didn’t want to wake up.” Donnie laughed lying back on the cushions running his hand over his face trying to wake himself up. Truth was he was trying desperately to control the growing erection between his legs. The sounds of her soft moans and breathless sighs got him going. Breathing though his nose he thought about complex equations bringing his mind away from the ever rising images in his head from his dream of her naked below him, stuffed to the brim with his cock, crying out as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. He could still hear her gasping his name her nails digging into his green scaled skin. Damn it, that didn’t help, calm down Don! Ever since she had brought them back from death his mind had been filled with inappropriate thoughts about Aurora. She was Leo’s, his older brother who he loved very much and would never betray. But by the gods he wanted to kiss her pink flushed lips so bad right now. What he wouldn’t give to know what she had just dreamt about.

Raphael woke with a raging hard on, his mind filled with the delicious images of his stimulating dream with Aurora. It was so real, he could still see her above riding him, her velvety walls gripping him like a glove as he watched his ridge member sliding in and out of her willing body. Her hands interlocked with his helping her move up and down on his shaft bringing her to the brink of oblivion. Her lips parted whimpering his name as she came undone around him soaking his lower plastron.

“Fuck.” He whispered pressing down on the tent he was pitching in his pants. Looking down in between him and Mikey Raph found her sleeping form gone. Just Mikey beside him mumbling in his sleep his obvious erection pressing against the fabric of his shorts as well.

“Hey numb nuts! Wake up, yer pitchin a tent!” Raph yelled smacking his younger brother in the plastron jolting him awake.

Mikey’s hands raised up in the air in surprise being so rudely awoken from his marvelous dream, “Dude! I was in the middle of something and you ruined it!”

“From the looks of it, it was a good dream.” Raph nodded towards the bulge in his brother’s pants.

Mikey suddenly felt self-conscious cupping his morning wood and looked down sighing in relief seeing Aurora gone. The awkwardness of his raging boner was averted.

Raph watched his younger brother’s reaction and put two and two together. He wasn’t the only one having an elicit dream about their kunoichi. His mouth opened in a thunderous roar of laughter, “You little sexual deviant! You were having a wet dream about Aurora!”

Mikey’s eye went wide and immediately jumped to his large brother covering his mouth with his hand muting his loud cackling. “Shhhh brah! I don’t want Leo to know! It was the first one I’ve had with her in it. Ever since yesterday being brought back from the brink it’s all I can think about.”

Raphael finally calmed himself down pushing Mikey from him and patted his younger brother on the shoulder. “Don’t worry little bro, you’re ain’t alone in this.” Raph lifted his hand showing he wasn’t the only one with a stiff problem.

“You too?!”

“Yeah, was a good one too, of course I woke up before I could finish. But the sweet memory of her cuming from my cock will be stored in my spank bank for quite a while.”

“Yeah tell me about it, some big lug ruined it for me.” Mikey glared daggers at Raph tapping the tip of his restrained erection with his green digit. His eyes cast down at the floor suddenly his mood shifting, “We shouldn’t be thinking about her that way bro, she’s Leo’s girl.”

“Fuck that Mikey, I know we all love Aurora but yes only Leo gets to be intimate with her but fuck if I’m not going to enjoy my dreams with her. It’s all I have. Besides I can’t control what I dream about and neither can you.

Soon Leo’s voice filtered from the other room calling out for Aurora. Raph and Mikey looked at each other and darted out into the living space of the RV. Finding Aurora between Donnie and Leo, they had just woken her up from a dream.

“Someone having a good dream?” Leo smiled down at her.

“Yeah you really didn’t want to wake up.” Donnie laughed lying back down on the cushions him and Leo had pulled from the couches.

Raph couldn’t help but notice the small bulge between the genius’s legs he was failing to control, looks like him and Mikey weren’t the only ones. Then his eyes laid upon Aurora as she looked at each brother and her cheeks noticeably flushed. Scenting the air, he could smell her arousal, she had a dream as well, interesting. He wondered if Leo had one too? “Everything ok in here?” he asked nonchalantly stepping up to the fridge pulling out an orange crush.Thankful his erection had gone down enough to go unnoticed.

“Yeah, we’re ok. Aurora was having a dream, that’s all.” Leo smiled assisting her to a sitting position. His smile soon fell finally noticing the darkened pattern of bruising covering her exposed stomach. His hand reached for the purplish skin, but her palm quickly swatted it away.

Aurora got to her feet and moved to her bag pulling out a long sleeve shirt pulling it over her head covering the dark bruises, hiding them from their worrying gaze. She could still feel the heat at her cheeks and pressed the back of her hands to her face trying to calm her anxiety. She had just had a sex dream with all the turtles, her lower belly coiled at the memory.

That’s when she noticed Sensei was gone, the bed returned to the kitchen table again. She looked around quick maybe she had just missed him, but the door opening sent every one of the turtles scampering to the back of the RV slamming the bedroom door shut leaving Aurora alone in the main room.

“Real stealthy guys! And you call yourselves ninjas?” she laughed watching Master Yoshi climb into the RV his arms filled with food. Alleviating some of the wonderful smelling food from his arms Aurora set several boxes on the counter. The bedroom door slowly opened, and the turtles filed out into the kitchen their noses guiding them.

“Sorry I left so early, but I know a friend in this town who has a restaurant and you have another hour before you have to be at the airport.So, I called him and asked for a feast worthy of earths mightiest heroes.”

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