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This is entirely a work of fiction. None of the characters exist (well, I don't think so). Sam and Max are copyrighted to Steve Purcell. The TMNT are copywrited to Mirage Studios. You must be [insert legal age to view pornographic material in your country here] to view this. This work is coded as follows: m/m, m/m/m/m. You may reproduce and distribute this lemon anywhere, as long as you follow these guidelines:

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Author's Comments: This story didn't go as planned. At all. As long as it is, it was supposed to be a lot longer. There was supposed to be more of a plot, and at least one more sex scene. So what happened? They say that lack of inspiration is the artist's worst nightmare, but I'll do one over: boredom. I got bored with this fic, bored with the sex. I had trouble even finishing the last scene. I still think it's an ok fic, but the last scene isn't so great and it all ends very abruptly. But I figured that releasing something would be better then releasing nothing.

So, why Sam and Max meet the TMNT? I had enjoyed my previous S&M fic, and had always wanted to do the Turtles, but never got around to it. As a sex fic writer, that makes it one more thing I can check off my list.

So, you might wonder, are the TMNT wearing their shells? It's a question which plagued me in the beginning and one of my sex scenes shows that. I looked at a lot of TMNT porn and they managed to do well even with the shell. And then, I just decided that as a written medium, I didn't have to care about it. So for the end scene, you choose how you want to see it.

Once in a while, I get in the spirit of writing porn, and this story ends this cycle. Don't expect anything new anytime soon. But if you want to write to me, I'd be happy to read and reply. You may contact me by e-mail at [email protected], ICQ: 11722319, Yahoo Messenger: bahamutdragons, MSN: [email protected] (don't use as e-mail) or AIM: BahamutSDragons.

Hope you enjoy.

Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers

She was trapped in the dark alleyway like a rat at a dead end in a maze. On one side towered a hard and cold stone wall, surely the foundations of some corporation which only purpose was to feed on the poor people of New York and milk them for every cent they're worth. A legal criminal organisation like so many. But such a potential organisation was the last of her worries as the three thugs honed in on her, wielding chains and lead pipes.

She turned to face them, the fear in her eyes absolute. At age twenty-two, the lady was already a hottie and had the brains to go with the body to boot. When she had moved to the big city, her parents had warned her about being alone at night. But she had only known the safe haven of her hometown and had let innocence get the best of her. Now her purse was the least of her worries as the thugs lewdly licked their lips in anticipation. They were the kings of the night and knew no hero would come to save the damsel in distress.

Out of desperation, she threw her purse at them, which the right thug easily caught. "Here! It's all I have! Please, leave me alone!" But they only laughed.

"Not before we get our fun," the bandit replied as he threw the purse behind his shoulder. It would never touch the ground.

Numerous things then happened at once. The young woman crouched, trying to protect herself. The thugs took only one step further and all three were kicked to the side. Surprised, they found themselves face to face with giant, man-sized turtles, all four ready for action with the purple bandana wearing one holding the purse in his three fingered hand. But the criminals had heard of the legends and soon they were back on their feet, weapons drawn and ready to strike.

However, without the ninjutsu training the four brothers had, the fight was over before it even began. The turtle holding the purse placed it on the large dumpster on which he was standing and as if on cue, the mutant teenagers leapt forward, weapons ready. Metal clashed against metal as the silent heroes struck down the criminals. Soon, they were out cold and ready to be picked up by the police after an anonymous call would be placed.

It would take a long moment before the woman would dare open her eyes and by then, her rescuers would be long gone. But she would always cherish the second chance she had been given by her mysterious saviors and would live the rest of her life in a safer fashion.

The next day, but in a different part of the world, freelance police Sam and Max were in their office, laying lazily in their chairs with their feet on their desks as a small fan blew at full speed, turning first to the dog and then to the lagomorph. The day before, they had foiled the plot of a dangerous madman bent on using solar power to dominate the world. But their success came at a price as the doomsday device exploding created a massive heat wave over the city. Scientists had assured that the heat would subside but it would nonetheless take many days. And in the meantime, neither makeshift investigator could muster the energy to do anything, let alone stop crime. They couldn't even take popsicles out of the freezer without them melting on the spot.

"Damn fur coat!" Max bursted suddenly. He bounced around the room, scratching and pulling his fur. "Shave me Sam! Skin me! Take it all off!"

"Now now little buddy," the dog replied in his usual cool demeanor. "We both know that having you shaved and skinned never resolved problems before. Remember when Duke Cavadre used his death ray against you and you turned into a savage skeleton? I still have your teeth marks on my behind."

"I guess you're right, but hey, at least we got a good T-shirt logo out of it."

But every word was a chore to pronounce. Max fell lying down on the floor as the duo turned back silent. And just as they were going to suffer silently some more, the phone rang, bringing about the very foreseeable plot twist which would move this story forward.

"I'll get it," Max said without much enthusiasm as he extended his arm towards the general direction of the distant phone. Once he failed to reach it, he simply shrugged. "Oh well, I tried." Which left Sam with his regular phone answering task.

"Hello? Yes? Yes? Ah! You don't say. Holy coating of wax on a soldier's boots, we're on our way." He turned to his partner as he hung up the phone. "That was the commissioner Max. There's been a group of vigilantes causing ruckus and we have to go stop them.

"Aw, but I don't want to get up. It's too hot outside."

"Don't worry little buddy, the commissioner is sending us to get them in the big city."

Intrigued, Max jumped to his feet. "You mean... Washington D.C.?"

"Nope"

"Chicago?"

"Un un."

"Los Angeles?"

"Getting colder."

"Austin?"

"Afraid not."

"Miami?"

"I would have preferred."

"Tokyo?"

"Too far."

"Duckberg?"

"Not this time."

"Shelbyville?"

"I wish."

"Pleasentville?"

"They banned us, remember?"

"Gotham City?"

"Wrong vigilante."

"Quahog?"

"Maybe later."

"Robotropolis?"

"Too apocalyptic."

"Angel grove?"

"They have their own heroes."

"Baldur's Gate?"

"I left my sword in my other suit."

"Bedrock?"

"Perhaps another time."

"Smallville?"

"Wrong state."

"Mos Eisley?"

"Wrong planet."

"Zion?"

"Wrong time period"

"Liberty City?"

"Almost..."

"New York?"

"Yup."

"Oh boy! Cooling off, sight seeing and a license to destroy. It's like a vacation!" Max shouted as he leapt to the door, soon followed by his canine friend. Minutes later, their trusty Desoto was hitting the highway. Max lowered his window to feel the cool wind against his face. As they got further and further from the city, the temperature lowered to more acceptable levels. The lagomorph found himself passively enjoying his new found comfort, simply relaxing, eyes closed, almost ready to fall asleep. But a full fourty-four seconds later, his eyes popped side open and he uttered those famously dreadful words.

"Are we there yet?"

"Not yet little buddy, we still have an undetermined amount of time left before we arrive."

"But I'm soooooooo bored!" the rabbity-thing pouted. And then, he had a glimmer in his eyes. "I know what we could do," he said in a mischievous tone. One glance to the side left no doubt in Sam's mind what his friend was thinking.

"Car sex? I don't know, we've already done that before..."

"But we can do this differently! There's a highway this time and you could make me drive while I sit on your lap. Pleeeeeeease?" Sam glanced over and found his horny friend on his knees.

"Well I guess..."

But Max was faster then his friend's mouth. In the second that the dog had started approving, Max was already on the driver's side, crouched between his partner's legs, pulling his pants down and revealing the tender red meat of his growing cock. He could hold no longer as the arousing musk reached the rabbit's nostrils. With no further ceremony, he took the cock whole in his mouth, surprising Sam enough to tense up and accidentally skid the car to the left, almost causing an accident. But Max was oblivious to the danger or perhaps even excited by it. He lapped the juicy pole like candy, rubbing the canine's inner thighs with his hands. Sam's arms flailed about uncontrollably and caused mayhem on the road, which was all but ignored by the two anthropomorphic lovers.

Once the doggy cock felt nice and hard in his mouth, Max felt ready to move on to the next level. He let the pole slip from his mouth with a slurp noise and turned his back on it. Then, he flexed his knees, carefully aimed and jumped backwards, his tail hole a tight fit as the massive shift slid right in. Out of sudden struggle, the car seat slid down and Sam found himself comfortably resting on his back, starring at the open blue sky, his foot on the gas petal and his tight little buddy on his member. All that was left was to enjoy the good times. He put his hands behind his head and awaited his fate from his lover.

Max was ecstatic. Not only did he have massive malehood deep in his surprisingly tight bunnyhole, but he got to drive the Desoto to boot. The rabbit used his feet as leverage and started bouncing up and down on the cock, foregoing the slow preliminaries to go to the rough lusty thrust he craved so much. For every push he felt the familiar but never tired mix of pain and pleasure, the filling sensation and the unquenchable thirst for more. Like a mad man, Max thrust his hips up and down on the shaft, making Sam pant heavily as the dog's foot became heavier on the accelerator forcing Max to avoid the traffic as he could.

The dog suddenly grabbed the smaller bunny by the hips and brought him closer to his furry chest, increasing the pumping momentum and sending the car out of control. By pure luck, Max's feet still reached the steering wheel and as his friend jammed his thick member in and out of him, his thrashing legs still managed (but barely) to keep the car on the road, zigzagging among the rather confused, disgusted and especially afraid other travelers. His strong hand found its way to the lagomorph's own member and he started striking it with the same passion as his own push.

It didn't take long for the dog to find his threshold and try as he might to keep it from crossing it, the pleasure of his nymphomaniac friend was too intense to ignore. With a loud outcry, the dog released his sperm deep inside the rabbit's hole. He could feel the juices flow around his member as Max couldn't quite contain it all, which made his cock a tad slicker, easing the additional pushes he gave.

Max took matters back into his own hands. He could feel his own orgasm close but needed further encouragement. With his friend's cock now getting softer, he turned to his friend, his eyes glowing with lust. With the steering wheel now free, the car found itself slipping to the right of the road and hitting the end of a guard rail with enough strength to send them both backwards into the vehicle. As the car lost its throttle, it found its way on an empty gravel road. Inside, Max found himself right in front of his doggy mate, his plugging his mouth like a bib.

The bumpy path shook the whole car and its passengers with it, making Sam's head bob up and down the rabbit's love shaft. But it wasn't enough and Max wrapped his legs and around the dog's head humping it relentlessly. The release hit like a crashing dam and his sperm flowed into the pleased mouth. Numerous jets of warm milk shot into Sam who drank it all. As Max felt his lust satisfied for now, the car came to a gentle halt on a tree.

Both mates panted heavily, Max lying on his friend like on a bed and smiling as ever. But the passive rest wouldn't last long as the freelance police needed to get back to the road and to their destination. It wouldn't be long before like a child, the small rabbit uttered the vile words once more:

"Sam, I'm bored! Are we there yet?"

Finally, after what seemed to Max like forever but was only an undetermined amount of time, the blazing skyscrapers appeared in the distance.

"Here we are Max. New York, New York."

"Hey Sam. If New York is in New York, how come Washington isn't in Washington?"

"Some mysteries are better left unresolved little buddy."

As the big city became closer and closer, the Desoto found itself progressing slower and slower as it got tangled with the heavy traffic. The freelance police quickly found themselves in a cacophony of car horns and angry workers trying to get home.

"This could take a while," the dog said to no one in particular. "Better go see what the vigilantes are up to."

And as if on cue, miles away from the bridge in the damp and comfortable sewers of the Big Apple, the four turtles sneezed in unison. They looked at each other in confusion, shrugged and returned their attention to the television show. On screen, their human friend April O'Neil, star reporter of the Channel 6 news, was interviewing a woman who had been attacked the night before and saved by unknown heroes. They cheered as she thanked her saviors from the bottom of her heart and couldn't help but crying her relief.

"But while these heroes are helping make the streets of New York a safer place," she continued in a segment recorded separately, "the police doesn't seem too happy with citizens taking the law into their own hands." The scene changed in front of the police department as a policeman tried to avoid the reporter as he could.

"Captain Mitchell, this woman would have been mugged or worst had the heroes not appeared. Are you saying they should have ignored the crime?

"I have no comment Mrs. O'Neil," the captain said as he entered his patrol car under the boos and empty soda cans thrown at the screen by the turtles. April ended her segment with a remark about letting the viewers choose if the covert vigilantes were indeed heroes or just miscreants.

"Can you believe this guy?" Raphael said as he jumped up, feeling the anger all through his body. "He can't defend the city and criticises those who do!"

"Calm down Raphael," Leonardo said as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "They're just afraid that people will start going out into the streets and try to do things themselves, which would make things a lot worst."

"Leo is right," Donatello said as he got up. "Crime fighting should be left to the professionals. If they knew who we are..."

"It wouldn't make a difference," Raph replied. "The police think that they're the only ones who have the ability to stop crime. I would have liked to see them against Krang and Shredder, or even Bebop and Rocksteady. They wouldn't stand a chance!"

"What do you think Mikey?" the purple masked ninja asked as he turned to the still silent fourth member of the group. But Michelangelo had not followed the conversation and instead had his whole attention set on the cartoon which had replaced the reporter.

Donny shook his head. He could always count on Raphael to get heated up about things, Leonardo to try to calm everyone down and Michelangelo to be left in his world. In a way, it was the balance the turtles formed as a family, different from one another and complementary. When they stood as one, no obstacle could stand in their way. But now was probably more of a solitary time. Even team members needed time alone after all.

"Well I better get back to my lab," Don finally said. "That hyperdermal transmodulator won't build itself."

"I'm going to do... something," Raph said as he left in an opposite direction. In the case of the red bandana ninja, 'something' usually meant either fighting or training. It was the only things which put his mind to rest. Leo left also, to Splinter's inner sanctuary. It was the only place in the lair where he was sure to find the peace he wanted for mediation, since they had padded the walls at Splinter's request. Shrugging, Mikey remained on the couch and continued watching his show.

An hour later, Don rubbed his arm on his forehead, removing the sweat from his brow. He had been working on the device for a long time and after many failures, he was confident that his last adjustment had done the trick. Now all that remained was to charge a battery pack and try it out, which would still take another hour, but at least he could breathe now. In his exhilaration, he failed to notice the stealthily approaching ninja behind him.

"Guess who," he heard whispered to his ear as the turtle grappled and immobilized him from behind. Raphael had waited until Don had nothing in his hands or anything fragile nearby to make his move. Donny struggled for a moment but although he was in no way weak, his fighting skills couldn't compare to Raphael's.

"What do you want," he asked in a resigned voice.

Raphael flipped him around and slammed Donnatello against the stone wall of the room, his shell absorbing all the impact as expected. "You know what I want," he whispered back. And the trapped turtle's eyes widened as he understood.

Raph and he had a history together. In the past, when the red masked turtle had issues with the group and Leonardo in particular, Donnatello was often the one who did damage control and reunited them. Mikey tried as well but his naturally cheerful and carefree attitude didn't help the situation much. One such night, Raph was particularly heated up and fought with Don in some dark corner of the sewers. Again, he managed to best the purple turtle and immobilize him against a wall. And then in a surprising twist, Raphael had kissed Don.

They had not spoken of the incident since, but Don had at times noticed fleeting looks from his brother. And they troubled him.

"Raph, you can't do this. You're cheating on Leonardo! When he learns about this..."

But Raph only laughed. It was true that Leo and him were now an item, despite (or perhaps thanks to) their rivalries. Somehow, between a fight and a dark soggy sewer, love had bloomed between the two. On the surface, it was a forbidden love but they didn't care. They certainly were not humans. Besides, you didn't choose love, it chose you. But Raph wasn't worried about what his lover might think.

"Oh come on Don. I'm not afraid of Leo learning about me meeting you here because he already knows."

"You told him?" he asked, surprised as ever.

"Of course not."

"Then how do you know?"

"Because he's Leo."

It shouldn't have been enough of an explanation, but it was. Leo was their leader because he embodied Raph's skills, Don's smarts and Mikey's lightness. Raphael could never have fallen for someone who couldn't be on par with him in a brawl and Leo was certainly his equal in many ways. He might be a tad weaker in strength and hand to hand combat, but he was more inventive then the red turtle, which came in use in other ways as well. And Raph just knew that although they never talked about it, Leo knew that he looked at Don once in a while and that there was an untold lust between them. And Leo had to expect something like this to happen sooner or later.

Their faces were close and Don could feel his "brother's" hot breath on his skin. But he didn't know what to do or to say. He knew that no matter what happened now, Raph would always return to Leo, his only love. Yet Donnatello couldn't shake off the heat he felt in this very moment, with Raphael so close to him, touching him with his strong arms.

Raphael braced his leg between his captive's legs and started to rub with his knee. Donny bit his lower lip. His shell didn't protect the important parts of him and he felt the sensation arousing. The rebellious turtle knew how to make him succumb to his charm, how to take his time, that every move he made could be timed perfectly to control Donny. He leaned in and their lips meet. Moments before, the purple turtle might have rejected him, but not now. Donnatello passionately devoured his lover's tongue. Raph immediately followed the rhythm.

At the same time, Leonardo had finished his meditation séance and now ironically longed for some rest. Meditation calmed his soul, but it certainly didn't do much for entertainment. In that respect, Mikey had the right idea. He found the playful turtle right where they had left him, on the couch in front of the television. Unsurprisingly, he had a slice of pizza in his hand and an open box in front of him. Leonardo casually joined him, taking a slice from the box before crashing on the sofa as he often did after his meditation.

Mikey was watching some badly dubbed Japanese show about a man and his spandex power armor fighting giant aliens. Leonardo didn't really care about what was on screen though, he just enjoyed turning his brain off once in a while, despite what his brothers might think.

Sometime later, the turtles had finished their pizza and Michelangelo was just aimlessly zapping from channel to channel. He came upon an 80s action movie which had just started and decided to stick with it. Leo didn't mind and he just lay comfortably in the corner of the couch. During the first commercial, Mikey got up and grabbed a soda, throwing one to Leo as well. As he sat back on the couch however, instead of returning to his corner, the orange masked turtle laid against his brother. Leo probably should have been surprised, perhaps he should have pushed him away. It would have been a natural attitude for a brother to push a cuddling brother away. But he didn't. He never did. Instead, he held his soda in one hand and wrapped the other around Mikey.

The first time this had happened, Leonardo had in fact been confused. He didn't know what to make of his brother's action and had almost pushed him away. But he remained unmoving instead, trying to think about what was happening. He thought of Raphael and how the turtle would react to Mikey moving in on his turf. And the more the more he thought of Raph, the less tense he felt until finally he wrapped an arm around his brother. He had taken another step in his relationship and now understood his brother better. He knew Raphael wouldn't mind him being with the playful turtle like this. Raphael was competitive and territorial, but didn't consider Leonardo 'his', at least not to a degree to take away his freedom like this. And as he further thought it through, Leonardo realised that Raph probably had something physical going on with Donnatello as well. But he didn't mind. On the contrary, he grinned as he realised just how weird his family actually was.

Michelangelo didn't have such a complicated process. He had lain against Leo because he wanted to. He respected Leonardo as a leader and an elder, and he felt safe with him. Even if the blue turtle was in a relationship with Raph, he still wanted to cuddle against him, even if it only was his hard shell. But as he soon learned, and certainly enjoyed, shells were meant to be taken off.

As Raphael was getting closer to his uncomfortable brother, Leonardo and Michelangelo silently removed their shells, set their sodas on the table and cuddled closer. One would have been surprised to see the usually so active turtle rest so peacefully against his big brother. It wasn't a façade either, as Michelangelo enjoyed this time and so did Leonardo. But it was also the first step to things going further.

Already, Leonardo's cock was starting to harden before his brother's very eyes and he felt the familiar tingle of anticipation in his stomach. Silently, he moved one of his hands from the chest down to the crotch area and started rubbing shaft and balls. He enjoyed playing with the cock, feeling his hands arousing his mate and making him stiffer by the second. A drip of precum was forming on the head, announcing the next step.

Back in Donny's lab, Raphael and he had slipped to the floor on an old mattress the inventor sometimes used when he worked long hours. Raph no longer restrained his brother nor would he have to: Don had fallen under his lust and now that they had removed their shells, he was content to lick his bare chest. Raph kissed and sucked all cover and rubbing his hands over his mate's body.

Donny didn't move but for his hands on Raphael's shoulders, but they had no strength. He had completely abandoned himself to the masterful mouth and tongue as it probed up and down his body, meeting his nipples and navel. His arms left the dominant turtle as he went lower along his body and his breath cut for a brief moment as his brother devoured his cock in one swift move, licking and sucking vigorously.

But Raph had no intentions on having his brother climax immediately. Instead, he teased him, running his rugged tongue along the shaft and on the ball sack. He had his lover exactly where he wanted him, completely at his mercy. And soon, he decided to take advantage of it.

As Raph lifted his mate's right leg, Donny knew what was coming and braced for it. The red masked turtle took his hard cock and placed it at the entrance of his puckered hole and jammed himself inside of Donny, literally lifting him up and on to him. Donnatello cringed but he didn't shout or complain. In a way, the pain added to the sensation and all he wanted was to feel the massive rod feel him deep inside.

Raph was content to comply. Using his agility, Raphael got to his feet and slammed Donnatello against the wall. They kissed furiously as he thrust as hard and as fast as he could into the tight hole.

In the living room, Mikey had also been mounted by Leonardo, legs stretched as the cock had gradually penetrated him. Face to face, their eyes were locked in a passionate gaze. Leo didn't dare move, as he was always afraid of hurting his brother. But Mikey could take it and he had many times before with Leonardo and Donatello. Both were a different experience but he loved each in its own special way.

Once, Leonardo was fully in, Mikey leaned in and they kissed tenderly. Their respiration increased as they played with each other's tongue, felt their lips collide and the hot breath slipping through to their cheeks. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, Mikey's hips started moving, stroking the cock with his tight anal ring. He could feel it reach the edge of his hole and then he would push back down and feel it fill him all over again. As his own shaft started growing, the orange turtle stroked it to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Their kiss broke and Michelangelo sat upright. Leonardo had now started pumping his hips to the given tempo, grabbing his brother's hips to aid him. Their erotic tempo increased steadily. From the outskirts, one might have believed that Leonardo controlled the situation but in truth, he just followed his brother's cue. Every loving thrust got them increasingly excited and their breathing became deeper as well.

Now laying on the mattress on hands and knees, Donnatello could hardly contain himself as he felt of loving stab of his brother behind him at a furious tempo. Usually rational and composed, Donnatello now had no other thought then the pleasure he was receiving. But in a sudden change of pace, Raphael pulled out completely, turning the turtle on his back. He lifted his legs in the air and onto his shoulders before thrusting his cock back in.

"I want to see your face as you shoot your load," he said with a lewd grin, as he grabbed the tangling hard cock and stroked it to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Leonardo had changed postures as well, leaning his brother on the side of the couch as he passionately thrust in and out. The orange masked turtle bit his lip as to not cry out his passion. Both could feel the pressure mounting up and knew they were going to shoot their loads soon.

"Mikey," Leo panted out. "I'm gonna..." but he could barely talk as the pressure was almost overwhelming.

"Just a bit more..." his brother said.

And then, with a final grunt and a cry, Raphael shot his load into his brother. The overwhelming pressure sent Donnatello over the edge as well as his cock shot into the air and onto Raphael's chest and face. Leonardo cried as well, his own dam conceding, his love fluids shooting into Mikey's crevice and the final turtle shooting his load onto the side of the couch, his voice joining the cacophony of love. The four turtles were lost in their world of bliss, their cries mixing in harmony yet none of them heard them.

And it was over all too soon. Weakened but satisfied, Raphael dropped forward into the submissive turtle's arms. In the other room, Leonardo leaned back into the couch and Mikey dropped into his leader's willing arms. Both couples kissed as Donatello gladly tasted his own semen from the red masked turtle's face and smiled like a child. As for Michelangelo, he rested calmly in his leader's arms. Soon he would be back to his usual giddy and hyperactive self but for now, he was content in feeling Leonardo's nude and spent body against his own.

It would be some time before Raphael and Donnatello joined them. By then, all four had cleaned up and left no traces of the events which had transpired, save for a barely noticeable blush on Donny's face. As Raphael entered the room, separate from Donnatello, Leonardo turned to the clock.

"Guys, I think it's time we started patrolling the streets."

On the surface, night had fallen and the freelance police had finally managed to enter the city. After buying some fairly greasy sandwiches from a street vender, Sam and Max started patrolling the streets. They weren't sure what they were looking for precisely. As the day became darker, gangs started emerging and fewer people remained on the streets. Their native city had a very low crime rate despite its size and they were proud to contribute to it, despite the random acts of destruction they could cause. If the citizens felt safe at the end of the day, and they did, then the anthropomorphic police could feel proud. But not so in New York City. It only felt partially comfortable during the day, and darker by the minute as evening fell. In a way, even though they were crime fighters in a city in need, they were looking forward to returning home, where they met with wackos and so called masterminds, but nothing nearing this setting.

Once the night had fully fallen, the inseparable duo knew that they needed some sort of plan to attract the vigilantes.

"How will we know when we've found them Sam?"

"The commissioner told us this was right up our alley. I guess we're going to know who they are when we find them." He looked around and found a dark alley. "I guess this will be our alley. Come on little buddy, we can't go around dressed like this."

"And I don't even wear clothes!"

"Max, this is a very violent neighbourhood. We could be attacked at any moment. I know this excites you, but you'll have to contain your urges little buddy." Sam and Max got out of the car and went to the trunk where disguises awaited. Moments later, Sam had turned into a villainous thug and Max into a hopeless little girl.

"You know Sam, I starting to like this," the lagomorph said as he shook his booty. "I've been a very bad girl mister officer," Max said in a sexy womanly voice. "I think I need to be punished," he added, putting a finger in his mouth for added effect. The canine could hardly contain himself, but still felt obligated to put work before pleasure.

"No time for that little buddy, we've got some criminals to catch. Now you go in that dark and dangerous alley and I'll go attack you."

Sam's own thug costume consisted of a ketchup stained shirt and a baseball bat. He gave Max a few moments to get into place before following him in the obscure and claustrophobic corridor where the lagomorph had his back to him. He prepared a tough man's voice to speak, but was unable to completely change his usual soft voice.

"Alright little lady. You better give me your purse if you know what's good for ya," Sam said in an unconvincing voice.

In an instant, Max turned, his eyes tear filled and hands in front of his mouth. "Oh no mister bad guy," he said in his trying to be feminine voice. "Please don't hurt me. I'm just some poor lonely girl from the country side, trying to make a living in the big city. I have dreams, I want to be an actor!"

"I don't..."

"My father is a farmer and my mother is a cow!" Max cut him off. "She has only three legs because of a freak accident! When I was young, I made her a promise that I would go on Broadway and cry her name to the audience."

"Well you..."

"My evil uncle sent you, didn't he," he pointed in anger, jumping on a dumpster. "He wants me to disappear so that the family treasure goes to him. But he doesn't know that he needs both halves of the medallion to open the secret crypt which leads to the fallen underground city of K'tar! And I'll never tell you where my half is! Never!"

Unknown to the dramatic duo, higher up on the rooftops, four familiar and similar shadows were overlooking the scene, elbowing each other as they cracked up. They had seen the freelance police pull up near the alleyway and put on the disguises. They had no doubt that they had been sent to trap the turtles by getting them out in the open, but didn't know why. And they also noticed that they were anthropomorphics, like themselves.

"Think they're mutants?" Michelangelo asked the Donnatello.

"I don't know, they might also be from another dimension. It's hard to say with all the people we've had to fight.

"Well whatever they are, we have to go check it out," Leonardo decided. His brothers nodded and acting in unison, they dropped on to the scene, landing all around Sam and Max but making sure they still remained half hidden in the shadows.

Sam had seen the movement of their arrival. In one swift movement, he drew his pistol and pointed it towards the nearest target, Raphael. Ever the cocky one, the red masked turtle didn't budge, and almost didn't even acknowledge the threat. But he had to admit that it was one of the largest pistols he had ever seen. Max immediately followed, drawing his own weapon and pointing towards Donnatello.

"Freeze scumbags," Sam cried out.

The scene felt surreal as the freelance police pointed their weapons, but the canine could see that the mysterious figures were confident in their situation and in their numbers. They didn't come across as villains either, keeping silent instead of breaking into a monologue about their master plan. But he knew that he had the right targets. Giant turtles were indeed work the freelance police would be called upon to handle.

Leonardo felt that he could take them on but didn't want to get into a fight if they could avoid it. Up until now, despite having their weapons drawn, neither opponent had made any real aggressive gesture. His gut instinct told him that there was more than meets the eye to this scene and he had learned long ago to trust it. Slowly, he broke his ninja stance and walked into the light.

"It's a giant hentai tentacle monster Sam! Shoot it! Shoot it!"

"Hold on! Let's all calm down. We're not monsters, we're just mutant turtles."

"It's a mutant turtle Sam! Shoot it! Shoot it!"

"We don't want to fight," Leonardo added, disregarding the rabbity thing completely and extending his three fingered hand in a gesture of good faith. Sam looked at the hand, looked at his partner who mimicked shooting, looked back at the hand, and decided that they could have over taken them at any time. At the least, these turtles didn't seem to want to harm them.

He put his gun back into his pocket and grabbed the extended hand.

"I'm Leonardo, you could say I'm the leader of the group."

In the past, there might have been a commotion, especially from Raphael, but he had since accepted Leonardo as a leader and even followed orders from time to time. But just because he was in a relationship with him didn't mean he'd get any special treatment, nor did he want any.

"I'm Sam and that's Max. We're Freelance Police and were hired to get rid of the vigilantes in this city. We were told that we would recognise them immediately. I guess they were talking about you guys."

"Typical bureaucracy of law and order," Raph said in a disgruntled voice. "They're always trying to bring us down even though all we've done so far is save the city half a million times."

In the distance, the turtles and freelance police heard the familiar sounds of the New York City police approaching.

"Guys?" Michelangelo said as he lifted a manhole cover. "I know we're not doing anything wrong, but maybe we should split." The turtles knew that the police could only be trouble for them, and so one by one, they jumped down the hole. As the leader was about to him, he motioned to Sam and Max to follow them. The dog and lagomorph looked at each other, shrugged, and jumped down. Michelangelo immediately followed, playing the cover back down moments before the police passed by the alley, not looking at it for a second.

The ninja turtles were accomplished acrobats and managed to land on their feet without trouble, but the dog and rabbit following them stumbled and fell on to the rim of the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding the actual sewage. Michelangelo had no trouble avoiding them as he flipped and landed beside them. As he got back up in a hop, Max took a deep breath.

"Ah, don't you love the sweet aroma of digested food in the morning?"

"It's almost midnight little buddy, I don't think we can call it morning just yet."

"Is that really the only weird thing about what he said?" Donatello asked as he turned a confused look to Raphael, who simply shrugged. They soon departed, the freelance police gladly following their new friends among the confused corridors. Before long, both were lost, as the turtles purposely went in circles so they wouldn't be able to trace back the road. But even though they had just met the turtles, Sam and Max trusted their hosts enough to follow them all around. Besides, they could always reach the surface if ever there was a problem.

After a twenty minute hike, they finally reached an area separate from the stinky tunnels. In fact, it didn't feel as if they were in the sewers anymore, as the turtles had decorated the place and gotten rid of any nefarious smell.

"It's humble, but we call it home," Leonardo said.

"Usually Master Splinter would be there to greet us, but it's kind of late," Donatello apologized.

"But on the bright side, it means that we get to do whatever we want without adult supervision!" And to prove his point, Michelangelo leapt through the air into the kitchen. "Who wants left over anchovy pizza?!"

"I do! I do!" Max shouted as he followed the turtle. Michelangelo threw the pizza in the air and swung his nunchuks to hurl the pieces towards the lagomorph who jumped left and right to catch them in his mouth. He caught the first and second, but the third hit him square on the face, to the laughter of the other ones there. Max tilted his head slightly and let it slide in his large mouth.

"Mmm, pizza! It has all the food groups I could desire. Grease, fat, carbs..."

"Hey! Don't insult the pizza!"

"Trust me, he's not," Sam intruded. "But now that he's fed and full of energy..."

Leonardo and Donatello turned to the canine, a bit worried and wondering where this would lead them. But Michelangelo was the first to talk.

"So," he told the lagomorph as he casually approached him. "I noticed that you don't wear clothes."

"I don't like them. They're itchy and it gets in the way of sex."

"Well perhaps I need to plug that cute tight bunny hole of yours then."

"Michelangelo!" Leonardo shouted, but Max had already jumped on to the shoulders of the orange masked turtle. His cock was growing by the second, poking Mikey in the nose. The lagomorph's grasp around his head was strong enough to keep him steady. The musk was arousing and the turtle couldn't resist letting it slip past his lips into his mouth. Max immediately started humping the face with strength, leaving the audience bewildered and aroused.

"Ah, you're these kinds of people," Sam said as he removed his tie and coat. "It'll make things so much easier." He removed his pants, revealing a thick cock, more man then canine, uncut and drizzling with precum.

To the turtles, the scene felt surreal. They had met these people only moments before and the freelance police had been sent to arrest them. And now, they were about to engage in seemingly a lot of lustful sex. It was illogical, particularly to Donatello whose world was led by logic. But in the end, his teenage hormones took over and he was only too glad to join in.

By now, Sam had vigorously removed the lagomorph and forcefully impaled it on his pole, making Max cry out in pleasure. Mikey had followed and kneeled on all fours before taking the rabbit's small stiffness back into his mouth. Donny grabbed his brother's ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing his tight (but well abused) hole. But Michelangelo was not like Max and needed to be loosened, Donny knew. He licked his middle finger and inserted it into the puckered hole, stretching the orifice for what was about to come, and sending a jolt of familiar electricity down his brother's spine.

As he slid the finger in and out, Donatello turned to his brothers: "Too bad you can't join us since you're already a couple," he said with a playful wink.

Leo and Raph looked and each under and confirmed what they already had guessed about each other. They folded their arms and a victorious grin appeared on their faces as they turned back towards their brothers.

"The fact that we're a couple didn't stop you from seducing my boyfriend, Michelangelo," Raphael said.

Mikey was surprised to hear that and would have liked to answer, but the lagomorph kept his head still between his thighs. But he had perceived no anger in Raphael's voice and so his relief doubled his ardor on the small and cute dick presented to him.

"And you Donatello, don't tell me you've never fell for Raphael's strong grip and overpowering thirst for sex."

Donatello could only blush and turn his face away from the comment. They both knew, and had known all along, even if they had felt no need to acknowledge it. And now Donny knew, both would take him tonight, dominate him. And he would like it.

But for now, his younger brother was well loosed and ready to receive his shaft. Donny placed the tip of it at the entrance, and just as he was about to thrust, a thought came to mind.

"Oh I almost forgot," he said. "Remember kids, we're cartoon characters so we don't need to wear a condom, but you always should."

"Who are you talking to exactly?" Sam asked.

"They know who they are." And in one swift motion, he thrust himself completely inside. The truth was that Michelangelo and him had sex many times before, trading the top position. He knew how far he could push his brother and wasn't afraid to do so. The darting motion made Mikey raise his head for breath and a cry of passion, but it wasn't long because Max placed him back where he should be.

The middle turtle enjoyed being the center of attention. Every thrust Donny gave him pushed him further towards Max and renewed his enthusiasm for cock, while every drive Sam gave Max sent him back against his brother pole. He could feel his own shaft leaking on the rug under him, craving for attention, wobbling around to the rhythm of his many partners. The sight was hypnotising to both spectator turtles, who had remained idle until then. The air was filled with the smell of raw sex and excited them.

Raph grabbed his boyfriend and locked mouths with him. They kissed furiously as Leo backed against a wall, his brother's hand all over his body. Their breathing became more intense as they felt each other's bodies, their thighs and their throbbing cocks which hit against each other. Against the wall, Leonardo succumbed to Raph's mouth, who broke the French kiss to nibble the neck. Leo's arms enlaced his lover and his legs spread apart. Raph took the cue as he placed his turtle shaft dribbling with precum at the tight entrance of his mate.

"I love you," the rebellious turtle slipped in his brother's ear as he thrust his cock deep inside the warm hole, making Leonardo leap unconsciously. But Raphael was strong and he held his brother high against the wall, in a perfect position to push in and out of his brother furiously. Leonardo could not withhold a loud moan as he felt his mate ravaging his body, penetrating him deeply, strongly and lovingly.

At the center of the foursome, Michelangelo felt himself already nearing blissful release. He felt surprisingly aroused by Max's small and cute dick, at which he lapped like no cock he had before... And for every thrust Donny gave him, he could feel the blissful release approaching.

But the canine, with his partner in law leaping on his shaft, was getting there even faster. He felt the tight hole squeezing his juices out of him, and every thrust made him want to push harder the next time. The orgasm came strong, as he shot his tick load deep within his partner's crevice. Sam kept Max still, deeply impaled on his rod as his hips bucked once from every shot he fired.

The feeling was intense for Max as well, who pumped his cock in the turtle's mouth even faster. And with a cry of passion, his whole body tensed as he shot his own salty load in the amphibian's mouth. Michelangelo ran his tongue all over the cock head and the shaft, tasting the sweet milk offered to him and desiring more.

Donny had heard the release of their new companions and had increased the rocking of his hips. Within seconds of each other, Mikey and him joined their cries to the other pairs, as Donny bubbled within his brother's romp whilst the orange masked ninja shot his load on the carpet underneath him.

The orgasm had taken all the energy from the foursome. Sam laid back on his comfortable chair, Max still stuck on his shaft. He wrapped his arms around his little buddy and they sighed of satisfaction. On the other side, Mikey fell on his chest and rolled, arms extended, inviting Donatello into them. The brains of the group couldn't resist and they rested comfortably on the soft carpet.

Their looks then turned their looks to the sounds of familiar grunts, panting and the sliding of something inside a moist orifice. Raphael and Leonardo had completely forgotten where they were and now only cared about each other. The leader was against the wall, legs in the air while Raphael pushed in and out of his tail hole. Leonardo could do nothing but hold his arms tightly around his mate's neck, while Raphael pushed and pull like it was the last thing he would ever do. He silently thanked himself for being so strong and able to support his lover as he did. Once in a while, their mouths would meet and their tongues waltz together in passion. And when Raph broke the kiss, his thrusts would only become more intense, making Leonardo cry out in bliss.

His efforts soon brought on their just rewards, as Raphael felt himself release deep inside his brother's hole. He felt his muscles tense up as he shot his thick load deep in his brother, thrusting spasmodically as he did. And it was all the encouragement Leonardo needed as he also jizzed all over his mate's chest, the final orgasm of the group. It was the juices of love and they were content to share the moment together. And then, too soon, the moment ended.

As one, they fell on the floor, Leo on his mate, and they kissed for a long time before remembering that they were in fact not alone. On the other side of the room, four sets of eyes were looking at them. Mikey and Donny were curled together on the floor, the purple masked turtle holding his brother, while Sam held his little buddy against his chest. For once, Max was calm, his energy finally drained. He only rested his head against Sam's shoulder, eyes closed, his breathing regular.

"You know, I never saw you two together that that," Donatello said. "You really are cute together."

"Shut up," Raphael responded but his voice had no anger and instead had a teasing tone. Deep inside, he was content that his love for Leonardo could be seen so well.

"So what now?" Michelangelo asked.

"Well I would hate to let our visit to New York go to waste. I've never had turtle cock."

"It's a delicacy, you'll see," Raph responded.

"Well Leonardo can take care of our guests," Donny said. "Meanwhile, Raph, Mikey and I have planned for you..."

"Sex? Oh boy!" Max shouted as he woke up in an instant and leapt in the air, ready for more. He knew the evening was young and many new experiences and penetrations awaited. This would be one case they would have to leave unresolved, but Sam and Max weren't really afraid of the consequences of failure. They had made new, trustworthy friends, who would take care of their own city like they did theirs. And who knows, maybe they would fight together one day. But in the meantime, loving together would be good enough.