THE LAST DROP
Request for Nymphfroggy on FA
Splinter angrily jerked his flaccid member, grunting and groaning all the while.
The human turned rat was frustrated, frustrated and pent up beyond belief; Ever since he got transformed into this (rather sexy, he had to admit) form he had yet to have sex even once.
Porn, only got him so far, specially since he had no idea how to use the internet to look up his... particular tastes, and it had been over a year since he managed to orgasm with the shitty porn he got on their stolen cable and lost porn videos he scavenged in the sewers.
With a deep grunt he lets his cock go and turns off the video, leaning back in his chair, sighing and taking in the smelly, sweaty air of his personal sanctum; the small room filled with VHS tapes of porn, both found and recorded; His sons were not allowed in or even really knew this secret room existed, a decision he sometimes doubted...
"No, I can't consider it" he mumbles and shakes his head, getting up and reaching for his robe.
Several times in the past years he had dreams and fantasies... desires... needs...
Maybe it was his transformation, maybe it was his time in this body and raising his sons, but mutants like him, like them, attracted him, filled him with desire, that and his bond with his sons made the thought of teaching them his tastes and.... Techniques... all the more attractive.
"No, no" he repeats slowly, taking a deep breath as he starts to put on his red robes, forgetting to put his mawashi back on, leaving himself naked under them as he completely forgets about the sweaty cloth discarded to the side.
He took a moment to center himself... and then stepped outside, quickly closing the secret passage behind him as he stepped into his own room, looking around to make sure he wasn't seen; With half content, half frustrated sigh he covers the secret passage already hidden entrance with an wall scroll and sets off to the kitchen, maybe some pizza would put his mind at ease.
However, the rat heard some curious sounds as he stepped out; His sons where supposed to be out, patrolling the town as they rather liked, they even left him a note...
Tapping into his ninja training, blended into the shadows and muffled his own sounds as he moved towards the source of the noises, making his way to his son's rooms, the noises becoming clearer, voices.
"Come on Donnie, just do it" He recognized the voice of his son Raphael
"You promise you wont kill me for this?" That was, as Raphael had said, Donatello
"I will if you keep delaying!"
The rat quietly peeked into the room, having to hold back a gasp, drawing on all his training to not make a noise or give himself away.
His sons were inside the room, Raphael's, and they were naked... well, naked-er than usual.
The two turtles having removed their crotch and ass plates, a rather convenient little part of their mutation that allowed them to basically go about naked, their shells having removable little plates over their asses and crotches.
Well, the plates where gone now, and Raphael lay on his back, on his massive shell, his muscular body braced against the floor as he glared at the lanky turtle standing over him, grunting nervously, facing away, spreading his ass cheeks... wait, was this?
The rat gulped nervously as his cock got rock hard almost immediately, pushing his robes aside and causing a minute amount of sound that his well trained sons caught on, but by then he had moved inside the room at an amazing speed and taken a new hiding position, with a better view of Donatello's delicious ass and dark green pucker.
Splinter held himself, almost as if suspended in time, as his sons disregarded the minute sound as nothing, something he'd have to reprimand them later for... he pushed the lewd fantasies out of his mind as he watched a mirror of them happen in real life, right in front of him, Donatello starting to nervously grunt, letting out a few small farts... It was happening, the human-turned-rat's darkest, filthiest fantasies where becoming real before him.
He always hated that part of him, his love for filth, his lust for his own sons, and he always fought them back, pushed them out, but now he finally lost the battle; A massive grin forming in his face as he sees his purple masked son start to push out a log of shit, right on his red masked son's chest, said son masturbating vigorously as it happened.
It was then that he snapped; Splinter, the master and gentle father was gone, replaced with the lustful, kinky rat he had always denied he was.
Stepping out of the shadows he quickly grabs at Donnie's ass, groping hard, holding tight as he spreads those cheeks and gives the falling log of shit a long lick in front of both his terrified sons before pulling the purple masked turtle down, forcing him to shit his messy ass on Raphael's face as he moved around to stand before the two with his arms crossed, robes open and cock rock hard, muzzle dirty with some of the turtle's mess.
The two turtles start to scramble, Ralph gagging and sputtering and pushing Donnie off, Donnie blanching and starting to mumble and ramble and trying to get up, but it's all cut short with a single word from their father.
"SILENCE" he commands, deeply, letting the two freeze in place, then kneel in front him like they usually did when scolded; He said nothing else as he simply gesture for the two to come, then started to lead his two naughty sons to the dojo proper.
Getting there, he makes them sit and stands behind them, when Donnie suddenly tries to speak he gets a rat tail whipped at his ass hard and fast, drawing blood before Splinter steps away from them and locks the dojo door, returning to the two, who are now bickering, and both get tail whips to their asses before the rat steps in front of them, facing away, arms crossed in front of him.
Then his robe drops, and he turns with a lewd expression in his face, and a hand stroking his cock.
"Sons, you disappoint me... you had such... wonderful tastes, and yet you hid it from your father, made me believe you where... prudes, made me hold back on giving you all my proper training" he licks his 'lips' before shooting a glare at Donatello to shut him up before he even speaks.
"Now, my sons, I WILL answer your questions... if you please me, for now, be good boys and do as your father says... and try to enjoy yourselves" With those words he rushes forward towards Ralph, pushing his ass towards the red masked turtle.
"Lick at it, rim your father like you NEED to eat my shit" he glances at Donatello "get those sweet geeky lips around my cock, my dear son" he says with a pant.
All the while the two turtles are astonished, shocked and just plain confused; Ralph does as told told, with some disgust, he did like that sort of stuff, but not really on the eating side... not that he'd ever admit he liked it, even with Donny it had been a rigged bet that he arranged to have the nerdy turtle use him; Sniffing his father's sweaty asshole, licking at it and tasting it was really nice actually, really hot, enough to slowly distract him from his worries.
Donatello on the other hand, was a 'bit' more freaked out, awkwardly rushing to lick and suck at his father's cock like it was a popsicle, gagging at the taste and feeling of that foreskin and dick, choking on the musky smell of his father's crotch and rather unkempt pubes; Donny was straight, he was straight and surprisingly vanilla for a tech nerd who spent a lot of time online, he did not even like other mutants... yet here he was, first getting into a stupid bet with his brother that had him shitting on the bigger turtle, to his horror and dismay, and now suddenly having to suck on his father's cock while the rat likely took a dump on his brother's face... it was way too much, enough to make Donny start feeling dizzy... oh wait no, that was his father's cock being suddenly shoved down his throat and getting in the way of his breathing.
Splinter can feel his nerdy son start to desperately tap his hips, and struggle to pull away, tears in his eyes soaking into his mask, but the rat just grins and uses his tail to whip his son's arms, humping harder and faster even as he lets loose on the other hand, Raphael doing his best to keep up with the rat's moving ass, rimming and eating his father's pucker... like father, like son, the red masked turtle had thrown away any inhibitions towards his darker desires he might have once had (though to be fair, they were far fewer than Splinter's to begin with) and moaned loudly into his father's asshole, kissing it wetly, pushing his tongue as deep as it would go.
Some of Splinter's old self surfaced for a fraction of a second, with the thought that his son had given in way too fast and needed to be reprimanded, but that quickly got corrupted and twisted, the red masked turtle needed to be rewarded for being a good, filthy boy; A reward that came soon as the rat started to let his bowels go, letting his held back load of rancid shit push out into the waiting turtles muzzle, splattering on his mouth and chin and falling on his body and cock, the rat's continued violent deep thrusts on the mouth of the limp purple masked turtle making a mess of it all.
Ah, yes, Donatello, his disappointingly vanilla nerdy son who had about just passed out around his dick, tears, snot and drool leaking from his face as the rat grunts and pushes him back, letting the turtle fall back on his shell, finally able to breath again, but still out cold from both the lack of air and the overall shock of the situation... Splinter would have to give him some proper training later.
"Ahh, good son, you are doing so well... I am so proud to have such a filthy son" Splinter says, reaching back and petting Raphael's head "Since you are being such a good, kinky boy, unlike your useless brother, I will let you in a little secret" the rat wiggled his ass slightly and pushed out a last bit of shit before quickly turning around and crouching, looking his son in the eyes, his muzzle touching the turtle's mouth, nose to nose.
"I've dreamed, desired, fantasized, wished and lusted after doing this with you, my sons, for a long time... for years now I wanted to let out my dirty, filthy side and fuck you all" he grins an almost manic grin "It's why I never gave you sex ed, or even went near such talk or themes in my lessons, even though I had much to teach, the temptation was too much" he suddenly grabs Raphael, who is a bit freaked out by now, by the cheeks "but you, oh, you and your brother, seeing you two... doing such wonderful things, right after I had frustrated myself in seeking release... that, my son, pushed me over... now your dear father and master will no longer hold back, I shall show all of myself to you, and teach all of you" he pulled the red masked turtle into a messy kiss before suddenly standing up and walking towards his secret passage, tail hooked around the back of Raphael's neck, dragging the turtle along.
As his son stumbled along behind him the rat just kicked the hidden door to his private room in, turning on the lights and stepping to the side to let a quickly awed Ralph look at the massive collection of porn inside, commenting with some twisted pride "Had I the means, this collection would be far bigger, kinkier and with more mutants... but I suppose I wont have need of it anymore" he pulls Raphael back, forcing him into another kiss, groping the turtle's genitals.
After what seemed like an eternity, Splinter finally pulls back, wiping his muzzle of drool and shit.
"Now, my son, since you where such a good boy, I will give you a choice" he flicked his own cock "I can give you a taste of this, down that pretty shit stained mouth, or down your pretty little green asshole... either way, you will get to feel your father's piss" the rat grinned and moved to cross his arms, but before he could even finish his red masked son was deep throating his cock while excitedly, to an almost violent level, masturbating his cock, piss flowing freely from the dark green uncut member, making a mess of everything under the two.
The rat smiled and put both hands on his son's head, rubbing it gently as he lets his bladder go, letting the red masked turtle drink deeply of his urine for a long while before suddenly starting to thrust, holding his son's head in place; Unlike Donatello Ralph is able to handle it far better, in part due to being into it, in part from just being tougher, even if he lacked the experience to properly deep throat without choking or loosing his breath a bit.
Splinter chuckled a bit as he looked down at his son, the sight enough to bring a tear of pride to his eye, the turtle's shit stained face buried in his pubic hair, gulping down his piss as the stream slowly died down, the rat could only describe this feeling as heaven... but it could be better.
Pulling back to let his son breath and taste the last drops of piss, the rat started to violently piston his cock in and out of Raphael's throat, moaning and grunting like a wild beast, his son returning the sounds with choked moans and gurgles of his own, as well as the wet sounds of his masturbation, his own piss stream over, replaced with rapid leaking pre-cum.
Noise filled the room, echoing off the walls: the wet sounds of the turtle's masturbation, the slap's of the rat's balls smacking the turtle in the chin; their grunts and moans of pleasure, but not a single word was said for a long while, until finally Splinter let out a chuckle.
"Here it comes, son" he said, hilting himself in Raphael's face with one final slap of his balls, cock twitching and pulsing in the turtle's throat as it shot out a herculean load of rat jizz, years worth of pent up seed pumping out and filling the turtle's belly.
Raphael himself did not last much longer, whimpering around his father's cock and shaking as he thrusted into his own hand and shot rope after rope of thick strands of cum, covering the ground under and behind the rat.
Splinter let out a contented sigh and steps back, letting his cock slip out of his son's mouth; The rat and turtle look at each other in the eye for a moment, their former selves almost coming to the surface, a bit of regret showing behind their eyes... but then Donnie starts to stir, and that little spark of regret was snuffed as they turn in unison towards the purple masked turtle, Splinter speaking up.
"We should prepare a proper training course for your brother... speaking of which, we should also prepare for when your brothers return, they also need to be introduced to my new teaching methods".
The rat stood over Donnie, arms behind his back as he looks down, ideas forming in his mind, Raphael next to him, groping his own father while also looking down at the nerdy turtle...
"Where are they anyway" Raphael mumbles to himself.
...
Meanwhile, in a seedy warehouse in a seedy dock somewhere on New York, a blue masked turtle sits on the rafters and watches a scene going on below with his mouth agape, body paralyzed, his 'excited' orange masked sibling tapping him in the shoulder and grinning as he says.
"See bro? Donkey shows are the best!"
... to be continued... ?