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Mutant Town had been a blessing for everyone... or at least that's how Leo liked to put it out there. They had the opportunity to live their lives, behave like normal young men in a world that often saw them as less than human. He'd even made friends, like Mona Lisa. But while his brothers were building relationships- Raph with Alopex, Leo and Mikey with mysterious humans outside the walls...

There he was. Pretty much alone. Which, for most of their lives, had been fine. He hadn't felt any interest in anyone, really, at least not for a long time. He'd thought maybe that would just be it, that he wouldn't find anyone who would really speak to him in the way he would've really wanted to... and he had maintained that thought until he started helping Leo at the dojo.

The variety in mutants was vast, and some were more okay than others with their new forms. More okay than most was a massive great white shark mutant he'd come to learn was named Elliott. Elliott was a little clumsy at first, but much like Donnie himself, he was eager to learn. In the time he had come to help out at the dojo, he'd really started to learn a lot, and Donnie started to learn a lot about him.

Elliott was the oldest of two, and both he and his little sister Suzi were adopted. He'd wanted to open a gym in the city, something in the process he was doing here. Suzi wasn't mutated, but she'd learned Elliott was. He was one of the lucky ones- his family hadn't rejected him. In fact, Suzi had apparently made it her mission to start running pro-mutant support groups on top of all her schoolwork at college, and the shark couldn't have been prouder of her. Having an exuberant, ready-to-help-anyone little sibling was something they could relate on.

What had surprised Donnie had been one night, after finishing up at the dojo, Elliott inviting him back to his place. He'd gone out of his way to figure out dinner, and it had taken the young genius far too long to realize that this wasn't just a friendly meal. Elliott had asked him here as a date.

He'd never been on a date before.

What surprised him more than the date itself was that he genuinely found himself somewhat attracted to Elliott. He was tall, buff, physically strong... and something about him was more attractive than any woman he'd ever met. Could it be that he was gay? Would it be so surprising if he was?

So it happened that he went on more dates with Elliott, finding himself enjoying their time together more and more. Their first kiss had been a little more awkward than anticipated, but he supposed that was to be expected. Elliott had been mutated into having a mouth full of sharp teeth, and Donnie was small compared to him. But they made do, and slowly, cautious makeout sessions turned into something different. Their first time having sex had been a littl bit awkward- especially when Elliott had revealed that inside his sheath, he had two cocks, much like a shark did. But it had gone well enough for Donnie to be ready for round two on their next date.

Laying on the couch of Elliott's apartment, he was fully enjoying this kiss, but he had started to notice the shark mutant's hand drifting down his plastron, rubbing faintly between his legs. Reflexively, Donnie gasped and pulled back, one hand coming up, expression less angry and more... unsure. Elliott, reading the room, moved back slightly, hands up and visible. "My fault. I'm sorry, Donnie. You're probably tired from the dojo today-"

"No, it's not that, it's just... uh..." The turtle swallowed, then furrowed his brow, glancing up before looking back at Elliott's face. "Sorry, I'm absolutely ready for this, but I'm still a little unsure about this, you know? It's weird, having someone wanting me like that."

Elliott didn't need more inference. "Hey, it's okay, I get it. You've been through a lot, and the whole mutation thing- I mean, look at me, I'm a shark." His anxiety melted as he smiled a little bit. "God I was worried I'd hurt you our first time or something. Look, I think you're gorgeous. And smart. And funny. And I wanna have sex with you again, if you wanna have sex again with me. And maybe we can try something fun together tonight."

Donnie swallowed, his chest warming at Elliott's words. He could feel the slit beneath his plastron straining as his body reacted to the thought of doing this again. Of having sex with Elliott. Of Elliott pinning him down on the couch again and-

Swallowing, he pushed the thought down, even as he felt his length extending and hardening against the front of his sweatpants. "I'd love to do that with you, Elliott."

The shark smiled in response to that, glancing down before reaching out to run his hand along the underside of the tent that had formed in the genius's pants. "I can tell. Let's start here then."

He didn't stop to explain, instead moving to pull the sweatpants down off the turtle's hips, letting his cock spring free, plastron shifted and slit parted where his length had come to nearly full hardness. The sound Elliott made was as appreciative as it had been the first time, and slowly he slid to sit on the floor on his knees, wrapping his fingers around the thick green cock. Donnie hissed in a breath, eyes following as Elliott began to slowly jack him off, stroking the rough skin of his hand up and down, rubbing his thumb over the slit at the end before stroking back down again.

"Oh god, Elliott..."

"Glad it still feels good." He was still smiling. "Y'know, like I said the first time, I can't give you head, not with all these teeth. But I have some friends on the outside who brought me some presents... and it gave me an idea. Close your eyes and lean back, okay? Tell me if you don't like anything I'm doing."

Donnie's hesitation was largely anxiety on his part. He'd never done anything like this before, and now here he was, another man's hand wrapped around his cock, heart leaping in his chest at the thought that they were going to do more. He swallowed, then leaned back, closing his eyes. At first, Elliott released him, and Donnie's body reacted instinctively, a whine escaping his throat as his hips lifted.

But then he felt a new sensation on his cockhead... whatever it was, it was wet and soft, squeezing down on his cock as it slid down, enveloping him. And whatever it was, Elliot was sliding it up and down, slower or harder depending on how his companion reacted. Donnie had legitimately never felt anything like it- sure, he'd jerked off before, and he and Elliott had stroked each other off the first time they'd slept together, but this was something different. And with Elliott's free hand gently rubbing his chest as he worked, rumbling approval and appreciation, complimenting how handsome he looked and what a gorgeous cock he had... it was unreal.

It took some time, but he found a rhythm after a while. Elliott wasn't rough with him, but the pace was decently quick, and Donnie felt himself thrusting his hips up into whatever it was Elliott was using to jack him off. When the shark mutant finally instructed him to open his eyes, he found his source- some sort of cock sleeve? But big.

His eyes were laser focused on Elliott's hand now as it started to slide the sleeve faster up and down his length, giving it a squeeze as he pulled it up and relaxing his hand as he slid it back down. All the while, he was awkwardly using his free hand to scoop something out of a separate small container- he registered very briefly that it was the one Elliott had gotten lube out of their first time. But for right now, all Donnie could do was watch, gasping and moaning as Elliott pleasured his cock while his other hand - now wet with some kind of fluid - came up to prod past the lip of his shell.

The first finger that slid into his ass, wet from the lube Elliott had gotten, send a jolt of electric through the genius's body. His hips jerked up hard as he came, experiencing one of the hardest orgasms of his life, crying out as Elliott slid the sleeve more roughly along his cock. His finger continued to curl inside his hole, seeking deeper until he found the bundle of nerves deeper in, and he barely registered Elliott's pleased smile as his body jerked harder upwards.

He had almost forgotten what this felt like it did to his brain the first time, and now all he could think was he wanted more. He was damn near desperate for it, gasping in air as he came down. Elliott had stopped moving the sleeve, but his finger was still curling and thrusting into his ass now, and Donnie could only grind his hips down, whining when that finger was withdrawn. His dark eyes followed as Elliott stood to take his own slacks off, both of his cocks already fully erect. They were longer than his own by at least a couple of inches, and easily much girthier. They were gorgeous.

Something in his brain pinged. God he needed those inside him. Lifting one hand, he let it hover over one before his fingers curled around the length and began to stroke along it, swallowing hard. Elliott groaned and thrust his hips forward, laughing shakily. "You seem like you're enjoying yourself, Don..."

"I am," came the weak reply. "...you couldn't give me head, but let me... Elliott, I want..."

"What do you want, Donnie?" There was a low growl in Elliott's voice now, and Donnie felt his softened cock throb, his ass clenching on nothing. "Tell me."

What had come over him? First time having sex and all he wanted was this shark's cock down his throat. "I want to suck you off. Elliott, please-"

The shark just chuckled, low and rumbling, and he moved forward as Donnie shakily slid from the couch to sit on his knees. "You don't have to ask, Donnie. Go ahead."

He was lucky that his mutation gave him a big enough mouth. It was easy enough to get one of the cockheads in, and he moaned softly as he gripped Elliott's hips, trying to mimic what he'd seen in the porn he'd watched in his attempts to find what exactly he was interested in. His wide tongue curled around it, and his genius mind registered the salty taste... not that he really cared anymore. Intelligent as he was, his brain felt like mush, and he whined softly as he started bobbing his head on the lower of Elliott's two cocks, trying to take it deeper and deeper into his mouth.

"Don't gotta go too fast, Don... but if you want me to fuck your throat, we can work on that..."

That sent a thrill of excitement through straight to the genius's core, and he nodded as best he could on the thick cock filling his mouth. Swallowing, he took him in as deep as he could, one hand lifting to stroke the extra as he released Elliott's hip, the other moving down to start using the sleeve Elliott had been holding before to jack himself off in time with his own movements, his own cock almost fully hard again.

As for the shark, he'd lifted his hands to gently grip the turtle's head, skin rough against his cheeks, holding him in place as he started to rock his hips. He wanted this. Donnie was stunned at how much he wanted this. Elliott could've done just about anything to him right now and he would've gone along with it, swallowing as the tip of his first cockhead slipped into his throat once. When he gagged, the shark slowed, and focused instead on just prodding as deep as he could without hurting his partner. Donnie just moaned, eyes fluttering shut at the lewd sounds coming from his mouth and the sleeve around his own hardening cock.

They had to pause a few times, and he wasn't sure when it happened, but within some time, Elliott was fucking his mouth hard, the entire length of his cock slipping down the turtle's throat, and Donnie was gasping and moaning around it when he could. They had been fairly vanilla the first time, as he recalled. He hadn't expected to want to have someone be this rough with him, but as Elliott grunted over him, slamming his hips forward, it was the only thing he could think of that he wanted in his life.

He gasped a bit when the shark gripped his head just a little bit harder, slamming his hips forward a few more times before all at once he came hard, shooting his load directly down his partner's throat, and Donnie moaned lowly as he did his best to swallow what he could, the second cock - the one he'd been stroking vigorously with his free hand - shooting ropes of cum onto his face and shell. And surprising to him, neither one softened even a little. Before he even had time to recover, Elliott was moving him to lay down on the couch, reaching for the lube again.

He didn't even need to say anything anymore. Donnie was thrusting his hips up into nothing as Elliott withdrew and tossed the sleeve aside. "I'm going to fuck you with both cocks, Don, but we're just gonna start with one like before. I don't want to hurt you."

It didn't register to Donnie just then exactly what the burly shark meant, but he nodded vigorously all the same, sucking in hard when one of Elliott's fingers slid into his ass again, newly lubed, stroking against that bundle of nerves as he thrusted it in and out. The second finger was added more slowly, adding more lube and scissoring inside him, stroking and stretching until Donnie was nearly mindless with lust. It wasn't until he seemed pleased that he added the third finger, and the turtle gasped and cried out at the stretch. It was more than he'd ever felt in that hole, and he knew now he was going to feel even more.

He was sure he was going to come again, in fact, as Elliott drew more lube onto his fingers and slammed them back in, and he whined pathetically when his fingers drew back. This time, though, it was to lubricate the upper of his two cocks... and he wasted no time once he felt it was sufficiently wet to start sliding it into his partner's ass. He seemed more serious now, watching Donnie's face for any sign of discomfort... and once he was fully seated he grinned, rubbing the belly of Donnie's plastron for a moment before he drew out almost all the way and slammed his hips forward.

Donnie almost screamed from how hard the long, thick shark cock struck the nerves inside him, moaning and crying out as Elliott wasted no time building up a hard, rough, almost painful pace, slamming his powerful hips hard forward into him, pinning him down with one hand holding his arms and the other coming down to stroke his cock in time with his own thrusts after tossing the cock sleeve to the side. Donnie knew what it felt like to have the shark stroking his length, but this felt like it was on a whole different level, staring up at Elliott as the shark bared his fangs, fucking him roughly against the couch. He always slowed down if Donnie seemed uncomfortable, but for the most part, he was giving the turtle a rough fuck... as rough as he could manage. And Donnie was, to his own surprise, enjoying it far more than he expected.

He could feel himself nearing that edge again, but as he did he felt Elliott's hand squeeze his cock, and the shark stopped hilted completely inside him, lower cock rubbing against his shell. Donnie was whining and squirming trying to rock his hips against the shark's as he gazed up at him, puzzled. This had not happened the first time. "E-Elliott...?"

"Beg for it," was the murmured reply, and Donnie felt himself moan, his whole body shuddering as his cock pulsed in Elliott's tight grip. "If you're not okay with doin' it this way just shake your head."

Donnie couldn't think for a moment. Elliott had a good grip on him, resting with his full length inside of him, the slow grind of his hips rubbing his cock agonizingly against that bundle of nerves deep inside him. He could shake his head- he could just get completion and be done with it. But something about this was deeply thrilling. No restraints, just a firm grip on his own cock and a handsome shark with rows of gleaming, sharp white teeth smiling down at him, panting with his gills flared.

His mind processed the words before he knew what he was saying. "Please..." He moaned as Elliott rocked his hips hard without pulling back. "Please, Elliott, god-"

"Please what, Donnie...?"

"Please fuck me! God please fuck me-"

Another rock, harder this time. "How hard?"

Donnie shuddered and moaned, writhing. Impaled on a shark's cock, gasping in air, moaning and whining like he was in some kind of porn. But he knew what he wanted. "Please fuck me as hard as you can, I need to come, I want to come with you fucking me so hard-!"

He had barely gotten out the words when all at once, Elliott started again. His hand jerked roughly up and down Donnie's length as he slammed his hips in, moving like a piston, driving his cock in and out of his hole. All Donnie could do was cry out, head falling back as his eyes rolled up in his head, mouth hanging open as he gasped and moaned and writhed, shouting when his orgasm hit him like a train. His cock jerked in Elliott's hand, shooting thick cum across his plastron, his whole body shaking as Elliott continued to drive into him, just as hard, just as rough.

He didn't want him to stop, but he was slowing down, reaching over to grab the lube he'd set aside. Now he was rocking his cock gently inside the turtle, humming as he reached down to lube up his second cock. Was he going to switch, then? Donnie hoped he would, to some extent. Let the first cock rub against his own while he was being fucked. His frame shuddered and he moaned as Elliott began to draw back, completely withdrawing his top cock from his ass... and then he was reaching down to gently lubricate the turtle's lubed hole, murmuring praise to him as he did. "Are you ready to take both my cocks, Donnie?"

There was a beat as realization sank in. He wasn't going to take two cocks separately. He was going to take both of them, in his ass, at the same time. Both cocks were equally long, and equally wide, and the thought of them stretching him open, fucking him to a babbling mess again, roughly driving him into the couch-

Oh god he felt his cock twitch thinking about it, hardening again as he rolled his hips against Elliott's hand. "Oh god please- please fuck me with both your cocks Elliott please-"

"You are such a good boy," the shark purred at him, speaking over his desperate pleading. "I'm going to fill you up and make you come over and over until I'm ready to come inside you. I'll fill you up so much you won't be able to move. Are you ready for that...?"

Again, Donnie nodded vigorously as he rocked his hips down onto Elliott's hand, where three fingers were now penetrating his ass, spreading occasionally and lubing him up. He could feel his lust rising again, and he let his eyes flutter closed as the shark finally withdrew his hand, holding his two cocks together to line them up against his hole. Meditation did have its benefits- he focused as hard as he could as his partner began to sink into him, and Donnie let out a shuddering groan as he felt himself stretching around the two cocks sliding inside him. Elliott had to brace himself, and it felt like forever before he was hilted, both cocks twitching. Donnie felt stretched to the brink, but it felt amazing... and all at once, he felt the shark begin to move.

He was taking it slow, letting Donnie adjust to the feeling of both cocks in his ass, stretching him out and rubbing against his prostate, and the turtle felt his mind swimming, almost completely blanked out with mindless pleasure. His mouth hung open again, tongue pressed just slightly out, eyes rolled back as he gripped Elliott's shoulders, begging him to fuck him harder and harder again.

The shark, laughing through a moan, reached down to grab his cock again and begin thrusting harder. Donnie's speech quickly deteriorated, his pleading and begging for more, harder, faster slowly turning into mindless babbling and moaning, his head tossing back. Every time he felt himself nearing another orgasm, Elliott's pace slowed just slightly and his grip tightened on his cock until he was almost sobbing, and finally he found his voice again, begging the shark to let him come.

Finally, Elliott took pity on him, rapidly pumping his cock with one hand as he slammed roughly into him, thrusting into his ass as hard as he could without worrying too much about hurting him. Donnie's moaning became a shriek of pleasure as a third orgasm hit him. This time he swore he nearly blacked out, arching and grinding on Elliott's cocks as his own length shot an even messier load of cum over the shark's hand and onto his own plastron. And through the whole thing, he felt his new lover continuing to slam into him, building his pleasure again, each time letting him crest before forcing him to teeter on the brink.

A fourth orgasm came, and he almost screamed with the force of it, gasping in air as he began to beg for Elliott to come with him. To come inside him. He'd never wanted anything more in his life than he did right now. This was only their second time having sex, and the next level the shark mutant was taking it to was ruining any other potential partner. He was being fucked so hard he couldn't see straight, and what little of his mind could still focus was thinking about those two cocks thrusting in and out of his hole. He wanted those two cocks down his throat, rubbing against his own cock, fucking him every single night-

He began to beg again, desperate for Elliott to come inside him as his own cock began to twitch again and he felt his grip tighten.

At first, Elliott didn't respond, shifting so he could change his angle, and Donnie shouted again, gasping in air as he felt his orgasm teetering maddeningly on the brink. Elliott had a tight grip on his cock this time, and Donnie whined, thrashing his head from side to side, babbling mindless pleas.

He had no warning.

All at once, Elliott slammed hard into him, and Donnie felt a sudden rush inside him as both of Elliott's cocks swelled and began to pulse, coating his inside with what felt like an impossible amount of cum... and as he did, he released Donnie's length, stroking him fast and rough. The combined sensations of Elliott coming inside him and the rough skin of the shark's hand running tightly along his own length did him in, pushing him over the edge for his final climax, all but screaming as he writhed on the cocks impaling him. Had it not been for his plastron, he swore his belly would have distended a bit from the sheer amount of cum the shark was still pumping into him, rocking his hips slowly until the twitching stopped, leaving Donnie laying and gazing blissfully at the ceiling, ass plugged with two monster cocks, full of cum from his shark mutant lover.

Their first time had been interesting, but this... this was even beyond that. He felt the shark nose his cheek, and Elliott was panting too.

"So how are you feeling? Good? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Donnie shook his head, shakily lifting his hands to cradle the shark's face. "N-no... no, you didn't hurt me. But I wanna ask you something."

Elliott made a soft purring sound, nuzzling the turtle's neck. "What's that, Donnie?"

"How fast do you get it up again? Because I would kill for round three."

His answer came in the form of a low chuckle and the sensation of Elliott's still hard cocks twitching inside him. "Oh, sweetheart... I'm ready as soon as you are..."