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Caught Between Horn and Tusk

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author's Note: All characters are copyright © Mirage Studios. This story is based on the 1987 series and its characters. The author does not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and makes no profit from this story.

"This is April O'Neil, reporting live for Channel Six news!" declared the auburn-haired reporter in the yellow jumpsuit as she stood confidently, legs apart to give her more stability in her stance while she addressed the camera. Of course, it was quite necessary that April maintain such a stance - with the Terror Drome in the background tearing up the streets of the city, and the heroes of the day, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, doing battle with the hordes of robotic Foot soldiers and rock soldiers led by the evil Shredder, the sidewalk was shaking so much at times that it made it difficult for the person manning the camera to keep it steady enough for a clear picture.

Of course, the person manning the camera was a woman, Irma Langinstein to be precise. It would have shocked pretty much everyone to discover that, of all the staff at Channel Six News, when April had come in demanding a full crew to help her shoot the epic fight going on downtown, the only one who'd been willing to brave the streets with her had been Channel Six's mousey, brown-haired receptionist. Being the receptionist around Channel Six meant that Irma had a working knowledge of pretty much everything to do with running the studio, but also meant she was one of its lowest-paid employees under normal circumstances.

Those circumstances were about to change, Irma decided as she kept the camera rolling and as steady as she could. The viewing lens pressed to her square-rimmed pink glasses, Irma was determined, once and for all, that she was going to prove herself in the field. She'd been April's best friend for years, and they both had a vested interest in making the Turtles look good on television - it wasn't that long ago when the mutant teens had been hated and feared by the general populace of New York, and it was only a matter of months now since they'd become the stars of Channel Six, after driving off the last round of attacks by Shredder and Krang's android armies. Not only were April and Irma very close friends with the Turtles, since April had hung her star on the green teens, as their fame and popularity grew, so did her own, and by association, so did Irma's salary.

"It looks as though the Turtles have the Shredder's army on the run," April declared as she and Irma got steadily closer to the action, dropping to their bellies and crawling forward through the rubble, before they dared to peer over a ruined wall. "Using the weapons of the invaders and their ninja training, it looks as though this conflict is almost over."

As April rose to all-fours to better address the camera, Irma moved back slightly, shimmying along the ground until she was pressed into a tiny cul-de-sac where she could get a perfect shot of April, the action, or both at once as the need arose. Zooming in her camera, Irma could clearly see the four reptilian heroes moving with perfect coordination, team tactics they'd perfected through constant training and fighting together, as they swept back and forth, ducking into ruined buildings and behind fallen debris, taking shots at any Foot or rock soldier that dared to advance in the open. Since neither of these types of android soldiers were terribly bright, of course, this was exactly what they did most of the time, making it quite easy for the Turtles to thin their numbers. At the back of the slowly-vanishing army of robots and silicon-based humanoids was the Shredder, and Irma focused on him even more closely, forcing herself to restrain a giggle as she watched the masked and armored villain gesticulating with steadily-increasing agitation. Obviously he was not happy with the way his attempted invasion from Dimension X was going.

Not far behind the Shredder, the Terrodrome stood, a towering and ominous presence in the background, its single viewing eye sweeping the cityscape with detached interest. It became obvious in a matter of moments that Krang was even less pleased with the way things were going than the Shredder, as quite suddenly, the spherical mobile base began to glow with a pulsing blue light. The viewing eye on top spun around, and from its impassive gaze sprang a vast cone of light, at the end of which could just barely be seen hints of the twisted red landscape of Dimension X. Shredder, hearing the noise this generated, glanced behind him, and then made sweeping motions of his blade-lined arms, sending the rest of his constructed conscripts forward, before he and a handful of others turned and beat a hasty retreat into one of the Terror Drome's many readily-concealed openings.

"From all appearances," April said, drawing Irma's camera back to focus on the auburn-haired newswoman, "the invasion is wrapping up before us. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles have saved New York City once ag-wha?"

Irma's attention, once again completely rapt on April through the focus of her camera's lens, now suddenly shifted toward two hulking humanoid figures, their bestial features immediately evident. It was Bebop the boar and Rocksteady the rhino, the Shredder's mutant henchmen! Not even daring the breathe, Irma did her best to press her body flat to the ground in the trio of low, ruined brick walls that surrounded her, hoping beyond hope that they wouldn't hear the beating of her heart...or the whir of her camera.

*

The honest truth was that Rocksteady didn't like working for the Shredder that much. He knew his best pal Bebop felt about the same. Sure, it'd been fun at first, back when he'd just been a dumb punk, happy to take the money Shredder offered in exchange for a steady gig as a general-purpose thug. It had even been fun for a good while after his initial transformation, merging his body with that of a hulking white rhino - the surge of power that had brought was more than he'd ever thought possible! There were, however, some pretty significant drawbacks to his new shape and the power he'd gained from it.

"Of course, you may have a little trouble getting a date on Saturday night."

Those words from the Shredder, just moments before starting the process that had turned him and Bebop into mutants, still echoed in Rocksteady's mind, the last words he'd heard as a human before starting to transform in...something else. Rocksteady wasn't much for reading anything outside of a skin mag, and though Bebop did have a liking for cheap paperback thrillers (as well as sharing Rocksteady's porn stash), he wasn't what anybody would call a heavy reader either. Because of this, neither wild boar nor white rhinoceros hybrids had any idea of what they were getting into by merging with their respective animal species, nor did they understand the steadily-increasing "pressure" that had been building up inside of them both, prompting strange dreams that haunted their nights, stealing the peace that comes from sleep.

Had Bebop or Rocksteady had any knowledge of their base animal species before volunteering for the transformation, they would have known that they were in for some very serious trouble in the not-distant future. Both wild boars as well as white rhinoceros males were noted for being optionally social, being willing to put up with members of their own kind, at least within reason. This wasn't a significant source of trouble, as it turned out, since it just meant that neither Rocksteady nor Bebop really cared a whole lot about working together in such close proximity, or by the prospect of having to share a shower (since the Shredder had his own in his private quarters, and nobody else in the Terror Drome needed to bathe at all). This wasn't the source of their problem, though. Rather, it came from the fact that both wild boars and white rhinoceros' were astonishingly lusty creatures when the need came upon them.

A typical wild boar had its mating season in late autumn, but this was only a helpful suggestion by nature, as mating could conceivably happen at just about any time of year. Male wild boars in the mating season would move in with a harem of as many sows as they could defend from other males, taking thirty minutes or more with each mating, a majority of that spent giving the sow in question a thorough porking (pun intended). White rhinoceros, on the other hand, mated at pretty much any time of year, and a bull rhinoceros could take forty-five minutes or more seeding any rhinoceros cow who'd hold still for him. Contrasting this to humans, with whom Bebop and Rocksteady still shared a strong tie despite their radical change in appearance, their original species was able to reproduce at pretty much any time of year, and the males of the species especially were generally obsessed with sex, whether they liked it or not.

In practical terms, this meant that the two mutants were almost constantly horny. They'd pretty much gotten used to walking in on each other while masturbating, and though neither of the heavily-muscled males were really that interested in same-sex pairings (despite a little experimentation on occasion, when the pressure got to be too much), they didn't really mind seeing each other naked. If the truth had to be known, both mutants felt most comfortable without clothes, and tended to strip down the moment they were off duty and pretty sure they wouldn't be bothered for a good long while, something that happened with irritating frequency on the Terror Drome.

Despite their perpetual state of semi-arousal, which worked wonders for making the mutant pair even more aggressive when they fought the Turtles, but also had the unfortunate side-effect of making them even less attentive to details, and hence even more easily out-thought and out-maneuvered by the more clever and agile half-shelled reptiles, the dreams that troubled their sleep at night weren't especially erotic in nature. Mostly they involved vast, endless savannas and light forests, where creatures of their size would have plenty of room to move around while still enjoying the shade. These dreams had left the wild boar and white rhino mutants filled with a strange sense of lacking completion, as though these were something significant which they were both missing, and yet which neither of them could properly articulate.

Of course, that sense of missing something was thrust immediately into the backs of each mutant's mind when, while pulling back through the rubble of the part of New York that had been turned into a battleground, retreating toward the Terror Drome before it escaped back to Dimension X, they came across the presented derriere of the yellow-clad reporter, April O'Neil. She was on all-fours and holding quite still as she spoke into her microphone, a position that immediately awakened all sorts of primal instincts racing within the two mutants. Of course, back when they'd been human, Rocksteady and Bebop had been a part of a gang of thugs Shredder had hired to work the hot young reporter over, before being stopped by the Turtles. At the time, while Rocksteady, the gang's leader, had considered raping the hot reporter, he'd eventually decided it would be better to just rough her up instead - never knew when one of his boss' spy cameras was nearby, after all, and the Shredder never did like his minions goofing off on the job. Now, however, things were rather different, and the Shredder was too busy with his own problems to pay any attention to his wayward minions.

"Gotcha, girlie," Bebop, the faster of the pair, snorted as he quickly seized April's arm, jerking her up onto her knees. "Your turtle friends ain't gonna save you this time."

"Ain't Shredder gonna stop us this time, either," added Rocksteady with a laugh, meaningfully cupping the heavy bulge in his black-striped grey cargo pants.

"Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Rocksteady?" asked Bebop, glancing at his friend with some confusion. "Stop us, from wh-...oh!" The boar's eyebrows raised behind his square-slitted shades as he glanced down to where the rhino's hands were, and then drifted back to April, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, I guess we could go without telling Shredder about this one little prisoner, huh?"

"It's not like the Shredder's ever known what to do with a big-titted chick, anyway," Rocksteady continued, pulling a pair of old handcuffs from his pocket, a set he'd swiped from a cop after his first arrest, years back. He tossed the cuffs to Bebop, who quickly snapped them around the wrists of the struggling, yellow-clad reporter.

"But we sure do," Bebop finished with a chuckling snort, before hoisting April up and tossing her easily over his shoulder. "Mmm, nice," he grunted as he reached up with his other hand to squeeze one of April's rearcheeks, Rocksteady reaching over to give the other an echoing squeeze, making the shapely auburn-haired young woman cry out in outrage. It was obvious that she didn't quite understand the situation, though this wasn't entirely unexpected - after all, the Shredder had often taken her hostage, and he always abided by typical a certain code of villainous ethics, stopping at tying her up, and maybe the occasional deathtrap. And, of course, the Turtles always came to the rescue in the nick of time. But Bebop and Rocksteady were from a different mold of bad guy, more brutal and bestial. Without the Shredder to curb their impulses, April O'Neil's fate looked very uncertain indeed.

"Once the Turtles get here," April threatened as she struggled against the metal links holding her wrists behind her back, "you and the Shredder'll be more sorry than you can imagine."

"Yeah," chuckled Rocksteady as he motioned to his porcine friend, the two starting to walk toward the Terror Drome. "You're probably right, girlie. But that's only if your friends know where you are."

"And nobody knows dat," chimed in Bebop, just a step or two behind his buddy, his surprisingly skilled fingers quickly centering in on the sweet spot right below April's mound, making the shapely, short-haired womanstart to squirm, making soft, surprised noises of protest which gradually diminshed as the pair and their prisoner receded in the distance.

But they were wrong: somebody did know where April O'Neil was. That somebody was Irma Langinstein.

*

Under normal circumstances, Irma wasn't the sort of girl to go looking for trouble of any sort, especially not adventure. She was the nerdy, dumpy-looking friend that attractive girls like April usually had, a hanger-on who could often use April's social astuteness to her own advantage, while being a willing ear for her friend's continuing problems as she engaged in all manner of adventures with the Turtles. Now, however, Irma could see that, whether she liked it or not, it was up to her to save her best friend before...well, it didn't look good, whatever it was those two mutant freaks intended for April.

As soon as the hulking pair had gotten a decent distance, just enough that Irma felt like they wouldn't turn around and notice her at any moment, that was the same moment the glasses-wearing girl hopped up and started to job through the ruins around them. This was a bit hard for Irma, since she was wearing her typical office shoes, loafers that were quite comfortable, but not really intended for anything more strenuous than walking on linoleum. All the same, Irma kept the camera running as she did her best to keep running as well, not losing sight of the mutant rhino and boar until they walked up an extended metal ramp leading up into the darkened interior of the Terror Drome. Then Irma paused for a long, fretful moment, looking into that dark abyss. In there, there was no way for Irma to know what waited for her. It was the heart of darkness itself. Then, squaring her shoulders and grateful for the courses she'd taken to build self-confidence, Irma started up the ramp...only to give a startled squeak of fright as it began to raise! The Terror Drome was closing up! If Irma had thought about what this meant, she might have retreated and gone for help. However, she'd already decided on her course of action, already committed herself past the point of no return, and wouldn't back away now. It was with this determination to save April in mind that Irma leapt forward into the darkness, giving a short scream as she found herself tumbling onto cold, hard metal floors, curling her body so as to protect the camera in her arms.

Getting slowly to her feet, the glasses-wearing girl looked around, gulping in nervousness at the dimly-lit corridor before her. Though she couldn't know it, Krang didn't tend to leave the lights on in the Terror Drome unless there was an active need for them, such as in active patrol areas, and since Irma had landed herself in the part of the Terror Drome occupied by Bebop and Rocksteady, Krang considered it a low power priority. Because of this, the only lights in the area were the ones that the mutant pair turned on themselves, and the standard operating lights produced by the various bits of machinery and alien circuitry that lined every wall of the Terror Drome's interior. Looking around as she smoothed down the long purple skirt she wore, Irma then wiped some of the smudging off her light blue turtleneck that had been accumulated while she'd been making her way through the ruins of the New York neighborhood. Finally, she took a bit of time to clean her glasses, carefully wiping their big square lenses with the hem of her shirt. This, of course, was a simple ritual, a connection to normalcy when everything around Irma had obviously turned into crazyville.

"Well, Irma," she said to herself with a slow sigh as she hefted the camera onto her shoulder. "This is another fine mess we've gotten ourselves into."

So saying, Irma started walking, resting the hand not holding the camera in place against the left wall, to better keep her bearings as she slowly, carefully, and as quietly as she could made her way through the seemingly infinite corridors of the massive Terror Drome. There were, she reasoned, only so many places that April could have gotten to, after all. If she just kept looking, and made sure to stay out of sight, she'd be sure to find her friend...eventually.

*

"Been wantin' this for a long time, girlie," chuckled Rocksteady wickedly as he almost casually lifted April from his shoulder and tossed the auburn-haired reporter onto his cot. "You got no idea what it's like, bein' here, bein' what we are, and bein' so...tense all the time."

"But you're gonna find out!" added Bebop with a snorting laugh, even as he reached for the chain belt of his black pants, grinning at his friend as Rocksteady similarly reached for his own simple army-style canvas belt.

"You'd better let me go right now," April demanded angrily as she sat up on the edge of the cot, swinging her legs around to face her two captors. "If you don't, you know this isn't going to end well for...you?"

April's voice trailed off, her eyes widening, mouth dropping in shock as, almost simultaneously, the two burly mutants opened up their pants, displaying their immense male organs. Despite herself, April looked each thick cock over with the same eye for detail that had helped her stay ahead of the game as a reporter. Rocksteady's penis was the longer of the two, the shaft as rough and leathery as the rest of his skin, except for the uncircumcised tip, which was a much darker shade of grey from the rest of Rocksteady's body, fat and swollen at about the size of a tangerine, and glistening with the rhinoman's obvious arousal. Next to him, Bebop's cock throbbed at similar full erection, years of pent-up need driving the boarman to a state of almost insane lust, only just barely kept in check by his friend's presence, as he wanted to savor this rare and much-needed pleasure together with Rocksteady. April noted that Bebop's cock was thicker than Rocksteady's, his cock also uncut, the glans a dark red color that stood out in contrast the rest of his dark tan-brown shaft, which was almost the same shade as the rest of his shaggy-furred body.

"G-get back!" April exclaimed, recoiling in horror as the two huge males began to close in on her. "Get back!"

The moment April kicked out with one of her legs, Rocksteady easily caught it, while Bebop, grinning madly, grabbed the top of her yellow jumpsuit, brutally jerking the zipper down to the belt at April's waist - as far as it would go - before grabbing the revealed flaps and jerking them apart and down, baring April's full, buoyant breasts, April giving a sharp gasp as she looked down at her own swiftly-hardening strawberry pink nipples and creamy-complexioned skin. It had been years since April had worn a bra while on the job, ever since her boss discovered that ratings at Channel 6 skyrocketed whenever April just let her breasts hang loose, meaning that there was nothing now to stand between her breasts and her bestial captors. Rocksteady jerked up on April's outstretched leg, making her give a short scream as this made her fall onto her back, before the pair descended on her. The shapely auburn-haired girl cried out loudly, kicking her legs in the air as, one on each side of her, Bebop and Rocksteady began to roughly maul her plump boobs with their massive, rough hands. As Bebop squeezed and then rolled a perked pink nipple between his fingers, April grit her teeth, her head falling back onto the bed; and when Rocksteady wrapped the pointed prehensile tip of his broad, thick muzzle around her other nipple, squeezing it firmly between his lips like his quadruped cousins might do with especially sturdy savannah grasses, then rolling it with astonishing skill, April's fists clenched behind her back, her back arching as she fought with all her might to keep from crying out at the strangely arousing sensations being erotically mauled by these animal-men was sending through her. She finally failed as Bebop began to slurp messily on her other breast, engulfing large expanses of her creamy skin in his wide snout, the sounds alone enough to drive April to distraction as she screamed loudly, her whole body bucking beneath the stronger, larger bodies of the powerful males on top of her.

Had she cum? April wasn't really sure. The last really satisfying orgasm she'd had was back when she'd begun making love to Splinter. For a rat, the Turtles' sensei was an absolutely phenomenal lover. Even though he'd once caught him having sex with her best friend, Irma, which had led to the end of their relationship, April still regretted breaking up with the older rat, and had once or twice found herself fantasizing about threesomes or moresomes between him and others, including his students and even mousy little Irma. She'd never acted on such fantasies, of course - she came from a good Irish Catholic background, and though she'd never really been terribly religious herself, April all the same did her best to repress her passions and fantasies with a strong sense of conservative propriety. Normally this was a good thing, since it helped her to focus on work, pouring all of her passion into becoming the best reporter in New York. But repressing her significant passions as she did also meant that April had a weakness for having them abused. Now, whining pitifully as she felt those rough hands grabbing her jumpsuit, pulling it down her body, tearing her sleeves and the waist where they wouldn't come down so easily, stripping her naked before the lusty, cruel gazes of these two wicked mutant animals, April squeezed her eyes tightly shut, wishing against everything that what was happening to her didn't make her so ridiculously turned on.

"Likin' this, huh?" laughed Rocksteady as he easily tore off April's white cotton panties, before his huge hand engulfed her flushed, puffy, smooth-waxed sex, making April tremble all over, her legs kicking outward as his fingers penetrated her smooth depths. "Figured you would, girlie. You're too tight to be a real slut, but I can always tell a slut-wannabe when I see one. Knew it the first time I saw you, all those years back."

"He sure did," agreed Bebop with a snort of laughter as he reached for a bottle of water-based lubricant on the top of the dresser near the bed, something both burly males kept handy at all times to help them make it through their frequent times of need when they were alone in their room. "Right from the start, he wanted to bone you good. I hadda remind him that the Shredder don't take kindly to his goons goofin' off on the job."

"I'm...ngh...I'm not a...nya!...a slut!" April protested as the burly boar started to drizzle lube over her chest and belly and down over her pubis, before her voice turned into moans that even she had to admit sounded slutty as the two males started to caress her smooth skin everywhere, rubbing their fingers into every little crevasse until she glistened all over, making cute whining sounds as Bebop's thick digits probed her bumhole, slicking that up as well.

"Sure, whatever girlie," laughed Rocksteady as he hooked his legs under her knees and hoisted them up, resting them on his shoulders as he lowered his muzzle toward her juicy little slit. "You tell yourself whatever you like. But _we_know better!"

April tried to say something more, to call the vicious thug out on his lies about her, but her voice was suddenly and completely cut off, turned into a loud squeal of surprise and sudden pleasure to a degree she couldn't even begin to have expected, as the rhinoman's tongue plowed into April's quim, spreading her smooth, pale pink pussy lips wide. Soon, April's breasts were bobbing as Rocksteady thrust his head forward and back, her toes curling upward as he squeezed the top of his rough tongue firmly against the roof of her inner walls, the rasping unlike anything April had ever experienced before with any human lover - Rocksteady's tongue was bigger than the cocks of any human lover April had ever had! Then Bebop's hands closed on her breasts once more, and April couldn't hold herself back as he expertly handled her fine, lube-slick mammaries, caressing them in a way that was almost tender until, before April could even think to resist, a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her scream the last thing she remembered before her whole world turned into a pink haze.

*

Irma spun her head to the side as she heard the scream - April's scream! - from somewhere off down a side corridor. Until that moment, the bespectacled young woman had been wandering blind, occasionally ducking down a side corridor to avoid some of the strange machines that inhabited the interior of the Terror Drome, robots that were never seen outside of its confines. But though Irma wasn't terribly good with directions, she could follow the cry of her best friend without any trouble at all. Within moments, Irma was tearing down the dimly-lit corridor where she'd heard her friend's cry, heedless of the danger of being caught. April needed her, and Irma wasn't about to...

As Irma came to a skidding stop before a partially-ajar sliding mechanical door, she peeked inside, before her jaw dropped at what she saw within: there, lying with her legs splayed lewdly apart on the edge of a large-size cot, her only clothing left the tattered remains of her ripped yellow jumpsuit still clinging to her shoulders and ankles, and her white boots, was April O'Neil. Between her legs, rubbing the tip of a cock that looked as long as Irma's forearm, at least from her awed perspective, was Rocksteady, the savage rhino henchman of the Shredder, while Bebop, the wild boar partner of Rocksteady, had just straddled April's chest, and had flopped the thick slab of his own cock between her full breasts, his huge hands just starting to squeeze those swollen mammaries together. Then, as Irma continued to watch in stunned, awestruck silence, Rocksteady's lips curled back as he slowly pushed his absolutely huge cock forward, spreading April's labia apart, and then her inner walls as well as he forced himself into her heavily-leaking pink depths. April's eyes popped open wide as Rocksteady gave a deep, guttural _grunt_of exertion as he tensed his belly and butt, force-feeding inch after meaty inch into the gorgeous young reporter's pussy. Then, as his heavy grey balls pressed against her bum, April opened her mouth to give a high-pitched wail. That wail, however, was cut off quite abruptly as Bebop thrust his own girthy shaft into April's wide-open mouth, giving a low moan of exquisite pleasure as the auburn-haired human was made to suckle messily on the wild boar's male meat just to keep from being suffocated, even as he continued to keep pressure on the rest of his shaft by powerfully squeezing her breasts together, his fingertips roughly fiddling with her nipples like a pair of arcade joysticks.

For Irma, this scene was simply too much for her to handle all at once. All her life, Irma had always been interested in the opposite sex...and in sex in general, if the truth had to be known. Her parents had been repressive about such things, though, and so Irma had been forced to keep all of her feelings bottled up until she went to college and met April. Irma had always admired April, who she saw as everything she wasn't: tall, beautiful, athletic, confident, professional. In a few of her most private moments, Irma had even fantasized about April and herself, though she'd never taken such fantasies seriously. Until now. Now, watching the huge, horny, almost impossibly well-endowed males thrust their hips, plundering April's writhing, beautiful body for their pleasure, all those old dirty thoughts came back in a rush so powerful, so mind-blasting, it made the slim, mousy girl's knees almost buckle, and she had to grab tight hold of the doorjamb to the bedroom to keep from losing her footing.

For April, the experience was even more intense. Her eyes wide but unseeing, April screamed around the thick brown cock in her mouth before Bebop thrust himself all the way forward, choking her into desperate gagging, the lack of air just making her body seize up even more, enhancing her forced pleasure. Rocksteady's steadily-thrusting hips sent bolts of raw sensation bursting through April's body like thunderclaps every time his balls slapped her butt, his groin squeezed tightly against her own. It was too much! April just barely had enough time to suck in a few ragged breaths as Bebop pulled slightly back, before she gave a whimpering mewl around his thick shaft, her copious drool making the boar's cock glisten as she looked up at his shades-covered eyes. This only seemed to make the burly boar more aroused as his mouth parted slightly, his tongue barely visible - he was panting like an animal! - before he started to almost brutally mash her breasts together, his thick-calloused fingertips squeezing and then rolling her rigid nipples until April's whole world reeled; she'd always heard that large-breasted women weren't supposed to be very sensitive in their mammaries, and yet April had always known that she was well-endowed, and that her breasts were quite sensitive. This knowledge was driven to the next level as the auburn-haired woman's eyes rolled back in her head, another orgasm robbing her mind of its ability to think, leaving only the primal instincts to react to what was being done to her...and to accept it willingly, like any proper animal in heat should.

Then Rocksteady started to pick up his thrusting, apparently urged on by April's orgasms tightening around his heavy, thick grey shaft, and April's whole body started to buck and jerk, grinding in time with the eager, lusty thrusts of her bestial rapists. Her eyes grew glazed, her cheeks and neck and chest right between her breasts heavily flushed, sweat running down her forehead and arms and legs in fat droplets, only to be whisked away against the thick-muscled bodies of the massive males rasping their leathery skin and short, bristly fur against her own softer, yielding flesh. Yielding to her helplessness, giving into the instincts that even millennia of civilized living couldn't fully erase, April gave herself up to the pleasure that wracked her body, her head bobbing in time with Bebop's piston-penis-thrusts, her hips arching upward to meet each of Rocksteady's forward-downward plunges before drawing back, ready to meet the next one with the same ecstatic eagerness.

As their prisoner-plaything started to really get into it, Bebop glanced over his shoulder at Rocksteady, knowing he must be quite a sight, feeling how flushed his cheeks were and knowing he was panting heavily now, wishing that he could sweat. Rocksteady, meanwhile, was sweating profusely, the muscles and veins of his neck standing out sharply as his huge fingers dug into April's soft pink skin, gripping her tightly to give him the leverage he needed to thrust faster, and faster still, keeping pace with the auburn-haired hottie's sudden burst of enthusiasm.

"Not gonna last long, bro," grunted Rocksteady, looking into his friend's shades-covered eyes. "Really close."

"Yeah," agreed Bebop between heavy pants, before he turned back around to face April, the dazed and desperately-horny look on her face as she greedily suckled his cock with all her quite considerable skill enough to drive him wild. "Gonna pop!"

"Do it, man!" exclaimed Rocksteady as he hoisted April's legs up and squeezed them tightly together, wrapping his arms around her thighs as he held her upthrust legs tight against his chest, his hips pounding her cunny so hard and fast, they were a grey blur. "Give it to her good!"

"Fill that cunt with rhino-cum!" Bebop snorted in bestial agreement, before his words failed him completely, the first blast of raw, overpowering orgasm shaking his entire body to its core, until he couldn't help but thrust his hips with brutal force, not caring if he injured April in the process. Rocksteady's teeth grit, his head lowered as though he were charging a challenger to his dominance of the savannah, his eyes wild and bloodshot as he felt his balls tighten...and then twitch, every part of his body suddenly consumed in the full-body pleasure that wracked his thick, muscular frame. Bebop could feel April greedily gulping his cum down, half in her own daze of orgasmic ecstasy, half from her instincts for self-preservation, as drinking down the boar's cum made sure she didn't drown in it. Rocksteady, likewise, could feel April's inner walls rippling around him, milking him for every last drop of potent rhinocum his heavy balls had to offer.

Both males breathing hard, their passions momentarily spent, they pulled back, letting April flop limply out on the bed, breathing even harder than both males combined, her expression one of complete and utter sexual fulfillment, a daze of post-orgasmic bliss so complete, so all-encompassing, it would be a wonder if she ever came out of it. Bebop's cock continued to drizzle a light coating of thick boarcream over April's breasts as he drew back and stood up, while Rocksteady grinned in appreciation of the copious spurts of cum that kept gushing from April's well-stretched cunny, too small and tight to manage to keep it all inside as it visibly contracted, obviously trying desperately to keep every possible drop of semen inside with the involuntary muscle action that came with the aftershocks of a good, heavy load of potent mansap.

"Mmm, did her good, man," Rocksteady praised his friend as he stood up, slapping Bebop on the back.

"Oh yeah," agreed the boar, reaching down to rub April's clitty hard and fast until her body tensed once more, her legs opening outward still further to press against the sheets of the bed, making April's hips arch upward. "Betcha you ruined her for other men permanently."

"Everybody 'cept you, pal," laughed Rocksteady, turning around to start walking toward the door of their room. "You kin clean up a bit in here if you wanna: I know you like eating out fresh-screwed girls. Me, I'm gonna go take a flow...huh?"

As Rocksteady shoved the door to his room all the way open, only slightly surprised to find that neither he nor Bebop had shut it all the way, his eyes widened in more than a little genuine surprise as a small, mousy little human woman tumbled forward onto her knees in front of him, her face only scant inches from his heavy, low-dangling cock, still glistening with April's orgasmic juices.

"Huh," said Bebop, stepping up next to his friend and placing a heavy hand on Irma's slender shoulder. "Look, girly, if you wanted some attention too, all you hadda do was ask." He grinned at Rocksteady and motioned with his head. "You go on and empty what's full. Me, I'm gonna stay here a little longer and fill what's empty."

"Ha!" laughed Rocksteady with a big grin as he patted Irma on the back and then easily lifted her to her feet with a simple tug on the back of her sweater. "You go, stud-pig. I'll hurry back for my share." He smirked down at Irma, making the smaller woman give a startled squeak as he squeezed her small butt through her skirt. "Try not to break this one, buddy, before I get back, though. She's kinda small. I almost wanna say we should throw her back."

"That just means she'll be a tighter ride, Rocksteady," Bebop said with an amused and quite eager snort, while Irma's eyes widened as the full realization of what was being discussed about her struck home at last, her mouth opening in dawning horror as she prepared to scream, even as the huge grey-skinned rhinoguy wandered off down the hallway. She didn't get the chance, however, as the burly, mostly-naked pigman, who was only wearing a black leather vest, a chain on one wrist, and a studded bracer on the other, the rest of his body completely nude, forced her mouth against his own, the strange feeling of the kiss, porcine snout pressed against tiny human mouth, shocking her once more into temporary silence. "You're gonna love what we do to ya, girly," snorted the brutish boar as he pulled away from the forced kiss with his new human plaything. "We was a bit rough on yer friend there 'cause of how long we'd gone without proper release. But now it's your turn, and we're gonna take you nice an'...slow. Gonna make it last a long time."

"W-wait!" Irma choked out, her voice almost lost again as Bebop grabbed her skirt, heedlessly tearing it with his huge hands before tossing the ruined bit of cloth aside, leaving the bespectacled girl's powder blue cotton panties exposed. "Wait! Maybe we can make some kind of deal. I mean, April's a big time reporter; she's got connections. And I've got a bunch of friends who aren't really picky about who they date...ah!" Irma's attempts at bargaining were cut off as Bebop roughly ripped Irma's turtleneck right down the front, before swiftly and efficiently peeling off the scant remnants of the shirt.

Doing her best to cover herself, hugging her arms around the blue sports bra she wore (and which was always a little loose, Irma sighed inwardly, now that the pads she normally wore over her breasts had popped out when her turtleneck had been ripped off) Irma swallowed nervously, her eyes turning down to look at Bebop's absolutely immense cock, already starting to swell to halfmast in the presence of a female to breed. Giving a short cry, then, as Bebop grabbed her wrists, lifting them easily above her head with a single meaty fist, Irma whimpered in embarrassment as Bebop seized her sports bra and easily snapped it from her body.

"Heh, cute," Bebop snorted, before bending his head, his strangely agile porcine lips closing around one of Irma's breasts, almost engulfing all of the pale-skinned mammary with ease, making Irma start to squirm and moan despite her disgust at being so handled by an ugly pig-mutant. At least, she should have been feeling disgust, or so Irma's rational mind was telling her. Really, though, Irma had to admit, even as she moaned even louder when he switched to her other breast, his thick tongue diddling her erect nipple, even as his free hand pushed beneath the waistband of her panties and thoroughly engulfed her small cunny, stroking through the neatly-trimmed brown fuzz before his fingers sank wetly into her slit...she was loving it. Her back arching as the brown-furred boar roughly forced his thick, calloused digits into her almost-untouched quim, his snout rising from her breasts, leaving them glistening, their nipples perked in the sudden chill of the room, so that he could start to suck on the sensitive spot just above her shoulder, Irma felt her fantasies starting to become reality, long, lonely nights where she'd worked herself over with a dildo, picturing some savage brute of a male who'd hold her down and do terrible things to her in the throes of raw, bestial lust flooding back in an instant. Bebop's fingers started to rasp rapidly against the ceiling of Irma's inner walls, then, and just like that, Irma wasn't fighting any more, wasn't even capable of resisting as the boar mutant shoved her back against the wall of the bedroom, her thighs spreading, toes arching with her neck and back. Irma was vaguely aware of screaming, and somehow knew it was her own scream of pleasure as her hips started to buck, the blood pounding in her ears as black and red spots flooded her vision, her juices squirting out onto Bebop's palm as she came more powerfully than she'd ever experienced before in any of her personal self-pleasuring sessions.

There wasn't a chance for Irma to recover from the blast of pleasure that had shaken her to the core, however, as Bebop released her wrists, letting Irma's hands fall to his shoulders, his massive palms slipping beneath Irma's thighs to hold them up and spread widely as he stepped forward. Irma's eyes widened behind her glasses as she looked down, trying to find her voice to somehow beg for mercy as she saw that ridiculously-sized pig penis jutting straight out from the massive mutant's groin, wriggling desperately against those irresistible hands and hips holding her legs splayed apart, her struggles doing little except to rub her too-tiny cunny against the fat brown glans that was even then spreading her labia apart more widely than any of Irma's toys at home could ever do.

"Please...ah!" wailed Irma as her body tensed with Bebop's first half-thrust, spreading her open just a little, and then pulling back, making Irma's inner walls convulse with a strange sense of emptiness and longing. "Don't...don't do...OH!" Once again, Irma's body tensed up, her legs closing like the wings of a butterfly, only to be stopped by Bebop's solid hips, and then shoved roughly back against the wall by his meaty hands as he took his time, pushing himself in nice and slow, letting Irma watch as his glans disappeared into her vigorously-clenching cunny, then a few inches of his shaft, her inner labia clinging to his hot, rigid flesh as he entered her...and then in reverse as he pulled back, his cock popping free, letting Irma suck in desperately-needed air, which she hadn't realized had been forced out of her lungs until that moment. "No more, no more, no more," Irma gasped desperately as she pressed her hands to Bebop's chest, trying to push him back, but lacking the strength to put more than a token effort into it, while she looked up at his face, at the lusty grin beneath his visor-covered eyes and broad snout, and shook her head, using her body language to beg for mercy where her words couldn't do the job. Bebop just snorted in amusement and kissed Irma like a savage, his mouth engulfing hers, his tongue cruelly wrestling with her own, making Irma's body heat up almost as much as it had when he was starting to fill her up with that huge, heavy cock.

As the kiss broke, Irma hung limply in Bebop's arms, resting her back against the wall behind her, not completely aware of her surroundings. Her head tilted downward, and she stared uncomprehendingly at the big pig dick prodding against her labia, already glistening down its first few inches with her juices as the burly board rubbed it up and then down the glasses-wearing girl's sex. Then, suddenly, Bebop's cocktip caught inside the cleft of Irma's cunny, and the nerdy girl's eyes widened as she realized what had happened - what was going to happen! Her will had been stretched to its breaking point, but all the same, Irma started to struggle again, more feebly than before, but a struggle all the same. It mattered less than nothing, however, as Bebop simply pressed his body up against the smaller human girl's, his chest squeezing against her breasts, his slightly-bent knees against her thighs, his much-greater mass and muscle more than enough to overpower all of Irma's resistance. Then, with a soft grunt, Bebop started to push his hips forward, taking his time to let Irma watch as inch after meaty, swollen inch of fat pork sausage sank into her defenseless cunny, spreading her, stretching her, filling her up more than she'd ever thought possible. Vaguely, Irma knew her expression must be comical, with her jaw dropped, her eyes almost bugging out of her head, but she just couldn't help it: it was more male meat than Irma had seen even on the male strippers at her friends' bachelorette parties. And when she felt those heavy, wiry-furred balls pressing against the curves of her pert bottom, the heavily-leaking glans squeezing against her cervix, she realized through the haze of pleasure and endorphins flooding her whole system that she'd somehow taken every last bit of it.

"Yeah, dat's it," grunted Bebop as he paused for a moment, slowly grinding his hips against Irma's, making the smaller girl's legs kick on either side of his hips. "All of it!"

Irma didn't get the chance to form any sort of reply, as Bebop's hips then drew back, as slowly as he'd thrust forward, drawing it out, letting her watch the way her inner walls clung to that girthy shaft, leaving its blue-veined surface glistening. Then his hips surged forward, and Irma screamed, her fingers knotting into fists in the boar's chestfur as he plunged back into her right up to the hilt. Then again, and again, and more, those big boar balls slapping against Irma's butt, turning her pink skin red, filling her right up to the point of bursting like a savage, brutal animal, holding nothing back as the beast-man sated his lust in Irma's body.

It was the second of Irma's screams that roused April from her stupor, before she gasped in horror, seeing her best human friend being raped against the wall by the mutant wild boar, Bebop. What was worse than this, however, was how Irma's hands were grabbing at Bebop's back, her legs wrapping as far around his hips and butt as possible, gripping him, pulling him in. Watching her friend's face as Irma cried out again, April felt her heart sink as she saw that Irma's face was tense not with pain, but with pleasure.

"Good show, huh?" said Rocksteady's harsh voice from the side of the bed, and April jerked her head around in shock. The big male chuckled as he reached over and easily lifted April up as he sat on the edge of the bed, setting her straddling one knee, his thigh pressing up into her cunny as he moved his big hands to cup and then start stroking and caressing her breasts. "Those turtle friends a' yours aren't the only ones that can move quiet when they wanna," he teased her even as his fingers caught her rigid, swollen nipples and started to roll them slowly, squeezing them until the auburn-haired reporter whimpered, leaving a trail of moisture on the grey skin of Rocksteady's thigh. "Now hush up and watch my buddy pop some piglets into your friend."

"P-piglets?" April got out, her eyes widening in horror as she watched Bebop's head snap back, even as he gave a feral, deep-throated squeal, echoed by Irma's answering cry, both their bodies making short, rhythmic jerks against each other as great drops of cum dripped down to the floor - there was just too much of it to all stay inside Irma's pussy.

"You betcha, sugar-tits," laughed Rocksteady as he stroked one hand down over April's belly, while the other continued to squeeze her nipples. "I don't know how to explain it, but I know you'n your friend there're both in a family way. Buns in the oven. Knocked up. Nailed. Up the duff. On the stork watch. In the pudding club. Harboring a fugitive. Eating for two. Expecting. With child. You get me?" The rhinoman chuckled wickedly as he slid the hand on April's stomach down between her legs, making April moan loudly despite herself as he started to roughly rub her bald quim, making sure to work his fingers deep into her folds. "I'd guess it's the animal side of me'n my buddy, letting us know stuff we'd never figure out as humans. Handy, huh?"

As April squirmed in unwanted pleasure at Rocksteady's skilled if brutish fingerjob, she watched as Bebop lowered Irma to the floor, April's brown-haired friend slumping to her knees, her trim, small breasts heaving, her face flushed, her expression showing her sexual daze. Somehow, April knew she must have looked a lot like that after the two beasts worked her over like they had. As soon as Bebop pressed his heavy length of male sausage against Irma's cheek, the other woman didn't even hesitate as she took the boar's brown-skinned cock into her mouth, tilting her head up to look up at Bebop's face as she bobbed her head forward and back, letting the big pig thrust almost straight down into Irma's throat, one hand gripping her big tuft of brown hair. As for April, her mind was reeling with too much information, trying to grapple with the thought that she could possibly be pregnant. She'd had a good number of lovers in college, and she'd never used birth control - her Catholic upbringing again - and yet she'd never gotten pregnant. Of course, she'd used the rhythm method instead in those days...when was the last time she'd had her period? Could it be true? Could she really be...?

All such thoughts were temporarily driven from her mind as Rocksteady suddenly shoved April forward on her front onto the bed, then grabbed her upturned, toned bottom, prying her cheeks apart. With a sharp intake of breath, April felt Rocksteady's hot breath on her tight bung only a moment before his tongue violated her anally. Gritting her teeth at the strange, dirty feelings this new sort of oral pleasuring gave her, April couldn't silence the high-pitched whine Rocksteady's rimming forced from her throat, her hands clenching where they were still locked behind her back.

It was when another loud, animal snort filled the room that April's attention was momentarily diverted to Bebop and Irma once more. Bebop had just pulled his cock back, popping it free of Irma's mouth just in time to give it a few rapid pumps, his belly and butt tight, their heavy musculature clearly defined, before he started to cum once more. The sight, April had to admit, was awe-inspiring, like watching a tidal wave, or a geyser, or some other natural event of overwhelming power as Bebop's cum blasted Irma, hosing her down, splattering against her glasses, coating them with cum, before Bebop's aim drifted downward, leaving a whitish glaze over Irma's shoulders and breasts. Protected behind her now-drenched glasses, Irma just continued to kneel there, her eyes and mouth open wide in breathless awe.

"Hey, buddy," Rocksteady called out, giving April some momentary relief as he pulled his muzzle away from her spread buns, though his rough hands stayed where they were, holding the auburn-haired hottie spread wide. "How'd you like a piece of this?" As he spoke, Rocksteady lifted one hand slightly, then brought it down with a loud smack on April's bottom, making her cry out in shock. "Only fair that you get equal time trying to knock this slut up, after all. Mmm, and I'm really looking forward to splitting this reporter's tight butt in two!"

"Wha-" gasped April, looking back at Rocksteady, not quite comprehending his words, until she suddenly turned her head forward, watching Bebop approach, his thick brown length rapidly regaining its full erection as he stroked himself. "No," she moaned softly, and then louder as Rocksteady grabbed her by the arms and pulled her upright, "no!"

"You make it sound like you gots a choice, girly," laughed Bebop as he reached out and grabbed April's thighs in his massive three-fingered hands, even as April felt Rocksteady's own hands on her waist, gripping her firmly as they lifted her together, her weight like nothing to the immense strength of one of them, and even less to both of them combined. "Gonna enjoy this...been lookin' forward to it since forever."

"Me too, buddy," agreed Rocksteady with a laugh as he rose to his feet, lifting April up between them, his hands going to her bottom, spreading her cheeks apart, even as Bebop's own hands spread April's thighs.

Seeing those thick, dripping poles of male meat thrust upward to meet her own yielding flesh, April did her best to struggle, to kick, to fight, to somehow resist and keep from suffering another violation. But after her recent ordeal, it was ultimately an effort in futility as April felt Rocksteady's swollen grey cockhead pressing against the tense rosebud of her rear passage, slowly spreading it apart despite all her squirming and desperate clenching. An instant later, April looked down in horror as Bebop's massive brown shaft nudged her labia apart with such casual lust. April wasn't going anywhere, and both manimal mutants knew it, and after their recent orgasms had sated their immediate desires, they were both intent on savoring the exquisite sensations of making April O'Neil the juicy, creamstuffed filling in a sexmeat sandwich.

"Ah!" April gasped out, her mouth and eyes wide as she felt the resistance of her anus give way, letting Rocksteady's rhinocock pop inside. "AH!" she cried out loudly as Bebop's lighter, pinkish glans pushed into her smooth, slick sex. "AIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed then as Rocksteady grabbed her bound wrists in one massive hand, her naked hip in the other, while Bebop's fingertips tightly depressed the skin of her thighs as he gripped her even more firmly, both bestial males pulling her forcefully down at the same time they thrust their hips up until their sperm-bloated balls pressed against each other, and April was filled with more cock than she'd ever thought possible.

April's legs kicked out on either side of Bebop's hips more out of reflex than any conscious resistance on her part, her mind momentarily broken by the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by creatures that weren't even, strictly-speaking, human. Splinter had come close, the best-hung male April had ever bedded up until that moment, and his talent as a ninja master translated well into his talent as a lover, but he'd only been one person, and not even his dexterous tail could rival these brutes for thickness. Then, with a long, slow groan of pleasure, Rocksteady began to pull back, still taking his time as inch after girthy inch of rhinocock exited April's clenching bum. Finally, just as the corona of his cock was barely visible past the ring of her anus, the hulking rhino began to _thrust_back inside, making April's back arch, her head falling back on his broad shoulder, while at the same time Bebop started to pull back, leaving such an exquisite void inside of April as he drew back right up until he was almost all the way out...before he, in turn, _thrust_forward once more, his movement mirrored by Rocksteady as the rhino pulled back once more.

Clenching her bound hands into tight fists, April fought with all her will to resist the overwhelming force that every moment threatened to overwhelm her as Bebop and Rocksteady took up a solid, steady pace of thrusting, their cocks sawing in and out of her like a pair of lumberjacks in synch. Stretched as wide as she was, April felt Bebop's meaty shaft rub against her clitty almost constantly, felt her breasts bouncing with each forceful impact against her pudenda or bottom, both of which were soon a deep, flushed red from the constant slapping as the animal-men picked up their pace. It was intoxicating for April to be surrounded like this by two such overwhelmingly powerful males, their presences as well as their bodies pressing in close around her, engulfing her with their raw, primal power. With a mental lurch as a sudden burst of orgasm shook her body, making her sweat run down her body until her smooth, Irish-pale skin glistened, April realized that she was ruined for normal men forever. First Splinter with his skill coupled with significant size, and now these enthusiastic, brutal beasts who were starting to pound April's quim and bum now, their deep, animal grunts and snorts and strange, primal scents sinking into April's soul, as though their essences were corrupting hers with their closeness, turning her far-too-quickly into their willing slave. April couldn't even resist letting a few memories of catching the Turtles with their pubescent turtlecocks hanging out, deceptively long and thick for their relative heights, and each a strangely appetizing deep green color slip to the fore of her mind, and wonder what it would be like to be the one to whom the Turtles lost their collective virginities.

All such thoughts, however, were suddenly blasted away like leaves on the wind as Bebop and Rocksteady changed their tempo, now thrusting in and out at the same time, filling and emptying April's inner places faster now, harder, their muscular, masculine bodies squeezing tightly against April on either side, her breasts almost flattened against Bebop's chest as her nipples rasped up and down through his thick, coarse brown fur with each powerful conjoined thrust from the two mighty males, her firm bottom bouncing with each smack of Rocksteady's hips against her well-spread bum. Clenching her teeth tightly, her eyes squeezing shut, April shook her head from side to side as she tried desperately to retain some meager grip on her sanity. This effort proved futile as the huge males suddenly started to jackhammer April's body with a force and intensity that before all her attempts to keep control of herself into dust, orgasm starting to overtake her mind as well as her body, making her jerk and writhe even before she felt the pair sandwiching her start to cum. And when they did cum...the first double splash inside of April's inner self, mixed with the loud bellows of the two mutant males, was enough to blast April's mind as hard as her insides were being blasted by the tsunami force of the superhuman beastmen's semen!

Pulling out with a long sigh of contentment, spurting a bit of his excess cum onto April's back, Rocksteady stretched slowly, raising his arms above his head, his expression one of pure, relaxed bliss. Bebop held himself deep inside of April for a while longer, but before too long slowly lowered her down onto the bed once more, letting her collapse in orgasm-induced exhaustion.

What followed next would always be a blur for April, shrouded in a heavy haze of instinctual lust. She remembered the long minutes in which her two captors-turned-lovers (for so she was already starting to think of them in her pleasure-addled haze) and her friend-cum-lover ground themselves against her smooth body, making sure to work out every last of their cum inside of her and her friend, and at the same time ensuring that April's orgasms continued until they were spent, at least for the moment. Perhaps what took place then was drawn out over days, or maybe even weeks. It couldn't have been months, though - if what Rocksteady were real, April knew she'd have started to show a baby bump if she'd been their slave for more than a month or two. Vaguely she recalled being laif on one of the beds, and then hearing Irma begging for mercy as the two brutish males closed in on her, their huge hands rubbing her everywhere, giving her no escape, no mercy, but only forceful, blissful release as they frigged the glasses-wearing girl until her cheeks were flushed, her legs wobbly, her juices running down her thighs in small rivers.

The next of April's recollections from that time in which her mind wandered in a haze of pleasure was of Irma - and Irma was actually pretty cute when she was naked and flushed like that, April remembered thinking - having her face squeezed between April's thighs by Rocksteady's heavy hand on her ponytail as Bebop straddled April's head and reached down to hold April's legs up, his balls resting on the auburn-haired Irish girl's forehead. Whimpering softly, Irma tried to get out an apology to April for what she was about to do, before Rocksteady pushed the smaller girl's mouth up against April's cunny, and Irma started to dutifully lick at April's tender girlflesh, and then to suck on it, her efforts gradually bringing her back around to April's clitoris again and again, until April had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming. Desperate to avoid Irma's eyes, which looked so large and sexy through the magnification of her glasses, April looked up just in time to see Rocksteady's meaty hands mauling Irma's smooth, pale pink tushie, his expression so sexily evil it made April shudder, just as the rhinoman pried Irma's cheeks apart, his thumbs obviously spreading her sex wide, before he lunged forward with his hips, making Irma scream into April's pussy as the petite Channel 6 secretary's slit was split wide by thick, juicy rhinocock. That scream was all it took to force a similar scream from April's own mouth - muffled quite suddenly, much like Irma's, as Bebop arched his hips back and down just as April's head tilted back, cramming his own thick boar sausage past April's unresisting lips.

Though the transition was still hazy, April's next recollection was of Bebop's cum still on her tastebuds as she pressed her mouth to Irma's cunny, tasting Rocksteady's cum as well. Irma was lying with April sideways on the bed, her mouth still pressed tightly to April's quim, no longer an unwilling participant as she and the sexy auburn-haired hottie ate each other out in a full sixty-nine position, while nearby Bebop and Rocksteady watched eagerly, stroking their momentarily-spent cocks back to full hardness. Then, as Irma cried out in orgasm, flopping onto her back, her legs and arms flailing in the grip of orgasm, April climbed down the bed, away from Irma, until she was able to slip her legs on either side of Irma's cunny, scissoring against her friend's legs, pushing herself back up until her own cunny was kissing Irma's. Irma squealed like a little girl at this, and before too long she was thrusting her hips forward and back in time with April's own thrusting hips, cumming again and again, until both girls were worked up to a full, fine froth, the room filled with wet, sexy squelching sounds.

Somewhere after orgasm had overtaken both her and Irma, April knew that her captors-cum-lovers must have let the two girls rest. That rest, however, was rudely interrupted, and further ensuring that April's pink haze of lust wasn't dispelled, by the feeling of a thick, blunt muzzle against her exposed cunny. Coming back to wakefulness, April gripped the sheets, watching wide-eyed as Rocksteady greedily ate her out, his eyes wide with almost childish eagerness, making him look strangely cute as he rested April's legs on his shoulders, his tongue rapidly and messily slurping up and down April's slit, digging deep into her cleft more than a few times in his eagerness to delve out her sweet juices. Irma was in similar straights right next to April, lying on her back as well while Bebop mashed his snout against her cunny like a pig at a trough, the sounds of his sloppy cunnilingus loud in April's ears. The effectiveness of Bebop's oral efforts was clearly visible, though, as Irma bucked her hips, her smaller breasts heaving as she jerked her head from side to side, an expression of almost pain on her face as the boar brutally ravished her senses. Then April felt her own pleasures overwhelming her as Rocksteady's tongue plunged deep inside of her, his thick upper lip rasping against her clitty at the same time his tongue dug upward, right against her G-spot.

Next thing April remembered, as orgasm made her white out for a short while, was wailing loudly as Rocksteady thrust down into her, pinning her beneath him in the missionary position, her breasts bobbing as he worked his hips with brutal force. In a brief moment of clarity, April noted that the two mutant males had moved their cots next to each other, pressing them together into one larger bed, letting April lie down, fully splayed out under the powerful beast on top of her, while Irma squirmed nearby on the other half of the pressed-together bed, squealing like a schoolgirl as Bebop rutted her like a beast in heat. This time neither of the males were trying to hold back like before. Now they were just eager to plant their seed, again and again and again, and April soon felt her inner walls shuddering as Rocksteady gave a loud groan over her, mirrored by a throaty grunt from Bebop, before the males pulled out, leaving April with a sense of disappointed emptiness. The feeling lasted only a moment, though, as Bebop and Rocksteady shared a handslap, like tag-team wrestlers switching out, before they switched places, and April cried out as Bebop's thick cock plunged into her, filling the emptiness, even as Irma pulled her legs up, hugging them to her chest, her eyes watching with aroused fascination as Rocksteady's cock pistoned in and out of her yielding girlparts.

The next orgasm stole some more of April's sense of time, and when next she became lucid, she was on all-fours, with a heavy cock splitting her tight tushie wide, and Irma's own cunny right before her down-looking eyes, the other girl's bum also split apart by the steady thrust of an immense cock, her legs splayed apart like the wings of a butterly. Not even caring who was buttstuffing whom, April felt Irma eating her out as she lay beneath the auburn-haired hottie, and soon plunged her face down to return the favor, with interest.

Was it hours, days, or more? Time had dilated for April, but eventually her mind ceased its drifting, and she came to herself, lying on her back, with Bebop lying, spent and sleeping and snoring rather loudly, on his back on one side of her, Irma dozing under one arm while April used the other as a pillow, while Rocksteady lay on his side, his still-hard grey cock rubbing against April's thigh, one burly arm draped over her chest. For several long, languorous minutes, April just enjoyed the moment, feeling the warmth of the two males pressed so close against her, feeling their seed cooling on her naked body. Then, however, the reality of her situation came crashing back in, and April's eyes opened wide: she had to escape! She had to get back to Earth!

It wasn't an easy thing, disentangling herself from the two massively-muscled males who'd ravished her and her friend so roughly for such a very long time, and April strongly suspected that, if they hadn't been so thorough in their work on her and Irma, she'd have never managed it at all without waking them. As it was, however, they as well as Irma were out cold, and it would probably take an atom bomb to rouse them. Once she was on her feet, April took stock of her situation, and realized that it wasn't terribly good at all. For starters, her clothes were utterly ruined, and she didn't want to risk rummaging through the things of the two mutant males, for fear that they'd wake while she was doing so. Of course, the next problem that came to April's attention was how to escape. She was in the Terror Drome, after all, and she'd seen it starting to power up its dimensional transporter before she'd been taken prisoner, so she strongly doubted she was even on Earth right then. If she was going to get home, therefore, she'd have to sneak around the interior of the bad guys' lair, locate a teleporter, figure out how to use it, and to top it all off, she'd have to do all of this while naked. Overall, April realized her chances weren't good, and that was if everything worked in her favor.

"Oh well," sighed the beautiful auburn-haired woman as she gently nudged open the door to Bebop and Rocksteady's room. "I guess the universe owes me some good luck after all the hard breaks I've been having recently."

Before she left, April carefully placed a hand over Irma's mouth, and then gently shook the smaller girl awake, the hand ensuring that Irma's mumbles upon waking didn't arouse their mutant captors. Dazedly, Irma looked around her, obviously much more out of it than April had been, but she didn't resist as April pulled her to her feet, and led the bespectacled girl out of the bedroom with her. Once they were in the hallway, and April had closed the door to the room behind her, she took a short while making sure Irma was fully awake, or as close to it as was possible under the circumstances, and knew her plan.

"Do you have any idea where we'd find something like this...teleporter thingamajig?" Irma asked incredulously. "Because I don't know about you, but that was the most incredible sex I've ever had in my life." She shrugged her slender shoulders. "If we're trapped on an alien ship from another dimension, at least the company's not that bad," she rubbed her rather tender bum, then, wincing a little, "once you get used to it."

"Irma..." April started, but Irma raised a placating hand.

"All right, all right: we'll get out of here. But you make sure you know how to get back here, just in case things don't go the way you're hoping." Irma shuddered. "Those big guys might be kind of homely, but at least they're not creepy like that masked Shredder guy."

On that point, April had to agree: getting caught by Shredder, especially while naked, did not rate highly on her list of desirable outcomes to this escape attempt. Fortunately for both her and Irma, however, April had been inside the Terror Drome on more than one occasion during her many adventures with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and had a rough idea of how to navigate her way around the place. That, and despite its intimidating size, the Terror Drome actually didn't have nearly as much walking space on its insides as one might think, most of its mass made up of the various automated systems that kept it running, working the power, the weapons, the computers, and so forth. Figuring that the most important things on the Terror Drome would be at its heart, that meant that April just had to remember the direction she'd been brought in by Bebop and Rocksteady, and then go opposite from that.

Luckily for April, her hunch turned out to be right, though it made a certain amount of good sense: Krang, for all his brilliance, never bothered to take much of his time making his robots especially smart, so it helped to keep the layout of his mobile battle fortress fairly simple, thus simplifying the needed programming. The only problem, of course, was avoiding the occasional patrols of Foot Soldiers or Rock Soldiers, but this was greatly alleviated by the recent skirmish with the Turtles, which had left most of the troops on board the Terror Drome busy with other matters, either repairing the Drome itself, or their damaged comrades, or attending to the important and complicated matters that accompanied such a sudden and desperate jump into another dimension. As for the rest, April and Irma were able to find plenty of stray pipes, banks of cables, and similar sorts of cover, their attention to finding such important details greatly enhanced by their present state of nudity.

Finally, after long minutes of tense, occasionally heartstopping stealth, the two young women stepped out into a large open area with a vast screen dominating most of one wall. This was a place April couldn't remember having been before in her brief and thankfully rare past experiences inside of the Terror Drome, but she knew a central headquarters when she saw one.

"Quick, Irma," April said as she walked toward the bank of computers directly beneath the massive main screen, "help me figure these controls out. There's got to be some sort of clues for us to follow so we can get back home."

Hurrying to the extensive bank of controls, the two girls quickly began to sweep their searching eyes over the array of buttons and readouts. To the surprise of both young women, most of the controls and displays were actually labeled in English, the "labels" in question actually being a variety of changeable lights that could be shifted between various languages.

"I guess it makes sense they'd have stuff in an Earth language," Irma mused as she lightly ran her fingertips over the buttons before her. "After all, there's humans and...well...almost humans on board this-hey!" She turned excitedly toward April. "I think I've found..."

April's face became questioning as she heard Irma's voice trail off, and she looked toward her friend, only to see the bespectacled girl staring fearfully at something over April's shoulder. Feeling a sinking sensation develop in the pit of her stomach, April turned, and then winced in anticipation of complete failure in their escape attempt at what she saw standing there: it was Krang.

Firmly ensconced in the cavity in the belly of his artificial body, the wicked alien warlord towered over April. The small head on top of this hulking body lacked any significant expression, and April only looked upward for a moment before turning her gaze downward. Of course, as she looked at the ugly, gleefully leering mass of pink brain tissue that was Krang's proper form, she really wished she hadn't.

"Well, well," laughed the hideous brain creature, taking a step forward and starting to reach out with one massive mechanical hand, "what have we here? It looks like two stowaways to me! Trying to hijack my Terror Drome, are we?"

"N-no," exclaimed April, stepping back, just out of reach of the artificial body's range. "We're just trying to go home. We were..."

"Taken prisoner by those two mutant buffoons, yes I know," Krang said, cutting April off with a dismissive wave of one slimy tentacle, a motion that was mirrored by one of the humanoid hands of his artificial body. "I monitor everything on my Terror Drome when I'm not distracted with trivial matters like a strategic withdrawal. As soon as we were safely away, back to Dimension X, I did a quick sweep of the Terror Drome, just to make sure we hadn't picked up any stragglers." Then Krang began to chortle in his hideous, high-pitched, whining voice as he began advancing on April in earnest. "You can't possibly imagine my delight when I saw who it was that those two clods had brought aboard!" Grinning lecherously, drool running down his ugly face, Krang lifted both hands of his powerful artificial body, reaching out for April once more.

"No way," gasped April as she realized the intentions of the disgusting brain creature from another dimension, walking backwards as she held her hands out in front of her to try and ward off Krang's body as best as she could. "There is absolutely no way that...ah!"

Expecting the room behind her to remain wide open, as it had been when she and Irma had first entered, April gave a short cry of surprise as her naked back and bottom pressed against a smooth metal surface, her hands lowering to her sides to feel it. The gesture was instinctive, but it was the movement that ruined April's chances of escape as, quite suddenly, the metal plane behind her sprouted strangely flexible manacles made of an alien metal, which promptly clamped over April's wrists. More manacles latched onto her ankles, and despite the shapely auburn-haired woman's struggles, she was quite firmly pulled back against the smooth metal, its slightly cool surface making her smooth bare skin start to break out in goosebumps. April looked at Krang's real face with defiance, but only for a moment, before the table to which she was strapped (for table it was) suddenly flipped backwards, her full breasts bobbing as she was promptly repositioned.

"You also can't possibly imagine how long it's been since I've had a female to ravish," Krang continued in his strangely liquid, high-pitched voice as he approached the table, the hands of his mechanical body reaching down to carefully release the safety catches that held Krang securely in place. "Back when I first started as a warlord, I used to have three or four women nightly to celebrate my conquests. Of course Neutrino females aren't nearly as satisfying as human women," Krang added, licking his lips with disgusting glee as he pulled himself with a wet, messy slurping sound from the stomach cavity of his mechanical creation, and began to crawl, sluglike, up the table between April's spread legs. "But human women are in such short supply in Dimension X, and I'd only just barely discovered their potential pleasures when I lost my old body, and this new one," he glanced disparagingly at the hulking mechanical figure, which shrugged in response, demonstrating a surprising amount of personality for what was supposedly merely a replacement body, "doesn't have the proper equipment for a good post-conquest rape session."

"Like you do," taunted April as she struggled against her bonds, doing her best not to look down at the frighteningly mobile brain creature even then crawling its way between her spread legs.

"You would be surprised," added Krang, smacking his lips gruesomely, and April couldn't suppress a shudder as the pink-fleshed creature stroked his slimy tentacles over her smooth, supple inner thighs.

Suddenly, April gasped sharply as Krang's body moved, seemingly of its own accord, its huge hands reaching down to grip her breasts, first caressing them with startling gentleness, and then squeezing them between its solid fingers. Too late, April realized that much of the machinery in the Terror Drome must respond to Krang's thoughts, without him needing to touch them, but by that point, several mechanical arms were extending from the table to which she was strapped, each tipped with an implement of erotic torture. Despite herself, April felt her body grow flushed as strangely vibrating implements stroked over her smooth, flat belly, her ribs, and the undersides of her breasts, feeling the mild current flowing through them stimulating her nerves in such overwhelmingly erotic ways. Krang laughed as he saw April bite her lower lip, her cheeks flushing at the pleasure she was feeling despite herself, then casually stroked a slender tentacle over April's exposed cunny.

"I made this little device specifically for breaking in Neutrino women," the brainlike warlord explained as he slowly teased the tip of his tentacle into April's flushed quim. "As you might expect from a native of Dimension X, Neutrinos are a hardy folk, with strong wills that quite belie their small size. Compared to Neutrino females, you human wenches haven't got a chance!"

With that triumphant exclamation - a claim that April realized with a sinking heart and rapidly-growing arousal was almost certainly true - Krang's tentacle tips squeezed against her labia, and then pried them apart, even as he pulled himself forward a few more precious inches. April's eyes opened wide in shock as she felt the first caress of Krang's oversized tongue very nearly engulfing her cunny, her head jerking upward along with her hips, her knees and elbows bending as she fought to be free of the table's restraints. Tightening her belly, April gyrated desperately, jerking herself as far from Krang's questing mouth as she possibly could, but her range of movement was far too limited, and soon she cried out loudly as Krang's tongue began to noisily, wetly, messily slather up her juicy cunny, the licks starting slow, but quickly increasing in speed and force. Then, with an ear-splitting wail, her back arching, bottom lifting off the table, breasts heaving, April felt Krang's tongue push into her trembling, tense twat with inexorable force, until she felt almost as stretched as she'd been by the cocks of Bebop and Rocksteady.

Flopping limply back onto the smooth metal plane, April sobbed as her legs jerked with orgasm, her hands bunched up into tight fists above the manacles holding her wrists securely in place. Once more, she was nothing but the plaything of a hideous monster. Once more, she was a prisoner to pleasure that she hadn't sought, her body being manipulated in ways that were far beyond anything she'd ever even considered before when she'd been with human lovers. Breathing heavily, her body bathed in a light sheen of cooling sweat, April looked tiredly down at the cruel extradimensional warlord as he pulled his tongue free of her clinging folds with a gush of her juices, before he grinned up at her with that triumphant, disgusting leer of his.

"Tired out already?" Krang taunted. "But we've only just started! I have so many delightfully devious devices to show you...AH!"

During all this time, as April writhed and squirmed under the torturous designs of Krang, Irma had been anything but idle. The controls of the Terror Drome were designed to be simple enough so that even rock soldiers (or Bebop and Rocksteady, for that matter) could figure them out with some trial and error. While Irma wasn't a genius, she wasn't stupid either, and she was certainly smarter than most of the mental midgets who regularly made use of the Terror Drome's central controls when Krang or Shredder weren't around. The first set of controls she figured out were the ones that controlled dimensional portals; surprisingly enough, these were the simplest for her, made even more so by the lingering coordinates of Earth in the system, as the last destination visited. Freeing April, however, had taken some extra work, and Irma had been desperately tapping at the controls for almost half an hour before she hit the right key sequence that released the flexible metal straps on April's wrists and ankles. Once Irma found that set of controls, however, it was a relatively simple matter afterward to turn the machines Krang had been using the manipulate April on himself.

Rolling deftly to the floor and rising quickly to her feet, April hurried to where Irma was even then programming in the coordinates for a dimensional portal that (she hoped) would take them both home. Both she and Irma also did their very best not to look back at the strangely disgusting, and even more strangely arousing, sounds coming from the table where Krang was now strapped, metaphorically hoisted on his own petard, the many pleasure-stimulating devices he'd been using on April, and several he'd been about to use, going into full operation on the most readily-available target: Krang himself.

"Got it!" exclaimed Irma in joy as a shining purple portal suddenly burst into existence on the main screen in front of them. Reaching out, she grabbed tight hold of April's arm, and together, the two women leapt through. An instant later, they were kneeling, still naked, but free once more, in the rubble of the ruined city blocks of New York.

*

Though their boss had been upset that April and Irma hadn't brought back any footage from inside the Terror Drome, even he had to admit that the footage they'd gotten up to the point where April had been captured had been stellar, award-winning stuff. That both women had somehow returned safely from a journey to another dimension also added a certain amount of celebrity status to them both (especially April, as Channel Six's star reporter) which caused viewers to flock to see the Channel Six news. Both women had, of course, been given paid leave for the week that they'd spent in Dimension X (and both were astonished that it had been such a short period of time), and offered two weeks' paid vacation time on top of that, time which, at least at first, April had declined, and Irma had as well after learning of April's decision. Now, however, as she stared at the small piece of plastic in her hand, April wasn't sure she'd need two weeks leave. More like a few months, judging from the blue line she could see in the window of the pregnancy test stick.

"You too?" asked Irma, sitting on the bed just outside the bathroom into which April had briefly sequestered herself, wearing a thick terrycloth bathrobe. After their time together in Dimension X, April and Irma's relationship had become more complicated, but a lot more fun, and Irma tended to stay over at April's place quite a lot.

"Yeah," sighed April, stepping out of the bathroom and showing her friend the results. "Well, I guess it could be worse."

Irma arched an eyebrow at that, to which April shrugged, grinning.

"Well, we could be pregnant with Krang's babies."

"Oh yuck!" giggled Irma, before she stood up, setting the pregnancy test on the nightstand, and hugged her friend close. "I guess it'll be all right, though, in the end. After all, I'm with you."

"Yeah," April agreed, before she and Irma kissed, their eyes closing as her naked body pressed against Irma's partially-clothed one, basking in each others' warmth. "It'll be all right."

Kissing her friend again, April brushed her hands over Irma's shoulders, letting the terrycloth robe slide smoothly to the floor as he tongue found and began to stroke and wrestle against her friend's. Irma gave a soft cry as April's leg lifted, her thigh squeezing against Irma's tense, moist cunny, before the bespectacled girl started to grind herself against April's smooth, toned flesh, holding onto April's shoulder with one hand while the other reached down to caress the auburn-haired hottie's own juicy cunny, until April moaned loudly into their kiss, pushing against Irma until they both tumbled back onto the bed.

Within moments both girls were grinding against each other on the bed, lying on their sides, sweat bathing their smooth, pink-skinned bodies with a lustrous sheen as Irma continued to buck her hips with steadily-increasing speed and force against April's thigh, while April stifled her own cries by kissing and then sucking hard on the spot where Irma's neck met her shoulder, whining loudly as she left a bright red hickey on her friend-cum-lover, her orgasm making her body jerk in time with Irma's own loud wail, making April hope in the back of her mind that her neighbors in the apartment upstairs wouldn't complain to the superintendant.

As Irma fell back onto the soft sheets of the bed, April leaned over her, working her fingers firm and fast in and out of her cute, nerdy lover's cunny, squeezing her fingers against the top of Irma's clinging inner folds. Working as hard as she could make her hand go, April just watched Irma's face as her friend gripped the sheets beneath her, feeling a warm glow settle over her as she basked in the exquisite sensation of giving pleasure so very well.

"Yeah," she whispered softly, her eyes heavy-lidded. "We'll be all right."