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"Dude, what's wrong?" Michelangelo looked over to the red masked turtle that took up the other half of the couch next to him. Raphael was too focused on trying to get the controller to change the channel to really absorb anything the turtle with the yellow mask had to say. Michaelangelo looked a bit puzzled still as the fact that the batteries dying out was the very excuse the controller needed to give up the ghost and it only prompted him to ask once again.

"Uhh... Raph dude, like what happened?"

Raphael had grown tired enough of the failing task at hand, that he had time to listen to the other turtle "Hmm? Well genius, I think the batteries just might be living impaired. Damnit where's Donatello when you actually need him for something useful?"

Michelangelo sighed and rubbed the back of his head as he sat there just as lazily as Raph "So uhh, does that mean we're gonna need new ones?"

Raphael was about to say something but as he heard the turtle's inquiry towards the battery situation, he had no choice but to roll his eyes with expected disbelief as his bro looked at him a bit naively, only to reply somewhat sarcastically to the other reptile sitting next to him "No, we don't need to use batteries. We'll just use the power of love to bring it back to life".

The lair was pretty quiet for the middle of the day, in fact for the past three weeks it had been quite devoid of very much activity save for the sound of the television running non stop in the absence of Splinter, Leonardo and Donatello for that time; but hey when you're the only two turtles left to entertain one another, there was only so much you could do outside of training and the occasional visit to the surface to get pizza. Neither Michelangelo or Raphael were sure why exactly Splinter needed to take two of his favourite students to the woods for outdoor training as they couldn't think of anything wilderness related they needed to learn; seeing as they had all mastered anything and everything they could think of that had to do with ninja combat outdoors. Needless to say however, they would soon get the chance to at least investigate their uncertainty as they both suddenly turned their attention to the sound of the lair door opening up.

Both turtles focused their attention on the door as it began to open and to their surprise it was Donatello. Well... it was less of a surprise that it would be Donatello coming through the door as it was that it was only Donatello and neither rat or their blue masked bro. They gave his entrance the benefit of the doubt though as they listened for the sound of other footsteps that didn't belong to him, however after a few seconds it was pretty evident that it was Donatello and none other.

"Hey Donatello, what gives?" asked Raph, a bit confusedly only for Michelangelo to chime in with the same uncertain tone to his voice that his bro shared

"Yeah dude, like where's Leonardo and master Splinter?"

Donatello hung his sack up on the valve of one of the pipes that ran up the wall next to the lair door and laid his bo to rest temporarily next to it as well. He didn't appear to have any fresh bruises or scars on his body that a typical training outing often lent to the green reptilian team when they would often go off on their training excursions. In fact, Donatello wasn't even limping or rubbing any tender areas as he turned to reply to the curious couch dwellers.

"Oh hey guys. Nah Splinter sent me back early to check up on you guys. Well that and I have to get back to fixing a couple of things around the lair. I'll be in my workshop if you need me guys".

Raphael quickly got in the typical sarcastic jab he was popular for as he held up the TV remote while Donatello disappeared around the corner and off towards his workshop "Yeah, starting with the TV remote!" and with that, all three turtles carried on with their day; with Donatello getting to work at tinkering around in his workshop, Raphael searching around the kitchen for a fresh new set of batteries and Michelangelo to laze about on the couch and think about what kind of pizza he was in the mood for.

As the day slowly passed away, and with as much lazing about that Michelangelo could handle, he had no choice but to get up off the couch to stretch his legs and see if he could find anything to do around the lair. He wandered about, checking the cupboards, fridge and drawers for something to nibble on. Even if it was just a scrap of mozarella on the counter, it was enough for him to at least satiate the munchies within his gut as it subtly rumbled deep within itself; but to his disappointment, there really wasn't much of anything left around the place in terms of food and he knew it would be pointless to fight a losing battle through Raph's wit and sarcasm, just to get him to sneak up to the surface with him to get a bite to eat. Thankfully however, there was more than just one other turtle at home, and it didn't take him very long to wander on over to Donatello's workshop to see if he'd like to help a fellow turtle out.

Michelangelo made his way to the workshop and passed through the recently soundproofed hall that Donatello fixed up to drown out the noise of activities going on in his shop so it wouldn't interfere with the TV room. The sound of the TV behind him and Raphael's occasional laughter at his favourite stand up comedy show gradually lost it's auditory strength as the sound of clanking and arc welding grew louder as he made his way closer to the entrance to Don's lair, only to peek his head around the corner upon arrival at his destination, and call out a bit nervously as he knew how much of a pet peeve it was of Donnie's to interrupt him while he's working.

"Dude? Uh, Donatello?"

Donatello was busy working away at some large piece of equipment he wasn't familiar with, his efforts completely focused on the task at hand as he kept welding away; the electric blue flare from the arc welder flashing brightly off the reptilian geek's dark, reflective goggles, highlighting everything in his workshop with it's ambient blue hue. Michelangelo called out again, louder this time and rubbing the back of his head a bit nervously as he wasn't sure if his bro could hear him or if he was ignoring him.

"D-Dude?!"

Donatello jerked a bit suddenly and set his torch down before looking over his shoulder at first to see him in the archway. The piece of equipment he was working on looking like a large generator of some sort with an opening running through the middle just large enough for a turtle to stand in.

"Wha?" Donatello asked before smiling and nodding, happy to see his yellow masked twin "O-oh hey Michelangelo. What's up?"

Michelangelo smiled and blushed a bit as he felt the brief appreciation "Hey dude. You wanna got get some 'pizza?"

Donatello got up and raise his goggles so he could see the other turtle better, letting them sit there on his forehead. "Hmm? Nah I'm not too hungry Michelangelo. Maybe later tonight if master Splinter and Leonardo get home"

Michelangelo looked a bit puzzled and asked him with the same level of puzzled inquiry as he looked about the turtle's workshop and just what it was he was building, unsure exactly where to start "So like dude... what did you, master Splinter and Leonardo do while you were gone? Like what kind of training did you guys do?"

Donatello smiled and nodded, taking his goggles off and setting them down next to the welding torch on the table next to him and looked over Michelangelo's shoulder at the makeshift door of an open curtain he had hanging at the entrance, leading him to have a seat on one of the stools sitting next to it, his arms folded over and resting gently on crossed legs "Well if you close the curtain behind you I can give you an idea, but it's a bit of a secret and I don't know how much Splinter wants me to tell..." and with that, Michelangelo nodded and turned to close the curtain behind him before coming back to stand there in front of the other turtle and speak down to him

"Uh okay dude. If it's a secret I won't dishonor master Splinter and tell anyone"

Donatello gulped and shivered rather briefly and just about as subtly as there was only a couple of feet between his eyes Michelangelo's midsection, at belt level. It would appear that whatever went on in his training for the last three weeks seemed to be responsible for invoking this kind of response within his libido as he looked back up at his rather curious yet slightly confused reptilian and doing his best to answer him without giving away too much.

"Well uh you see, it all started when Leonardo and I finally tracked master Splinter down in the woods just outside of the city and...."

"Shh... Donatello, there he is..." Leonardo cautiously and quietly exclaimed to Donatello in the dense brush they were passing through, as he saw their rat master meditating on a large fallen tree trunk in the middle of a small clearing, about forty or so feet away. He was dressed in his usual maroon coloured kimono with his wooden walking stick set aside next to him on the ground. Donatello felt Leo's hand grab the top of his shell just as he heard his words, and stopped suddenly, looking over to see Splinter sitting there, alone and very obviously at peace with himself.

Leonardo whispered about as quietly as he could to his green counterpart "Okay.... he obviously wants us to use our ninja tracking skills to find him, so let's surprise him and catch him off guard. You circle around over there and wait for my signal and then you take him from behind", leaving Donatello to smile and nod, not wanting to give away the position both he and Leonardo were in before using his expert woodland stealth skills to start sneaking around to the other side of the small clearing.

It took about a couple of minutes at best as they both took up position on either side of their master, all the while the only activity coming from the rat being that of his calm, steady breathing; but it didn't take long for that to change however. Suddenly Leonard leaped forth from the clearing's edge, launching himself high into the air and reaching back to pull his katana's out. Donatello quickly followed suit, but not before suddenly aborting his mission as he heard Splinter call out.

"Leonardo!.... Donatello!"

Leonardo was quickly taken aback at how his master could have known both he and Donnie were there and quickly abandoned his mission as well, only to come to a landing a few feet away from his master. Donatello figured it was pointless now to offer any kind of surprise entrance and simply just walked out of the bush. Splinter on the other hand opened his eyes and sat up straight from his meditative state and looked to his pupils before smiling to them as they both knelt at their teacher's paw feet.

"Well done my students. That was the fastest any one of you have been able to find me. Leonardo, Donatello, please... sit at my feet and listen".

Splinter carried on with his two favourite students as they came out of their kneeling state into more of a comfortable sitting position, looking up at their master to hear what he had to say.

"I have some very important training for both of you. A true ninja master must be able to control his breathing and endurance, as these are two of the most important foundations of combat and self mastery that every ninja must learn...". Splinter continued on with his favourite students, telling them of the importance of breathing control and endurance in combat and that they would be training diligently for up to the next three weeks away from everything to ensure there were no distractions to get in the way of their training, before finishing off the introduction to why they were here.

"....and that is why I have called you away my students"

Leonardo and Donatello nodded to their master and listened intently as they were both very excited to learn this new training their master had for them. Splinter was also quite eager to teach his turtles just as much as they were the first of four to learn something new and with that, Splinter stood up and spoke once more.

"Donatello, Leonardo... you are both ready for your training. Donatello, you will help Leonardo learn the art of endurance and Leonardo, you will help Donatello learn the art of breathing but you must not tell the other turtles of your training as they are not ready to learn just yet. Now Leonardo, rise to your feet my student and face Donatello so that your training can begin"

Leonardo nodded to his teacher "Yes master splinter" and did as he was told, standing there now in front of Donatello as the turtle sat and watched, giving Splinter the opportunity he needed to speak out once more.

"Donatello... rise to your knees and do not take your eyes away from Leonardo"

Donatello followed suit and got to his knees, his eyes looking forward with nothing for him to see except for the crotch plating and the firm, well defined green thighs in front of him, along with Leo's belt above his crotch and it didn't take long for him to see the brown furry rat hands belonging to his master slipping around into view from either side of his hips to slowly begin rubbing and gliding all about the hard yellow flesh of Leonardo's groin, accompanied of course by the soothing words of Splinter's naturally calming voice as he whispered

"Do not be afraid my student. Relax... this is part of your training..."

Leonardo stood there, looking down at his crotch and the soothing touch of his master's hands. He was in a subtle state of quiet shock, leaving him to gasp silently, as this truly was not something he was expecting. He really wasn't sure what to think about it all as he never really thought about anything like this before. Heck he had never even explored himself at all down there like this until now, although despite his situation, the closest "exploration" he had ever done was to let what was underneath the hard yellow flesh of his crotch armor push out so he could take a leak. Either way however, it didn't take long for the blue masked turtle to close his eyes a little and feel his breathing increase as his master seemed to know all the right spots on his crotch to press and rub over.

Donatello however was unsure of what to make of it all. The thought of touching any of the other turtles let alone even himself was something foreign to him. Either way he just watched on, intrigued as to what this new training was all about but yet confused as to how something which seemed to be good for Leonardo could possibly test his endurance, but none the less he trusted his sensei and knew there was going to be a lot more to it than what he was witnessing now as he could see the slick firm yellow of Leonardo's crotch gradually starting to mound up, only for the two fleshy plates protecting it to make way for the green flesh of the turtle's cock to slowly emerge; leaving Donnie to watch on in awe as he had only ever seen what his own turtle meat looked like.

Should any onlooker happen to pass by, they'd be able to see that the slowly emerging cock of the turtle in the middle of all of it looked rather unique and different to what anyone would expect to find on a human being. Of course luckily for the trio, this clearing was too surrounded by dense brush for anyone to have ever explored out this way. Sure, Leonardo's swelling dick had it's similarities in that it was a long, thick soft tube of flesh but where it had it's difference was in the fact that it was lacking the classic head that one would expect to find in a cock which at this point had to be a good seven inches in length, and still as limp and floppy as the moment it first hit the air between Donatello's smoothe round turtle beak, and Leonardo's hips. Instead it was more like a subtly flared, bell shaped end. Either way, regardless of how it was shaped or just how much precum that was starting to drool out like thick warm sap, it didn't stop Splinter from bringing his furry brown hand around to begin stroking Leo's slow emergence, and guiding his other hand up under his crotch to gently tug at the drawn in testicular flesh up inside his groin, leaving them very little time from when he started to slowly squeeze and pop out, one at a time from the cavity up within him, looking now like something comparable in size to a pair of baseballs bunched tightly up against each other between his thighs, partially hidden of course by the yellow turtle crotch plating that once covered them completely.

It also didn't take long for Leonardo's growing meat to begin glistening as every back stroke the rat sensei behind him gave it worked to slide a healthy coating of turtle precum that dripped and poured out like thick molasses now. Leonardo on the other hand looked up and closed his eyes, moaning softly over Donatello who looked on in awe as he had never seen Leonardo's erection, nor had he had a single erection of his own, just like the rest of the turtles; as the crime fighting quartet's leader was obviously the first of four turtles to finally swell out to full mast, sticking out hard and proud at a little over as long as his own foot and thick enough to create an inch and a half gap between splinter's thumb and index finger.

Splinter just kept it up, leaning against the back of Leo's shell and looking around his side to watch that once floppy turtle dick in his hand grow to something most pleasant within it. Satisfied with Leonardo at this point, the rat felt it was time for Donatello to begin his training as well, and it was pretty evident as his master spoke down to him, still in that soft, caring tone as his hands kept stroking Leo's gifted dick and the jealousy friendly green gonads beneath it..

"Donatello my student, you are ready to begin your training now".

It didn't take long however for Splinter to slow the gradual pace of his stroking effort so he could slide his grip all the way down to the base of Leonardo's throbbing green hard on and hold that thick semi curved length by it's base as Donatello nodded, still unsure how all of this had to do with any kind of training what so ever before hearing Splinter's voice once again, the rat's tone having a subtle hint of excitement as his breath quivered ever so slightly from the excitement of the situation that welled up in his libido.

"Lean in my student and use your mouth to... take the place of my hand. You must repeat the motions you just saw with your mouth for as long as you can. You... can stop for air as often as you need to my student"

Finally it was starting to become clear to the purple masked turtle on his knees infront of Leonardo as Donatello thought to himself

"Master Splinter must want me to use Leonardo and what he was doing to him to build my breathing endurance. That must be why he wants us out here for three weeks. Doesn't seem like that hard of a challenge..."

Without a moment's notice, Donatello reached up to take a hold of Leo's cockbase, giving Splinter the reason he needed to set it free and slowly begin rolling, tugging and stretching Leonardo's well rounded turtle gonads as the other turtle took over. Leonardo found the strength he needed to break through his growing excitement to look down and see his green bro looking up at him, watching as Donatello brought that smoothe, soft round beak of his up to the end of his slick wet dick; only to gradually drop his head back, close his eyes and bite his lower beak lip as he felt the rubbery soft dryness of Donatello's mouth pushing in against the wetness of his swollen flesh.

Donatello kept his eyes locked on the face of the other turtle, his soft lips pushing in against the headless bell like flesh of Leonardo's meat and slowly slip up around the fattest part of his dick, squeezing wet and tight over Leo's fleshy coronal ridge as he wanted nothing but to perform at the best of his ability by creating an air tight seal around Leonardo's throbbing twitch of dick, which at this point really began to spew and squirt it's sweet cocksap into Donatello's mouth, soaking and coating the turtle's thick tongueflesh, his gums, teeth and upper pallatte. This was quite the surprise to the turtle, who was now slowly swallowing up more and more of Leonardo's thick twelve plus member, but being the good turtle he was with the encouragement of pleasing his master with his efforts and willingness to learn, he made sure to do this exercise as slow as possible to offer Splinter unrestricted opportunity to judge the turtle's performance as he now had a good quarter or so of Leonardo's meat in his mouth.

Leonardo, with tightly clenched eyelids, had quite the activity going on behind them as he had no choice but to roll them up in their cross eyed state; and behind those eyes was a libido that began to burn with feelings he never thought possible, and the fire within it was only getting hotter. He had no possible clue how this exercise and the weeks following it had ANYTHING to do with endurance training, but if twenty one days of repeated "endurance" training were going to feel this good, then hey he had absolutely zero problems with it and was smart enough to know that there was bound to be more than just this; either way however, the turtle began to moan and breathe a little faster as Donatello explored his dick for the first, and definitely not the last time as he gasped out softly over the turtle at his feet.

"Yesssss's'ssss...."

Splinter just watched on at the activity happening right in front of him as he kept looking around the side of Leonardo. Donatello on the other hand slowed his decent, still not feeling the strain of needing to come up for air, pausing there and taking in the sight of a rather excited turtle, his tongue compressed up against the end of Leo's meat, compacted between it and the entrance of his throat, only to push it's tip up against the belly of Leo's meat and clear enough space for it to slowly slide forth and straighten out under his turtle bro's throbbing flesh. Leonardo shot his eyes open rather briefly and gasped out deep and hard as he felt that thick lumpy mound of turtle tongue slide forth like a sleek pile of wet silk before slowly closing his eyes once more, blushing madly the whole time, from the very start of when he felt Splinter using his sexual ninja pleasure techniques on the turtle's crotch, right up to this moment.

Donatello still kept his hold on Leo's cockbase, the most rounded part of his soft beak somewhere around the half way mark of Leonardo's thick dick before slowly leaning back and gliding the gentle wet flesh of his beak, palate and tongue back over Leonardo's fat throb; the green flesh of his coronal ridge bump bump bumping up against the uneven, rib like path of Donnie's upper palate as it made it's journey closer and closer to the turtle's lips. Donatello took the opportunity both to swallow down that pint like volume of turtle precum that welled up in his maw and to look up at his master for some sort of acknowledgement for a job well done. Splinter saw this and smiled down to the turtle and nodded as he kept massaging and rubbing Leonardo's orbs.

"You are doing well my turtle. Just remember the journey of my hand and you will be okay..."

Donatello blushed at his rat master's praise and nodded, only to stop himself just short of the moment he felt the widest part of Leo's squirting dick squeezing out and jerk forward quick and brief to catch it from doing so; after all, this was advanced "breathing" training and it wouldn't serve him very well to fail only a few moments into it. Leonardo quickly gasp-moaned out over Donatello as he felt the sudden swiftness of the turtle's wet lips shoot tight and forth over his sensitive dick. His heavy gonads were still free of any sign that they were preparing themselves for release, either way however it didn't stop Splinter behind him from caressing his thick orbs with the occasional break to soothe and rub over his inner thighs and nor did it stop Donatello from slowly swallowing up more and more of the other turtle's gifted meat. In fact, each and every one of the turtles were pretty well gifted that way, but compared to their master, they fell short. Of course neither turtle nor rat knew this as this was a first time being like this together for either of them and with the sight of two very talented turtles in front of him, he was only just barely able to control his own gifted member from rising up to the occasion.

Donatello found a hint of strain starting to work it's way into the enjoyment of his training, but it was still going to be a while before he was ready to take his first breath, and before he knew it, he could feel the fat subtly flared end of Leonardo's dick pushed up against the entry to his throat, only for the turtle to relax it as best he could and let the angled end of Leonardo's meat slowly squeeze into it. This of course gave Leo no choice but to groan out hard and slump back against Splinter's kimono'd chest. Donatello went wide eyed as he felt Leo's meaty green dick jerk and flex in his throat as he kept forcing the last remaining few inches of the turtle's dick to slide in to it's new home; removing his hand from Leo's cockbase to clear some more space for that massive swell to fit perfectly into his reptilian cartoon gullet and slip his hands up to hold on to Leonardo's hips for support. Donatello thought back to what he could remember of the path of Splinter's hand around Leo's dick as the rat stroked him off only moments earlier, and when you have the I.Q. big enough to justify having a photographic memory, the braniac of a turtle found it to be absolutely zero problem what so ever as he steadily began mimicing every smoothe, fluid motion of the rat's hand, with his head.

Leonardo moaned out and stood there feeling a joy that was something completely new to him as Donatello slowly built up a steady rhythm of sucking off his fat dick. A feeling that was about a hundred times better than that massage he got from Yusagi Yojimbo the other day, or even the foot rub he got from Mondo Gecko when he twisted his ankle during training a few months back. What he found strange about all of it was that of the other mutants he started thinking about, he couldn't keep his mind off of them. He wasn't sure what it was that had him feeling this way or just why he was thinking about them in such a way that was similar to the moment he shared with the other turtle and his sensei even. But either way, it helped to stir about even better sensations in his dick.

Donatello however just kept it up, slowly deep throating Leonardo's oozing member. He wasn't sure just how much of this strangely excitably tasty juice Leonardo had left that flowed and thickly spritzed out in his mouth and throat, but even he too was starting to wonder what it would be like to practice on other mutants he knew. He wasn't sure even exactly why his thoughts were starting to turn to that of Michelangelo the most, and he was equally unsure of just why it was that his own member was reacting to these thoughts as it was slowly starting to emerge. Infact this moment of being alone with Leonardo and master Splinter and the taste and feel of Leo's cock seemed to be helping stir new thoughts and feelings within him. Infact... this turtle was REALLY starting to enjoy the moment he was sharing with the other two and he still had enough air in his lungs to keep it up.

Regardless of how exciting this new experience was, Donatello was still able to keep up the motion of his bobbing head in Leonardo's lap. The turtle just kept it up, slowly pushing his head into Leonardo's lap, the thick flared end of that beak-watering cockmeat popping into his throat with a silent wet popping squelch; compressing that well rounded green beak of his in against itself as he buried it into Leonardo's crotch. Donatello brought his head down into Leo's crotch, his lips and tongue tightly riding the blue masked turtle's cockmeat into his lap with his head cocked to the left, only to cock it over to the other side and bring his head back, just like his furry brown master did in the moments leading up to letting Donnie's mouth touch Leonardo's dick for the first time; bringing his head back just far enough to feel Leo's dick squeezing out and then going right back down into his crotch, cocking his head back to the other side once again and going in the reverse direction as he heard Splinter speak out in a rather strangely excited tone he had ever heard him speak out before. Of course with this being the first time he had his turtles like this and almost two decades of not having any sexual contact with anyone, it was only natural for him to have a hard time hiding his excitement.

"Yesss's'sss my turtle, just like that. Leonardo... look at Donatello..."

Leonardo licked his lips and gulped, doing his best to nod in response to his master and somehow finding the strength to turn his head down to look at the efforts of the eager turtle at his feet and sucking off his sensitive tool and just watched on as he could now see what being pleasured like this actually looked like, and it only served to increase his pleasure for reasons that weren't completely known to him as he saw his gifted length disappearing and reappearing under Donatello's head.

Donatello however was quite relieved that he was a turtle, because unlike anyone else, he was able to keep his breath with only a slight level of discomfort in his chest. Either way, his motions were still just as focused and tightly sealed around Leo's dick the whole time as he kept throat fucking his gullet around Leonardo's meat, only to slow the motion of his head once again to give his mentor the chance to see his efforts. In fact, he thought it would be a good idea suck his bro off as slow as he could. Was he maybe showing off at how well he could hold his breath or could it be that this turtle was actually starting to enjoy sucking Leonardo off for what it was, and not for that of learning how to keep his breath? Either way, Donatello just kept it up... sucking Leonardo off at a slow, gradual, torturous pace now.

With closed eyes, Leonardo fought the urge to collapse as he felt his knees growing weak. Maybe this was the endurance part of the lesson Splinter was trying to teach as he was indeed having strange new feelings in his nether regions while Donatello kept sucking him off. Fortunately for Leonardo, the endurance part of the "lesson" was finally starting to reveal itself as his toes began curling a little beneath him. Splinter slowed his efforts as he could feel the scrotal flesh of Leonardo's sac starting to tighten up a little within his fondling grasp. The turtle's body began tensing up and relaxing from time to time as his member jerked and flexed in time with the rest of his body. Leonardo had never felt anything like this as the depths of his loins began to tingle up within him and couldn't help but begin moaning over Donatello, who was still sucking him off just as torturously slow as he had started only moments earlier, but these moans seemed a little different than the ones leading up to them.

Leonardo moaned through the teeth that clenched into his lower lip. Each and every moan slightly louder than the last and the adoring rat behind him knew the final moment was drawing close for his one of his two favourite turtles as he quickly whispered out to Leo

"Fight it my student, fight it... Your training has only just started..."

Leonardo nodded quickly and tried to fight off his release, which of course he wasn't doing too bad for being his first time and all; but once his rat master really got the balls rolling, the most this turtle could do was bring his growing release down to a dull roar. Unfortunately however with every passing moment and the attempt to suppress it, it only served to add to the volume and pressure that was slowly building inside of him, and the passion within his libido began to burn even hotter now. For his first day of training, the turtle had a lot going against him as the sight and feel of Donatello, who was sporting his own equally thick eleven incher, who was still slowly and busily sucking him off along with the feel of Splinter's furry warm caress of his testicles and all the images of other mutants - both friend and foe - all pleasing each other like this, kept running through his mind.

The turtle had no idea what to do and just why he felt this way and what this new feeling was that was growing deep inside him and running up through his sensitive dick; leaving him no choice but to gasp out desperately

"M'Master Splinter!! I... I'm.... NNN'HHHH'H'H'HHHHH whu' what's h'happening?!?"

Leonardo clenched his fists tight as his back began to arch. Donatello was also feeling some strange feeling he had before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but the closest he could come was that of being similar to feeling starved for pizza and scarfing down on as much of of it as he could and wanting more, way back in the days where working on projects was enough to keep his attention away from eating through the day, and that very same feeling was starting to really boil over inside of him that he started sucking the other turtle off faster and a little more desperately now.

Splinter was quite surprised to see that Donatello seemed to be taking to cocklust a lot sooner than he had planned for. The rat however was quite pleased actually as it seemed that if Donatello had any calling in life other than to have a love for science, that it would be a love for the cock as the turtle was really getting into it now, only to see Leonardo's need building and quickly whispered once again, this time with a slightly more jagged tone to his breath.

"Leonardo, you must fight it!"

Leonardo nodded and tried again, the passing time and Donnie's gliding beak giving his orgasm even more strength it needed now to build on top of itself and increase the pressure and all the sensations associated with it with every passing second but somehow, the turtle was able to succeed; well... at least for a minute at best before finally CRYING out into the air as he cock suddenly just erupted the firey heat of his turtle seed into Donatello's mouth and throat. Donatello suddenly went WIDE eyed and paused there, just short of a couple inches from Leo's crotch as burst after explosive burst of turtle semen kept flooding out into him. He had no idea just what this hot salty liquid was but for him it was a taste that was out of this world and it was all the incentive he needed to start swallowing down every pint of turtle cum that kept shooting forth from the other turtle. Donatello gulped hard, wanting to taste and feel every pint that burst forth and exploded into his beak and he got more than he bargained for as it just kept exploding down into his throat.

Splinter wrapped his arms around Leonardo to hold him steady and let that sticky turtle spunk fire off into Donatello's mouth until the very last drop hit his tongue, and although it must have been about ten seconds of sexual bliss mixed in with Leonardo's moans, groans and orgasmic bliss, all good things eventually have to cum to an end, and Leonardo's sticky sexual release from his body and into Donatello's was no exception. It didn't take very long at all for Leo to slowly relax out of his sexually petrified state and gradually relax back into Splinter.

Splinter felt his student slumping back against him. His head swimming with the moment that just passed as he could feel himself growing faint and unable to do anything else but slump to the ground with Splinter's help. The rat smiled and looked down at his turtles after reaching back to find his other kimono all rolled up that he brought with him for his journey, and put it under Leonardo's head before looking to Donatello, who was still there with Leo's cock in his mouth.

"Donatello my student, you may release your brother..."

Donatello nodded and with one firm gulp, slowly pulled off Leo's dick; it's girth popping out and flopping back against his lower belly armor and following it up with the sound of a gulp.

"I hope I did alright Master Splinter..."

Splinter sat up on the log he was meditating on when they both found him earlier and nodded

"You did very well my pupil, but you both still need more training. We must let Leonardo rest now Donatello...."

Donatello nodded to Splinter before quickly smiling once again as he heard Splinter's words pass his lips and saw the rat casually spread his legs as he untied the silk tassel that kept the kimono he was wearing, closed.

"Now come to me and show your master what you have learned..."

Michelangelo gasped out in disbelief at what Donatello had just told him about the start of the last three weeks

"Whoa...... duuuuude...."

Donatello nodded

"Yep that's what happened and why you shouldn't tell master Splinter that I told you. I mean, I'd tell you more about what happened, but..."

Michelangelo nodded as well "Totally dude... that's like some pretty heavy stuff man. But uh what?"

Donatello blushed "Well I dunno Michelangelo... I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and I dunno if you can keep a secret. There has to be something I can do to get you to promise you won't tell master Splinter..."

Michelangelo looked a bit puzzled "Uhhh... well dude I could sure use fifty bucks to go buy some pizzas"

Donatello smiled and nodded "Done! Is there anything else you can think of?"

Michelangelo rubbed the back of his head. Not a single creative thought came to mind and it was pretty evident who the genius was out of the two of them. Donatello sighed a little and was about to get up to go search around his workshop for some cash when Michelangelo chimed in.

"I dunno dude. You know how you made that clone of yourself a few episodes back? You think you could make me one so I can have someone to go up with to get pizzas? I mean it's..."

Donatello suddenly found new life for his attention to the turtle behind him and paused briefly before turning to Mikey and nodded with a smile "Why I'm GLAD you asked Michelangelo. Guess what this machine is behind me? I just finished tweaking some of the bugs out of it to make sure it doesn't create any more evil turtles. I used parts from the Neutrinomobile to fine tune it and I was just about to take it for a test drive. No pun intended of course".

Donatello chuckled and flipped the large breaker to start the cloning machine up. Thankfully, being the techie wizard that he is, his contraption fired up without much of hitch. Sure, there was the occasional whirring and buzzing coming from deep inside of it, but it didn't take very long for all the sights and sounds associated with such a large electrical piece of equipment such as this to finally level out and run with a smoothe hum that any properly working piece of machinery would make.

Donatello clapped the dust off his palms and replied to Michelangeo, who was busy marveling at the contraption that took up most of his workshop.

"There, all done. It should be working just fine now. I made a couple of adjustments to it so that's why it looks a bit different. Any time you want, just step into the machine and I'll throw the switch. Then your clone should be ready over there in the cloning pod"

Michelangelo looked up, his eyes following a thick clustering of multi coloured wires from the large machine with the archway in the middle of it, to the wall on the other side of Donnie's workshop and saw the large cold metallic booth the wires were running to. It was a simple looking booth, with the wires running in through the top of it and some kind of plexiglass looking door that was tinted dark enough to completely black out it's cool metallic interior before asking a little bewildered of the other turtle

"So I just step into the machine and dude number two comes out of that pod?"

Donatello smiled and nodded

"Yup! Just step into the machine and I pull this switch and viola, you get your own double. How cool is that?"

Michelangelo smiled and nodded in return and stepped in

"Totally awesome dude!"

Donatello put his welding goggles on and leaned over to see if Michelangelo stepping into the machine's archway before calling out

"Now, you may feel a bit of disorientation and a slight burning sensation but you should be..."

Donatello pulled the switch and let the machine do all the work and before Michelangelo could even spell the word "Pizza", the entire archway he was in suddenly lit up, filling the room with the lime green hue that came from the bolts of neutrinomobile fueled energy engulfing Michelangelo, giving the turtle no other option than to...

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Donatello held the switch until the energy blast of the cloning machine dissipated before flipping it back down to put it back into safe mode. Michelangelo's response to all of this of course was to stumble out of the opening and wander on over to the couch near the cloning pod with rather wobbley legs and quickly slump shell first down onto it and rub his head; the turtle having all the physical symptoms of someone who just lost their physical wits to alcohol, only to hear Donatello call over as he took his welding goggles off

"Fine..."

Michelangelo looked over to the other turtle and replied a bit groggily, feeling as if he just fell two stories and woke up at the same time

"D'dude?.... What just happened?..."

Donatello took his goggles off and wandered on over to the tattered looking couch his bro was recovering on and had a seat next to him before looking up over his shoulder above the pod door and seeing the light was still red, and looking back down to Mikey with a smile and a chuckle

"Heh, well looks like you were the first turtle to ever try my new and improved cloning device. It looks like the computer's still compiling data and your Michelangelo won't be ready for a few minutes. How do you feel?"

Michelangelo groaned, still quite a bit out of it and will probably be as such until his double was ready

"I.... I dunno dude... where am I again? O'oh yeah sorry man... forgot what just happened..."

Donatello could see the other turtle was going to be out of it for quite some time and with Raphael still off watching TV down the hall and the new clone still to materialize, he was going to pretty much be the only one left to entertain himself, seeing as his work was finished and there was nothing around to tinker with or fix. Of course it really only took him a split second to realize the situation he was in and adapt to it as it didn't take him very long to bring himself around to kneel at Michelangelo's knees and spread them apart before easily sliding in between his firm well developed thighs and rest his armpits on them, his turtle hands on the other hand were left only to begin rubbing softly over Michelangelo's yellow lower ab plating.

Michelangelo blinked a bit weakly and saw the other turtle gently exploring his lower regions and looked a bit puzzled, only to ask him quite groggy and disorientated

"Dude... Wh'what are you do... do..... o'ohhhhh, duuuuuude....."

Michelangelo did his best to continue on but thanks to that photographic memory the purple masked turtle between his legs had, he knew just the right anatomical area to rub to keep his lower IQ'd counterpart from asking and doing much of anything unless it was related to what the genius turtle wanted. If this was three weeks ago, this would have just been a case of Donatello getting frustrated at his bro and maybe even tossing a tool or piece of motherboard at him for interrupting him while he worked; but luckily for both of them, this was not the case. If it hadn't been for that three week excursion away from home, he wouldn't have been able to develop this intense attraction he had for the other turtle and he could tell just how well his efforts were paying off as all that could come out of Michelangelo at this point was an endless series of squirms on the couch and the sound of his breath growing heavier which could only mean Donatello's efforts were paying off.

He kept this up however, rubbing the flat of his palm right up the middle of the fleshy crotch plating that kept Michelangelo's junk safe and protected, focusing his pressure on a few sexually responsive key areas that all turtles shared, not to mention with 21 days of constant oral sex that made up the last three weeks, and the fact master Splinter didn't allow Donatello any release during that time, the constant case of blueballs he had while he serviced Leonardo and Splinter were responsible for turning his sex drive into nothing more than a caged animal, desperate to get out and unleash it's sexual fury on Raphael and Michelangelo's own libidos.

Little to his or Leonardo's knowledge, their rat sensei had it all planned out. Splinter knew that no matter how much self control his turtles may have had, there was no chance anyone in Donatello's position would be able to keep from exploring this new found side of themselves which Donatello absolutely couldn't get enough of now. After all, with helping to get Don and Leo in touch with their own libidos and showing them just how good rat and turtle cock were, Splinter knew that by sending him back to the lair first it would only be a matter of time before Donatello would have Raphael and Michelangelo crying out in pure bliss, but for now, he had Michelangelo writhing softly about on the couch he was on, the only difference now of course being that of the thick end of his green member starting to squeeze out, seperating the two lower yellow plates that protected it.

Donatello gulped and gasped as he saw that Mikey's turtle cock was just as thick in it's soft state as Leonardo's was fully swollen and he saw no point to wasting any time by pushing his beak tightly into Michelangelo's yellow crotch, opening his mouth and letting it slide right on into it. Michelangelo was about to say something a little less incoherent than what his current state of recovery allowed him, but found that was pointless as all he could do now upon feeling the rubbery soft lips of Donatello's mouth slide right on over it, was to softly moan out as his fat turtle dick found a new home in Donnie's blunt beak.

Donatello was in heaven. It would appear that this turtle was a real slut for the cock and maybe even a partially unclosetted size queen as his yellow masked bro just kept getting better with each passing instant and just when he didn't think he could get any better, he felt something that gave him no excuse to keep from going completely wide eyed with surprise as Michelangelo's waking meat suddenly just SPILLED into his maw, like a horse would when it's own dick dropped out, just in time for the first series of squirts and splashes of turtle pre to start splurting in against his tongue, cheeks and any other area of inner beak flesh that got in the way as he had to have a good eight or nine inches of unswollen Michelangelo dick in his mouth. Donatello closed his eyes and moaned out sensually as he felt Mikey squirting warm and sweet into his mouth, reaching up just in time to feel the yellow masked nunchuck warrior's gonads slowly begin squeeze-popping out of their hiding place as the organ behind them was also starting to gorge itself naturally and bulge out against them to push his testicles out of the cavity they once sat in.

Donatello felt Michelangelo's dick starting to harden up quicker than Leo's did during his "training" excursion, and he knew that because it was considerably thicker than Leonardo's it could only mean that deep down inside he must have the same level of attraction to Donatello, and from the moment since Michelangelo flopped out, it didn't take very long at all for that now fully swollen turtle dick of his to reach dimensions on par with a thirteen inch long can of soda.

Donatello kept his face buried deep in Michelangelo's crotch, giving the other turtle reason to start moaning and breathing a little faster, reaching his palm up to crotch-eye level and lazily rub and massage the deeply hidden erogenous zones Michelangelo shared with the anatomy of the purple masked turtle servicing him, all thanks to Donatello's other hand that reached up to cup Michelangelo's gonads and give them the same roll tugging treatment his rat sensei gave them when he shared his first experience with Leonardo in the bush, just in time for him to see the green light of the cloning pod door light up, followed by the sight and sound of it's door opening up.

Coincidentally off in the woods, pleasure was exactly what Splinter was giving Leonardo at this very exact moment, the only difference of course being that Leonardo's rat master had just finished hilting the light brown flesh of his dick up into Leonardo's behind, giving the turtle reason to moan out hotly over the thick log he was resting his hands on and held still for his master to quickly build up a steady pace behind him. To Leonardo it felt as if every breath was carefully being pushed out of his lungs with every firm fluid shove that Splinter gave him. The turtle moaned with that whiney tone to his voice that always accompanied it when he got excited or desperate and it was all thanks to his furry sensei carefully pumping that massive fourteen incher up into his favourite student's rear.

Splinter managed to keep his posture and resist leaning forth to miss out on the few precious inches he needed to grind into his pupil. If Leonardo was taking it from Michelangelo, he'd be able to feel the slow fluid pump of a dick that was a little over an inch less in circumference inside of him, but for now he had no choice but to hold still as best he could to let his sensei fuck him and continuously use the thick belly of his dick to massage the fleshy nub of that swollen turtle prostate of his buried deep inside of him and it was starting to drive the turtle wild. The rat reached forth to grab the top of Leonardo's shell with one hand and the side of his shell just above his belt to hold him steady, save for the tight hard pull back against him every time he shoved that massive rod into his first in command.

Unlike the four turtles he raised to carry on his ninja legacy however, Splinter's cock actually had a head to it with all the same sensations anyone with a cockhead in his position would feel; and the feel of Leonardo's opening sliding over the rat's coronal flesh, glans and the tapered end of his copiously squirting, brown fleshed cockhead felt absolutely amazing to the rat. With the way his turtle's channel felt sliding back over his meat as it disappeared into the convulsing flesh of Leo's tight back end, the rat was having a hard time maintaining enough self control not to start breeding him faster, even though the turtle under him started to panting and moaning out hard, and despite having lived for the past eighteen years without a single fuck there wasn't a damn thing that was going to stop Splinter from flooding Leonardo with every drop of creamy rat seed that churned deep inside the tightly bunched up gonads that sat a little back between his thighs, with dimensions comparable to a pair of market fresh cantaloupes.

Meanwhile back in the city....

Donatello was in heaven as he knelt there at the feet both Michelangelos, with the original having had enough time to come to his senses and give in to Donatello's seduction as he sat and squirmed about on the couch; the double standing right beside him, also an easy victim to the genius as he used his intellect to seduce him as well. He held both of their dicks in each of his turtle paws as he slowly sucked one off and stroked the other, looking as if he were trying to stop their drooling members from oozing out onto the floor as he switch-sucked them both off, deep throating one and stroking the other and loving every minute of it and it showed as his own genitalia was completely exposed now and making quite the mess on the floor beneath him as his turtle precum leaked, oozed and drooled out onto it.

Raphael on the other hand sat there on the couch with an open box of pizza sitting next to him that he was secretly saving in his bunk as he watched TV.

"Huh... I wonder where Michelangelo is? He probably went out to get pizza. Nice guy... didn't even ask if I wanted to come ah well I was gonna share it too. Heh more pizza for me I guess. Heh wait'll he finds out what he missed, heh".

Michelangelo however and the clone that recently joined him and Donatello really didn't know what they were missing, they were too busy getting it on with each other down the hallway of their lair in Donatello's workshop.

Donatello felt his cocklust finally taking him over and he just didn't care much about taking things slowly now to keep up any form whatsoever and it was more than obvious as his face, beak, neck and chest were starting to glisten now from the precum that shot and squirted out onto him, looking about as slick and wet as the two largest turtle cocks he had ever sucked. Michelangelo and his clone moaned and bit their lower lips as other turtle at their feet stroked and sucked them off like a pro, a pro that was starting to lose his form little by little as he found it growing more difficult not to lose himself to the cocklust that was growing larger with every passing moment.

Donnie couldn't take it anymore and had to know what thirteen inches of Michelangelo dick felt up inside of him, a sign that somebody must have recently been pumping their own member into him before he came home and without the need to slow the inevitable down with instructing one of the yellow masked pair on how to give him what he wanted, he reluctantly pulled his soft green beak up and off the turtle on the couch he was sucking, along with his paw off the new comer he was stroking and stood up. Both Michelangelo's were still locked in mid bliss to understand why Donatello was giving up like this, but it didn't take him long to prove to them that this ride was far from over, or maybe the ride was about to start perhaps, as he stood up between Michelangelo's legs as he sat their on the couch before turning around and exposing his back to him.

Michelangelo looked up from the couch and wasn't sure exactly why it was that Donatello was shell to face with him and just as he found the strength to speak through his heaving breathing, he felt Donnie's hand reaching down between the turtle's legs to hold his dick steady after giving that fat cockmeat a few affectionate strokes, only to slowly sit down enough to feel the fat flare of the turtle's slick green member to push up against the naked green flesh of his tight rump crevice; of course it wasn't as tight as it used to be after having been used a few times before this moment. Michelangelo gasped as he felt that nearly flat flare of his dick slowly squeezing back and in on itself as it gradually began to disappear up into Donatello's, the precum that squirted and oozed out of it clearing a slick lubricating path for his cock to ride it's way into Donatello; which by this point had just popped it's way in past the tightest part of his channel, forcing Mikey to drop his head back, grip the couch and arch his back more and more as he felt Donatello sliding further and further down his never before touched shaft.

Donatello bit his lower lip as he felt the turtle he had the greatest affection for pop his nearly flat, bell shaped flare into his opening and moaned out long and hard, as he felt his channel squeezing and sealing tightly around Michelangelo's fat dick and as he made his way deeper and deeper towards the lap of the turtle on the couch, he could feel his desire to have his clone down his throat growing more and more, and without a moment's hesitation he reached his purple wrist-banned hand out to grip the still swollen member of the clone of the turtle in front of him and tilt it upwards enough to take right back into his beak and give it all the attention it needed.

Michelangelo's double felt weak in the knees the moment Donatello's mouth pushed tightly in over his flesh, before gliding down it and wasting no time in corkscrewing up and down the delicious, greasy flesh of the turtle in front of him as he sat up and down in the other turtle's lap, the entire desperately clenching passage of his channel around it feeling not unlike a glove that was a size too small for his hand, the only difference of course being that it was Mikey's cock forced to feel the tight stretch of Donatello's bowels and guts from all sizes, forcing the turtle to moan and whimper out rather muffledly as every time he sat up - revealing a good three quarters of Michelangelo's shaft - his beak went right down into the yellow masked double's groin, slathering it's girth with the hungry wet flesh of his tongue, throat and cheeks only to sit back down in the original's lap and swallow his cock back up into him from behind and almost coming right off the length of the large turtle cock in his blunt beak; his hand quickly gliding tightly back and forth over the clone's drippingly wet erection.

Donatello finally found the strength to be able to control himself and put his efforts into building up a steady rhythm of sucking and riding, and he kept at it. Every time he stood up enough to feel the squishy green flare of Michelangelo's dick tugging at the tightly stretched opening of his hotspot he brought himself right back down into his lap, rolling his hips up and standing back up straight again with an arched back, moaning hotly the whole time as he felt the writhing, panting, moaning turtle beneath him squirting off his juices into his tightly clenched rump before rolling hips forward and sitting back down; his head bobbing back along the other Michelangelo's deliciously thick dick every time he sat down, only to bob it right back into his crotch as he sat up, mimicking the feel and clenching spasms of his rump around the original Michelangelo's powerful dick, with none of the three turtles showing any sign of nearing the start of their climax.

The same however could also be said of Splinter, who was absolutely lost in pure and utter bliss with Leonardo as his pace had picked up since the first time he shoved that massive dick of his into the turtle he was quickly thrusting his throbbing girth into over half an hour ago. Leonardo however was at a much higher level of bliss as he couldn't believe getting fucked in the rump could feel this good, and there was no chance in hell he was ever going to give this up, since after all he was as far away from hell as any turtle could be and just held still for the rat to do whatever he wanted with him, his hands pressed into the log as he took every rapid pounding the massively endowed rat gave him now.

Splinter just kept up his relentless onslaught behind Leonardo; his rat juices dripping thick slick and copious down the inside of Leonardo's thighs and dripping in thick strings of precum off the back of Leo's swaying gonads, which were slowly starting to tighten up between his thighs at this point as Splinter whispered out deep, hot and desperately over the turtle

"Squeeze... s'squeeze your rump, Le... Leonard'o'o'ohhhhhh"

Leonardo nodded and clenched his rump as tight as he could around Splinter's quick pistoning thrusts deep inside him. The rat's breath was growing hotter over the turtle and finally just when Leonardo thought his rat sensei was incapable of moaning, he proved him wrong as he began hearing the sound of his master starting to moan over him, and the moaning was growing louder above the turtle, only for Leo to start moaning together with him now as the rat's heavy bunched up testicles did indeed begin sucking up into his crotch with the rat they belonged to really starting to breed him hard and desperate now, and being part of a species that spends most of it's life breeding, Splinter new exactly how to pound his throbbing pillar into his student.

Unlike Splinter however, Michelangelo was forced to just sit there and know what it feels like to have Donatello's entire passage stretched and gliding around the flesh of his own massive length and to know exactly what he sounds like as Donatello squealed out a muffled squeal around the cock of Michelangelo's clone that he was over endulging himself upon, still bobbing over it the most favourite way he knows how, in a series of smoothe fluid corkscrewing motions as he brought his head back and forth. The unique downward curve of both Michelangelos having a unique, profound effect over the turtle as the cock belonging to the one beneath Donatello pushed at the floor of his passage and tugging his prostate down every time it glid over his sensitive gland; the cock of the other Michelangelo dipping into Donatello's throat much easier, making for his efforts to deep throat that delicious slab of turtle meat much better now.

Unfortunately however for the crime fighting trio moaning and fucking together in Donatello's workshop, all good things eventually had to cum to an end. Although Donatello had sucked as much dick, swallowed as much cum and been fucked in the ass as much as three weeks of multiple "training" sessions would allow, he had never experienced the feeling of his first orgasm as Splinter would not allow it to happen. But that was soon to change before the afternoon was over as all three turtles could feel their own release building inside of them. Neither turtle knew what the tingle of pressure that welled up deep inside their loins meant but it only served to grow their lust and excitement, finding it hard not to start tensing up; this strange new feeling growing stronger within them both. Of course it wasn't something that was perfectly timed, as that was something rare, but it didn't take too long for them all to start feeling the same.

Through the bliss that quickly grew more so deep between his legs, he could see and feel both Michelangelo's starting to tense up and slowly arch their backs, only for him to go wide eyed in disbelief of what he knew was about to cum, and from both turtles as well and it was probably the thought that broke this turtle's libido as he knew what it was like to feel the blinding rush of orgasmic unleash bursting into him from both ends, but.... never at the same time, and finally he couldn't help but finally shove his head beak first into the yellow masked double's crotch, his jaw spread almost as wide as it could go as while at the same time he bared down and had a seat in Michelangelo's lap, burying that throbbing cock as balls deep as it can go into him, spread his bent legs apart with his hands resting on his knees, an arched back and an elleven inch dick that began bobbing up and down on it's own accord as he tensed up and moaned hard.

Leonardo on the other hand felt his own release starting to build up just as hard and powerfully as the first time he gushed it down Donatello's throat. After all, when your sensei forbid you to have any sexual release for the last week of your training, you'd be amazed at just how much seed you can save up and it wasn't going to be too long before Leonardo felt the most powerful of all orgasms he's ever had in the last 3 weeks, even more powerful than the first time he was responsible for Donatello's newly discovered love for turtle semen, and before Leonardo could even tell his sensei he was about to cum, the turtle just CRIED out hard as his cock bobbed and jerked up and down beneath him, slapping him in the belly from time to time as it did so, only to go completely rigid and suddenly just burts the first of many firey hot pints of turtle semen up onto his soft fleshy chest plating, leaving long thick streaks of turtle seed up the entire length of his front, pelting him hard in the neck, beak and chin as his seed just kept exploding it's sticky batter from deep inside of him.

And that's exactly what Donatello just did! With a clenched face and shivering body, he could hold his orgasm back no more and arched his back hard as his dick suddenly went rigid against his front and burst forth his first orgasm ever. Although he was experienced at getting laid, this was a first for him as he now understood just how much power a turtle's orgasm could have over them and he was feeling it now as pint after long thick heavy pinty of his turtle batter began firing up against him and onto the chest of the turtle he was sucking, leaving long heavy streaks and globules of cum in it's wake, forcing Michelangelo to feel each and every muscle within the tightly stretched turtle passage around his dick massaging and clenching his meat in ways he had never felt before up until now and it was way more than he could handle as he too cried out and starting firing off twice the volume of turtle cum up into the turtle as Leonardo was busily flooding out onto himself, the ground and the log beneath him as Splinter just kept pounding that massive meat hammer into his backside.

Of course it wasn't too long before Splinter felt his own loins starting to pressure out, and no matter how much ninja mind over matter and body control training he had, even he too was a slave to the laws of orgasm as his thrusts grew more and more shallow; competing with the growing desparity of his hips with the length of those thrusts suffering the brunt of it all as his need for release grew closer as well. His resistance was trapped and surrounded on all sides from the growing release factors that forced his journey to cum closer and closer to an end; and just when the rat couldn't hold back any longer over his turtle, who was still firing off shot after shot from his exhausted body, he gave Leonardo one last final SHOVE!, pulling his hips in against him as the rat finally just cried out over him as well, those massive rat balls suddenly releasing litre after litre of human rat hybrid semen up into Leonardo's guts, bursting forth untold seemingly endless volumes of rat spunk into his student, the sheer power of his sudden torrents of burning semen back splashing out from under Leonardo's shell base, each thick string of man-rat cum looking similar to Leonardo's own strings of release as the flood that exchanged bodies just kept litering out from teacher to student.

Both Michelangelo and Donatello matched their cries of joy for each other as they just kept bursting forth the first orgasm. Well... Donatello's cries were nothing more than muffled overjoyed moans around the other Michelangelo's deep throated plunge, but had his throat been unobstructed it surely would have been earth shaking and it was all the incentive the double needed to finally open the floodgates and cry out just as powerfully as that surfer turtle dude of an original of his as wave after heavy wave of ninja turtle semen finally gushed forth in it's pintly flood, "forcing" Donatello to take every thick explosive burst of salty sweet milk from the double that belonged to the turtle busy firing off his first ever orgasm into him, and it wasn't before too long after that for Donatello's seemingly never ending release to begin dieing down, with the original Michelangelo soon to eventually follow suit.

Even Leonardo's release had to come to a reluctant end as he could feel it growing weaker and less exquisite. Splinter on the other hand was far from finishing with his turtle and he kept his hips pushed tightly up against Leonardo's smoothe rear. His flesh, along with the other mutant turtles he lived with was not unlike the texture of dolphin skin and that just made it all that much pleasurable for splinter to feel and fuck up to this point as he stood there with spread legs and a tight grip on the turtle's shell, holding him there like this to keep his turtle pupil in place for the rat to empty into. Leonardo moaned still as his orgasm dripped and poured out less and less onto the ground beneath him as he felt his sensei fuck him for the first if not the last time ever, filling and adding new warmth that wasn't his to his turtle guts with potent rat semen and filling the air around his head with the hot and heavy sounds of Splinter's heavy moaning breaths, only for he too to feel himself cumming to an end, of course for a mutant rat such as yourself, cumming to an end was a bit of an understatement as the tail end of his release was about as thick and heavy as the height of Leonardo's climax, and the rat just kept this up for a few minutes, firing out pints of cum now with less force now, only for those pint like volleys to slowly ebb to that of a heavy pour and add to the wet grass of the clearing beneath both rat and turtle until finally losing enough strength for them both to just collapse exhaustedly under Splinter's weight.

Donatello's recent unleash finally died out to the point he needed to squeeze the last remaining squirts out from his length and the double of his favourite turtle was soon to follow suit, still tense and arched as he bit his lower lip and looked up with tightly clenched eyes, giving Donatello the time he needed to slowly begin bobbing his head back and forth along the turtle's length exactly the same way he did when he swallowed Leonardo for the first time, save for his tri digit turtle hand to wrap around it and stroke off any remaining length that that wasn't in his beak as he swallowed down every squirt that shot into him and even Michelangelo doubles had to empty out completely some time and that time was right about now as the last of his spunk had to be squeezed and sucked out as well.

As the last of the Michelangeclone's jizz finally dripped out, each and every turtle finally just collapsed and found their own way of not moving as the after glow took over now. Michelangelo sat there and fell back into the couch, with Donatello following suit and slumping back as well with over a foot's worth of turtle dick still crammed up into his rear after the clone he loved sharing that oral moment with slowly pulled his seed enriched turtle dick out of Donatello's gullet inspired entrapment and flopped down on the couch literally as soon as Donatello slumped over, resting shell to chest with him, leaving both turtle trio and turtle rat duo to drift off into unconciousness.

Raphael however sat there on the couch happily munching away on the pizza he saved from the night before "Mmm'hh... yep... they don't know what they're missing"