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Master Splinter's Stable Part I

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 (TV Series)

Teenage Mutant Nina Turtles 2012 (c) Nickalodean

Fuzzyroo(c) Me

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ACT I

Scene 1: First Date

INDOORS: A SMALL DIMLY LIT ROOM. THE STONE BRICK WALLS ARE PAINTED OVER WITH A SOFT MAROON RED. SILHOUETTES OF TREES ARE PAINTED OVER THE TOP OF THE PURPLISH BACKGROUND, AS IF THE ROOM'S OCCUPANTS ARE TO BE LOST IN AN HAZY FOREST. THE SINGLE NUDE LIGHT BULB SWAYS FROM THE TALL CEILING, CAUSING SHADOWS AND FLICKERS BETWEEN THE PAINTED WOODLANDS.

A figure lays on the ground. Still and unwavering at first, as if part of the setting itself. It groans.

A voice from the dimness dances silkily over the downed fur. It is ancient and wise, steeped in an Japanese accent more fitting of an old kung-fu movie than any sort of bedside manner.

UNKNOWN VOICE:

For a moment, I was worried you weren't going to wake

back up?

(beat)

It's been a while since the last time I had to take a

"hostage"... I had a little bit of trouble remembering

just how much chemical I needed. I'm glad I didn't use

too much.

FUZZYROO:

The fog, although lifting, still swims around the kangaroo's head. He tries to push words away from his thick tongue, but all that comes out is:

Unngh....whaf?....Herrfs...Ith?

Hands, wrapped in bandages with long wrinkled fingers close down upon his face, kneading into the soft silky short fur. They press down until his muzzle ins clamped shut. Although the hands are gentile, something about the measured precision belies immeasurable strength. The roo's ears instinctively splay back has his body senses a predator's grasp. Fuzzyroo looks up from his prostrated position only to gaze into the hooded figure whose long robes match the colors painted on the walls, as if in the grasp of some strange cultist in the cult's clubhouse.

The figure talks down to the kangaroo in a demeaning voice one would save for a family

pet. He talks while holding the roo's head down and mouth shut.

UNKNOWN VOICE:

Shhhh... It's ok. Little one. I got you.

(beat)

Let me tell you a story. Many long years ago, when I

was a just boy, my family owned a small farm. Since my

father was the leader of our clan, those seeking

training or wanting to join the clan would bring us

livestock as tribute to my father. We had a

considerable sized barn where we held them all.

(beat)

Something about having all those animals given to us...

Those times were much simpler.

With one hand, the cultist clasps the hood of his robe. He holds the kangaroo down while he pulls back the hood. Out from the dark cover pops the twitching toothy whisker covered nose of an elderly rat. Ancient wisdom seems to drip through the wrinkled folds of his long slender

muzzle. Patches of varying browns shine throughout his fur in ornate zen like patterns. White fur frames his jaw line,

finishing in a very long foo-man-chu beard that dangles down to his ever so slight pudging belly. The old rat smiles down at his captive

prey while he strokes his beard from his chin down it's length with his free hand.

UNKNOWN VOICE:

You may call me "Master" or "Master Splinter"...

(beat)

When you are allowed to speak that is.

FUZZYROO:

*whimpers from under the hand forcing his mouth shut*

MASTER SPLINTER:

*laughs down at the kangaroo as if he had told a joke*

Master Splinter starts rubbing the roo's ears softly, admiring how long and fluffy they are. He plays with the soft fur in his finger tips.

MASTER SPLINTER:

It gets a little lonely down here. One of my sons had

suggested that I get a hobby or a pet or maybe even

start trying to find some sort of date for myself.

(beat)

They even gave me this!

The rat fishes around in his robe. It slips open a little bit to reveal a bare chest full of fluff. White aged fur bares down the center

between the subtle rippling pecs. A small ponch of a belly is starting to form giving his muscled form a slight rounded shape. The sight causes the roo to blush.

Noticing, the elderly rodent lets a shoulder of his robe slip, exposing more of that well worked chest. He shows the held roo a strange green shell shaped smart phone. Upon its screen is the Grindfur app. The roo's eyes go wide as he sees the flower print in the "current user" icon.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Mmmmm, something about your profile told me that you'd

be the perfect little cow for my barn.

The rat looks down at the phone and thumbs at it for a short few moments. Meanwhile, he entertains the roo by slipping a long slender finger through Fuzzyroo's soft rubbery black muzzle lips.

The kangaroo meeps out in surprise around the long finger that had wormed it's way into his long warm snoot. It tastes surprisingly musky, making him gasp and drool around it.

The large rat starts reading aloud from the phone's smooth glass display while the finger in the roo's maw twitches impatiently.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Suck!

(beat)

The roo whimpers at the harsh bark from the dominant rat and starts doing as he's told. He takes slow draws on the thick digit.

"Submissive prey looking for a predatory master. Likes bondage, pony play, movies. Up to chat and very friendly." My my, how eager we are to be owned, aren't we.

(beat)

Mmm, well, you'll have to earn your place to be a

pony. You will start as a cow, train to be a pig, and

then maybe, if you are lucky, you can be a pony.

(beat)

To be a cow, you will be required to follow my

rules. Number one, you are not able to speak. You may

'moo', but that is all. Do you understand rule number

one?

With the question, the finger is pulled free from it's watery tomb. The roo is left panting while

the grip on his muzzle slackens. The rat returns to petting the roo's long ears, wiping kangaroo drool off on them as if those fluffy ears were paper towels. Master Splinter waits for the roo's answer in a patient meditation.

FUZZYROO:

P-please...l-let me g--!

Master splinter leans over the roo, holding him down by the kangaroo's long neck. He calmly brushes the thick thumpy tail to one side, getting a good look at the nude form's flanks. He gives a soft smile to the bright pink heart tattoo on one rump. The rat's hand is swift and stoic as it strikes like a coiled viper, slapping the roo's large round rump cheek with a force that cracks through the air like a lightning strike. Fuzzyroo yelps out as he's spanked.

The pain radiates through Fuzzyroo's kangaroo bubble butt, making him whimper. He gulps as the elderly rat grills him again.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Again! Do you understand rule number one? HAJIME!

FUZZYROO:

O-ooow... Y-ye--YIPE!

Another heavy swat to his backside. Red marks are starting to form through the white underbelly fur that caress the roo's inner thighs and under tail.

MASTER SPLINTER: HAJIME!

FUZZYROO:

Y-yes, M-master

*SMACK!* A third blow to the roo's hindquarters. The squash tart jiggling and reddening causing tears to well up in the roo's eyes.

MASTER SPLINTER: HAJIME!

FUZZYROO:

M...Moooo!

The rat practically purrs with satisfaction.

MASTER SPLINTER:

There's a good little cow. Who's a good cow? Hmms?

He pets the kangaroo's head like a proud pet owner causing the roo's ears to burn with embarrassment.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Rule number two. Everything I say goes. I am going to

mold you into being the perfect pony slut. If you are

found to disobey... you shall be punished.

(beat)

Rule number three. I am your Master. I may decide to

share you with others, as I wish, but you are

mine. You are my property and you will bare my clan's

mark to show everyone who you belong to.

(beat)

There will be more as we go along, but for now, let's

start out simple. Please your new master, whore. Do

you understand?

FUZZYROO:

Y-yes, Ma---*MEEP!*

Another hard spank comes down on the roo's unprotected backside. The bubble mounds are gleaming a soft glowing red of pain.

FUZZYROO:

M-moooooooooo~!

There seems to be a twinkle in the old rat's eye as he gives the roo a confusing wink. He reaches back into his robe to undo the draw string. The rat's robe slackens a bit opening wide. Master splinter spreads his legs a little bit as he kneels more over the roo.

The roo gulps as his muzzle is greeted with a blast of strong masculine musk. Pure testosterone filled sweat from a day of hard ninjitu training punches the kangaroo with a strong right hook square in the olfactory receptors. Fuzzyroo can't help but gag from the choking air.

Inside that soft purple-red robe hides the rat's aged sheath, covered in wrinkled fur that resembles the face of a french bulldog. A bludgeon pokes free from the wrinkled shaft. As thick as an energy drink, making up for his average length. There is about an inch or two of foreskin, dangling unattended, off of the tip of Master splinter's turgid cock that pushes slowly towards the roo's hot and heavy breathing

muzzle. But, as a rat, the star of the show, are those low hanging grapefruits that sway ominously between the martial arts master's legs.

Oval in shape and half the size of the roo's whole head. The heat that radiates from those thick vascular pup makers causes the roo's head to spin.

The rat chuckles at his little fun inside joke

MASTER SPLINTER:

I hope you like your rats with a little bit of cheese!

That's the only warning the roo gets before the ancient rat forces the greasy uncut tip into the roo's muzzle. He smiles as he runs his long fingers over the roo's matching rodent like buck teeth.

The taste is pungent. Overworked, unwashed, dried sweat, pis stained, rat cock is all the roo can observe as his new owner pushes that thick rat meat down his snoot. The roo starts suckling, not wanting to be spanked again. He can't help but gag a little the further into his muzzle Splinter's cock goes.

Splinter gasps feeling the kangaroo start to nurse his musky member without being told. Such a good little fuck cow he's found.

The rat grips the roo's long rabbit like ears at their bases and starts using them to yank the roo's maw down further on his aching cock. The roo gives out a little gurk as he feels his covered head slip into the start of that very long neck.

Splinter holds tight, moaning out as the roo's neck flexes and swallows around his foreskin covered cock. The big old rat's drool pitter patters on the kangaroo's head. The roo's eyes start to roll back into his head as it turns out, he can't breath fetid rat dick.

Leaving it in the roo's throat for a few more moments, Master Splinter relishes how talented the kangaroo's throat treats its gift. Reluctantly, he slides out, letting the roo cough and struggle for air once again. Splinter gives Fuzzyroo a few more moments to recover.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Enjoying your training young one?

FUZZYROO:

*coughs* M...moooo...*gasps*

MASTER SPLINTER:

Here, a drink will freshen you up.

(beat)

The older fur shivers and relaxes his body. He pushes his uncut tip firmly into the roo's muzzle, half way in. He holds the kangaroo's ears, deciding that they make the perfect handles.

MASTER SPLINTER:

...Like a river... over stone...

The long in the toothed rat mumbles to himself. A few moments later, hot and heady salt ridden urine floods over the roo's taste buds. The rat's musk amplifies in taste making the kangaroo

struggle. Splinter's grip is firm and commanding, preventing the roo from pulling off.

Piss starts to dribble from the startled roo's muzzle. It runs over his lips and down his chin. Splinter frowns down at the roo.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Swallow. HAJIME!

FUZZYROO:

*drowning noises*

Frustrated, Master Splinter takes in a deep breath before hocking a louge on the roo's head, right between Fuzzyroo's worried eyes. The glow in the dark green slime starts to slide down his face leaving a slimy trail behind.

The kangaroo takes it as a warning.

MASTER SPLINTER: HAJIME!

FUZZYROO:

*gulp....gulp...gulp*

As the urine keeps pouring forth, the roo starts to swallow. It's a difficult process. His body shakes as his tongue and brain tell him not to do it. It tastes like beer, if beer was body temperature and brewed with a mountain of sea salt and distilled with old rat sweat.

The sight of the roo's long neck bulging with piss when each swallow starts the urine on an epic journey causes the rat's member to jump and pulse inside the roo's maw.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Good cow.

The praise makes the kangaroo blush.

For a time, it is quiet save for the soft subtle noises of a kangaroo swallowing a copious amount of foaming rat piss.

FUZZYROO:

It takes a few moments for the rat to stop peeing into his new charge's belly. The stream dies down to a trickle. The roo's breath smells entirely of Master Splinter's musk.

With his handles gripped tight, Splinter pushes his cock back down the roo's throat, holding it there, nice and deep once again.

*gurk! Gag!*

MASTER SPLINTER:

Your muzzle makes a good... what do they call them...

"Flesh Light"? Hehe.

(beat)

Such a good cow. You like your dirty old rat, don't you? Here's your reward cow slut.

The old rat takes another deep breath, clearing his sinuses before spitting them all out at once onto the roo's muzzle. The oily mass dripping down his face.

MASTER SPLINTER:

SO... ungh!.... CUTE!

Splinter pulls back, yanking his cock from the roo's throat only to slam it back in as hard as he can. The sight of the helpless roo, smelling like piss, with rat hork all over his face causes the old fur over the top.

The roo gets a muzzle full of rat spunk. It's greasy as it goes down the roo's throat. Fuzzyroo swallows hard, gulping it down to join the mixture in his stomach.

Jet after jet of seed pulses from Splinter's member. It's been so long since his pup makers have had such a workout. Not since the incident in Japan that cost him everything. It feels so good to be able to play with someone again.

Splinter doesn't pull out till his orgasm subsides. He yanks the roo's handles, pulling him completely free of his cock. Panting, Master splinter smiles, yanking the kangaroo's head over to use those big ears as his own personal wipe rag, wiping away the cum and piss from his cock onto the big fluffy fur.

Reaching into a nearby drawer, splinter pulls out a thick padded metal collar and slips it around the roo's long graceful neck.

Fuzzyroo lays on the ground panting and exhausted, his tummy bloated with the piss and cum of his new rat master.

Master splinter runs a paw down his long foo man chu in deep thought.

After a few moments of internal meditation, master splinter pulls a cowbell out from the drawer and attaches it to the roo's collar. He then gives it a ring, smiling at the clunky clanging ring the bell makes.

(Fin Act I)

(To be Continued)