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"I still think this is a stupid and frivolous competition- but regardless, here are the medals you asked for. High quality plated steel with custom engraving- that'll be 1200 US dollars." Donnie deadpanned as he handed the medals over to Leo.
"Thanks Donton! I'm ignoring that comment about this competition being fruity or whatever- this is serious! None of us have ever been able to take Raphie boy all the way yet. It's a tragedy really~"
Leo sighed as he tucked the medals away in a small decorated box like a mini treasure chest.
Mikey huffed and plucked the box from Leo's grasp.
"We are going to put these Donnie's safe like we discussed. I don't want you sullying my first place medal by wearing it in front of your mirror!" Mikey stuck his tongue out at Leo.
"Oh you wish that's all I'm gonna do with MY first place medal!"
"Just you wait and see- second place~"
Donnie rolled his eyes and shushed the two posturing turtles before producing a small booklet from his hoodie pocket.
"Alrighty players, just so you are familiar with the rules: No revealing the game to Raph since he may skew the results. You may be present for your competitor's attempts but you may NOT attempt to sabotage him. Please use the training equipment I have so graciously provided so as not to injure yourselves. All acquired data must be turned in to Donatello by the next business day so I can add it to my spreadsheet- etc etc, do you both consent to start the game?"
"Bring it, baby!"
"You're on!"
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The competition was decided upon a few days earlier, when during a night of passion between the four lovers, Raphael had accidentally let slip some dirty talk about the difference in size between himself and the smaller three.
With some pushy questioning it was revealed that Raph was often more focused on the pleasure of his lovers and less on his secret desire to be completely seated inside them. Of course they all loved their big brother's size and it was one of the many things they adored about the snapping turtle. But while they had been busy with their lives as heroes, they had failed to notice that by time they had sorted out their feelings for one another and tumbled into bed- Raph had grown so much, and his cock was delicious but never a small task.
Each brother had their turn trying to take the full length inside, but so far had only sunk down about half way before the sting became too much. Raph always had fun- they never left him hanging. He was always lavished in attention by their mouthed, their thighs, their beautiful tails. Raph insisted he was perfectly content with how their lovemaking was progressing, but the seed had already been planted in the minds of Leo and Mikey.
A competition to take Raphael's big dick.
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The next few weeks were a confusing and exciting time for Raph. The snapper wondered to himself what exactly had changed to make two of his younger brothers flirt so aggressively.
Raph had checked himself in the mirror to see if perhaps his training had resulted in some kind of super-sexy visage that his brothers were entranced with. But that didn't make sense since Donnie wasn't acting the same way as Leo and Mikey. Raph smell checked himself to make sure he wasn't emitting some kind of come-fuck-me-stink. It wasn't even close to their seasons and this was usually the time of year that everyone was too busy to spend much time in the bedroom.
Raph remained suspicious and mildly confused but happy nonetheless. Maybe this was a result of the Invasion. They craved a lot of closeness after the event which changed the course of their lives.
Raph shrugged away the thoughts and let himself enjoy the attention while trying his best to keep it in his pants. He didn't want to hurt them by rushing into sex. They had each other for that and as long as they were satisfied, then Raph was too.
He was good. Really.
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The first competitor to get a chance at Raph’s cock turned out to be Mikey- despite all of Leo's clever innuendo and bend-snapping.
After a day of tracking foot clan activity and battling Repo Mantis for a dangerous piece of equipment, the Mad Dogz were exhausted and ready for a quiet night in the lair.
Donatello, of course, had something to attend to and eventually fall asleep over his desk about.
Leo had a mild injury, so he joined Donnie to make sure someone was there to push the softshell into a bed before he collapsed.
After Splinter and Casey retired, this left Mikey and Raph to decide how to get some rest.
It started innocently enough- Mikey made some tea for the two of them as they sleepily decided to spend the night together in Raph's room. They crawled into Raph's big bed; Mikey sprawled out on his shell with Raph cuddling close on his plastron. The competition was easily forgotten when sleep called them into unconsciousness.
That was, until Mikey awoke to Raph breathing heavily against his shoulder. The big guy must have been having a pleasant dream with how he was fidgeting and sighing. Mikey slowly rubbed the sleep from his eyes and peered down at the flushed face of his older brother.
Mikey knew an opportunity when he saw one.
He gently stroked Raph’s face and leaned down to land soft kisses across his forehead and cheeks. Raph awoke and stretched his sore limbs with a questioning churr. Mikey giggled at just how cute his hulking snapper could be in these quiet moments.
Mikey wanted to take that peaceful sleeping face and turn it into a debauched display of distilled pleasure. He had to win.
Mikey sat up and let his hands wander Raph’s shell and body. The snapper, now awake, lets Mikey push him onto his shell in a reclining position.
“Mmmm. hwa-uh? Mike?”
“Hey Raphie.”
“You ‘kay? Can’t sleep?”
“I was gonna ask you the same thing papa bear.” Mikey held Raph’s face in his hands before climbing atop those muscled legs. Mikey could feel Raph’s long and thick tail thumping quietly against the bedsheets.
“You were having a dream- sounded pretty sweet to me~”
“Ah, haha, well… I don’t really r‘member...”
“How about we make a sweeter reality, hmn?”
The two spent a few long minutes caressing and kissing each other lazily. It was still late at night and they were both tired- but when Mikey felt Raph’s tail stiffen and wriggle with new pressure against his own tail and ass- Mikey seized the chance to make his first move in the competition.
“Let me ride you papa bear- hah- I want to…”
“But, ‘re you sure? We don’t have to-”
Mikey struck the final blow with a slow grind down Raph’s lower plastron, followed by a hand reaching towards each of their tail slits, trailing lightly up his own while slipping a finger into Raph’s.
“Fuck this pussy good and deep Raphie~” Mikey dragged out the last syllable as he began to finger open the slickening slit in his tail. Raph groaned and leaned forward to nip and kiss at Mikey’s neck while his throbbing cock dropped down between them. Raphael's member was a sight to behold- flushed a dark pinkish near the tip and already leaking and wet from stimulation.
Michelangelo made quick work of stretching his entrance, pausing to let his own cock drop down and bob in the cool night air. Raph reached to stroke the appendage slowly, rubbing at the head before stroking down and joining Mikey’s fingers.
“Nnn- nn- Ra-ah-aph… Please…”
“Wait just a sec Mikey… We have to be c-ah! Careful…”
“But I want it. Nngh. I want it so bad !”
Raph gripped Mikey’s legs, whispered into the smaller’s ear with a deep, commanding rumble.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, little bear. Be a good boy and let me stretch you for my dick.”
Letting his head fall back, Mikey let out a breathy churr with a quick and deeper response sounding from Raph. Before long, Raph had deemed his lover to be sufficiently stretched before carefully positioning his cock underneath the other's slick and dripping tail.
Mikey was pleased to have things going his way. In the back of his mind he thought that surely he could just take Raph with a bit of discomfort and be fine. He leaned in close to help Raph guide the member home- Mikey cracked his eyes open only to be started by a small hovering drone just behind their heads.
Mikey would have taken the time to look into the camera mounted on the drone and wonder what Donnie was thinking to be sending spy devices into their rooms at such an ungodly hour, but he became distracted by the joyous pressure of Raph’s dick rubbing against his slit.
The pressure grew and Mikey drew short, quick breaths. The elder brother slid his large hands down Mikey’s sides in a soothing gesture before he thrusted his hips upward the slightest bit.
As always, the feeling of Raph’s head popping inside the tight canal of Mikey’s slit was euphoric. Mikey shuddered and churred- Raph growled deep in his chest and held still for a minute.
Mikey flexed and sighed; slowly, with great care, he began to rock back and forth. The girth of Raph’s cock would be harder to take without some easing.
But the box turtle was feeling impatient.
He began to drop his own weight down onto Raph’s lap- who began to gasp and squirm as more and more of his length disappeared inside his lover’s twitching entrance.
Mikey’s hips stuttered- the sting at his entrance was becoming more noticeable but he didn’t want to stop. Raph throbbed and Mikey could feel every delicious inch rubbing against his walls.
“Ngh-no. Mike- no you g-gotta slow down-!”
“Ahn-R-Raphieee- ah! I- I want it h-here-” Mikey guided one of Raph’s hands up his own plastron and settled it over his abdomen. Their rhythm continued.
“I wanna feel you.” Mikey struggled to get the last few words out as he reached the limit- he was barely all the way down when he felt his body shake and snap with a sudden rush of pleasure.
The tightness of Mikey’s entrance pulsing around his cock had Raph releasing with a grunt. Searing heat floods Mikey’s canal- seeping out and leaving hot trails down his thighs.
The two breathed in each other's presence for a few minutes, riding the high of mutual orgasms and sleep deprived exercise.
Blearily, Mikey watched as the tiny drone from earlier buzzed away from their cooling bodies and zipped off toward an askew air vent.
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Donatello hummed, carefully typing out the timestamps and measurements into his spreadsheet.
“A valiant attempt! I’ll be better prepared for my turn.” Leo smirked at the camera feed running on one of Donnie’s big monitors in the lab.
The twins watched as the last of the video showed Mikey leaning off of Raph and a slosh of cum leaking from between them. Things proceed into standard clean up and aftercare. The two fell asleep not long after.
“Careful when flying too close to the sun, ‘Nardo…”
“I know what I’m doing. What about you, Dee? Aren’t you going to participate? I know you wanna feel it. Can you imagine? It would reach all the way up- maybe you could even see it through the front-”
Donnie smooshed a hand into the face of his brother, silencing the smarmy slider with his palm before quickly yanking it back.
“Ew. Did you just lick my hand?”
“That’s not the only thing I’ll be licking tonight~”
“You are insufferable.”
“You love it~”
Donnie smirked before swiveling his chair toward the slider, now ignoring the replay of his other two brothers on the monitor.
“If you’re so well prepared, why don't you show me just how you plan to do it, hmm?” Donnie lowered his voice and spread his legs.
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Little sleeping was done that night.