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Shredder’s Lair: Thursday 10:30 PM
With Shredder out of the lair, Bebop and Rocksteady were tasked to clean up as Shredder had kept complaining non stop about it being a “pigsty”. They begrudgingly agreed as they didn’t want to feel the wrath of their boss.
As Rocksteady sweeps the floor, he accidentally bumps into a shelf, causing a couple of books and other various nicknacks to thump onto the ground.
“Dammit, I just swept that area.” Rocksteady grumbles to himself as he kneels down to pick and place the items back in place. As he picks up the items, he sees a strange familiar looking green item under a couple of books. Picking it up, he feels how soft to the touch the item is. As he looks at the strange soft item, Bebop comes up behind to see what he was looking at.
“What is this thing?” Bebop asks as he sets aside his broom stock.
“Dunno, it was on the shelf.” As Rocksteady continued to hold it and examine it, trying to make out the various details on it. As he turned the plush around, he saw a sewn on shell pattern on the back of it. Seeing the white button eyes and a red stripe around the face made him realize what it was. “Oh it’s one of them damn turtles! The angry one, I hate him so much! Let’s rip this shit apart.”
Bebop roars in laughter, shaking Rocksteady’s shoulders. “Let’s rip the red one limb to limb!”
“You idiots, don’t destroy that!” Both mutants flitch hearing the angry voice of Shredder. The man stomped to the two terrified mutants. “Give me that!” He yells as he grabs the plush out of Rocksteady’s hands.
“S-Sorry boss, didn’t mean to touch your doll!” Rocksteady pleads.
“This isn’t some ordinary ‘doll’ you morons. This is the next best thing I’ve been working on to destroy those meddling turtles.”
“But it looks like an ordinary plush doll.”
Shredder rolls his eyes as he guides the two to the lab. He places the plush doll on the table and heads for the computer. “You see this?” Shredder holds up a floppy disk between his fingers. The two mutants look at him in confusion. “This disk holds important information about those turtles, specifically the red one, Raphael.” He inserts the disk into the computer and on the monitor appears a full body image of the red banded turtle.
“It took a lot of convincing of Krang to make this for me but,” Shredder starts typing into the computer, lines of code start appearing and moving down the screen. Pressing the ‘enter’ button yielded a reddish laser beam shoot out and hit the plush on the table. As it finishes, the plush slightly falls over but stays intact. “Behold!” Shredder yells out.
Rocksteady raises a brow. “Well, what happened boss?’
“It looks exactly the same!” Bebop adds on.
“Fools!” Shredder curses out as he walks over to the table and picks up the plush. “This is our golden weapon to take down those pesky turtles!” Shredder starts to pace around the two mutants. “With the advanced technology and power of Krang, I present to you the effigy plush! This doll mirrors the real Raphael and whatever we do to this plush, he will feel himself.”
“Oh sweet let me-” Rocksteady tries to grab for it before Shredder slaps his hand.
“We must not ruin the plush right now. Use this if you come into contact with them. When they least expect it, we can take down their strongest member without having to touch him.” Shredder explains as he holds the plush in his hand. “Now, we cannot control his body but we can punch and kick this plush and he will feel every ounce of that pain. I’m tasking you two to go out tonight and find those turtles to test it out.”
Shredder throws the plush to Rocksteady, catching it in his big hands. He looks at Bebop and the two start laughing. “Oh man this is going to be great!”
“Heh he wouldn’t know what hit him!” Bebop remarks.
Public Park: Friday 2:00 AM
At the late hours of the night, Bebop and Rocksteady go out to the public park as it is a place where they encountered the turtles multiple times. However, it seemed like it was only the two of them plus the bugs and crickets chirping in the night. The two loitered next to the vending machines, Rocksteady trying to steal a couple of snacks and drinks while Bebop kept watch for the turtles or cops.
Rocksteady starts to slam and shake the vending machine, causing it to echo in the quiet night. “Dammit, they fixed this machine, it was never this difficult to break into before!”
“I don’t know why Shredder tasked us to be out here tonight, I don’t see those damn turtles anywhere.” Bebop tries to look around as he hears Rocksteady deliver one final blow before all of the soda cans drop out.
“Hell yes, we got the goods!” Rocksteady picks all the soda’s in his arms. “We won’t go thirsty at least!”
“Hey, where did you put that doll anyway? Shredder specifically wanted us to test it tonight.”
“Relax!” Rocksteady opens up a can, letting the fizz of the soda drip down his hands. “Got the red turtle in my pocket here, see?” He directs Rocksteady attention to his front pocket where the Raphael plush sticks out. “Now, let’s drink. I doubt the turtles are going to come any time soon.”
“I’ll give you something to drink!” A low, growly voice calls out to the two mutants. Coming out of the shadows was a muscular masked man walking out of the shadows. His cropped and ripped sweatshirt reveals his large muscles and abs glistening with sweat.
“Who the hell is that guy?” Rocksteady says as he takes a gulp of his soda.
“Oh shit it’s that crazy masked homicidal maniac I’ve been hearing the other gangs talk about!” Bebop says as he braces himself.
Casey waste no time with the mutants, immediately taking out his baseball bat and charging at the two mutants. The man takes a quick swing at Rocksteady, causing the rhino to drop all of the soda cans he stole from the vending machine.
“Alright, you asked for this!” Bebop says as he charges towards the man, trying to get a swing at the man but to no avail, as the masked vigilante moves away swiftly causing the Hog to crash into the brick wall.
“Bebop! Oh now you’ve done it!” Rocksteady roars out as he charges towards the muscular man. The rhino tries to knock the masked man down but to no avail as Casey swiftly gets behind the rhino and socks the mutant head on with his baseball bat.
“Gah, god dammit!” Rocksteady curses out as he stumbles towards Bebop.
“Screw this guy, he’s nuts! Let’s get the hell outta here”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice!”
The two heard the man grunt, turning around to see the man holding the vending machine over his head.
“This one is on the house!” The man screams out as he prepares to throw the machine.
The two mutants immediately stumbled over and got out of the way before Casey threw the entire vending machine towards them. The machine crashes into the hole in the wall Bebop made previously when he ran into it. The two mutants run off into the night, not wanting to deal with the man’s reckless nature.
Casey stands proud at the destruction, happy to see he scared off the unlawful mutants of the night. As he attempts to put back the broken vending machine, he looks into a pile of cans on the floor and sees a green plush sticking out. Picking it up, the man carefully examines the strangely familiar looking plush.
“Hm, strange. Those punks must have stolen this from the toy store!” Casey concluded as he tried fo look for a tag on it. The soft green skin, shell, and red bandana resembled a certain mutant turtle he knew. Even with the white button eyes were sewn in a way to resemble the angry look from the red banded turtle. The man chuckled to himself thinking how the plush looked strangely similar to Raphael.
But it begged the question, who made this plush? He certainly never saw anyone sell counterfeit turtle merch in great detail and quality. The plush green fabric felt nice around his hands, almost like a baby blanket. As he felt all parts of the plush, his thumb grazes the crotch of the turtle, startling the man. A small plush like this wouldn’t scare a man like Casey Jones but something felt strange about the slit. He grazes it once more, feeling a weird wet spot around it.
“Bastards must have gotten soda on this doll!” Casey exclaims to himself as he feels the spot get wetter at the touch of his thumb. “Better clean this up and return him tomorrow morning.” Casey puts the plush in his pocket and walks into the late night.
Turtle’s Lair: Friday 2:30 AM
Over at the sewers that night had all four of the turtle brothers and their rat father sound asleep. Except for one red banded turtle who seemed restless; tossing and turning in his bed as sweat drips down from his face.
Lifting the covers, Raphael saw how puffy and drenched his slit was, feeling like he was going to drop at any moment. A wet spot formed in his blankets and the sheets underneath him.
“Dammit, we just did laundry too.” Raphael whispers to himself. Raphael throws his head back, feeling the slick run down his inner thighs. “I didn’t even dream of anything remotely sexy, what is going on?” Raph feels his full body is on fire as the phantom touch continues to graze ever so slightly on his slit. Getting up from his bed, he collects all of his sheets and cautiously walks to the laundry area hoping he doesn’t wake up his brothers or Master Splinter.
As he walks, he starts to cool down seeing that his slit is no longer puffy or leaking slick. “Maybe I needed to walk it off after all.” He puts his sheets in the basin full of soapy water and quickly washes his sheets in the dead of night.
Casey Jones Apartment: Friday 12:00 PM
Casey Jones didn’t wake up until 12:00 PM as the man was more of a night owl and not a morning person. As he groggily gets up, he sees the plush on his nightstand standing upright.
“Look like it’s just me and you, Red.” Casey says to the plush. “You’re looking angry as usual, I get it though.” Casey had always admired the red banded turtle as they were both reckless and violent. When Casey had a chance to work with the mutants, he always enjoyed Raphael’s company.
“Those mutant punks got soda all over you, better get you cleaned up.” Picking it up, he tries to look for the soda stain on the plush.
“Hm, thought there was a wet patch here.” Looking attentively to the crotch area, it was clean and pristine as if the stain was never there.
The man shrugs it off as his thumb grazes the crotch of the plush, feeling a strange texture on it. Curious, the man started to circle around it more, taking note of how soft it feels compared to the rest of the plush. It was almost squishy as his thumb circles around it. There was a noticeable slit in the crotch region, making the man question what kind of speciality plush this was. Out of curiosity, he slowly sunk his thumb inside the slit, suddenly feeling a strange sensation around the tip of his thumb.
“That…that wasn’t there before. Or was it?” The man continued to sink his thumb deeper into the slit, the walls giving no resistance, walls clinging onto his thick thumb. His thumb get hotter the deeper he pushes into the slit. “Hah, what the hell…” Casey pushes on until his whole thumb is inside the tight slit. Without much thought, the man makes a circular motion inside of the plush, feeling it get tighter and wetter.
“How is this even possible?” Casey could feel the inner walls of the plush pulsating around his thumb. It’s too much for the man as he abruptly pulls this thumb out, seeing a strange sticky fluid squirt out of the slit.
“What kinda doll is this?” Casey asks himself as he observes the strange fluid coating his thumb. A sweet scent hits the man’s nostrils the closer he brings his thumb to his face. The scent was potent enough that he could smell it with his mask on.
“Jesus, that smell is…” Before the man could finish his thought, he sees the opening of the slit looking puffier, redder, and wetter. Casey felt the drool pooling on the side of his mouth, captivated by the sight of the plush.
Turtle’s Lair: Friday 11:55 AM
Michelangelo sat in front of the oven, attentively watching the pizza as it baked in the oven.
“Sitting there isn’t going to make it cook faster.” Donatello remarks as he walks by his youngest brother. He pulls up a chair to sit next to Raphael, who looks visibly irritated and exhausted.
“Dude I’m so hungry, I could eat five pizzas!” Michelangelo whines as he doesn’t break eye contact with the pizza cooking in front.
Leo walks into the kitchen and pulls out a chair to sit down. “Patience, Michelangelo. Remember what Master Splinter said about your gluttonous-“
“Can it, Leonardo!” Raphael snapped back. “We don’t need to hear your ‘words of wisdom’ while on a empty stomach.” Raphael sinks into his chair, rubbing the temples of his head.
“Woah dude, what’s up with you? Did ya wake up on the wrong side of the bunk?” Michelangelo asks, still watching the pizza cook.
Raphael blushes, thinking about what he had to do in the late hours of the night. “I…I couldn’t sleep last night because…” Raphael pauses, trying to think of a believable excuse. “Because Donatello couldn’t stop snoring last night.” Raph proudly lies, crossing his arms.
“Hey wait, I don’t snore!” Donnie argued back.
“Hm, no you were definitely snoring and it kept me up at night. You should look into that, genius.”
Donatello turns to Leonardo. “I-I don’t snore! I know I don’t!”
Their argument is interrupted by the kitchen timer going off as the clock struck 12:00 PM, just in time for lunch. “Haha alright dudes, pizza is ready!” Michelangelo says as he excitedly puts on the oven mits and takes out the piping hot cheesy pepperoni pizza. “Alright, I’m starving! How about you, dudes?” Michelangelo places the hot pizza pan in the middle of the table.
All of them waste no time to grab a slice of the delicious pie, each getting a cheesy pull.
“This is going to be so-nghah!” Raph immediately drops his pizza on the plate and covers his mouth, face feeling flushed.
All of them silently look with confusion at their brother. The three turned to each other before looking at Raphael.
“You okay there, Raphael?” Leonardo asked as he took a bite of his slice.
Only soft moans escape the turtle. “F-FinnghAH! I-I’m fine, really!” Raph manages to say, keeping his legs closed together.
“Really? You’re all red and sweaty! Perhaps you have a fever of some sort.” Donatello observed as he tried to feel Raphael's forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up!”
Raphael immediately slapped his brother’s hand out of the way. “Really, I’m fine, it's just-ngh!” Raphael bites his tongue as he feels something prodding down below his slit. Slick starts to ooze out and pool into his inner thighs, causing the turtle to get up abruptly.
“I-I need to use the bathroom!” Raphael starts to rush out of the kitchen.
“Dude wait, what about your pizza, it’s gonna get cold!” Michelangelo calls out.
“I don’t care, eat if you want!” Raphael is already out of the kitchen as he yells that.
The three brothers look at each other in confusion, definitely catching onto Raphael’s strange behavior.
“There's something going on with him.” Donatello comments.
“You’re right, Raphael wouldn’t normally let us have his slice!” Michelangelo says as he reaches for Raphael’s lone slice before his hand is slapped by Leonardo.
“Yes, he wouldn’t let us have his slice!” Leonardo glares at his little brother. “I’ll go check up on him if he doesn’t come out of the bathroom in the next ten minutes.”
Raphael stumbles to get to the bathroom, holding himself up with the walls of the sewers. Slit pulsating as his cock drops out and spills out more slick; dripping down on his thighs and onto the floor. Raphael manages to open the bathroom door, almost tripping over himself before getting inside and shutting it behind him. As his back presses up on the door, a shiver runs down his spine as he feels something prodding inside of his slit. Looking down, he only sees his erection but nothing more.
“What is this? Casper the Horny Ghost? Take me to dinner at le-aah!” The phantom touch started to prod in deeper, walls tightening around the invisible object as Raphael practically falls on his butt, back against the door and legs spreading out.
Whatever was inside of Raphael continues to push, feeling the phantom object slowly inched its way deep inside of him. Raphael lets out a high pitch churr before covering his mouth, not wanting to alert anyone in the lair. The turtle was terrified yet aroused at this phantom object violating his tight heat. Raphael has used his own digits to finger himself but this was a whole new arousing sensation sending him over the edge. As much as phantom of the freaks was prodding him at the worst time, Raphael wanted nothing more than to stay like this for hours.
Just as Raphael was getting close, the phantom object abruptly pulls out, slick squirting out and hitting the floor. Raphael feels like he’s on fire, cock throbbing and his hole pulsating in neediness.
“Wh-what?” Raphael looks down to see how puffy and red his hole is as it oozes out slick.
Casey Jones Apartment: Friday 12:15 PM
Casey feels the tent growing in his sweatpants the longer he stares at the plush. There was something alluring about the strange plush testing the man’s morality. Raphael was his close ally, friend even, but the fact of the matter was the mutant was underage .
Casey beat up creepy men just for leering at a woman the wrong way, now he’s sitting in bed with inappropriate thoughts of his friend. “No, I can’t…” Casey doesn’t put the doll down, instead he gets a tighter grip on the plush. “But…it’s just a doll, it’s not like it’s actually him …” Casey thumbs the elastic of his sweatpants, pulling it down and exposing his throbbing erection.
“Think about O’Neil, she’s an adult woman and has curves in all the right places. She’s hot as fuck.” Casey psychs himself as he aligns the head to the plush’s slit, trying to not think about the red banded turtle.
As he slowly sinks inside the hole, all the images of April naked slowly start to morph into Raphael. The way the turtle’s hip bones connect to his muscular and toned thighs, the tail that peeks out of his shell, and his small short stature. Casey was a tall man but remembering how small the turtle’s hand was compared to his own opened something in Casey.
Shutting his eyes, he swiftly thrusts the plush down on his full length, feeling the inner walls tighten around his thick length. The plan to only imagine April under him was long gone, mental images replaced with Raphael taking in his full length. He could imagine the turtle’s flushed and sultry face as he sinks deeper into the turtle. Opening one eye, there was a noticeable large stomach bulge but the plush itself was still intact.
“Ngh, god I never felt anything like this before.” Casey let out a satisfying grunt before lifting up the plush, seeing the mysterious liquid coat his length. Casey angles the plush before sliding it down his length, a nice snug feeling around his cock. The insides of the plush tighten when Casey hits a certain part inside of it, sending shockwaves of pleasure down his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Casey moans out as he picks up the pace, fucking the plush onto his length. “Gonna fill you up so good.” He could imagine Raphael having a nice stomach bulge everytime he would thrust in and out. It would be a sight to see the normally angry turtle blushing and squirming underneath him.
Casey thrusted the plush down to his full length, feeling the walls constrict all around his cock. “Fuuck!” Casey lets out a low growl as he releases all of his seed into the plush, filling it up while cum leaks and drips out of the slit. Normally Casey doesn’t finish this quickly but whatever the insides of the plush was made of, it was a whole new feeling and it felt great.
Casey finishes cumming inside the plush but takes a minute to breathe, still feeling the insides trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. Slowly lifting the plush off of his length, a loud ‘pop’ is heard when the plush is fully off of his cock. Globs of cum bubble and spill out of the plush’s hole and it’s a sight to see.
“Holy shit.” Is all Casey could say, still staring at the plush he defiled. “I’m so fucked up.”
Turtle’s Lair: Friday 12:15 PM
Raphael finally had a chance to catch his breath. Even though he missed the feeling of the phantom object, it didn’t make sense what this thing was. Ghost? Invisible man? Anything is possible at this point.
Raphael slowly gets up, using the doorknob to balance himself. His slit was still pulsating and aching while his erection hung between his legs. Looking up at the mirror, Raphael sees how flushed and sweaty his face looks. There was no way he could go back to the table and eat like nothing happened.
Raphael’s train of thought is interrupted by the door knocking, making the red turtle jump.
“Raphael, are you okay in there?” Leonardo asks from the outside. “It’s been about ten minutes since you ran off to the bathroom.”
Raphael tries to wipe the sweat off his face. “Y-yeah I’m okay! Just felt a little sick.” Raphael turns around to see how much slick coated his inner thighs and tail. “I’ll be out soon, just need to-haaa!” Raphael rushed to cover his mouth before any moans escaped. The phantom prodding was back but this time the phantom object felt bigger as it slowly sank into his slit, almost like a dildo inside of him. Only this was like no size he’d ever experimented with nor did it feel like the silicon dildos he’d use; it was strangely warm all around and it felt great. Conclusion, this was a phantom cock inside of him.
“Raphael?” There is panic in Leonardo’s voice as he knocks again. “Raphael, do I need help? I can come inside-“
“NO!” Raphael yells as he feels himself getting fuller and fuller by the minute. “I mean, no I’m good! I just need to-ngh! Spend quaaaah! Q-quality time with the toilet!” Raphael could barely form a coherent sentence as the phantom cock pushes further and further.
“I can get Master Splinter to make you some tea that can soothe your stomach.” Leonardo suggested.
The invisible cock pushed further inside and hit a sweet spot Raphael had never felt before, almost making him see stars. “Yes!” Raphael moans out as his walls tighten around the prodding object. “T-That sounds good! Just give me time in here!” Low churrs leave his mouth as he is fully pressed himself against the door.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to come inside? You sound like your-“
“Haaaaah I-I’m good!” Raphael screamed out as he felt the invisible cock push in and out of him, hitting a sweet spot in each thrust. “Hnngh, I’ll be fine! Go finish up lunch and I’ll be out in a bit.” Looking down at himself, he could see his lower plastron bulge out more with each thrust. Whatever or whoever this perverted ghost was, they sure were huge.
“Alright, but I’ll definitely come back here to check up on you!” Leonardo said in the sweetest and caring voice.
Raphael doesn’t respond, instead, he lets out a louder churr when he suspects Leonardo has left. “Haaah, god right there.” Raphael moves his own hips in tandem to the thrusting of the invisible cock.
Insides burning as the invisible cock wasn’t holding back, feverishly thrusting in and out of Raphael. Raphael had his face and body pressed up against the door, trying to maintain his balance.
Looking over his shoulder to the mirror, he could see how open his slit was, getting a look of his inner walls getting wetter and tighter with each thrust. Raphael got to work on his neglected cock, immediately jerking himself off as the phantom cock continued to thrust deeper and deeper into him.
Raphael imagined Casey Jones grabbing onto his waist while thrusting deeper, angling is cock enough to hit the sweet spot. Casey Jones was a reckless meathead with a sense of justice. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but he always had the spirit and Raphael wanted nothing more than to suck the man’s fat cock. He’d never fully seen it himself aside from the obvious outline on the man’s gray sweatpants. There were too many close calls where the man was close, unknowingly gripping onto his waist, thighs, ass, and other parts of Raphael's body. The turtle couldn’t tell if the man was doing it on purpose but he’d wish Casey just went a step further and pound into him.
There was definitely something messed up about fantasizing about a friend doing such acts but it was a fantasy in the end. Raphael would feel guilty about it later as
Raphael’s eyes widen as he reaches his climax, pumping his cock faster In tandem to the invisible cock thrusting in and out. One last deep thrust and Raphael shoots his load into his hands, some of it landing on the door in front of him.
Raphael feels like he’s getting filled up but notices nothing really is filling him up, outside of his dripping stick, nothing was being pumped into him. If Casey was here, he could imagine the man dumping all of his seed inside of him, making sure to not pull out. Raphael stays pressed up against the door as he rides out his orgasam, inner walls tightening around the ghost cock, slick coating his inner thighs and spilling onto the bathroom floor.
The phantom cock slowly pull out, body shivering as the cool air flows through. Raphael’s legs feel like jelly, falling to his knees as he catches his breath.
“What horny ghost did I piss off?” Raphael jokes to himself, trying to make sense of what happened to him. As inconsiderate it was for this phantom invisible man to mess with him during lunch, this was the first time Raphael ever came that hard. Raphael was drenched in sweat, his mask to the fabric cuffs on his wrist, knees, and ankles all covered in dark spots of his sweat.
A knock is heard on the door again. “Raphael, how ya holding up?” Leo asks through the other side of the door.
It immediately snaps Raphael back to reality, practically jumping back up as if he didn’t get railed by the invisible man. “I’m good! Finishing up my business!” Raphael yells as he flushes the toilet to make it seem like he’s busy. Seeing himself in the mirror, he looked flushed and dazed. Turning on the sink, he splashes the ice cold water on his face to hopefully get rid of the flushed and sweaty parts of his face. Grabbing the wash cloth, he wets it with the cold water and quickly wipes down his body in hopes it cools him off. Luckily after he came, his cock went back into his pouch and his slit no longer looked puffy and red.
Leonardo knocks on the door again. “Are you sure-“
Raphael cut off his brother by swiftly opening the door, startling his older brother. Leonardo was standing with a small tray of a tea cup full of the hot liquid.
“What’s up?” Raphael leans on the door frame with his arms crossed, hoping his ‘casual’ tone would convince Leonardo that nothing strange happened.
Leonardo gently lifts up the small tray to show the hot tea. “Master Splinter ended up making you some tea to help with your stomach.”
“That was nice of him,” Raphael comments as he takes the tea off the tray, the floral aroma hitting his nose as he takes a sip of the tea.
“You were in there for quite a while and as your leader I need to make sure you’re-“
“Like I said, I’m all good now!” Raphael says lightheartedly, doing a little joking twirl to show Leonardo his body was still intact and unharmed. Raphael excuses himself out of the bathroom as he heads for the kitchen in the other room, tea still in hand. “Just hope we have some pizza left, I’m starving.” After unexpectedly going to pound town with the invisible man, Raphael was hungrier than ever and just wanted to wind down for the rest of the day.
Leonardo stood there in confusion, happy his brother was better but couldn’t wrap his head around why Raphael was acting strange. His nose twitched as an intense scent hit his nostrils. Peeking his head inside, he was hit with an overwhelming salty hormonal scent, causing the blue turtle to recoil backwards into the hall.
“Eugh,” Leonardo gags as he covers his nose. “Is it already that time of season?”
Shredder’s Lair: Friday 2:00 PM
“You idiots! Do I have to babysit you to do the simplest of tasks?” Shredder rages as he knocks over various notes and books on the table.
“Sorry Shredder, but we ran into that psycho guy in the hockey mask last night! Real nutcase, those other guys ain’t joking.” Bebop explained as he watched Shredder pace around the room.
“I didn’t know the plush would drop out of my pocket that easily!” Rocksteady tried to explain but was met with Shredder’s face of anger.
“You fool, why would you put a precious weapon like that in your pocket! Do you know how long it took me to make that plush? Now I have to sew that plush from square one.” Shredder complains as he heads over to the large computer monitor. As he types away, an incoming message pops up interrupting his train of thought.
Appearing on the screen was his ally, Krang. “Shredder, did you finish the weapon we discussed last time?”
Shredder stumbles his words before he is able to form a coherent sentence. “Unfortunately, my idiot henchmen lost the plush and I have to start over!”
There is relief in the aliens' faces. “Phew, good thing they disposed of the plush then.”
“What? They carelessly lost a valuable weapon to defeat those meddling turtles!” Shredder slams his fist on the table causing the two mutants to startle in the back.
“Calm down, Shredder! This is for the best. I accidentally gave you the wrong disk information about yer little red turtle.”
“Your point?”
“You’re gonna get a good laugh at this but I accidentally gave the onahole data instead of the body mimic data!” Krang laughs.
Shredder’s eyes widened in horror. “Onahole data? How did you-“
“That data was, well let’s put it eloquently, for my personal needs.” The pink brain alien chuckles. “It was supposed to be for that very pesky yet perky news reporter in yellow. A little device that replicated her insides .” A perverted grin is plastered on the alien as he explained. “But it appears I mixed up the data and transferred it to the wrong disk.”
Shredder stands in silence, taking in the disturbingly new information. “So you’re telling me the doll was a dud? If we tried to use it, would it have rendered useless?” Shredder’s eyes twitch in anger.
“Precisely, the doll would have been useless in combat. But if you dropped your trousers and used the onaho-“
“Thank you, Krang!” Shredder interrupts. “Oh look at that Bebop stepped on the wires!” Shredder lies as he starts to make fake static noises. “You’re breaking up sir! I’ll report back soon!” Krang yelled out something before Shredder fully ended the transmission. Shredder stands in front of his monitor in silence for a bit before Rocksteady coughs to clear his throat.
“You alright boss? Yer about to pop a blood vessel-“
“Silence! Everything about that damn doll, forget about it! I’ll be in my office to make a new plan starting from scratch.” Shredder storms out of the room, slamming the door in the process.
The two mutants look at each other in confusion. “Guess losing the doll wasn’t a bad thing after all.” Rocksteady says as he leans back on the chair.
“But you heard Krang he said somethin’ about ‘on hole’? What the hell is that?” Bebop asks.
Rocksteady starts laughing at Bebop incorrect terminology. “Nah nah, it’s called an ‘onahole’. Ya know, like them fleshlights you see at the adult stores! The plush was a fleshlight modeled after the red turtle!” Rocksteady snorts as he continues to laugh. “Oh this is gold, guess extraterrestrial aliens are just as horny as the rest of us.”
“So we were carrying a fleshlight modeled around the turtle teenager ?”
Rocksteady stops laughing at that realization. “Ah shit, guess so. Man that’s kinda fucked huh? I may rob, beat people up, and cause chaos but having sex with a teenager? I ain’t about to catch a case.”
“Probably best it got thrown in the garbage. Good thing nobody got to use it in that way. Guess the red one didn’t get stuffed after all.”