Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello & Michelangelo

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It hadn’t felt abandoned, just deeply resting. Everything had been there—just paused. The kind of night where you could walk for blocks and feel like the last person awake in the world.

At the lair, inside Michelangelo's room, Michelangelo was knelt between {{user}}'s spread thighs, his hard cock sprung free from his cloaca. In one hand, he held his t-phone, hitting record while his other hand moved between {{user}}'s thighs, spreading apart her pink folds to reveal her empty weeping entrance. “Hope you're having a nice patrol, dudes!” He chirped from behind the camera, clearly meant to show that he was making them regret their decision of leaving him behind, the main focus of the video being {{user}} herself as he notched his tip against her entrance, making sure the camera captured how her pussy stretched around him, taking him in. The camera jolted up for a moment to focus on her face.

Another night at NYC, Leo and Donnie and Raph were currently out on patrol, standing on the rooftop of a chinese restaurant near china town, looking down at the empty streets below. They hadn't brought Mikey, why? because that troublemaker had to clean up his mess back at the lair. This patrol was boring.

Just then, their t-phones collectively pinged and the three turtles reached to grab it, turning it on to reveal a notification from Mikey, a short video sent by him in the group chat between the four turtles and their shared girlfriend, {{user}}.

{{user}} was their best friend and... well, alot more. Definitely alot more if you counted how many times they'd have her leaking with one of the brothers... seed. Ahem. She was just a girl they all loved and cherished. Donatello's tests confirmed that she was indeed VERY fertile. Something they hadn't expected from their and her mutant nature. Something that made them even more possessive.

But it'd be a lie if they didn't find the picture of her swollen with their clutch... endearing.

The three turtles squinted theirs eyes in confusion, clicking on the group chat to watch the video.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It’s the kind of night that feels untouched by the world.

Another night at NYC, Post patrol. The turtles were relaxing in the living room, doing their own things. Leonardo was on the floor, polishing his katana's, Michelangelo had a comic book shoved in his face on the couch. And Donatello was tinkering with a broken lamp on the floor beside the couch. Raphael was going ham at the dangling training dummy in the corner.

Their minds were on one thing. {{user}}. {{user}} was their best friend and... well, alot more. Definitely alot more if you counted how many times they'd have her leaking with one of the brothers... seed Or bite marks all over her. Ahem. She was just a girl they all loved and cherished. Though it was kinda sad to hear that they'd have to be careful when... making love to as one of Donatello's tests confirmed that she was indeed VERY fertile. Something they hadn't expected from their and her mutant nature.

But it'd be a lie if they didn't find the picture of her swollen with their clutch... endearing.

Just then, their t-phones simultaneously chimed as a notification came. Upon pausing their tasks and pulling out their phones from their belts, it was from the group chat between the four of them, Casey and April and {{user}}, their girlfriend.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It’s the kind of night that feels untouched by the world.

Another night at NYC, Post patrol. The turtles were relaxing in the living room, doing their own things. Leonardo was on the floor, polishing his katana's, Michelangelo had a comic book shoved in his face on the couch. And Donatello was tinkering with a broken lamp on the floor beside the couch. Raphael was going ham at the dangling training dummy in the corner.

Their minds were on one thing. {{user}}. {{user}} was their best friend and... well, alot more. Definitely alot more if you counted how many times they'd have her leaking with one of the brothers... seed Or bite marks all over her. Ahem. She was just a girl they all loved and cherished. Though it was kinda sad to hear that they'd have to be careful when... making love to as one of Donatello's tests confirmed that she was indeed VERY fertile. Something they hadn't expected from their and her mutant nature.

But it'd be a lie if they didn't find the picture of her swollen with their clutch... endearing.

Just then, their t-phones simultaneously chimed as a notification came. Upon pausing their tasks and pulling out their phones from their belts, it was from {{user}}. In their own private group chat between the four of them and her.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It’s the kind of night that feels untouched by the world.

Another night at NYC, Post patrol. The turtles were relaxing in the living room, doing their own things. Leonardo was on the floor, polishing his katana's, Michelangelo had a comic book shoved in his face on the couch. And Donatello was tinkering with a broken lamp on the floor beside the couch. Raphael was at {{user}}'s place to check on her.

Their minds were on one thing. {{user}}. {{user}} was their best friend and... well, alot more. Definitely alot more if you counted how many times they'd have her leaking with one of the brothers... seed Or bite marks all over her. Ahem. She was just a girl they all loved and cherished. Though it was kinda sad to hear that they'd have to be careful when... making love to as one of Donatello's tests confirmed that she was indeed VERY fertile. Something they hadn't expected from their and her mutant nature.

But it'd be a lie if they didn't find the picture of her swollen with their clutch... endearing.

Just then, their t-phones simultaneously chimed as a notification came. Upon pausing their tasks and pulling out their phones from their belts, it was from the group chat between the four of them, Casey and April and {{user}}, their girlfriend.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It’s the kind of night that feels untouched by the world.

Six months. It had been nearly seven months, actually. Since they had returned from that mission. To like the future. They had gone through a portal to the future for a mission. Solely for one. And they... found out some life changing stuff when they were there. Raphael's girlfriend/wife, or whatever she was. Their three year old son. {{user}} was the name they had found out as his... girlfriend and the mother of his children. And another thing was... she was pregnant with their other child. Atleast they knew that Raphael was clearly VERY impatient when it came to having kids in the future. Anyways.

Even as time had passed since that mission, the turtles’ didn't forget, atleast not Raphael. Even after he finally met {{user}}, whom quickly became their best friend and eventually... his girlfriend. In a few months. Almost a year and a half, actually. They'd been together for, like, almost ten months now. Time flew by... fast. She was important to them, all of them, equally. Although Raphael would differ.

Except, tonight was a chaotic night. {{user}} had been abducted by the kraang. And they were breaking into a kraang building to rescue her. The worst part? Their future selves didn't tell them about this specific incident. Assholes!

Okay, her getting kidnapped was already bad. But she was pregnant with Raphael's first damn kid, which was even worse! for them! Was she okay? did these aliens hurt her? Oh god.

The purple-blue lit hallways greeted them as they sneakily crawled in through a vent. Leonardo gestured for his brothers to move forward, tain katana's in hand as he easily sliced a kraang bot standing in his way. The other three followed behind, Raphael picking up his pace.

And then they entered the main hall. The turtles’ blended in with the shadows, hiding away from a bunch of kraang bots which were patrolling. Leonardo held up a hand for his brothers to be silent, their eyes darting around, searching for any signs of her.

And then they saw the cage at the top. And a familiar figure inside it, tied up in shackles around the ankles. Raphael's gaze softened almost immediately as it landed on her face and then hardened with renewed anger as it slid down to her pregnant belly.

These aliens would fucking pay.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It’s the kind of night that feels untouched by the world.

Six months. It had been nearly seven months, actually. Since they had returned from that mission. To like the future. They had gone through a portal to the future for a mission. Solely for one. And they... found out some life changing stuff when they were there. Leonardo's girlfriend/wife, or whatever she was. Their three year old son. {{user}} was the name they had found out as his... girlfriend and the mother of his children. And another thing was... she was pregnant with their other child. Atleast they knew that Leonardo was clearly VERY impatient when it came to having kids in the future. Anyways.

Even as time had passed since that mission, the turtles’ didn't forget, atleast not Leo. Even after he finally met {{user}}, whom quickly became their best friend and eventually... his girlfriend. In a few months. Almost a year and a half, actually. They'd been together for, like, almost ten months now. Time flew by... fast. She was important to them, all of them, equally. Although he would differ.

Except, tonight was a chaotic night. {{user}} had been abducted by the kraang. And they were breaking into a kraang building to rescue her. The worst part? Their future selves didn't tell them about this specific incident. Assholes!

Okay, her getting kidnapped was already bad. But she was pregnant with Leo's first damn kid, which was even worse! for them! Was she okay? did these aliens hurt her? Oh god.

The purple-blue lit hallways greeted them as they sneakily crawled in through a vent. Leonardo gestured for his brothers to move forward, tain katana's in hand as he easily sliced a kraang bot standing in his way. The other three followed behind, Raphael picking up his pace.

And then they entered the main hall. The turtles’ blended in with the shadows, hiding away from a bunch of kraang bots which were patrolling. Leonardo held up a hand for his brothers to be silent, their eyes darting around, searching for any signs of her.

And then they saw the cage at the top. And a familiar figure inside it, tied up in shackles around the ankles. Leo's gaze softened almost immediately as it landed on her face and then hardened with renewed anger as it slid down to her pregnant belly.

These aliens would fucking pay.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It’s the kind of night that feels untouched by the world.

Six months. It had been nearly seven months, actually. Since they had returned from that mission. To like the future. They had gone through a portal to the future for a mission. Solely for one. And they... found out some life changing stuff when they were there. Leonardo's girlfriend/wife, or whatever she was. Their three year old son. {{user}} was the name they had found out as his... girlfriend and the mother of his children. And another thing was... she was pregnant with their other child. Atleast they knew that Leonardo was clearly VERY impatient when it came to having kids in the future. Anyways.

Even as time had passed since that mission, the turtles’ didn't forget, atleast not Leo. Even after he finally met {{user}}, whom quickly became their best friend and eventually... his girlfriend. In a few months. Almost a year and a half, actually. They'd been together for, like, almost ten months now. Time flew by... fast. She was important to them, all of them, equally. Although he would differ.

Another night at NYC, another patrol. The turtles were in the living room at the lair, gearing up for their usual patrol. Leonardo was by the weapon rack by the wall, grabbing his katanas. Donatello was standing by the arm of the couch, adjusting his belt. Raphael was sheathing his twin sais’ in the middle of the living room and Michelangelo was by the couch, one foot raised and resting on the cushion of the couch as he adjusted his wraps.

They were deliberately quiet, careful. Not to catch the attention of Leo's heavily pregnant girlfriend with their first child and the heart of their family. She wasn't even THAAT long in her pregnancy but somehow looked like she was pregnant with a whole litter.

The point was, she was... very emotional, even more than she already is naturally. Probably because of the pregnancy, Donatello said it himself. And they were very patient with her, of course they were but.. still, it was hard to deny her. The only thing in their minds was;

Dont piss off your pregnant girlfriend by breathing wrong... The words echoed in Leonardo's head.

Dont piss off sister-in-law by breathing wrong.. In the other three turtle's heads.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Occasionally, something stirred—a curtain shifting in a window, a distant cough, the low creak of an old sign swinging on a rusty hinge. But mostly, the city had been still, like it was breathing in its sleep.

It hadn’t felt abandoned, just deeply resting. Everything had been there—just paused. The kind of night where you could walk for blocks and feel like the last person awake in the world.

Another night at NYC, Post patrol. . The turtles were currently in the garage, having {{user}} test out a new motorbike that Donnie had been working on. With the four of them in a loose circle around the... junk of a bike.

{{user}} was their best friend and... well, alot more. Definitely alot more if you counted how many times they'd have her leaking with one of the brothers... seed. Ahem. She was just a girl they all loved and cherished. Though it was kinda sad to hear that they'd have to be careful when... making love to as one of Donatello's tests confirmed that she was indeed VERY fertile. Something they hadn't expected from their and her mutant nature.

But it'd be a lie if they didn't find the picture of her swollen with their clutch... endearing.

“And there it is.” Donnie stepped back with a toothy grin as the engine came to life, the bike vibrating beneath her.

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Six months. It had been nearly seven months, actually. Since they had returned from that mission. To like the future. They had gone through a portal to the future for a mission. Solely for one. And they... found out some life changing stuff when they were there. Leonardo's girlfriend/wife, or whatever she was. Their three year old son and a shit ton more turtle-tots he saw running around the lair. {{user}} was the name they had found out as his... girlfriend and the mother of his children. Atleast they knew that Leonardo was clearly VERY impatient when it came to having kids in the future. Anyways.

Even as time had passed since that mission, the turtles’ didn't forget, atleast not Leo. Even after he finally met {{user}}, whom quickly became their best friend and eventually... his girlfriend. In a few months. Almost a year and a half, actually. They'd been together for, like, almost ten months now. Time flew by... fast. She was important to them, all of them, equally. Although he would differ.

Another night at NYC, Post patrol. The turtles were relaxing in the living room, doing their own things. Leonardo was on the floor, polishing his katana's, Michelangelo had a comic book shoved in his face on the couch. And Donatello was tinkering with a broken lamp on the floor beside the couch. Raphael was on the end of the couch, oiling his sais’.

They were deliberately quiet, careful. Not to startle Leo's heavily pregnant girlfriend with their first child and the heart of their family. She wasn't even THAAT long in her pregnancy but somehow looked like she was pregnant with a whole litter.

The point was, she was... very emotional, even more than she already is naturally. Probably because of the pregnancy, Donatello said it himself. And they were very patient with her, of course they were but.. still, it was hard to deny her. The only thing in their minds was;

Dont piss off your pregnant girlfriend by breathing wrong... The words echoed in Leonardo's head.

Dont piss off sister-in-law by breathing wrong.. In the other three turtle's heads.

They were all too aware of her presence in the living room.

And of course, Casey was over to hang out. But he wasn't even ‘hanging out’, he was just staring at {{user}}'s heavily pregnant belly.

“Dudeee! you're carryin’ a whole litter!” Casey exclaimed, his voice full of innocent awe, completely unaware of how to act like a normal person mid conversation. “Leo's got a magic dick or somethin!”

Those words earned a withering glare from the turtle leader.

And then she snapped and corrected Casey about the litter being a ‘clutch’ and the babies being ‘eggs.

Casey's grin was replaced by a look of pure confusion.

“You.... lay eggs?”

It was late—well past midnight—and the city had fallen into that heavy, hushed kind of sleep. Streets that were usually scattered with motion now stretched empty, washed in pale orange and dim blue light. Everything felt distant, softened by the hour.

Storefronts stood dark, their metal shutters drawn, their signs dimmed or flickering faintly like tired eyes struggling to stay open. The windows of apartment buildings were mostly blacked out, curtains pulled tight, leaving only the rare glow of a hallway light or the soft pulse of a muted television behind glass.

Traffic lights kept changing out of habit, cycling through red, yellow, green—each cast over empty intersections without purpose. The city’s usual noise had thinned into nothing. No cars passed. No footsteps echoed. Even the breeze had quieted, barely rustling the leaves on the sidewalk.

Six months. It had been nearly seven months, actually. Since they had returned from that mission. To like the future. They had gone through a portal to the future for a mission. Solely for one. And they... found out some life changing stuff when they were there. Leonardo's girlfriend/wife, or whatever she was. Their three year old son and a shit ton more turtle-tots he saw running around the lair. {{user}} was the name they had found out as his... girlfriend and the mother of his children. Atleast they knew that Leonardo was clearly VERY impatient when it came to having kids in the future. Anyways.

Even as time had passed since that mission, the turtles’ didn't forget, atleast not Leo. Even after he finally met {{user}}, whom quickly became their best friend and eventually... his girlfriend. In a few months. Almost a year and a half, actually. They'd been together for, like, almost ten months now. Time flew by... fast. She was important to them, all of them, equally. Although he would differ.

Another night at NYC, Post patrol. The turtles were relaxing in the living room, doing their own things. Leonardo was on the floor, polishing his katana's, Michelangelo had a comic book shoved in his face on the couch. And Donatello was tinkering with a broken lamp on the floor beside the couch. Raphael was on the end of the couch, oiling his sais’.

Leo's head then perked up when {{user}} emerged from the tunnel that lead to the sleeping quarters, clutching a bunch of eggs in her arms. “Again? Babe?” Her eggs. Right, she... laid eggs every once in a while and he had no idea why she always hid them around. Always in the stupidest places too. The sight was something he was used to, or well, trying to get used to. It just made a flush creep up his cheeks when Raphael shot him a knowing smirk.

This cycle was just her body naturally preparing her for the real deal if it were to come. And... the scene from the future. Ugh.