Mooning before me was the pearly gates of heaven itself, the plump inviting ass of my boyfriend as he laid out on his front across the bed. I spent far too long just admiring the sight, causing Wes to turn around and look back at me with a deep blush on his cheeks. “Johnny? You gonna put it in?”

Normally I’d get annoyed at not being called John but Wes had a special exception. He could call me whatever he wanted and that sweet voice of his would make it sound like the most romantic thing in the world. I let out a nervous chuckle and mounted over him, hearing him let out a high pitched gasp and watching his cute body tremble as I positioned myself.

The bed was set up right next to a window, the curtains closed but with light shinning through the fabric to illuminate us. Our yellow flesh glistening under the rays of the setting sun, completely exposed with our shells discarded and standard issue koopa t-shirt and boxers neatly collected on the floor off the side of the bed. For Koopas even being outside of our shells alone was risque, to say nothing of being completely naked. Needless to say it took Wes and I a good five minutes of working up our courage to get undressed enough to start making love.

We let out a synchronized moan as I slid into him, feeling his tight clenching insides around me down to the base. My arms wrapped around his body from behind, between the mattress and his front I ran my hands up and down his chest and tummy. The stimulation made him tremble adorably, and quiver around my arousal while it throbbed against the velvet clench of his insides.

“I love you.” I moaned into his ear, nuzzling cheek to cheek. I bucked my hips slowly, driving all the way out to the tip and then slowly pushing back in to the base. Electricity raced up my spine with every gyration of my hips, and it only took a couple minutes of slow humping before I grunted out through my nose and thrust short and fast through a climax. Wes inhaled sharply at the feeling of me swelling inside him and pumping every last drop I had into his body, while I huddled against him from behind without even an inch of space between us.

As afterglow settled in I took short deep panting breaths, and nestled into the nape of his shoulder in a post sex cuddle. I kept buried inside of him while we wound down from the coupling, catching our breath together in a romantic stillness. Finally I lifted off from his back, shuddering as I tugged out of him.

“Short but sweet.” Wes said in a slight breathless swoon, smiling back at me and giving his abused butt a sway at me. I blushed slightly and pet his reddened cheek and down along his thigh.

“U-umm sorry, I tried to last longer but…” I started, only for him to sit up and wrap his arms around me and kissed at my cheek.

“Don’t be, I finished. It was amazing. It always is with you.” He cut me off, making me fluster as I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. This was heaven, a romantic get away to spend together all summer. The trade off of needing to live around the other turtles and take some time out of the day to look over some kids here and there was completely worth it.

“Up for round two?” Wes asked me, brushing his hands down my front and sending shivers up my spine. I couldn’t hide my returning arousal, but I also let out a hesitant chuckle before answering.

“I think we should grab some of the toys from our luggage first, if we’re going to turn this into an all nighter.” I suggested, making him giggle and nod enthusiastically in agreement. Reluctantly we scooted off the bed and got dressed again, only walking out of the bedroom once our shells were securely in place. Walking down the one sided hall towards the stairs we heard unrestrained groaning from behind two of the other bedroom doors, making us fluster as we hurried to scarper down the steps to the ground floor.

We saw Jaime arranging the luggage while padding down the stairs, catching his eye. “You guys done having fun up there?” He asked with a playfully accusing arch to his brow.

Wes cleared his throat and looked off, and I couldn’t keep a nervous quiver from showing at being directly accused. “We were just… you know… how it is…” I stammered, feeling more ashamed of being so anxious about it. We obviously weren’t in the closet or anything, but we still felt that nervousness at talking about it openly.

“Yeah, sure. You’re going to leave me and Alfred doing all the work aren’t you?” Jaime asked with a smirk, pulling out a paper and presenting it to us as we finally made it to the ground floor and approached him. “There’s still things that need to get done before tomorrow.”

“Well we wouldn’t want to deprive you of your favorite thing in the world.” Wes answered, much more comfortable giving as good as he got when it came to any other topic in the world. It made me smirk, Jaime was a friend I’d known for a long time but it never got old ribbing him for always taking on too much responsibility. It’d become such a habit of allowing him to do work that by all rights I should have been helping out with that I didn’t even feel guilty about it anymore.

As if to validate that feeling, Jaime didn’t even look chuffed and just rolled his eyes through a smile while he went back to sorting the baggage. While Wes and I approached something caught my peripheral vision. A bright red that stood out among the foliage of nature out the window. But by the time I turned to actually look outside there was nothing.

At least that’s what it seemed like until I peered outside to take a closer look, and spotted what looked like a discarded green koopa shell. A mix of confusion and scandal raced through my head when I saw that! For one thing everyone with a green shell that we knew to be here was accounted for… or were they? I didn’t know what color shell Alfred’s cousin or his significant other had. Did the shell belong to one of them? But that only emphasized the second concern, who would be so brazen and shameless as to run around without their shell! Even Stephen and Savini wouldn’t be flagrant enough to streak shell-less in the middle of the wilderness.

“Umm one second guys.” I bid to Wes and Jaime, who looked on confused as I hurried out the front door. I didn’t want to spoil their opinion about one of the owners of the camp we were helping out at by bringing their attention to the abandoned shell. At least not without investigating and getting some answers about it first. As I waddled out towards where I saw the shell, my confusion only deepened. I was right where I’d seen it, but now the green shell was nowhere to be found! Had whoever the shell belonged to rushed out to retrieve it in the time it took me to walk outside?

While I was puzzling over it, a thunderous rumble shook through the forest. It was so loud that it definitely reached the cabin, let alone nearly making me jump in shock out in the open. Before I could even begin to question what made that sound, I felt something strike me right in the chest and send me tumbling backwards! I nearly got stuck on my back, letting out worried clucks as I squirmed to right myself and look around at what attacked me.

Then I saw it, a red shell on the ground still spinning from the impact it made against me, and dripping with glossy wetness. A deep concern took root in the pit of my stomach at the sight of it, a nameless fear from my subconscious recognizing warning signs that I couldn’t put into words. But there was one thing I was able to understand without a doubt.

That was Alfred’s shell.

Without thinking I rose to my feet, scooped the shell up in my arms and started scampering back towards the cabin. Koopa instinct took hold and overruled curiosity, urging me to flee from the unknown and find strength in numbers!

By the time I made it back into the cabin and slammed the door shut behind me a flurry of thoughts buzzed through my mind. Wes and Jaime jumped in surprise at my sudden return and stared at me looking concerned, the process of trying to retrieve our bag of sex toys inconspicuously interrupted it seemed. Before either of them could voice a question, I nearly shouted one of my own.

“Have either of you seen Alfred?” They balked back slightly at the volume, looking to each other before meeting my eyes again.

“He just went out to find his cousin before you guys came down…” Jaime answered. “What was that loud sound just now?”

“Is that Alfred’s shell?” Wes asked, bringing me and Jaime’s attention to the red shell in my arms. I hadn’t even realized I picked it up while I was running back here in such a rush. I dropped it and started to hyperventilate a bit, which brought Wes scurrying over to my side in concern. He ushered me over to the couch and sat me down while Jaime began to pepper me with questions.

“What happened? Where’d you get Alfred’s shell from? Are you okay?” I took a few deep breaths trying to collect myself after Wes looked to Jaime and shook his head wordlessly telling him to tone it down.

“Do you need some water, baby?” Wes asked, hugging into me comfortingly. His voice helped me calm down somewhat and I shook my head, finally settled enough to explain what happened.

“I thought I saw something outside, someones shell. But when I went out to check it was gone, then that noise happened… and out of nowhere, Alfred’s shell flew out and smacked into me! I didn’t stick around to see where it came from… and I didn’t see Alfred anywhere either.” After I recounted the story there was silence for a few moments.

Then Jaime started rushing up the stairs. Wes stayed by my side rubbing my arm tenderly, as we heard Jaime start knocking on the bedroom doors to get the others.

“Guys get out here! I don’t care how close you are, it’s urgent throw some shell on and hurry up.”

After a minute of grumbling and aggressive questioning the other four turtles came down to join us. Stephen and Savini were coughing and stumbled with every step, seemed they were interrupted in the middle of a toke and choke. Gunnar and Kane were fuming but to their credit they seemed alert and at attention, ready for action despite their blue balls. Once they were collected Jaime put the dripping red shell down in front of everyone, which hushed their pent up complaints.

“What the hell does all that mean? What happened?” Kane asked after Jaime finished recounting my story, all eyes looking to me while Wes pulled me closer to him protectively.

“I don’t know! I didn’t go looking, I just ran back here as soon as I could!” I replied, the answer evidently not being very helpful as the pair of spike shelled turtles threw their hands up in disgust.

“We gotta go out and find Alfred.” Gunnar concluded, visibly restraining himself from also saying “he hasn’t paid us yet” though the sentiment was clear on his face. 

Surprisingly Savini and Stephen seemed to agree, already standing up together. “Should we split up into groups? Or would we cover more ground if we all went off by ourselves?”

“We’ll meet back up here in an hour?” Stephen added after Savini finished.

I jumped to my feet and walked around in front of them near the front of the room. A tiny voice in my head noticing the window I’d originally seen that empty green shell through was open, when I could have sworn it’d been closed previously. But I wasn’t paying attention to that, I just turned to address everyone.

“No way! We need to stay right here, o-or just straight up leave! Get back to town and call the cops or something!” I clucked in a breathless panic, making the others look at me in various shades of reactions. Disgust, surprise, or concern.

“Babe, maybe we should-” Wes started, but I cut him off.

“Don’t you get it? E-empty wet shells, that sound earlier? Somethings out there! And we could be next, if we don’t bail right now!”

I could feel the inevitable response, placation or dismissal that I was over reacting, or aggressive accusations that I was a pussy. But before any of them could say anything, a loud wet splat echoed through the cabin.

My eyes widened. I could feel it even through the shell, it was like it was radiating against me. Something connected to my back, hitting me like a wad of gum sticking to the shells surface. I didn’t have time to turn around, all I could do was take in the reactions of the others. The shift in their expression from mild confusion at the strange sound, to shock and fear as I was all at once yanked back off my feet and flung through the window.

As I rushed backwards I just had time to see Wes run up to the window followed by the others, watching as I landed in something hot and moist and all encompassing. The view of the outside world was replaced by darkness and overwhelming pink flesh, my entire body engulfed away from the fresh air and disappearing sunlight.

I recognized where I was immediately. A mouth, suckling around me with a fat bulb tipped wad of a tongue licking over my body. I clucked in a panic, but I didn’t have the room to move. I felt myself being swished against the stretching flesh of cheeks, and then rolled against the roof of the mouth. I spasmed as I felt the tongue licking between my legs, yelping out and trying to push it back or cross my legs to no avail. After what felt like an hour of being molested inside the maw, everything shifted and squeezed around me and I was sent down in a massive swallow.

Every inch of me flowed down the gulping gullet, the transition from humid mouth to clenching throat flesh instantaneous. I didn’t even have time to struggle before I landed into my inescapable destination. A cramped organic prison of a stomach.

There was enough room to move around and the walls stretched under my pushing limbs while I squirmed desperately. I noticed it wasn’t as dark in here as it had been in the mouth. In fact it was fairly bright, almost just as much as it had been outside. As I reoriented myself and got a sense of the surrounding I understood why. I could see out through the “front” of the stomach, looking through where there should have been a solid wall of flesh and instead seeing the same sight I had been witness to moments before being swallowed. The cabin, with the other koopas looking out the window at me.

In a desperate panic I started pushing at the invisible wall in front of me, feeling hot moist belly flesh under my hands but appearing to touch against nothing at all. The contact caused the view of the outside world to warp, like plastic wrap being stretched or folded in on itself causing it to widen or shrink like a fun house mirror, but didn’t obscure it. It was slightly filtered perhaps, but otherwise clear as day. I was inside a stomach, I’d been swallowed whole and was now inside of a stomach, but I could still see everything outside.

My ability to process how that was possible or what it meant was stifled by the overload of stimulus from my surroundings oppressing itself upon me. Ridged and oozing organic walls pressed in on me from every angle, grinding into my flesh and against my shell. Any efforts to push it back were met with an even tighter compression of belly muscle clenching me down into a smaller space, only to relax back into normal shape after a second. The stomach was allowing me to struggle, but it scolded any effort to do so by putting me in my place, emphasizing how helpless I was.

That’s when I noticed there was a visible fluid oozing from the unseen walls around me. A thick viscous and sticky liquid that soaked into my flesh and got under my shell, I could feel it wetting my shirt and boxers making them cling to my body like I’d just been dunked in syrup. Soon I was covered in it from head to toe feeling truly battered in the fluid, but the walls just kept leaking more and more causing the excess to accumulate in the basin of the stomach.

The belly juices began to rise up inside the organic chamber, coming up above my knees and the curve of my rump sitting against the bottom of the gut. I started to hyperventilate again, my eyes widening and my body beginning to move on its own squirming all the more intense. Every movement caused the building puddle of belly syrup to splash, and the pressing of my hands and legs were met with a stern squeeze down from the stomach walls clenching me into a curled up fetal position. The snug confines getting even more cramped down caused the rising pool to take up even more space, cover even more of my body.

“HELP ME! PLEASE, DO SOMETHING!” I screamed out, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked out through where the belly walls should have been to the window the other koopas had been looking through. Only Wes and Stephen were still peering out, the others were nowhere to be seen. Wes was in hysterics but stared like a deer in the headlights completely nonreactive, and Stephens eyes were wide like he wasn’t sure if he was just on a bad trip or if this was really happening.

As the stomach filled up to my torso I tried squirming around again, only for the gut to clench down even more and push my face between my knees while my legs were curled up against my chest. “PLEASE STOP! I DON’T WANT TO BE DIGESTED! I’M NOT FOOD! LET ME OUT!” I yelled, but if whatever it was that ate me heard my muffled plea it didn’t react. Except to rub at its belly, letting me see a black and scaly hand pressing down through the outside of where there should have been solid belly flesh, imprinting through the invisible barrier of gut and pressing down on my head.

Incoherent desperate clucks spilled out of my mouth while I tried to move, but any spasm of my limbs was just met by more clenching from the gastric confines. Soon it was squeezing down so tight I couldn’t move at all, I felt like I was being hugged by a thousand arms smothering me from every possible direction. The sloshing belly fluids splashed against my nose, and it was all I could do to tilt my head back to free my lips from the burbling building of digestive syrup.

“Please… p-please!” Was the only word I could muster, the hot tracks of tears down my cheeks mixing with the contents of the belly. As if in response, a thundering belch released from above, sounding just like the forest shaking noise from before only much louder now that I was at ground zero of the source. The release of fumes brought the stomach juices to fill up the chamber completely, dunking me under and leaving not a single inch of free air inside the stomach.

Before I could exhale or inhale in thoughtless panic, before I could even think of holding my breath, before I could react in any way whatsoever - the stomach drained down. Like a tub being emptied when the stopped was pulled out, the belly fluids swirled out flushing down the bottom of the organic chamber in less than a millisecond after that belch ended. And I felt myself dropping down along with it, swept up in the rushing juices to exit down the exit of the gut. I felt myself pop out of my shell, yanked free from the bottom and leaving it behind as I flowed in a slurry of fluids through the fleshy tubing beneath the digestive organ.

It was a feeling not unlike what it must have been like for a drop of rain to fall from a cloud, a short weightless journey that ended in a splash into a larger body of water. My mind thought of what it must have been like on a rainy day at this little camp, raindrops falling into the lake and ceasing to be raindrops, and instead becoming just more water in the lake. In the same exact way, I ceased to be a single individual drop and expanded to become just that much more of the larger body I now inhabited.