<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/350/1/b/mikey_by_jennyverse-d8a4qi5.jpg)</div>A soft giggle worked its way from Michelangelo's soft lips as she kissed Leonardo back.  Though she was always so full of confidence and joviality, Mikey needed that little boost every now and again.  Hearing Leo say he loved her so much lit a fire within her that was sure to last for days.  She leaned up, sitting on her big brother and rocking over him steadily.  Her hands slid down his chest, fingers dancing over the man's hard muscles.  Mikey transitioned to her own body, slipping up over her pudgy tummy and cradling her tremendous bust.<br/><br/>Mikey looked down at the boy as she started to buck on him harder, faster.  "Aww, I love you, too. You're everything to me, big brother. All of you are. I want to hug and kiss and fuck each and every one of you, even Mistress Splinter, every day!"  The girl moaned, feeling a rush of heat cascade though her as she fucked Leo with hard thrusts.  Her upper body fell, arms unsteadily supporting her on his chest.  "Frickin' heck, Leo.. I'm going to.. oh, man.. Yesyesyesyesyesyesssss.."  Suddenly the girl bucked hard, then again.  She shuddered over Leo as her body released over him.  "UUuunnnhhh!! Yessssss..."<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/352/b/3/casey_by_jennyverse-d8a9i05.jpg)</div>Though Raphael couldn't see it, Casey cocked an eyebrow at his taunts and the jab about her mask.  Clearly he didn't know how much punishment a fine, tournament-grade hockey mask could take.  It had saved her from what would have been some pretty horrible scarring quite a few times.  Just as she was about to make a stunning retort that absolutely, positively put the green freak in his place and made him her bitch, the moment was ruined by the counterattacking miscreant.  "God dammit, seriously?"  Casey didn't have fast enough access to any of her ranged equipment, what with the golf ball pocket having that stupid industrial grade zipper on it.  She ripped her mask off and flung it like a Frisbee hoping to save her green crime-fighting buddy a trip to the hospital.<br/><br/>"Yeah! Get the hell on, idiot!"  Casey watched the young man run as both his knife and her mask fell somewhat harmlessly to the ground.  The woman turned to Raph, taking one hand off her hockey stick and planting the but of it on the ground.  "Now what were you saying about my mask, sir?"  She strained the last word, mocking the creature.  Now unmasked, he would be able to see that Casey was quite striking for a muscled vigilante.  Her features weren't cute, but had a very strong, beautiful quality about them.  Framed in her long, dark hair, she could easily pass for a lawyer on some primetime court drama.<br/>