Enema

EXPLOSION IN THEIR PANTS
You know you want it.

“My sons, today is cleaning day.”
The four turtles froze in their breakfast and looked at their rat sensei with gaping mouths.
“No way! I need to repaint the Shellcycle!” Raphael protested.
“And I need to beat the next level of Mario!” Michelangelo joined.
“I was hoping to get some work done as well,” Donatello said unhappily.
Leonardo kept quiet because he knew complaining never got him anywhere.
“No excuses my sons. Our home is filthy enough, and we must clean it so that our minds are also clean and pure.”
“Master Splinter, I can live in a garbage can and still have my mind clean and pure...”
“I said no excuses.”
“Aww.” Michelangelo looked to the ground, pouting. “And there’s like, no way to put it off?”
“No,” Splinter affirmed.
“Ohh...” Michelangelo sighed and shot Leonardo a devastated look. The leader smiled at him.
“The sooner we get to work, the sooner we’re done,” he soothed and turned to Splinter. “Will you assign the tasks father?”
“I will not, Leonardo. This time, you can choose for yourself what job you want to do.”
“I’m taking vacuuming and mopping the floor,” Raphael said immediately.
“I’ll clean the bathroom,” said Donatello. “Apart from the toilet. I’ll leave that to Mikey.”
“Whaat? Why me?”
“Mikey, we all know that it was you who clogged it up,” Donatello shrugged.
“Prove it!” Michelangelo challenged.
“Do I really need me to show everybody what you tried to flush?”
Michelangelo paled. “Um, fine, I’ll do it.” He looked frightfully at Splinter and Leonardo, who both pretended they didn’t hear it.
“What will you do Mikey?” asked Raphael. “Apart from the toilet.”
“Well... I could tidy up the TV area...”
“Good. God knows most of the trash there is yours,” Leonardo assented. “But that’s too little. You need to choose something else.”
“I’ve already got two things. Why don’t you choose something Leo?” Michelangelo gave a suspicious look as if Leo was trying to avoid work.
Leonardo sighed. “I’ll do the pipes,” he stated resignedly. A wave of consent followed. Doing the pipes was a job no one favoured. It consisted of snooping through the lair and finding spots and corners where mould was starting to grow. Since it had a nasty habit of taking to pipes in the ceiling, the chore was called “doing the pipes”.
“Alright but that’s a bit too much for one turtle. I suggest we do the pipes in our rooms and Leo does the rest,” Donatello compromised.
“Yeah fine,” Raphael grumbled.
“Ugh. I knew I couldn’t avoid it,” said Michelangelo with a sour face.
“Thanks guys. What about your room sensei, shall I do the pipes in it too?” Leonardo asked.
“You’d be very kind to, Leonardo. These old bones don’t feel up to riding the ladder any more than needed,” Splinter thanked him.
“Master Splinter, is it just me or are you avoiding cleaning again?” Michelangelo half asked, half stated.
“I have important matters to do,” Splinter waved it away, nonchalantly.
“Yeah well...” Michelangelo shared a dark look with Raphael. “So do we...” he whispered.
“Did you say something my son?” Splinter’s ear twitched.
“No. Nothing sensei,” Michelangelo sighed.
“So, to sum it up. I’m cleaning the bathroom, pipes and all, except for the toilet. Mikey does that one. Raph’ll vacuum and mop the floor. Each one of us will do the pipes in our own rooms, the rest will be done by Leo. Mike also tidies up the TV area.” Donatello looked at Michelangelo. “That’s still too little Mikey.”
“Shell, I was trying to take the attention away!” Michelangelo stared at him accusingly.
“Sorry,” Donatello chuckled. “Still. What will you do?”
“I don’t know. What else is there to do?” Michelangelo asked defensively.
“There is still washing,” Splinter reminded them.
“Oh... alright, I’ll do it,” Michelangelo waved his hand, trying to look sadder with it than he actually was.
“And Michelangelo, you have to tidy your room as well, understood? I will go check on you in the evening. Do not disappoint me,” Splinter warned.
Michelangelo gulped, pushing the memories of his last “disappointing” away. “Sure.”
“Alright then. We will start after breakfast,” Splinter concluded and focused on his toast.
“You’d think he’d drop the ‘we’ and say just ‘you’,” Raphael complained very quietly to Leonardo, who nodded and shrugged, carefully watching if Splinter was looking their way.
“I heard that,” sensei said.
After breakfast, the three turtles gave their pads, belts and bandannas to Michelangelo, whose job it was to wash them clean of the dirt and sweat that sticked to them during their busy ninja lives. It wasn’t particularly hard, but some of the grime was hard to wash away, so Michelangelo figured he’d leave them in warm water before scrubbing them clean. In the meantime, he tidied up the area in front of the TV screens, where trash seemed to appear for no reason at the strangest places. In the middle of wondering why the long lost Silver Sentry comic was carefully coiled and hidden behind the center screen, Raphael came in with the vacuum cleaner and began shouting at him to get it on, else he’ll vacuum Mikey’s sorry foot. Michelangelo yelped and quickly threw everything on the ground on the sofa. Subsequently squatting on the top of the couch, he watched his hot-headed brother cruise around him, singing what must have been an opera aria. Raphael loved singing alright. Michelangelo grew curious if he had tried rapping as well. He made a mental note to ask when the vacuum cleaner wasn’t roaring so loud.
Having finished both tidying up and washing (too quickly for his taste), Michelangelo had no choice but to face his fate. The toilet.
He peeped into the bathroom, his expression grim and disgusted. Donatello was already done there and could currently be heard cursing while doing the pipes in his room. (It was the only occasion on which Mikey knew Don tended to curse. The genius must have hated it with passion. It made him wonder why in the world Donnie had suggested that they share that horrendous chore.)
“Hey Mike!” Michelangelo jumped in the air.
“Jesus Christ!”
“No, guess again.”
“Leo!” Michelangelo spun around, frowning. “The shell?”
“You shouldn’t have let your guard down,” Leonardo shrugged.
“Well thanks, you sure did bring it up! Because of you, my heart’s beating so fast that I’m scared that it will pop out and fall down the toilet!” Michelangelo speculated.
“That’s sweet,” Leonardo stated.
Michelangelo paused. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he mumbled then. Leonardo laughed inwardly but didn’t let it out.
“Say, is it that bad? I haven’t been inside since I saw the sign to enter at one’s own risk,” he gestured to the toilet door, “so I wouldn’t know.”
“It’s real bad,” Michelangelo muttered. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I came in the morning and saw what had happened.”
“So it is your fault?” Leonardo probed.
“Yeah...” Michelangelo shrugged. “More or less. I tried to, uh, flush... something...”
“Something compromising?” Leo offered casually.
“Um...”
“Are you blushing?”
“Am not.”
Leonardo shrugged and smiled and didn’t question any further. Instead he asked: “Would you want me to help you?”
Michelangelo’s face lit up. “Really? You’d help me? Didn’t you have, like, the whole lair to do the pipes?”
“It’s fine. Just unclogging the toilet can’t take too long, right?” Leonardo said with a raised eyeridge.
“Nah, it’ll be really just a minute,” Michelangelo shook his head, all too happy to have Leo help him.
“Let’s go then,” Leonardo said and headed inside.
“Yeah just let me warn you...” Michelangelo didn’t finish the sentence as he watched Leo stumble back, pressing his hand to his snout.
“Shell,” the leader mumbled, closing the bathroom door and leaning against it.
“I was gonna tell you that the smell was terrible...” Michelangelo grinned as Leo gave him a bloodshot look. “Sorry.”
Leonardo snorted quietly, then put up a determined face and turned towards the door. “I suggest you go get a cloth to cover your face,” he told Michelangelo while unknotting the one he’d been using while dealing with the pipes from his arm.
“Sure thing!” Michelangelo nodded and ran off, coming back with dishrag. “We ready captain?”
Leonardo gave him a look and opened the door.
The stench coming out of the toilet was so strong that it made their heads swim. Leonardo gagged and Michelangelo realised with terror that he could smell what he’d attempted to flush. He only hoped that Leonardo wouldn’t be too judging.
“Honestly Mike, what’s in there?” Fearless managed to ask, holding a hand over his mouth.
“You don’t wanna know bro,” Michelangelo assured him. “Let’s just get this over with as fast as possible.”
Leonardo grumbled in consent and they tackled the toilet together. In various ways, some of them you don’t want to know of, they removed the clog, put it in a bucket and threw it into a large sewer current far enough from the lair. Then they came back and washed the toilet clean.
“You know,” Leonardo started, pulling the cloth down from his face, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”
“Let’s hope we never will again, dude,” Michelangelo shook his head. “That was awful.”
“I’m not going to ask what exactly it was Mikey... but let me tell you, I don’t want this happening ever again. If it does, you’ll deal with it yourself. With no help. And you’ll be doing all the chores for a month,” Leonardo added after a second thought.
“I got the message, thanks,” Michelangelo smirked. “I think doing this for a second time would kill me.”
“Makes one wonder how the charladies deal with the public toilets,” Leonardo remarked.
“Dude, eww,” Michelangelo made a face. “I don’t want to even think about that right now.” He got up from the water closet and stretched his limbs. “Duuuuude, I need a break,” he slurred and looked down at Leonardo who was still crouching over the toilet, trying to scrub the last dirt away. Michelangelo blinked.
“Your ass looks good.”
Leonardo jerked slightly and looked over his shoulder. “You don’t say,” he murmured.
“Mm, I say,” Michelangelo smiled and leaned down to grope it. Leonardo stiffened.
“Mikey!”
“Hmm, yesh?” Michelangelo purred while squeezing the pretty green buttocks.
“At least close the door, will you?” Leonardo hissed sharply.
“Hm, no.” Michelangelo pretended to be too engrossed in playing with Leo’s manly ass (which wasn’t very far from he truth) to care about some door.
“Mike, close the door,” Leonardo said in a low voice, a mixture of order, invitation and anticipation. Michelangelo swallowed and obeyed. He closed the bathroom door and locked it from the inside.
“You said something about a good ass?” Leonardo’s voice echoed from the closet.
“Shell yeah,” Michelangelo nodded and washed his hands in the basin. “It’s really nice and hard, you know what I mean. All muscles and fine skin, but if you slap it, it still jiggles a bit.”
A short laugh was heard. “Does it?”
“Oh yeah. And I really love it,” Michelangelo affirmed, coming back to see Leonardo leaning on the toilet which was now closed. It looked like he had simply sat down to think about something. Michelangelo smiled widely as he noticed that Leo’s butt was jutting out in the air, staring invitingly at him.
“I know an ass that is just as nice as that,” Leonardo said in an easy tone. “Only its colour is somewhat different... How to say it...”
“More sea-green like?” Michelangelo offered, bending over behind Leo to kiss the top of his head.
“No.”
“Huh?” Michelangelo quickly straightened back up. There was something about the way his brother had said that, something... menacing.
“Not sea-green like. I should say it’s much darker. Like emeralds. Or was it like olives?” Leonardo mused.
“Look Leo, I...” Leonardo spun around with frightening speed and before Michelangelo knew it, he was looking into Leo’s brown glare.
“I don’t really care what happened the night that you clogged that toilet Mikey,” he spoke evenly but with a warning subtone. “But I want to get this straight. You’re free to do whatever you want. Just as long as I still find you in my bed in the evening. Got that?”
Michelangelo shrank back and nodded wildly.
“Good,” Leonardo praised and the dangerous note faded. “Now let’s see... I think I remember something else. I think that I used to know an ass of astounding qualities that was, as you say, more of sea-green colour... I wonder where it was,” he said as he sat down on the toilet seat.
“I think I’ve got an idea...” Michelangelo grinned.
“Show me,” Leonardo commanded with a glint in his eyes. Michelangelo turned around and bent over.
“Ohh yes, I remember now,” Leonardo smiled and felt the offered cheeks. “It was this one.” He groped it lightly and chuckled. “It wasn’t this dirty though.”

“Come on. It’s not like I wanted to slip,” Michelangelo defended his butt.
“I know. But that doesn’t change the fact that your ass is filthy,” Leonardo said matter-of-factly and slapped the cheeks. (“Meep!”) “Now. Go and clean your room. We’ve still got work to do.”
“Aww but Leo!”
“And when master Splinter comes to check on you, I’ll go with him, give you a good criticising look, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll stay in there with you and reward you for your hard efforts,” Leonardo promised warmly, getting up.
“Okay!” Michelangelo agreed. “Just you watch, it’ll be sparkling clean!” He turned to face Leo and they kissed, not forgetting to get a touch of each other’s butts.
“In the evening,” Michelangelo reminded and stormed off to take care of his room as fast as possible. Leonardo looked after him and chuckled softly.
“He’s so easy to motivate,” he mumbled to himself.

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