~ Venus: The Mutant Ninja Female Muscle Turtle ~
Created by Dark Phoenix
Edited by Michael-Leonard
Feedback appreciated: thedarkphoenix2008@yahoo.com
The battles take different turns in this clash of fate

~ WARNING ~
This story is not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18 (21 in some locations). This story depicts extreme female muscularity, intense sexual situations, violence, explicit language, and smoking. If any of this offends you, then do not read any further. This story also depicts the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in a mature theme. The female character, Venus de Milo, is depicted in this story in a completely different (and highly sexual) way from her original depiction. If you don't like the idea of Venus and the TMNT in adult situations, then this story isn't for you. You have been warned. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story!

~ INTRODUCTION ~
Everything is building up to the final chapter. I'm virtually at the end of the summarized outline, but there are still several loose ends to tie up. Trust me, it'll all come together in the end. But I think the biggest thing I should clarify is Leonardo. It's bound to raise more questions than it answers. Man, talk about suspense!


Chapter XVI: Turning the Tide

Sword clashed against tessen. Venus used her tessen war fans like small swords and proved her point in being able to go up against Tatsuo's larger fire sword. Their weapons acted like extensions of their bodies, trying to land that critical blow to decide this fateful battle. Venus showed expert skill with her tessen as she could switch between offensive and defensive attack patters, opening and closing the tessen when striking and defending. She parried a swing by Tatsuo's sword and got clever and snuck in a low kick to Tatsuo's shin, which gave her an opening to swing her tessen at his head. Tatsuo only barely managed to avoid getting decapitated, but his face still got grazed. Blood began to seep out of the cut. His rage was apparent.

'This is impossible! I am the most powerful being ever! I have no equal! How can this mere...turtle be getting through my defenses like this?' Tatsuo thought to himself.

Venus looked on and waited. She still wanted to find a way to rob Tatsuo of his flying power to even things up.

Tatsuo looked down at his opponent. 'No matter! If I have to prove my superiority once more, then so be it! But this will be the last time!'

Tatsuo clasped his hands together and began channeling his mystical energy into his wings.

"Let's see you survive this one!" Tatsuo yelled as he flapped his wings.

"ATSUGAI!!" Tatsuo yelled as he generated a visible wind force that shot down at rapid velocity.

Venus had no time to dodge it and instead, was forced to brace for it. She dropped down and used her shell to shield herself from the blast. She could feel extreme pressures being exerted on her as if she were being crushed by a trash compactor. She tensed all of her muscles as she struggled with all her might to keep from succumbing to the pressure. She could actually feel herself becoming embedded into the ground. The pain was becoming unbearable when mercifully, the attack ended. She rolled over and saw Tatsuo still hovering in the air.

Tatsuo was frustrated, but didn't let it show in his voice. "Well well! Congratulations! You're the first opponent to survive atsugai! But lucky as you are, you won't survive it again!"

Tatsuo once again clasped his hands together to channel his energy. Venus was on one knee as she looked up, appearing unable to move any further. Her eyes focused intensely on Tatsuo as his wings pulled back and began to faintly glow. Venus slowly reached for her leg.

Tatsuo smirked. "Say hello to I Chung for me, will you?!"

"ATSUGAI!!" Tatsuo yelled as his wings swung forward.

"HA!!" Venus yelled as she threw two kunai as fast as she could straight up at Tatsuo as his wings formed the attack. Venus tensed her leg muscles and leapt as hard as she could away from the strike zone of the attack. Tatsuo couldn't react in time as the kunai powered through the wind-based attack and pierced into both of his wings, causing him to cry out in pain and plummet down to the ground.

* * *

Michelangelo and Sirrush clashed as sword met nunchucks. Sirrush proved that long-range combat against him was near impossible. Michelangelo swung one of his nunchucks with blinding speed as Sirrush caught it with his sword. Michelangelo went to swing his other nunchuck, but Sirrush grabbed his arm and held it in place.

"You know for being such an idiot, you have some impressive moves," Sirrush said with a wicked grin.

Michelangelo's glare was piercing. "First off, only Raphael is allowed to call me an idiot and get away with it!"

Michelangelo drove his knee into Sirrush's midsection, forcing him to lose his grip. Sirrush gasped in pain.

"And second, my moves are more than impressive! Because I was taught by the best!" Michelangelo said as he swung one nunchuck at Sirrush's legs, sweeping him off his feet, and his other nunchuck at Sirrush's head, knocking him out and ending the fight.

"Sweet dreams, dude. I'll leave your fate up to Venus. Besides, killing isn't my style. Now to go find the others," Michelangelo said as took off running.

He didn't get far when a familiar sight caught his attention. His expression lit up as he saw who it was...

"Splinter!" Michelangelo said with elated surprise.

Splinter walked up and hugged him, "I'm glad to see you're ok."

Michelangelo looked at him, "I don't understand sensei, why are you here?"

Splinter looked past him at the devastated landscape, "Something in the back of my mind told me to come. And I think I'll know soon."

Splinter began walking off, "Come on, let's go find the others. They may need our help."

"I'm right behind you!" Michelangelo said with renewed confidence.

* * *

Donatello was left unarmed and fighting for his life. He used his best ninja moves to try to overcome his powerful foe, but Zu just absorbed the hits that he didn't manage to block. Both went into a series of punches and kicks; Don's were fast and Zu's were powerful. Donatello backflipped a couple times to put a little distance between them. Zu paced as Donatello tried to formulate a strategy.

"What's the matter? You afraid? Without your weapon, you are nothing!" Zu taunted.

Donatello was thinking as hard as his intelligence would allow. There had to be a weakness he could exploit. His face lit up as he got an idea. But he would have to get in close to pull it off.

Zu clenched his fists as fire lit them up. "Well then, allow me to put an end to this!"

Zu charged forth and swung his fiery fists at Donatello, who used his speed to dodge the attacks. This wasn't good for him. He felt Zu's rasengan and knew that it wouldn't take much for one of his fire attacks to put him out of commission. But still, he had to try!

Donatello continued to dodge and swing his body around Zu, who kept trying to land a punch. Zu was getting frustrated.

"Hold still you little shit!" Zu yelled as he swung his forearm behind him where Donatello was briefly seen. It was working. Don went for it, but Zu's fists swung at him from both sides, forcing him to catch his forearms and hold them at bay. But Zu's physical strength was greater than his and he was inching his fists ever closer to Donatello's head. He couldn't just fall back this time. He could feel the heat from Zu's hands increasing fast.

Without even thinking, Donatello kicked his foot up hard and caught Zu in the groin. Zu let out a surprised gasp of pain. His eyes went wide and the flames ceased as he clutched his groin and sunk to his knees in agony.

"Uhhhhhhh!!" was all Zu could manage as he closed his eyes and winced in even more pain.

Donatello was relieved; his nerves caused him to let out a small chuckle. Not the most elegant thing to do in a crunch, he thought, but it saved his life.

He had to end this now, before Zu could recover. Donatello used a complex series of finger jabs on pressure points around Zu's head and neck and rendered him unconscious.

Donatello admired his handiwork. "Well, that worked rather suitably. He won't be moving or even waking up until I decide he can."

"Donatello," came a familiar voice from behind him.

Donatello spun around to see Splinter and Michelangelo.

"Sensei! You're here!" Donatello said excitedly.

Splinter smiled, "I see you've defeated one of them."

"Yeah, this one won't be waking up for a while. But sensei, why are you...?" Donatello began to ask.

"I'll tell you all about it later. But right now, we've got to regroup and help Venus." Splinter said as he noticed something missing.

"Where's your bo?" Splinter asked.

Donatello felt a bit embarrassed, "It was destroyed in the fight. This guy was quite proficient with fire attacks."

Splinter put a hand on his shoulder, "It's alright. We'll get you another one later. But right now, we must go find Raphael and Leonardo."

"Alright." Donatello said as he joined them in the search.


* * *

Pachua still had Raphael pinned down and at her mercy. She could end it at any moment. Raphael wanted to hate her as much as he loathed Tatsuo himself. But he couldn't do it. It wasn't just her physical appearance, it was her heart. Raphael felt a connection to her so profound it could only be described as... love, not lust. These feelings were new to Raphael. This was different than with Venus. His heart was racing; his pupils were dilated. He felt like his very soul was able to probe Pachua's and feel this conflict within her. And he just knew she could be saved. And his heart, it was the loudest of all. She was... she was his.                                                  

"You find me... alluring?" Pachua asked, stunned.

The next words escaped Raphael's lips and he blushed so much it was quite noticeable even by Pachua. "Yes. I feel something different in you, something redeemable. And you, you are so beautiful to me. Please, don't let Tatsuo destroy this world. There's so much to enjoy; so much to love. Don't let something like him turn it into ruin just to satisfy this insane desire to rule over it while spreading terror and despair!"

Pachua was indeed in conflict. Never in her entire life had she considered herself desirable by any man. She had come only to love herself, her muscles, and nothing more.

"How Raphael!? How could you - how could anyone - find muscles on a female... alluring!?" Pachua asked desperately.

Raphael had an easy answer for that. "Things have changed since ancient times. Men and women alike have evolved not only with civilization, but with idealisms. Some women have also become as big and strong as the men, even stronger in fact. And this has created a new beauty that some men have come to desire."

Pachua looked deep into Raphael's eyes, searching for signs of deception. But there was none. He really did seem to mean what he said. Without warning, Pachua felt a single tear slip from her eye.

"How could you be in love with someone like me; and especially after I tried to kill you?! Please tell me what it is about these muscles that..." Pachua cried as she felt Raphael sporting an erection. This time it was she who blushed. Pachua quickly got off of him and stood up, looking at him. Raphael really wasn't kidding. His physical reaction couldn't be faked.

"...Turn you on?" Pachua finished, sounding especially shocked at what she felt.

Raphael felt his cock stiffening as he blushed even more, clearly feeling embarrassed. "It's hard for me to explain. All I can say is, for me at least, female muscles are very attractive. And yours top them all! To be able to feel how rock hard and powerful they are really makes me desire you greatly!"

The arousal was unavoidable for him; but also, he couldn't deny the deeper feelings he was experiencing. Raphael also got up and pulled out his sai. Pachua glared at him, thinking this was too good to be true if Raphael was brandishing his weapons. But suddenly, Raphael tossed them to her feet and held his head down slightly.

"If you still have any doubts in your mind, then go ahead and kill me. But before you do, let me spell it out for you," Raphael said as he looked up, his cheeks all blushed and a look of rare passion in his eyes.

"I'm in love with you, Pachua...."

Pachua bent down and picked up Raphael's sai and walked over to him. For one tense  moment, she looked at him fiercely. Raphael thought he would die, but never felt more peaceful with himself in doing so. All of a sudden, Pachua's expression softened and she handed Raphael's sai back to him, which he put away. Pachua kept searching his eyes for a deeper reason. She slowly reached over and took his hand and held it. Raphael was visibly relieved, and most happy, that he managed to get through to her.

Pachua spoke softly this time. "I want to know Raphael. You said my muscles make me your ideal woman. But what I want to know is: what it is about me that is so special? I've been associated with Venus's worst enemy. She's clearly one of you. So, why, Raphael?"

Raphael forced a serious expression. "Because there's more to my feelings for you than just your muscles. I have a chance to redeem you as well, to show you a better life; a happy one. And just because you have been associated with Tatsuo, doesn't mean you are the same as him. I mean, just think about the obvious difference here. Would you really want to serve a warlord who cares nothing about the world, or would you rather experience the joys that this same world has to offer?"

Pachua tightened her grip on Raphael's hand slightly. "I was sealed away along with Tatsuo and the others for a long time. You must understand that I can't be expected to just relate with the humans of this world."

Raphael's expression turned somber. "I think that whatever sins you might have committed in the past, you've atoned for them. I'm not asking you to embrace the humans..."

There was love in his eyes as he took Pachua's other hand and held it in his. "...I'm asking you to embrace me, Pachua. I can show you happiness and love. And... I'm hoping you can reciprocate these feelings."

Pachua smiled for the first time. "You know, Raphael, you sure seem pretty confident that I could love someone like you."

Raphael already knew he was putting his dignity and heart on the line. Never before has he bared his soul to anyone like this. But he meant it when he said she was his perfect woman. She had a personality much like his and she was built like a tank! Raphael let go of his right hand, slowly and gently put it up to Pachua's cheek, and he slowly caressed it. She took it and felt an unfamiliar rush of new emotions fill her. She looked up at him and he saw tears fill her eyes.

"Raphael, thank you... for... making me feel special," Pachua said through her tears as she held him close to her. While she may not have known love before nor experienced love from any male in her life, she couldn't deny her own feelings that Raphael had stirred up within her. She didn't want to admit it so easily...

"Raphael. So help me, you better not be lying to me about any of this. Or so help me, I will end you," Pachua warned.

Raphael's felt no twinge of fear, because he was telling the truth.

Standing out of sight of the two, Donatello and Michelangelo saw this exchange and couldn't help but be happier for their brother.

Splinter felt a strong sense of pride in Raphael.

"At last, he has greatly matured. And to top it off, he followed his heart and found love in a most unexpected place. Even I'm impressed by this turn of events," Splinter said.

But his pride was short-lived. A new sense of urgency overtook him.

"Let's go. Leonardo is still out there," Splinter ordered.

"But what about Raph?" Michelangelo asked.

"I think it's best we let him be. He's made a connection with one of the Dragon Lords that could turn the tide of this battle in our favor. We may end up disrupting that connection if we interfere right now. Don't worry, I trust Raphael to pull through, not only for himself, but for us. Now come on, we've got to hurry!" Splinter said.

"Right," Michelangelo said as he hurried with Donatello behind him.

* * *

Tiamat's electrified sword lit up Leonardo's features. Leonardo was wincing in pain as blood seeped from the wound in his chest.

Tiamat had a slight look of disappointment. "So, you managed to divert the blade from your vital spot with your hand at the last possible second. But it really doesn't matter now, does it?"

Tiamat pulled out his sword. Leonardo tried to move, but found he couldn't. Tiamat could tell and smirked.

"You're finished anyway! The electric charge has numbed your upper torso; you aren't going anywhere!" Tiamat declared.

He held up his sword and channeled his lightning element through it again, making it crackle with bolts.

"You want to know what will happen once Lord Tatsuo burns this world to the ground? He'll create a new world from the ashes and establish a dominance unlike any in history! Oh, none of you will be around long enough to witness any of it! Though I think I'll ask him to spare your precious Splinter so he can be his torture slave for the rest of his days! This time, you won't be able to stop me! This is the end!" Tiamat yelled as he thrust his sword downward.

Leonardo's left hand shot up and grabbed Tiamat's wrist, stopping it cold; the tip of the blade a mere inch from its intended target. Before Tiamat even realized what was happening, he felt the bones in his wrist beginning to crack as Leonardo exerted all the pressure he could on it.

"Ahh!" was all Tiamat could utter as he jerked his hand away, his sword falling from his grasp. Leonardo got himself up to his feet as he stood there with his head hanging. Tiamat was beside himself; it just didn't seem possible.

"What is this?! How?! How are you standing!?" Tiamat asked, bewildered.

He got an answer as he saw Leonardo's entire body glow an unearthly blue. It intensified into a visible aura that engulfed him. Tiamat's eyes were wide with disbelief. He noticed the gaping wound in his chest. It began to heal rapidly!

"How are you doing this without precision channeling of mystical energy?!" Tiamat asked.

But Leonardo didn't seem to hear him; or didn't care to respond. The wound now appeared to be completely healed with only the residual blood left over from the wound staining his chest. An unknown terror began to fill Tiamat as Leonardo slowly raised his head. Tiamat's eyes remained wide as he saw this turn of events unfold. Leonardo's eyes were glowing a distinctive light blue as they met Tiamat's; his teeth were clenched as unbridled rage filled his heart.

"I can never forgive you for what you've done! You have no honor! And you deserve nothing less than to be destroyed at my hands!" Leonardo yelled.

TO BE CONTINUED...!